Disclaimer: I'm going to give myself a blood transfusion and become a super saiyan, THEN I'LL TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND MAKE FUNimation AND Akira Toriyama GIVE ME DRAGON BALL Z!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -, But until then, I don't own Dragon Ball Z, sad isn't it.

Anyway,

Never Again

Chapter Three

Forced Innocence

Vegeta sat down on his bed. His mom had allowed him to stay home to day on account of the large bruise going down his face. She knew that if the teachers saw it and said something Vegeta Sr. would kill them both, no hesitation. Vegeta pulled his knees up to his chest, put his arms around his legs, and let his head drop onto his kneecaps. His father would be home soon. He wasn't home after he got off from work, which means he probably went to some bar. He's usually home by 11:30 if that's the case. It was now 11:23. He dreaded the rest of the night that was to come.

His door opened slowly and hesitantly.  It was his mother. She always acted kind of shy around Vegeta. Vegeta thought that it was probably because he shared the same name as his father and/or he was a man and she wasn't sure of how to talk and be around men anymore. He felt so much sorrow. He couldn't block out the feeling that something terrible and good at the same time was going to happen, but he did think that it had something to do with his mother. Terrible things come in threes is what his mother used to say. That was before Vega, his younger sister, died in the crash, and before his father started beating them. There were two terrible things. His mother had also told him that terrible things cause other terrible things. His sister, a daddy's little girl, died and triggered his father's abusing habits. What would his father trigger?

His mother sat down on the bed and hesitantly put her arm around him.

"He'll be home soon," Vegeta said slowly and quietly.

Whenever Vegeta talked to his mother they never talked about him, ever. Vegeta thought this might be the first and last time. The words: abuse and rape weren't used in his family. Only the words: just dessert.

Then they heard a car pull into the driveway. The back door slammed shut and then close again.

"Woman, brat! Get your asses down here!"

Vegeta gave his mother an encouraging look that soon faded into dismay as he heard his father stomp up the stairs. A door slammed down the hall. His father was looking for his mother. There was stomping coming towards his door. The door flew open and his father thundered in grabbing his mother by the shirt.

"Come on brat," he said gruffly.

Vegeta followed quickly not wanting his father to be mad and throw his mother somewhere. His father was already shaking his mother violently saying something he couldn't quite hear in a low, deadly tone. They walked down the steps and into the living room. Vegeta's father threw his mother on to the couch and slapped her on the face harshly.

"Bitch! Next time I tell you not to move you better know I damn well mean it!"

He slapped her again and then knocked her to the ground with the back of his hand. He kicked her in the side too hard for Vegeta's comfort, not that any of this was satisfying his comfort. He heard a snap and crack as his father kicked her again even harder. He couldn't believe his once loving and caring father was doing this. It just couldn't be happening. It couldn't. After ten minutes her face was bruised, a little bit bloody and she was clutching her side. His father picked her up and motioned for Vegeta to follow. They went outside and got into the car. They drove to the hospitable in an uneasy silence. Vegeta and his mother afraid to speak and his father evidently thinking he was too good to speak. When they walked into the doors of the hospital on the E.R. side of the building people's heads turned to stare at the woman who was limping in with the assistance of her son and loving husband. A nurse led his mother away into a back room and Vegeta followed. His father couldn't do anything to him in a public place.

The R.N. asked his mother insurance questions and she answered obediently. His mother told the nurse she had slipped and fell down the stairs. The looked at her skeptically. Vegeta saw the nurse look into the waiting room a few times while she was bandaging his mother. He had a feeling she knew. 'Please God let her know,' Vegeta prayed, 'please.' She hadn't done anything yet. He hoped she would.

As they left the nurse told Vegeta's parents to go ahead, she wanted to talk to Vegeta.

"Did he hit her, Vegeta?" she asked, the comforting quality of her evident in her voice.

"I can't talk to you. I have to go. He'll get mad if I do," Vegeta said trying to sound as frightened as he could. He thought it was defiantly working. The nurse looked at him concerned. She had seen this family in the E.R. way too many times, and the father was never the one hurt. Maybe he was tough, or maybe not.

*Just tell the nurse you slipped and fell

It starts to sting as it starts to swell

She looks at you… she wants the truth

It's right out there in the waiting room with those hands

Lookin' just as sweet as he can… never again*

Well that's it for this chapter. Thanks for reading and pleaz review.

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Ja Ne,

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