I'm Done

"Why didn't you call the police right after, Kakarot!" Vegeta frowns and presses a cotton dipped in alcohol to the man's cheek.

"I didn't find it necessary."

"You didn't...you didn't find it necessary?! Kakarot are you out of your damn mind?!"

"I'm going to ask you to stop yelling my head hurts," Kakarot presses his cold glass of whiskey to his forehead "I don't want to make a big show about something that I can simply handle on my own."

"Why? Why not? Someone with a little conscious would call them." Vegeta frowns, now was the chance to get the truth from him.

"Vegeta...we spoke about this many times and you already know the answer."

Vegeta stands and paces around the room that now sat in a heavy silence, the same answer always, things have been weird lately but in those nights when he couldn't sleep and watched Kakarot sleep he heard secrets that would've never been spilled out if the man was in his five senses, what kind of life has he been living ever since he met Kakarot? It's all a lie. Both of their lives were in danger, but...from where did he know Jörg and Klause? They are, they've said it before, mobsters, so how could Kakarot possible know who they are, it's not coincidence since both live in different parts of this forsaken world, this was Kakarot's last opportunity to speak.

"Who's Charlotte?"

Caught off guard the man's grip on the glass closes tightly making it crack and break, the pieces fall on his chest and lap, thin lines of blood run down his wrists and onto the couch. It was the first time Vegeta saw the man grow nervous, stuttering out his answer of not knowing who the woman was, nearly a year of knowing each other and Kakarot still didn't have the enough balls to tell him the truth?

That was enough.

"What?" Kakarot looks up, did he hear right? Did he just hear...?

"Enough. I've had enough. I'm done."

"What do you mean with done?" Kakarot rubs his forehead frustrated.

"I'm done! I don't want to be here anymore, if you don't have the enough balls to tell me who you are and what you really want then I want nothing to do with you, Mr. Son." Vegeta starts packing his things.

"Vegeta, enough of those silly games."

"This is not a game! I've been living with you for a year now! I don't even know who you are, I told you everything about me but you? To me your nothing but a classy stranger with a fetish for sadism."

"Why would want to know about my past?"

"Because I want to!"

"Weren't you the one to say, that we shouldn't live in the past? Always look into the future, always look into that, never go back to a life that is but a memory?"

"Don't turn this on me now!"

"You won't leave me."

Vegeta grabs his things, holding his clothes and books in one arm and the dog in the other, he didn't want to go, truly, but it was necessary to teach this man a lesson, make him see...that not always was he going to be indispensable.

"Watch me."

He was actually doing it? Kakarot stayed in his seat, any second now the boy would come back to his arms apologizing and asking him to forget everything. The elevator dinged and be jumped to his feet, quick and steady he walked towards the elevator where Vegeta stood in, confident and sure the boy would just jump to him. It worked the first time, so why won't it work the second time?

"NO!"

Stopping dead in his tracks, Kakarot felt a weight take over his stomach, was he really?

"Don't go."

"I'm sorry." Vegeta looks away.

The doors close and just like that, Vegeta walked out of Mr. Son's life the same way he came in.