Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bouncer ❯ Just Who Was That? ( Chapter 2 )

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The Bouncer
Just Who Was That?

R: Language

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Goku awoke with a splitting headache after passing out the night before, he could feel the dried blood over his face but only the headache, which was ripping a hole
through his head did. Goku only rolled off the sofa groaning as the floor wasn't any better. He dug his hands into the ground as he pushed himself up. He stumbled a
few steps before holding himself steady with a table. His vision was blurry, sleep and vodka always did this to him, but he didn't mind so long as he never remember
his past life. Bright light streamed around the room as he tried to focus as the sun forced him to squint.

" Fucking sun..." Goku snarled. " Just once why don't you ever not come up, let me pass out forever in this pile of shit." His voice was deep and he truly meant his
words. Just once to have the sun never rise, not to have the bright daylight awaken him, just too slip into a dark abyss and never return that was his life's dream. A
fruitless one but he never bothered to care about bigger things. Humanity was driven by lust and greed, nothing perfect existed, his life, everyone's life it was all just a
huge waste of fucking space. He spat, angrily wiping the crusty blood from his face.

Finally his vision came back as he saw the poorly scribbled note on the table. He had wrote it with a marker lying on the table and he didn't really care. " Liquor and a
new job. What a great way to start this beautiful fucking day!" He said in a high voice, sarcasm and and anger laced through every word. He would sooner kill
someone before ever saying a beautiful day meaning it.

He threw on the clothes scattered about his room not caring of the smell, after all he was used to it. Alcohol, cigarettes, cheap cologne, and perfume were nothing
new in his life. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He locked his door and headed down the stairs. He reached into his pants pulling out his paycheck
from the strip club he worked in. A measly 400 bucks in cash. He pulled out a fifty and tossed it over to the manger of this run down hotel. " Okay your rents paid for
the month Goku." He mumbled putting it in the register. He put the envelope back in his pants. He just dared some thieves to take it, nothing wrong when someone
steals your money and you break every bone in their hand. He grinned maliciously when he remembered the poor fool.

He bumped into him apologizing for it but Goku knew you never bump into anyone looking at them. He felt his envelope move from his waist and he whirled around
grabbing his hand. The clear white envelope filled with cash for all too see. " Sorry pickpocket but you picked the wrong person today!" Goku laughed before kicking
the little shit into ground. Goku's steel tipped boot smashed his hand and Goku grinned seeing the pain across the would be thief's face. He screamed as Goku dug it
in. People only gasped as Goku tortured him until the police showed up.

Goku only raised his hands innocently claiming that he had been pick pocketed and the man refused to give it back so he took civilian actions. Everyone around saw
what had just happened and agreed with his story, not a one daring enough to piss him off. The cops simply took the thief away as Goku grinned the entire time. He
wouldn't mind doing that again.

Goku headed out into the daylight and over to the parking lot where his bike was. He could see the kids running around foolishly in the streets, the teenagers standing
on the steps to other homes, fresh blunts, cigarettes and the occasional snort of crack was common as Goku straddled the seat of his bike. He put on his helmet and
turned on the ignition. He gunned the throttle and kicked up his stand. He gunned it off down the street without a look back. The streetlights didn't matter, green,
yellow, or red none held any meaning. He just blurred through everything at about seventy miles an hour. Squeezing between cars, ducking by big rigs, flipping off
police cars it was all the same.

He rode around without real thought simply scanning for help wanted signs. Today was not a good day as he found none that suited his interest. He stopped in a
nearby gas station to fill his bike up and pick up some liquor. He put the nozzle in his tank and let it fill up. He sat by the side, leaning up against the nearby pole until
the pop of the machine told him it was full. He pulled it out and stuck it back in the pump, he then turned and headed inside. He went right to the back picking up his
usual brand of vodka. He strode over to the teller and placed the bottle on the counter and pointed to pump number 2 where his bike waited.

The ditzy brunette working the register looked up from her magazine as Goku pointed to his bike. She blew her bubble gum and pressed the register to ring up the
price. " Okay that's 25.07." she said chewing her gum as Goku pulled out the money from his pants and dropped a fifty on the counter.

Goku saw her stare at his envelope of cash and the usual question came to mind. " That's a lot of money there. What you some kind of drug dealer?" Of course she
laughed about it but Goku only glared and showed the back of his jacket. Where in white letters the word Bouncer was stripped across.

" A bouncer huh? You look too cute to be one but what ever suites you." She said completely oblivious that Goku was glaring death at her. ' Cute!? Where does this
little bitch get off saying that! I am not fucking cute!' He growled in his head as she handed him his change. He took it and dropped it into his envelope.

" You probably work at that new bar don't yah?" She said reaching back for her magazine but her question caught his interest.

" No I do not, but where is this new bar you said?" He said calmly as the brunette looked up surprised that he spoke. " I can speak you know now drop the stupid
look and tell me where this bar is." He said narrowing his eyes and she simply pointed down the road. Goku looked and saw the remolded bar, obviously this was the
place he could get a job. And by the looks of it definitely held some major wealth even from this distance.

Goku only walked out with his vodka setting it on holster for the side of his bike. He didn't waste another second before gunning it down the street, no care or
concern for himself, just to either die or get the thrill. Neither one mattered really in his mind as he ran over the curb gunning it down the sidewalk. People scrambled
to get out of his way as he shifted up, and then let his turbo turn on. The bike roared like a jet engine flying down the sidewalk and then quickly diving back into the
street nearly wiping out on the pavement but he held it. He continued flying between cars and pulling off one of his preferred stunts. Goku did a no hander stretching
his arms to the side. The bike rode straight as only his legs were touching. Goku raised both of his feet on the top of the seat and doing a copy of Indian Larry ( Just
like to point out he's the only who i've seen do this. And is one the greatest chopper makers around. I gotta give my respect to him.) Standing firm with arms stretched
out people looked to the street as the bike itself went down the road with Goku literally standing on top of it. He reached the end of the street holding the stunt for
about a whole block then dropping back down on the seat and skidded to halt in the parking lot. Those who were watching the stunt applauded and whistled as
Goku parked his bike and got off.

The helmet sat on the end of his bike as he took in the fresh new sight. Much larger then any other bar he had been in. It was about 5 stories tall, towering over most
of the buildings nearby but even without that the sight surrounding it was much more than a shit hole. They had a rolling hills with stone steps ramping upwards, they
had a garden around the front though it wasn't of flowers. Mainly trees and blooming shrubs, Goku only cracked his neck as he walked up to the door. He opened it
up and the sight inside was even more surprising.

It wasn't a wood based bar, not with tables and ash trays lining every crevice around. It was much more up to date with the technology, the tables and chairs were
new or imported as made out of plastic and able to raise and lower at the customers leisure. The bar didn't hold just lines of bottles and a single bartender mixing and
pouring drinks. Fiber optics and a lightshow were around the bartenders which were actually entertaining the drinkers. Tricks and spins with the bottles along the tops
and to each other they were just awing the crowd. The air itself was clear as the lights above dimmed into a light blue allowing a mixed feel of wonder about this place, but Goku found none of it appealing. More or less surprising, he could note off to the side tables set up for roulette which was currently in play, another for
blackjack. And about another dozen slot machines lined up. A few were occupied but he didn't care about that. His eyes spied the manager's office which stood out
with a white light near the doorway.

He walked along the lines hearing the band take stage, he noticed other things on the stage as well. A grand piano, and many, many instruments. He only continued on
past the long rows of tables and chairs. Though as he looked up three more levels of dining as well as other things were above him. He stopped at the door and raised
his hand to knock but he could feel eyes on him. No longer did the dark blue lighting hide him but he was in open air. Those around only looked up at his spiky hair
and leather jacket. He snorted and knocked on the door.

He waited and got no answer, he knocked again and then he heard some shuffling of paper. " Sure come in." He heard as he grabbed the door handle. He opened it
up and walked inside, a young man sat in a chair writing on paper. Goku took a few steps in, the dark treads of his boots leaving a deep and heavy thud as he walked
across the floor.

Goku stopped, standing behind one of the chairs as the man finished writing, setting his pencil down he looked up and saw Goku. " Umm.... yes can I help you sir?"
He said and Goku watched him swallow the lump in his throat.

" Yes I was wondering if you had a job opening for a bouncer?" Goku said taking a seat. Goku smirked as he saw the man shift uncomfortably. He knew he was
imposing but this man seemed afraid.

" W-We.. May sir but i'll have to check." He stuttered grabbing his phone shakily. He pressed a button and Goku waited as he heard the phone buzz. The a pick up
on the other line. " Yes umm sir we have a man wishing to apply for the position of a bouncer........ Yes he looks very qualified........ No I don't know that sir, I called
to make sure the position was open....... Yes.....Yes.... Okay thank-you." He said and put the receiver down and looked up at Goku. " Alright all we need is a form
with all of the necessary things and your going to be hired. The man grabbed a clipboard and shuffled through some papers on his desk then handed them both up to
Goku.

He snatched it in his hand grabbing a pen on the edge of his desk. He filled out all of the information though he lied about some of it. ' Prior offences.... i've been
almost arrested fifteen times for assault but I guess that doesn't count. Not like they need to know that.'

Living Family: ' I don't need them! All of them are just worthless.' His brother was just some fancy high paid corporate lawyer and his dad..... " Fuck them..." He
snarled angrily making the man behind the desk jump with the viciousness in his voice. ' None of them came to anything I did, not like they gave a fuck as it was.' He
growled again. He could feel the lines on his face tighten as he thought about his 'great family'. The only one who actually cared about him was his mother, though she
died after giving birth but she held him one time before they took him away. All of his pain from his father was because she died of internal bleeding during the
delivery. ' Im sorry mom.' He thought as the bitter taste of knowing every moment of his life had also killed his own mother. He had desperately tried to get attention,
to prove that he wasn't worthless and that his mom could rest easy. But his father never cared, only blaming him for her death.

Goku only continued to write down the information though he was seething inside with pent up anger. He needed a drink. He handed the clipboard back though he
had but a good crack in the back of it as his grip tightened unbeknownst to him. " Okay thank you Mr.. Son." He read the name off the top and then rummaged through his desk again. He handed Goku a key and a piece of paper. " This is relatively simple on your schedule and judging by your appearance we won't need you on the regular days." Goku glared at him as he spoke but the man only continued though but loosening the tie around his neck.

In front of him held a piece of paper, it was a simple system. He got it but the man didn't seem to notice. " Only on these day's and on these rare ones will we need
your services." That left Goku only working about 3 days a week. Not nearly enough to live off of by a bouncer's wage. " Your pay as you probably know will be
standard on the regular days and a weekly bonus is given so long as the club has no bad rep from its customer's or media. So its really a worth 5 days." Goku cocked
his head. ' Well maybe not.' He thought.

" But on these rare days we will have some very important guests and all bouncers are required to be here. And your pay will be worth three times if you keep this
place from getting to rowdy. So in basic terms you'll be making close to fifty bucks an hour on those rare days and the regular sixteen on others not counting
bonuses." The man sat back as Goku smirked.

" Well you start work this thursday, be on time please Mr.. Son." The man said as Goku only snorted and got up from the chair. He grabbed the scrap of paper as he
headed out the door. He walked outside, and as he looked up he saw a woman walk inside the entrance. She turned and looked directly at Goku and his eyes
blinked as he looked at her. She had long dark hair that had a bandana around the top but left it to hang around her shoulders, a very built body for a woman though
it had its curves. But the tight fitting leather jacket and pants made him raise an eyebrow. Even her black boots were strapped up tightly, seemingly a deadly beauty
but beyond that, she had a pair of dark black sunglasses that concealed her eyes. He shook his head though and walked past, though as they passed the corner of
their eyes looked at each other.

" Keep dreaming you spiky haired kid your out of your league!" Goku heard her snort as he walked past. And Goku turned on his heel, his eyes darkening.

" I heard you say something bitch? Or was that just your ass begin to be whipped into the ground!" Goku spat as the woman stopped herself. She turned around and
lowered the rims of her glasses to look at Goku. She smirked herself which made Goku's own mouth form into a scowl. No one ever dared to make fun of him!
Though the crowd around him stopped to look as did the other bouncers at the scene Goku had caused.

" You got some nerve here you spiky haired punk! You don't know who I am do you?" The woman said tossing her leather jacket on a table revealing a tight black
leather tank top. " Though your pretty stupid to pick a fight with me." She cracked her knuckles as Goku laughed.

" Then I guess we should get aquatinted shouldn't we?" Goku unzipped the front of his jacket and dropped it on the table then ripped the front of his shirt off revealing
his bulky body. The shirt hadn't been washed in a few days anyway, nor did he need it anymore. " Though I guess I should take it easy being a little girl, I wouldn't
want you to break a nail." Goku mocked as he saw her own eyes fire up. " What did I hit a nerve bitch?" He snickered as Chi-Chi moved her feet ready to fight.
Goku knew a lot of styles of fighting and this one was no different.

She charged him surprisingly quickly as her fist went for his chest. Goku ducked and went to kick her legs but she jumped into the air at the last moment and drove a
kick into Goku's face. He rolled backward as he felt blood drip from the side of his face where the imprint of her boot was. He got to his feet and spat. " Well I am
not going to have to take it easy will I?" Goku snorted and made his own charge. The bouncers moved in to stop him but he flipped over them and caught the
woman's defenses down. He punched through the her arms and connected with her stomach. She stumbled backwards as the other bouncers surrounded Goku. "
Don't bother I am leaving anyway, she's not in my league." Goku laughed grabbing his black leather jacket and walked outside. He threw on his jacket as he fired up his bike letting the throttle go he turned towards the street strapping his helmet on he blared off to his run down shithole. The cool air across his chest felt good as the sun began to set as he blared down the road.

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Well im still trying to really get the feel of this, hope you people are enjoying this.