It has been one entire year since, that horrible video appeared that ruined the lives of four innocent people. And ever since these four have been hurting in silence.

Vegeta since then has stopped talking. He's labeled himself as the outcast. He has no friends. He seems to think nobody loves him anymore. He's put himself in this situation. And there is not an escape from it anymore.

Kakarot or now known as Goku is not the kind person he once was. He used to smile everyday for no reason. Just to smile. But now his face has a permanent frown. That will never be replaced. He has nothing to smile about. Nothing at all.

Turles is your usual case of the bad boy. Where he has gone, the things he has did and seen. There is no returning to his natural sweet state. There is no turning back. Not anymore.

Broly the sweet little angel now sour to the core. He used to be hurt by others people's pain but now he laughs at their despair. Once so sweet now so cruel and evil.

They each had a wonderful life before that dreadful day. Their future once so bright is now as dull as ever. I truly wish I could tell you this story will have a happy ending, but even I don't know. But I know that they all are hurting. Badly.

~Beginning of 12th Grade Year~

A young man with tan stocking and blue jean shorts walks up the hallway. People hurried to move out of his way. Scared they would get hurt in some form of fashion. But at the end of the hallway was another young man. His head phones in his ear to ignore the world. He wore a black leather jacket with the tight pants to match. The two crossed paths.

"Ummm. 'Cuse me. You in my way. So move." One said.

The other didn't hear. Causing everybody to question the other's rep around the school. Mr. Shorts grabbed the back of the black leather jacket and pushed the said person up against the locker. When their eyes meant, the world froze.

"Vegeta."

"Broly?"

They announced each other. Vegeta eyes down casted to the floor once he noticed he was getting attention.

"Hey, isn't that the hoe from the vid last year?" One bystander asks.

Vegeta slowly backs up into the locker. He looks into the eyes. The very judgmental eyes. Vegeta made a run for it. Running into the head cheerleader of the school. They both fell. Vegeta was suddenly picked up and slammed into a wall.

"Fuck is your problem, short stack?" The football player asked.

"Please, just let me go." Vegeta said in a quiet voice.

"Vegeta?" Someone in the background said.

Out of all people he had to run into it had to be him.

"Hey, Goku. You know this slut." The football player said.

"Yea. Put him down." said Goku.

"But he ran into my girlfriend. At last let me rough him up."

"I said put him down. Or would you like to be playing sideline for the rest of the semester."

Vegeta was released and he slid down the wall on the floor not even bothering to look up.

"Leave us." Goku said.

They did as told and left. Leaving only Goku and Vegeta.

"So, how are you?" Goku asked.

"..." Goku was meet by a quietness.

"Look, I know were not friends and all but I would like an explanation for last year."

"...Go to hell. And take your little bitch to." Vegeta said.

Goku frowned and turned to walk away. Not looking back. Not once. Not even to see Vegeta cry.