Viper-Vegeta: Hi! Just like I promised, chapter two is already here! (gee, aren't I a good girl?) I feel really guilty for being such a prat with my other stories, reviewing everyone else and not keeping my own stories updated properly, so I'm trying to get ahead with this one. I hope this will keep all of my faithful readers satisfied, because I really am sorry!
Chibi-Vegeta: Before the idiot (aka: Viper-Vegeta) forgets, I'm going to tell you to get a life if you think we own this. WE DON'T!
Viper-Vegeta: Obviously, there are no reviews to reply to, yet, so I'm not going to do that, am I? Well, anyway, just enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 2.
Vegeta leaned against the tree, having left the classroom as soon as the bell had gone, but it appeared that he would get no time to himself today because at that moment a group of the students from the class he was in walked around the corner and caught sight of him.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Called Goku. "We've been looking for you!"
"Really." Vegeta said. He sighed, and then turned fully to face the several people that now stopped near him.
"You haven't really told anyone much about yourself." Goku smiled. "Do you care to elaborate what you said this morning?"
"Only if I have to." Vegeta said blandly.
"Fine, you have to." A boy named Damien smirked.
"Fine. What do you want to know?"
"Were you joking about the royalty thing?" Asked a girl named Carol
"No. I'm a prince, and to tell the truth, I'm glad I wasn't crowned as King. From what my father described to me, and what I've seen, it's more of a pain in the arse than anything."
"So, why weren't you crowned?" Goku asked.
"My father was killed. The only way for me to become King was to kill my father in a ceremonial fight, to the death, but as I said earlier, he was murdered before I could ever lay a hand on him. He was tortured and sliced apart right in front of me, and I was drenched in his blood and presented with his crown, still attached to his head, as a sick torment by the person who killed him." Vegeta growled, looking downwards as he remembered the images. They shot through his mind, his expression contorted, and suddenly he stood and went to walk off.
"Hey, Vegeta, wait up." Goku grabbed his shoulder and jerked him back, and Vegeta glared at him when he turned around. "We're sorry. I'm sorry. We didn't mean to bring anything up that was painful." Goku said sincerely.
"Never-mind. I have nightmares about it constantly. I'm used to it, but somehow talking about it makes it more final. I keep hoping that my father will walk past, and the nightmares will be nothing more than that, but I know that it's real." Vegeta glanced downwards. "I accept that I have some issues. Give me some time to adjust here, first, but tell me if I do anything that's not acceptable, ok? I don't know the culture very well yet."
"Sure." Damien smiled.
The bell went and the group slowly walked back towards their classroom.
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