The Door [OPEN]

[Ryo]

Ryo couldn't remember how many times he had been in this very room, a bedroom in fact, adjacent to another, divided by a sinister door. It called to him some nights, though left him alone most others. He didn't know what this room was, or where it was, who it belonged to. He found out every time he was there, but once he was gone, he forgot and could not recall for the life of him. The room itself was dark and enclosed, four walls with a bed behind him covered in dark ashen lace blankets, thick and heavy and dusted with an unwelcoming aura. There was nothing else in the room, save for a small round rug upon which he stood at the foot of the bed. Before him was the door, wooden and ornate with minimalistic carving of the modern craftsman, but it was that deep dark dusty gray, just like the bed, the rug, the carpet, and the rest of the room. The knob was still, wafted with small strands of straying cobweb.

Small beads of sweat ran down his face as he stared ahead, knowing full well he shouldn't go near that door. He did anyway, every step announcing themselves with a loud creak within the individual wooden boards underneath. He got closer and closer, a loud deep bass humming in his ears and throbbing against his eardrums. A deem throaty laughter came from beyond the door, and Ryo didn't stop himself from putting his ear against it. Don't open the door... Don't open the door... Don't open the door! Ryo shakily opened the door and looked inside. There was a bright light shining on his face from inside the other room. His eyes widened with horror, holding the door open loosely as he only stood there and watched. A wind blew against his face, blowing off his hood and whipping his hair back behind his head erratically. The laughing intensified as well as the wind and he grabbed the edge of the door, slamming it shut and pressing his back against it, with his arms splayed out over the door frame as if to keep it from opening again. He panted, eyes wide and face pale with horror.

His chest heaved with his breathing and he shuddered as a coldness overcame him, causing his limbs to shiver and his jaw muscles to clench. The room around him began to curdle and decay, thick vines of barbed wire slithering throughout the walls as the wallpaper curled and paint peeled off. Ryo watched the vines snake their way towards him as the walls of the room decayed the bed begin to quake and seize, the matter of the bed exploding out into a frazzled cloud, resembling a group of moths. Before he knew it, the vines were wrapping around his wrists and ankles. The decay of the wall engulfed his flesh and ripped underneath it.

Once everything around him had grunged up and ensnared him completely against the door, he looked around as everything went silent. His anxiety grew with every breath. I told you not to open the door!! He looked down at his chest, split seconds before a large clawed hand spiked right through it, exploding out through his sternum and sending shards of ribs coated in blood and flesh out in front of him. Ryo's mouth opened and he screamed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in terror, and pain. He tilted his head back as the decay consumed his flesh, graying it out and becoming one with the door. Once Ryo's flesh had staled into that decayed, rusty gray, the hand turned its palm up to the ceiling and rubbed it's fingers together, as if relishing the metallic of Ryo's blood before slinking back through his chest and the door.

"Ahh!" Ryo startled awake, jumping up in his booth-seat at the local burger restaurant in West City. In front of him was an empty tray with the paper remnants of a mediocre amount of food purchased. His arms were resting upon the table and he looked around, the hood having fallen from his head and exposing his wild burgundy hair. He patted his chest with his hands, as if expecting for a gaping wound, but finding none. He sighed softly and leaned forward to his table resting his elbows gently against the surface and rubbing his eyes with his fingers. His tail coiled about his lap and he shuddered. He glanced at his guitar, sitting next to him on his booth. He got up and slung the instrument over his shoulder with its strap.

Leaving the restaurant, Ryo looked on at the setting sun. It was lowering towards the horizon--or what he could see of it--and sighed a little. He was going to be sleeping on the sidewalk or perhaps a parkbench again tonight. Well, at least he could try to entertain the remaining populace and perhaps earn a little change. He sat on a street corner, slipping off one of his slippers and putting it out as a change container. Holding out his guitar, he plucked the strings gently before nodding his head and starting a tune. It was a bluesy tune that was wrought with improvisation. He nodded to people who stopped by and dropped zeni into his slipper.

_{ooc - Ryo's tune: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ugl3vt2Ttj4}

[Trunks]

Trunks was enjoying a beautiful day in West city when he came past someone who was playing a guitar for tips Trunks watched him for a minuite from a distance. Trunks noticed something unusual and said outloud to himself quietly "Is that a tail? No it cant be the only one that has a tail still is Tarble and we're the only ones left..." talking of course about Saiyans Trunks walked up to the guitar player thinking about how it looked like he had a tail maybe he was half saiyan maybe someone wouldnt fess up that they had another kid? as Trunks was rummaging through his pocket to get the Zeni out he wasnt thinking about how much to give him he was thinking about the possibilities of him maybe just maybe being a saiyan. Trunks put the Zeni he had pulled out of his pocket into the slipper. Trunks had alot of Zeni with him because he didnt know what exactly he was going to do that day and absent mindedly put all the zeni he had with him in the slipper he was still wondering whose kid it could have been if he did turn out to be a saiyan.... Trunks remembered what he was doing and nodded at the stranger then went and sat down at a near bench to think about what he had just seen and if it was his mind playing tricks on him... No it cant be my brother or half brother he would have a higher power level... Trunks thought to himself Maybe im just overthinking this and i didnt actually see a tail flashed through Trunks head.

[Ryo]

Ryo had his hood up, covering his hair. He stared down at his naked foot against the concrete of the sidewalk. He noticed a rather large stack of zeni fall into his running shoe and he looked up in surprise. ...It was a lot of zeni, even in bulk. Trunks at least would have been able to see his narrow eyes, widened in surprise and the ever-familiar widow's peak, partly obscurred by limp bangs over one gray eye. His tail was no mirage, flipping gently about over the concrete. It twisted and coiled as he played, restless, and a representative of his anxiety.

"Uh--...thank you..." he said, voice trailing when the young man walked away. Ryo studied him from afar, his face lowering down once again and relaxing. He looked oddly familiar. Where had he seen him before? It made Ryo tense up when he sat on a nearby parkbench, one that Ryo had intended on sleeping on that night. Hopefully he'd move once the sun had completely set.

[Trunks]

Trunks was angry not at the fact that he couldnt figure out why it looked like this man had a tail no it was the fact that Trunks had seen that face before but couldnt remember where. "Ya sure." said Trunks as he walked away. "Where did i see him before?" it was driving Trunks mad to see that he somehow thought he knew someone that resembeled him or actually knew him. Trunks threw his hand as hard and fast as he could down at the bench he was sitting on in frustration just barely stopping before he destroyed the bench. Trunks sat there and studied the images of Ryo in his head looking a little angrier than before he was aggrivated which should have been completly understandable but he just couldnt understand it himself.

[Bulma]

Memories Take Me Away

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Sunlight glinted off of lavender tresses and sun kissed skin as the familiar figure of Capsule Corps CEO traveled the streets of West City. She had taken a day off for herself, both from her family and the demanding position she held at her own company. Ever since the peace had begun Capsule Corp had only flourished and it had been her job to make sure it stayed that way while she had the time. When that wasn't taking up her time she was taking care of her children and her ever trouble making husband, not that she minded. She loved her family more than life itself and even if she and Vegeta did fight she couldn't help but love him as well. Even if he didn't say it all that often she knew he felt the same and so she was content.

It had been a long time, too long, in her opinion since she'd taken a day for herself and she took a deep breath enjoying the open air. She'd dressed simply today, a tan sweater dress with a cute pair of knee high boots to match, she hadn't bothered to decorate herself with jewelery and only her wedding ring added any decoration to her. Shopping bags weighted down her arms along with her purse, she'd spent mass amounts of money on clothes and beauty products today, along with a few gifts for her family. She also couldn't help but buy a few things to help her fix the broken Dragon Radar she'd found tucked away at home in the basement.

The peace that had settled over Earth had made it seem like she'd never use it again but after thinking it over she'd wondered why not. Her life had settled a little too much for her liking and she'd felt that itch again, the need to do something exciting. Bringing the Dragon Balls to Capsule Corp couldn't hurt anything, it had state of the art security for one and two no one would ever dare steal from her! Well she was sure there were a few out there that might attempt it but she had enough faith in her own work not to worry about them. Few could take on such a daunting task and get away with it. A small smile lifted the corners of her pale pink and slightly glossed lips, this was turning out to be a fruitful day for both her thoughts and her closet.

The soft plunks of a guitar drifted to her ears and the woman turned blue eyes towards the source. The first thing she noticed was the flash of lavender hair that was there and then headed for a park bench. The familiar face of her own son made her smile widen and she started heading his way sparing only another glance towards the guitar player whom he'd been speaking to momentarily. What she saw almost caused her to drop her bags and freeze where she stood, had she not been such a strong willed woman she would have but as it was she was Bulma Briefs and nothing caused her pause. She did however let her jaw drop as she took in his features, they were soft in a boyish way and his hair was a deep burgundy while his eyes were a soft gray but the resemblance was unmistakable even from this distance.

Even softened the angular features still closely resembled Vegeta's along with his hair and the widows peak she knew so well. She searched for the tail she so desperately did not want to see but found anyways swishing on the concrete, her mind was by far superior to most and she quickly fit the clues together. This boy had to be related to Vegeta in some way, but how? Her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she headed straight for the guitar player in favor of her son, this was more important for the moment. Depending on how the two were related this could be a good day for her or a very bad one, her feet made soft scuffing noises as she stopped in front of him and tossed a some Zeni into the slipper he seemed to be using to collect it all, she had to admit she was a little impressed with his haul and his playing.

She had better play this carefully. "You're very talented? Did you parents teach you how to play?" she asked asked softly and fixed a smile on her face. She shifted the bags uncomfortably in her arms and moved her weight to one foot sticking her hip out slightly. It took a little of the pressure off.

Everytime I Open My Bedroom Door

[Ryo]

Ryo didn't bother trying to think about who the purple-haired kid looked like to him. He recognized him from Capsule Corp, but decided it wouldn't matter. He traveled through time, not to a different planet. He continued playing his guitar, changing to a more relaxed tune. A woman came up and looked at him, and he paid her a brief glance before going back to his playing. He didn't mind the stares, at least not anymore. He was too used to being stared and gawked at for how strange he looked. He almost scrunched up his nose, as if to acknowledge the fact that he was being stared at, but as it were, he simply kept his face straight until more zeni was dropped into his black running slipper.

He gave a casual nod in response, before the woman began to speak to him. He slowed down his playing to menial bluesy plucks and he looked up at her. His eyes were certainly warmer than a certain Saiyan's, but there was more within those dark pupils surrounded by shrouds of colorless gray. His tail flipped gently against the concrete like a beached fish. When asked about his parents by this woman, Ryo looked down a little bit. His parents... which ones? "No. My, ah... guardian bought me a guitar and I taught myself how to play. She taught me how to play piano but I liked guitar better. It's um... more intricate, I guess." He shrugged briefly.

_{ooc: Ryo's tune #2: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUNvJ5Plo-0}

[Bulma]

Memories Take Me Away

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His eyes were slightly warmer than the ones they resembled but still she saw the resemblance more strongly the more she looked at him. Her question asking did her not favors as eyes tilted back down towards the concrete slightly and her own expression moved to something slightly regretful. It appeared that parents were a touchy subject here and her suspicion ratcheted up another notch making her shuffle her bags expectantly. His response made her wonder even further on who those parents were that had obviously left him to the care of someone else. Saiyans were rare and she was almost positive that she knew most of the ones still left in the galaxy, including the one he resembled since it was her husband. She'd never seen another with similar looks to him besides his own brother Tarble.

A determined expression graced her beautiful features, she was already tired of beating around the bush. Bulma Briefs had never been a patient woman, when she wanted answers, well she got those answers and she got them when she wanted them. For this situation that time was now, she could however be slightly delicate with this to avoid hurting the boys feelings inadvertently. "Listen kid...I really ask because frankly you look a lot like my husband, Vegeta", perhaps that had been too rough of her. No she was sure it wasn't too bad on the boy to be asked out right about it. "You wouldn't happen to be related would you?" she questioned and her voice constricted at the end slightly but she forced a smile.

If the two were related her husband was going to have a lot of explaining to do when she got home. Her smile and expression turned grim at the thought, that would not be a fun can of worms to open with the Prince of Arrogance himself. No doubt it might be one of those things he just forgot to share with her, but then again he had never been anything but faithful. That you know about, a voice nagged at her but she pushed it away quickly. He wouldn't dare. No. She would get to the bottom of this one way or another and she would come out on top as usual, maybe she could even do this boy some good in the process. He certainly didn't look like he was well off at the moment.

Everytime I Open My Bedroom Door

[Ryo]

Ryo couldn't stop himself from pressing himself against the wall of the building he sat against. He halted his playing almost abruptly, with the quick disturbed slide along the neck of the instrument and the harsh, almost surprised outcry of the strings when he simply grabbed the narrowest end at the end of the slide. He held it closer to him, as if for protection. This woman went from kind stranger to suspicious wife. He didn't know this Vegeta, but Ryo couldn't stop his face from flushing at the notion that he and this Vegeta apparently looked alike. Either he had one of those faces, or she was coming onto him in the most bizarre way ever.

"...I don't know any Vegeta, ma'am," he said quietly, "...If you want to talk relatives then I'd rather not do it out in public." He had half a mind to huff to this woman's face. How dare she talk about something so personal? As far as Ryo was concerned, he had no family to speak of, much less relations that were apparently illegitimate. His tail coiled and fuzzed up with aggravation and he slowly plucked his strings again in a meek attempt to start playing again.

[Bulma]

Memories Take Me Away

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Something in her words or tone had struck a proverbial chord with him as he suddenly flattened against the building he was playing against out of the blue. His playing stopped and his fingers slide along the thick strings making her wince slightly at the unappealing squeal that came from the instrument in his hands. He seemed to expect something harsh from her with the way he clasped the instrument to his chest and she felt a twinge of guilt hit her. She had been a little harsh with her words, sometimes her need to know things got the better of her and made her callous. She cleared her throat softly with slight discomfort and shifted the bags again pulling out her wallet and holding it while he spoke. What her intentions with it were was unclear at the moment but she'd show him soon enough.

He flushed out of nowhere and she wondered what was going on in that head of his. Surely he didn't think she meant anything inappropriate, she was no cougar that was for sure and despite how much she might act it she would never stray from her husband. She loved him more than either one of them let on, and she'd never be able to bring herself to hurt her family. The thought of her family had her eyes moving towards the bench where her son was sitting, or where he had been sitting, she wasn't sure if he'd moved yet. Before she could seek out his familiar lavender locks the boy had spoken up and her eyes moved back onto him with curiosity again. His denial had her raising a brow but she could tell from his tone that perhaps he was really telling the truth.

His expression was slightly sulky in her opinion and she shook her head, why did this feel familiar. He was compromising but she felt herself wanting to scold him, heading out of public with a stranger wasn't wise even if he was Saiyan or part Saiyan. His tail fuzzed out cutely and she suddenly smiled with a slight laugh, she still wanted to know what was going on and to do that apparently she was going to have to win him over. Time for some good old fashioned Bulma charm to come into play. She flipped open the wallet she'd been holding to show him a picture of her family and motioned with her finger to Vegeta, "I only asked because you have to admit the resemblance is uncanny" she pointed out cheerfully and with that assured tone that she used when she knew she was right. Which was 99.99 percent of the time, well in her mind anyways.

"Come on kid I'll make you dinner, you look hungry" she said and turned shifting her bags. If he made no move to follow her she'd glance over her shoulder and give him a raised brow, "Well come on, I don't have all day" she said briskly. Her gaze fixed on her son and she headed in his direction, she needed to hurry him home as well. She didn't want him staying out all night tonight, she'd worry again just like last time and he knew what she was like when she worried. She might not be as bad as Chi Chi but she was still a force to be reckoned with as a mother. She jerked her head at him to call him over since her hands were full to the brim with bags and her wallet which she hadn't bothered to stuff back into her purse at this point.

Everytime I Open My Bedroom Door

[Trunks]

Trunks saw the tail and relealized it wasnt his imagination then saw someone else there... it was his mom bulma he stood up as soon as he saw the tail. He saw his mom signal for him and he jogged over to them. "Hi mom Hey nice guitar playing." Trunks said to the stranger trying to be nice. "Did you invite him over or something?" asked Trunks in a whisper to his mom it was a crazy idea. Another Saiyan that no ones ever heard of coming to capsule corp? his dad was not going to like this one bit neither did trunks though. What was his mom thinking?

[Ryo]

Ryo stared at her, his discomfort apparent on his features. He thrust out a leg and scooted back his slipper full of Zeni and he slipped the coins into his hoodie pouch before slipping the shoe over his foot. He turned his head away when she showed him the picture, eying the man in the photo with a nervous look about his face. "...I've never seen him before in my life," he said. He actually had, back before he snatched the time machine in his pocket and zipped back to this timeline. Something about him did seem familiar, but Ryo wasn't ready to accept that this man might have something to do with him. He wasn't looking, and he didn't think he could readily handle something like that yet.

When she offered him dinner, he shuffled a little, "...It's fine, I.. I already ate today and I have money for food tomorrow now..." His protests were weak, not quite mirroring the Saiyan he resembled so closely. He stuttered a little, voice drawling on his nervousness as he tried to persuade her to let him simply go about his way of money making and soon-to-be sleeping on the parkbench. "..I really don't think that's necessary," he said, getting up and slinging his guitar over his back with the strap across the front of his torso. He followed after her, "I'm.. I really appreciate it, but it's really not that necessary; I have money, I have a quiet park, there's really nothing else that could make my life any more glamorous than it could possibly be..."

The anxiety in his voice was evident, and he tried to dissuade her decision to feed him. "Really, miss, if this is about your husband then it's probably best you just left me to my own devices... I-I can take care of myself, I really can." Granted, he was thin, but still. He was alive, wasn't he?

[Bulma]

Memories Take Me Away

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He seemed hesitant and resistant but he was getting up, that was just what she wanted. Complaints she could handle as long as he kept following she could ignore them, it wouldn't be the first time she'd led a disgruntled Saiyan along by their nose so to speak. The sigh of the picture didn't seem to bother him or change his demeanor any but something told her he wasn't being completely truthful, regardless it wasn't a huge reaction. She hadn't expected one from him, after all he seemed like a very reserved boy, more like Tarble than Vegeta. She frowned slightly, no she couldn't be wrong they had to be related in some way after all. She was never wrong.

His protests were weak at best and she only smiled in a self assured way and kept on leading him. "You might be right but what have to got to lose by taking a free meal? It will certainly save you money" she said directing her blue eyes over her shoulder at him and scrutinizing his appearance. He was very thin in her opinion, much too thin for any proper Saiyan to be, she knew their appetites and even if he was only half she knew others like him that could eat just as much as their Saiyan parents could. Sometimes more. His distress ratcheted up and she finally sighed and turned putting her hands on her hips the best she could with her arms laden with bags.

"Listen kid, I'm not about to let you off that easy. I'm feeding you and that's that, the quicker you accept the easier this all will be. It's just dinner" she said firmly and stared him down with an unwavering gaze that showed she wasn't about to back down. Before she could go her own son had jogged to their side and was giving her a look that clearly begged the question of whether she was sane or not. She'd seen that look before plenty of times, Bulma Briefs was never known to act the most sane, sometimes she almost rivaled her husband. She was pleased that Trunks at least complimented the other boy before whispering in a rushed tone at her, it almost sounded like a hiss.

She gave him a stern look, "Yes I did, he looks a little familiar doesn't he? And besides he looks hungry" she shot back and hushed tone to avoid making the other more uncomfortable. She was well aware of how her husband would react to this but she could handle whatever protests he was likely to dish out. She had always been able to handle him, despite what others thought.

Everytime I Open My Bedroom Door

[Trunks]

"Hes a saiyan even if he looks familiar he might want us dead or something." Said Trunks fastly in a whisper trying to be nice even though he didnt know the person. Dad's going to be way happier about this then i am i bet Trunks thought agrivated. Was she even sane anymore? Were they that bad at releazing the truth from a lie that an insane person could get away with lying to them?

[Ryo]

Ryo had to stop when she turned around. This woman was intimidating, that was for damn sure and he had half a mind to back away with his tail between his legs for fear that she'd beat obedience into him with one of her bags. He winced back to her words and his back stiffened. Ryo was good at making distinctions with what people said. Considering she said 'make' rather than 'buy', Ryo could only assume that she was dragging him to her home, wherever that may have been. And going to the home of someone else--someone he didn't know--just seemed like a bad idea. She could be wanting to actually make him dinner tonight, for her husband, who he was apparently related to. "...I really appreciate it, I just--" he stopped himself short when the purple-haired kid came jogging. The two exchanged words, words that clearly could make out and his face dropped and eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why would I want to do that? I don't know you," he said quietly, scooting his foot slightly. "...what's a Saiyan?" His tail coiled about behind him, giving away his slight curiosity.

[Trunks]

Trunks glanced at his mom they obviously werent being quiet enough. "Well since theres probably no way she's going to let you go ill let someone else explain... someone that would be better at it and thinking people want to kill you is usual with how i live..." Trunks was suprised he hadnt put two and two together and relized that he wasnt human most humans dont have tails so the kid should have releazied trunks thought... "Its best if you just dont resist against her if all she wants to do is cook you dinner. Oh and that is part of being a saiyan thats how i know you are one." Trunks pointed at the tail that had coiled behind him