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3. (GP) The Next Day:
This world is a decent size. Not too big, not too small. I have had a fair time in examining it through the course of the early morning. It is a beautiful place. So many natural resources and so many lifeforms thrive here. I wonder if it is anything like my home planet, the one Vegeta spoke of. Perhaps it is similar and that is why we chose to live here.
I never asked him how we came to live on this planet. I suppose, since we lost our home, it would only be fitting to find another, and wandering the universe would get old after a little while, but to me there is a thrill to it. Perhaps if I wanted to leave this behind, seeing as how there’s nothing here for me anymore, Vegeta might go with me.
Vegeta. He has slept quite peacefully while I’ve been away, but now I believe it is time to wake him up. We have things we have to do today and plans we must attend to soon, then a journey to make, so that perhaps I can remember more about myself.
It’s not that I am unhappy. I just feel a gnawing and certain emptiness inside at my lack of memory. If I could just find out a little bit more about myself, then maybe Vegeta and I can move forward from there.
“Kakarot, you’re awake,” I hear him say from behind me.
I turn and see that he is sitting up. I smile at him and ask, “How are you?”
He looks at me strangely, and I realize that he’s not sure who he’s talking to. I get down on my knees and kiss him in a flash. He is stunned by it, but not enough to where he doesn’t respond to me.
I pull away from our kiss and say, “I need to change and so do you. Take me to my house, then we can go to yours for the party that woman mentioned.”
“You want to go to that?” He asks, surprised.
“Why not? Maybe it will help jog my memory, seeing so many people I supposedly know. After we get bored we can leave and go do something more fun.”
I can’t tell if he’s still tired and that’s why he looks so dazed, or if it’s because of everything I just said. Am I so different than I was before? I couldn’t be… he’s uncommonly comfortable around me, altered attitude and all…
“Fine,” he sighs and stands up. “But let’s make this quick, I’m hungry.”
“You don’t want to go to my house, do you? You don’t even want to go to the party at your own house?” I wonder aloud, somehow knowing that I’m right.
He smirks and looks at me out of the corner of his eye. He says, “I’m not quite as social as you are, so no, and under normal circumstances I would not venture to your home, and the only reason I would make an appearance at the gathering is to see you.”
“Are you in love with me?” I ask him earnestly, half-joking.
At this his face brightens and darkens at the same time and he cries, “Absolutely not!”
I chuckle at him and get the feeling that he doesn’t know if it’s true or not. I don’t push the subject further. I’m not sure how I feel about him, either. I just like to see him react as opposed to being so poised all of the time.
He growls out, “Let’s go, Kakarot, and stop trying to figure me out. You have enough on your plate as it is. Last night was just as much my decision as it was yours, you know!”
“I know it was,” I laugh again, “But if you don’t watch out I’ll fuck you in front of everyone at this thing we are attending, just to get a rise out of you.”
He glares at me but says nothing, and a moment later he takes to the sky.
I think he might actually like it if I did do something so bold. Consider it duly noted.
(VP)
I don’t know what’s come over him this morning; I wonder what’s got him so cheery. Perhaps that’s just Kakarot’s mood in general, Saiyan instincts or not. Still, I must maintain some type of hold on him until we can figure out where his mood lies and what his plans are. He is clearly restless, but he is more docile than I thought he would be. Whatever he wants to do we must do, as long as it is in reason, at least until I can see if his memory is returning.
Does he really need it back?
‘Damn it, don’t be so selfish… This could turn south quickly…’
We are nearing his home now, and incidentally, his son Gohan’s home as well. Why they decided to be neighbors out here in the middle of nowhere is beyond me, but it could come in handy. Perhaps seeing his family will help him remember who he really is.
We touch down and I turn to him, gauging his reaction.
“So this is where I live?” He asks and puts his hands on his hips. “Which house is mine?”
“That one,” I point, and he begins to walk forward, but before he can get passed me I say, “You have a wife and a child, about 16, who live with you. Do you not want to know who the other house belongs to?”
“I have a child?” He looks at me incredulously.
“You have two actually. The other house belongs to your eldest son, Gohan, and his wife and child.”
He’s growling at me now, “You never mentioned this to me before. That woman yesterday, is she your wife? What is that exactly, like a lover?”
I nod, “Yes, the mother and caretakers of our children, and the providers of our households, since we don’t work like other men of this planet.”
“Why you did not mention this to me yesterday, I wonder!” He’s face is contorted into something like confusion, but it’s more pensive than anything, and he’s still growling at me.
I’m not sure why he’s so upset, and I tell him that, adding, “What could the information have changed?”
At this point Gohan comes out of his house, fresh out of the shower from the looks of it, all smiles, but he is clearly surprised to see me.
“Hey! How have you been Vegeta? I didn’t expect to see you until later in the day! What’s up, Father?”
Kakarot turns to him and eyes him heavily. I notice something else in his stare as he meets his son, and Gohan picks up on it, too.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” the young man asks and I can tell that his Saiyan instincts are telling him to be on guard.
“So, you are my eldest son?” Kakarot grins, and turns to me, “You did not mention that there were half-breeds. You have been telling me half-truths, Vegeta! I don’t appreciate it!”
“What’s going on?” Gohan demands, suddenly more serious.
“Your father lost his memory yesterday. He doesn’t even remember himself,” I huff, already tired of explaining the situation, “I am trying to help him. That is why I am here. He is here to get a change of clothes and come back with me to Bulma’s place.”
Kakarot’s taken a sudden interest in Gohan, and he begins to circle him slowly, no doubt smelling him to see if he really is his own child, but what other meaning there could be behind it, I do not know. He’s making me nervous, but I must maintain a sense of calm over him.
Kakarot says nothing after his survey of his own child, he only glares at me and begins to head inside of his own home.
“Vegeta!” Gohan whispers as his father enters the house.
“Hush, boy!” I demand, “I am trying to figure this out myself!”
He is clearly uncomfortable, something about the way his father was stalking around has upset him, but he nods and does as he is told.
We will wait here patiently. I do not expect him to do anything brash.
Two minutes later he is changed into some clothes I have never seen before. They are similar to his normal uniform except in color.
“What’s this?” I ask, amused.
He replies, “I am angry with you, you know. Now I realize that I am not the same man you once knew. That woman inside; she is weak. So is my second son. And the old Goku’s tastes were terrible. This is the only thing I found that I liked. I have no wish to come here again.”
“Father!” Gohan interjected, “What do you mean?!”
Kakarot was slow to respond but he turned to his son and looked him square in the eyes as he said, “Have you made me proud in our past life? You have strength in you but your character is skittish. I may have to break you, yet. We will see how I feel later on. I’m sure I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Perhaps then you will have something worth saying to me, or I will have made my decision.”
Gohan stood shocked and said nothing.
Even I am unsure of what Kakarot could have meant by such a speech. I am impressed with him, though. This is what I was expecting when I came to Earth. This is a man of discernment, with darkness about him, and an almost playful brooding. I can’t help but… want to encourage him.
I cannot allow him to just do as he pleases! What am I thinking!?
“Kakarot,” I say, lifting my chin and turning away to feign a small degree of boredom, “Must you decide so concisely that everything before was so bad?” I chuckle, “You seem to be at odds with yourself.”
He looks at me for a moment before he begins to come closer, smirking. He says, “On the contrary. Now I am free! I may have made a prior commitment to this place, but that commitment is now over!”
He grabs me by the waist and kisses me hard on the lips, coaxing my tongue out of my mouth. Gohan gasps as he watches us and I find that my fingers are running through Kakarot’s unruly hair.
He pulls away and says to me, “Are you not pleased? I daresay you are. Do not tempt me to prove it further. There will be time enough for that, later.”
I only have eyes for him and I smirk in response because I don’t know what to say. He’s perfect the way he is.
‘Stop this! This is nonsensical!’ my mind reels at me.
He lets go of my waist and turns to look at his son and he winks at him, saying, “See you soon.”
Then he takes off to the sky and I, well, I don’t even glance at Gohan, I just follow.
I… I am no longer in control. How do I get back some footing in this? He does not yet know his power, or mine. I still have some sway on him.
I am no longer sure of what is happening.
(GP)
Vegeta and I need to talk, but he can change first and then we can get something to eat. I would like to see this woman, Bulma, again, maybe upon a second visit I will remember something.
I am still pissed at Vegeta. Ah, but I am so attracted to him. I know my anger is fleeting. I will forgive him, but not before I punish him. I could just go ahead and claim him for my own, but I will wait on that for a moment. I think I’ll tease him a bit, first.
Now that I think of it, half of the questions that I asked yesterday were completely ignored. How did I meet Vegeta? How did I meet any of these people? Why did I decide to stay here?
What were Vegeta and I talking about before he hit me? He said there was a reason we went to the lake for a swim, and he also said he never comes to my house, and I apparently do not go to his very often, either.
Why did I come to see him yesterday?
He has not told me everything. There is something very big he is hiding from me.
What do we train for?
I will force it out of him. I will make him regret lying to me.
I think I know just how to do it.
It can wait. My mind is gnawing at me again to remember, remember anything! While my anger is swimming inside of me, building in pressure, ready to burst. I need to get out some of my aggression.
Food first, then I will decide how to go about my revenge. I bet I could coax all the information out of him that I want with the right leverage. His wife, maybe? Hmm…
He says, stirring me from my thoughts as we land outside of his mansion, “I will go and change quickly. You can wait outside if you’d like.”
“No, I will come inside with you. I would like to see Bulma again.”
He doesn’t even bat a lash at me, totally unsuspecting. I smirk at his back as I follow him through the halls.
A teenage boy begins running up to us. He’s got the strangest color hair, but handsome features, like… like Vegeta?!
“Father! Goku! Are you ready for the party! Goten will be on his way, soon! And Gohan and the others!” the young boy smiles, but Vegeta breezes right past him without even so much as a grunt.
The boy doesn’t seem fazed by it, he simply smiles at me as I pass but I can’t help but stare at him, smelling him, and looking him up and down. Finally, unable to help myself in my own frustration, I say to Vegeta, “Are you not even going to greet your son?”
Vegeta stops and turns back around. Not looking at me, he addresses his child, “Trunks, Kakarot doesn’t remember who you are. Go and find your mother won’t you? Tell her that Kakarot and I would like to speak with her.”
Trunks looks put off, but not by Vegeta, by me, and I smirk at his intuitive response to my attentions. He nods at his father, but his eyes are on me as he passes by, picking up speed the further away he gets.
Vegeta has already continued walking and I catch up with him quickly and growl out in a whisper, “So you and I settled down with others and created a family on a planet that is not our home. Is this why you think I would have turned you down? Because of previous circumstances?”
He turns on his heels in a flash and bears his teeth at me as he explains, “You, Kakarot, you took for yourself a family and made a home on this planet before I ever got here! You settled down and refused to leave! Those previous circumstances are lost to your knowledge! Long years have passed us by without ever a sentiment on your behalf and all of the sudden you’re given a chance to create a new life for yourself and you want to act like I have been ignoring you! You are mad at me because you can’t remember the life you made for yourself on this fucking planet without me?! Like I wronged you by following suit and having a wife and a child of my own!
“You know nothing about the circumstances that have angered you so much over the course of the morning! Are you surprised by yourself?! You cocky son of a bitch. Get out of my face.”
I’ve never seen such feverish passion in all of my life, I’m certain of it. He’s walking away and all I can say is, “Vegeta. You are in love with me.”
I can see it clear as day. I know it to be true, even as he turns around to deny it, I press my whole body against his, crushing him into the wall, denting the plaster and cracking it up to the ceiling. I kiss him, but he only allows it for a moment before he forces me off of him and continues on, now stomping through the hallway, furious with me and furious with himself.
I lick my lips, enjoying his taste and I feel, more so than I have since yesterday evening, content. I follow him mindlessly, a little confused and dazed, but not wholly thoughtless, and he makes a sharp turn into a room and slams the door in the face before I can enter.
I only chuckle at him. He can pretend a little door is going to provide some type of distance between us if he wants to. I’m too hungry to argue with him over petty differences right now, anyways. We have the whole day ahead of us to sort things out, and I intend to get some solid answers by any means necessary. This could prove to be fun.
Not even five minutes later he exits the room he shut me out of, changed into new clothes but still bristling with fury.
I smirk as he passes me, noticing that he can’t help but glance at me for just a moment. I follow closer in proximity to him than necessary, and I can feel the heat emanating from his skin. His scent spurs my own excitement.
“I don’t know why you’re so angry with me,” I coo.
“Shut up,” he reasons, and then adds, stubbornly, “And don’t be so confident in yourself. I am not in love with you.”
“Okay,” I chuckle. “But I haven’t told you what I think of you, yet.”
“It can wait,” he bites back, acting nonchalant, “We’re nearly there.”
“Yes,” I nod, even though he doesn’t see it, “I can sense her just up ahead.”
At that he turns slightly to me, but then turns back, and I wonder what he’s thinking, and not for the first time.
Can he sense me? Probably, yes, I am sure of it. Ahh, perhaps he did not know that I was aware of that ability. What other abilities do I have that I am not yet privy to?
He is keeping them from me.
I am more powerful than him, aren’t I? I guess we’ll just have to find out.
He put up quite a fight last night, but it was only half-hearted… I wonder…
I wish I could remember! I would think I would at least be able to remember him!
‘Damn it!’
“Bulma,” Vegeta states flatly as we enter a vast room filled with what looks like trinkets used for science and…
“N-Needles!” I cry in horror, “Vegeta! I will not be experimented on!”
“You fool!” he turns to me, “I have not waylaid you into anything! You said you wished to talk to her, or do you not remember that request?”
I am blue in the face, but I sense his honesty, and he is right, I did ask to see her again. He has not left my side in all this time. I have to calm down but it’s a terrible burden to do so.
“At least we know that some things haven’t changed about you,” Bulma smiles.
“What do you mean?!” I demand.
“Well, you’ve always been afraid of needles!” she laughs.
I have? I… suppose that makes sense…
Why is she not afraid of me? She’s not put off by me in the least.
I shake my head and ignore my own fears for a moment, but I have nothing to say to that. Vegeta has fallen into silence as well.
Bulma, not even noticing our awkward behavior, pushes her chair out from behind her desk and stands up, stretching as she says, “This is good timing. I am going to get ready for our party! That’s why you guys are here right? I’ll send for some food and drinks.”
Vegeta glares at me through the corner of his eye, but I have nothing to add.
I watch her as she leaves, my mind going in so many directions at once.
She closes the door behind her and finally Vegeta speaks up:
“What was the point in that? Did this wasted moment do anything for you? Are you one step closer to figuring out who you are?”
“Fah!” I scowl at him, “Let’s just go. I am reconsidering the whole thing.” With that I head for the door, not bothering to wait for him.
“What the hell does that mean?” he calls from behind me.
I don’t bother to turn and look at him. All I say is, “I am hungry.”
“What else is new?” he responds without missing a beat as he follows after me.
I exit the room and go back in the direction we came and just as I realize that I don’t know where I’m going, I begin to sense people arriving, so I make my way in their general direction.
Vegeta has not said a word to me but I don’t care to listen, anyways. I am much more interested in what the next few hours will bring us.
I weave in and out of hallways and eventually I come to smell food. The scent is getting stronger. Good. The further I walk I begin to hear voices of the people I have been sensing. I am excited to meet them, but I refuse to get my hopes up.
I turn to look at Vegeta and he is nothing but annoyed and more reserved than I have ever seen him. Why would he not want to go to a party his own lover is hosting? Could he really be so elusive a man?
“Goku!” cries two, no, three men I have never seen before.
I will try a different approach this time:
“Hey,” I answer, smiling, but I am very guarded. They don’t seem to notice. They are busy nodding in Vegeta’s direction, but the Prince has already crossed him arms over his chest and set himself up with a determination to be miserable.
“How’ve ya been?” a short man speaks to me, grinning obscenely.
“What’s new, man?” Another man with a scar on his face slaps me on the shoulder sportingly.
I stare at them both, trying my best to place their faces, but nothing is coming to mind.
Vegeta interrupts their charming hellos and says, “I’m afraid that Kakarot is not himself. He’s lost his memory. He doesn’t know you.”
The dumbfounded look on their faces trumps everything coming out of their mouths and I watch closely as they try to put it together. They both look very suspicious of Vegeta and of myself but neither of them say anything negative to either of us.
I sense several others on their way, now. Some are closer than others. Piccolo has just arrived and the bald man is busy trying to introduce himself to me and ask me if I remember him ‘even just a little bit.’ I shake my head in the negative, but my focus is on the new arrivals as well as the food being set out before us.
(VP)
Classic Kakarot. He doesn’t even wait to dig in, he just goes for everything all at once. It’s disgusting, but at this point, I’ll take whatever I can get that reminds me of his former self.
What exactly is amnesia? Is there a point where things just start clicking and he remembers himself the way he’s always been? Or is it something permanent? Maybe it’s something in between that might taint his soul forever. Even if he starts to remember, will it be too late to change anything he might do in the meantime and who he’ll be as a result of it?
His friends are too ignorant of the situation to take heed around him. They’re simply fascinated by him no matter what state of mind he is in. They’re trying their hardest to gain his attention and convince him of their previous relationship, but I can see that Kakarot shares no such recollection.
His eyes are darting from one former friend to another, calculating, and quick. What the hell is he thinking? I’ve never wanted to know so badly.
Piccolo is greeting Gohan, who just arrived with his entire family, Chi Chi and Goten included, but Piccolo’s eyes are glued to Kakarot, as are Gohan’s and their hello is brief.
This is too much excitement at once. If Kakarot grows annoyed, he will surely say so. How long until he decides that enough is enough? Or maybe, maybe we’ll be lucky and something will strike a cord and help him begin to remember his old self.
Now that everyone is here Bulma is giving her speech, but I don’t hear a word of it. Kakarot seems to be listening to her intently, but I don’t believe the message of their long-lived friendship is sinking in.
This is going to be a long fucking day.
“Vegeta,” Gohan whispers, coming up to me, “What was all that about earlier?”
I scoff at him, crossing my arms, “What are you most upset about, boy? Your fathers altered mood or the kiss we shared?”
Gohan blushed, but his eyes are angry, and he replies, “What happened to him? He’s not the same as before! He made Goten and my mom very uncomfortable… and I didn’t like the way he was circling me, like… like…”
“Tch,” I interrupt, “His Saiyan instincts kicked in the moment he awoke from the accident. Why don’t you use some of yours to defend yourself, otherwise he will see you as a push-over, and deny you any acquaintance…”
“He’s been hurt?!” Gohan whispered, thinking irrationally.
At this I notice that Kakarot is listening to us. I think I saw a faint twitch of his ear, and his head turned ever so slightly towards us. Whether he was listening before I am not sure. My only response to his eldest son is, “No, he’s perfectly fine. He just can’t remember anything.”
“Goku! Come over here!” His friends call him, in no way concerned about this strange event or his altered mood.
“Kakarot,” Kakarot answers, swallowing some of his food and then going in for another bite.
“Huh??” some of them respond. The others say nothing, and the whole of the crowd is now staring and silent.
Kakarot turns to them, and, finishing off his food he states, “Kakarot is my name. Do not call me ‘Goku’ ever again.”
The crowd stands shocked, some of them gasping and some of them turning their attention to me.
‘What the fuck do I do?!’
Act casual. What else?
“But-But why?” Krillin asks him, too dimwitted to put two and two together.
“Because that’s not my rightful name. Who here can tell me that it is? Or are you going to call Vegeta a liar?”
Now they are glaring at me. Yes, because this whole thing is my fault. I brainwashed him for my own evil gain. They would blame me.
Piccolo steps forward and says, “Kakarot is your rightful name. If that’s what you wished to be called from now on, we will call you by it. Vegeta did not lie to you.”
Kakarot smirked and nodded at Piccolo before turning back to the crowd, watching their every move.
“But, but, Kakarot, you don’t remember any of us?” His wife, Chi Chi, asked, spewing out the name as if it were poison. She’s still holding onto her hope. Goten’s holding onto her tightly, though, keeping her from running up to her husband, who is clearly not himself.
At least he has some sense.
“No,” Kakarot replied, “No I don’t remember any of you. I was hoping that at least one face would seem familiar, but, then again, two of you are my offspring, that much is obvious, so I know that have been here for a while and I must have found you attractive at one point in time.”
Again, with the dramatic response from the crowd and unnecessary comment from Kakarot. I must continue to let this play out, though, and I have got to admit, it is kind of amusing to watch.
Kakarot begins to head for them, walking around almost casually, going down the line one by one, looking each of them directly in the eyes.
This time I know what he wants from them! He wants to see the fear in their faces. He’s trying to assert his dominance over them. If they are weaker, they will naturally show him that they are afraid, then he will know that he is stronger than any of them, and any quarrel he might have will go unpunished.
To what avail, though? What could possibly be the point? Am I even that sadistic?
‘Yes.’
Gohan, who’s still standing beside me, is bristling with anger. I can say nothing to him at the moment to try and calm him down. Meanwhile Piccolo, who is wiser than the others, is staring at Kakarot nonchalantly, showing him, to the best of his abilities, that he fears him not, and that he will not be bullied. Everyone else, my son included, looks practically terrified if not downright defensive.
Kakarot turns to me finally and says, “You are right, Vegeta, we are not like the people of this planet. Say, did you eat anything?”
“No, I have not,” I answer, again, feigning boredom.
He’s buying it. “Hm,” he says, “Well eat something, won’t you. We can stay for a little while longer, I guess. I’m going to get something to drink.”
The pressure on the crowd has been released just like that as Kakarot walks away, but they are all dumbfounded and upset.
He enters the house and the whole of the people invited show their anger at me and are quick to voice their blame.
I turn away from all of them and go to get something to eat. I will need my strength for later I am sure. I have no time to waste with them. Besides, they are too afraid of me to confront me directly, so they stick mostly to themselves, though loudly complaining, and try to figure out what to do.
Piccolo, more privy to the situation than anyone else, comes up to me and says quietly, “Are you enjoying this?”
I growl at him, “I did not do this on purpose.”
“But you aren’t trying very hard to help him,” he answers.
“And you are?” I bite back. “Kakarot believes himself to be normal and, in my expert opinion, he is acting very much-”
“Like a Saiyan,” Piccolo interrupts me. “So, you are enjoying this, even though you know it’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” I laugh, “Tell him that, and then say it to me again with a straight face and your honor intact. Don’t tell me you missed the show last night?” His face turned sour and a blush came over even his green cheeks. I chuckled again and say, “I thought so. I must do everything I can to keep him… unaware of his strength or any resolve he might have on leaving the planet. If you think you can help with that then by all means, do what you can. Otherwise, it’s probably best simply not to piss him off.” With that I grab my plate of food that I’ve been making a begin to walk away.
Piccolo says sternly before I can leave, “You aren’t fooling me, Vegeta. Let me ask you this: What if he doesn’t snap out of this, what then?”
‘I don’t know,’ my mind answers him, but before I can think to say anything I notice that Gohan is missing from the party and he’s found Kakarot inside.
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