Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ!
"VEGETA! VEGETA GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" yelled a voice downstairs.
"I'm right here father. What is it?" came a small gruff voice.
Down came a young looking boy, no older than 11. His skin was a light tan and had some small cuts and bruises on them. His hair came up as a flame, he also had little side bangs. THe hair was a deep black color. His eyes was an ebony color, they also had dark circles underneath them, due to lack of sleep. His figure was skinny and slightly built.
"I just got a letter from your school." said the boys father.
"And?" Vegeta questioned.
"It said you picked another fight."
"The puny kid started it! I was there, minding my own business when suddenly-"
"No more excuses!"
"Its not an excuse! Its the truth!" Vegeta argued.
"Really?"
"Yes! Gosh, you must be growing old or you're just plain dumb." Vegeta muttered.
"What you say brat!" his father bellowed as he raised his hand up, ready to slap him.
"And maybe its also affecting his hearing." Young Vegeta joked.
Just as said, his father slapped him, hard. The mark was bright red and the force of the slap caused Vegeta to stumble back.
"No matter what the situation was, you still picked a fight with the kid! If you ever want to take over the family business, you have to have a clean slate first!" his father scolded.
"Yes father." Vegeta stated sarcastically.
That earned a punch. The force form the blow caused Vegeta to crash to the wall. All the things hanging in the wall crashed in Vegeta. Pictures, decorations, everything, on Vegeta. The picture frames all crashed on his head, causing him to scream out.
The noise caused his mother rushing down the stairs.
"What is this commotion about- oh my God!" his mother exclaimed.
She rushed over towards Vegeta and helped him up. She gasped as she saw the huge gash on his forehead. It was spilling a lot of blood.
"Oh my God, Veggie! What happened to you?" his mother asked in a worried tone.
"Stop babying the brat, Seripa." said Vegeta's father.
"I would if I know that you wouldn't always hit him!" she said, dropping her son on the floor.
"Don't you dare question what I do to him!"
"Stop with that excuse Vegeta!" Seripa scolded her husband.
"And another thing, why did you name him after you? Its so damn confusing!" she ranted.
"Stop with that!" his father boomed. "You always complain constantly and I'm sick of it!" his father said as he grabbed his wife's arm.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" she screamed as she tried squirming her way out of his grasp.
"This is the last time you, and that insufferable brat disrespect me, EVER again!" he said as he slapped his wife across her face.
He let go of her as she fell to her knees. She was touching where he had slapped her. She came back to reality when she saw her husband heading towards their son.
"NO!" she cried as she grabbed his wrist.
"Unhand me wench!" Vegeta's father yelled.
"Vegeta, RUN!" was his mother's last request before she got punched.
Young Vegeta nodded but hesitated. Seeing this, his mother ran up to him and pushed him before his father could get to him first. Vegeta got the drift and did as his mother told him, he ran. He went bursting out the door. A voice in his head told him not to look back, but he did so anyway. When he turned to look his eyes widened and tears started to form. Through the window he saw his mother being beaten and yelled at. In a blink of an eye, his father sent one last blow to the face before his mother fell to the ground, unmoving.
Vegeta's eyes widened and he sobbed quietly in sorrow. Dead. His mother, dead. How cold his father be so cruel? Why would he kill mother? All these thoughts made Vegeta's blood boil. He didn't want to go back to his father. He was cruel and mean, and he killed his mother!
Up ahead he saw some train tracks. In the distance he heard a train whistle. Perfect. He would join his mother and escape his hateful life.
He saw the train and grinned coldly. He stepped onto the tracks, closing his eyes and awaited peaceful death. He heard the train, it was close, too close. He opened one of his eyes and saw it was at the track right next to him. He blinked, he could've sworn that the train was coming through this track.
When the train passed by, he saw a little girl about his age, pulling a lever and released it was she was sure that the train was gone. She was beautiful. She had long lavender hair, stopped at about mid-back, looking like it would turn blue soon, judging by the blue streaks in her hair. Her eyes were cerulean. She had a petite yet slightly muscular figure.
"Are you all right?" she asked as she rushed towards him
"Y-yeah, just fine." he replied.
"What did you think you were doing? Never cross a track when a train is coming!" she yelled.
"Stop your babbling girl!" Vegeta said as he covered his ears.
"My names not 'girl', its Bulma. B-U-L-M-A. BULMA!"
"Whatever." Vegeta scoffed.
"Whats yours?" Bulma asked.
He eyed her before looking at her eyes.
"Vegeta Ouji."
"Vegeta, eh? Well, next time be more careful!" she said as she turned around, leaving.
"I didn't get a last name!" he yelled after her.
"Briefs!" she yelled. Within a second, she was out of sight.
Bulma Briefs. I hope we see each other again.
