"Broken Boundaries:
Chapter One;
Intolerable"

"Unbelievable..." He thought, rubbing his hands on his temples. "I will never understand how that woman is ever content with herself; that was just asking for someone to get herself so drunk she'd be rapped...but then again, it's highly unlikely anyone's able, but that was still wrong!" He added, only piling onto the annoyances that laid jumbled inside of his head.

Here stood a young boy, slightly shorter than four and half feet tall by an inch or two, with turquoise eyes, and short, spiked white hair. He was skinny, but he clearly had some muscle on him, so he didn't appear weak. The boy wore a black t-shirt, with the collar up and covering his neck. He also had on a pair of gray skinni jeans, as well as a pair of brown shoes. The expression on his face could only be read as a mixture between annoyance and disgust.

"Heh, look at what at what we have here!"

"A kid?"

"What? Did he lose his mommy and daddy?"

The boy stopped walking in alarm of hearing the three voices, having but turned around to only meet face-to-face with a balled fist, which succeeded in hitting his left eye. He fell back, a gasping breath escaping his lungs having been caught off guard. The boy looked up and saw the three of them; all of them were males, and all of them where wearing white uniforms. "Shit!" He thought.

The boy moved to grab an item out of his pocket whilst quickly getting back to his feet. "Get him, you idiots!" The one farthest back yelled just as the youngest there was about to make a move.

The two stooges attacked ever so promptly, and he was barely able to evade them, however the third had done against; appearing as if from out of nowhere behind him, attacking immediately after, and sending him crashing into a tree. This in turn caused the object in his hand; a green spherical candy, for what it appeared; which bounced and rolled several feet away.

After recuperating, he quickly got back up, eying the direction the object that had just fell out of his grip due to the harsh blow. His head bleeding and his back sore, he extended his right arm with his right hand open whilst the second held the arm in place as the boy yelled: "Hado #31: Shakkaho!"

In that instant, a powerful red energy shot out at the three, causing all to move in order to evade it. The instant he saw the reaction, he advanced for it. "Not so fast, kid!" He heard, being pulled up by the back of the collar of his shirt before being dropped in a powerful knee to the stomach.

He gasped as he hit the ground, grabbing his stomach and trying to get on his feet, only to find himself unable to even get out of his crouching position. He looked up, noticing the three mean standing over him, surrounding him. "Heh, this is gonna be fun!"

In the proud settlement of West City, Vegeta stood in the training facility of Capsule Corporation; his home in which he lived with his loving wife, and adorable son, who had recently turned three, and whom of which had looked up to the Saiyan prince in hopes of starting his own training soon.

Whilst practicing against the robotics that helped improve his strength, he couldn't help but smirk. He did care about his family; that was something that would never change. Despite how he never showed it, he couldn't have asked for something better. Bulma was always supportive as well as protective of him; sure they fought sometimes, but that was only whenever she thought he was pushing himself too much, or when she thought he was eating too much. Other than that, she made him happy, and he vice versa. Trunks had only just started and so far, he didn't regret becoming a father. The only thing he could hope for is that his son continued to look up to him in the future as he does now.

The session was over, much to his disliking, and Vegeta had decided to call it quits for five minutes to get some fresh air. It was relaxing to him, despite his almost never changing expression that he kept plastered on his face. He found it a good way to calm his nerves on matters that didn't exactly anger him, but more less made him worried (not anything he'd say aloud, that was certain).

He stood on the roof of his home, looking out onto the city and taking in a breath of peaceful air. He may as well treasure it; he wasn't always going to be blessed with peaceful days like today, and he knew this. Sure, he enjoyed a good fight, but it was also nice to sit back every now and again and enjoy the still moments because the fact of the matter was that he never knew when they'd be interrupted.

A strange feeling ran over him, making him turn his head in the direction of the woodland. This energy was strong, and it was certainly not something he had felt before. Closing his eyes, he felt that it came from a group, no more than five or six, at best, and from what he could tell, at least one of them was certainly losing the fight he was in.

The Saiyan Prince, not particularly liking the idea of leaving situations like this alone, flew off as to see what the hell was going on. He didn't take risks, especially if he was sensing a fight going down.

He didn't have to go that far, but he was still outside of West City by quite a few miles. When he stopped, he found himself staring at what he thought was the most pathetic display of power in his life. Beneath him, three grown men in white uniforms were knocking around a child ruthlessly, and laughing while they did so.

He didn't know if the boy was conscious from his distance, but even still, he couldn't accept this. Who'd they think they were? This was just a kid, after all, and they were using their strengths as to torture the other ruthlessly probably until he was dead, and watching just felt sick to him. Had he been his old self he wouldn't have cared, but he was a father with much more responsibility, so as he watched this, he was quickly reminded of his three year old son at home, and without realizing it, had went down after the lot.

To the three, all they felt were a good few punches in what felt like seconds; hitting into trees, rocks, and/or dirt due to the collision of their bodies with the saiyan's fist. When they got up, they found themselves staring at the man, whom of which had lied the boy down against a distant tree before redirecting his attention towards them.

"Get him!" One of them ordered. They charged forward at a quick pace, but Vegeta was faster, charging after them with nothing but his brute strength, and managing to evade all of their attacks with ease, and hitting them back thrice as hard. He was well able to handle them, and he found it degrading that he had to waste his strength on them, but he was not gonna allow a child to be killed because of his pride.

It took less than ten minutes for the three to understand that Vegeta was definitely no ordinary opponent, and once they did, their confidence froze into fear and hesitation, not exactly sure what to do. The latter of the group was just waiting for the next strike, still more than willing to fight. After what felt like hours one yelled: "Fall back!" And in a flash, all three disappeared both from Vegeta's mind, and from his senses; indicating him that the fight was over.

He turned back to the child, who looked paler than when he first put him there. Protective instincts beginning to heighten once again, he raced over to him, checking on his vitals first to make sure he was still alive before looking over his injuries. He was alright for now, but with all the blood and the severity of his injuries he needed medical attention, and fast.

Vegeta was about to take the boy to the hospital, only remembering the reason as to why he had even showed up. The strange energy he felt earlier was still unexplained, and the three that could originally had left the building, and Vegeta couldn't afford to go look for them while the kid was practically half dead. he thought it best to keep an eye on him, until he got some answers, that is...

With that decided, he flew back to Capsule Corp to get the kid medical treatment. Once he got there, he went to call for his wife to aid him with the technology to help heal the boy, only to find a note on the counter saying that she was heading out with Chi-Chi to shop for a few things for Trunks, and something about her having to be there to control Roshi while they were out.

Cursing under his breath, the man knew that now he'd have to treat him the old fashioned way. It wasn't that he didn't know how, it's just that it was slower than what he'd like, and it also meant having to wait longer for the child to recover physically. However, the choice wasn't exactly his to make; if he didn't do it now, who knew how long it'd take for him to bleed out.

So, with great reluctance, Vegeta took the boy to the bathroom; using the shower head to rinse most of the blood off the boy, before stripping him out of his now both torn and wet clothing, before applying a disinfectant cream to his wounds before properly bandaging them. He noted that the boy had a pretty harsh head injury, which he had to stitch a bit before promptly wrapping the boy's forehead in gauze. After dressing the child in some of his old clothes, Vegeta picked the boy up in his arms once more, before bringing him to the guest room, and placing him in the bed to rest.

Once that was , he grabbed the chair in front of the desk, setting it next to the bed before sitting down in it, himself. He looked down at him, getting a better look at him. The kid was shorter than him by a foot, and if not that, then slightly more than that. He had shining white hair, and his skin complexion was a pale cream color. Despite being small and practically covered in bandages, he could easily see that the boy had a muscle build on him, and from what he could tell by the boy's injuries, he definitely didn't end up like that without a fight.

He sat back against the chair, crossing his arms and placing on his signature smirk. Just what kind of opponent was he versing, now?...