Author's Note:

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This is just the beginning of a very long story if you were wondering. I haven't even begun to write down everything yet. I know it kind of seems like the end to Vegeta's abuse and crap but trust me—there is more to come. This will at the least be 24 chapters. Nearing the end—it seems a bit dramatic like someone would end the story that way—But trust me—it's just the beginning.

Mood: Worthy To Say- Nickelback Hero- Chad Kroeger

"Well, brat," Vegeta's father said. "I don't know what to say." Vegeta adverted his eyes to the ground. He didn't know what to say either. Liz smiled sweetly, looking at Vegeta's face. She was almost overjoyed that he did something on his own accord, instead of her setting him up. "Sneaking out of the house can't go unpunished," his father added sighing and standing up. "What do you suggest I do?" Vegeta thought about saying, 'letting me go freely?' but figured that wouldn't fly over too well. Instead, he began to look at a very interesting formation on the floor—a formation that wasn't interesting enough for him to not to hear his father walking towards him. "Bruno, Liz—could you go downstairs for a minute? I need to talk this over with him alone." Bruno grunted and went downstairs, and Liz looked a little surprised and angry, but changed her mood quickly with the thought of Vegeta getting something very bad from Mr. Ouji. She smiled sweetly and followed Bruno down the stairs, only looking up to wink at Vegeta. Vegeta turned his eyes to his dad.

"Why didn't you ask me to if you could go out? Why did you just leave?" His father asked looking down into Vegeta's own eyes. Vegeta ranked his brain for answers, he could say peer pressure… too much stress… a need for adventure…

"Because I didn't think I would be able to go," he answered truthfully in the end. His father sighed.

"You left without any warning! You went out somewhere without anyone having any idea where you were! You just come back, now—think what? That you wouldn't get caught? Vegeta, what I'm I going to do with you? Bruno and Liz have been worried sick—" He stopped mid-sentence as his son snorted. "What's that suppose to mean?" He asked firmly. Vegeta looked up into his father's eyes slowly.

"You have no idea," he stated heavily, feeling as if someone dropped a 150-pound weight on his chest. His father frowned.

"Well give me one," he stated. Vegeta kept staring at his father and said nothing.

"You could make me pay for my car out of my own money instead of buying it for me on my birthday for punishment," he said looking upstairs longingly at his room. His father was a bit upset his son wouldn't tell him his problem, but didn't pursue the subject. He nodded his head and softly replied,

"I'll think about that. Go to bed and we can discuss this tomorrow." His father went to his room, (downstairs with Liz), and Vegeta to started to sulk over to his own. He was startled and turned around when a shadow loomed over him. He turned and saw Bruno behind him. Bruno grabbed him by his upper arm none too gently and started to forcefully pull him up the stairs. Once at the top he said,

"Your father's way too soft on you. He doesn't understand the only way to make you learn is pain. It was the only way he knew how to learn, too. Did you know that?" Vegeta stared at Bruno trying to tell if he was lying. His father had gone through the same thing? Is this why Bruno thought it the only way? If his father went through it, then Bruno must have, too. But Vegeta wasn't about to give him any sympathy. His father wouldn't want it, and would probably be a little mad and embarrassed if his son knew. Vegeta started to think his life was getting too confusing. He couldn't handle all of this crap forever. He was going to break, eventually. Maybe he already had broken at the Kame house. He wasn't very sure about much anymore. Bruno spat on the floor and dragged Vegeta to the sunroom. It was a big room upstairs next to Vegeta's with a huge balcony that filled up with a bright light in the morning. At night, the stars emitted light throughout the room, opposing the moon on the other side of the house. This was also a soundproof room, like every other room in his house. If his dad didn't want to be kicked out of his house by angry neighbors from playing with the band in the middle of the night, all the rooms had to be soundproof. But Vegeta was beginning to think Bruno had other ideas as he shut the door slowly walked in front of him.

"I hate you," Vegeta whispered the pale light casting a shadow over his face. "I hate you." Bruno stared at him silently and without warning backhanded him in the face. Vegeta's head snapped back and he fell to the ground. He looked up to Bruno, a hot anger in his chest. He didn't move, he just stayed down. He had been through this before—over and over again. It wasn't about to change now, or ever. He glared at the big lumbering figure above him. Bruno sneered and kicked him in the face. Vegeta took a fast rapid breath as blood flew freely from his nose. No. He wasn't going to take this anymore. He wasn't going to take it if it killed him. He rolled over and pushed himself up quickly. He stared at Bruno, the way he had been the whole while, empty and daring. He didn't really care anymore. He had failed himself. He failed his father. He even failed his friends. He couldn't care less if he failed anymore, because this year, his last year at school, the last year he would have to stay here at this house, the last year to stand up for himself the way nobody else had. Bruno grabbed him by the hair and Vegeta gave him an uppercut in his jaw. Bruno stepped back, being as surprised as if someone told him he was wearing fish scales for pants. He regained his composure quickly, and grabbed Vegeta shaking him furiously. Vegeta had the feeling of being a bubblehead doll as Bruno did this.

"What are you trying to prove! What are you aiming at you little ass!" Bruno said through clenched teeth. His eyes had dulled, the way they always did when he was pissed. Vegeta didn't know why he was so mad; he didn't even leave a mark on his jaw. "ANSWER ME!" he shouted slamming Vegeta into the glass wall that lead to the balcony. The glass shook, but held firm. Vegeta felt the common fear that always accompanied him when Bruno was around. It took a while to kick in, but as he realized Bruno might shove him through the glass wall in his anger fit, it all came back full force. He wished that not all the rooms were soundproof. Vegeta looked at Bruno's face, his eyes wide and heart thumping. Bruno grabbed Vegeta's neck and rammed his head in the glass. Vegeta didn't let a sound escape his lips, but felt an oncoming dread as the glass door shook and cracked. He tried to tell Bruno the door would break, but he couldn't talk as Bruno tightened his grip on his neck. He was starting to find it hard to breath, too. Vegeta put his hands on Bruno's arms, trying to pry them off his neck. Bruno just smiled and slammed Vegeta's head into the glass door again with unmistakable force. The window broke and Vegeta fell on the balcony with glass covering him, some stuck in his hands and his head bleeding all over the floor. He felt dizzy, and his stomach buzzed. A black sheet was slowly covering his vision. He felt a rough hand grab him, and he slowly lost consciousness outside on the sunroom.

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Vegeta awoke in a bright yellow room, light pouring out of a window next to him. He tried to lift his head, but it felt as if it weighed one thousand pounds. He saw one of his legs propped up two feet above him on a bench thing. It was broken, evidently. He sighed deeply and spoke in a quavering voice. He was surprised to find out how weak he sounded.

"Where am I," he asked. He heard someone gasp to his right but couldn't see anyone. He couldn't move his head no matter how hard he tried. A blonde girl looked down at his face and smiled.

"He's awake," she stated into a walky-talky device. Vegeta saw an IV tank out of the corner of his eye at his left. Oh. He thought. I must be at a hospital. But how long have I been here? Vegeta heard the door open and heard his father's voice.

"You okay, kid? Why did you do that?" Vegeta noticed his dad's voice was a bit worried and a bit upset. "Why did you jump out the window? Why did he do whaaaaaat? Bruno was the one who bashed him through the window. Vegeta tried to turn his head again and was pleased to see he could move it a little more now, but it gave him a splitting headache. Too bad. He needed to know what was going on here. The door opened again. He heard two men, a ruff loud voice, and a soothing soft old rickety one—and a woman's voice—purring and cat like. Bruno, Liz, and some other old guy had come in.

"How long have I been here? What are you talking about?" Vegeta asked his dad with an effort. Speaking was getting easier, but his head was buzzing and felt like someone was pounding on it with a hammer. His body didn't feel so hot either. He turned his head slowly to his father's face, every movement making his head scream at him. His father's eyes were pained, something Vegeta hadn't seen for a long time. His father hid his emotions the same way he did. Seeing him like this was unnerving.

"Only a couple of hours. Liz and I heard glass shattering so we went upstairs. Bruno ran from his room and got there first. You went through the door of the sunroom. Vegeta, did you jump through the glass door?" Vegeta Sr. was staring at his son's face intently, waiting for a reply. Vegeta stared back, and had the sudden urge to scream, or to cry, or to sleep. Why couldn't his father put two and two together? He supposedly went through this too, so why couldn't he tell. Vegeta let out a chocking sound and put his hand on his father's shoulder. He looked into his father's eyes and begged him to know. He couldn't say anything with Bruno there. Or maybe he could. There wasn't anything to lose.

"I-," he started but couldn't continue. It was starting to hurt too much. "I-. No." His father grabbed his son's hands and looked at the floor for a while, then back at his son's eyes. There was a lot of that happening lately. He and the band had been practicing 'Feelin' Way Too Damn Good' today—yesterday—and now it seemed things were starting to wrong again. Lyrics were a little bit too right to life.

"Then what happened?" Vegeta Sr. asked. Nobody was talking anymore. They all wanted to hear what Vegeta was going to say. Vegeta could practically feel Bruno's eyes glaring a hole through, him threatening him. But he was 17 now. He had more sense. If he told his father, everything would be sorted out. But only if his father believed him. He had to put all his trust in him. He took a breath and answered,

"I didn't jump," his head was really pounding now; he thought he might pass out. "I didn't jump," he repeated. "But Bruno knows the truth. Why don't you ask… him?" Talking pained him now; his jaw was starting to ache. He saw his vision blurring again but felt everything in reverse as a doctor—the old man who was talking with Bruno—touched the bandages on his head and put some kind of ointment on them. He opened a box and looked to Vegeta's face.

"How much pain are you in?" he asked. Vegeta tried to laugh, but all that came out was a croak. The doctor shook his head and took a lima bean thing out of the box. "Eat this," he said putting it in Vegeta's mouth. Vegeta frowned, shut his eyes, and started to chew it. He swallowed and waited. Slowly, he felt his body regenerate, a tingling feeling going through his veins. His headache left and he felt sort of light headed—then—nothing. Vegeta snapped opened his eyes. He felt nothing. Only the bruises he could sense as he sat up. He waited for an answer from the doctor. "Sensu Bean. It's a new healing product from Capsule Corporation. Works like a charm, doesn't it?" Vegeta just nodded. Yeah it worked okay—but he still could feel the scars and bruises he already had before. Capsule Corporation… Bulma. Bulma had said her father owned the place, and everyone around him at school whispered about her and the Corporation. Vegeta wondered if it had saved his life. He swept his long sharp bangs to the side of his face and pushed his blankets off—then suddenly felt out of place. Now that he was out of pain, he could see he had no clothes on, only bandages on his arms and wrists, lower legs, mid section, and head. He felt like a mummy. He also felt very exposed. Why the hell was he sitting stark naked on a bed with his leg propped up? His leg was belted to the bench thing so he couldn't grab the blankets without reaching and swinging his arms like an idiot. And everyone could see his wounds. And his unmentionables. Damn it! His dad gave him an inquisitive look and put his hand over his eyes muttering,

"Oh God… what has he been doing?" Bruno frowned deeply and arched his eyebrows, staring at Vegeta as a lion might stare at its prey. Its soon to be dead prey. Liz just stood in the doorway, eyeing him up and down. Vegeta could almost smell her getting horny from where he was. Eweeee.

The doctor looked troubled as he saw his patient's bruises. He wouldn't be the first to have come in like that. In fact, the doctor seemed to remember the last one who had came with bruises and scars like Vegeta's had the very same name. The doctor looked from the man who appeared to be the exact broader and taller replica of his patient and recognized him immediately. The man who kneeled by his patient was the same one who came in near death after his father beat him. The doctor heard he ran away soon afterwards. So he hadn't gotten very far… the doctor thought and looked at the state of his patient again. He was going to ball the nurse out for not mentioning the long bruises and scars all over this young man's body. The Sensu Bean couldn't heal wounds that of after 48 hours. The doctor stared at Vegeta Sr. and sighed. Had he put those wounds on his son? Was he exactly like his father? The doctor wondered if the whole family would be that of abusers, or if one day they would change. But child abuse wasn't what the doctor signed in his contract, so he simply shrugged looked away. This wasn't his business. Liz sat next to her husband and stared at Vegeta.

"Vegeta… don't tell me you've been into self injuring! It's dangerous and you could really hurt yourself!" she exclaimed. Vegeta let his jaw drop. She was kidding, right? Bruno followed Liz's lead.

"Dumb ass brat. His girlfriend probably broke up with him and this is how he got over it." Vegeta went from surprised to angry and relieved. He hadn't had a girlfriend for three years! But he wasn't worried. His dad was no fool. They couldn't trick him like that. And he was right. Vegeta Sr. slowly stood up with his head downwards. He shook his head and put a hand on Vegeta's bedpost to sturdy his self.

"I've been a fool," he stated lifting his head up and looking out the bright window. "Bruno—get yourself a new house and move out. Liz—we're done for. We're getting a divorcé. I know what you and Bruno have been doing—I just didn't want to believe it." He took a quavering breath and looked at his son's body once more. "I've been a fool." He stated again, and looked at the two stunned figures at the door. "You won't hurt me or my son any longer. Leave." Bruno looked as if he might break something, but instead shot a look at his brother, then at Vegeta. He suddenly smiled. Vegeta didn't like that one bit. He knew by just looking at it that Bruno would find a way to get to him again. Bruno spat on the ground and said,

"I won't forget to write, brother." Liz grabbed Bruno by the arm flipped off Vegeta Sr. who stared at them intently as the left the room. The doctor just shook his head and started to file papers. So his guess was wrong. The other man had done the abusing. But now it was already in the past, and he had more important things to tend to. Vegeta Sr. sat next to his son putting his hands on his eyes. He wasn't having a very good day… at all. Vegeta on the other hand felt superb. He felt… free. Having Bruno and Liz gone was the biggest improvement in his life. He felt he could dance on the moon, or throw a party and dance on the moon. He felt he could hug his father until the sun went down. He felt happy. And Bruno and Liz couldn't ruin it now. He looked at hi father and smiled—for real. It had been a long time since he had done so.

"Dad," Vegeta said putting a hand on his father's shoulder. "You've just made my day, but you could make it 100 percent perfect if you could hand me my clothes." Vegeta Sr. looked at his son, and Vegeta saw his eyes red and watery. He dropped his smile. He had almost forgotten how hard this would be for his father. But he didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to comfort his father? The doctor unbuckled Vegeta's foot from the weird wooden bench thing, took the IV out of Vegeta's arm, and left the room. These two needed time alone. Vegeta Sr. put his hand out to help his son up, who took it. Vegeta was practically pulled up by his father's strong hand. Vegeta grabbed his clothes off a counter by the IV thing, and put them on. He turned and walked back over to his father unsure of what to say. His father, after an awkward silence, hugged his son lightly, a fatherly gesture—one that took Vegeta by surprise. He uncertainly put his arms around his father in return and felt himself blushing. He knew this shouldn't embarrass him, but he couldn't help it.

"Don't be afraid to talk to me about something," his father stated. Oh crap. Vegeta thought. Please don't go dramatic on me!

"Okay…" Vegeta answered, happy the doctor wasn't in here. His father stepped back and smiled, his eyes still watery and red. Vegeta looked to the floor, not knowing what to do.

"I want to walk home alone, to think about all that happened tonight. You gunna' be okay?" Vegeta Sr. asked. Vegeta nodded. His house was only about a block away from the hospital. "Good. See you later, kid." Vegeta nodded smiling a little as his father left the room.

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Bulma talked to Chi Chi on the phone at a fast pace about the events at the Kame House.

"I can't believe Vegeta did that to Yamcha. I think he has problems," Bulma said to Chi Chi, who snorted at this.

"I think he's a pig. Don't stand up for him, Bulma."

"Chi Chi, you don't understand—"

"Understand what? That he's a pig?"

"SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!" Bulma shouted into the phone. Silence. "I'm sorry, Chi, it's just that—he was lying when he told us where the bruises came from. My old boyfriend was a skater, remember?"

"Well yeah but… he still didn't have to do that to Yamcha!"

"Yamcha is totally fine though, Chi. He just got a little bruise. I think Vegeta was worse off."

"BULMA! He is a JERK! Don't do this to me, girl!" Bulma sighed.

"I guess you're right," she muttered secretly disagreeing. Vegeta had a problem and she wanted to help him. It was just her personality. She had to help people, no matter what other people thought of them. There was good in everybody, even Vegeta, whether Chi Chi realized it or not. "Well, so you later, Chi."

"Bye Bulma." The line went dead, and Bulma looked at her white walls. She felt that Chi Chi would never understand.

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Vegeta took off a few minutes after his father had. It was rather cold outside, and it was busy—very busy. He thought it might take him until night to get to his house. A little kid ran into him and fell over. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. Clumsy idiot. He was almost around the block when a strong hand cupped a hand over his mouth and dragged him to an alley. Vegeta tried to yell, but with all the racket, it would just go unnoticed.

It was dark in the alley, almost too dark to see. Vegeta thought he was going to get mugged—or beat up—or something. But what happened was worse yet.

"I'm not gone. I'm not going to leave. In fact, I'm going to see you every day. You cost me my home kid, me and Liz. You aren't going to get off easy, and your father isn't either. Don't think my threats empty anymore. Now I can hurt you with nothing to lose." Vegeta felt Bruno take a switchblade out and he rubbed it against Vegeta's cheek. He started to shake. Was he going to kill him right now? Right here? In the shadows, he heard Liz exhale. He saw her take the blade from Bruno and rub it lightly against his inner thigh. Bruno had him by the arms, so he couldn't move his upper body. He didn't dare to kick Liz with Bruno behind him either. Wasn't he ever going to get a break? Liz put her hand in Vegeta's pants touching his manlyhood, and he tried to jerk back.

"You'll pay, Vegeta," Liz said her eyes glinting hatefully. "You'll pay in more ways then one." She gripped it, then let go and took her hand out of his pants. Vegeta pulled his legs closer to himself. Bruno made him look him in the eyes.

"Just remember we aren't gone, and don't plan on leaving for a long time. A very long time. Don't try anything Vegeta…" Bruno took the blade from Liz and made light but sharp circles on his neck. "Or an accident might happen." He cut the sleeve of Vegeta's shirt and made a mark on his arm. A small amount of blood dribbled down it. Bruno stuck the blade in Vegeta's face. "And accidents can happen very easily… and all the time." Bruno took the blade away and smirked. "We are going to leave. Don't turn around until you count to 50 or an accident might happen right here, in an alley in West City, busiest and most prosperous place in the world." He let go of Vegeta and ran away with Liz. Vegeta didn't turn around. He didn't even count. Instead, when the footsteps died away he leaned on the wall for support and started to cry. Hot tears of fear and anger fell down his face, and he cursed them. He hated life, and he wanted to go home now more then ever.

Well, Bruno and Liz aren't gone yet. I know it seems un-Vegeta like for him to cry—but it's logical. That's what anyone would do in that situation. You'll get a lot of answers in the next chapter… Chapter 5! It will probably be updated Tuesday.