Goku X Vegeta Oneshots

The Dead Man

Moving into a new apartment was always both an exciting and unnerving ordeal for Son Goku. Something about this one was different though, and he had been getting weird feelings about it ever since his ex Chichi had texted him about it. She'd found the ad for it in the newspaper and, knowing that he needed a cheaper place to rent, had let Goku know.

And here he was, admiring how good the place's condition was for not having been rented out in almost eight years. It was almost totally bare, of course- and he would have to change out that old couch- but it gave lots of room for personalization.

Goku finished stacking the boxes in the corner. He'd unpack later. It was a tiny apartment, just big enough for one. Or maybe two should he find a partner. It was nothing more than a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, but it was enough. All utilities came in the rent, which was only three hundred dollars a month. How could anyone pass that up? How had this place gone unrented for eight years?

He heard a soft thud and paused. What was that? He heard the softest huff of breath and another thump. "Uh... Hello?" Goku called nervously. It had come from the bedroom.

He was not about to rush into this like a bad horror movie. He grabbed a knife from his utensil box and a broom he'd snagged from the store and headed over to the bedroom door. It was just unlatched, likely to help with air flow. He slowly pushed the door open with the broom and readied himself to fight.

But he stopped dead in his tracks.

Fumbling weakly with the blinds was a very tiny man in ragged clothes. His hair, grey and brittle looking, was spiky in a fashion not unlike Goku's. He paused, likely hearing the door creak open, and turned around. Goku shrieked in alarm and fell back, scrambling to get away, while simultaneously the little man backed away in fright as well. His skin was a sickly shade of grey, and his eyes were faded and bluish.

Dead eyes.

Goku saw him curl his arms close in fear, then set one hand on his chest and hold the other out, shaking his head as if to tell Goku not to be afraid. Goku paused, watching fearfully.

Why was there a dead, walking man in his apartment!?

"Who are you?" he hissed, still brandishing the broom. He'd dropped the kitchen knife. "What are you? Are you sick? Are you dead?"

The man touched his throat, shaking his head. Mute? Slowly he approached Goku, again offering a pale, bony hand. Goku hesitated, then accepted it. The man pulled him to his feet, then winced and held the arm he used to help him up with.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. Are you ok?" Goku gently touched his arm. He was cold, but not frigid. More of room temperature. "Is there any way you can talk?"

The man shrugged, then creakily bent down and picked the knife up off the floor, talking it into the kitchen. He open a drawer and put it in. He tapped the drawer as if to say, "This is where these go," and then shut it. He moved back to the boxes and started to unpack them.

Goku watched for a few moments, baffled. "Uh- Oh, wait, wait, no, I got it," he said, stepping in. The dead man growled at him and he hopped back. "Ok! Ok. I, uh... What's your name? Is there any way you can tell me your name?"

The man set the box down, then began searching. Goku got an idea and fumbled through a smaller box, pulling out a pen. "Here! Write it on the side of a box, here." Goku gave him the pen and watched.

Shakily and in no way neatly did the man slowly scrawl down an amalgamation of letters. Goku peered closely. "Ve... Va...? No, that is an e. Vegeta. Is that your name? Vegeta?"

The man nodded, bearing a weak grin. His teeth, fangs really, shone a pretty white. He sat down on the couch tiredly, as if the past few minutes of activity had worn him out. Goku sat beside him. "So, um... I really don't wanna be rude but, uh... Are you dead?"

Vegeta thought for a few moments then shrugged. He looked rather sadly st his hands and huffed softly. So while he didn't necessarily need to breathe, he still had the ability to do so. Interesting.

Goku looked at the box that Vegeta had been messing with. "So I'm gonna guess that you've been here by yourself for a long time, and that you like things to go a certain way when there is stuff here." When Vegeta nodded, Goku smiled and said, "Well, why don't you show me where it all goes so we can get these boxes out of here?"

Vegeta smiled and nodded eagerly.

*No clue where I got the idea for this but here it is?*