Chapter 1
Once upon a time in a far-away land, there was a young boy, one that all new well and dis-liked. His name was Rhubol. Now, Rhubol was no ordinary boy, you see, he was what he liked to call "fifty shades of fucked up". Now nobody really understood why he called himself this but I'm going to share with you his dark story.
Rhubol was born in January 1997on Planet Vegeta to what some might call a very dysfunctional family. His father was extremely malevolent and was short-tempered and generally mean. His mother had no intention of having a family. However, for Rhubol's benefit they tried to be a family but to no avail. Obviously as it was only July 1997, 6 month old Rhubol knew not of what was going on and crawled around like nothing had ever changed. Sadly, his mother and father split up and this was when things started to get out of control.
July 9th 1997
"Look I don't see what your fucking problem is you bitch!" Rhubol's father screamed after slamming her head into the table.
"Uhh, just get the hell away from me you…you…you, BASTARD!" She whimpered as she staggered away from him. "I just don't want a bloody family. I'm not ready for one yet."
"Well boo fucking hoo. Is that what you said to his brothers' father or his sisters' father? NO! They left you because they saw you for what you really are."
"Yeah? Well what was that then you prick?"
"A self-centered and selfish whore!" He yelled
Meanwhile on Planet Earth
Masamune was born in May 1997; she has a fascinating future ahead of her but no one knows it. YET.
Back on Planet Vegeta
Now All the while whilst his un-godly parents were arguing, Rhubol was in the play room playing with his teddy bear, Goku. As Rhubol was small, he didn't really know how to care for things and because of all the violence he had seen in the short time that he'd been alive, he always tried to beat Goku the bear up but always ended up losing for some unknown reason.
"Really? I'm the selfish one am I? You're the one who doesn't give a shit what happens to that bastard child. And do you know what? If you don't want it, you can put it in fucking care!"
And with what, Rhubol's mother stormed out of the room with her case, slammed the front door and got into her Volkswagen Beetle and drove until she ran out of fuel.
Back in the house Rhubol's father was depressed. He sat down and rolled a cigarette after fetching his son.
"We're on our own kiddo. I don't care what that bitch said, I'm not giving you away. You're lucky really. You're the only one I've kept."
But him being down I the dumps didn't really last long and soon he was back to being the raving lunatic that he always was and is. What Rhubol didn't realize, was that this was to be the worst 16 years of his life to come