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The Depurification Of Son Goku
By : FaroreRose
Category: Missing Data > Missing Data
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When Goku opened his eyes he was met with flashing lights and an overwhelming jumbling of flesh on flesh. He was standing toward the back of a great big rectangular room tucked to the left of a large round bar where men were seen ordering drinks and shouting.
Son's fingers were still placed firmly against the area between his eyes while he took in his surroundings. The pounding to his senses came unexpectedly, and Goku removed his fingers only to place his hands over each ear to muffle the onslaught of noise.
- Where the hell am I!? - The dark and light within the space mixed together in streams of glitter shooting about like lasers. Goku had been in countless battles and seen his fair share of explosions, but this made him want to go cross-eyed. The smell of sweat and musk was all around him, attacking his nostrils until the Saiyan became dizzy.
- I can't think straight. . . But. . . - His heartbeat slowed as he allowed his muscles to relax. - It smells. . .nice in here. . -
The sounds around him became rhythmic, and Goku realized that what he was hearing was only music. There was no battle. No blood. Nothing to be afraid of. The men around him were dancing, their bodies bouncing with the bass.
- Okay, calm down. You're fine. . . - He let his palms fall away from his ears and fully took on the sounds. He slid his hands across his face to rub at his eyes only to find moisture there. - Am I crying again? - The thought of his smallest son calling another man father loomed, circling around in the mist of emotions and thought. The Saiyan inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the smells of sweat and alcohol. - Beer? It's not the same kind from before though. . .-
Goku's mind flashed back to what he had heard from his son's bedroom door only moments before. Son's frown deepened. - . . . Nothing matters anymore. - He blinked away the remaining tears from his eyes and set his gaze upon the bar that was mere feet away. - I. . . I don't know what else to do anymore. -
At least when he was drunk he felt somewhat okay. It was a small release from the growing turmoil of his mind. - Chichi wouldn't approve. . . -
Anger. It was there clawing and biting its way up through Son's skin. - As if I should care. . . -
In the back of a nightclub stood a lost warrior turned a shy child who no longer knew who he was or what to do with himself. New impulses were flowing through him, tempting him to give in to curiosities that were once beyond the limits of his thoughts. Goku's back was slightly hunched, and his shoulders slumped. He wrapped his arms around each otherTo an onlooker, it would have appeared as if Son was giving himself a hug in an attempt to calm his nerves.
He sniffed the air around him again, this time letting the sensation linger before releasing his breath. His eyes fluttered shut. Goku could feel the pressure from his wallet buried in the back pocket of his pants. - Fuck it. -
The men there smiled and laughed from their stools, arms swung across each other's shoulders while they soaked in drink and company. - Hhuu. . . - Goku scratched at the back of his head as he took two nervous steps forward. - What kind of place is this? -He could hear the clinking of their bottles over the loud music as he steadily got closer to the small group. - I wonder if they are brothers? . . .They sure are acting friendly. -
To the left of the men were a string of open stools. Steadily, making sure not to make eye contact, Goku took a seat, leaving one open space between himself and the others. The distance seemed only polite, plus he was too nervous and shook to look anyone in the eye.
No one seemed to notice him despite his size and stature. He had shrunken himself mentally. In the chaos of the club, Son was only a shadow on the wall. With his knees together and hands resting in his lap, Goku sat quietly. Looking down he studied the patterns woven in the wood of the polished bar top.
- This is a bar, right? A real one? - Son could feel his legs begin to bounce up and down with nervous uncertainty. - Mmmmn...- He scrunched up his face. - Man, my skin feels hot. I hate this. . . And I don't know what I'm doing. - Cautiously he lifted his face, peeking out from under his brow, to look at the men sitting next to him.
There were four of them, all sitting in a row talking loudly to each other and waving their hands. One of them was quite large compared to the other three. He shifted his weight on the stool to lean into his closest companion. Goku studied the man closely. - He looks like he could be a fighter...-
He turned his head slightly to take in the rest of the club dance floor. The music continued to thump, and the air of the club was thick with the vibrating beat. - Actually, most of them do. . .But they don't feel that strong. - He raised an eyebrow. - Maybe just human fighters then? . . .Dancing? -
It was time to study the patterns in the bar again. He twiddled his thumbs fervently trying to come up with the courage to sit up straight. Son felt lost in a jungle of beams and body heat. - Everyone in here smells so good. . . - His eyes fluttered beneath his bangs. - Not like Vegeta though. . . -
Vegeta. . . Goku remembered waking, cuddled up in his bed and what Vegeta's scent had compelled him to do. A blush crept across his nose in the ambient light. - What's wrong with me? -
His nose was close to touching the smooth wood when a slender hand with green manicured nails slid between the bar and his face.
“All alone tonight huu?” A smooth voice glided over the top of the noise and into Goku's ear. He quickly straightened his back to look up at the owner of the hand.
“What? Oh! I'm sorry, yea. . . I guess. . .” Goku blinked a few times as he took in the appearance of the bartender standing in front of him. He was tall and slender with short cropped green hair. His nose was sharp, resting against a smooth handsome face adorned with high cheekbones. The eyes that lay under his brow were fiercely blue, penetrating Goku with a street smart wisdom. He wore a snug fitting navy blue suit with silver cuffs that reflected the sparkle of glitter among the colored lights.
The bartender brought one finger up to the side of his face and smiled. “Well, that's no good!” He smiled brightly. The gesture put Goku's mind at slight ease. “A handsome guy like you shouldn't be in here all by yourself, ya know!” A peal of giggly laughter burst from his throat, and he turned to nod at the bottles lining the wall, some filled with clear liquid and some with murky and dark brown substances. “Someone could walk in here and steal you away!” He put his hands on his hips and leaned forward. “So, sweetie, what can I get for you?”
Goku gave a small embarrassed smile and shrugged his shoulders feeling the impression of his wallet again. - It's a good thing I never told Chichi about that other account I opened up. . . - His face seemed to shadow. - It was for emergencies. . .- He knew she would have spent every zenni that he had acquired working secret odd jobs on the countryside farms. - But. . .I'm the irresponsible one! - A shower of heat passed over his senses. - I'm the one who doesn't care about his family! -
“Honey,. . . Are you alright?” The bartender tapped the long metal drain attached to the side of the bar with his fingernails, and Goku's face gradually returned to normal.
“Oh. . .yea. It's just. . .” He scratched his head. “I've never had anything other than beer before.” Son attempted a forced chuckle. “So I don't really know what I'm doing here.” - Kami, I'm so tired of looking stupid! -
“Oh, I see! A virgin to spirits eh?” He winked and smiled brightly. “I'm so excited! . . . That is if you want to try something new. . . ?” The look on his face was hopeful, and Goku didn't have the courage to tell him no.
“Sure. . . uh. . .why not?” He sat up a little straighter to eyeball the row of bottles once more. “Uh? Can you tell me what's good?”
“Oh boy!” The bartender clapped his hands together. “Now I really AM excited!” With one motion he turned on his heels to grab several bottles from their shelf and from under the bar itself. “I'll make you something that everyone loves! What's your taste sweetie? Sweet or sour?” He paused before reaching for the last bottle.
“Oh, I don't like sour stuff!” Goku put his hands out in front of him and grinned. “Makes my face turn inside out!”
The slender man laughed, quickly changing the direction of his reach. “Sweet it is, then.”
Goku watched as he mixed the different clear alcohols and what looked like fruit juice together by pouring them in a silver metal container and shaking it with both hands. The mixture was then poured into a medium sized mug that had its rim lined with pure sugar. Son licked his lips.
“I see your sweet tooth is acting up.” The bartender winked again. “Should I start you a tab?”
Goku blinked, wrapping his fingers around the handle of the mug. “What's that mean?” He took a sip. “Oh heeey! This is good!”
“Seee? I told you.” He waved his hand through the air. “ A tab is just so you don't have to pay until you leave. It's for if you aren't planning on leaving for a while, is all.”
“Well, I don't have anywhere important to be. . .”
The bartender took notice as Son's eyes shifted sadly. “Well, you're in good company, Honey.”
“Sure, then. I'll stick around for a bit.” Goku took a fairly large sip of his drink and sighed softly.
“No problem. You just let me know when you want another one.” His smile was bright and warm. By that time Son's shoulders had relaxed completely, and he had finally let his knees separate. He was resting, balanced, with the toes of one foot pressed to the floor as he leaned into the bar.
An hour had passed by. During that time Goku had sat contempt, watching the movements of the bartender as he slid beer bottles down the rail and mix concoctions that looked more like experiments than drinks. He was swift and surprisingly fast. They made conversation back and forth while he continued shaking a pouring, never skipping a beat when one of the Saiyan's drinks became empty, and Goku's head gradually became cloudy.
The feeling reverberated under his skin creating the sensation of laying on warm sheets from the dryer. Son grinned against the haze, rocking back and forth atop his stool. The music began to slow into a soft tune while the lights transitioned from a laser show to a glimmering glow.
Goku's eyes meandered lazily back to the group next to him. There were only two of them left, the big man and his smaller counterpart. The others had left the club some time ago. Despite being seated next to Goku for over an hour, they had not interacted at all.
The only person he had truly paid any attention to was the friendly bartender. The areas next to and behind his seat became gray once he had his first few drinks. Goku felt his chest tighten and his heart flutter; wonder engraved with slivers of confusion passes over him.
He couldn't help but stare.
The broad man had his arms wrapped around the other who was leaning into his touch. Their lips were tenderly melded together, mouths teasing and sucking. Goku snatched his gaze away from the lovers to look down at the floor, another blush creeping up to his ears.
The floor shifted under him while he drunkenly tried to understand. - WAS I SUPPOSE TO SEE THAT?! - His eyes were wide. - . . . wait.. . - Son bit his bottom lip and laced his fingers together. - YOU CAN DO THAT WITH ANOTHER MAN. . . ? -
The heat flew through him once more. Embarrassed steam floated and bounced in his gut. The pit of his stomach screamed out for an unknown remedy to the fire inside of it.
Goku's new friend studied him as he wiped down mugs and glasses with a dry towel. He could barely see the blush that was draped over Son's face. Knowingly, he smiled and chuckled to himself.
The Saiyan's eyes flickered back to the two men who were still wrapped around each other. Goku's eyes seemed to shake in amazement as he watched the two more closely, the crazy heat steadily flaring.
He could see their fingers touching and gliding over each other's skin. Goku watched the fluttering of the larger man's lashes against his face when his partner's tongue intertwined with his own.
Goku looked around. The club had halfway emptied. The remaining men on the dance floor held their partners close. - It's okay? - His heart battled the bones of his rib cage. - It's. . . okay. - Son turned back to the bar and picked up his mug again. He breathed in deeply, letting the heat overtake him. He leaned into the fire and closed his eyes, letting the flames lick at his core. Goku took a long sip of his drink and sighed.
I wonder what it would be like. . . to do that with Vegeta? -
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The Depurification Of Son Goku	By : FaroreRose Category: Missing Data > Missing Data Views: 294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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