Chapter 3

14 years later on Planet Earth

Rhubol

Rhubol walked into the big blue building for the second time that week. As he walked through the dark blue swinging doors he noticed a young girl. He caught her eye and she returned his smile with a scowl.

"Piccolo, is she always like this?"

"Well that's my arch-nemesis, so she probably thinks that you are as bad as I." He shrugged sarcastically.

"Me. As bad as you? Why would anyone ever think that?" Rolling his eyes

Throughout that night he couldn't help being drawn to the stranger sat at the desk looking a bit like a receptionist with her hair tied neatly in a bun behind her head. She looked slightly depressed. Rhubol could tell by the way she was slumped at the desk almost as if she were wishing that she was elsewhere.

"Will you stop staring at her?" Piccolo demanded.

"I can't help it you know. She's just so…alluring if you get my meaning".

"Yes but trust me, she is bad news to everyone. She is an oddity. She; who likes things that she is way too mature for, she, who doesn't trust easily and she, who is way out of your league Rhubol".

"I know, but a man can always dream, can't he?"

"Indeed he can Rhubol. Indeed he can." Piccolo sighed.

Masamune

Masamune was sat at the desk by the grand entrance to the rather dull building. An odd young fellow walked through the door with the person that she hated the most. Piccolo. The young man glanced at her, smiled, and then laughed. She thought that he must have been laughing at her so she returned his smile with a sharp scowl.

"Stop gaping at the new kid" Bulma sneered

"I'm not gaping thank you very much. Anyway, who would want to gape at anyone who was friendly with Piccolo?"

"You mean that he just waltzed right in here with Piccolo. Your Piccolo?" Bulma asked, seeming shocking by the thought.

"Yes he did. And he is NOT my Piccolo. Do I have to remind you of what he did to me?"

"No. Sorry, didn't mean to offend you there. I'll just let you get back to your gaping." Bulma laughed.

Masamune sighed heavily and watched in fascination as he told everyone I the room about his father, Frieza, and what he had accomplished back on Planet Vegeta, wherever that was.

"I suppose he's not that bad" She thought to herself.

"Better get to work Masa" Bulma said, breaking Masamune out of her bedazzled day-dreaming state.

"Yeah, I guess I had" She sighed

The Year 2002 on Planet Vegeta

In January 2000, Rhubol had turned 5. By this age he was walking, talking at reading at the age of a 7-year-old. His father, being the ever so busy and impatient man that he was had moved Rhubol and himself into 4 different towns before settling into a large town with the name of Ruby. Ruby was like most towns with lots of shops, schools, a hospital, a state center where bad people were kept, theaters and children's homes. When driving past these homes, Rhubol often pondered what it would be like if he got sent to one.

"Don't even think about it son" Frieza said, disturbing Rhubol from his wishful thinking. "I'm never sending you to one of those God awful places. I'll be dead before you end up there"

"But what if it gave me a better life" Rhubol kept this thought to himself as he had already had a beating earlier that morning and didn't want a repeat episode as he was still sore all over.

"Ahh, good, we are finally here" Frieza muttered as he pulled up outside Oak Tree Primary School

"Oh great. More useless people to get to know, more bullies to have fun with and more teachers who know nothing about teaching someone with my intelligence" Rhubol sighed

"Hey, you should be grateful that I'm not packing you off to boarding school you ungrateful little son of a bitch!" His father screamed "Just hurry up and get that scrawny little ass moving before I whip it into next week"