Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or Legend of Dragoon SQUAK?? shut up.
WARNING: These first few chapter are about Bulma as a small child, what really scared her, at first the real big thing that scared her was rape. These Iuno four or five chapters will have them in them, it on't be graphical or anything, I'll put up warnings though. I'll barrier them in with a kay? any objections?
A/N I started this prequel a few days early, JUST TO SCOLD MY REVIEWERS FOR NOT REVIEWING!!!! lol J/K. I wanted to thank you so, thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou...ect.
Actually, I had a big break in homework. Now, in order to make this a sucessful fic, I need ideas, I want to know what the people want. I have a basic plot but no sub plots as of yet....(no sub plots plannedequals slower chapters) I refuse to do another crappy fic!
Anyway, let's get on with the prequel to Woes of An Assassin,
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Assassins, How We Got Here Chapter 1: What You Didn't See Behind The Closed Doors:
Bulma Breifs was three years old, yet very aware of what real life was like. Her father made a point in showing her exactly what happenes when a girl didn't do what her father told her. He showed her every night with his sisters. Her mother had died at her birth, her sisters say he hasn't been the same since and everything he did was all her fault.
In public they were a happy-go-lucky family that everyone envied. Not one person didn't want to be a Breifs, many boys had tried to get in the family by maring one of Jack's daughters, but no one was ever good enough in his eyes....supposedly. Truth is, he wanted them all to himself. He loved to watch his daughters suffer, none of them were sure why, but he lived for it.
Bulma had seen more in her three years of life than most adults. Her talent of shape shifting wouldn't be any use until she was at least five, the same age her father would begin to "punish" her like he did her sister's. Other kids did't realize how lucky they were, they had good caring parents, they didn't have to lock the door when they went to the bathroom incase their father was drunk, they didn't have to wear heavy clothing to hide their bodies, they didn't have to purposefully make themselves unattractive. They lived a happy life that they thought was the most horrible one in the world. Everyone had a story, their lives were sooo miserable.
They knew nothing of misery. They didn't know what a true beating was, or what it was like to be raped by their father, they knew nothing. They were too wrapped up in their own self-centerd lives to evennotice the bruises, or the limping from the Breifs. When they did they just called them hypocondriatic snobbs that wanted attention...if only they knew....
Bulma became aware of having to hide her body from her father a year ago. He had been drunk, the other girls were too bloody to move and her only brother was never home. He ran out of healthy girls to use, then spotted her. He didn't get very far, her oldest sister, and only female ally, had found strenght to chuck a beer bottle on his head. It shattered and rendered him unconcious, Bulma was cut by the glass leaving an ugly scar on he stomach. Since then she avoided him when ever she could.
Bulma wasn't afraid of the boogey man, or of evil clowns, the devil, kidnppers, large horses, actually, she often wished one of them would come and kill her, that way she wouldn't suffer anymore...and wouldn't EVER reach the age of five. But sadly, they never came, eventually she quite believeing in them...If they wouldn't save her then she didn't give a damn about them.
She preferred the darkness over light, it gave her comfort in the fact that anyone else could see her just as well as she could see them and it also gave good cover when running away.
Another problem with kids in her community, they didn't know what pain was. She, currently, had a broken leg and collar bone, she wasn't limping because one leg was opperational, she didn't cry every time she turned her head. Actually, she didn't cry at all. These minor injuries were nothing compared to what she's had before. The kids at her school would fall on thier rumps and cry like they've been shot in the head or something...she couldn't understand it. How could falling on your butt hurt? Iuno...
Bulma looked up as she heard something, she had been in a daze, thinking until someone snapped her out of it.
"Hello? I said Hello!? Are you in there brainiac?" one of the kids named Alec taunted her. No one liked her because she was three and in the fifth grade...who could blame them, it wasn't normal after all.
"What do you want you incompetent fool?" she snapped angrily. She hated this daily routine, all the guys expected her to be like her sisters, sluts. Her sisters got around, needless to say. They did everything in thier power to rebell against their father. But not Bulma, she wouldn't have that. Even if she was three, any of the guys would happily screw her, that made her sick. :::Perverted bastards anyway...::: Bulma thought
"Oh ho! Little bit of a tounge on miss priss today I see. Well, I guess I'll have to take care of that," he said and picked her up.
"Let me down you moronic amphibian!" Bulma screamed. One of the teachers looked over to see what was going on, but turned her head when she saw what it was. She knew Bulma was a part of one of the sluttiest families around. She was one of the few people in the town who saw that as a bad thing. She made no move to help her. The little whelp probally asked for it anyway.
Alec took her out of vision of the other teachers and sat her down, cornering her. "Drop your pants slut, let's see if you're as good as your sisters," he said breating heavily. She could see his very obvious erection just begging to be taken out of it's confinement.
"Move along Lexford," someone behind them said. Alec turned.
"Sticking up for the slut? What a nice guy, or perhaps you want her fpr yourself?" Alec sneered.
"She's three moron, leave before I decide to take action," he said crouching down to a fighting position. The moron decided to fight, no reason in particular, he just felt like it. He jumped at the mysterious hero and swung...needless to say it didn't connect. The savior never loses! The hero caught the fist in the air and flung him to the ground. He looked at the poor girl. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Bulma said a little timidly.
"Are you lost?" he asked looking around as if to find a parent with an empty hand.
"No," she said, "I go to school here. The guy looked at her incredusloy.
"Are you serious?" he said, his eyes almost poping out of his head.
"Yes I'm serious," she said almost a little heatedly squinting her eyes.
"Sorry, don't see a three year old in grade school everyday...you know?" he said turning a little red around the edges.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm Bulma by the way," she said reaching out her hand for him to shake.
"Albert. Pleased to meet you," he said accepting her hand and smiling. (a/n has nothing to do with my perverted parrot, Albert is a name from Legend of Dragoon, you'll see many names from that game in this fic)
"I know this sounds a little immature, but hey, I am three, but do you want to be my friend?" she asked with a pleading look in her eyes. She never had a friend before.
"Sure, why not," he said, :::she could use a little protection, poor thing::: he thought. And so they became friends. Many times other kids would harass her for her age, but he was always there to defend her. So eventually, they just left her alone.
The spent almost all their time together, before, during, and after school. Because of their vastintellect, they were in the same class. Which was the one for the extremely smart kids. They were both offered to move on a few grades, but they both declined. Bulma was having enough trouble as it was with her age. They got into trouble often, mostly fighting, but they were known to start food fights, ditch every now and then; not that it mattered, they really didn't have to attend class if they didn't want to. They could just get their work after school and that's it.
They made a few more friends through out the fifth grade. Dart & Shana were boyfriend and girlfriend, they had been together for years and years, Dart was a big trouble maker but Shana was a kind hearted good girl who tried to be friends with everyone. Lavitz was a natural born trouble maker, not to metion one of the three masterminds behind their "evil" plans or practical jokes as they called them. Rose was as close to a goth as their school got, not much of a troublemaker, she just stood in the shadows and observed with mild interest, though she was definatly considered a friend. Then there was Meru, a very loud mouthed, short tempered weakling who thought she was very very strong...she was to a certain extent, but down on the list as it were; in short, very amusing to have around. Kongol was a very large and stupid boy. He couldn't put sentences together and grunted most of the time. No one knew his story, only that he didn't speak any known language. And lastly their was the very odd teacher who enjoyed making friends with the good hearted troublemakers in the school, Haschel was very kind and got them out of a lot of trouble. They considered him "one of the guys" instead of just a teacher. This small group of friends became inseperable through time. Well it seemed like a long time to them, but really was only like four months before their undying friendship became permanent.
They were the only people in the city that knew of the truth behind the closed doors. They told each other everything. Bulma told them what was to become of her in two years. They were shocked to say the least, they all offered to kill her father but she said no. This was her battle.
They were all basically in the advanced class (with the exception of Kongol who was in their class for remedial stuff and who better to teach him than the geniuses), which is where they all met, in class. If they decided to ditch, Haschel (their teacher) made it excusable by calling it a feild trip.
Her fourth birthday came a little too soon, but all of her friends gave her useful presents. From Dart-a knife, Shana-an armored under-shirt and steel toed boots, Lavitz-an odd whip with two setting: regular and laser, Rose-black and white make up to cover up her face, and back hair dye so that her natural color wouldn't attract her father to her specifacally, Meru-a leather jacket that said "bad ass" on the back to match her new clothes, Haschel-a lot (and I mean A LOT) of books that would teach her various languages. She decided all of these would be helpful to her in the future.
Her and her friends trained constantly, trying to make Bulma strong enough to withstand what she would have to go through. This was very affective for her. She would never be strong enough to beat her father, but at least she wouldn't get as damaged as her sisters normally would. She constantly wore her steal toed boots, and her white make-up. Her jacket she never left behind and her whip was treasured. Bulma used her booksthat taught her new languagesto confuse the guys she sparred with. Actually, afterawhile, while sparring with Kongol, she began to speak a very odd language. Which ended up being his native tounge! Weird huh?
She could think pretty clearly for a four year old, she would be given stratagetic tests almost everyday, and would pass all of them with flying colors. No one understood how she was so smart.
Bulma often discussed with Albert the events that took place behind the closed doors, as they began to refer to it as. By doing so, they became very close. In turn, he would tell of affairs in his family and of daily life, they began to get to know each other very well.
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A/N: Well, was it a good start? Next Time: Chibi Vegeta and his older brother Chibi Sephiroth, how did it start for them? Why did they go seperate ways? What were their parents like? You'll find out!!!!
