A/N: Okay, Second Chapter. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: *Sigh* I wish... Not only do I now own the characters, but I also don't own the song! *Sigh* That's kinda sad… Oh well, on with the fic…

Oh yeah, and I wanna thank Cat Girl 26 for kinda beta reading this chapter. Lol. Thanks a lot!

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Last Time:

"Okay, okay, I was scared cuz of that look Yamcha gave me, right, so we were holding hands, and then … Oh look at that, we're home!" Bulma jumped out of the car and ran into the house.

"No, she didn't!" Chichi yelled running after her. 18 just shook her head and walked in after the two girls, it was going to be a long night.

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Chapter 2: Traitor!

"I'm not chasing you anymore!" Chichi yelled in defeat as she flopped down on Bulma's

oversized bed. 18, who had been painting her nails, cast an indifferent look over her shoulder at the

weary girl and shrugged.

Bulma walked in and collapsed onto the bed as well. 18 grumbled in protest at the intrusion

 and moved to the floor so as not to damage her recently decorated nails.

"Hey Bulma, turn on the TV, would you?" Chichi sighed lying back onto the vacant spot. Bulma looked up and seized the remote, knocking over numerous other things on her dresser in the process. She flicked the button and the blank TV screen jumped to life.

"That's the news, Bulma, turn the channel," Chichi directed.

Bulma shushed her, "I want to see who won the football game," she said. The threesome watched in silence as the news reporter recounted the highlights of the high school football game.

"And the Orange Star Owls have clenched yet another victory, over the South City Seals," he said, "even though, they were without their star player, who has recently switched to West City High school. The 18 year old, Vege—" Bulma changed the channel; she had heard what she wanted to hear.

"Bulma! Turn back! Didn't you hear? The Owl's best player switched to our school!" Chichi wined, but Bulma's mind was elsewhere.

"So…" Bulma mumbled to herself, "The Orange Star Owls have beaten the South City Seals, but the Seals lost to the North City Nutria's who lost to us, which means that the Owls get to play us!" Bulma put her head in her hands. "Great," she mumbled to herself.

"They'll hate us even more, now! We have their star player! They probably think he's a traitor!" 18 laughed.

"Yeah, this is great! Now we can tease them about losing their best player to a better team!" Chichi said. The two girls giggled at their own jokes.

"I wonder if he's cute," Chichi suggested. They giggled once more. Bulma was fuming.

"How can you guys laugh at a time like this?! Didn't you see the news?" Bulma screamed at them.

"Don't worry, B," 18 reassured her distraught friend, "If he's cute, you get him first," The two burst into another fit of giggles at Bulma's furious look.

"WOULD YOU TWO STOP PLAYING AROUND?!" she screamed

Chichi and 18 immediately ceased their tirade of laughs and gave her a suspicious look.

"What's wrong with you?" 18 asked.

"Didn't you hear?" she asked incredulously, "The Owls beat the Seals, but the Seals lost to the Nutria's—"

"Okay, but what does that have to do with anything?" Chichi cut her off. 

"You didn't let me finish," Bulma said, slightly irritated. "They lost to the Nutria's who lost to us, which means that they get to play us."

"Wait, who gets to play who? Bulma, you're confusing us," 18 said.

"The Orange Star Owls get to play us, The West City Wolverines!" Bulma mumbled into her hands. 18 and Chichi sat, wordless, for a moment, contemplating what Bulma had just said, then they looked at her, even more perplexed then before.

"Okay," 18 finally spoke. "So we're playing Orange Star High…So what?" Bulma stopped for a moment to stare at her friend, astounded that she still couldn't comprehend her distress.

Bulma sighed, "Okay, you both know that Orange Star High School is basically THE best high school football team, right?" They both agreed, nodding their heads in unison as she continued. "Well, do you guys remember the last time we played them?" They nodded once more, shuddering, remembering the last time the two teams had played.

"We sucked! They won by 35 points!" Bulma shouted, standing up. She started to pace, back and forth as she conversed to herself. 

"And," she added, "their cheerleaders were much better, too, which means that we'll have to start preparing for the game now. We'll make afternoon practices twice as long. We'll practice before, after, even during school. We have to practice as much as possible! I'll make the announcement when we go back to school," she determined, finally turning to the two gaping girls.

"Whoa, Bulma, slow down. What are you talking about? We can't practice during school! Wait, Bulma, where are you going?" Chichi shouted as she watched her friend march down the stairs.

"That girl…" Chichi sighed, "What is she thinking now?"

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Vegeta bobbed his head in time to the punk rock music playing from his stereo. He loved Good Charlotte! They were awesome! One of his favorite songs, "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" was on now.

His enjoyment was cut short when he heard the sickening sound of breaking glass and he winced as he heard the front door slam, shaking his whole room. He scrambled to catch some of his MVP awards before they fell. He sighed as he heard a car engine. He was leaving. They must have had another fight. He grabbed the remote and turned the music up louder, trying to drown out his feelings with the music.

                He sank down onto his bed and put his head in his hands. His life was falling apart. He remembered last year when he had gone to try out for the football team. Everyone thought he was a joke…until they saw him play. He could play virtually every position. That's when everything had started to improve. The scholarships started coming. Slow at first, but gradually, he began to get scholarships for the NFL, and was only a junior in high school.

                He remembered the first game, his first real chance to prove to the world that he was worth keeping. They had observed him with great enthusiasm, this deeply talented teenage kid, playing high school football, and they loved him. He remembered that first game, his first win. He remembered the roaring crowd as they cheered him on. It was breathtaking.

                His life was perfect, his father was very successful, he had as much money as he could possibly imagine, and he was becoming famous for doing something he couldn't help but be talented at. Life was good… or so he thought.

                Then, it happened. His father started coming home less and less and his mother started to fall apart. She started drinking, trying to free herself of the pain. The alcohol took over her life. To the world, she was Mrs. Ouji, the woman whose husband had it all, and whose child was becoming more and more successful with each passing day. To her family…they didn't even know who she was.

                Slowly, Vegeta began to take his football career more seriously. He began to drown himself with practice and studying, an effort to escape from his counterfeit ideal life.

                Everyone thought he had it all…in reality he had nothing. He had an alcoholic for a mom and a dad who didn't care about his family. He had to watch his mother almost constantly, to make sure she didn't do something drastic in her alcoholic state. He was considering putting her in some kind of institution, but what would that say to the public? What would they think?

                Then, the fighting started. His father would come home and find his mother drunk, and they would fight, sometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning. Vegeta would try everything he could to block it out, but he would always remember.

                Finally, he left. His father couldn't take his mother's drinking and his mother couldn't take having a husband that was never around, so he left. They didn't mutually decide that splitting up would be best for their two teenage boys and 12 year old girl, no, they were too angry to even think about their children. He just packed up everything, and left. He was coming back a couple days a week now, getting things he left behind, but he never said anything to anyone, just came in, got what he needed, and left. Sometimes he ran into his wife, which usually resulted in another argument. Vegeta didn't know how much more of it he could take.

                One night, he decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to start over, so he decided to switch schools. He decided the best thing would be to move out of his parent's house and get his own penthouse apartment in an attempt to rid himself of his former, imitation of a wonderful life.

                He undressed until he was left in his boxers. He took out his schedule. Maybe if he thought about school, he wouldn't hear his intoxicated mother downstairs destroying anything that got in her way.

                He tried to concentrate on his schedule but he couldn't with that damn music playing so loud! He grabbed his remote and striked the button with more force than was necessary. Immediately, the room went still. Now it was too quiet.

                He clicked the thing back on and flipped through some channels until he came to another Good Charlotte song.

Hey dad
I'm writing to you
not to tell you, that I still hate you
just to ask you
how you feel
and how we fell apart
how this fell apart


are you happy out there in this great wide world?
do you think about your sons?
do you miss your little girl?
when you lay your head down
how do you sleep at night?
do you even wonder if we're all right?
but we're all right
we're all right

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive

He scowled, he didn't like this song, it sounded too much like him. He wanted to turn it off, he really did, but he just couldn't bring himself to turn it off. Funny, this was one of his favorite bands and he had never heard this song.

the days I spent so cold, so hungry
were full of hate
I was so angry
those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
there's things I'll take, to my grave
but I'm okay
I'm okay

sometimes
I forgive
yeah and this time
I'll admit
that I miss you, said I miss you


He finally brought himself to pick up the remote. He stared at it for a moment before finally pushing the button. Instantly the room went silent. His eyes were watering and he wiped them with the back of his hand and stared at the warm, shining liquid. Tears? They couldn't be tears. He didn't cry. He was a man. He was Vegeta Ouji, the football legend, he didn't cry…did he? Of course he did. Everyone cried. Even his father cried.

He glared; he didn't want to think about his father. His father was a coward, a man who couldn't take care of his family, so he drowned himself in work so that he wouldn't feel guilty. Well, he didn't need his father. He was going to succeed all by himself. He was going to make it without his father, without his mother. He was going to be a winner all by himself.

          He wiped his hand on his sheets and saw the phone number on his arm. He contemplated what to do for a moment, then walked into his bathroom and washed his arm off. She meant nothing to him. She was just a nice piece of ass he'd gotten some money off of. He'd probably never see the bitch again anyways.

          He walked back into his room and climbed into bed. He still had some things he needed to move into his apartment, tomorrow, and after that, was the first day of school. It was really the middle of the year, but he decided that he couldn't wait another year. He wanted to have the best senior year he could, but sometimes he wondered if that would really happen, or if he was just fooling himself into believing it would. 

          He sighed, pulling the sheets over his head. He wondered what the other people would think of him, the star player of West City High's rival, Orange Star High, coming to their school. Some of them would probably think he was a spy or something. Yeah right.

          He reached for his remote and snapped the radio off. Tomorrow was a new day. The day after tomorrow was a new school day, and hopefully, a new life, a Football Life.

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Wow. That didn't go where I thought it would, but I guess it's okay. That was kinda more of the prologue. I'll try to get more of the plot in the next chapter instead of just more of the background…Well… don't forget to review, tell me what you think. If you have any ideas or suggestions, you can include them too, or you can email me.

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WAIT! I FORGOT THE THANK U'S FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER!! I promise I wont do this ever chapter, but I just thought it'd be nice.

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