(Note, i dont own BDZ and all the crap people say beofre posting a story.. btw, i was listening to Linkin Park all throughout this whole story, so i kinda wrote it as i went through the moods of the songs, which arent exactly happy. lol)
(Bra was born about 4 years after Garon and Fervor, the whole age differenace and birth of Bra is different i nmy story because of Garon and Fervor.)
"Osoroshii kangae nimo osoware mas." (i have many evil thoughts)
Nanashi no nihon no michi no kado ni imasu! (I was standing at the corner of two nameless streets)
Suiteki de atama ni anao akararete iru yona kokoromochi deshta! (It was like drops of water boring into my skull)
WAKARIMASEN (I dont understand)
WAKARIMASEN" ( " " )
The music blared throughout the dark room. The defeningly soft music was like a soothing tune that, instead of making one feel at peace, aroused angers deep within the soul. If you travelled into the origion of this music you would enter the room that would send chills down your back. it emitted such hate and anger that it was to much for many people. Who could live here, though? many would ask. It was a room in the upstairs of the Capsule Corp. personal home. Bulma and Vegita would grow so used to this music and hate that they felt almost, odd, when they left the house to see bright, happy people. Garon, Trunks, and Fervor were all much older since Goku had put an end to Yamucha's endless torcher of the Vegita family. Trunks was already 22, Fervor and Garon had recently turned 17 and the family was just the typical Human family with a touch of saiyan.
"Fervor!" Garon shouted over the music which flooded the house, no answer. Garon walked up the short stair case into a dark hallway and finally came to a closed door. He knocked, again no answer. Finally he opened the door and walked in, the music semmed to seep into his brain and blind him. He stumbled in and tripped over something on the floor, and before he could hit the ground, he was flipped over the opposite direction and was being held to teh floor with an emense pressure to his throat.
"Garon... What do you need?"
"Ehhckdffd."
"Nani???
"Faaaagghhhh."
Finally Fervor let Garon go and turned of the music, clapping his hands the lights flashed on. Garon glarred at Fervor, "Damn you Fervor. That hurt!" Fervor looked at Garon and smirked, "You're such a little freak."
"At least i'm not a friggin' gothic ass!"
"Don't even try to start, illigitimate boy."
"Mum wants you to go see her downstairs" Garon hissed as he left the room. Ever since Garon and Fervor found out about the reason Garon had been born, no respect came at Garon from Fervor. It was pure hell living with the fathers boy. all he cared about was fighting and all that stuff saiyans do.
As Fervor followed Garon downstairs, he wrapped his shaggy tail around his waist, it was golden, like his hair. He was born regular dark eyed and bushy tailed, but turned into a little golden child, golden white hair and violet eyes. He hated it, and he hated the fact that everyone loved it. As the half twin brothers entered the downstairs livingroom, Vegita and Bulma sat with Trunks on the big couch. Fervor stood by the side and glared across the room as his brother sat with everyoen else. "What." He demanded. Vegita stood up and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two girls came floating around the corner. One had jet black hair and the angry look of a saiyan on her face, the other had blackish-red hair and a more relaxed posture. Fervor looked at his father and mother, "Eh? You are telling me what?" Bulma got up and grasped Fervors tightened hand, "Fervor. They are saiyans, your father some how found out his sparring partner had two daughters, each of half blooded saiyan heritage...."
******* Since the story last left off, Bulma had invented temporary muscle stimulators that acted as a bridge connecting Vegitas severed spine and allowing him to use his legs for 2 hours for every time he used the creation; which was a small pill-like object with a tiny electrical outlet within its contents. The one problem was if a person took more than 3 of these a day then they could damage there spinal chord even more as well as cause painful seizures. ******
Fervor looked at his smirking father, "You mean to tell me..." His mouth twisted into a fierce line, he looked at his mother, "Mother. You did not agree with him on this!" Bulma looked down and blushed, "I didnt want this either, Fervs. But the more Vegita explained to me, the more i gave into it. You know it's the best chance of reviving the saiyan race." She looked into her sons eyes, pleading with him. Fervor glared coldly back, "Oh god Fervor! please dont make this harder for me then it already is!" Vegita slowly walked towards the two women, "Wratha." He pointed to the one with jet black hair, "and Oldenia." he pointed to the calmer more welcoming one. Fervor stood motionless as he took it all in, his tail the only thing showing his feelings as it jumped around savagely. "Let me go meditate on this...... unwanted and unwelcomed choice!" Fervor quietly walked up the stairs, down the hall and into his room. HE locked the door.
"Damn them. They hate me... they...damn them..damn them.. damn them." Fervor mumbled to himself as he stumbled around his room, his eyes were red with fury as he searched under his bed for the usual stash he used to calm down with. They were gone, Garon must have taken the baggy and rolled some joints, that perfect child wasnt as perfect as Bulma thought. Fervor laughed quietly, it wasnt the good stuff anyway. He pulled up the loose floorboard under the bed and reached in, taking out a syringe and some of the purest junk he had purchased so far. It was in a small dime bag and he emptied all of it into a tiny bottle cap, mixing it up with liquid until it was thin enough to get into the syringe itself. he smiled as the needles brimmed with happyness, as he rolled up his sleeve and he grinned broadly as he injected the liquid Heroin into the last untouched vein on his inner-elbow. Fervor relaxed, he felt good. The punctures all over his arm did not even phase him, the blood that slowly ran down his elbow made him smile even more. Why be happy when you could fell better than happy. He began brooding on what the day had been.
Was he a junky? Not in his mind, he could get off the H, or liquid sunshine ( that was his own little name for the injectible type) any day he wanted. But why would he? it only made his life better. Because of his saiyan heritage, an amount that would normally kill a simple human, would have to be multiplied by 10 before it would begin to take its toll on his life conditions. He began to feel drowsy and numb all over, slowly he fell into a light sleep. "FERVOR." He woke up instantly and grabbed his stomach as sharp pains shot through it. He felt as if he was about to throw up, and then realized Garon stood over him. "Go away Garon. Take a smoke of the joints you stole from me." Garon looked helplessly at his half brother, laying on the floor in pain, blood dryed up on the inside of his arm. Although he didnt see any syringe or evidence of what he suspected, garon knew Fervor was having withdrawl symptons and that he must have taken some kind of drug.
"Get out Garon!!! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Fervor staggered up and lunged at Garon, screaming at him and snarling until Garon ran out of the room and locekd teh door from the outside.
Fervor collapsed, he crawled to his bed, he knew what he wanted. As he took out the syringe again, he withdrew a baggy that held cocaine and Heroin laced together, he was going to speedball tonight.
(Bra was born about 4 years after Garon and Fervor, the whole age differenace and birth of Bra is different i nmy story because of Garon and Fervor.)
"Osoroshii kangae nimo osoware mas." (i have many evil thoughts)
Nanashi no nihon no michi no kado ni imasu! (I was standing at the corner of two nameless streets)
Suiteki de atama ni anao akararete iru yona kokoromochi deshta! (It was like drops of water boring into my skull)
WAKARIMASEN (I dont understand)
WAKARIMASEN" ( " " )
The music blared throughout the dark room. The defeningly soft music was like a soothing tune that, instead of making one feel at peace, aroused angers deep within the soul. If you travelled into the origion of this music you would enter the room that would send chills down your back. it emitted such hate and anger that it was to much for many people. Who could live here, though? many would ask. It was a room in the upstairs of the Capsule Corp. personal home. Bulma and Vegita would grow so used to this music and hate that they felt almost, odd, when they left the house to see bright, happy people. Garon, Trunks, and Fervor were all much older since Goku had put an end to Yamucha's endless torcher of the Vegita family. Trunks was already 22, Fervor and Garon had recently turned 17 and the family was just the typical Human family with a touch of saiyan.
"Fervor!" Garon shouted over the music which flooded the house, no answer. Garon walked up the short stair case into a dark hallway and finally came to a closed door. He knocked, again no answer. Finally he opened the door and walked in, the music semmed to seep into his brain and blind him. He stumbled in and tripped over something on the floor, and before he could hit the ground, he was flipped over the opposite direction and was being held to teh floor with an emense pressure to his throat.
"Garon... What do you need?"
"Ehhckdffd."
"Nani???
"Faaaagghhhh."
Finally Fervor let Garon go and turned of the music, clapping his hands the lights flashed on. Garon glarred at Fervor, "Damn you Fervor. That hurt!" Fervor looked at Garon and smirked, "You're such a little freak."
"At least i'm not a friggin' gothic ass!"
"Don't even try to start, illigitimate boy."
"Mum wants you to go see her downstairs" Garon hissed as he left the room. Ever since Garon and Fervor found out about the reason Garon had been born, no respect came at Garon from Fervor. It was pure hell living with the fathers boy. all he cared about was fighting and all that stuff saiyans do.
As Fervor followed Garon downstairs, he wrapped his shaggy tail around his waist, it was golden, like his hair. He was born regular dark eyed and bushy tailed, but turned into a little golden child, golden white hair and violet eyes. He hated it, and he hated the fact that everyone loved it. As the half twin brothers entered the downstairs livingroom, Vegita and Bulma sat with Trunks on the big couch. Fervor stood by the side and glared across the room as his brother sat with everyoen else. "What." He demanded. Vegita stood up and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two girls came floating around the corner. One had jet black hair and the angry look of a saiyan on her face, the other had blackish-red hair and a more relaxed posture. Fervor looked at his father and mother, "Eh? You are telling me what?" Bulma got up and grasped Fervors tightened hand, "Fervor. They are saiyans, your father some how found out his sparring partner had two daughters, each of half blooded saiyan heritage...."
******* Since the story last left off, Bulma had invented temporary muscle stimulators that acted as a bridge connecting Vegitas severed spine and allowing him to use his legs for 2 hours for every time he used the creation; which was a small pill-like object with a tiny electrical outlet within its contents. The one problem was if a person took more than 3 of these a day then they could damage there spinal chord even more as well as cause painful seizures. ******
Fervor looked at his smirking father, "You mean to tell me..." His mouth twisted into a fierce line, he looked at his mother, "Mother. You did not agree with him on this!" Bulma looked down and blushed, "I didnt want this either, Fervs. But the more Vegita explained to me, the more i gave into it. You know it's the best chance of reviving the saiyan race." She looked into her sons eyes, pleading with him. Fervor glared coldly back, "Oh god Fervor! please dont make this harder for me then it already is!" Vegita slowly walked towards the two women, "Wratha." He pointed to the one with jet black hair, "and Oldenia." he pointed to the calmer more welcoming one. Fervor stood motionless as he took it all in, his tail the only thing showing his feelings as it jumped around savagely. "Let me go meditate on this...... unwanted and unwelcomed choice!" Fervor quietly walked up the stairs, down the hall and into his room. HE locked the door.
"Damn them. They hate me... they...damn them..damn them.. damn them." Fervor mumbled to himself as he stumbled around his room, his eyes were red with fury as he searched under his bed for the usual stash he used to calm down with. They were gone, Garon must have taken the baggy and rolled some joints, that perfect child wasnt as perfect as Bulma thought. Fervor laughed quietly, it wasnt the good stuff anyway. He pulled up the loose floorboard under the bed and reached in, taking out a syringe and some of the purest junk he had purchased so far. It was in a small dime bag and he emptied all of it into a tiny bottle cap, mixing it up with liquid until it was thin enough to get into the syringe itself. he smiled as the needles brimmed with happyness, as he rolled up his sleeve and he grinned broadly as he injected the liquid Heroin into the last untouched vein on his inner-elbow. Fervor relaxed, he felt good. The punctures all over his arm did not even phase him, the blood that slowly ran down his elbow made him smile even more. Why be happy when you could fell better than happy. He began brooding on what the day had been.
Was he a junky? Not in his mind, he could get off the H, or liquid sunshine ( that was his own little name for the injectible type) any day he wanted. But why would he? it only made his life better. Because of his saiyan heritage, an amount that would normally kill a simple human, would have to be multiplied by 10 before it would begin to take its toll on his life conditions. He began to feel drowsy and numb all over, slowly he fell into a light sleep. "FERVOR." He woke up instantly and grabbed his stomach as sharp pains shot through it. He felt as if he was about to throw up, and then realized Garon stood over him. "Go away Garon. Take a smoke of the joints you stole from me." Garon looked helplessly at his half brother, laying on the floor in pain, blood dryed up on the inside of his arm. Although he didnt see any syringe or evidence of what he suspected, garon knew Fervor was having withdrawl symptons and that he must have taken some kind of drug.
"Get out Garon!!! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Fervor staggered up and lunged at Garon, screaming at him and snarling until Garon ran out of the room and locekd teh door from the outside.
Fervor collapsed, he crawled to his bed, he knew what he wanted. As he took out the syringe again, he withdrew a baggy that held cocaine and Heroin laced together, he was going to speedball tonight.