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Vegetta, a man who sees life as a very strict and closed world, tries to be different. He attempted to be the outgoing party guy society expected him to be, constantly pushed by friends to put himself out there. But he was a rule follower, preferring to keep everything under his control. What he couldn’t control became nothing more than a new challenge for him. Vegetta was not the type to live life spontaneously. Everything had rules and an order that must be followed, and he always had a plan. His mind was set on every goal, even if it meant a challenge. It only made him more eager to continue his day-to-day life. After all, nothing is ever too complicated to manage, right?
After months and months of his best friend Roier convincing and pushing Vegetta to go on a date, he got himself to it. Roier had set up a date with someone Cellbit and Roier thought would be a good fit for Vegetta. Vegetta got out of bed that day as the sun was getting up like he usually does. He put on some gym shorts, an old shirt, and his favorite sneakers to go out on a run. The tranquilizing aroma of a spring morning inundated his nostrils, focused on his breathing, his heartbeat, and the soft meditating music playing in his earbuds, making his mind a fresh canvas for the busy day to come.
He stopped by his favorite spot in town, the park. The sweet aroma of freshly cut grass inundated his nostrils, the wind hitting his face softly as his heartbeat came down from a fast-phased run, and the sun leaking through the trees hitting his face made the ambiance the perfect place for him to be; he sat on the nearest bench he could find and took a deep breath, it was moments like these that brought him the most inner peace and tranquility, especially at this time of the day, not many people wandered through the park that early on the morning, making it his peaceful zone in the outside world for a few minutes every day.
He headed home, this time taking a slower phase, checking his morning run stats as he walked home, planning on what his breakfast would be. Vegetta quickly got back home; nothing beats getting home and having a soft breeze surround you after a workout. He removed his shoes, placed them in the shoe rack at the entrance of his apartment, and headed straight to the shower. Some time passed, and he finally headed to the kitchen to do his favorite, a potato, and spinach egg Spanish tortilla. as well as the green juice he always drank in the mornings, made of green apple, celery, spinach, cucumber, lime, and ginger, deep down he hated the taste of this juice “But it's all about staying healthy, right?”
He muttered under his breath, a slight grin forming on his lips. After many past tries, his frittata was perfect; the egg was not overcooked, and he still managed to keep the potatoes at a decent heat; small victories like these filled his heart with pride each day. He liked learning and doing something that, at some point, was a challenge, but he also liked succeeding. His table was a small round table made of wood. Since he lived alone, he only had two chairs, he had set up a cozy place to eat in case he had visitors, and since he doesn’t like eating in his living room a lot, he decided it was a smart choice. He pulled one of the chairs and sat down, ready to enjoy his meal while also reading and writing some stuff in his planner. Each day, week, and month on his agenda was structured and planned; reading through it made him calm; most dread the idea of having many things to do and having deadlines to meet, but for him, there was something amazing to it, knowing that he had some control in what his day was going to be like gave him peace like no other.
He put his planner away and loaded the dishwasher with all of the utensils and pans he used to make breakfast. Vegetta did his best never to leave any dishes in the kitchen. No matter how tired, stressed, or busy he was, he always gave himself time to wash and put dishes away, making his kitchen always look clean and have a fresh aroma, and he prided himself on that routine he had. As he finished wiping the kitchen countertops, he took a deep breath, and a soft smile crept on his face. He looked around the apartment, and everything he had planned was going as expected. The only task left was to tidy up his place and fold his laundry, which had just come out of the dryer.
By the time he was done with everything he had planned, it was a little past noon; he had marked this day to be able to wind down, have a quiet afternoon, and mentally recharge for the evening. Vegetta didn’t like to admit how nervous or anxious he would get when it came to meeting new people, and a date was a big deal. His mind was racing with both positive and negative possible outcomes, and people always told him to lower his expectations, but could he? His mind always worried a lot, and he couldn’t help but be himself, after all. Whenever his mind was all over the place with anxiety and worry, one of his favorite escapisms was reading. He grabbed one of his favorite books titled Unsouled By Will Wight Vegetta was a very logical person; he always faced reality and facts, but when it came to his reading habits, he allowed himself to break that one rule: his favorite genre was anything that involved magic, he loved submerging himself in stories with any fantasy, magic and sci-fi, deviating any negative thoughts that could possibly try to push him down.
Time flew by. For several hours, he peacefully flipped through pages while sweet, calming music played from his speakers. His alarm startled him at around three o'clock, telling him that it was time to get ready; he put his book aside and let out a short, nervous gasp. “Well, here goes nothing,” he whispered to himself as he walked toward his room.
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Foolish snoozed his alarm for the fourth time, music still ringing in his ear from the night before, a slight headache making him groan in annoyance, and his stomach growling and begging for breakfast. He reached out for his phone, rolled his eyes slightly, and looked at the time: noon. While scrolling through his notifications, a message from his friend Cellbit caught his eye.
“Ready for tonight, man? ;)”
“Fuck” Foolish muttered angrily to himself. He totally forgot the date Cellbit and Roier had set up for him was tonight; he had forgotten it was even this week. Without even answering Cellbit’s message, he jumped out of bed, his head still pounding, making it all even more difficult “What am I doing?” he asked himself while looking in the mirror; he had no plan, no reservations, and frankly, he looked like shit.
He then quickly rushed towards his shower; he hated cold showers but knew it was the quickest thing, and cold water always woke him up from whatever hung over what he was going through. He took a deep breath as the icy water ran through his hair and body; he made sure there was no trace left from last night, making sure he didn’t smell bad; he might be a mess, but keeping himself clean and presentable was always a priority.
Making breakfast wasn't his favorite part of the day, let alone on days like this when he was late or the kitchen was a disaster, and he was starving. He quickly made himself some scrambled eggs and bacon, grabbed a bag of pre-made salad, tossed it to the side of his plate, and called it a day. He also made himself some avocado toast, which had become one of his favorite things for breakfast.
Foolish, endlessly scrolling through his phone, looking at his messages and pictures from the night before, scrolling through social media, and losing himself, he finally finished his meal. After putting his phone away, he scanned his kitchen. “Man, how did it get so trashy in here again?” he scoffed at the sight of the state of his place. Most of his plates were dirty, the encounters looked messy, and one of the dirty pans in there had started to smell, making him even more distraught.
He lazily dragged himself to clean the kitchen, scrubbing every dish, soaping the countertops, and putting everything in place. It sounds like an easy process, but for Foolish, doing a task sometimes felt like doing twenty; he instantly got distracted by his phone a few times by going to his room or trying to find a perfect show to watch while cleaning, only to decide he needed a playlist instead. What could've taken him an hour or less took him almost double; this happened every time.
After the constant fight with his procrastination, he managed to get things clean and tidy in his kitchen. He still felt tired; it was like showering and having a big breakfast wasn’t doing it today, and to add to that, he was secretly nervous about the date. He knew that Cellbit had a good heart and wanted Foolish to start dating more seriously, but he just didn’t feel ready, and it didn’t feel fair to the guy he was going on a date with. He lay down on his couch, letting out a soft gasp; he grabbed his phone once more, looking for restaurants and places where he could make a reservation at the last second. It was nothing too fancy and nothing too simple.
His eyes slowly began to shut, and his breathing slowed down as he felt the softness and warmth of the couch submerging him.
He fell asleep.
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Vegetta didn’t like people who were late, a few minutes? Okay, traffic sucks, work, and people have other responsibilities; he understood that more than anyone; he is an adult and knows life is hard, yet every minute that went by made him angrier. Every minute he spent phasing around his apartment felt like torture like he was being mocked. It took all of him to say yes to this date, and the guy he was waiting for hadn’t even had the courtesy to call and check on Vegetta. His mind was racing. After several minutes, which definitely felt like more to him, Vegetta picked up his phone and decided to call Roier so that his friend would know where his date was.
“Roier, pero dónde está este tio?” Vegetta scoffed at his phone before Roier could even say anything. “It’s ridiculous! I’ve been ready for like two hours.” Roier nervously chuckled from the other side of the call.
“Hey, it’s okay, man,” Roier tried reassuring, well knowing that Foolish probably wasn’t ready for the date and knowing Vegetta probably wanted to kill him already. “Yo le llamo Vegetta, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s on his way. There is a lot of traffic, you know,” he said nervously. Was this really a good idea after all? “También estoy seguro de que es un pendejo,” Roier whispered loudly enough to make Vegetta chuckle.
“Do whatever you need to do, but this is already hitting a nerve. I don’t know if this will work,” Vegetta replied with a hint of worry in his voice. “I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he muttered. A short silence between the calls made the atmosphere tense.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay… Look, man, in the worst-case scenario, you get a nice dinner and then just go back home early enough to relax and forget this even happened,” Roier reassured. “And do not feel any pressure; I set you guys up because I thought you two could be great for each other, but if you don’t like him after tonight, it’s okay; I won’t be mad if you decide you don’t like him.”
“I know,” Vegetta responded. “I just didn’t want to worry for once, but I’m already stressed by this whole situation. I wanted to not care just for today.”
“Listen, I’ll give Foolish a call, and I’ll let you know. Is that okay?” Roier waited for Vegetta’s approval and Immediately spammed Foolish with angry texts, asking for his whereabouts. He didn’t want to tell Vegetta how he was aware of Foolish and his lack of punctuality, and he knew Vegetta wouldn't roll with that; he just hoped Foolish was responsible this one time.
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Foolish knew he screwed up; he shouldn't have said yes to Cellbit and Roier. He should've stayed at home and waited until the weekend to find something to do; he got up as quickly as he could. His mind was racing, and he was nervous, his phone kept ringing from Roiers messages and calls, but he couldn't bother to explain what happened, he knew it was late, he didn't need scolding from his friend, he put whatever decent clothes he found on his closet and called it a night, he grabbed his keys and drove to pick up his date still having no idea what they were going.
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Vegetta's apartment was empty, and the silence bouncing from wall to wall made him slightly uncomfortable. His friend's reassurance didn't feel like enough; as he walked circles around his living room, confusion flooded his mind; he was excited, he was nervous to meet him, he really was happy to see where things could go, but at the same time he was already annoyed and disappointed, at someone he did not even know yet, he was distraught at the fact that he had been waiting for an hour and had been meticulously planning this day for over a week, did the other person even care as much as him? Sometimes Vegetta was able to not care as much, that this could be nothing more than a moment he would laugh about in the future, but his brain just wasn’t wired like that.
A sudden fast knocking on his door startled him, stopping him in his tracks; his heart was rising. He was here, and for a second, he forgot how late his date was. A wave of nervousness and excitement rushed through his body. He collected himself, fixed his jacket, and reached for the door; there he was. He had a charming face, green, bright eyes, and long golden blonde hair almost reaching his shoulders, and he was very tall; he almost stumbled into the frame of the door. , he clearly looked as if he had just woken up from a nap, with a hazy look in his eyes and a soft, charming smile.
“Hi, nice to finally meet you. I’m Foolish” He said, stretching his hand out for a handshake “You must be Vegetta right?” He tilted his head with a soft smirk “I’m so sorry dude, I hope I'm not too late” he chuckled nervously.
“Muy tarde” Vegetta thought to himself, his eyebrows slightly furrowed but he couldn't help but chuckle. He could hear his friend in his mind saying “give him a chance, you’ll see” trying to not care about the situation and actually getting to know Foolish.
“Erm, just an hour, you know?” Vegetta couldn't help but talk sarcastically. He couldn't read him, and he couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or simply did not care. “Don’t worry, I had time to change my outfit about ten different times,” he chuckled. He let go of the handshake and reached for the door behind him, closing and locking it before they walked to his car. “It’s very nice out tonight, right? Where will we be going tonight?” Vegetta asked nervously, gazing at Foolish as he sat down on the passenger seat
Foolish glanced at Vegetta, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, about that,” he chuckled to himself, Vegetta’s expression filled with confusion. “I might have forgotten to make the reservation, I um… yeah, I forgot.” Vegetta's eyes were now filled with disappointment; he was trying to be okay with his lateness, but now this? What were they even doing then? “But don’t worry,” he said nervously, “We can…We can find somewhere; not every place needs a reservation, right?” Foolish stumbles on his words as he starts the car. Vegetta can tell he is frustrated, but this just made him overthink. Did Foolish even want to do this date night?
“It’s Friday night…I’m sure most places are packed.” He couldn't help but show his frustration. “How could you just… forget?” he said almost in a whisper. “You could’ve called me and asked me to do it if you are that busy,” he emphasized his words; he noticed Foolish’s frustration. It was an honest mistake, but Vegetta didn’t see it any other way than him showing responsibility and a lack of caring.
“Look, I know I fucked up, okay?” Foolish raised his voice slightly. “We can drive around. I know a few places downtown, and I'm sure we’ll find a spot.”
Vegetta sighed, patience is a virtue, one he did not have for people with little to no sense of urgency like Foolish, whatever excitement and nervousness he had for this date with him soon began to fade, maybe they weren’t made for each other. “Sounds good,” Vegetta said excitedly, forcing a smile towards his date.
Before they could even get going, the sound of Foolish’s phone startled them both, and it was unnecessarily loud. Foolish awkwardly looked at Vegetta for a few seconds as if he was waiting for approval to pick up his phone. “Just answer.” Vegetta scoffed.
“Hey! Um, hi, I'm a little busy right now.” Foolish responded, stumbling on his words. He glanced at Vegetta. Whatever was being said on the other side of the call was gibberish, but Vegetta could tell something was up just based on his body language.
“Oh, you know, something came up tonight, some um…plans.” He chuckled. “Is that so?” He said that almost as a whisper, he glanced at Vegetta again. “Well, how long are you willing to wait because I might be available later” Vegetta frowned at that comment. Was he already making plans when they weren’t even out of the parking lot? “Is that so?” Foolish said teasingly to whoever was on the other side of the call, “Your place or mine?” His voice slightly deepened. “Perfect, I'll let you know when I'm free.” He chuckled as he heard back from the person on the call, hanging up and putting his phone in his pocket
Vegetta’s gaze was widened. What the fuck was that? He was willing to forget everything: his lateness, his lack of worry, the fact that he did not plan for a reservation or place to go, but making plans to go meet up with god knows who while he was in the car made his blood boil “What was that?” Vegetta scoffed, crossing his arms. “It's a joke, right? You cannot be serious right now.”
“Oh, come on,” Foolish responded. “We are just going on a date. It's not like we are official I’m allowed to meet up with friends.” He paused slightly before saying “friends,” well, knowing that call was more than an innocent encounter. “Look, I said yes to this date because I heard great things about you, and I really do want to get to know you; let’s not make things awkward, dude.”
“I’m the one making things awkward?” Vegetta raised his voice. “You made plans right in front of my face after you made me wait like an idiot for an hour,” He scoffed, unlocking his seatbelt. “You know what, Foolish, it’s fine, you are free to do whatever more interesting plans you have going on, this was a terrible idea.” He didn’t think the date was a terrible idea, but he was disappointed and angry enough to say so
“Hey, don’t look at me pal this was all Cellbit and Roier’s idea. I think it’s better not to waste each other's time,” He scoffed, gripping the steering wheel.
“You already wasted my time, idiot.” Vegetta left the car and slammed the door. Foolish left with a quick goodbye, leaving an uneasy feeling in him. After all that awkwardness and anger, he couldn't help but feel his chest tightening. Maybe he was unsure about the date, but he had some slight hope that he could meet someone special, it turns out Foolish wasn’t the one. He picked up his phone and quickly dialed Roier. He quickly told him about the events that had just unfolded, and they talked and joked on the phone for a while after
“But you’re okay, though right?” Roier asked before ending the call with a soft, reassuring voice “Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Vegetta paused, and a soft chuckle came out of him before responding.
“ Just make sure I never have to see him again. ”