𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 x

Chapter 3

Most people would look forward to heading back home after exhausting day at work. However, since not long moving back to his hometown, he was desperate for a place to stay; and moved into a worn down apartment with another lodger. The walls had patches of mould, broken off plaster, worn down furniture with mildew smell, kitchen cabinets almost off their hinges, rubbish from previous take outs strewn across the place. It wasn't an ideal place, but he wasn't in the position to be picky. He was slowly saving up his income to afford his own place, so he made most of the temporary accommodation. He dreaded heading back to the apartment. Being relatively new to the porn industry, he still wasn't bringing in as much money as he had hoped. Slowly opening the heavy door into the apartment, the smells would be the first thing that would hit him. It wasn't an overpowering smell as such, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant smell, it had a uncleanliness scent that stuck to any surface and linger. He sighed seeing Zayden who he shared the apartment with, lounging on the armchair in just his underwear. Zayden was a college student, who recently dropped out; he was very scruffy looking and didn't really care about his appearance. It was a shame, for if he actually tidied himself up a bit, he wasn't a bad looking person.

"You are home later than usual, that's a good thing right?" He smiled over at Vegeta who looked half asleep, with dark circles forming under his eyes.

"I can only hope so," he turned a blind eye to the mess in front of him, whilst checking the time on his phone.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I've been working all day," he rubbed his eye lids whilst making his way to the kitchen.

"If I was working where you were, id not be looking as miserable as you." He admitted and watched as Vegeta chose to ignore his comment, wandering into the kitchen. He followed Vegeta into the kitchen, and noticed how half asleep he appeared. "You look tired?"

Vegeta gritted his teeth as Zayden had leaned against the door way keeping his stare on him. "That's because I am exhausted,"  he grunted as he reached for his painkillers that were inside the kitchen drawer.

"Oh right, guess sex does that," he shrugged with a chuckle, he quickly walked out the kitchen as Vegeta turned and glared at him.

Vegeta groaned noticing the time, he was due to start his part time job. Regardless how sore and tired he felt, he was desperate for the money; he only had time for a quick shower before leaving again. His part time job was at a gas station that was across the road from him.

Very little customers walk in during the night shift, allowing him time to consume caffeinated beverages to keep him awake. It wasn't an ideal situation to be in, he had hoped things would of picked up from now and he'd of at least been able to afford his own place. His body felt close to collapsing as he had remained standing behind the till, whilst he was fighting back his exhaustion. Just as he thought his day couldn't get any worse, a recognisable face stepped inside and looked over at Vegeta bewildered.

"So, you've moved back here huh?" Bulma walked towards him, raising her brow seeing how pale and exhausted he looked.

"Yes," he sighed and leaned on the counter to briefly stretch his legs.

She slammed her change on the counter with a packet of chewing gum. "You owe our mother a lot of money!"

"She's not my mother," he slid the change off the counter to place in the till, avoiding eye contact.

"Regardless how you see her, she had practically raised you as her own."

"Did she now?" he arched his brow, they didn't have the best of upbringings and he never got along with his step mother. Regardless how many times Vegeta would argue with Bulma that her mother was a bitch to them, she always turned a blind eye to it whilst projecting hate towards him.