Chapter 2
Vegita looked at Bulma, she slept soundly and peacefully in the king sized bed. Vegita watched her, if only she could here what he could; the sound of his son killing his future with an old saiyan enemy. Heroin, or as the saiyans once called it, "Opiate-on". The drug had invaded the secret lives of the saiyans hundreds of years ago, everyone knew of it but people acted as if it never had existed. It whiped out half the race at one time, the people barely recovered from it. THe elated feeling you got when you took it, feeling invinsible and free. It was different from the type now on earth. The substance was worse on saiyans, it was more addictive and life threatening to them. Make you feel like you would not be effected as easily as the humans because you were saiyan, but it was opposite that. Opiate-on could kill a saiyan if he took to much in one time. If you took enough to escape the sudden death, it would slowly kill one, instead of collapsing veins and that stuff. It lowered your power and endurability, yet it made you feel stronger, so when you used your strength; the drive for power level would surge through the muscles and body until death took you.
Vegita hated his son for doing this, he hated him so much he could kill him. Fast and painless so that the drug wouldnt torment Fervor any more. Yet he needed the boy to carry on the saiyan race, to choose one of the half saiyans presented to him the previous night so as to produce the cubs and continue a sacred race. Fervor was special, and everyone who saw him knew it except for he himself. The boy was albino, but he had a rare form recently discovered, it slowly crept on the blood stream until it completely appeired years after birth. This albinism only existed in teh saiyan blood and was very unique, it was like being royaltyif you were albino. Fervor hated it because he was respected for it. Vegita sighed and went to sleep, stopping his thoughts and resting.
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Runaway
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and open my mind
(gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away/mind mind gonna run away mind gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away/mind)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
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Fervor looked up as he lay on his bed. His track of the rock music that he was obsessed with, the lyrics made him close his eyes and forget his pain and agony. As he lay there, he tried once again to get up, only straining his muscles more until he stopped trying and fell back onto his pillow, panting for air. He screamed inside of his mind, he couldnt move without feeling like his body was about to rip into tiny peices. It was worse than anything he had every been through, then he summoned the rest of his strength and forced himself up, pain shot like fire through his muscles as he walked out of his room and into the bathroom. He collapsed by the toilet and began vomiting over and over again until there was nothing left, until his whoel body shook with weakness. He felt his power level shoot down and down until he coudlnt even feel his own life force anymore.
Vegita ran into the bathroom, the thought of seeing his son dead scared him. He saw the body of a frail and near death saiyan, picked him up and transported into the rejuvination room, placing Fervor into one of the tanks.
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Fervor woke up slowly, he felt light headed and light bodyed. Was he dead? was this hell? heaven? or just plain emptyness? The brightness of the room suddenly hit him, he was in the rejuvination tank. all his power came surging back as he smashed through the glass and looked at himself in the mirror. His naked, glistening body showed no signs of his heroin injections, all the wounds and callouses had healed and vanished, his power was still very weak, but it was regaining itself.
"Fervor!" Bulma cried as she ran into the room her son stood in. He just stared at himself, it scared Bulma and she stopped in her tracks; why did he keept staring at his arms as if he wanted to find something wrong with them....?
"Mother... leave me alone....please." Bulma ran to Fervor and held his hands, "I love you Fervor, you're my son and i will always love you. please, what is wrong? Why have you always been so hate ful. what is bothering you so much???" Fervor looked at his mother and felt a tear run down his cheek, he whiped it away, disgusted with himself. "why do you lie to me, Mother? Why does everyone lie to me?!?!!!!" He lashed out at Bulma and threw her to the floor, he slipped on the spilled water and landed on the sharded glass. Bulma jumped up and pulled Fervor over, the glass hadn't punctured him, but he was still unconscious. She dressed him and then brought him upstairs, laying him on the couch and getting Vegita.
"What is it now, Woman?" Vegita demanded dryley as she showed him Fervor, "somethings wroong with him, Veggie." Vegita stopped and stared at the boy, he looked at Bulma, "Ignore him. It is just like a saiyan boy to eperience this hunger for Opiate-on." Bulma grabbed Vegoitas shoulder suddenly, "What did you say? Opiate? do you know what that is?!?!!?!? You knew he was using opium based drugs?!?!?! DAMMIT VEGITA! How could you stand by and let him do that?!?!" Vegita looked at Bulma, his face showed not emotion, "Bulma. He had to experience it on his own. now it's over, he will be fine." Bulma looked at Fervor, "How come he was so angry?" Vegita looked at the boy, "I dont know. Perhaps he just was and will always be, angry. The Heroin he took would make it worse as well." Bulma watched as her son stirred and began to wake up, he looked at his mother, "I.... I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry for everything." Vegita looked away, then sat on teh couch, his legs weakening. "Who do you pick, i know you already decided."
"What?"
"Who do you pick? Wratha or Oldenia."
"I... Damn you.... Father...no.....oh kami, why........"
"What???"
"Oldenia."
"Fine, she will move into the house tonight."
"Fine."
Bulma left the room with Vegita, they were going to go spend a day with the Son's, and wouldnt be back until late that night.
Trunks wasnt living there anymore and was going to come by about 2 hours later, to take Garon and Bra out for a day on the town.
Vegita looked at Bulma, she slept soundly and peacefully in the king sized bed. Vegita watched her, if only she could here what he could; the sound of his son killing his future with an old saiyan enemy. Heroin, or as the saiyans once called it, "Opiate-on". The drug had invaded the secret lives of the saiyans hundreds of years ago, everyone knew of it but people acted as if it never had existed. It whiped out half the race at one time, the people barely recovered from it. THe elated feeling you got when you took it, feeling invinsible and free. It was different from the type now on earth. The substance was worse on saiyans, it was more addictive and life threatening to them. Make you feel like you would not be effected as easily as the humans because you were saiyan, but it was opposite that. Opiate-on could kill a saiyan if he took to much in one time. If you took enough to escape the sudden death, it would slowly kill one, instead of collapsing veins and that stuff. It lowered your power and endurability, yet it made you feel stronger, so when you used your strength; the drive for power level would surge through the muscles and body until death took you.
Vegita hated his son for doing this, he hated him so much he could kill him. Fast and painless so that the drug wouldnt torment Fervor any more. Yet he needed the boy to carry on the saiyan race, to choose one of the half saiyans presented to him the previous night so as to produce the cubs and continue a sacred race. Fervor was special, and everyone who saw him knew it except for he himself. The boy was albino, but he had a rare form recently discovered, it slowly crept on the blood stream until it completely appeired years after birth. This albinism only existed in teh saiyan blood and was very unique, it was like being royaltyif you were albino. Fervor hated it because he was respected for it. Vegita sighed and went to sleep, stopping his thoughts and resting.
*********************
Runaway
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I'm gonna run away and open my mind
(gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away/mind mind gonna run away mind gonna run away/mind gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away/mind)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
I wanna run away
and open up my mind
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Fervor looked up as he lay on his bed. His track of the rock music that he was obsessed with, the lyrics made him close his eyes and forget his pain and agony. As he lay there, he tried once again to get up, only straining his muscles more until he stopped trying and fell back onto his pillow, panting for air. He screamed inside of his mind, he couldnt move without feeling like his body was about to rip into tiny peices. It was worse than anything he had every been through, then he summoned the rest of his strength and forced himself up, pain shot like fire through his muscles as he walked out of his room and into the bathroom. He collapsed by the toilet and began vomiting over and over again until there was nothing left, until his whoel body shook with weakness. He felt his power level shoot down and down until he coudlnt even feel his own life force anymore.
Vegita ran into the bathroom, the thought of seeing his son dead scared him. He saw the body of a frail and near death saiyan, picked him up and transported into the rejuvination room, placing Fervor into one of the tanks.
**********
Fervor woke up slowly, he felt light headed and light bodyed. Was he dead? was this hell? heaven? or just plain emptyness? The brightness of the room suddenly hit him, he was in the rejuvination tank. all his power came surging back as he smashed through the glass and looked at himself in the mirror. His naked, glistening body showed no signs of his heroin injections, all the wounds and callouses had healed and vanished, his power was still very weak, but it was regaining itself.
"Fervor!" Bulma cried as she ran into the room her son stood in. He just stared at himself, it scared Bulma and she stopped in her tracks; why did he keept staring at his arms as if he wanted to find something wrong with them....?
"Mother... leave me alone....please." Bulma ran to Fervor and held his hands, "I love you Fervor, you're my son and i will always love you. please, what is wrong? Why have you always been so hate ful. what is bothering you so much???" Fervor looked at his mother and felt a tear run down his cheek, he whiped it away, disgusted with himself. "why do you lie to me, Mother? Why does everyone lie to me?!?!!!!" He lashed out at Bulma and threw her to the floor, he slipped on the spilled water and landed on the sharded glass. Bulma jumped up and pulled Fervor over, the glass hadn't punctured him, but he was still unconscious. She dressed him and then brought him upstairs, laying him on the couch and getting Vegita.
"What is it now, Woman?" Vegita demanded dryley as she showed him Fervor, "somethings wroong with him, Veggie." Vegita stopped and stared at the boy, he looked at Bulma, "Ignore him. It is just like a saiyan boy to eperience this hunger for Opiate-on." Bulma grabbed Vegoitas shoulder suddenly, "What did you say? Opiate? do you know what that is?!?!!?!? You knew he was using opium based drugs?!?!?! DAMMIT VEGITA! How could you stand by and let him do that?!?!" Vegita looked at Bulma, his face showed not emotion, "Bulma. He had to experience it on his own. now it's over, he will be fine." Bulma looked at Fervor, "How come he was so angry?" Vegita looked at the boy, "I dont know. Perhaps he just was and will always be, angry. The Heroin he took would make it worse as well." Bulma watched as her son stirred and began to wake up, he looked at his mother, "I.... I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry for everything." Vegita looked away, then sat on teh couch, his legs weakening. "Who do you pick, i know you already decided."
"What?"
"Who do you pick? Wratha or Oldenia."
"I... Damn you.... Father...no.....oh kami, why........"
"What???"
"Oldenia."
"Fine, she will move into the house tonight."
"Fine."
Bulma left the room with Vegita, they were going to go spend a day with the Son's, and wouldnt be back until late that night.
Trunks wasnt living there anymore and was going to come by about 2 hours later, to take Garon and Bra out for a day on the town.