Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thrown Away ❯ TA<>5 ( Chapter 5 )

*sniffles* I miss Greg-kun… I haven't talked to him all week…dang babysitting…

new words:

Hijo-what? (think nani)

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After five hours and limited success, Suteru left and decided that a night walking the streets wouldn't be bad. He took in the sights, avoiding drunks and alleys alike, resisting the urge to rest in one of the dark spaces. His exhaustion was bearing down, slowing his steps and numbing his mind. Leaning tiredly against the storefront he let his eyes drift shut, trying valiantly to stay standing. His efforts came to nothing as he slid down the glass picture window, asleep before he was on the ground.

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"Hey, hey pal, get up. You okay? Had a few too many drinks, eh?" The man jostled the near-comatose Saiyajin harder, struggling to wake him. He smiled in victory when Suteru rolled onto his back, moving his head back and forth and slowly blinking his eyes open. His smile faded when he took in the man's features.

"Hijo?" Suteru murmured to the man, staring blearily at him.

"Well, my name isn't Joe, but…Kami you look like Vegeta," he mumbled in disbelief. Suteru seemed to come more awake at the familiar name, and the stranger helped him to his feet. They walked down the street, the stranger supporting the young Saiyajin with an arm around his waist. "Odd that you have nearly no energy…you look so…" He trailed off, his cautiousness about alerting fellow Chikyuu-jin to the aliens among them stopping him from finishing his sentence. You look so Saiyajin, he'd wanted to say.

"Well, you can stay in my place tonight…I'll sleep on the couch I guess. Tomorrow I'll call a friend of mine…" He looked at his odd companion again. "Actually, I think I'll call him when I get home, while you rest, how's that sound? I figured you'd like that," he added when Suteru only blinked at him emptily.

Twenty minutes later saw Suteru nestled sleepily into his helper's bed, while the stranger went into another room. Too tired to really care what the weak Chikyuu-jin might attempt while he was unconscious, he drifted off to sleep, his body still struggling to adapt to his unbearably low ki. A man's voice drifteed in from the other room, unnoticeed by the sleeping Saiyajin.

"Hey, Goku. It's Yamcha. I'm sorry to wake you but…"

(Thank you Saiyasith!)

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"I don't even know why I tried waking him up, I usually don't mess with the drunks and druggies asleep on the street. But he just seemed, unnatural. And now that I know he's Saiyajin, I don't know what to make of him. Why doesn't he have a ki?" Yamcha pointed out helplessly to a now alert Goku.

"He's got the tail, and he looks just like Vegeta…they could be brothers or something. His energy level puzzles me too. He could have forced it down to avoid notice but, Kami, if I lowered my ki that much, I think I would just die. Only an inexperienced warrior would lower his power level so much… We need to wake him up and get him to power up a bit. Or maybe I can give him a little boost…" Placing his open palms on Suteru's chest, Goku filtered a small amount of energy into the Saiyajin, and his eyes jolted open at the newfound energy. He focused on Goku and sat straight up in bed, eyes wide in shock.

"Kakarott!" He accused, and the object of Suteru's attention only laughed awkwardly.

"Gee, it seems everybody knows my name." Yamcha rolled his eyes, and Suteru continued staring. Goku nodded to the bed-ridden man, who had been going-on in his own language for a few moments.

"Whoa, slow down there, pal, you're not making sense," Yamcha soothed, quieting the ignorant Saiyajin.

"Kakarott," he continued in a calmer voice, "I want…talk to you. Vegeta said?" At Goku's uncomprehending stare, Suteru pulled a tiny video screen from his pocket. Pressing some invisible button on the screen, a still-frame came up of Vegeta right before his death, tears coursing down his cheeks and mouth half-open in some inaudible word. He pointed to Vegeta, "He says?"

"Oh I get it," Goku nodded, smiling a bit. "But I don't think you would understand if I told you…you don't seem to have a very good grasp of our language. Why don't you ask Vegeta yourself?" Suteru eyed him quizzically, and you could almost hear the gears grinding in his head as he tried to process what Goku had said.

"Vegeta will come here, ok?" Goku asked, starting to turn to leave?

"But dead!" Suteru noted, looking questioningly at his fellow Saiyajin. His tail had worked it's way out from under the covers and was now curled into a loose question mark behind his back.

"He will tell you," Goku reassured, leaping from Yamcha's open window. Suteru shot out of bed with an alarmed look and followed Goku out the window. He caught up quickly, silently thankful that the Legendary wasn't going full speed. Goku acknowledged his presence with a simple nod, not looking around as he sped towards Capsule Corp..

The complex came into sight quickly, large tan domes sprawled across acres of land. Goku landed softly in front of one building and gestured towards the door. Suteru took the hint and waited while his companion flew back the way he had come.

Still incredulous that Vegeta would be inside, Suteru walked up to the front door and pressed a small button near the knob, his ears picking up the resounding chime within.

He waited patiently as footsteps neared, his mind wondering who was coming to greet him; those certainly weren't Vegeta's footfalls.

A shapely woman with bright blue hair and shining eyes of the same color pulled the door open, murmuring a polite, "Yes?" She looked him over, noting with surprise his tail, hanging down and curled at the tip to keep from touching the ground. "Who are you?" She questioned, though her voice shook somewhat.

He only shook his head and asked his own question. "Is Vegeta here?"

"H-hai," she murmured and led him inside. Five winding hallways and three minutes later found them in her lab and in front of a large control panel. A bit wary of her intentions, suteru stood of to the side as she conjured up a screen of Vegeta training.

"Vegeta, a visitor for you." She informed him, and he glared petulantly at her.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Stupid female…" She only glared back, raising a small fist in exasperation.

"You really need to get in here Vegeta. I've never seen this guy before, but he's gota tail and he's looking for you, so I think you'd better get your idiotic butt in here!" She cut the link before he could answer, but he was banging on the locked lab door within seconds. She smirked and lazily strolled to the door, pushing the button to open it with a slow finger. Vegeta didn't even look at her; instead he scanned the room for his visitor, eyes settling on Suteru.

"You."

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Until next chapter. Don't ya just hate me?