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Chapter 4: Day two

"Get up, Get up, Get up, Veggie"

Vegeta groaned in his pillow. He isn't a morning person. His little brother was bouncing on his bed, ruining his dreams of a blue haired angel.

"Get off me you pest!" Vegeta wacked him with his pillow causing him to fall to the ground.

"Ow… I'm telling mum on you" he bolted out of the room screaming bloody murder.

"I hate this house"

Vegeta whipped his covers off him a hopped out of bed, blinking his eyes several times he walked in to his bathroom, quickly showering. Drying himself off, he went to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of jeans, plain white top and his football jersey and went with the normal sneakers for school. Stomping down the stairs he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. His mother was cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast, his father was reading the newspaper and his brother was poking his tongue at him. The normal routine for his family.

"You better watch it freak"

"Or what mum and dad are here. You can't do anything to me" he poked his tongue again, causing Vegeta's eye to twitch.

"Want a bet" he got up from his seat ready to pound his brother's face, until his father spoke from behind his newspaper.

"Don't you think about it Vegeta, leave your brother alone"

He slumped back in his seat. He hated it when his parents spoiled his brother.

"Tarble, how much bacon do you want?" his mother voiced.

"2 please mum"

Vegeta ignored his brother and looked at his father, it has been 2 weeks since he hasn't driven his car.

"Father I was wondering…" Vegeta's father didn't let him finish. He slapped the newspaper he was reading down on the table, making his wife and younger son jump.

"No Vegeta. I know what you are going to ask for. You will not have your car. You know the consequences. You deliberately disobeyed me. I told you not to go to that party. And what did you do, you did the exact opposite. Going to that party was bad enough, until you rocked up at the door step with two officers by your side. Do you know how embarrassed I am? I could kick you out of this house…"

"Well why don't you!" Vegeta yelled, looking his father in the eye. "If I disappoint you so much, just say the word and I'll leave this perfect little family that you deem us to be. What do you expect me to do, you're never home. You are always at the fucking office. I don't have a father to look up to. And when you are home you don't even spend time with us, only ordering us around. You're not perfect yourself, I know what you really are doing late at night in that fucking office. It's probably why you haven't been promoted yet, here I am dating your fucking bosses' daughter, and it's the most miserable relationship I have been in. I hate her. I have done plenty of shit for you, things that you don't even know about" Vegeta stared back at his father, to his mother and Tarble. They sat there in silence shocked at Vegeta's outburst. "Mother deserves better than you, so does Tarble. This family is broken and you know that, stop kidding yourself. I've done so much for you. I never get anything in return. You know what Fuck this" he grabbed his bag and lunch and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him. He didn't bother calling Kakarott to pick him up, he wanted to walk to clear his mind. Vegeta knew that his parents wanted to divorce ever since Tarble was born, but for both their kids' sake they wanted to wait it out to see where it went. It only made matters worse, behind closed doors they would argue non-stop. Which is why he hated that they acted like a happy family when obviously they weren't. It is why they spoiled Tarble, in hopes that he won't have to find out. Vegeta shook his head and continued his walk down the street to his school.

It took him half an hour to get there, luckily he had left the house on the time he did. He walked through the gates and immediately saw Kakarott, sitting at their usual spot underneath an oak tree.

"Sup Geta" he cracked opened one of his eyes, smiling goofily at him.

"Don't fucking call me that moron" Vegeta dumped his bag at his feet and sat down on the grass.

"Got something on your mind?"

"It's none of your business" Vegeta growled.

"Your dad again?" asked Goku, completely ignoring his best-friends attitude.

Kakarott was the only one that knew of his problems at home, it's the reason they were best friends. Since they were kids they had a lot in common, number one being good fighters. He's the only one that put up with his shit. Vegeta was interrupted by the sound of a motor bike pulling up behind him, turning around he saw the girl swaying her blue hair from side to side, holding her helmet under her arm. Beside her a black SUV parked, it had tinted windows. A tall muscular man hopped out, slamming the door as he did. He had glasses on and a black suit. 'The fuck?' thought Vegeta. Getting up on his feet he noticed everyone stopped and stared at her and the stranger that accompanied her. She frowned at everyone before her and scanned the crowd of students, her blue eyes landing on him. Vegeta wasn't sure if it was him that she was staring at, but he confirmed it true when he noticed her walking slowly toward him with the black suited guy in tow. She stood in front of him staring into his eyes, her plump lips were slightly opened.

"My body guard insisted that I apologise to you for my behaviour. I'm sorry for yesterday, but I am thankful that you saved me, really I am. I could've handled it myself but… Well yeah anyways thanks. I'll see you around maybe" she gave him a slight smirk and walked away, not giving him a second to respond.

Vegeta wasn't expecting her to apologise, he had actually forgotten about the whole thing that happened yesterday. He was only thinking about how gorgeous she was. He smirked, she actually spoke to him. It only lasted a few minutes before his girlfriend jumped on his back.

"Hey baby" she practically screamed in his ear.

"Get off me your weighing me down you cow" he struggled to remove her from him, looking at his best friend for help.

"Oh look Chi chi…" Goku ran.

"Asshole" he yelled after his so called best-friend.

Vegeta was getting mad. "Would you get the fuck off me!" she jumped and was about to cry.

"I get it you like her don't you Vegeta?" tears ran down her face, smudging the heavily coated mascara she wore.

"What the fuck are you on about now?"

"I saw you with her yesterday. My brother should have bashed her then maybe…"

"Are you insane? Your whole fucking family must be fucked in the head. Your brother is a fucking rapist, why do think he has a fucking scar on his eye huh? I did that the last time he tried to take advantage of a girl. And you, you are a fucking psycho to think that it's ok for your brother to do that shit"

SLAP

The right side of Vegeta's face burned from the slap he received from Kira. His frown deepened as he slowly turned his face back to her.

"Don't you dare talk about my family you'll regret this Vegeta. You and that blue haired Bitch!" she stormed off.

Bulma had seen the whole thing play before her. She was a few meters away from the crowd. She felt as if it was her fault Vegeta had to go through this.

"So that kid likes you huh?" said Nappa, smirking.

"I doubt that Nappa. I mean look at me" he did just that looking at her from head to toe.

"I see nothing wrong with you Bulma. Stop doubting yourself. Now let's go to your class, your father has already informed the school of my presence" Bulma nodded, but glancing at Vegeta one last time.

"Well what do we do now? Should we call the boss?"

"Yeah, give him a call"

A black vehicle was parked out front of the large gate of West City High. Two men in scruffy looking clothes sat quietly in the car, one was on the phone.

"Boss we have located the girl"

"Fantastic…" said the other on the receiving end of the call.

"But we may have a problem" his voice was shaky.

"And what may that be"

"The girl, she is accompanied by her… body guard" he winced, his ears ringing from the loud cursing and shouting from the other end of the call.

Receiving end of call…

Clutching the phone in his hand tightly, screaming silently to himself as he threw objects across the room of his cheap apartment.

"Fuck. Fuck. That bastard. He should die already, saves me the fucking trouble. If it wasn't for him she would still be mine!" he cursed loudly. Holding the phone to his side his other hand gripping and pulling his hair roughly. He remembered like it was yesterday when the bastard burst through his house and took what was his. He could never forget.

Flashback…

I heard her scream loudly down below in the basement, but I didn't think much of it as it was a constant routine for her to do when being punished. That was until I heard a loud banging from the front door, I ignored it and continued to watch TV. The door then broke down revealing a tall man standing there with an angry expression on his face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are breaking into my house…." my face suddenly burned with pain as he punched me. Falling backwards from the force of the punch I hit the ground, hands on my face as it bled through my fingers. "You fucking…" I was cut off by a swift kick to the ribs. He grabbed my shirt lifting me off the ground.

"Where the fuck is she!" he growled.

"What the fuck are you…" again not letting me finished he punch me hard in my stomach.

"You fucking know what I'm talking about. I heard her from…"

It was then they both heard an agonising scream coming from the basement. 'That little fucking bitch!' I thought angrily to himself.

He threw me on the ground and ran toward the voice of the girl he had chained up and gagged, which didn't make sense how she managed to speak let alone scream. With him fending for the girl, I quickly got up on my feet limping toward the table where I left my pistol. I grab it checking that it's fully loaded. Aiming towards the opened door of the basement I wait. The silent whimpering of the girl was becoming closer and closer, the heavy footsteps of the intruder gave me enough warning. Once in view I shot one single bullet to the man's chest. He dropped the girl and fell to the ground clutching his chest, growling in pain. I smirk watching her cower next to her saviour.

"What you thought I would just let him take what's mine" I crouch in front of her laughing at the haunted expression on her face. "He's not going to take you away to paradise if that's what you think. In fact I'm going to kill him right in front of you. So the next time you pull a stunt like this ill punish you more than ever" I stood in front of him raising my gun, finger on the trigger "Any last words?" I said to him.

"Yeah… Two" In my weakened state he managed to kick my legs. I fell to the ground, dropping the gun to my side.

"Good bye…" he said before knocking me unconscious.

End flashback…

"That fucking bastard!" he raised the phone to his ear.

"What do you wants us to do boss? I mean the guys skilled it'll be tough to get to her with him around"

An evil thought popped into his head. He had a plan that sure wouldn't fail him. "I have an idea. And you best listen because I'm not going to repeat myself"

With the plan all sorted, he hung up the phone and slumped on to the used couch. Smiling to himself, looking into the distance he saw nothing but blue.

"Soon you'll be mine again. All mine. My little Blue" He laughed evilly among the dark shadows of the room.

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