Hi! I'm Evil Karyta. It is my first fanfic ever and to the top of it English is not my first language so you might find some mistake in it. It is my first part so tell me it you like it or no. And I want to thanks my friend Cath for her help.
Take my pain away
.Words, definitely bad words echoed through the Capsule. Corps mansion. Tow voices, female and male both harsh and obviously beyond angers. Each paroles, sentences and words held deep hatred in it. It was so strong that you could almost touch it.
"Maybe if you wasn't that much of a bakayaro you could be almost bearable. But then again, almost."
" And if you wasn't as loud mouthed as you are I would be training right now."
"Oh and I'm a loud mouth now." Hurled the female voice.
"Not now, you always are." Straight back the man voice.
It was Bulma and Vejita who were arguing for something they had forgotten because it was about an hour that they were on like this. Each one trying to get the upper hand on the other.
"As if you could talk 'Oh Mighty Prince of Nothing'. I'm sure the walls had shacked s lot by now." Yelled the blue haired woman.
"And I'm proud of it. This prove once again that I'm better than you." Said the ouji smirking.
"That's your problem Vejita. You god forsaken proud! If you could put it away some times I'm sure Chikyuu would just be better."
"As if I care for that ball of shit you dare call a planet." Spited the Saiya-jin.
"So why do you stay here and annoy us? Oh yeah! I forgot. You don't have anywhere to go now. You're homeless."
This last sentence seemed to hurt him a lot. It was as if she had take his heart out of his chest and crushed it right before his very eyes. He hardly stopped a growl of pain from escaping his throat. How dare she! He thought. With rage in his eyes he clenched his powerful fist and drove it in the wall an inch from Bulma's face. Vejita moved his face toward hers so there noses almost touched.
"You see that wall? He whispered hatefully. I could crush you just like that with out any thoughts and feelings. Do you know why I didn't?"
She shocked her head, too afraid to say a simple word. He could kill her right here and there.
"The reason is : I want to see you suffer, has much as I do. I want to see that ugly face of yours clench in pain. Those horrible eyes red and puffy from your loud and annoying cries. I want you to feel the exact same pain I am suffering for so long. That is the reason. I want your life to be an hell like mine is."
She dare looked in his cold coal eyes. She could see the hurt and deep pain in them. She could hear the cries he been refrain in all those years of emptiness. She could feel his loneliness so deep into his soul. It was almost unbearable to her. She could feel it so clearly. A hot tear drop from her blue eyes. Not a tear of pity, no it was one of understanding.
She than regretted all the words, paroles and sentences she had told him. How could I know? He never say a word aside of insults. Her mind told her. Even if the hurt Bulma felt when she looked in his eyes was so intense she couldn't turn away. She suddenly felt cold, then hot and every thing turn black.
The young woman felt her self falling in the dark until she hit the hard ground with an big 'thud' . She heard an other 'thud' by her side. She lift her head in the direction of the sound. A young child laid there. He had his back turned to her and was shacking in pain. Blood was everywhere around him like a pool of deep red water. An evil laugh came to her ears.
"What is the matter chibi ouji?"
The kid tried to get up but collapsed. He tried again but only succeed to sit up. He spited out some blood and warped his mouth with the back of his hand and weakly get on his feet. His legs were shaking but he finally get in a fighting position.
It was dark and Bulma could hardly see. However she could make out the features of the boy. He was small with spiky black hair, or so she thought. His clothes looked like rags and a tail that moved angrily back and forth. The small being seem to fight against the will to laid down.
"You want a other round?" Asked the voice.
"I… I won't… fall this…time." Said the boy weakly.
"I doubt that monkey boy."
"Kisama …Stop.. calling me… that. I'm… the Saiya-jin no… ouji. The strongest of… of my race…"
"You are lousing you saliva for nothing." Cut of the voice.
After saying that the owner of the voice gave the child a solid punch on the jaw knocking him of. The creature the boy was fighting was tall and green skinned. Bulma recognised him. It was Zarbon, the alien Vejita had killed so coldly when they were on Namekusai. He griped the child by the tail.
"Pitiful thing. I wonder why he keep you around. If it was of me you would be dead for long ago."
The image faded and turn into an other. This time the boy looked a little older. He was standing in front of a man who, looking at him, had been beaten savagely. Zarbon was with him to.
"Kill him." Said the green alien.
"Dooshite?" Asked shyly the child.
"Because he is of no use to us." Replied the man.
"What if I don't want to. I mean, he didn't do anything to me."
"That's not the point. I don't care if he does something to you or not. I'm asking you to kill him and it is not of my business if you want to or not, either. Do as I say and we'll be off for today."
The kid raised his hand in the direction of the beaten man. Blue energy began to form into it. He put it to his gloved finger tips and was about to kill the man but he stopped. The hand felt to his side and he lowered his head to look at his feet.
"I can't. He said shameful."
"Do it or I'll do it, killing you in the same time."
"H…hai!"
This time he left his hand and didn't stopped reducing the poor man to dust. She had the time to see the sorrow expression on the kid face when the image once again faded.
It went on like that for some time. Showing the child been beat out by older men or forced to kill some one until he began to think it was right to do that. Those scenery was horrible to her. All the hatred, the brutality and violence, it felt so real. She was shaking pretty bad at the awful scenes. It was hard to breath to.
Then she heard a voice. It was gentle but she wasn't use to hear it that way. It was odd but she felt calm just by hearing it. The voice said her name. It was like a whisper.
"Come on Bulma! Breath! I'm sure you can do it. Breath damn it!"
Her eyes snapped open wildly and a big 'glup' of air rush in her lungs and she gasped when she saw Vejita concern eyes on her. She was panting heavily. From how long has she stopped breathing, she didn't know but it sure was long enough to worry the Saiya-jin no ouji. She was laying on the floor and he was holding her by the shoulders.
"Ve…Vejita… I'm sorry… so sorry. Now I understand how you feel. It was so horrible. I felt like I was dying."
"What do you mean Woman?"
"I…I saw you when you were little. You was beat up by every one and forced to kill people."
"How… How do you know that?" He said releasing her shoulders.
"I saw you…"
He looked at her. How was that possible for her to see him when he was young. She was human and couldn't read his mind but the way she said she saw him it was like she had been right there. The only way that could had happened was… No! That is nearly impossible. She is human and a weak one on that! It can't be happening. He told himself. Suddenly he felt the urge to go away. So he left her alone in the corridor of her big mansion.