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DBZ, Bring the pain or pineapple and Mindless Self Indulgence....
Chapter 6: Promise...
He walked through the halls, people gazing at his wounds with wonder and pity. He was looking his worst since he first came to this school, and his health wasn't getting any better. He just seemed to look even more dead the everyday, his skin once a healthy tan color was now a sickly gray. He didn't look anyone in the face, fear of them seeing his pain and torment swirling in his onyx eyes. Upon reaching his locker, he slowly turned the dial, when he was interrupted. "Vegeta, what is up with you??? Why won't you tell me what's up???" Vegeta winced at her loud voice, but didn't look at her.
"Woman, not today..."
"Any day is never a good time with you. Why won't you just give me the 411?"
"Woman...leave me alone..." Vegeta all but whispered, replaying all those times that happened, over and over again, driving him slowly insane. He almost jumped and hissed like a scared cat when he felt her touch. Her arm over his shoulder, in a loving way. "Vegeta, it's okay, you can talk to me...."
Vegeta felt awkward, normally he was taller than her and she would have to stand on her toes to do this, but with his slouching and face- hiding, she could do this easily. "I wish I could...." he whispered in response, pulling out his things and shutting his locker, leaving her to stand staring after him.
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"18, I don't know what I can do about him, he's gotten so quite and depressed. It hurts me to see him that way..." Bulma said in a distressed tone. 18 had also taken in Vegeta's slowly breaking down body and was concerned for him.
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"Tried? I've probably been trying for the past two weeks! I even gave him my number, which by the way he hasn't even made the effort to call, catching him during school...it's hopeless! All he does is whisper to me then leaves me without looking back..." Bulma was frowning so hard she could have creased hr face harder than any time took to create. 18 sighed at stressed girlfriend. Though their relationship was still strong, they hardly saw each other with 18 dating Krillin and Bulma stressing over Vegeta.
"Have you noticed that even Goku has made an effort to be friendly to him??? I mean, Goku was the first person to mess with him!" Bulma threw her arms up to emphasize. 18 nodded, she had noticed this too. Goku even asked Vegeta if he wanted to go to the arcade with him after school with and Chi- Chi. Vegeta declined so quickly that Goku had a hard time understanding what it was he said.
Vegeta walked past their table slowly, catching Bulma's attention. He had a look of pure hatred etched on his face as he burned holes in his tray. She could see his left eye swelled shut, bruised a sickening purple and blue. She was shocked at the fact that she never noticed it there before. From the looks of it, it was there for a few days. She also saw the marks that were showing up across his arms. Then he was sitting at the table he always sat with, picking at his food.
"Hey Bulma, look..."18 whispered, pointing over to the far table. She happened to see Freeza and his gang get up and walk towards Vegeta. Bulma glanced at Vegeta as she noticed him tense up, even at this distance. Whatever was going on, it had to do with them.
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Vegeta began to feel the chills race through his body. Never did they leave him alone, after school they would always get him, always in that ally would he be broken down and violated. Struggling and screaming into the emptiness. They always put a stop to his screaming, a sock from their feet into his mouth, so far in he would gag and couldn't spit out. Switching everyday so they'd all get a piece of him at least once during that week. Just sick cavities getting their fill of sadistic pleasure.
"Hi Vegeta, how are you feeling today," the cool girl-like voice rose the bile to his throat.
"Horrible," that was all he could manage to say.
"Maybe you should go to the nurse..."
"Maybe you could leave me alone..."
"Why would we do that Vegeta, you're our friend after all..." Freeza said kindly, as if talking to a younger child.
"Well, you'll be a dead fried before you know it..."Vegeta whispered venomously into his food tray. The group looked at him then at each other before they busted up laughing.
"Was that a threat??? You can't even beat me in a fist fight, how do you expect to kill me?" Freeza said with a chuckle. "Let alone, all of us?"
Vegeta stood and looked at his offending rapists, making sure to look every single on of them in the eye with a look of pure hatred, letting them see the wounds they caused, physically and mentally, eyeing Freeza with cool, burning rage last.
"Just one word: boom!" Vegeta whispered quietly so close to Freeza's face that Vegeta could feel his breath on his lips. Afterwards, he walked away, leaving Freeza to stand there in a trance, his friends questioning what was said....
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Bulma witnessed the whole exchange, and was shocked that the first time in two weeks Vegeta raised his head and looked someone in the face. The bell rang and she hurriedly left the cafeteria, leaving 18 to try and catch up. When she caught sight of the lumbering teenager she ran quickly to him. "Vegeta! Wait" Vegeta stopped and looked at her, his one eye staring emotionless back at her. That one eye was bloodshot, making it hard to look at his once handsome face. She now realized why he kept his face down and didn't look at anyone. She calmed her breath and looked at him. "I saw what happened..."
Vegeta didn't react to this, just stood staring at her. "What are they doing to you?" Vegeta's lip twitched and so did his eyebrow, but other than that, no reaction.
"What is your number?" Bulma pulled a pen out of her pocket and had it poised over her hand, ready to write. Vegeta told her quietly, it was amazing that even after people were crowding around them and talking loudly she was able to hear him say each number clearly. Bulma grabbed his arm and looked at the marks she had noticed earlier, they were scabs and they looked like deep injuries. Perfectly executed.
Vegeta pulled his arm free and glared at her. "Before you say anything, it's none of your business and your not my mother, unless your back from the dead..." Vegeta said harshly before he walked off. Bulma felt the pain of tears in her eyes, but they wouldn't come. 'You deal with too much pain Vegeta to be doing it to yourself...'
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Vegeta had dried tears on his face, again, in the ally, all of them, one after the other. When he saw his doorstep he was so happy to get home, his body hurting so bad. He just wanted to lie down and die. Upon opening the door he was met with his father, looking at him angrily. "You supposed to be home two hours ago! Where have you been?" 'Two hours???' Vegeta looked at the clock and sure enough it was past two hours...
"Sorry..." his voice was quiet and shaky.
"Boy, I've noticed you've been looking really sick lately, and you seem to have fresh injuries everyday, what's going on?"
"You don't care, so don't ask," Vegeta replied bitterly before he made his way upstairs and into his room, locking the door behind him....
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Bulma was pacing her bedroom back and forth, waiting for the phone to ring, her anxiety high in her veins. She could hear her parents bickering once again downstairs and the volume of their voice was rising. Bulma sighed, she honestly thought that they just divorce and get it over with. Suddenly, the phone and she literally ran to t, picking it up with a loud "hello!"
"Do always kill your callers ears?" a rough voice responded.
"Who's this?"
"Take a guess..." his voice sounded so familiar....
"Yamcha?'
"Show the lady what she won..." he said with a laugh.
"How have you been???" Bulma was ecstatic, all her anxiety leaving her body.
"Really good, I miss you though."
"Don't you have a girl though?" Bulma said teasingly, she could use a good conversation right now.
"No, we broke up, I'm single now..." his trailed off, his fading slightly.
They got engaged into a deep conversation until she noticed what time it was. "Shit! Hey, Yamcha would be okay if I talk to you tomorrow?" Bulma had a pen over a piece of paper, racing across it as she wrote down his number. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow..."
"Alright, bye." Bulma hung up and dialed Vegeta's number, which she scrawled on the piece of paper too. After about two rings a deep gruff answered. "Hello?"
"Is...uh...Vegeta there?"
"Speaking..." Bulma couldn't help but notice how deep his voice really was. "So are you going to tell me what is going on with you and Freeza?"
"Hold on, let e get my son..." Bulma eyes widened. 'There's another Vegeta???' After a few minutes, another phone was picked up and the other hung up. "Hello?" His voice was quite but deep, sounding much like his father.
"Hi Vegeta, it's Bulma..."
"Oh..." after a grunt as she heard the bed squeak he sighed. "Hi."
"So...um...are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to stalk you to find out?" Bulma could practically hear his hesitation. Soon after she could hear music playing in the background. "You're not going to leave me alone until I do, huh?"
"You know it!" Bulma said loudly, but firmly. She heard him sigh in irritation as the bed squeaked again as he flopped down on it. He didn't sound like he wanted to comply with her wishes.
"Listen woman, it's none of your business..."
"Hey now, who are you calling woman??? Besides, I have every right to know because I'm your friend. Isn't that what friends do? Tell each other what's bothering them?" She heard him growl irritably, but didn't say anything after that.
"When did we become friends?" His voice was quiet again and he seemed to whisper it.
"We've been friends the first day you came here stupid, just not exactly close ones." Bulma informed, she didn't think he could be that dense. Vegeta changed the song to a more upbeat one, she recognized it as one of Mindless Self Indulgence's.
"I can't tell you anyway...it would mean that you'd get involved and I don't exactly want that..."
Bulma's face crinkled in confusion. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he felt that he should protect her from it...or maybe he was protecting himself. She listened to the song the background it was the remix of "Bring the Pain" called "Bring the Pineapple", why it was called that she didn't know, but it had a good beat. "Vegeta, why are the doing whatever it is to you?" she heard him choke, as if on his own voice.
"I...don't...know...it started the day I got in the fight with Kakarot, but I have a feeling there is more to it than they let on...and what they do to me gives it a bigger clue as to what that is..." Vegeta's voice was choked as if he was holding in his breath while he talked. Bulma was too confused as to what he was talking about...if only he would just tell her.
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Vegeta concentrated as he mixed the contents carefully with a paint mixer. He put a lid on it and smirked, it was too small to kill anybody, but big enough to injure them badly. He leaped onto his bed and gazed out the window. The stars were twinkling and the moon was out. He brought his knees close to his chest. This would've been consider a sign of weakness to him if he hadn't changed so drastically since he started school. Flashbacks of all those times, hands touching, lips kissing, hips grinding, breath heavy....
The tears came then, a tortured soul living through life in a blur. He didn't want to continue this way, but if he were to end his life now, he wouldn't ever get the chance to finish what they started.
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A/N: YAY!!! another chapter finished and waiting to be reviewed! The main couple need to get together soon or I'm gonna die!!! Thanks to all you people (names are in the review viewer thing) who have encouraged me to keep this story going! I will make a major effort in completing this for you! REVIEW!!!!
Chapter 6: Promise...
He walked through the halls, people gazing at his wounds with wonder and pity. He was looking his worst since he first came to this school, and his health wasn't getting any better. He just seemed to look even more dead the everyday, his skin once a healthy tan color was now a sickly gray. He didn't look anyone in the face, fear of them seeing his pain and torment swirling in his onyx eyes. Upon reaching his locker, he slowly turned the dial, when he was interrupted. "Vegeta, what is up with you??? Why won't you tell me what's up???" Vegeta winced at her loud voice, but didn't look at her.
"Woman, not today..."
"Any day is never a good time with you. Why won't you just give me the 411?"
"Woman...leave me alone..." Vegeta all but whispered, replaying all those times that happened, over and over again, driving him slowly insane. He almost jumped and hissed like a scared cat when he felt her touch. Her arm over his shoulder, in a loving way. "Vegeta, it's okay, you can talk to me...."
Vegeta felt awkward, normally he was taller than her and she would have to stand on her toes to do this, but with his slouching and face- hiding, she could do this easily. "I wish I could...." he whispered in response, pulling out his things and shutting his locker, leaving her to stand staring after him.
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"18, I don't know what I can do about him, he's gotten so quite and depressed. It hurts me to see him that way..." Bulma said in a distressed tone. 18 had also taken in Vegeta's slowly breaking down body and was concerned for him.
"Have you tried talking to him?"
"Tried? I've probably been trying for the past two weeks! I even gave him my number, which by the way he hasn't even made the effort to call, catching him during school...it's hopeless! All he does is whisper to me then leaves me without looking back..." Bulma was frowning so hard she could have creased hr face harder than any time took to create. 18 sighed at stressed girlfriend. Though their relationship was still strong, they hardly saw each other with 18 dating Krillin and Bulma stressing over Vegeta.
"Have you noticed that even Goku has made an effort to be friendly to him??? I mean, Goku was the first person to mess with him!" Bulma threw her arms up to emphasize. 18 nodded, she had noticed this too. Goku even asked Vegeta if he wanted to go to the arcade with him after school with and Chi- Chi. Vegeta declined so quickly that Goku had a hard time understanding what it was he said.
Vegeta walked past their table slowly, catching Bulma's attention. He had a look of pure hatred etched on his face as he burned holes in his tray. She could see his left eye swelled shut, bruised a sickening purple and blue. She was shocked at the fact that she never noticed it there before. From the looks of it, it was there for a few days. She also saw the marks that were showing up across his arms. Then he was sitting at the table he always sat with, picking at his food.
"Hey Bulma, look..."18 whispered, pointing over to the far table. She happened to see Freeza and his gang get up and walk towards Vegeta. Bulma glanced at Vegeta as she noticed him tense up, even at this distance. Whatever was going on, it had to do with them.
**********
Vegeta began to feel the chills race through his body. Never did they leave him alone, after school they would always get him, always in that ally would he be broken down and violated. Struggling and screaming into the emptiness. They always put a stop to his screaming, a sock from their feet into his mouth, so far in he would gag and couldn't spit out. Switching everyday so they'd all get a piece of him at least once during that week. Just sick cavities getting their fill of sadistic pleasure.
"Hi Vegeta, how are you feeling today," the cool girl-like voice rose the bile to his throat.
"Horrible," that was all he could manage to say.
"Maybe you should go to the nurse..."
"Maybe you could leave me alone..."
"Why would we do that Vegeta, you're our friend after all..." Freeza said kindly, as if talking to a younger child.
"Well, you'll be a dead fried before you know it..."Vegeta whispered venomously into his food tray. The group looked at him then at each other before they busted up laughing.
"Was that a threat??? You can't even beat me in a fist fight, how do you expect to kill me?" Freeza said with a chuckle. "Let alone, all of us?"
Vegeta stood and looked at his offending rapists, making sure to look every single on of them in the eye with a look of pure hatred, letting them see the wounds they caused, physically and mentally, eyeing Freeza with cool, burning rage last.
"Just one word: boom!" Vegeta whispered quietly so close to Freeza's face that Vegeta could feel his breath on his lips. Afterwards, he walked away, leaving Freeza to stand there in a trance, his friends questioning what was said....
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Bulma witnessed the whole exchange, and was shocked that the first time in two weeks Vegeta raised his head and looked someone in the face. The bell rang and she hurriedly left the cafeteria, leaving 18 to try and catch up. When she caught sight of the lumbering teenager she ran quickly to him. "Vegeta! Wait" Vegeta stopped and looked at her, his one eye staring emotionless back at her. That one eye was bloodshot, making it hard to look at his once handsome face. She now realized why he kept his face down and didn't look at anyone. She calmed her breath and looked at him. "I saw what happened..."
Vegeta didn't react to this, just stood staring at her. "What are they doing to you?" Vegeta's lip twitched and so did his eyebrow, but other than that, no reaction.
"What is your number?" Bulma pulled a pen out of her pocket and had it poised over her hand, ready to write. Vegeta told her quietly, it was amazing that even after people were crowding around them and talking loudly she was able to hear him say each number clearly. Bulma grabbed his arm and looked at the marks she had noticed earlier, they were scabs and they looked like deep injuries. Perfectly executed.
Vegeta pulled his arm free and glared at her. "Before you say anything, it's none of your business and your not my mother, unless your back from the dead..." Vegeta said harshly before he walked off. Bulma felt the pain of tears in her eyes, but they wouldn't come. 'You deal with too much pain Vegeta to be doing it to yourself...'
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Vegeta had dried tears on his face, again, in the ally, all of them, one after the other. When he saw his doorstep he was so happy to get home, his body hurting so bad. He just wanted to lie down and die. Upon opening the door he was met with his father, looking at him angrily. "You supposed to be home two hours ago! Where have you been?" 'Two hours???' Vegeta looked at the clock and sure enough it was past two hours...
"Sorry..." his voice was quiet and shaky.
"Boy, I've noticed you've been looking really sick lately, and you seem to have fresh injuries everyday, what's going on?"
"You don't care, so don't ask," Vegeta replied bitterly before he made his way upstairs and into his room, locking the door behind him....
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Bulma was pacing her bedroom back and forth, waiting for the phone to ring, her anxiety high in her veins. She could hear her parents bickering once again downstairs and the volume of their voice was rising. Bulma sighed, she honestly thought that they just divorce and get it over with. Suddenly, the phone and she literally ran to t, picking it up with a loud "hello!"
"Do always kill your callers ears?" a rough voice responded.
"Who's this?"
"Take a guess..." his voice sounded so familiar....
"Yamcha?'
"Show the lady what she won..." he said with a laugh.
"How have you been???" Bulma was ecstatic, all her anxiety leaving her body.
"Really good, I miss you though."
"Don't you have a girl though?" Bulma said teasingly, she could use a good conversation right now.
"No, we broke up, I'm single now..." his trailed off, his fading slightly.
They got engaged into a deep conversation until she noticed what time it was. "Shit! Hey, Yamcha would be okay if I talk to you tomorrow?" Bulma had a pen over a piece of paper, racing across it as she wrote down his number. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow..."
"Alright, bye." Bulma hung up and dialed Vegeta's number, which she scrawled on the piece of paper too. After about two rings a deep gruff answered. "Hello?"
"Is...uh...Vegeta there?"
"Speaking..." Bulma couldn't help but notice how deep his voice really was. "So are you going to tell me what is going on with you and Freeza?"
"Hold on, let e get my son..." Bulma eyes widened. 'There's another Vegeta???' After a few minutes, another phone was picked up and the other hung up. "Hello?" His voice was quite but deep, sounding much like his father.
"Hi Vegeta, it's Bulma..."
"Oh..." after a grunt as she heard the bed squeak he sighed. "Hi."
"So...um...are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to stalk you to find out?" Bulma could practically hear his hesitation. Soon after she could hear music playing in the background. "You're not going to leave me alone until I do, huh?"
"You know it!" Bulma said loudly, but firmly. She heard him sigh in irritation as the bed squeaked again as he flopped down on it. He didn't sound like he wanted to comply with her wishes.
"Listen woman, it's none of your business..."
"Hey now, who are you calling woman??? Besides, I have every right to know because I'm your friend. Isn't that what friends do? Tell each other what's bothering them?" She heard him growl irritably, but didn't say anything after that.
"When did we become friends?" His voice was quiet again and he seemed to whisper it.
"We've been friends the first day you came here stupid, just not exactly close ones." Bulma informed, she didn't think he could be that dense. Vegeta changed the song to a more upbeat one, she recognized it as one of Mindless Self Indulgence's.
"I can't tell you anyway...it would mean that you'd get involved and I don't exactly want that..."
Bulma's face crinkled in confusion. Whatever it was that was bothering him, he felt that he should protect her from it...or maybe he was protecting himself. She listened to the song the background it was the remix of "Bring the Pain" called "Bring the Pineapple", why it was called that she didn't know, but it had a good beat. "Vegeta, why are the doing whatever it is to you?" she heard him choke, as if on his own voice.
"I...don't...know...it started the day I got in the fight with Kakarot, but I have a feeling there is more to it than they let on...and what they do to me gives it a bigger clue as to what that is..." Vegeta's voice was choked as if he was holding in his breath while he talked. Bulma was too confused as to what he was talking about...if only he would just tell her.
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Vegeta concentrated as he mixed the contents carefully with a paint mixer. He put a lid on it and smirked, it was too small to kill anybody, but big enough to injure them badly. He leaped onto his bed and gazed out the window. The stars were twinkling and the moon was out. He brought his knees close to his chest. This would've been consider a sign of weakness to him if he hadn't changed so drastically since he started school. Flashbacks of all those times, hands touching, lips kissing, hips grinding, breath heavy....
The tears came then, a tortured soul living through life in a blur. He didn't want to continue this way, but if he were to end his life now, he wouldn't ever get the chance to finish what they started.
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A/N: YAY!!! another chapter finished and waiting to be reviewed! The main couple need to get together soon or I'm gonna die!!! Thanks to all you people (names are in the review viewer thing) who have encouraged me to keep this story going! I will make a major effort in completing this for you! REVIEW!!!!
