Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ Unsettling ( Chapter 6 )

Shielding my eyes, I hear Kakarrotto drop my clothes on something soft. It's not the floor then…

After a moment of letting my eyes adjust, I take my hand away and look around. Kakarrotto is standing next to a bed and my clothes are laying on said bed. The room is… very very bright. It looks fairly modern, I suppose. I was expecting wooden floors and walls. But the walls are white plaster, and the carpet is plush and a dark green color. At least something about this room is dark colored. The windows are a pair of sliding glass doors that almost take up the entire wall. So, that's where the light's coming from…

"This can be your room for now Vegeta," he says, still with a happy tone in his voice. He sounds genuinely glad that I'm here.

"Ah… thanks…" I say quietly. I'm overcome again with a sudden bout of uncertainty.

"No problem!" he chirps. He starts to lead me on a tour of the house.

"Over here is the bathroom, and the kitchen's this way, the room with the television in it is across the hall, and the laundry room is at the very end of the hall!"

It doesn't have very many rooms… but they're all fairly large rooms by themselves. I look out of a window and come to the conclusion that we're in a Capsule house in the middle of a secluded forest. How like him.

I'm trying not to say anything about the piles of dirty dishes and the clothing scattered everywhere. The man obviously knows nothing about how to take care of himself properly. Though I suppose he doesn't need to. He's lived by himself for awhile now, hasn't he? And he apparently doesn't mind the mess much…

"Ah! I'm so stupid!" he exclaims, snapping me out of my observations. He's got one hand slapped against his forehead and is berating himself about something or another.

"Stay here, okay `Geta? I'll be right back!"

So he obviously trusts me enough to let me stay in a room by myself. We had been in the living room when he walked out. It had a large plush looking couch and a table and a television. Not much else.

Sighing, I sit down on the edge of the couch and search amidst the piles of dirty dishes for the remote controller for the blasted television. Finding it, I flick the television on and cautiously lean back onto the couch.

I don't like plush, soft things. They make me nervous.

Flicking through the various channels idly, I fail to notice a sneaking presence behind me. Without warning, I find myself pressed into the couch from behind, and I panic, thinking that perhaps the couch has decided to absorb me into its soft cushions and I'll never again see the light of day.

"Geez Vegeta, you squeal like a girl!" he laughs when I whirl around angrily to find him there, laughing, but still with his arms around my shoulders.

I'm doing my best to ignore the tingling that starts in said shoulders and travels throughout my body.

Giggling (I'm tempted to tell him that he sounds more like a girl than any squeal that came forth from my lips), he picks me up under the arms and starts carrying me off somewhere.

"Damn it! Stop carrying me around! I can walk by myself!" I snap. Good. Some of my old fire is coming back, I suppose. But maybe that isn't good? Maybe Kakarrotto doesn't like his pets fiery. Maybe I should squelch it some more. He probably wants me to act like before, so he can curl around me and purr. He seemed to like that. Truthfully, I didn't mind it so much either.

He sets me on the ground so I can stand on my own. I gape at him, surprised. And he just stands there, smiling, and takes my hand and leads me to wherever he was going before.

Ah, now I can smell it! He's attempted to cook something, I think. As he leads me into the kitchen, it's confirmed. He attempted to cook something.

Though at this point, the roasted, if slightly charred, wolf carcass looks downright appetizing. He pushes me gently toward it and motions for me to help myself. I look at him questioningly. He's not going to eat? He's just going to watch?

He nods and motions again. Shrugging it off, I tear into it and eat with as much grace as I can. I have no utensils after all. The body had just been slapped down onto the table after being roasted, and it's not so bad really. I haven't eaten since breakfast that morning, and it was getting near dusk after all… I freeze suddenly, the meat forgotten even though my stomach still snarls at me for it.

He nodded. He nodded when I thought a question!

I turn to look at him. He's still standing at the doorway, watching me. There's something different in the way he's looking at me. There's that protectiveness, yes, but there's something else I can't figure out! My eyes widen and I can feel my pupils dilate when I realize it.

He entered my mind. He destroyed the thing in my mind with affection. He knew when to let go, knew when to hold me still, when I was going to fall, knew my questions before I asked them, knew when he hurt me and apologized before I could even look hurt, everything! He… what did he do?!

He looks at me quizzically. I can feel it now. He's sending waves of confusion and nervousness at me, unintentionally. He doesn't understand why I stopped eating, or why he can feel the emotional waves of panic begin to pour out from me. He wants to step forward, but he doesn't, waiting for my first move.

But I can't move. I'm stuck at gaping stupidly at him. He didn't… he couldn't, could he? But when did…

Tilting his head to one side in a confused gesture, he sends a sort-of thought to me in the form of a question. A silent equivalent to "What's wrong?"

"Y-y-you…" I stutter. I'm shaking again and this time he moves forward, ready to catch me if my legs collapse.

"You've bonded yourself to me!" I screech, somewhat hysterically, before my eyes roll up into the back of my head and I faint.