Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Dragonball Z, nor any of the songs mentioned in the story, etc. But I do own the OC(s) in this story, and the awesome plotline which came from an amazing dream I had. This disclaimer will count for the entire story (yes, i am that lazy)

Prologue: Jesus of Suburbia

The duo ran southward towards the highway, their only escape route. The snow covered brush they ran through became stained with any blood they had left in them. The faster of the two made a pathway for the other to follow by, knowing he was too weak and tired, and may collapse at any minute. The first looked back at the other, noting how he had a very obvious limp and clutched his bloodied arm.

"You have to keep going, Ches! We're only a few yards away!" the first yelled back. The blonde man, named Chester, shook his head and fell to his knees. The first cursed under his breath and made his way back to his fallen friend.

By the time he arrived, Chester was on all fours breathing heavily. "This is going to kill me," he heaved, "Vegeta, just go. They're after you, not me." With that said, Chester began to cough up blood and the snow became a dark crimson, only seen as black in the darkness. Vegeta dropped to his knees beside him, with his own blood starting to leave its mark as well. Shit, Vegeta thought, he can't go any further, and I'm in no shape to carry someone. He stared at Chester's heaving, and then turned to the sky for help. The stars, shimmering with undying light, began to fade behind a cloud filled with snow, making Vegeta feel like they had nothing left for their journey. He sat there for a few moments and tried not to think about what may happen to them. In the background, with his acute hearing he heard sirens and the growling of animals come their way. Clenching his eyes and fists, he tried to remember when his life wasn't as complicated; when Chester became involved, everything had changed.

Years earlier...

A younger image of Vegeta, no more than 14, stared out his foster parents' car window. He watched the rain trail down and to the back with the direction of the wind, and traced a drop's path with his finger. Vegeta was new to a life without his parents, and from leaving a city he had been living in as long as he can remember. They had unfortunately died in a freak accident when he wasn't home, and with no other relatives he was thrown across the country.

He began to focus on the scenery outside the car instead of the water, and saw he was in the residential streets of his new town. His foster parents had driven out to Cincinnati to pick him up, claiming it would be fun to have their first encounter as a road trip. Vegeta was just glad he would finally have some time to himself. They had (thankfully) been smart enough to know Vegeta would want some space to himself, so they had brought down a motor home. As it had pulled up to the agency, he had a feeling of dread in his stomach, not from the fact that he was leaving, but from the knowledge that he may have to spend some 'quality time' with these strangers. He had to, like many times before, suck up his pride and deal with the situation he was in as much as he despised it. That doesn't mean he'll act like he enjoys it, nor is it a promise for no rebellion in the near future. With a plan to show these people who he really was, he decided not to cause a fuss while they were trapped on an RV for a week or less.

His big headphones from his CD player had kept him sane for the trip, and he was able to block out the incessant chattering that he had learned his 'parents' loved to do. His attention was again redirected as his 'mother' tapped him on the shoulder and he had to leave his realm of Guns N Roses for a brief period.

"We're almost home, Veggie!" she said sweetly to him. Vegeta's eye twitched from the new nickname he had been bestowed during the trip, and answered her by placing his headphones back on his head. No shit, once the car is parked in a driveway I think I'll know that I'm 'home' Vegeta thought. He returned to tracing the water lines on his window which had begun to decrease. Vegeta had planned earlier to take a walk around to learn of the people and what the town had to offer.

The RV had finally pulled to a stop outside an older house with a white picket fence. Vegeta felt his stomach drop again when he realized how much worse this could be. Looking around, he noticed how the other houses were the same as this one. "I'm the devil in suburbia," he muttered.

This is only the prologue of the story. The beginning will be explained once it comes to that part in the story, as well as Chester's role in the story. Unfortunately I am nearing my midterms in high school, so I may not post as often as you wish. I may get another out by the end of next week, but don't hold me to that. I like to think through my chapters and the development of the story, so I will take my time with that. Until next time, ciao.