Disclaimer: Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT all belong to Akira Toriyama.
Note: This story has been rated M for violence. If you can't stomach lots of gruesome images I suggest that you not read this.
Prologue
Blood.
That's all he could see.
It covered his hands, his face, and even his clothes.
He stared at the wooden floor from the chair he sat in. His body felt numb and limp.
The visions of what he saw flashed through his mind's eye, causing his fingers to twitch slightly.
The door opened and two tall figures walked in, but he hardly noticed them.
A muffled sound pounded against his eardrum. It gradually got louder and louder, until a voice called his name.
"Vegeta."
He blinked slowly and looked up.
There were two adults standing in front of him—a man and a woman. They were dressed in somewhat casual business attire with shield-shaped badges pinned to their jackets.
"Can you tell us what happened? Do you remember anything?" The man asked.
The woman knelt down in front of him. He averted his eyes from her as she looked at him with pity.
"Vegeta. I know this must be difficult for you." She brought one hand up to brush against his cheek, but he roughly pulled away from her touch.
He sat in the chair, pressing his back against the seat while they watched him quietly.
"My parents…and my brother…" He muttered through his teeth. The visions came back again and he forced his eyes shut in an attempt to expel them from his memory.
The adults remained silent.
"…I remember…gunshots…and blood…"
The woman turned to look at the man standing behind her, shaking her head. He nodded and left the room. She watched him leave and turned back to the boy she was trying to comfort.
"Vegeta…it's alright. It'll be alright." She spoke to him soothingly as she placed her hands on his arms.
After another moment of silence, she stood up.
"We'll arrange for you to have someplace to live for a while. Don't worry. We'll find the people who did this."
She opened the door and turned back to give him a quick glance before leaving him alone.
Vegeta balled his hands into fists digging his fingers into his palms and clenched his teeth. He glared at the wooden planks of the floor. Their bodies were lying on the ground in front of him. A pool of deep red encircled each of them. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stifled a soft whimper. Anger welled up inside of him.
I'll kill them…
His hands gripped the edge of his chair as he murmured a pain-filled promise to himself.
"I'll kill them all…"
Here's a story that I've been working on for quite a while. It came to mind about a year ago and I've been trying to polish the ideas and concept ever since. I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's only a prologue, but I'll try to update this as often as I can. I'd really appreciate it if you could tell what you think by reviewing, and make sure to favorite if you liked it! Thanks :)