Reincarnation

Chapter 20: Secrets and Sorrows

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The first thing Goku woke up to was the overpowering smell of antiseptic in the room. He scrunched up his nose and shook his head a bit, the scent making him feel light-headed. Muffled voices spoke nearby, but he didn't know where they were coming from.

". . . awake . . . a doctor, or . . ." The taller male forcefully pried one of his eyes open and looked around hazily. There was a group of people around him, their blurry figures slowly becoming clear to him. Yamcha, Tien, and Chichi. What was going on again?

Goku tried to sit up and winced immediately. His side felt like something was being jabbed in there, and his head was throbbing immensely. This felt worse than the time he hit his head when he was a kid, much worse.

"You shouldn't be getting up, Goku." A feminine voice spoke up, and the taller male felt hands on his arms, grazing the bandages on his skin. "Relax, everything will be alright soon."

Goku retracted his arm and looked around properly. "Wha-" He looked down at his chest, where a hospital shirt covered him. "What happened?" He tried to move the curtains on each of his sides to see the people behind them, none of them familiar faces. "Where's Vegeta?"

"Goku-" Yamcha began.

"What happened to him?" The spiky-haired male threw off the covers and attempted to get off the bed. "Vegeta?" He called out.

"Goku calm down-" Tien placed a hand on his shoulder and tried not to hurt him and put him back in the bed.

"No!" Goku shrugged the bald man off and walked around the room, trying to find his little lover. Each bed he saw, each person laying on the mattresses, none of them he recognized. None of them had that familiar widow's peak, that angry look like someone just had enough of socialising, that small scar on the right side of their forehead. None of them were small, none of them shouted profanities when someone screwed up beside them, and none of them had that perfect porcelain face. "Vegeta! Where are you?!"

"Goku, calm down!" Yamcha stood in front of him, hands jutted out as if that would be enough to stop the burly man. "He's not here!"

"Then where is he?!" Goku tugged at his own hair, and his breathing quickened. Gods if he lost him- "He was with me when it happened! Why isn't he here?!" He promised to himself this wouldn't happen. He promised he'd take care of him. This wasn't supposed to happen, why-

"He's in another room, Goku." Chichi huffed, crossing her arms. "He's fine, you need to relax. You're injured too, you know."

"Which room?!" The taller male ran to her and grabbed her shoulders.

"Wha- no!" Chichi shook her head. "Are you crazy!? He's practically the reason you're in here, and you're worried about him?" She shoved the boy's arms off and glared at him. "You're not leaving this room, Goku! You're staying here until you get better!"

"Listen to her, she's right!" Yamcha spoke up.

Goku frowned and made a beeline for the door. His friends wouldn't tell him where his lover was? Fine, he'd find him himself. The spiky-haired boy ran through the hallways of the hospital, ignoring the voices that called out to him, or the doctors telling him to slow down or go back to his room. His vision blurred for a second but he dismissed it as nothing.

He wanted Vegeta, and he was going to find him.