A girl sat in front of a laptop, in a small country. She was worried. She
couldn't update because she had the book with 515 pages total to read in
one weekend. She hoped that the readers would not be mad at her. Her stupid
brother kept pushing her of the computer as well. Her brain was fried. She
just hoped that what was in her mind came out just as good on paper.
Vegeta's Diary
Chapter 12
Zarbon squeezed even tighter as he saw me flinch.
Maybe the whole love thing was a little too far.
I saw a crowd gather around through my dim sight.
I struggled to breathe.
He smirked.
On my left, from the house, two soldiers came out and laughed.
"Yeah! Kill the brat, man!"
The other just laughed.
I gave them the best death-glare I could manage in my position. I looked back at the smirking Zarbon, who was enjoying his little fun.
"Well, brat, it looks like the end of the road for you."
His fingers started to reunite on my throat.
I felt like I was underwater, unable to breathe.
But I refused to die like a coward, letting him know it hurt.
I looked at him straight in the eye; with the coldest look I could manage.
The shadow we call life, the one that blankets us, was slowly being blown away by the wind from me.
Zarbon's scouter flashed. He quickly read the message.
His smirk turned into a frown. That was a good sign.
"Looks like you won't be joining your people today, brat. I got a mission to go to."
A huge rock fell of my heart.
I thought he was going to drop me unceremoniously on the pavement.
But no. He would get every inch of pleasure he could get.
He threw me into the mud on the yard of the house.
I was covered with it from head to toe.
He laughed at me. The crowed did as well.
I was humiliated in front of them all.
My pride.
The only thing I had left was broken.
I wanted to run away and cry. Run away from them all, all the laughing faces, all the pain the torment.
Run away and cry.
No.
I won't do that.
Not in front of them.
Zarbon flew away.
"Kill you soon kid."
The crowd remained laughing. A boy of about twice my age was horribly loud in humiliating me.
"Did you see the weakling? Hahaha! He is such a"
His words were cut short by my iron hands around his neck.
Even though I was smaller I could fly, and my ability to copy moves after seeing them only once, gave a deadly combination for the boy.
Zarbon's chokehold was now on his neck. My anger boiled.
"You dare to call me a weakling? I could snap your neck in two if I wanted! Coward!"
I practically growled the last word.
Fear was written clearly all over his face. The laughter stopped.
I stared hard into his eyes, knowing how unnerving that could be.
A big, wet spot formed on his pants.
Smirking I threw him away, not really caring where he landed.
I looked at the others.
"Anybody else care to say how pathetic I am?"
They stood frozen.
"Good."
I flew away as fast as I could, not being able to hold back the tears much longer.
I flew home.
I'm sorry it took so long, but I had no time. Please forgive me? Gives puppy eyes.
Vegeta's Diary
Chapter 12
Zarbon squeezed even tighter as he saw me flinch.
Maybe the whole love thing was a little too far.
I saw a crowd gather around through my dim sight.
I struggled to breathe.
He smirked.
On my left, from the house, two soldiers came out and laughed.
"Yeah! Kill the brat, man!"
The other just laughed.
I gave them the best death-glare I could manage in my position. I looked back at the smirking Zarbon, who was enjoying his little fun.
"Well, brat, it looks like the end of the road for you."
His fingers started to reunite on my throat.
I felt like I was underwater, unable to breathe.
But I refused to die like a coward, letting him know it hurt.
I looked at him straight in the eye; with the coldest look I could manage.
The shadow we call life, the one that blankets us, was slowly being blown away by the wind from me.
Zarbon's scouter flashed. He quickly read the message.
His smirk turned into a frown. That was a good sign.
"Looks like you won't be joining your people today, brat. I got a mission to go to."
A huge rock fell of my heart.
I thought he was going to drop me unceremoniously on the pavement.
But no. He would get every inch of pleasure he could get.
He threw me into the mud on the yard of the house.
I was covered with it from head to toe.
He laughed at me. The crowed did as well.
I was humiliated in front of them all.
My pride.
The only thing I had left was broken.
I wanted to run away and cry. Run away from them all, all the laughing faces, all the pain the torment.
Run away and cry.
No.
I won't do that.
Not in front of them.
Zarbon flew away.
"Kill you soon kid."
The crowd remained laughing. A boy of about twice my age was horribly loud in humiliating me.
"Did you see the weakling? Hahaha! He is such a"
His words were cut short by my iron hands around his neck.
Even though I was smaller I could fly, and my ability to copy moves after seeing them only once, gave a deadly combination for the boy.
Zarbon's chokehold was now on his neck. My anger boiled.
"You dare to call me a weakling? I could snap your neck in two if I wanted! Coward!"
I practically growled the last word.
Fear was written clearly all over his face. The laughter stopped.
I stared hard into his eyes, knowing how unnerving that could be.
A big, wet spot formed on his pants.
Smirking I threw him away, not really caring where he landed.
I looked at the others.
"Anybody else care to say how pathetic I am?"
They stood frozen.
"Good."
I flew away as fast as I could, not being able to hold back the tears much longer.
I flew home.
I'm sorry it took so long, but I had no time. Please forgive me? Gives puppy eyes.