Chapter 2: Animal I Have Become

Five months later...

Vegeta had hardly been fitting in with others in this new town. During the first week at school, he had scared almost everyone off by destroying a picnic table out of anger from his foster parents. His 'inhuman' strength had started many rumours that varied from he was an escaped science experiment to an alien from a distant planet. His newfound friend Chester was very curious of Vegeta's abilities, but Vegeta never said a word to him until he was sure he could trust him. Even then, he would just tell him that his real father taught him how to control and increase his strength faster than an average human. Chester was skeptical of his explanation, but he knew Vegeta wouldn't tell him anything if he really didn't want to.

Other than that, Vegeta did not fit very well into the crowds in the school. Not that he really wanted to make friends; he had more enemies than all others his age already, and those were mainly because he scared them with his darkened thoughts.

He sat against a shady school wall drawing random figures in his notebook. At least he believed they were random. Chester leaned against the wall beside him, gazed at his sketches and raised an eyebrow. "Those seem a wee bit... violent. Are you sure you're not a psychopath?" he asked. Vegeta chuckled at Chester's inside joke and continued his drawings. Over the last few months, Chester had adopted the theory that Vegeta was insane, multi-personality psychopath who passed off as a 14 year old boy. It was a little far-fetched, but Vegeta was happy that he knew someone to joke around with.

The sound of a feminine laughter caused him to look up and stare at a blue-haired enchantress. Chester followed his gaze and smiled. "So Bulma caught your attention, Veg? I wouldn't try it, she's taken."

"I know. He could be eliminated easily," Vegeta mumbled. His eyes never left the girl until she and her friends disappeared inside the high school.

"So now you act, draw and sound like a psychopath," Chester said. After a few seconds, he added, "And your hair is very odd."

Vegeta paused from collecting up his belongings and stared at the blonde. "Why must you torment me? Just because I saved your life doesn't mean you have to follow me around."

"From what I've learned of you the last few months, you need someone like me to keep your sanity in check," Chester replied. Vegeta glared at Chester, and started to make his way off the school property. "Wait, Vegeta, where are you going? There's still like 3 periods left."

Without turning around, Vegeta replied, "Meh. I don't feel like sitting through 3 unneeded classes."

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Hours later, Vegeta stormed out of the building he has begun to call home, giving off an enormous vibe of anger and loathing. He wasn't much of a social person to begin with, but with his foster parents trying to get him to spend quality time with them and cutting off his alone time, he couldn't take their interference anymore. First they move me to some weird-ass place, and then they try to change my routine? I don't think so! It may not have helped that the school was starting to track him down for his 'absences', which was taking away more of his roaming time.

Every night since he arrived, Vegeta had made a habitual visit through the streets at night, mainly to find places to run to, should he ever need them, he told himself. It had almost become an obsession; he needed to go for his nightly walk before he could even think of going to sleep. Usually he couldn't leave until very late, or early in the morning, as his 'parents' made many visits to his room whenever they got up to go to the washroom or for a midnight snack. The lack of sleep began to give Vegeta a gaunt look, making him even more menacing, and in the last few days even Chester became wary of him.

Tonight, he felt he was out for blood. He had been pissed off so many times during the week that he needed something, or someone, to pound his frustration out on. Vegeta had observed that many people around here, mainly the guys, had a desire to fight. He smirked while walking down his well-known route, waiting for anyone who may have acquired this same craving for a good battle. His muscles had begun to look very intimidating, and his reputation had increased greatly as one that was not to be messed with. His speedy abilities and heightened senses may have given him an upper hand in fights, but he wasn't about to let anyone know that. Chester had stumbled upon it by mistake, and he had made sure the fair-haired man never said a word of it to anyone.

Vegeta was stirred out of his vengeful thoughts by someone bumping very forcefully into him. He stopped and turned to face who thought they had the right to even be in his presence with a snarl on his face. The scowl disappeared quickly when he noticed the girl attached to the man's arm was none other than his adored Bulma, laughing and not even paying attention to who her beau had walked in to. He knew that the man, Yamcha, was too much out of his league to keep Bulma, and yet he couldn't understand why she stayed with him. Apparently they had been together for the entire year, when dating was finally upgraded from little playground dates at recess to time after school together.

He became enraged once again knowing Bulma could never be his with that loser around, and began to form a plan in order to remove him from the situation. Though he did not use this talent in school, Vegeta was actually very smart and quick thinking.

Observing the couple walking down the street, Vegeta pulled up the hood on his sweater (as the nights became a little chilly) and followed the two from a very safe distance, maybe 30 feet away. Even though he was so far, he was still able to see the small movement of Yamcha's hand rubbing up and down Bulma's spine which caused Vegeta to emit a small growl.

When they began to walk down a more urban area, Vegeta stuck to the shadows between houses as the crowd had also died down to nothing. He started hopping fences, never losing sight of the two. Once they seemed to reach Bulma's house, Vegeta had to watch with gritted teeth as they gave their goodnight kisses, and the brunette entered her house. He watched with sinister eyes as Yamcha made his way back to the city's center, and right where Vegeta wanted him to be.

It was about 20 minutes before Vegeta was able to intimidate Yamcha's awareness and coerce him to walk subconsciously to a not-so-busy area. Vegeta sneered down from a rooftop and watched the other male become more paranoid and fearful with every step. He quietly stepped off the roof and dropped on the pavement of the pathway.

It took Yamcha a few seconds before he noticed the spiky haired male a few feet behind him. He turned around and gave a small flinch when he saw Vegeta staring at him with no expression. He gave a small laugh and said, "You're that Vegeta guy, right? Phew, I thought for a second a mass murderer or something was behind me."

Yamcha's chuckle died when he noticed Vegeta's ominous demeanor, his face slightly concealed by the shadows. He took an uncertain step backwards as Vegeta continued to stare him down. "You have something I want," Vegeta finally hissed.

The other male frowned, obviously confused. Vegeta elaborated, "Break up with her, or this gets ugly."

This statement caused Yamcha to smile once again, which soon turned into a full laugh. "Yeah, I'll do that just for you," he managed to say between gasps for air. He turned his back on Vegeta, not threatened by him anymore, and intended to continue his detour home. He was forced to stop as Vegeta's hand on his shoulder pulled him back and threw him into the nearest brick wall. Vegeta placed his hands on both sides of Yamcha's head, locking him in place, and growled in his face.

"Back off, you freak!" Yamcha yelled in his attacker's face. He pushed Vegeta away, but didn't even move the other boy, so in fright he pulled down Vegeta's hood and tried clawing at his face to get free. He struggled to get out of Vegeta's restraint, but the latter still didn't even budge. As his struggles ceased, Vegeta gave him a dark smile and punched his stomach. He tilted slightly and let Yamcha fall to the ground, and to avoid any spit from contacting his clothing. Before Yamcha's knees could even connect with the ground, Vegeta had already landed a roundhouse kick on his face and caused him to fly into a large garbage container, denting the metal.

Vegeta waltzed up to the fallen man spitting out a bit of blood from the kick. He crawled out of his indent and stood to face Vegeta, but changed his mind and started to sprint away from the madman. Vegeta rolled his eyes and easily fazed in front of Yamcha. He delivered another punch to his face and his grin widened when he heard a sickening crunch of bone breaking. Yamcha cried out in pain and held his face, blood slowly pouring between his fingers.

"What's your answer now?" Vegeta asked him, relishing the feeling of overpowering the man.

Yamcha looked to Vegeta through his hands and cried, "You're insane." Faster than the assaulted could see, Vegeta was standing over him from behind and grabbed his arm. Vegeta twisted it back and pulled the arm across his back, holding Yamcha's jaw shut with his other hand. "Wrong answer," he said in a dark tone. Yamcha tried to scream, but it only came out as a muffled cry from Vegeta's grip.

Vegeta realized his Vegtim's screams may bring unwanted attention, and tried to dislocate his jaw by twisting his hand that held the jaw. He heard another crunch and Yamcha inhale deeply. Vegeta let go of his arm and watched it fall like dead weight to the ground, and switched his other hand to gripping Yamcha's hair. Noticing he wasn't even moaning, Vegeta glanced at his face and put a hand on his neck, trying to find his pulse. Instead of finding a steady beat pulsating from his throat, he felt a huge bump sticking out of the side of his neck and realized that wasn't his jaw cracking but his neck. "Dammit," he said, sounding like a child that just broke his favourite toy.

He dropped Yamcha's corpse on the ground and did a quick scan around the area to see if anyone was drawn to his earlier cries, or any video surveillance. Seeing no one, he stared at the body and wondered how to destroy it. After a few moments of formulating another plan, he picked up the dead weight and threw it in the dumpster that had Yamcha's imprint in it. Ripping through a few trash bags, he found a packet of matches and lit all the remainders, throwing them back on Yamcha. Vegeta jumped off the side of the bin as it set ablaze and gazed on the quickly building fire.

Vegeta pulled his hood up again and started to speed-walk away from the crime scene. "Well that was too easy," he mumbled, "I was at least hoping he lasted for a while longer."

Once a safe distance away, he heard the sirens of fire trucks and gave a small smile at his handy-work. He was able to get home in record time, and when he was inside he assessed the damage to his clothing, noting there wasn't even a dot of blood on them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his reflection in a nearby mirror and was surprised to see a small line of blood. He looked more closely and realized it may have been from when the newly deceased tried to get away from him.

"He actually scratched me," he said in amazement while wiping away the blood. He then chuckled and said to himself, "At least he's already safe from that little maneuver."

Stripping from his dirty clothes, he threw them in the hamper as they smelled like garbage from the bin. He flopped on to his bed and let out a sigh. A few minutes later, Vegeta was fast asleep with a smile on his face, his bloodlust quenched for the night.

Tada! Another chapter out... oh by the way, this will not be a Bulma/Vegeta romance, but it may be included in small parts (not the main plot of the story of course) as I think they make an awesome couple. And sorry to all the Yamcha lovers, but he was the easiest to kill off from Vegeta's point of view. Anyways, until the next chapter, enjoy!

Cir: A little dark, but who am I to complain.

Fee: But the darkness is awesome...