After several years of writing nothing I think I finally found a new inspiration. Hope my old fans will try this out and maybe some new people might give it a go!
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Their match was the biggest event ever. Those who were seated stood up; those who saw it on TV regretted not being there. The two boys were fighting like no one had ever seen. Flying around, punching and hitting with beyond human force. Only two women seated in the crowd, were not surprised. One had already seen such and much more serious fights in the past, the other knew about her families fighting past as well. Pan accompanied by her grandson's friends watched with amusement as little Goku was becoming more and more alike to the real Goku, her beloved grandfather. Bulla the descendent of the Brief's family, was wondering in awe if her ancestor Vegita was equally frantic about fighting. Her son Vegita was a handful, proud, arrogant, and competently different in appearance then her ex-husband. She had always wondered where his traits came from. Little did she know that the old lady sitting next to her might know the answers to many questions flying through her head ever since her stubborn long tailed son was born.
The fight between the two boys was heated, they both soon realised that in that current form a victory could never be reached. So Vegita took things into his hands and quickly transformed, becoming "blond" as he would call it.
The other boy just smiled and did exactly the same; he too had become a Super Saiyan.
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That day was long gone, Vegita the only son of Bulla Leigh, President of the Capsule Corporation, was trying to maintain his cool while at school.
Ever since he lost at the World Martial Arts Tournament lots of the boys picked on him, trying to get him into a fight. They would stalk him around the school, and say stupid irritating stuff which only made the boy more agitated and willing to kick their asses. But he had to keep him calm; he knew that if he had been thrown out of one more school his mother would most probably kill him. She couldn't understand the pressure he was under. For her fighting was acceptable but not most important. She cared about his grades, about his perspectives, but for her the loss at the Tournament was just a new reason for him train more, and not to sulk around because of it. She didn't have to go to school, where practically every student and teacher had watched the tournament and all knew about his failure. Almost all of them were laughing about it.
"Hey did you see that little brat anywhere? I'm bored" He heard just around the corner. He knew he was short for his age, but yet that did not influence his strength.
"He's right over there!" Vegita growled hearing that his location wasn't safe anymore.
"Hey Chibi where are you going?" Taro, a big overgrown brute and his biggest stalker appeared from around the corner.
"Are you crying for your Mummy, just like in that Tournament?" He asked with viciousness.
"Are you pissing your pants already?" Grumpy Vegita replied, trying as hard as possible to stay calm.
"And what could a weak useless little brat like you do?" The bigger opponent shoved at the boy.
Vegita noticed that he had been surrounded, in front was the big meathead Toru, behind he could feel two of the bully's friends come at him. Yuuma and Ayumu were Toru's keen followers, especially when it came to following Vegita.
He thought of options to avoid them altogether, he could fly up, but his mom forbid him to do such things at school, and for sure the boys would talk about it a lot and she would find out anyway. His inward deliberation was soon interrupted by two hands trying to grab him from behind; instinctively he kicked the person behind him, and blocked the strike Toru was trying to make. And he immediately knew he blew it.
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"Miss Leigh this is completely unacceptable, your son's behaviour has reached my limit of tolerance." The headmaster was shaking with repulsion because of the new fight which took place not long ago in the school yard.
"But my son was only defending himself!" Bulla interrupted the headmaster.
"Defending himself? It was no less than a fight! If he was attacked he should have came to any teacher or me, and we would solve the issue, but instead he beat those boys so badly that we had to call an ambulance!" The headmaster yelled.
An ambulance? Bulla thought just for minor bruises? She believed her son when he said he was attacked, and she knew that if he really wanted to hurt them there would be three funerals not some plasters and bandages.
"I will not take any more from you" She said with the tone of authority in her voice. "You cannot control the children in your school, thus this is not the right place for my son." Bulla grabbed her bag and walked out of the office. Without a word Vegita followed her, and they go in the car.