I do not own these characters. But I will after I buy them off Akira Toriyama!! I made this story when I was really depressed, and it's completely finished and edited. I'm just going to put a chapter up every other day. I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it!
Trying to hold on
You didn't even know
We're wasting it all
Just to watch you go
Linkin Park
"I HATE YOU!" A man's voice echoed through the hall. "I hate you, this city, this planet and everyone on it! I'm leaving; it's what I should have done years ago!" A sobbing woman sank to the floor, clutching the man's shirt.
"Please Vegeta! Don't leave! We can talk it out! Please Vegeta!"
"Get off me woman!" He grasped her hair and drew her up close to his face. There was heated passion in his eyes she had never seen before.
"All of this, fighting to protect, staying guarded and out of blood and battle, I'm sick of it!"
"NO VEGETA! DON'T LEAVE! THAT'S NOT THE REAL REASON AND YOU KNOW IT! I LOVE YOU VEGETA!"
"That's the largest illusion of yet!" I am a Saiyan warrior! I do not love humans!" She ran to block the door.
"Move woman!"
"No! I won't let you leave me! I love you Vegeta!" He took hold of her shirt, pulling her closer.
"Love is an illusion for the weak Bulma! Learn it, and deal with it!" He tossed her aside. "Vegeta..." she whispered weakly, "...please..." Her face was tearstreaked. He turned to the door once more. Lightening and thunder crashed midst the rain. A small boy, no more than seven ran to the door to block the exit.
"Trunks, NO!" The boy did not heed his mother's plead.
"Take me with you Daddy! Don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks as he tugged on his father's gi. The man snarled.
"Do you know what I hate most about this world woman? HIM!" A white gloved finger came down to point squarely at the boy's nose.
"Move!" He ordered.
"No Daddy, I won't move! I won't let you leave! I-I'll...I'll fight you!" He took a fighting stance and his hair turned blonde.
"Very well."
"NO TRUNKS! MOVE! TRU-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" The child coughed and spit up slightly as a fist plowed into his stomach, rendering him weak. The Prince picked up the boy by his collar and handed him to his mother growling,
"This is your child. I want nothing to do with him." He walked out the door and escaped into the black clouds. The woman collapsed beside her son. The boy struggled to his knees. He looked over at his unconscious mother. Anger and hatred boiled inside him.
"I hate you Dad, I'll never forgive you."
It has been five years since that day, and so, our tale begins...