yEpErEk/Crimson Chaos

Crimson Chaos - Chapter 1

Author: yEpErEk "I want to live forever...and that's the only aim I'm
prepared to risk my life for... " [volatile_vodka@hotmail.com]
Pairing: well...hmmm... nope... nothing major of that type yet and I
mean _yet_ so bare with me...
Response: If right now you don't have to save the world [which I doubt,
considering the typical person's lifestyle nowadays] then be my guest and do respond to mah pathetic attempts of Kami knows what, in all the perspicuous ways... I won't mind.. I really won't ^^
Rating/Warnings: If you are able to read this ... Quick! Go and check!...
upssss too late.. you've read it now... so what's the point of me putting
anything in this field for you now eh? Ok ok...So I did want sex to sip and
drip from every corner of your monitor, but my pathetic excuse for
imagination had over plans soooo nope... still innocent... weeeelll apart
from some violence, few hectoliters of blood and few paragraphs of the
so-called bad language... don't cope? Blame on the characters... they have a
life of their own by now

***DISCLAMIER:*** I don't even own a sane mind, vague sense of reality, the
correct time dimension, fundamental abilities of coordination and speech,
even the smallest writing talent, not to mention the striking deficiency of
sense of humor... so how the hell could I own something like Dragon Ball or
any part of it eh? Add to the above a very impractical brain and you'll know
that I would have never come up with the idea for doing 'the bellow' for
money... oh yeah, and if you are, by any chance, a person with a mind like a
razor (sharp and _narrow_) then for your information I also am in no
possession of that thing ningens call money, so don't waste your precious
time and just don't sue me (I wouldn't have anything suitable to wear to the
court anyhow...)... Oh and I even don't own Nikki and Druell, well I do but I
don't own up to that in the public... hey you want them? Be my guest and
take them faaaaar away from me ^^ no? no volunteers? Ahh don't worry I'm
planning on putting them to death very soon muahahaahha ehem well just don't
tell them that ok?
[P.S. I really don't understand ppl who hate disclaimers...^-^]

Additional note:
The timeline and age of some characters have been changed [eg. Gohan is only
slightly older than his brother and Trunks] add to that some interesting
character twists and you should be able to follow the creation of mah sick
mind so bla bla bla there... don't ask [you never ask for explanation insane
ppl, it's just now worth it]

[Dedication: Well Syron I hope you enjoy this cause I know just how much you
'luv' such stories ;]] you'll be begging on ur knees when this gets real yaoi
muahahahahahah]

Chapter I:
Personality-Duality...
.... or in other words Run, People, Run!+

***
Today's episode is sponsored by the letters A, B, R, U, P and T.

Additionally for those who vaguely know how to put individual letters into
logical group-thingy called words today's episode is also sponsored by the
following words:

+"When in danger or in doubt, run in circus, scream and shout."
***

He sat there...

....and that was just about all he was doing.

Actually, that was everything he has been doing for the past two hours.
Something, you couldn't say about the other three. The thing in front of him
was making a constant noise of alternating pitch and frequency, which judging
by the way the other two creatures were reacting... well, it must have been
the thing that most ningens called simply - talking. Strange, but he had in
mind much more graphical, detailed and effective words to describe what the
fair-haired thingy was doing, none of them being of the type you would tell
to your mother.

Suddenly, it became quiet and they all looked at him, obviously showing him
some interest <This is something new...> He shifted in his chair and raised
an eyebrow questioningly.

"...(something something bla bla bla)....choosing...?"

"Errrrr... sorry can you repeat that?" <Kami, why did she had to speak so
quickly?...and why the hell can't she open her mouth properly???>

The ebony-eyed boy laughed, even if the other two females didn't feel very
amused.

"Gee man. You been siting here like a stone statue for Kami knows how long,
not making even the slightest noise. At times I even doubted that you were
still breathing..." Low chuckle. "You could at least listen, you know..."
One of the black eyes winked and he knew that the one to his right was joking.

"All I asked is - what are you choosing (bla bla again)...?" The blond
chatterbox put a hand to her mouth as she said the last words, so again he
didn't fully understand her.

"Hmmmm just a cheeseburger I guess."

This time everyone laughed.

Apart from him of course...

"God Trunks! Are you still with us? Hellooooooo..." The girl with short,
brown hair and paint all over her face (translation: make-up) started waving
her hands in front of his face. He had this strange urge to grab them...and
to break them... and that was only if he decided to control himself...

"Oh just forget it Nikki. He's ignoring me. Like always..." The one opposite
him, started playing with that yellow hair, making the face of a hurt
princess.

"She wanted to know what are you choosing to wear for the party tonight..."
The jet black eyes stared at him with an unsettling intensity. "Trunks, are
you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah...I just... I need some fresh air. Excuse me guys..." He nearly
run to the door, barely avoiding the waiter on the way.

******

He stood outside, panting heavily as if he had just finished an intense
sparring session. Leaning against one of the large windows, he felt the
stares of the people inside, making those annoying holes in his back. <Kami,
why the hell am I doing this? Why, why, why?!>

// Because you are my best friend // A deep, calm, nearly seductive voice of
his friend appeared in his head.

He looked up and wasn't very surprised to see that the raven-haired boy had
followed him, leaving those two vexatious things indoors.

"I'm sorry... I just can't take it any longer... especially that... that...
what's her name again?"

"Druell." Goten sighed and just looked at him, feeling very guilty. "Listen
Trunks, I do appreciate what you are doing for me.... and Kami... how am I
going to ever pay you back?"

"By dumping that stupid onna." But of course he never said that, instead he
just smiled. But it was a very sour smile.

The two boys stared deeply at each other, blue against black, light against
darkness... two different worlds and yet so inseparable. Finally, he broke
the gaze and looked down at his shoes, hands in pockets and a strange scowl
on his face. A scowl very similar to those of his father's.

"Trunks...listen...I...emm...we got to sort this out..." Goten tried to catch
his friend's attention, but the demi-Saiyan seemed to be lost in thought.

He did hear Goten, but chose to ignore him and instead thought about what had
happened through these past few months, about all those changes... not
necessary good ones...

Yet, with the other boy watching him so acutely, he couldn't concentrate, so
with an annoyed jerk he pulled out a small packet from his jeans' back pocket
, took out one of the long, thin objects and placed it in his mouth.

Seeing what he was about to do, Goten groaned and made moves as if wanting to
stop his friend, but changed his mind and just whispered softly. "You should
quit it.... Before it's too late." He wanted to add that Saiyans just don't
do this, but he knew that he would be told... <_again_>... that they are only
half Saiyan and thus what's human isn't that alien to them.

He lighted it with a smaller, metal lighter, knowing that ki blasts weren't
exactly the most appropriate things in the open public. He inhaled deeply,
relaxing as the smoke rushed down his lungs. He knew very well that he was
addicted, even if he pretend that it was otherwise. He also knew, that the
consequences of it could be... well no one yet knew exactly what, but only
because Goten was the only one who knew about this little 'hobby' of his.

Maybe if he told his mother, she would have done some tests and found out the
truth... but it probably would be something along the lines - that it's many
times as harmful for him as it is for the ningens, that it's going to do
some irreversible damage to his body and eventually kill him. He knew that
this could be more than possible, even despite his alien interior anatomy...
or maybe especially because of that... It's probably just like it is with the
alcohol - each of them could take more than an average human, but the side
effects were just purely devastating and the hangovers afterwards sheer hell.

<Don't give a damn. I really don't... it's my life and my decisions. If this
is what's going to destroy me in the end, then so be it. What's the
difference between another Cell and a few dozes of nicotine? At least the
last one provides some pleasure.> So why hasn't he told the others about it
yet...?

Goten started coughing slightly, as the tangy smoke hit his nostrils. He
looked pleadingly at Trunks, but he didn't even look up. Was it his
imagination, or did the blue eyed boy smirk slightly?

<Kami! He's turning more and more into his father. Soon he will be just as
corrupted as the Ouji is...hmmm was?> He thought for a second about how
Vegeta has changed lately... for the good, or so it seems at least...

<What had happened to you Trunks?> What ever it was, it all started a year
ago and has been just increasing in intensity. Ok, so he still was that
sensitive, caring fellow that he had known all his life <at times anyways>...
but lately it seemed as if there were two different parts of Trunks - he
would just switch unexpectedly from one personality to another, from the
calm, controlled and honorable warrior to the rebellious, cheeky and furious
teenager who just didn't care about anything or anyone. And you wouldn't even
know what has provoked him in the first place...and that was very disturbing
... very...

The only good thing was that they stopped ignoring each other when Trunks'
changes started, after those few months of uneasiness and silence and now
were the best of friends again... well at least according to one of them...
<Oh Trunks...>

By the time Goten snapped out of his thoughts, Trunks had already started his
second cigarette and was staring at him with a wild smirk on his face, arms
folded across his broad chest.

<uh-oh... welcome Mr. Hyde..>

But the azure-eyed boy didn't say anything... just glared, his eyes
completely emotionless, leaving no clue to what sort of thoughts might be
roaming through his head. When Goten opened his mouth to say something, he
leaned forward, eyes fastened to those black pools and... let out a choking
cloud straight into the face of the startled boy.

Choking like mad and covering his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his
jacket, he took few steps back with a very irritated look on his face. But
Trunks just laughed and started playing with the lighter, turning his
attention to something above his friend's head.

"For Kami's sake, Trunks..." His voice sounded more frustrated and angry that
he had intended.

"Yes?" The blue eyes focused on his and their owner smiled very innocently.

"Fine. I get the point. You don't like Druell and having to cope with her is
hell, but don't you think that I already know that, eh? I wouldn't have asked
you to come along otherwise..." He sighed and smiled weakly. "I just wanted
to be alone with Nikki, but every time we go somewhere she needs to bring
that stupid...ehem... that friend of hers and trust me... it's like having a
chaperon who checks your every word and move, not mentioning her constant
blabber with no sense or logic...and those jokes..."

"Ehem...You already told me that...let's see... about the 30th time now?"
That provocative, sarcastic grin was still there.

"...." He blinked, trying to remember what he wanted to say. "Ah yes...well
you know then way I asked you to come along... I just wanted you to take care
of Druell..."

"Entertain, amuse, absorb with some small talk, beguile, please, satisfy,
impress, excite or dance like a fucking circus dog! Anything to divert that
creature's attention from the two poor, little, innocent lovers." He snorted,
his face dead-serious. "I wouldn't be very surprised if you were expecting
me to fuck that little bitch...just so that you..." Another snicker. "You
did, didn't you?" The smirk didn't fade a bit, instead his eyes joined in by
throwing hell fire at anything that moved.

"Listen..." He sensed the approaching in big steps inferno, but as always in
such situations, instead of calming his friend down, completely unaware of it
he just envenomed the drastically increasing anger. "You know it's not like
that, you are just exaggerating everything..." He saw the smirk changed into
an ugly grin. A very virulent and lethal grin.

He hesitated for a brief moment "Maybe... Maybe you shouldn't have smoked...
cigarettes always seem to agitate you."

That was a mistake... A very bad mistake...

In a split of a second, before Goten even managed to blink, yet alone react,
Trunks had moved and suddenly one of his hands was firmly gripping the
surprised boy's neck, face just few millimeters away with eyes narrowed and
the mouth curved into an animalistic grimace, revealing a row of sharp
canines. The ebony-eyed boy felt the warm, humid, spasmodic breaths on his
mouth and the strong scent of his frenzied friend. It was a warning scent
with one, clear message -Say all your prayers now, as you are about to be
massacred...-

"Don't you fucking tell me what to do you pathetic, little piece of..."
Before he could finish, Goten made a desperate attempt to pull free, only to
feel the other hand land heavily on his left temple. Black dots swirled
before his eyes, soon joined by larger, white ones when Trunks' fingers
clenched even harder on the vulnerable throat.

He swallowed hard, trying harder and harder to grasp some air. He didn't want
to fight back, as he knew that an open attack was all that Trunks was
waiting for. Despite the state he was in, he still had some shreds of sanity
and self-control left, the only thing which kept him from slaughtering Goten.
.. but those shreds were very thin and weak...All he needed was an excuse, a
very small sign, any threatening move and then he would...

Half strangled and trying to stop himself from choking fits, Goten closed his
eyes and concentrated, his so far stiffened body relaxing slightly.

// Trunks... please... stop this madness...before it's too late//

// ... // The iron grip, which any minute now could snap his trachea, seemed
to loosen slightly.

//...I really don't want to hurt you Trunks...//

// !!! //

But he didn't have time to think about it, as the other demi-Saiyan, suddenly
grabbed his jacket and yanked him across the pavement, one hand still
fastened onto his throat...

But Goten didn't feel or hear the shattering glass around him. Instead he
heard a dull thump and a shock of pain run up his spine, as he crashed into
the nearby lamp post, which somehow didn't break but only bent outwards. He
collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes for a moment, as he tried to pull
himself together.

// HURT ME?! Who do you think you are, eh?! You couldn't even... Just you
wait... I'll show you who will be in pain soon...// The voice screamed in his
head and he opened his eyes just in time to see the charging boy, with pure
insanity in his eyes.

"Shiiiiiiiit!" He rolled over to one of the sides, when Trunks was only
centimeters away. But that didn't help much as he felt something wrapping
around his neck and waist from behind. He suddenly found himself in the air,
his feet barely touching the ground. He couldn't move, as the delirious boy
clasped his arms around his body, squeezing the life out of him.

// TRUNKS! You know that I meant something else...Let me go! I DON'T WANT TO
FIGHT YOU, YOU DAMN IDIOT! Ahhhhhh.... //

"....hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He broke the telepathic bond and switched suddenly
into his normal voice when the unexpected pain made him loose the necessary
concentration.

One of Trunks' hands had pressed hard against his ribcage and he felt two of
his ribs snap like matches. He had no idea how Trunks did it, but he soon
felt blood quickly filling his mouth and he realized that the broken bones
had probably perforated his lungs. <Kuso...He's damn serious...> Choking
again, this time not only from lack of air, he realized he had no choice. He
had to stop this absurdness... in any possible way.

The bloodthirsty demi-Saiyan felt his victim's ki rising and just smiled,
adding more pressure to the tensing body. <Finally...>

But as Goten was about to transform, with Trunks also close to the
'metamorphose', the two boys suddenly heard a yell and a scream combining
into one deafening shriek.

"GOTENNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTRUNKS!"

They turned around to see their two forgotten companions, who had just
emerged from the restaurant only to see the two males tangled up in a twisted
embrace, with Trunks' hair already slightly rising in the air and blood
trickling quickly from Goten's mouth.

"You let of Goten right now or I'll..." The one called Nikki charged at them,
with her small fists raised above her head.

"Or you'll what?" Trunks snorted and let go of the other boy's neck only to
point his hand towards the running girl, his palm slowly starting to glow.
Goten instantly sensing with horror what was about to happen, elbowed the
head behind his, with all his might, hitting perfectly the painful spot under
the chin. He was freed immediately as Trunks stepped back , surprised and
tripping over the curb, landed on his ass on the road.

Goten in the mean time grabbed Nikki, who kicking in the air and throwing
blind punches at Trunks, cursed him in every possible way and at least in
four, different languages. He had hard time to keep hold of the girl and to
avoid her blows at the same time, especially when she constantly hit his
agonizing ribs. He swallowed all the blood in his mouth, hoping dearly that
he was wrong about his lungs...

The blue eyed boy first gawked at the two on the pavement and then burst into
mad laughter, nearly collapsing onto his back. It looked like all his rage
had vanished...

<...just as quickly as it had appeared...very disturbing> But Goten didn't
have much time to contemplate about it, as something without warning hit the
back of his head. Then again and again... He twisted his neck to see what it
was, only to turn back his head very quickly, barely avoiding his eyes from
being scratched out by the long, claw like, nails of the blond girl.

"Druell! For God's sake, stop it!"

But she kept whacking him like mad. Maybe it wasn't painful, but it was hell
irritating, especially with that bucking creature in his arms and Trunks
having the time of his life as he watched them.

"Trunks quit chortling and help me..." But the demi-Saiyan just roared even
louder, few tears starting to roll down his face.

"You just wait till I get my hands on you...you...you blue haired freak!"

"Let go of Nikki you bastard. You hear me? Let go...!" *SMACK*

" Ouch! I mean it Trunks! If you don't come here this minute I'll let her
loose and I swear, even your father won't save you!!"

"Goten, you fucking idiot, get your hands of me or I'll...!"

"Jesus, keep your teeth far away from my hands! Heeeeeey! Leave my clothes
alone!!!"

"Muahahahahahahah!"

A small crowd of bystanders started to gather around the exotic scene, which
was taking place in front of one of the most known and expensive restaurants
in the city.

"Just look at them... What a freak show!"

"Can't you see they are foreigners? I bet they are from Europe..."

"Africa more like..."

"I mean I can understand that some people can get sexually frustrated, but to
do it in the streets? Get a life!"

"...and a threesome? Isn't that just too much...?"

"Oh I wouldn't mind playing around with those two chicks... just look at them
...mmmmm...heeeeeey!" *THUD*

"Sadomasochistic animals!"

"Get back to your cages!"

"To the zoo with them! To the zoo...!"

Nikki suddenly calmed down and even Druell stopped her maniacal task of
ripping Goten's clothes to pieces. The three looked around at the surrounding
people, their angry faces and even some raised fists, with few umbrellas
sticking out here and there.

"Huh?" That was all that Goten could manage, dropping Nikki to the ground and
completely unaware that he was basically naked with only his jeans in some
miraculous way still holding onto him.

Nikki blinked hard few times and then blushed bright red, with the
demi-Saiyan following suit when he realized the state he was in and Druell
just calmly folding up her pocket knife.

"Sick perverts!"

"Animals!"

"I bet they even fuck like dogs!"

"Muahhahahaahahhaahaaaaaaa!"

Everyone went silent and glared at the boy, still sitting nearly in the
middle of the street, now trembling as another fit of laughter hit him.

"Gheehheheheheeh...!"

"What the...?" Goten couldn't believe that Trunks was enjoying himself that
much, but when he finally grasped for just how long his friend had been
laughing, he got worried slightly. "Kami, are you alright Trunks?"

His only answer was a raised hand, before the boy finally collapsed onto the
road, stumping his foot against the ground as he tried to control himself.

"Oh my God! Somebody call an ambulance! That boy's in shock!"

"I bet he's one of them. Sick pervert!"

"No no! Look he's in pain...poor thing"

"They probably drugged him or something...."

" Somebody help him! Before he hyperventilates !"

"Hey! STOP HIM!!"

Some of the biggest men launched themselves at Goten, who started to walk
towards his friend. Taken by surprise, he dropped to one knee as the weight
of seven men crashed onto him. With a low groan, he managed to get up and
make a step forward, pulling the shocked people with him. But then another
group fell down onto the raven-eyed boy, who was biting his lip hard in order
to ignore the screaming pain of the damaged ribs. Yet he still succeeded in
making another few inches forward, causing the amazed crowd to let out a
sigh of surprise and disbelief.

When that didn't stop him, more and more humans joined in and soon Goten
started to consider transformation, not only to get rid of that annoying
ballast, but also to scare away the whole mob, which he suspected would run
away in random directions, leaving him and his companions finally alone.

Trunks couldn't be heard anymore, as totally exhausted he only made quiet,
incoherent sounds, which very much resembled ruckle.

"Trunkssssss......helppppppppp.....meeeeeee....uhhhhhhh...thissss....
timeeeeee....uhhhhh... Iiiii.... meannnn... ittttt!" He moved closer with
each word, but the whole situation started to really frustrate him and he
knew that he could blow any minute.

Nikki and Druell stood next to each other, now completely forgotten by the
masses, watching wide-eyed what was happening. Suddenly, Nikki saw the worst
coming... or actually whizzing towards them...

"TRUNKKKKSSSSS!" The high pitched, ear piercing shriek made Goten look up and
to see what had startled the brown haired girl.

<KUSO!!!> But he never managed to say anything, as abruptly the speeding car
came into full view, its driver completely unaware of the sprawled boy on the
road. The whole crowd became motionless, breathless with even hearts slowing
down nearly to a halt.

The vehicle was now only few meters away from the stretched out body, who's
owner seemed to be completely ignorant of the nearing danger.

All at once, people started to scream and shout when the auto crashed into
the blue-haired boy at top speed and resulting in an explosion. No one apart
from Goten was able to see what really happened, as everything occurred much
too fast for the human eye to register. Some humans still stood fixed to the
pavement, waiting for the smoke to fade just to see... just to make sure
that...

When the view of the accident became visible again, all hell broke loose and
sheer panic took over the people, who started to dash in every possible
direction, stumbling into each other and toppling all those who didn't manage
to dodge the human bullets.

Druell fainted into Nikki's arms and Goten, who was now freed, run up to the
girls, in order to protect them from the wild and frantic parts of the crowd,
which still hadn't manage to flee, loosing the leftovers of his trousers in
the process and leaving only black boxers to cover up his dignity.

Soon, only the three of them stood on the empty pavement, or more like two
with the third dangling in the brown-haired girl's embrace. Even the
restaurant behind them had evacuated.

Goten watched, as the driver somehow stumbled out of his car and on shaky
legs walked up to what he thought would be only bloody mess. He fainted
straight away when he saw what really was in front of his vehicle.

On the ground sat Trunks with his arm stretched out to his right, which had
come into contact with the car and indented the whole front, so that there
was a massive hole were the engine was supposed to be. The engine on the
other hand laid on the front, passenger seat, slightly smoking. With the
other hand he robbed his sore stomach, trying to ease the cramps and
controlling himself _hard_ not to start guffawing all over again.

He finally moved his hand away from the still slightly aflame wreck and
stared at his fist for few seconds. He chuckled at what he saw, but nearly
instantly stopped, his face twisting into a grimace of pain when his stomach
muscles reminded him not to do that sort of thing any time soon. After taking
few deep breaths, he finally got up and looked down only to see that his
clothes were burnt badly in numerous places, with the right sleeve of his
favorite leather jacket actually missing. He then quickly glanced into one of
the big windows (the only one spared from the stampede of live hysteria) and
scowled at the sight of his face covered in black smudges and his once
beautiful hair tangled up into one total mess, also partly black and even few
small strands gone.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his companions, who just gawked at him.
Smirking and folding his arms, he took a step forward in order to get off the
road and just stood there, watching them.

Goten sighed, knowing from the very beginning that nothing serious could
possibly have happen to his friend and turned his attention to Druell, who
was still limp and lifeless. Nikki kneeled, lowering her friend to the ground
and placing the blond head on her thighs. The raven-eyed boy squatted beside
them and looked at the pale face with concern.

Trunks snorted and moved, not even glancing down at the unconscious girl, or
the other two as a matter of fact, when he passed them and walked into the
empty restaurant.

Before Goten could say something, shout or do anything else of that nature,
the blue eyed boy just raised his hand without turning back and said calmly,
"I'll get some water."

*****

When he entered, he stopped at the doorstop wondering where to find what he
wanted, as the kitchen may not necessary be equipped with it. He then
suddenly smiled devilishly and started walking at leisurely pace, hands in
pockets and quietly whistling to himself some grim tune.

*****

Meanwhile, Nikki was on the brink of bursting into tears and Goten who was fully aware of this, became really uneasy and nervous not knowing which one he should be taking care of - Nikki or Druell. He spoke calming words to one then switched into gentle shaking of the other only to switch back into assuring the first that everything is and will be ok and then again trying to gently pat the colorless cheeks in order to get some life back into them.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my... oh my..." A big tear appeared in one of the brown eyes and Goten was trying hard not to panic, as he had no clue what to do with a crying female.

"Nikki don't worry, please don't cry honey.."

"Don't you 'honey' me mister." Goten sighed with relief when he saw that accidentally he seemed to stop the girl from flooding them with tears. At least for the time. "It's all your fault! Yours and that...that... blue haired freak! I don't even want to know what actually happened here..."

"I know, I know...but listen Nikki..." He had to figure out a way to make her keep quite about all of this. It was enough that at least a couple of dozens people saw Trunks' 'lil show'.

"Speaking of which... where the hell did he go? It isn't that hard to find water, even for such a moron... I wish he'd move his ass and bring that god forsaken water..."

"At your service Madame..."

The two on the ground didn't even have time to look up, before few gallons of freezing water hit them. Goten choked slightly when some of the water got inside his nose and fell back with a groan of pain when he was blown in the ribs by the startled girl, who with a shriek, sprang to her feet. She completely forgot about Druell, who's head hit the hard pavement, which was probably the factor which made her regain conscious with a quiet grunt and not the unexpected flood.

Trunks just stood there, with one hand behind his neck, the other still holding a huge bucket and an innocent smile plastered onto his face.

Nikki was too shocked to react and Goten groaned again when he looked at the demi-Saiyan. He knew that the blue-eyed boy did it on purpose and he didn't mean the whole idea of glutting them with water, but that goofy look he had, which remained him strongly and undoubtedly of his own father.

The short-haired girl finally regained the ability to speak, or rather to shout. "YOU LITTLE MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF...!!!"

But the demi-Saiyan took no notice of the squealing creature, but swiftly bent down and gently touched the face of the other girl, who by now had opened her face.

"Trunks?? I thought that you..."

"Shhhh..." He put a finger to her lips and smiled warmly making Goten open his mouth, then close it again and to repeat that action few times, until he started choking when the blood starting filling his mouth again.

Trunks set the bucket down and before anyone could stop him, he put his hands underneath Druell and easily lifted her into the air. Taking a step back, he looked deeply into her blue eyes, still smiling.

"You put her down...you...you monster!" But before Nikki managed to strike, Goten was already on his feet and grabbed the girl from behind, pulling her away from the other two.

Druell smiled shyly, when the amazingly blue eyes fastened onto hers, making her feel slightly dizzy... or maybe it was that pain in the back of her head? Never mind... She suddenly trembled when cold shivers ran up and down her body and she felt those strong hands pulling her even closer to the broad chest, his smile somehow turning into something very seductive...

"What the fuck?" Goten and Nikki said that in unison, as both were more than well aware of Trunks' true feeling for the blond girl and even Druell always knew that the blue-eyed boy didn't even tolerate her most of the time.

Druell shivered again and looked down. Seeing all her clothes drenched, raised her eyebrows in surprise. But before Trunks could explain anything to her, the blond beauty went nearly purple with embarrassment when she realized that her soaking shirt was plastered to her body in a way that left no space for imagination as to what her breasts might look like. Trunks followed her gaze and smiled insolently, making Druell go bright red this time, Goten gasp and Nikki grit her teeth in warning.

Not being able to laugh yet, Trunks just snorted briefly and looked at the other two, still locked up in a firm and probably uncomfortable, especially for the injured Goten, embrace.

"Sorry to interrupt, but how about we take these lovely ladies back home, eh?" Trunks voice sounded so sweet and innocent, that Goten expected him to bow mockingly in front of them any time now.

"Emmm, sure." He let go of Nikki, but still ready to seize her back if necessary.

The demi-Saiyan, with a mixture of yellow and red in his arms, stared at him strangely. "I hope that the panic was large enough and widespread, so that we won't meet anyone on our way..."

"Huh?" He turned his eyes to the place where Trunks was looking at and blushed slightly seeing only his boxers, but not realizing how badly he actually looked with that purple-red swelling spreading on one side of his torso. He also now vaguely felt the blood still trickling from his mouth and of course was completely unaware of the fact that it dripped onto the rest of his body, leaving sickening marks allover him. "Do you think anybody will notice?"

"No, of course not. With the closest river, lake or sea _only_ 200km away from this Kami forsaken city, everybody will think that you are just returning from a lovely day at the beach. So why the hell should anyone be surprised, eh? If they ask you about the bruises and your blood covered body, just say that you did some alligator wrestling while you were at it." Goten after quickly glancing at his body again, this time more carefully, wanted to remind the other demi-Saiyan, that he himself didn't look exactly fresh, but wasn't given the chance as Trunks wasn't finished yet. "Oh...and if the police does stop us, you can always say that you did a small show for the masses. If that still doesn't convince them, just tell them that it took place in front of the 'Heavenly Food' restaurant and trust me, they will know what show you are talking about. " A sarcastic grin twisted Trunks' handsome features, turning them into something quite repulsive. "Oh and don't forget to run the minute you say that, 'cause I doubt that Chichi's favorite hobby is making regular tours and visits to the local prison, since even her famous frying pans are no match for the penitentiary's walls...at least from what I heard..."

"Cut it out. It's not his fault..." Nikki made a step forward, clenched fists by her sides and Goten's hand on one of her shoulders.

"Of course not. Even despite his strange preferences and tastes for some even stranger things..." The two ice crystals fastened on the surprised Nikki. "From what I know, he doesn't have exhibitionist tendencies ... but then again... you are just so full of surprises today Goten." There goes that innocent smile again.

"Look who's talking..." Trunks just smiled cheekily at his friend's words.

"Well ok, you might have a point there dear Goten..." He shifted Druell slightly in his arms, not looking at her even once. "So I suggest that you stop provoking me and get a move on, as I currently ran out of original ideas of other possible ways of entertaining you guys..." He turned around and started walking briskly, suddenly a blank expression appearing on his face and eyes fixed to things ahead, ignoring Druell who stared at his face, totally hypnotized.

"Provoke you?! You cheeky, little imbecile...ahhh... Goten let me go! I'll show him what provoking means....and leave Druell alone you freak!"

Goten caught Nikki by the shoulders and now kept pulling her slightly back, making sure that she doesn't catch up with the two in front. He eventually hugged her in a way which prevented the furious girl from pulling free, but at the same didn't hurt her. He sighed when he realized that the day wasn't over yet or any close to it and that maaaaany things could still happen, especially with those unpredictable, unpleasant and tiresome mood-swings of Trunks.

*****

"Well, here we are." Trunks halted suddenly in front of small, white house, which was surrounded by dozens of other, identical ones. Actually, the whole street was filled with those toy-like buildings, a common sight in this part of the city - the place were most students rented rooms or sometimes, when a group of them gathered - even a whole house.

Even Trunks couldn't believe their luck - they have walked through half of the city and apart from some gawking humans and rather pathetic comments about their origin and sexual preferences... <Why is it, that every time those ningens see something which according to their narrow minds isn't normal... they always blame it on the way that something fucks...? Ok don't wanna know...> ...no one tried to stop them and the police in the entire city seemed to be on vacations. <Maybe they are just still dealing with that lil stampede I had caused earlier on...oh well at least they finally got something to do...> He also wondered how much time he had left before having to move out Capsule Corps. due to his rapidly increasing 'popularity' in this town.

"Wow, you've been here only once and you remembered not only the way, but actually _which_ one it is?" The blonde's eyes widened with awe.

"Awww...you must be something very special to him then..." Nikki's sarcastic voice made Druell blush and Trunks tried not to pull a face, instead he turned around to face the other two with faint smirk slowly unfolding on his lips.

Nikki was still being kept hold of by the demi-Saiyan, even though she didn't try anything on their way here, but only walked sulkily with folded arms and having no choice but to listen to Goten's constant jabber.

Goten saw the increasing anticipation on his friend's face and nudged Nikki to unlock the front door, before Trunks decided to kick them open. Nikki gave the raven-eyed boy a deadly look, but finally took out a key and headed for the door, passing on the way her friend, who had made herself very comfortable in the strong arms of her 'savior'.

*****

After few minutes, our lil gang entered the small house, which Nikki and Druell rented, together with another girl from their school, who at the moment was out.

Trunks straight away walked into the living room and gently placed his 'sweet' ballast, which wasn't necessary very happy about it, on the comfy couch. Having done that, he moved to the window and stared through it with his back to the rest.

Nikki with a sigh collapsed into one of the chairs and Goten, at first not sure what to do, eventually just stood halfway between the window and the couch.

There was long silence...

.... ok maybe apart from the quiet clicking, ticking and cracking - the unmistakable signs that there was heavy thinking taking place in that room.

Finally, Nikki looked up when she heard a muffled giggle and saw Druell covering her mouth with a cushion, whilst her eyes switched from different parts of Goten and Trunks... mainly Goten's ones.

The brown-haired girl also looked at the boys, who presented a rather pathetic sight, especially the ebony-haired one, who stopped staring intensely at Trunks' back and was now looking at Druell with a mixed expression.

"I'll get you some clothes... I have no idea how I'm going to find anything even close to your size, but..." Nikki raised from her armchair. "Oh Druell, please quit it."

"I..geheheh.. can't...heheheh...it's just so...hihihihi..." When one of the smaller cushions came crushing into her face, she finally regained some self-control. "Hey you didn't have to do that Nikki...but fine. I'm sorry. Emmm try Charlotte's room. Her boyfriend is a weight lifter and since he visits her sometimes at the most unusual times..." She winked at the other girl, who smiled in return. "Well I guess some of his clothes should be still laying around and I'm sure something would fit..."

"Where?"

"Try under the bed..."

Nikki left the room and went upstairs, leaving the silent three behind.

Trunks still stood motionlessly, as if deaf and blind to everything that was happening in that room. Goten and Druell just stared at each other, listening to the increasing cacophony from above their heads and finally the girl motioned him to sit down...anywhere... especially next to her...

"No thanx" Druell's eyes narrowed, which when seeing, Goten started to wave his hands. "Oh no... it's not that... it's just that I don't want to stain anything with blood."

"Too late for that, isn't it?"

They turned their heads and saw a green haired and eyed girl standing by the door, together with a rather impressing looking guy.

"Oh Charlotte, you back already? Good, good. Hi Mike, listen I borrowed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt which I think are yours." Nikki squeezed past the two and stopped halfway between Goten and the newly arrived couple. "Ignore the carpet, I'm sure blood comes out..." Goten looked down and saw with horror quickly increasing in size quite large spots of red on the white carpet.

"Cold water."

"Huh?" Nikki looked at the blonde, who was now calmly combing her long hair.

"Blood comes out with cold water."

"Oh yeah true...Thanx Druell...anyways... Mike would you mind if I lent these to...emmm Mike, Charlotte this is Goten...Goten this is..."

"Sure, you can't let that poor fellow walk into the streets basically naked. After all, we don't have any beaches anywhere close here..." The big fellow smiled and winked at the slowly blushing Goten and nobody seemed to hear that sudden snort, which came from the direction where the window was located.

"Yeah, but he can't wear them in that state...You should clean up first and oh my God..." The green female suddenly realized how serious that huge bruise could be. "...You definitely need to see a doctor and soon...very soon."

"Oh don't worry... it's only few broken ribs...nothing serious really..." Goten smiled sheepishly, whilst he gently patted his torso. He swallowed some of the metallic liquid in his mouth. "Well maybe just the perforated lungs..."

"WHAT?" The ningens shouted in unison.

"...might cause some problems, but it's nothing that a good sensu bean couldn't take care of, right Trunks?" The demi-Saiyan turned around to face his friend.

"I need a shower...And I need it now..." Before anybody could stop him, Trunks pushed open the window and jumping through it, took off to the absolute amazement and astonishment of the rest left in the room.

"Trunks...!" Goten made a move as if wanting to follow his friend, but stopped remembering how he looked.

"Emmm Nikki can I have those clothes? Nikki?" Goten walked up to the opened-mouth girl and gently shook her. "You're alright?"

Silence.

He looked around and saw that everyone's jaw had dropped. "Emmm.... NIKKI?!" His yell finally made the humans close their mouths and look at each other with shock and fear in their eyes.

"Did he... did he just fly off???"

Goten glanced at the bulky guy, who looked like he was about to piss his pants, then at the green girl who on the other hand was slowly sinking to the floor, a sure sing that she either will or already had fainted and finally at Druell who had ran up to the window, one hand stretched out as if trying to catch or call back Trunks.

The demi-Saiyan stood there having no idea what to do next. Should he follow Trunks or should he stay here and explain...no... _try_ to explain everything to these ningens?

He knew that he should stay, sort everything out and figure out a way of keeping these people from spreading the marvelous news that they just saw a live, flying man. <Kuso, why didn't I tell the girls before, that we aren't exactly humans?...> A Sigh <...Because they wouldn't have understood and Nikki would have never dated me...> Not mentioning the fact that he was not allowed to tell anyone that his dad is an alien, for his brother's and others' sake... and safety.

But he couldn't... he didn't have the guts or more like the strength, to face right now these people and their questions and anything else that they could come up with. He'll talk to Nikki later...and Druell too...and they'll explain everything to the other two... As if backing him up, his whole body trembled from the sudden wave of pain. <Besides I should go home while I still can...>

He spat out some blood onto the carpet, knowing that the rest wouldn't really notice it <or care as a matter of fact...> and reached for the clothes, which Nikki was still holding.

"Ehhh what? Goten?" Nikki looked at him, not knowing if she should be angry or scared.

He took the clothes, kissed the brown-eyed girl quickly on the lips and brushing her hair, he whispered, "I'll talk to you later daarin. I'll explain _everything_, but I really must go now... Just calm down the rest somehow and see if you can stop them from..."

"From talking too much, eh?" She smiled at him, making Goten the surprised one now. She kissed him back. "Fine, but just go now, before Mike decides to stop you for few, nice rounds of interrogation.."

Smiling back, he squeezed past the two still in the doorway and got out the house the human way, thinking that another 'superman' wasn't exactly what the four ningens needed right now.

And he never heard Druell's words when he was leaving - "My own blue angle...Oh I love you angle!"

*****

On the street, he quickly put on the clothes, all the time spiting out more and more blood. <Damn, it looks like the bleeding has increased>

When he finally lifted in the air with the intention to fly to the Capsule Corps., the repeating waves of pain told him that he should get home as soon as possible, while he still could manage it...

As he flew to his house somewhere in the wilderness, he thought that maybe he should have went to Trunks' house as it was much closer and surely Bulma could have helped him. But Bulma didn't have sensu beans and he doubted anything could help him right now...well at least as fast as he wanted. Vegeta was the only one at the Capsule Corps, who had some, but the demi-Saiyan knew that he wasn't home and surely neither Trunks or his mother knew where the Ouji kept them.

The only other person who also had some of those life-saving beans was his father, so he had no other choice but to fly home...

*****

He stumbled into the house, hoping and praying viciously that his mother wouldn't see him in this state. He heard her voice from upstairs and the demi-Saiyan guessed that she's probably on the phone...

"But Gohan you don't understand (...) Don't you speak in that tone of voice to me! (...) How dare you talk like that to your mother?!"

<Uh-oh... my poor brother, probably telling her _again_ not to come and visit him in the city> He chuckled, which nearly made him vomit straight onto the disgustingly clean floor. <Well, at least he doesn't have to speak to her face to face...>

He slowly walked towards the only place which was safe right now - the basement, which long time ago used to be his and Gohan's study room, but later they converted into their own recreation room when Chichi decided that the two rascals just couldn't study together. When his brother moved out, he stopped coming here and now it just provided perfect shelter when it was too hot outside for any one who needed it i.e. no one.

"GOHAN! (...) I don't care what you think or say. I'm coming to the city next week... (...) WHAT?! Fine, I'm coming today! (...) ... so you better be there..!"

<Serves him right for escaping this damn house and leaving me all alone with that...ehem our mother...he knew perfectly well that all by myself, I have no chance with her...and noooo...dad doesn't count, as he never has a say in anything anyways...> He heard his mother slam down the phone and head for the stairs.

<Kuso!> He lunged forward and opened the basement door with such force that he nearly lost his balance, which would have probably resulted in an impressive display of the most lethal way to tumble down the steps. He ran downstairs as quickly and quietly as he could and stood at the bottom, listening with pounding heart if Chichi had heard him.

"Hey Goten!"

The demi-Saiyan nearly died from a heart attack right then, but somehow managed to stay relatively calm and slowly turn around. In the middle of the room, behind the small, round table sat his dad, smiling that goofy smile of his. Next to him sat the Prince of all imbeciles - that was the name given to Vegeta by... his own son, well one of many and this one being the least vulgar and insulting one. Yep, Trunks really has changed lately...

"Emmm hi dad... hi Vegeta." He made a step forward, but when everything suddenly whirled and jumped, he decided to sit down on the stairs, at least until the dizziness passed. "Let me guess... either it's too hot for you guys outside or... like any creature with survival instincts, you are just hiding from my mother's wrath, which is undoubtedly due to follow her conversation with Gohan...like always..."

"I don't need to hide from anyone, baka, yet alone some onna." Vegeta scowled and for a second Goten saw Trunks' face instead of the prince's one <Damn, it used to be the other way round...> He wondered what his friend was up to right now...

Both of the Saiyans smelled the strong scent of blood, but neither could see clearly where it came from and only suspected, as Goten was sitting in the shadows, since the light on the stairs has been broken for years.

"Goten, are you ok?" Goku raised slightly to better see his son.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe anymore, well only slightly. "Yeah d...ad, I'm fi...ne, rea...lly."
Why the hell isn't he asking for the sensu beans? He knows he needs it _now_ <It's Vegeta... I can't show my weakness in front of Vegeta... even if doesn't care...>

"Come over here brat."

"Vegeta?" Goku looked at the other man, who got up and walked around the table.

"Emmm...why?" The demi-Saiyan looked up and met the Ouji's piercing gaze. Each breath was becoming more and more painful.

"Do as I say urchin."

<Uh-oh... Vegeta's vocabulary is expanding... don't know if I should be pleased or not...actually I don't really enjoy the idea of few dozens new insults>

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Goku switched his look between the prince and the dark patch on the stairs which represented his son.

"Don't know yet, but we'll find out, if that whipster of yours manages to move his ass here."

<Here it comes...> Goten somehow managed to get up and make few steps forward into the light making his father grunt slightly and the Ouji... well it was something in-between a scowl and a smirk.

"Gees Goten, what happened to you??" Goku also raised, but stood where he was.

"Well...I..." He looked at the floor, thinking of what to say.

Vegeta snorted, folding his arms and a wild smirk crawling up his lips.

"Let me guess..." The prince mocked perfectly the demi-Saiyan's voice. "Either my brat got his hands on you... or...well there isn't any 'or' here." His eyebrow raised questioningly, but he only waited for the shameful admittance of the truth rather than an answer that he already knew.

He felt his father's stare and that taunting look of the other Saiyan, who had moved closer to him. But before he managed to say anything, a wave of nausea hit him and unable to stop himself, he vomited onto the floor, mainly blood and some of it actually reached Vegeta's boots. But he didn't care much, even if the prince kicked him in the face right then.

The swirling room eventually made him collapse to his knees.

"Goten!" Goku dashed up to his son, but was stopped by Vegeta's hand.

"Wait." He ignored the Saiyan's annoyed look and the state of his own shoes. "Take off your shirt."

".........w.....wh....why?" He didn't dare to open his eyes, incase everything would start to spin again.

But Vegeta didn't answer, only reached down and pulled the blood-stained shirt off with one jerk, leaving only shreds in his hand, which he just dropped to the floor.

Goku stood more or less patiently, watching what Vegeta was doing. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the massive, ugly-looking bruise.

The demi-Saiyan grunted loudly, when the Ouji pressed his fingers against the sore spot. He grasped harder and harder for air... with no effect.

"Broken." Vegeta kept inspecting the boy's torso and Goten suspected that he was doing it on purpose... just to make him suffer more. "Strange. Those ribs should have pierced the skin long time ago..." He grabbed Goten's jaw and pulled it up, looking closely at the still quickly trickling blood from the boy's mouth.

"!!!" He opened his eyes only to see four black lakes dance before his face. He suddenly realized that he knows how a fish feels when it's pulled out of the water and left on the ground...

<!!!> He couldn't breathe!! <..........>

"You better get some sensu beans. The bones have punctured one of the lungs and the internal bleeding is at its worst stage." He still didn't let go of the boy's chin, staring at jet black eyes, which eventually shut, with a grimace of agony twisting his face.

"How do you know?" Goku kneeled next to his son, not touching him in case he caused him more pain and ignoring the fact that most of the surrounding ground is covered with gore.

"By the blood. It's thick and very dark. He probably lost loads of it anyhow." He finally released the chin and straightened up. "Hn. I'm surprised he managed to fly here and even more surprised that he's actually still breathing."

But as Vegeta said those words, he realized he was wrong... As the demi-Saiyan's head lolled back and he fell into his father's arms, he saw it - the abnormal colors slowly creeping into the boy's face. His lips were already blue and the face which until now was only slightly white, now turned a sickening ashen.

"Kakarrot, get out of the way." The prince rapidly squatted by the two on the floor, splashing even more blood onto himself

"What?"

"Put him down." Goku stared at the angry face of the other man. "Stop hugging him and just put that brat on the floor..."

"But..." He looked at the floor, now completely red.

"Baka! Ignore that fucking blood, he's entirely covered in it anyhow..." When Goku still didn't react, he brutally pushed him away, taking the limp body out of his arms first. "You moron... can't you see that he's suffocating?!" He put his hand to the boy's lips. "Kuso..."

Goku gawked at the Ouji's stiffened face. "Vegeta...?"

"..." He pressed his hands against the motionless chest, but after applying some pressure he changed his mind... instead of helping he would probably only break more ribs. He turned the boy to his side, so that he wouldn't choke on his own vomit... <As if that's going to make a difference now...> "Get those damn sensu beans...now Kakarrot!"

"He's not breathing, right?" Goku's voice trembled slightly, color draining from his face.

"NOW I SAID!" He looked up and saw the demi-Saiyan staring absentmindedly at his son, totally frozen... did he see it right...was it fear? Was this baka frozen with fear? "What the fuck?" <What's going on here? What's wrong with this moron..?>

Goku jumped up when the iron fist landed on his ear and looked at Vegeta with a very strange look, which gave everything away.

"Let me guess...You don't have them?!" But he didn't have to wait for the answer, it was obvious enough.

"I...I...We...the fights...then...I...and..." The large Saiyan just stood there, his pants covered in the blood of his dear son. Finally, with a heart breaking sigh, he managed to talk some sense. "All those sparrings we had lately... I admit, you gave me real hard time..." He tried to smile, but instead he winced. "I just thought I won't need them right now, so... nearly each time after we had finished, I just ate one of them in order to be fit for the next session with you."

Vegeta felt cruel satisfaction, when he heard his rival finally admit that he wasn't coping and that he had to support himself with the beans. But then again... He remembered all those times when he came home after training with Kakarrot and... couldn't get up from the bed for few good hours and... just how much it cost him to regain his energy... <But _I_ never took those damn beans!>

"How was I supposed to know that...that this would happen?!" His voice trembled again and the prince saw authentic fear in the eyes of the great warrior - a very, very rare sight... but he didn't have time now to feel pleased or rejoice.

Right now he had to save this brat or otherwise... Well, he didn't care much what would happen, but things might complicate since they didn't have the Dragon Balls anymore and thus if that kid died...well, he might not have another chance to triumph, especially now when he knew the truth...

"...Vegeta??"

The prince snapped out of his thoughts. He knew very well what to do now, BUT...

"I have some..." He whispered those words, fully aware of what might happen next...

"What?" Goku leaned over slightly, as he didn't hear what the other Saiyan said.

"I said that... I HAVE THOSE FREAKING BEANS!" The Ouji might have sounded angry and yes he was, very even, but not at the baka, but...

The larger Saiyan grabbed the prince firmly and pulled him to his feet. Not letting go of his shoulders, he nearly shouted into Vegeta's face, "WHERE?! Vegeta tell me where...!!! Give them to me! I NEED THEM!!!"

With one, swift move, he got himself free from the strong grip and pushed away the other Saiyan, nearly making him trip over the stone-still body on the floor.

"At my house..." He was staring at the floor, feeling an iron ring clasping around his throat...

"Then go and get them! Kami, Vegeta get a move on!" But then Goku realized something, that the Ouji had known from the very beginning...He just had to make sure. "How much time is there left?"

"Practically none... maybe twelve or fifteen minutes..." His voice was pure ice, but inside everything was trembling, nearly shaking now...

"You can't go then, you won't make it... Only I know how to teleportate..." He grabbed the smaller man again and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Where?"

<Kuso, why didn't I tell him that there were still thirty minutes left? He would have never realized why we didn't manage to save that urchin of his. Oh why? Now he'll find it... Damn it!>

"Vegeta, tell me now!"

He sighed. He had no choice... now he didn't... If he doesn't tell him, Kakarrot will never look at him again...

"In my room... Above the bed... " He saw Goku's eyebrows rise. Even if he was there only once, he knew that there wasn't anything above Ouji's bed. Another sigh. " There is a hidden... it's a kind of safe... You need to press hard against a certain spot to open it..." He hesitated.

Goku smiled inwardly. He always suspected that Vegeta had some personal belongings and other such stuff, but that he never wanted anybody to know about it. He knew that the prince was too proud to show that he too can get attached to something. <My poor little Ouji.. Now I know why is it so hard for you to tell me where you keep those sensu beans... After all I'm your rival... even if you are the only one who thinks so...>

"Which spot?"

"I would have to show you...Damn... Just use your intuition or whatever you call it. If it supposedly works for other things, then it should work here too..." <This is it. No returning. He'll see it and...and what? Will he laugh at me? Will he be angry? Or maybe he'll just never talk to me again... Fine. See if I care...> He looked at the unconscious figure and actually wished that he would be already dead. <You are not worth it brat, but since things turned out the way they are... you are going to pay dearly for this. Trust me, you are... and that's the only reason why I'm going let your father save you...> "They are behind the metal box... you have to stretch your hand hard to reach them.."

"Thanx Vegeta..." Goku put two of his fingers to his head.

"Wait!" "Just be careful with that box ok? And I mean _very_ careful..."

Goku smiled, even if he didn't know how he could still manage it. "Don't worry..."

And then he was gone...

"Great..." Vegeta felt panic nearly strangling him with that iron hoop. "_Maybe_ that imbecile will be too worried about that stupid box and never notice _it_?" He sat down on the table and looked at the boy, now basically blue, wondering if his heart was still beating. "Or maybe not..."

THE END

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[to be continued...somewhere, somehow]