"Oh Goku, try not to be upset, like he said, you'll meet again." Bulma said, trying to comfort her friend.
Goku smiled, refusing to allow the building tears to spill onto his dry cheeks, "I'm okay. Guess I better get ready ta go myself, huh?"
Bulma sighed, "Yeah."
It didn't take the Earth-Saiyajin long. He just changed from training clothes to a pair of faded blue jeans, nearly white, a gray T-shirt, and his worn, brown, steel-toed boots.
"Why change?" Yamcha asked, curious.
"I don't want 'em ta think I train all the time. Let them think I'm in shape just cause of my bein' Saiyajin." Goku explained.
"Very smart! If they know you train so often, they'll think you have some hidden agenda to attack or something." Bulma said, receiving a nod in reply.
"Well, I guess I better go. Hopefully I'll be seein' you guys again real soon." Goku said, stepping out onto the porch just as Vejita had done only moments ago.
They were all gathered at the door yet again. Meijin Roshi, Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, and Chi-Chi. They all wished him goodbye, hugging and shaking hands. Goku smiled his final goodbye and blasted into the sky.
It didn't take much concentration to sense that Vejita was moving rather quickly, heading for some Capsule Corp. storage warehouse where Bulma had told him there were plenty of spaceships. He sighed, hating every second as they grew further apart.
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It was nearly dark when Goku reached the large complex on the outskirts of the city towards mainland. It seemed to be five or six stories and took up a great deal of space. It was almost overwhelming, what with it's white walls and polished windows. It reminded him of a hospital, except there were large silver letters printed over three sets of double doors that read: East City Government Science Lab.
He'd flown all the way there and now gained a few strange looks as he landed, his boots tapping against the clean cement driveway that circled around to avoid blockage.
Taking a deep breath, he started for the entrance, easily pushing one of the large glass doors open and stepping into a spotless lobby lined with desks and counters. There were only a few people there though, since it was so late. Two men in black suits and polished boots stood upon his entrance and three women, dressed in business suits with fancy hairdos, looked up from their work.
"Uh, hi… Can I talk ta somebody in charge?" Goku asked politely, wondering what was going on in the two men's minds. One was a big man, tall and dark, but not at all handsome with a thick mustache and tight lips. The other was also tall, but not near as big. He was thin and tanned with the palest green eyes.
"What business you got here, kid?" the big man asked, his voice deep and rough.
"Well, I wanted to report an alien. Isn't this were I'm supposed ta do it?"
"Yes, right this way." Green Eyes said, his voice smooth like a woman's. Goku followed him to the back of the room, and through one of many doors. The big man remained behind.
They headed down a large hallway, the walls spotless white. They passed many doors, walking what seemed to be an endless journey. Finally Green Eyes stopped at an open doorway.
"Sir, there's a kid here that would like to report an extraterrestrial."
Inside what seemed to be a huge office, a lanky man behind a desk nodded. With that simple gesture Green Eyes showed him in and then left. That's when Goku noticed that the clerk that worked at the corner store was sitting beside him.
"So, you've seen an alien as well?" The man behind the desk said, fingering his dull black tie. It seemed all the men were dressed in black suits, however, this man seemed more relaxed in his. It was obvious he was the guy in charge.
"Well-" Goku began, only to be interrupted.
"That's 'im. This tha kid I saw flyin'. 'Im an' 'is friend." The clerk said, sitting up and scooting to the edge of his seat.
The man in charge's eyes widened, and he reached into his jacket, retrieving a shiny black cellular phone, "We have an A-18, bring support."
"That's just it though. I came here ta tell ya that I'm an alien." Goku said, remaining calm even though things seemed to be going horribly wrong. Vejita had told him not to mention him,that it would be trouble, but these guys knew there were two of them.
Suddenly, the big man barged into the room accompanied by several other men. Goku saw it coming, knew they were going to hit him over the head with the short rubber stick, but what could he do. If he blocked it they'd all freak and say he was resisting, trying to attack. In his lifetime he'd experienced several battles and much extreme training and could withstand a degree of pain. That's just what he was going to have to do now.
It contacted his head fairly hard, sending a shutter through his skull. It took a few seconds for his vision to begin to haze, and as soon as it did, it didn't take long for him to black out completely, he was unconscious.
When he came to, he was in a somewhat large room with white walls, a white ceiling, and white floor tiles. The place was definitely spick and span. In the center of the room was a large metal, rectangular table with six matching chairs, two on each of the long ends, one on each of the short ends. He was seated in one of the chairs on a long end. Actually, he was tied in it. His wrists bound to the armrests, his ankles bound to the legs. Funny, if he wanted to, he could easily break free, but he remained, figuring they were afraid of him. He'd just have to show them there was nothing to be afraid of.
After only a few minutes, the only door in the room opened and four men entered, the guy in charge, Green Eyes, and two men dressed in long white lab coats. Goku smiled lightly to all of them, but received nothing in reply.
The men in white sat in the two chairs across from him and the man in charge sat on the right end. Green Eyes remained standing.
"My name's Dr. Kazuki, I am the highest official here, so I expect respect," the man in charge said, then gestured to the two men in white, "This is Dr. Nabu and Dr. Morikawa, they're just two of the leading scientists here at G. S. They're going to ask you some questions."
"Okay." Goku answered simply, calmly.
"Now, you said you were here to report yourself?" Asked Dr. Nabu, obviously the bolder of the two, though he seemed to be short and rather dumpy.
"Yup."
"Do you know Mr. Shoji?" Nabu continued.
"Uh… Who?"
"The clerk from the Quick Stop on Saint Ren'ai street." Morikawa clarified.
"I've been there and talked to him, but we're not really friends." Goku answered honestly.
"What about Mr. Senshu?" Nabu asked, after looking down at a clipboard he held, as if trying to get the name right.
"Rio? Yeah, I know him. We go ta school together. We're friends."
"Now, why is it that when you decide to turn yourself in, a gas station clerk comes in before you, and a 'friend' from school comes in after?" Kazuki said, choosing that moment to speak up, taking the glory for what the two scientists were working up to.
"I dunno." Goku said, kind of figuring what he was getting at, but unsure of how he should answer.
"Well, if you ask me, it seems you knew you were about to be turned in and thought it'd look better if you turned yourself in first." Kazuki said, a smug look on his face.
"Yeah, I guess so." Goku admitted, finding that maybe this hadn't such a good idea.
"How long have you been on Earth?" Nabu asked after a moment of silence.
"My whole life. Seventeen years." Goku added after receiving a questioning glare.
"You were born here?" Morikawa asked, as if curious.
"Well, I wasn't born here, but I was sent here as a baby. Look, could ya untie me? This is really uncomfortable."
Ignoring his question, Nabu continued, "And what species are you?"
Goku was silent a moment, taking a few seconds to figure out what he'd meant by species, "Oh, I'm a Saiya… Saiyajin."
Their eyes widened and they looked to one another as if passing thoughts, "You're a Saiyajin?" Kazuki asked as if in disbelief.
"Yup, I was born on Planet Vejita." Goku said, offering a kind of proof.
"I see." Nabu mumbled, as if talking to himself, suddenly jotting down something on the clipboard.
"Kay, if you would bring more support and perhaps some K-Force restraints." Kazuki said, speaking to Green Eyes, who quickly nodded before exiting the room.
"Look, could ya untie me? I'm not gonna hurt any of you, it's just really uncomfortable." Goku said, wriggling somewhat in his chair.
"Uh, just relax, some men are on their way." Kazuki said reassuringly, but Goku didn't see what that had to do with anything. He didn't want to make a scene though, so he remained still.
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Bulma sighed, she and the others had decided on staying the night on the old man's island. It was morning now though, and she was pacing like a maniac.
"Bul, would you give it a rest? You're making me crazy." Yamcha called from the kitchen, where he, Roshi, Krillin, and Chi-Chi were having breakfast.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this a Mr. Roshi's residence?" asked a woman's voice.
"Yes, who is this?" Bulma asked, growing impatient, but trying her best to keep it out of her tone.
"This is Sheryl at the East City Government Science Lab. May I speak with Mr. Roshi?"
"He can't come to the phone right now. What's this about?" the blue-haired beauty asked.
"We have in our custody a Mr. Son, Son Goku. We would appreciate it if Mr. Roshi would come in for questioning as soon as possible as well as any other members of the household."
"Yes, yes I will tell him, but what's this about? What's happened?" Bulma asked, worry weighing on her voice.
"I'm afraid that's confidential, Ma'am. Thank you." With that the woman hung up.
"Who was it?" Roshi asked, having cleaned his plate.
"It was a secretary from G. S. She wants you and 'any other members of the household' to come in for 'questioning.'" Bulma said, mimicking the woman's dainty, powdery voice.
"Sounds serious." Krillin said, his eyes staring blankly.
"If only she'd told me more." Bulma practically growled.
"Well, why don't you come with us. I'm sure they'd want to question Goku's friends as well." Roshi said, resting his elbows on the table.
"That's not a bad idea," Bulma said, her face brightening slightly, "You coming Yamcha? Chi-Chi?"
"You bet. Goku's always been there for us." Yamcha said, a bit too enthusiastic.
"It's only right I go. It's my fault he's there." Chi-Chi said in a voice that neared self-loathing.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. He was going to get found out sooner or later, what with him always flying around and all." Roshi said, causing Chi-Chi's face to brighten slightly as well.
"Guess we should get ready to go then." Krillin said, rising from his seat to put away the dishes.
