Disclaimer: I do not own Dbz or any of its characters
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. You know how life just gets in the way. Anyways here is the next chapter :)
Chapter 8
As we approach the house my heart is beating so fast I could swear it's going to burst out onto the porch where I and Tarble stand. I can feel my temperature rising each step were closer to the house of horror. Cracking the door open, I see nothing but darkness. That's never a good sign. Turning around I can see fear plastered on my siblings' face.
"It's alright Tarble." I tell him, lying through my teeth. Nothing is ever ok." I won't let anything happen to you." That's the only true thing I say to him. I would lay down my life for this kid.
Entering our home is like watching a thriller movie. You never know where the murder/psycho is until BOOM! They kill you by surprise. The only difference between my father and them is he doesn't kill us, no that would make his life too uninteresting. He likes to see us suffer.
Walking inside and closing the entrance behind us, I get this uneasy feeling running up my spine. As were rounding the corner to the kitchen, the lights suddenly come on and there's a crashing sound. Looking behind me, I see Tarble on the floor unconscious and father right above him. 'Damn, he moves fast.'
"Aww, I didn't mean to knock him out that quick." Father says very sarcastically.
I look at him with all the anger inside of me, but at the same time I'm hiding my fear. Hopefully he doesn't see it.
"I heard you two dip $#&!$ got into trouble today and this little weakling," he said pointing to Tarble, "did nothing to stand up for himself against those punks. That's why I knocked him out. He deserves to be punished for being so soft."
"He was trying to reason with them because he didn't want to be like you."I spat at him.
"Your right, he's nothing like me, but you on the other hand, are exactly like me."
"I'm nothing like you!"
"But you are. Any ways let's get down to business shall we?"
"What are you talking about?" I said trying to avoid the obvious.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Vegeta. Your principal interrupted me during a very important conference. Lucky for your sake though, the clients still signed the contract, but you're not getting off that easy."
"Gulp"
With Bulma
The next morning I got up at 5:45 in the morning and took extra long to look good. I'm determined to always look good in front of Vegeta, unlike yesterday. Today I actually have time to sit down and have breakfast.
"Morning mom."
"Bulma, dear it's so nice for you to join us for breakfast. You're usually rushing out that door at the last minute." Mrs. Briefs said.
"Well, do you remember Vegeta?"
"You mean that nice young man that used to live across the street when you were eleven?"
"Yeah, you see he moved back close to the city and he's going to the same high school as me. I wanted to look special for him, so I got up extra early. We are meeting in front of the school at 7:30 this morning."
"Oh, how nice sweetie. You two would make me some gorgeous grandbabies." She said smiling.
"MOM! It's way too early to be thinking about that."
"Whatever you say dear. Hurry up and finish your breakfast, you don't want to be late for school and Vegeta."
With Vegeta
Getting up is torturous. I'm sore all over, my face is aching, and I only got about thirty minutes of sleep. Looking over at Tarble and I see he's still fast asleep. I decide to get dressed then wake up my baby brother from his peaceful slumber.
I go over to the bathroom and avoid the mirror, not wanting to see the damage my father left on my face. Taking a cold shower always soothes my aching muscles, so that's what I'm doing. Letting the cold water hit my face and trying to forget the events of last night.
As I step out of the shower, I grab my towel and dry myself. My hair is the first to be dried off very quickly then returns to its natural state. Sticking up in the air representing a flame. I then go back to our room and select my outfit, which is a red plain shirt, khaki shorts that go down to my knees, and a black sweater to cover the bruises on my arms, topped off with red converse.
"Tarble." I said quietly not wanting to wake up father. "Tarble. Tarble." I said a little louder.' Damn it. Why does he have to be such a heavy sleeper for? Light bulb!'
I push him off the bed and he looks like a fish out of water the way he's squirming. Holding my laughter in, I offer him a hand up.
"What was that for!? It wasn't very nice!" said an upset Tarble.
"Shut the hell up. Do you want to wake father up?" I asked, he shook his head side to side." I pushed you because you wouldn't get up. Hurry up and get dressed were meeting Bulma in front of the school in twenty minutes."I said in a hushed tone.
I pulled him up off the floor as he grabbed my hand. Once he was off taking a shower, my mind drifted somewhere else. To a time where I actually admired my father, but that all changed when mother left. I don't know what snapped in him that day.
Hating being alone with my thoughts, I get up to turn the radio on very low, only to turn it off ten minutes later when Tarble is dressed.
With Bulma
Arriving at school early is a new thing to me. It feels very strange, but I'll do it just for Vegeta. It's already 7:35 am and he's nowhere to be found. 'Damn, maybe he forgot about me.'
As I'm getting ready to leave he appears in the sky. 'Oh yeah, I forgot they could fly. Silly me, how could I forget something so out of the ordinary.' Now I'm thinking back to when Vegeta first revealed that he and Tarble could fly.
It was a sunny afternoon and I had just bought a new red bouncy ball. All three of us were playing with it when suddenly it bounced way to high.
Before I could say anything Tarble flew into the sky and caught it with a big grin on his face.
"V-Vegeta, how did he just do that?' I asked with my jaw practically touching the ground out of pure shock.
"What fly? It's quite simple really. We've known how to do it since we were small. I can show you up close."
I didn't even know what was going on until my feet weren't touching the ground anymore. I yelped in fear and clung onto Vegeta's neck for life. He only lifted me ten feet off the ground, but I was so scared. I guess he noticed when he looked down at me and gently placed me back on the ground.
"You could give a girl a fair warning before you do something like that, you jerk." I said to him.
Looking back at that memory now makes me laugh. Here we are five years later and I'm still amazed that they have the ability to fly.
They come closer into view and I can now start to identify their faces. As they land my eyes see what they haven't seen in a long time. A beaten Vegeta.
My happy smile starts to slowly disappear into a sad one. I know Vegeta doesn't like sympathy, but I can't help it.
"Wipe that stupid look of your face woman. You know I don't like people feeling sorry for us." Vegeta said in a raspy voice.
"I know. It's just that…. What happened to you?" I asked truly wanting to know, so that maybe I could help him.
"You don't want to know." Tarble said cutting in.
"Tarble get to class or do something. Go make some friends." Vegeta said shooing him away with his hands.
As Tarble disappeared from our view, I couldn't help but examine Vegeta's face closer. The right side of his jaw was bruised along with a gash on his left check. There were also bruises on his neck, obviously from his father chocking him.
"Do you want me to help with your face? It's not like before. The teachers here will question you about what happened."
"I'll just tell them it isn't any of their damn business."
"Trust me, they're keep questioning you and it will annoy the hell out of you."
"Well then what do you suppose we do about it?" He asked seeming interested.
"Wait a sec. ok?" I said rummaging through my capsules. "Ah ha. Here it is." Pulling out a blue capsule, I let it poof open onto my hands. "Now let's see, this makeup is supposed to be the best in the world and adapt to anyone's skin color."
"Hold up. You're not putting any of that $#!% on me." Vegeta said backing up with his hands up in protest.
"It's not $#!%. Now stop moving, unless you want every one seeing your face this way."
"I don't care. Let them." He said crossing his arms.
"Don't worry so much, man. It's just some powder. Nobody will know it's there."
"Fine then. Do your worse, but if even one person notices I'm coming after you." He says scowling.
"I look forward to it." I say seductively. He just rolled his eyes. Typical Vegeta.
Applying powder to him is like applying powder on a baby's bottom. He keeps moving and just making it difficult. After a couple minutes my master piece is done. Handing him the compact mirror, I couldn't help but smile. You can't even tell there was a scratch on him.
"See, it's like last night never even happened." I said satisfied.
"It will do I guess." 'It's amazing; you can't even tell anything is there.' Vegeta thought.
"So on a different topic, what are you doing on Halloween?"
"Nothing. Me and Tarble just stay home and watch scary movies. We've never been allowed out to how do you say it? Trick or treat?"
"How about you two come over to my house on Halloween and I'll show you the best night of your lives. Skip getting the permission because we both know what's going to be said."
"I like the way you think, woman. We'll be there, you can count on that." He said smirking.
"Well, it looks like the time for us to part is here." I said looking down the hall to see a teacher coming our way." See you later." And with that I was out of his eye range.
With Vegeta
As Bulma walked away, an old teacher in about his seventies came to get me for ISS. The room we walked into was so dull and small compared to the other classrooms. Mr. Sergeant, a.k.a the old teacher, looked strict and grouchy, just like my grandpa. We haven't seen him in a long time though.
Looking over to the desk I can see seven different piles of work. I'm praying that all of that isn't for me. Sitting on this chair doesn't make it any better either. It's small and cold.
Mr. Sergeant looks over to me and then starts explaining what I'm going to be doing for the five days of ISS ahead of me.
"The seven piles of work here is from all your teachers. They are assignments that will be graded by the end of your fifth day. At least one packet from each class should be completed by the end of the day. There is no talking, chewing gum, or sleeping permitted. You may begin."
The first hour is complete Hell. I can't concentrate because of how quiet it is. It's driving me mad and making me want to fall asleep even more. I've only got about three questions done and I'm dozing off, trying my hardest to stay awake. Then a miracle happens. Mr. Sergeant falls asleep.' Thank God he's old.' Taking advantage of my situation, I also fall asleep for the remaining three hours before lunch.
OOoo, Vegeta is being a bad boy. Ha-ha, oh well I would probably do the same thing. Hope you are enjoying my story so far. If you have any ideas on what you would like to see, please be free to tell me and I'll see what I can do to work it into the story. PEACE!