"How dare you threaten Bra in such a way! She is your older sister! She
deserves some respect, and so do I! Have you ever considered how you treat
your family?! How do you think your sister feels when you threaten her like
that?!" Vegeta lectured.
"HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED HOW YOU'VE TREATED ME?! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?!!" I screamed at him, tears of rage forming in my eyes. I will not cry. I told myself. If I cry I will show weakness, and I must never do that. I will not cry I will not cry!
My father quickly walked across the room and slapped me, just hard enough to knock me over and leave a painful red handprint on my face. Bra gasped with surprise, and so did I. In all my fifteen years, dad had never hit me, or any of us, except Trunks when they trained.
I got up slowly, holding a hand to my stinging cheek. I looked into his black eyes, but there was nothing. No regret, no guilt, just that cold anger. "I hate you!" I said through clenched teeth, and then I ran past him out of my room. He grabbed my arm but I pulled away and ran downstairs, out of the house, and then flew away. It was only then that the burning tears tore out of my eyes and disappeared in the rushing air. I knew exactly where I was going.
At least I'm welcome somewhere. I thought as I continued my flight.
I hesitated before knocking on the door. Maybe I should just go home, I thought. But mom won't be back for a while, and I don't want to see Dad until she's back. What if he hits me again?
With my mind made, I knocked gently on the door. I thought no one had heard me so I was about to knock again when Chi-chi opened the door. She was scrubbing a plate with a cloth, she always seemed to be cleaning.
"Oh Thong! How nice to see you! Aah!" she shrieked and dropped the plate. It shattered on the ground. "Your face! What happened!"
"My f-father… he hit me." I replied numbly. She gasped and then wrapped her arms around me. I was warmed by her comfort, and then I burst into tears once more.
"You poor child! Come inside and you can tell Goku." She led me inside where Goku and Goten were standing in the kitchen. They had knocked over a chair in their surprise when they heard the plate shatter.
"Mom, what's wrong with Thong?" Goten asked, puzzled. He was about the same age as Trunks, a little younger.
"That no good father of hers hurt her!" Chi-chi said angrily as she turned my head so they could see the red mark, which was starting to fade.
"It was worse before." I mumbled.
"What?! Vegeta hit you?" Goku was shocked. "I mean, I know that he has a temper, but I never thought he would purposely hurt one of his children."
Chi-chi sat me down and I told them what had happened. At the end, I said, "I never want to see him again. I know he's my dad but I still hate him."
"Oh come on, he's probably feeling sorry right now." Goku always tried to see the positive side of things. "Why don't you go and take a rest in Goten's bed, and when you're feeling better I'm pretty sure Vegeta will have calmed down by then. If he's seen the error of his ways once before, he'll do it again. Just forget about the whole incident."
Chi-chi took me to Goten's room and tucked me in. I know I was old enough to care for myself, but her caring made me feel so much better. "You know you're always welcome here." She said as she smoothed down my spiky black hair. "If anything like this happens again, just come over, no matter what time it is. If you want to, I'm pretty sure I could convince Goku to let you live with us."
"No that's okay, I'm pretty sure this won't happen again. But thank you… for everything."
"Alright, just rest up, and if you're hungry when you wake, I'll save some food for you." She kissed my forehead and then closed the door behind her. She was like a second mother to me, always so kind…
I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, where all my problems seemed to dissipate. But way in the back of my mind, I knew that my problems were just starting.
"HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED HOW YOU'VE TREATED ME?! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I FEEL?!!" I screamed at him, tears of rage forming in my eyes. I will not cry. I told myself. If I cry I will show weakness, and I must never do that. I will not cry I will not cry!
My father quickly walked across the room and slapped me, just hard enough to knock me over and leave a painful red handprint on my face. Bra gasped with surprise, and so did I. In all my fifteen years, dad had never hit me, or any of us, except Trunks when they trained.
I got up slowly, holding a hand to my stinging cheek. I looked into his black eyes, but there was nothing. No regret, no guilt, just that cold anger. "I hate you!" I said through clenched teeth, and then I ran past him out of my room. He grabbed my arm but I pulled away and ran downstairs, out of the house, and then flew away. It was only then that the burning tears tore out of my eyes and disappeared in the rushing air. I knew exactly where I was going.
At least I'm welcome somewhere. I thought as I continued my flight.
I hesitated before knocking on the door. Maybe I should just go home, I thought. But mom won't be back for a while, and I don't want to see Dad until she's back. What if he hits me again?
With my mind made, I knocked gently on the door. I thought no one had heard me so I was about to knock again when Chi-chi opened the door. She was scrubbing a plate with a cloth, she always seemed to be cleaning.
"Oh Thong! How nice to see you! Aah!" she shrieked and dropped the plate. It shattered on the ground. "Your face! What happened!"
"My f-father… he hit me." I replied numbly. She gasped and then wrapped her arms around me. I was warmed by her comfort, and then I burst into tears once more.
"You poor child! Come inside and you can tell Goku." She led me inside where Goku and Goten were standing in the kitchen. They had knocked over a chair in their surprise when they heard the plate shatter.
"Mom, what's wrong with Thong?" Goten asked, puzzled. He was about the same age as Trunks, a little younger.
"That no good father of hers hurt her!" Chi-chi said angrily as she turned my head so they could see the red mark, which was starting to fade.
"It was worse before." I mumbled.
"What?! Vegeta hit you?" Goku was shocked. "I mean, I know that he has a temper, but I never thought he would purposely hurt one of his children."
Chi-chi sat me down and I told them what had happened. At the end, I said, "I never want to see him again. I know he's my dad but I still hate him."
"Oh come on, he's probably feeling sorry right now." Goku always tried to see the positive side of things. "Why don't you go and take a rest in Goten's bed, and when you're feeling better I'm pretty sure Vegeta will have calmed down by then. If he's seen the error of his ways once before, he'll do it again. Just forget about the whole incident."
Chi-chi took me to Goten's room and tucked me in. I know I was old enough to care for myself, but her caring made me feel so much better. "You know you're always welcome here." She said as she smoothed down my spiky black hair. "If anything like this happens again, just come over, no matter what time it is. If you want to, I'm pretty sure I could convince Goku to let you live with us."
"No that's okay, I'm pretty sure this won't happen again. But thank you… for everything."
"Alright, just rest up, and if you're hungry when you wake, I'll save some food for you." She kissed my forehead and then closed the door behind her. She was like a second mother to me, always so kind…
I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, where all my problems seemed to dissipate. But way in the back of my mind, I knew that my problems were just starting.