Disclaimer: I'm a bedroom hermit who couldn't get a decent job (unless of course it involves singing.) if I wanted too. So if you sue me I'll tell you to kiss my cute little bootylicious ass. ;-
*friends sweat drop*
anyway…
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Never Again
Chapter Four
Names Not Deserved
Vegeta walked out to the car slowly hoping his father hadn't gotten mad at him for staying a few minutes. He opened the back door and got in quietly. He could tell his father was angry.
"What did you tell that bitch, Brat!?" His father had turned around yelling. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare.
"N-n-nothing," Vegeta stuttered out.
"Yeah right, Brat. Tell me the truth," his father said whilst raising his fist angrily.
"V-v-vegeta please leave him be," his mother said quietly while laying a delicate hand on her abusing husband's arm.
"Shut up wench!" Vegeta winced as his mother was thrown to the window of the passenger side. He knew it was no use trying to help her. It would only make it worse. Vegeta quickly thought of something to tell his father.
"The nurse wanted to know if I wanted a sticker and a sucker. I said no," Vegeta said quickly. His father grunted and turned back to face the front. Vegeta heard the roar of the engine and felt the jerk of the car as it lurched forward out of the parking spot.
Nurse Suzanne watched as the little woody wagon sputtered out of the parking spot, away from the hospital, and away from her. 'Poor kid.'
One of his father's drunken buddies was down stairs. His name was Nappa and he was a total ass. Vegeta hated Nappa, he always brought at least two six packs with him. Vegeta hated mostly because of the six packs; there was already enough beer in the house without him. Vegeta heard a sudden screech from down stairs. What Vegeta suspected was probably true. His father was letting Nappa take his mother for a 'joy' ride. His mother screamed again. He couldn't take it anymore. His mother just left the hospital with a bruised face and three broken ribs. He stood up and went towards his bedroom door. He had to do something. He had to. He opened the door and walked out, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
"What do you-uh-want, Brat," Nappa said loudly over the woman who was whimpering under him.
"STOP!!!!" Vegeta screamed it at the top of his lungs. His father looked at him in surprise. Nappa looked at him like he was crazy. His mother just cried. This was the end for her son she just knew it. Vegeta Sr. stomped over to Vegeta appearing to be amused. Vegeta stood strait not flinching at his father's taller stature.
"What did you say Brat," his father mused.
"My name is Vegeta," he answered defiantly.
"Yes, I know, so is mine, but you can call me father, sir," his father mused again.
Vegeta glared at him defiant still, to the last he would stand tall. "I will do no such thing, you don't deserve to be called father. You're just a bastard with an alcohol problem," he answered loudly. His mother cried harder. Nappa laughed. His father… lunged at him.
"How dare you, you ungrateful son of a bitch!" his father yelled while punching him three times across his jaw. When he had finished Vegeta spit up blood and took in some air.
"What are you talking about? You're not a bitch, just a total bastard who wouldn't know his face from a elephant's ass." That was it. His mother knew it was time. Her son was dead meat…
*Father's a name you haven't earned yet
You're just a child with a temper
Haven't you heard "don't hit a lady"?
Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure*
Okay sorry about all the short chapters but I had a good reason this time. I'm totally sick as a dog. I feel like there's going to be a reenactment of my lunch soon, and I have a pounding headache and can't hear out of one ear.
and…
Ja Ne
God save the minority
