That Bastard Son
Ch.6- The Prodigal Son Returns
Son knows that he needs all the help he can, but his ego's not letting him. Who can help him?
Son climbed out the nearest window, and ran into the forest behind the Son house. He managed to get into a small clearing with a cave. "…I don't need any help, damn it!" He gritted his teeth, punching the wall with his fists with every word. "I…don't…need…it!" He continued on, making holes in the walls until it looked like Swiss cheese. "I can't do this by myself!!! I…can't…do it…" He whispered, leaning against the wall and silently sobbing to himself. "…I need you to help me through this…where are you?" He stopped when he sensed someone coming. In the meantime, back in the future…
"…Traitor!" The cloaked figure spat out, punching Himari in the gut. Himari coughed up blood as he slumped over, trying to regain himself. Other cloaked figures held him up, their solemn faces hidden under cloaks. "You know what it means to leave the cult, Leonus." Himari looked up with some blood dripping out of his mouth. "…Death…" He muttered. "That's right…you're going to die a slow, painful, horrible death…unless you tell me where you hid the brat." The figure said. Himari glared at the figure angrily. "I told you! I don't know! The last time I saw him was when…" "LIAR!!" He snarled, kicking Himari in the head and sending him flying into a nearby wall. Earlier, the dark-haired saiyajin had lost when he was surrounded, and outnumbered. Himari had prayed that Draws had found somewhere to live safely, because it didn't look like he was going to join his friend anytime soon. But fortunately, they spared his life.
"You know where the hybrid is at, step-brother!" He grabbed Himari by the shirt, and slammed him into the wall repeatedly, creating an even bigger crater. "…Stop that now." A voice uttered. Himari's step-brother paused in his abuse, and looked in his direction. "...Milady?" He asked. "Drop the traitor, Tauros. He's of no use to us. He won't tell us where he is." Himari's brother let him go, letting him drop to the floor like an anchor. He then pulled off the hood, revealing a handsome man with long spiky black hair, and deep chocolate eyes. Tauros looked to be around 30 years old, a couple years older than Himari himself. "But if you let me, I'll torture him until he answers." Tauros suggested. "No." The shadowed figure smirked. "Use him like radar and have him find him. When you do, kill them both." Tauros bowed once before sweeping out of the room. But before he did, he turned and smirked evilly at Himari, who was still sitting on the floor.
"Enjoy your life while you still can." Himari shot daggers at him before he was left alone in the room. The saiyajin then let out a yell and banged his fists on the marble, creating a small crater. He didn't expect anything like this happen. And he felt awful for even bringing Draws here all those years ago. If he had known that…that sick bastard would do such an awful thing to Draws, then it would've been better to leave the child alone. But no, he was too kind for his own good, and he had decided to take care of him. Not to mention...her hatred of Draws whenever she laid eyes on him. And she had ordered Tauros to do it. The reason why Draws was so afraid of contact with people, and why his life was so messed up. "…It's all fault…it's…all…my…fault." Himari whispered, covering his face with his hands. His quiet sobs could be heard throughout the chamber.
Back in the past….
"…Why were you following me?" Son asked coldly as he faced Vegeta. The older saiyajin didn't waver under the steely cobalt gaze that locked onto his own ebony ones. "You're a saiyajin, aren't you?" He asked. Son's eyebrow slightly twitched. "…What makes you think I'm a…whatever you said?" Vegeta snorted. "You can't fool me boy…your anger gives you away. So who are you and what are you doing here?" Son scowled. He didn't think out of all people, he would be the one to find out first. "My name is Draws, and I'm a bastard child." He answered. "I'm here to change my future." Vegeta studied the hybrid, noticing that he was well built for a kid his age, and he could sense he had potential for getting to the next stage. That is, if he already hadn't tried yet. "I am Vegeta, prince of all saiyajins." Draws' eyebrow went up. "…How can you be there's only a handful left?"
"How are you a saiyajin?" Vegeta asked, ignoring the teen's question. "I was born here on Earth…I don't exactly remember who my parents were, so don't even ask who they were." Son Draws said shortly. The older saiyajin cursed under his breath as he realized that the only information about him was nowhere in sight, and so he had to do something else to find that out. "You have potential to become super saiyajin 2, Draws. How would you feel if I told you I could get you there in no time?" He asked. Vegeta saw the gleam of a royal warrior within the teenager as he said these words. "You mean there's a level higher than super saiyajin? …I like to reach that Vegeta." Draws said.
Everyone looked up when they saw Vegeta and Draws come through the door of the Son house. "Where were you!? We've been looking all over for you guys!" Bulma exclaimed, running over to them and hugging them. Draws wasn't used to the hugs, and pulled away in annoyance. "Don't touch me." He muttered. Vegeta smirked as he faced the crowded room. "From now on, Son will live with us at Capsule Corp. and train with me." He announced. "But Otousan, I don't think…what if he's not…?" Trunks questioned. Vegeta glared at his son. Trunks snapped his mouth closed and sat back down. "…Great! Is it all right if we come over and train with you guys?" Goku asked. The rest of the Sons except for Chi-chi nodded in excitement. "No. Absolutely not." She said firmly.
"Aw, come on mom…why not?" Goten asked. "Because I said so." Chi-chi said. "Please, obaasan?" Pan begged. "For once listen to the screechy woman." Vegeta said impatiently. They all stopped jabbing and sat back down. "I'm flying home." He said shortly before he took off in the air. Draws eyes never wavered from their cold orbs but he did at least send them a sympathetic look before he followed Vegeta. "…Holy crap…he can fly?! Who the heck is he?!?!" Krillin asked, watching them fly off. "He's like the Goth teen version of Vegeta." Gohan observed. "Only more human."