Author's Note:
SORRY YA'LL! I've been lazy because it's SPRING BREAK! WHOO HOO! Does a little dance okay—secondly,
AHHHH! I don't own any songs or songwriters (uh, Linkin Park, Trapt, Limp Bizkit Staind, Nickelback, Chad Kroeger (same thing), Matchbox Twenty), like that and that goes for ALL chapters! I also don't own any DragonballZ characters. Phew. Am I safe now? Anyway, you know that one song I said was called 'shine' for Crossfade? Well it is called 'colors' not that you care or know what I'm talking about, lol. Vegeta is finally going to start to get stronger! Yes! But will it be enough? Guess you never know. (Unless you're me, HA HA HA!) This is my longest chappie and MAYBE the most angst filled (at the end). I highly warn you—heavy angst at the end. I expect flames on this chapter.
Mood: Headstrong- Trapt – Unwell --Matchbox Twenty
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HIGH SCHOOL BLUES
Chapter 6
Vegeta awoke to the dark with a light headache and an empty stomach. He sat up, and saw a sleeping figure on another bed recently put in his room. He looked at his little desk and cursed himself again for breaking his stupid clock. Getting up slowly as not to wake up Zorn, he crept out of his room to the kitchen.
Down here, it was quite, and Vegeta stumbled down the stairs to the refrigerator. He grabbed milk and went to a cupboard and took out some cereal. It was the only thing that he saw quick enough to eat. Vegeta poured milk into his bowl trying to keep his face blank. Someone came down the stairs. Vegeta kept eating.
"Sheeeesh, it's dark down here! How can you see anything?" The voice of Zorn said but not loud enough to wake Mr. Ouji. Vegeta grunted in the darkness. He heard Zorn come in his direction, only to run into the table.
"Nice," Vegeta said sarcastically. Zorn sat in the chair next to him.
"You have school tomorrow," he stated. Vegeta glared at him through the darkness.
"I know," he answered flatly. Zorn sighed.
"What is up with you?" He asked looking in the other direction. Vegeta glanced at him and said nothing shoving his spoon into his cereal. "Look, you can't just act all mad and emotionless forever." Vegeta still didn't answer thinking, I could if I tried. "You woke me up," Zorn said when all other attempts of restarting a conversation failed.
"Hm," Vegeta answered, though you could tell by the way his voice was he didn't care at all. Zorn arched his eyebrows. His cousin was starting to make him mad.
"Do you always act like an ass or do you save it all for me?" He asked angrily.
"Both. I wake up in the morning and say 'Hey! What a wonderful day to be an ass to Zorn! And I think I should save some for everyone else, too so they can relate to him and he won't be lonely!'" Vegeta retorted in a high-pitched voice. He had a headache and Zorn was making it worse.
"Stop that right now," Zorn stated sternly He wasn't up for games right now. Vegeta's attitude was really biting his ass. "What is the matter with you? What aren't you telling me? Do you just hate everyone but yourself! You're being totally selfish right now!"
"I have good reasons to be that way," Vegeta said swiftly.
"And what's that?" Zorn shot back. Vegeta didn't say anything. "Why don't you ever answer me?" Zorn was irritated and confused. Something had to be wrong for someone to act like that.
"Look, there's just some things you don't talk about, okay? Good or bad, there's a certain extent before you just got to know when to talk and when not to. If there's something that bothers someone and they don't want to talk about, you'll have to wait until they tell you on their own. I'm not in a good mood right now so questioning me further would be fruitless," Vegeta stated. Neither of them said anything. In the dark room, the silence made it seem dim and unloved.
"I noticed how you managed to fit food into your speech," Zorn said after a while. Vegeta tried to smile, but couldn't. He liked Zorn, but he couldn't find a way to show or tell him. Plus his headache was getting worse. That didn't help.
"What time is it?" He asked instead eating another spoonful of cereal.
"Five," Zorn replied. "Five thirty." Vegeta nodded, and got up to the cupboard getting some 'Extra Strength Tylenol.' On the back, it said to take not to take more than 2 pills in four to six hours. Vegeta took four. It's not like something bad was going to happen. A/N (I just took three about fifteen minutes ago. I wonder what will happen? Nothing, probably. Or I might get high. Oh well. My headaches gone, though. I'm unfocused though, so sorry about that if it messes up my writing.) "Are you going to be up to meeting with the band today?" Zorn asked Vegeta.
"Hell yeah, I want that tattoo from Joe when we go platinum," Vegeta replied. It was getting a little lighter as the sun crept over the horizon. Vegeta heard his dad's alarm clock go off. Yeah, it was five thirty.
"Well, I'm going back to sleep," Zorn said stopping a yawn. "G'Night. Or good morning. Good morning-night. Whatever, I'm just going to bed!" And with that, Zorn slipped up the stairs letting his yawns emerge at full force. He was definitely one of a kind!
Vegeta watched him, the sun gradually picking up speed and getting higher in the sky. Vegeta went back up to his room, remembering he was still in his clothes from yesterday.
Zorn lifted up his head as the door opened.
"Here to wake me up already! I've just gotten back to bed!" He exclaimed, and dropped his head into the pillow. Vegeta rolled his eyes and grabbed a black tee shirt with white under-armor and black baggy jeans. He turned to make sure Zorn was asleep (or at least not apt to turn and look at his scars), and hurriedly put them on. Zorn lifted his head up again when Vegeta was putting on his belt. "When's the last time you took a bath!" Zorn said nearly shouting. Vegeta turned around slowly with looking at Zorn the way a mother would look at a child that asked 'Is your butt always that big or did you have extensions on it like Jay-Low?" Vegeta sniffed his arm and frowned. He didn't smell thatbad.
"Er, Saturday," Vegeta answered slowly. He was talking about when Kakarott and Tien threw him into the lake. Surely that counted as a shower. Right? Zorn made a face.
"Well, you should take a bath right now, man! That stench is almost unbearable." Making the worst face he could muster at Zorn, Vegeta grabbed his backpack and something out of his top dresser door, and then went out slamming his door, going straight into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and relieved himself in the toilet as the water warmed up. Vegeta washed his hands and dried them, and then let the hot shower water fall on him as he gazed upon the white walls of the room, and red and black mat on the floor below.
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8:45. Bulma stared at the clock and looked to the front of the classroom. Vegeta was late again. Or he wasn't going to show.
"Bulma," a voice hissed beside her. "Bulma." Bulma turned her head and looked at Chi Chi inquisitively.
"What?" She whispered, keeping an eye on Mrs. Hannigan.
"Exactly. What the hell are you thinking about so deeply that you've ripped the pages out from your book?" Bulma looked down. So she had. Oh well. Daddy could always buy the library a new book. He could by them a whole new library, too if he wanted! "Well!" Chi Chi asked, whispering.
"I don't want to say," Bulma replied silently. Chi Chi blinked and then folded her arms in a huff.
"What do you mean you don't want to say! This is me, your best friend, knower-of-all-secrets, and reader of the mind! You have to tell me!" She hissed out looking offended. Bulma sighed roughly and made a face.
"Well if you put it that way…" She bit her lip and turned her head, wondering if it was okay to tell Chi Chi about Vegeta, and her thoughts on him, and about him being beaten… "It's…" She started as the door opened loudly and Vegeta stood with Principle Redwood behind him.
"I believe this here, madam, belongs here, to you?" The principle said in a deep voice. He was a big broad man with red hair that matched his name. He had neither beard nor stubble, but a mustache that frowned, as did the expression on his face. He had thick black eyebrows and deep wrinkles on his forehead. Vegeta smiled brightly as Redwood left and Mrs. Hannigan stared at him furiously her glasses falling to the bridge of her nose.
"Sitttttttt dowwwwwn," She rasped pointing towards the desks. Vegeta dropped his cheesy smile and sat where he had sat the last time, to the right of Bulma. Bulma looked at the floor, embarrassed that she almost told Chi Chi a secret he had probably trusted her with. Even if he didn't have much of a choice.
"Hello," Bulma said quietly as Mrs. Hannigan turned to her desk fondling with papers angrily. Vegeta looked at her for a while, and then tapped on Goku's shoulder. Goku turned (he was in front of Vegeta.)
"Hey, Goku when do you go to Kame to train? Just on Saturdays or what? What kind of fighting techniques do you learn…" Bulma looked foreword and felt heart drop as Vegeta's voice faded away. She wasn't paying any attention anymore. Chi Chi saw Bulma's face and stopped looking at Vegeta disapprovingly. Maybe Bulma felt more for Vegeta than what Chi Chi had first predicted. Chi Chi thought of this, and felt a small regret towards calling Vegeta a pig and dissing her best friends ideas and hopes when she felt so deeply about them.
"It will take time," Chi Chi whispered and smiled as Bulma lifted her head. Seeing Chi Chi smile, Bulma did the same and they both hugged, giggling.
"HEY! Stop making girl talk in the back and read your books! This is not a class for chat and reunions! You two boys can cut the chat too! NOW!" Mrs. Hannigan screeched and went back to her papers muttering. Chi Chi and Bulma looked at each other again and giggled silently. Vegeta and Goku watched this and gave each other a look.
"Girls." They mumbled under their breathes at the same time.
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In math, Vegeta started to feel dizzy. A/N (remember the Tylenol? I did that yesterday plus 2 regular kind and extra dose of cough syrup and mountain dew with half a cup of sugar in it. Nothing happened to me (for some reason all pills have the opposite effect on me or they won't work right) but for my friends other things happened, one of them, which is going to happen to Vegeta. Oh, and don't try swallowing 4 Extra Strength Tylenol pills in your mouth at home. I'm an idiot, and things like that have no effect on me 'cause I do things like that a lot. For others, you will see…) Vegeta heard a slight buzzing in his ears and he was a bit unfocussed. He looked out the window as the teacher blabbed on about algebra and physics, all things he could learn from some one who had paid attention. He saw the door begin to blur and let out an almost inaudible,
"What?" The room began to spin and his head pounded, he heard a few people gasp as he fell the floor and the room blacked out.
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"Vegeta…" a bright light began to shine as he looked into a pretty young girl's face with purple hair and a red bandana. Was that an angel? Did he die and go to heaven? A deeper voice said his name now.
"Vegeta." Turning his head with his vision still a bit blurred, he made out a face with black hair and a scar. Oh no. Yamcha. This must be the other place!
"HELL!" Vegeta shouted as he bolted upright. He saw the whole class staring at him, including his math teacher, Mr. Sikkema. A tall and thin man in his thirties with short black hair and glasses, he looked more like a science teacher. (Which he is in real life, lol.) Mr. Sikkema arched his eyebrows and replied,
"Well I think I'm going to let you off this time, seeing as you're a bit deluded and just passed out." Kids snickered in the background. "Do you want to go to the office, Vegeta?" Feeling a bit sick and empty headed, he nodded looking at Launch.
"I'm glad you're alright. I might have had my sister come and get you if you weren't," Launch said sweetly. Vegeta felt totally back in reality now. Launch had a twin sister with blonde hair who was the total opposite of Launch. Mean. A crook. Smart. Cocky. Bad cook. The only thing the same about them was they're looks. The same person only Launch's sister had green eyes, blonde hair, and a tough ass personality. But the only thing Vegeta was worried about was the fact she always carried a gun. He could totally take her down, but if she had came when he blacked out… Vegeta shuddered and walked out of the classroom without saying a word.
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"IN trouble again, Mr. Ouji? ALREADY! You were just in here!" Redwood exclaimed angrily. Vegeta shrugged and smirked.
"No, I just blacked out in class. Is that a problem for you? Because the only thing I've seen you do since I got here is sit on your ass and gripe at kids all day," he replied. He noticed he was starting to get really cocky, and it felt pretty good. Why shouldn't he get cocky? He deserved it; after all he had been through in just week. He was going to learn to fight, kick ass, and be as stubborn and arrogant as anyone like him could. Which was a lot. With this newfound attitude, no one would ever hurt him again. He just knew it. The principle stared in shock. Earlier, he found Vegeta with two other kids spray painting his car (which read 'I'm multitalented. I can bitch and flip you off at the same time!') Redwood didn't like for some reason, and proved he could do just that.
"IF THIS attitude keeps up, Mr. Ouji, I will be calling your parents!" Redwood hissed.
"Dad," Vegeta corrected, a blooming feeling in his chest—pride was what he lived for from now on. "You would call my dad. And he wouldn't care. This is just another school out of about a dozen I've been to. Nothing special about this old crack pot."
"THIS old crack pot is very high in educational standards and has the highest grade point average in the world!" Redwood said trying to keep his composure.
"With Kakarott here? I find that very hard to believe," Vegeta retorted smoothly, trying not to laugh at the look on Redwood's face.
"Well you can find it harder to believe in the ADDED hour of DETENTION you have on Saturday," Redwood said through clenched teeth. "Go back to class, and if there are any further visits here you shall be upgraded to in-school suspension. Is that clear?" Vegeta made a face.
"Why not just suspension?" He asked.
"BECAUSE you would enjoy it too much! NOW GET OUT!" Vegeta rolled his eyes and walked out the door. That guy sure did put a lot of emphases on his words. The 5-minute bell rang for the next class (his being Home Economics and Work Shop). Looking around aimlessly, he walked straight into another student. A blue haired girl to be exact. He dropped his books and staggered, and the girl fell on her butt.
"I love your sense of direction," Vegeta said sadistically.
"Shut up and give me a hand up!" Bulma replied putting a hand in the air. Vegeta grabbed her hand and helped her until she was halfway up—then let go. "OUCH!" Bulma shouted as she fell again. "What was that for?"
"For being an idiot! If you hadn't ran into me, it wouldn't have happened," Vegeta said smirking superiorly. Bulma frowned. Maybe it was just her, but Vegeta seemed a bit more… arrogant? Shaking her head she thought, he couldn't get anymore arrogant!
But she wasn't about to let him step all over her! Getting up quickly she looked him in the eye (which wasn't hard, he was only less than half an inch shorter than her), and stated,
"I didn't run into you! YOU ran into ME! YOU were the one looking around like some ditz on drugs!" Bulma wondered if she was ruining her chances with him, any chances she might have had at all.
Vegeta just smirked. He was actually enjoying this. He was use to being with people who took advantage of him or who were totally afraid of him—or were just 'friends' that he couldn't relate to at all. Having Bulma argue with him and be worth the insults was refreshing. He could forget about everything and shoot back comments all day. Plus, she was cute when she was mad. Not that he looked. He was too good for that… the tardy bell now rang.
"Too bad for you," Bulma said smirking. "I'm the daughter of the richest man in the world, so I can get away with being late."
"Well my father's the lead singer in Nickelback, so drop that insignificant subject," Vegeta shot back, also smirking.
"But they don't know that," Bulma countered folding her arms. And she was right. They, meaning teachers and students (except the clique) hadn't one idea. If they did know, kids would be all over his house and his dad in a second. Not to mention interviewers. Everything about his father's career was a secret. Goku having his dad in that band and the clique already knowing that may be why it never caused an uproar among themselves.
"Like another tardy is going to blemish my record. Get out of my face onna, you bug me," Vegeta replied walking past her to the Home Ec. Room. When he was gone, she went to math with a small smile thinking she slightly had figured out a little bit of Vegeta's personality.
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At the end of the day, Vegeta had Gym class, which he shared with the whole entire clique. Bulma had her father arrange it that way, and Vegeta was just moved into his new gym class so he could be with them today. They had to play soccer for this session. 17 and 18 were usually the team captains, because the coach favored them. Goku would be a favorite if he knew how to play. When Goku was on the football team, despite his good-natured heart, he threw the football in the wrong goal and cost them a game. The coach ventured away from choosing him after that, but Goku didn't seem to notice.
"Hey Vegeta! How's it going!" Goku shouted from across the room. Vegeta didn't answer until he was right next to him.
"As good as it always gets," Vegeta said with surprising bitterness. Goku looked at him and blinked a few times before shaking his head and going to the locker rooms. Vegeta followed. There were teens all over the place changing, some taking showers, and some talking about breaking into the girl's locker room. Vegeta made a face. He could tell what was on their minds. Goku took his uniform and Vegeta did the same. The Orange Star gym uniforms were fairly simple; black shorts and a white t-shirt with the Orange Star symbol in the middle of the front of the shirt. Which was a shining star with an orange background. Very creative. Not. On the back was the wearer's last name. Vegeta had the arms off of his so it was sleeveless. A lot of people asked him about the scars on his arms and legs, and he told them all to pop off. There wasn't any need for them to know what had caused them. Or who had caused them. Looking at the patterns on the lockers and thinking this, only when the whistle blew and Goku's hand was on his neck did he snap back to reality.
"GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY NECK, KAKAROTT!" He shouted. Goku jumped back.
"Sheesh, don't bite my head off! I was just checking for a pulse to make sure you were alive!" Krillin, who was nearby, heard this and began to snicker. Vegeta turned around and faced him.
"Keep that up and Kakarott is going to be checking for your pulse, cue ball," He stated clenching a fist. Krillin gulped. He had seen him and Yamcha fight. He was thankful that Goku was here right now.
"OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM, BOYS! This isn't time for chat!" The coach poked his head in and waved for them to get out. The people in his class did so, all the other boys going about their own business. Vegeta suddenly felt a deep sense of dread and stopped. He looked around suspiciously, but said nothing, and began to walk again before anyone noticed something was wrong. He concluded that he was paranoid. Still looking around with caution, he just nodded when the others talked to him, not really paying attention at all.
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At the end of the day, he knew he wasn't paranoid at all. Zorn was rushing towards him before the dismissal bell even rang.
"Vegeta…" He panted frantically busting open the gym doors going straight to the coach. "I need… Vegeta!" Zorn was taking breaths every other word as if he ran the whole way there. The coach saw a bright red gash across Zorn's face and his frayed clothes and nodded. "OUJI!" He shouted into his mega phone. "OUJI, COME HERE!" At the far side of the gym, a figure ran over.
"What?" Vegeta asked surprised to see Zorn looking at tattered with the sweat dripping off of his face.
"Fire… Vegeta, the house… it's on fire!" Vegeta opened his eyes in shock.
"You mean… my…" He started but couldn't finish. No, Zorn was joking, this was just a joke. But the desperate look in Zorn's eyes told him otherwise.
"…Yes… It's on fire, Vegeta," Zorn replied still worried, panting, and nervous. "Your father…" Vegeta fell on his butt. His heart dropped, and the familiar dread that so often clutched inside of him came back. Not now… not so soon… Zorn started to breath a bit better.
"The firemen are there right now… But Vegeta… your dad…" Vegeta put his hands to his ears he didn't want to hear what happened. He wanted to sleep, to die, to be alone. A red haze surrounded his vision and all the noise around him was shut off. He couldn't stop Zorn from mouthing those words, though, those horrible words…
Your father is dead.
Vegeta looked away this was the last thing he expected to happen, even to him.
Your father is dead.
Those words bounced back and forth inside of his head and his vision blurred and head pounded as his all the voices became faintly audible.
The fire killed him.
Why couldn't it have been someone else in the fire? Why did it have to be one of the people he respected the most? He was losing touch as he tried to imagine what his house looked like now, what his father looked like now…
I'm sorry, Vegeta, I'm sorry. Why was he sorry? Was it his fault? Vegeta vowed to kill him if it was. His head pounded harder. He felt the gym teacher help him up and caught the weird glances of students passing by. Not his father… not his father! Why? Why? If this was all he got in return of love, he vowed never to love again. The pain was too real, anger too hard and raw, the hurt too fresh. He didn't shed a tear as Coach and led him to the office with Zorn behind. He saw the surprised look of the principle turn to shock as Zorn talked wildly with his hands and the Coach tried to help explain. But Vegeta didn't hear them. He was in his own world, a world alone. Where would he go now? He didn't start to gain his sense of feel until he was in a navy blue Pontiac car with Zorn driving, trying to talk to him but getting no reply. Zorn then went to explaining the situation, and seemed even more frantic at that. Vegeta only caught words of what he said. It didn't matter what Zorn said anyway. This was just a dream, just a dream far off and far away… a dream he would never awaken from. Vegeta snapped back into reality when Zorn said one word.
"Bruno." Vegeta shot upright and asked loudly and quickly,
"What did he do!" Zorn veered his car off the road and back on, looking frightened that Vegeta had talked.
"The one who set the house on fire was Bruno. I… saw him," Zorn replied glancing around nervously, he seemed to be in a state of shock, different from the one Vegeta had felt, the one he was feeling.
"How? What was he doing? Why didn't you stop him? IS THIS YOUR FAULT!" Vegeta shouted demandingly. Zorn looked hurt and confused.
"NO! It's not my fault! He just took a lighter and lit it to the floor until the fire was absolutely certain to spread! I was upstairs watching!" Zorn's voice was cracking and tears started to fall down his face. "I was in shock! I just watched! I'm sorry! This is my fault! Then he just smiled at me and left! He just ran out the door and that bastard shoved something in front of it! He did it to the other door too! I didn't know what was happening! I was scared!" Zorn sounded frightened, his face red and eyes puffy from the endless fountain of tears that fell from his face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He was crying to hard to continue and he pulled into an empty lot so it wouldn't mess with his driving. Vegeta waited for him to continue. He wanted to know the whole story before he decided to act. "I- I came to my senses when the curtain caught on fire! I ran to the door only to find it locked! I couldn't break it down! I thought I was going to die, I was so scared! I remembered your father came home early and was still oblivious to all of this! I ran downstairs shouting, and he was gone! He was gone! I ran upstairs and the fire was everywhere! It was everywhere! I ran upstairs and there he was! He was coming downstairs at the same time, and—and—" Zorn took a deep quavering breath and spoke again, the tears still richly pouring out of his eyes as he reenacted all that had happened. "He told me to go to the sunroom jump! The firemen were already there, they help me down quickly and hosed down the house franticly, but when I got out—when I got out—" Zorn took a deep breath and started to sob, Vegeta didn't know what to do—he had never been in such a situation where he had to comfort someone who showed so much emotion. He wished Zorn would stop crying so he wouldn't feel so out of place. The gash on Zorn's face and tattered clothing were now explained. He probably got them from the fire. Against himself, Vegeta asked quietly,
"What happened to my father?" His voice felt soft and he felt torn. How could this happen to his father? His father was too strong to die! Why did this happen to the ones he loved? Zorn looked up at him slowly, the tears still not coming to a stop.
"The roof collapsed and your father was still in the house. A fireman was on his way... but he didn't make it!" Zorn choked and turned his head. "He was so close… your father… his last words… the words I heard… he said… to give this to you…" Zorn reached in his pocket and grabbed a cd. "It was his latest album… 'The Long Road'… Vegeta, I think he knew he was going to die!" Sobbing harder Zorn muttered, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… it's my fault… I'm sorry!" Vegeta shook his head without responding and Zorn turned his car back on Vegeta put the cd in. The car's cd player was on random, and song number 5 came on.
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin'
Vegeta shut his eyes and listened. There was no one to scream for now. No one but the dead.
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind
Say it if it's worth saving me
Vegeta saw the fire with his own eyes as Zorn approached the house. It was coming out the windows, swallowing the whole house up. Vegeta didn't want to be here at all anymore. He wished Zorn had never shown him the house. He felt all the emotions again, as if it had just happened. Staring at the house, he realized he was hoping it was a lie the whole time, a cruel trick… but when the name Bruno had popped up, he should have been forewarned. He hated Bruno and Liz with a passion. They said they would get his father back, not kill him! NOT KILL HIM! Vegeta felt a rush of rage run through his veins and he screamed once he was outside the car.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" He was talking to himself with his hands clamped on his ears. He wanted everything to go away. He shrieked in outmost hate for Liz, and for Bruno and pulled his hair angrily. It felt like someone was beating on his chest repeatedly, and after about a minute of screaming, he fell to his knees.
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
On these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need is you
Hurry I'm fallin'
Vegeta now felt empty. Tears threatened to fall, but refused to come down. He wished that Zorn would shut off the music. It was too much like the way he was feeling. But it also added hurt. There wasn't anyone for his father to call to now! Nobody! But there wasn't anyone for Vegeta to call to either. He felt all of his relationships fade. He felt alone. Looking at the sky he cursed himself, he cursed his father, he cursed everything. He hated fire. He hated life.
"Everyone who hurts me deserves to die," Vegeta said silently, shaking from rage hate, hurt, and being deprived from his life. Taking heavy breaths he stood up and shouted,
"Everyone who hurts me is going to die! I will kill them!" He started to laugh, a bitter, cold laugh, then sat on the ground starting to not shake as much. "Everyone who hurts me deserves to die," He repeated. "And the two I hate the most will be the first to go." He looked at the hazy sky above and the house, which was now black and burnt, finally letting go of some of the flames. But it was too late. No one could replace the damage that had been done. No one. The wind blew gently, as if to agree with him. "I'll kill them," Vegeta whispered to the sun high in the sky. "I'll kill them."
Wow. Poor Vegeta never gets a break. I know you are all going to kill me for killing his dad, he was so cool! I thought I was going to cry when I wrote this chapter! Well… you'll never guess what happens next. (Or you might I dunno.)
Next Chapter: Where's Vegeta going to live now? What about the band? Why his dad! Will Bruno get caught for arson? Where was Liz? What will happen in the next Bulma and Vegeta moments? Wait for the next chapter, and all of the above and more will be answered.