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Chapter 2: The deepest cut
Vegeta felt a wave of déjà vu wash over as as his eyes slowly pried themselves open. Yet, this time he could see more than just black. He stared up at the white padded ceiling vaguely recalling the events of the day before (he suspected it was the day before) They slowly flooded his mind as he tried to shift and found himself unable. He groaned as he saw a white jacket on his body, his arms folded over his chest so he couldn�t move. He cursed under his breath and still tried to free himself. Under any normal circumstance he would have been able to easily tear the fabric from his body, but right now� this situation was anything but ordinary. He took deep breaths as he tried to sit up, but he only caused pains to shoot through his belly. He still couldn�t understand what the hell was going on! His mind tried so desperately to sort through the mess of pieces and place them back together but it seemed as if none of the pieces fit, someone cut the corners� that someone is the one that put him into all this madness. And no matter what. He would escape from it.

With a deep and worn sigh, he gave up. At least for now, he�d rest it off and once again hope that this is wall a dream an that he�d wake up in his warm bed. Trunks in his room playing video games, Goten mostly likely with him. Bura in her room putting makeup on trying to impress any guy that she could� just like her mother. He smiled at the thought of the blue haired scientist. He never truly loved the woman. Yes, he cared for her� but love? No, he couldn�t love her. He had a feeling that at one point he may have and he knew that she had, but they were no longer together. They lived in the same house but they no longer shared a bed. She happened to be screwing Yamcha once again.
He rolled over onto his side and stared at the wall in front of him. He had figured that he was in a mental institution. And he had also found it odd that when he slept that he had no dreams, no thoughts, it was only black. All he seemed to have was his thoughts. And even those seemed crazy to him.
He let his eyes slide shut, they felt like they were burning... they felt like he hadn�t slept in days yet, he just woke up. He almost wished that the lights were off so he couldn�t see those walls. They too mocked him because they held him in here. Not to mention the white jacket that held his arms tightly to his chest.
His heart sudden|}dsped up. Someone was outside his door and he had a feeling that it was that Kakkarot look alike. He could hear the voices, there was two this time� but one seemed to be fading as if they were walking away. Footsteps stopped outside his door and he rolled onto his other side and sat up, waiting to see who was there to greet him this time. The door slid open and once again he saw wild black hair. A smile was on his face but it was fake. His eyes were completely blank. As if he was lost� or his soul had been ripped mercilessly from his chest. He could hear the other�s voice through the glass.
"Good morning Mister Begeta." Vegeta scowled as the Kakkarot impersonator said his name wrong yet again.
Vegeta clenched his jaw, normally it would be his fist but at the moment that was pointless. &qut�s t�s Vegeta dammit- get it right!"
"Sure." This time the man on the other side didn�t hold a clipboard. If he was even a man� he could be a figment of his imagination for all he knew. And he really hoped that he was. "Today�s your lucky day, you get to go for a walk� with me." Vegeta felt a smile tug at his lips but it quickly faded as he heard the last part. He knew that Kakkarot was just fucking with him. He was deliberately trying to anger him. "I trust that you won�t try anything stupid�" Vegeta gave a sharp nod, anything to get free from this hell like room. "Good. I�m going to open the glass I want you to stand up and don�t move until I tell you to." Vegeta nodded again, although he hated being told what he had to do, he�d deal with it if he got to walk outside- then he would make a dash for it.
The man on the other side pressed in a code and the door slowly opened. Vegeta stood where he was. A new scent filled the air And it seemed to blind all his senses. That smwas was Kakkarot. No human could pick it up, only a Sayian- or another alien that had heightened senses could smell it. He could never say exactly what the scent was but it was sweet like sugar but it also had some spice to it. Reminded him of ginger bread cookies... He shook his head to rid himself of the thought as Kakkarot stood in front of him. "I�m going to take this jacket off of you, but if you try anything there are guards outside of the room waiting for you."

P>&qP>"Fine."
Kakkarot undid a few latched that held the jacket on and his hands were freed. And soon the annoying jacket was gone. "There. Now we can begin your routines again."
Vegeta�s eyebrow lifted in curiosity. "Routines? You act as if I�ve been here for some time." Kakt dit didn�t answer; he just motioned for Vegeta to begin walking. With a sigh Vegeta began moving, Kakkarot walking at his side. Vegeta glanced around the area; apparently these people had a thing with the color white. Even the loose pants and shirt he worse were white. He vaguely wondered where the other patients were� it seemed as though he was the only one there beside Kakkarot and the Nameks.
Vegeta�s thought went to how he got here in the first place. Nothing came to his mind and those pieces were still strewn about hrainrain. There was nothing there. He recalled everyone� who they were but he couldn�t figure out what he was doing last. A door opened as he was lost in thoughts and he walked outside, Kakkarot still walking next to him.
The Prince of Sayians looked upon his hands� something about them was different� he eyed them and was frightened by what he saw. White bandages on his wrists. He could see the blood that still tried to leak through. He gasped lowly as he stared at them and stopped walking.
"Mister Begeta�?" He looked up to a concerned face, but eyes that still said nothing.
"When� when did I do this?" His voice quivered but he shed no tears. He would never try to kill himself. Never. But from the looks of it he did and failed miserably.
"Two days ago."
"How long have I been here?" Vegeta tried to search for any memory of this happening, but there was nothing.
"Almost three years. Do you not remember?"
Three years. Three years? How the hell could he not remember anything that happened in those 3 years! Vegeta shook his head saying no and in denial.
"Sometimes when terrible things happen to people," Kakkarot took Vegeta�s wrist in his hand gently. "Like this. People shut out everything before it happened. You almost died, I would say that it was a traumatic experience that I hope to never have to deal with again. And I�m sure on your part that you don�t want to either." He gave a small smile and let Vegeta�s hand free. It fell back to his side. Had that been it? No� it couldn�t have been. Then why� Kakkarot?
"Then how did I know who you are?"
Kakkarot laughed. And that made his stomach twist, the laugh was exactly like his rivals� "You�ve been here for three years I�d hope that you�d know what your doctor�s name is."
NONONONO! It can�t be true! Vegeta�s mind screamed and he wanted to too. But he held it in.
"Did you know me before this?" Kakkarot shook his head. "Why am I here?" That question seemed to be the most important.
"I�ll tell you while we walk, ohkay?" He didn�t wait for Vegeta to answer; he began walking, Vegeta at his side. "You were brought here three years ago�" Vegeta was a bit agitated by this, he already knew that. A new aroma filled his senses. Grass� freshly cut grass. He smiled slightly at this as he continued walking and listening. "Your wife brought you here after you started hallucinating that you were a Prince from some planet�"
"A wife? I was married!" Vegeta exclaimed. He had never been married. And he hoped he never would.
"Yes, to Bulma Briefs. She�s a famous scientist. We ran some tests on you and you truly believed that you were from this pt cat called oddly, Planet Begeta." Vegeta found nothing odd about that. "You attacked everyone you saw even your wife and kids, claiming they were human� when you yourself are a human."
Vegeta was amazed by how realistic it seemed. But he knew in his heart that it wasn�t.
"Since you�ve been here you have called me Kakkarot. And every time I explain to you who I am. You had begun to calm down but then you tried to commit suicide, luckily Goten was there to help-"
"Goten! Your son works here too!"
"My son? I think you�re mistaken. I don�t have any children, my wife� she passed away before we ever really had the thought it through completely." His voice lowered as he said this and Vegeta hated to bring up a bad memory� Vegeta suddenly shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? This was not a real person! The man that was walking next to him was a figment of his imagination. The real Kakkarot was probably sleeping or eating at this very moment. Safe in his house with his family just like he really was. Maybe� maybe if he played along he could start to understand all of this mess and wake up. But even that seemed so farfetched. Everything felt so real under his fingertips�
A voice sounded to the right of him. It sounded as ikkarkkarot- his doctor was in pain. He turned towards him but there was no emotion on his face. "Did you say something?"
"No�" Vegeta felt as if this was a lie, but what would he be lying about? Oh� he had a headache big whoop. Maybe he was too tough to say anything about a headache bothering him. He suspected that it had to be that. Kakkarot spoke again. "After this you�ll have game time with some of the other patients. That sounds nice doesn�t it?"
"Sounds just dandy�" Vegeta mumbled and they headed back to the building. He still had not seen any other people here. And that puzzled his greatly. "Where�s everyone else?"
His doctor smiled at him. "They�re with visiting family members. You didn�t have anyone here to see you so I decided to let you get some fresh air. Most patients don�t go outside too often." Vegeta felt thankful and almost sorry that he had suspected that the man was so evil. But he was so different the night before� just the thought of last night sent shudders through his body.
"Why didn�t I have any� visitors?"
There was brief sadness on Kakkarot�s face but it was gone as quick as it came. "Your family moved far away from here." Vegeta gave a nod. His real family would never do such a thing.
They entered the building and Vegeta felt a tinge of unease.er per patients. He hoped they weren�t too crazy but that seemed as farfetched as all of this did. After walking through a maze of halls in utter silence, they reached a door and Doctor Goku pushed it open and they both went inside. "Try not to get too out of hand�"
"Are you leaving?" Vegeta said, his voice almost frantic. He didn�t want the other male to leave his side, even if he wasn�t the real Kakkarot he still felt secure.
"No, I�m just going to be over here." Vegeta nodded sharply and faced all the people. Some that were watching TV, playing video games, and chatting. Others he couldn�t really tell. He slowly moved towards the group and instantly he saw a familiar face. His throat tightened and was suddenly dry as he stepped next to the black haired woman.
"C-ChiChi?"
To Be Continued�
Agent 182: Buhahaha� cliff hanger- gotta love them! Wow, I updated this quick! Yeah! I�m proud of myself for that! Thank you everyone for the reviews and for reading!
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