Chapter 3: Break My Heart
BSOD: chapter 3 already? Man, I can't wait until the next one haha. They keep getting shorter unfortunately. Oh Well, enjoy~! (p.s. Post comments! )
You would think that after such an awkward night that Vegeta would have given me hell. But, for some reason things just went back to the way they always were. He went back to training once his orb was fixed and I…I went back to studying. Though the funny thing is, I don't feel bad at all. He didn't reject me or accept me. It felt as it I still had a chance with him even though I knew he would just end up breaking me like every other man that had come before him. It would be best to ask him soon rather than become attached to him and risk losing more than my heart, my dignity. But as usual here I am filtering through boxes of my old memories which I refused to remember. My home life was a mess as a child. I grew up with multicolored hair courtesy of my mother and with bruises all over my being thanks to dear old daddy.
My dad was an engineer for the Capsule Corp thanks to Bulma's father and my mother was a hairdresser at the cheapest barber shop in town. My mother was an idiot, plain and simple. She dyed her hair so many different colors that even her pubic hairs were becoming discolored from all the dye flowing down her body as she washed the dye out in the shower. She wanted to badly to make me just like her, a dirty whore who thought that coloring her hair would keep her from aging. She would dye my hair as a baby and spike it in all directions so that by the time I was ten I would be the most stylish girl in my school. Oh how she was wrong. I was mocked for having a different color of hair for each day and how poorly my hair was due to dying it. And then there was dear Dad. My father was a strong man who thought he could defy the laws of physics himself. He would constantly mock my hair color and then yell at my mother for making me look like a freak. The only reason he married my mother was because she was Italian and liked to eat the same foods he did. She couldn't cook for her life so they always ordered out. My parents would constantly fight over cheating on one another to the point where they would take it out on me. Dye my hair puke green, beat me, force me to go to bed with no dinner… by the time I was fourteen I was a no good delinquent with no motivation until I met Bulma. She would let me stay at her house when things got bad at mine. She would lend me clothes, wash the cheap dye out of my hair and we would giggle and share stories about our high schools, boys, even TV shows we loved.
What happened to my parents? One day I got home from school and everything in my house was destroyed. Blood splattered on the walls around the house, the curtains were pulled down, broken glass and bullet shells laced the floors. I panicked and ran through the house screaming for my mom and dad. I opened every door and closet until I found them, holding onto one another on their king mattress, not moving. I dropped my books as I stared at the bloody scene. That moment in time I realized something. For the first time in my life I was given peace and so were they. I was finally free from those who made my life a living hell and they were free from the pressures of everyday life; me. That moment I took the phone and called the police before calling Bulma. Everything happened so quickly. The next thing I knew I was at Bulma's house and from then on I stayed at her house.
My origins were clear once more and I felt that sense of nothing but a pit of despair in my stomach. I missed my parents but I had to be independent in order to make something of myself one day. A family portrait was all I had left to remind myself of those days that I dreaded and yet, I missed them so very much. I found myself looking up to the ceiling. This sort of feeling. I just wanted to scream and cry where no one would be able to see me. Then something came to mind. I knew where to go…
It wasn't that hard sneaking out of my room to the outside. The place was so big that it was easy to get lost. I had put on a meager tank top and some spandex shorts as I made my way to the orb outside of the house. "Good, Vegeta's probably done for the day…" I looked around, making my way into the sphere taking a good look around. The place smelt like sweat and hard work with a hint of onions. Gross… I plugged my nose as I entered deeper to find the control pad. "…so this is the gravity machine that Mr. Briefs was talking about." I muttered to myself, closing the door before turning the gravity up a little. Much to my surprise, even at a low level, the gravity brought me to my knees. "A-ah!" I cried out, trying to move. My arms felt like they weighed 50 pounds. This was a bad idea, I felt so defenseless, so blocked in. "A-AHHHH!" I cried out, standing on my feet. I wasn't going to give up so easily. I wouldn't stop trying, I needed to prove myself I could bare this.
All my life I felt like I had to shut people out and everything had to be perfect. I didn't want to be in any awkward place like I was now. I didn't want to feel any pain, but this was even worse than anything I had ever felt. I could feel my emotions coming out in screams and grunts as I punched foreword working on pure adrenaline of fear and hatred. I felt a power like I had never felt before. It was just like in my dream when I had healed Vegeta. I felt it coursing through my veins.
From that day on, every night I would go into the gravity room when Vegeta was done in order to work off steam. I had discovered more than I had thought that night. I had a power inside of me that grew each time I went into the chamber. Because of my dream I was sure it was a healing ability. I tried to keep this power a secret from everyone. I was still trying to develop myself.
One night as I snuck out things were unusually quiet once more. There was no sign of any life around the house, so I figured I was safe. I headed out and stared at the gravity chamber for a moment. In that moment I felt someone behind me. My perception skills were rapidly increasing to the point where Bulma couldn't even sneak up on me anymore. I figured it was a motion thing.
"So you have been training in my gravity chamber…" That gruff voice made me stiffen in my place. "Well, if you were looking for a physical challenge you've found one." I turned to see Vegeta, standing with his arms crossed like always.
"This chamber wasn't made for only you… and I don't need your help." I muttered moving up into the chamber.
"I've been watching you train, woman…" he smirked, making me stop and lean against the door frame. "You're stronger than I gave you credit for. For a normal human you would have been crushed and yet your power level just continues to increase the more the gravity goes up…" He knew about my power. He had noticed all this time and yet he said nothing to me until tonight. Judging by the way he was speaking, he also knew that I just realized what power I had. I was in a trance trying to figure out when he had noticed this and why he cared. Was he just looking for a challenge?
The door to the pod was closing and before I knew it the gravity knocked me down again. Vegeta! "W-what the fuck do you think you're doing you bastard?!" I cried out. I wasn't up to this level yet… I would be crushed at this rate.
"Push yourself woman, you will never find what you're looking for by taking tiny steps at a time…" he was standing straight up right in front of me. What was this…? I knew he wasn't human, he could FLY. But this gravity… I felt like if I moved my arms would snap off. "Think about what makes you want to be stronger, work toward a goal." He coached.
"I c-can't move…" I was panicking again. This time it was too much. I began to pant as fear swallowed me up. I couldn't move! I was nothing! Just another piece of the black that swallowed me up when I passed out into a dream. " No, stop it!" I felt tears flow from my eyes. "Stop it! Just leave me alone!"
"You're a pathetic whelp! You just want to prove that you can't do a thing and that you're worthless. "He spat at me, "you aren't even fit to walk on the same ground as me, swine."
I felt something snap inside of me. He meant it, didn't he? I felt him rip out my heart and throw it on the ground and stomp on it repeatedly, the blood squirting all over like in my house when I came upon my house to find a bloodied massacre of bullets and pain. "…you…fucking…bastard…" I whispered, losing control of my body. I stood up on my hands and knees before making my way to my feet. I felt tears flood my eyes. "You don't know anything about me. " It was hard to breathe, I was blinded by rage. It was all coming out, everything I suppressed over the years. Mom and Dad dying, losing everything, the need to be loved; my passion was so high in the air I couldn't believe that I was so powerful. "Break my heart…" I whispered, trudging my way over to him. "Into a million pieces just so you aren't miserable by yourself." I cried out as I threw a punch at him. He was too strong and fast for me. He grabbed my punch and smirked. He had done it. He pushed me over the edge and made me prove myself to him. I gave him the satisfaction of getting to me, but he seemed more interested in my guts than anything else.
The minute the gravity was turned off I fell flat on my face. I was weak now but tomorrow I would show him I could do more. I felt Vegeta pick me up with no effort whatsoever as he brought me to the very same couch in which he had strangled me what seemed like months ago. To think a pink sticky-note could cause so much trouble? I felt my body drop onto the cushions rather roughly before being covered with a blanket. "Vegeta…"
"Go to bed woman, tomorrow I'm going to train you until you can't feel your body." He turned off the TV and turned his back to her. "I don't want you to pass out again."
"Vegeta!" I managed to grab at his glove as he tried to walk off. "Were you serious?" I whispered, a bit hurt. He was just going to leave me to sleep while I was in a fragile state.
Things were quiet for a bit but then he turned to face me. I couldn't even blink before he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and clamped his mouth over mine. I was beyond shocked! My body was on fire as he moved his lips hungrily over mine. In a brash attempt to get my mouth open, he squeezed my cheeks rather roughly to part my lips as his tongue entered mine. This was like an odd dream. I had been wishing for this sort of contact, thanking God himself in my head as his tongue slid across min. I wanted to badly to be close to him and run my fingers through his hair but I could only move my one hand to his cheek in order to stabilize our faces. After a bit he pulled away leaving me breathless and red in the face. "Never listen to your enemy's taunts…" he replied sternly before getting up and walking away.
I couldn't even think straight. After that kiss, I felt nothing but tired and fulfilled. It's like I was worried at anything anymore. For once I felt like everything was going right. As my eyes fluttered shut I fell into a deep sleep. What would wait for me when I woke up, who knows? But what I do know is that I would be in a whole world of pain.