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"I hate to say this, and I mean, I really hate to say this," he began rather reluctantly, "but it’s unavoidable. I don't have any clean clothes to wear."
Kakarot’s face began to blossom a grin, but he quickly and obviously restrained it. After a second, his lips parted to deliver what would undoubtedly be a crass joke, yet he apparently thought better of it and instead offered a more genuine smile. “Let’s see what we can do,” he offered lightheartedly, gesturing for the prince to follow, which he did. The short trek to the other end of the hall felt too short and Vegeta stared at the door of the main bedroom with a mild sense of trepidation. Kakarot opened the door marginally, then placed both hands on the wood and gave a good shove. The clearance angle increased a few degrees and allowed Vegeta a glimpse within. What little he saw was a mess, like the rest of the flat.
Entering the room only increased the possibility of claustrophobia while decreasing his comfort level. Vegeta scanned while Kakarot searched. The box springs for the bed were upright and leaning against the left corner of the room while the mattress was a lumpy, half-bent heap crammed against it leaving only room for one to sleep “comfortably”. The dresser on the back wall had most of its drawers open or falling out, and clothes dangled from the wooden edges. Whether they were half-drug out or flung there was anyone’s guess. Cartons and packages empty of cigarettes were scattered everywhere, but the place was devoid of any remnants of the vile cancer sticks, as no filter was in sight. Men’s sophisticates were half concealed beneath detritus that spilled out from the wardrobe on the right side of the room. They could have actually been magazines of other natures, but Vegeta merely assumed and didn't bother to look closely to confirm or deny his suspicion. Towels and robes bunched up behind the door causing the jam.
Climbing rather carefully over the mounds of junk, the black-haired man went through the dresser drawers while Vegeta patiently waited at the threshold. A few minutes later, and after passing the smell test, Kakarot handed him several articles to compose at least one working outfit, even if it had to be temporary, “These should work for now.”
The prince began to inspect each piece critically. "No way," Vegeta instantly retaliated when he got to the underwear.
"What? What's wrong?” came the earnest reply.
"This," Vegeta growled menacingly, "I'm not wearing this." He held up a few pairs of black cotton briefs.
"Why not? What's wrong with them?" Kakarot asked, looking naturally and honestly confused.
The brunet glared at him, "There has to be something else."
"No offence, but you probably won’t fit into anything else," Kakarot matter-of-factly responded with a shrug. The positively dangerous glare he received caused him to recant his statement, “I meant you have a smaller waist is all! I gave you the stuff with the best elastic. C’mon, they’re not a big deal. Besides, they say black's the new pink. And chicks like pink."
"Whatever," Vegeta snapped, storming off to the guest room to get dressed. He wondered for a moment if he should go commando or not, but, after standing with the briefs half-pulled up for roughly a minute while internally debating, he felt stupid for his indecision and merely finished the process. The other clothing was very inoffensive - a black t-shirt and some plain grey sweats with a drawstring. "The shower's been free," Vegeta reminded the other man as he padded into the living area.
"Oh yeah! I got distracted by your clothing crisis,” Kakarot explained as he leapt up and hustled towards the bathroom, “Thanks!”

The brunet headed for the kitchen with the intention of assembling something to slake his hunger. There were times where it felt like nothing would fulfill him and he ate past the point where a normal person would become sick. He supposed he just had an unusually high metabolism. Although it seemed like he contained that energy more efficiently as well since he could go stretches at a time without a meal. Kakarot was oddly nonchalant about food quality outside his domicile, but nothing in the fridge was disgustingly decayed. Some of the cupboards may have something stale, but nothing present was rotten, moldy, or tempting a poisoning if consumed. Upon first discovering this, Vegeta was relieved. Now, he appreciated the simplicity of making a sandwich.

He could hear the shower come on while he finished gathering supplies. About half way through his task, the younger man’s voice melodiously fought the downpour, “Does he love me? I wanna know. How can I tell if he loves me so? Is it in his eyes? Oh no, you'll be deceived. Is it in his eyes? Oh no, he'll make believe. If you wanna know, if he loves you so, it's in his kiss. That's where it is!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and finished crafting the sandwich. While cleaning up, Kakarot went into second verse, but his noise had a contender. Voices outside the flat escalated quickly to shouting. Normally, the prince wouldn’t bother getting involved but the banging against the door made him wonder if it was a visitor’s call.
He swung open the door, one hand on the knob, the other holding his sandwich and witnessed an altercation. The assailant, not expecting an interruption, shoved his victim from the door jamb towards the railing.
“Fuck off!” the man commanded Vegeta while straightening his clothes.

“You first,” the Saiyan shot back, briefly making eye contact with the victim as he let go of the door to let it slowly swing fully open. She was likely another tenant and looked scared out of her wits. This retort seemed to spur the interloper as he abandoned his previous prey and focused on the prince. He dug into his waistband and produced a gun, waving it carelessly towards the brunet’s face.

“I said fuck off, asshole,” the man’s voice wasn’t as loud as before, but it was much more emphatic now.

Vegeta breathed, contemplating the situation as he prodded a stuck piece of bread in his teeth free with his tongue.

Invading the tension, Kakarot came into view and simply asked, “What’s up?” He had strut shamelessly into the room to investigate the situation, naked and wet with hair a tousled mess.

“The door’s for you,” the shorter man replied.

For a split second, the gun wielder was distracted by this new development and he shifted both his gaze and aim towards the nude figure. A split second was all it took for Vegeta to act. He reached up, grabbed the barrel with his left hand, sacrificed his sandwich in order to effectively hit the guy’s wrist with his right, and then he slid back out of range of the perpetrator.

“I told you,” the prince said plainly as he pointed the weapon towards the man’s chest, “You fuck off first.”

He made the wise decision of cutting his loses and running. The staircase echoed with his pounding footsteps and vague threats peppered with profanity.

The young woman shakily gathered herself and rose to her feet, aided by the railing. In the tiniest of moments, Vegeta impulsively began to level the sights of the weapon onto her. Not because he wished her harm, but because he wished no further harm upon her. Kakarot’s hand on his shoulder stopped the misguided euthanasia and snapped him out of the compulsion. Making a wise decision, he passed the gun to his comrade who held it like it was a used napkin.

“Thank you,” the girl murmured, still dazed from adrenaline and trauma.

Vegeta merely nodded.

“You gonna be okay?” the taller man asked softly.

“Yeah…” she said, sniffled, wiped her face, and repeated, “Yeah.”

“You wanna come in?” Kakarot offered.

She looked at them properly and her body language gave her away before her spoken one, “No. I’m… good. I’m gonna go.” The girl glanced around her surroundings, expressing her uncertainty in terms of destination.

“Hey,” the black-haired man’s voice dropped to a more serious timbre, “Don’t be alone. Stay with some family or friends. Okay?”

“Okay,” she murmured, but it seemed to bring focus to her eyes as she chose a direction and slowly made her way.

Vegeta turned away first, slipping away quietly into the guest bedroom. He climbed onto the bed to lie on his side, facing away from the door. He didn’t want to see Kakarot should he come after him because he couldn’t guarantee a predictable outcome at this time. At first he thought he might be feeling apathy because of the static of his emotional state. However, when he scrutinized it, it seemed so much more apparent that it was a conglomerate. This was due to the fact that attention given drew a feeling to the forefront, but shifting locus didn’t eradicate it. Instead, it slipped back amongst the quagmire.

There was
bemusement over his nonchalance.
worry over the natural reaction to kill.
satisfaction from committing an act of altruism.
disgust in his complacency, his aptitude for violence.
pride in his swift retaliation.
desire for clarity…

The dreaded happened when there was a quiet knock on the door. Vegeta sighed, closing his eyes and grinding his teeth before answering, “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

It took a moment for the brunet to come to a decision, “Yeah.” He heard Kakarot enter and sit down on the floor beside him, yet he refrained from engaging a conversation. The aura of the room quickly became uncomfortable and the prince spoke, “What’d you do with the gun?”

“I took care of it,” Kakarot replied.

Are you going to take care of me too? Vegeta thought to himself.
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