𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 x

Chapter 7

Walking out his room with a disgruntled groan, he didn't have a decent night sleep. His subconscious mind playing through different scenarios if he accepted such help that had been offered to him. Each one leaving a rather troublesome thought. He had cut ties with certain family members, and he feared that doors were slowly opening allowing them to walk back into his life. Sluggishly he walked past Zayden with his shoulders hunched rubbing his heavy lidded eyes.

"Afternoon," Zayden propped his head up from the the sofa, glancing back at Vegeta who gave a half grunt as a response whilst heading into the kitchen.

Opening the kitchen cupboard he frowned as it came off its hinges, collapsing onto the floor in front of him. "For fuck sake!" He growled.

"Ah yeah that happened to me, I just fixed it back in place," Zayden shrugged whilst rubbing the back of his head.

Vegeta let out a harsh breath glaring at the broken cupboard, a muscle twitched in his jaw as he observed the room. His eyes rolled skyward as he heard another door collapse from the side of him. Clenching his fist whilst his lips drew back in a snarl, he kicked the broken cupboard. "I'm sick of this shit hole!"

"Wow, easy there," Zayden held out his hands trying to calm him.

Vegeta slapped Zayden's hands away giving him a glowering gaze. "Back the fuck off!"

"Just focus on your job today, it should relax you afterwards," he nudged with a wink before helping himself to some snacks.

"I'm not working today!" He rubbed his temples studying the worn down place and his unkempt housemate who waggled his brows at him. He sighed crossing his arms at Zayden's suggestive look. "Don't be so absurd it's a job not some place to seek gratification-has the word actor in it for a reason!"

"Don't be silly, you can't act out sex," Zayden wrinkled his nose at him, before stuffing his face with some of the chips from the bottom of the bag.

He quirked a brow clicking his tongue before giving his housemate a dumbfounded look. "You are the reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard," he shook his head dusting his hands together, and stormed out the kitchen towards the front door.

"Where you going?" Zayden frowned whilst following Vegeta towards the door.

Vegeta opened the door with a bitter laugh. "I'm going to see a man about a dog," he said whilst looking in direction of the murky corridor ahead, he scrunched his face and slammed the door behind him.

"We ain't allowed pets in here?" Zayden furrowed his brows at the door. "Fucking weirdo," he scoffed whilst scratching between his legs and stumbled back towards the kitchen.

Vegeta wasn't sure where it was he was going, but the place was cluttering his thoughts. He trudged along the pavements at a sedate pace, his mind focused on the gentle footsteps that tapped through his ears. He rubbed his palms together whilst pursing his lips, as he paused looking back at his apartment. Voices from his past echoing in his mind as his step mother sneered he would amount to nothing. Gritting his teeth, he hated to admit that she was right no matter how hard he tried to prove her otherwise. He spent over an hour just trundling the streets, deep in his thoughts, unaware that he had naturally headed towards his work place. Pressing his lips together, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall outside the building.  A few minutes had passed and he glanced down at his foot as he rested the other against the wall. Crossing his arms against his chest, he let out an inaudible sigh. He was going to do something that he may regret, his eye darted over at the door as he heard it swing open.  There he was, the person he was adamant he'd never turn to for help; Goku started to walk in opposite direction unaware of Vegeta's presence. Hesitantly he started to follow and let out a cough, watching as Goku stopped and glanced over his shoulder.