Vegeta's P.O.V.
It's been a couple years since the incident and I've learned a lot about this family, not really, but I found some stuff out. Bulma is a bit naive but very smart her father works with her on some of his projects. And the purple haired man is her birth father. And she has to be right or she'll put up an argument that'll make you question everything. It's hilarious. Right now she's on the computer while her sister is reading a novel.
"Hey B, look up me and my family," I asked in a demanding way. Her small blue eyes glared at me. Sighing I rolled my eyes while muttering, please. She gave me a victorious smirk and got to work.
"OK, what's your last name?" She asked practically bouncing as she closed the browser before pulling up another.
"Ouji." She nodded and went typing away, three things came up on the search. Wait who the hell is the third!? I thought only my parents hated me that much. I didn't have to tell her she just assumed I was the last. An article of a baby popped up it was short but had a lot of comments and likes so I guess it's good.
"Hey B! Who ya talkin' to?" Her sister asked tearing her eyes away from her book, B gave me a smirk. The one I knew all too well. I narrowed my eyes silently daring her to say it.
"GETA!" She shouted giggling, I growled at her and glared at her chuckling sister, after her good laugh she went back to her book.
"I'll read. A heart warming story-" I rolled my eyes"-Vincent prince, brother of Ria Ouji, has name his son after his nephew Vegeta Ouji in his honor. Four years prior Vegeta Ouji was viciously murdered by his father. Vincent is trying to lighten the family as the child remarkable similarity to the young boy. People are calling it the reincarnation of the wronged." I read the small article and looked at his baby pictures and pictures of him today. His age seems to be in between B's and her sister's age. Well, at least my family still cared for years afterward. I grabbed the mouse and moved to Vegeta Jr's Article. Ah, that's me the pictures are even there. Though they were pictures of my dead body. I heard a gasp and something fall.
"B, what is-? Why are you looking at that!?" Her sister shouted closing the browser and grabbing Bulma. I narrowed my eyes and watched at how she handled B.
"It wasn't me it was Geta!" She whined not liking being yelled at, I chuckled at her whining. Her sister rolled her eyes and placed her sister on the couch and put on a kids show.
"OK, no more computer for today let's watch TV OK?" She said cuddling B up. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, B scurried on after me after she got out of her sister's grasp. She followed me like a lost puppy, I entered our room and walked over to the arts area. I sat down and grabbed a blue crayon and started to draw, she did the same and drew another sketch of me, this time arms strangling me. I paled a little if that was even possible. She's drawing how I died. But how? I didn't tell her, she shouldn't even know that. Maybe she saw a bit from one of the articles? I ignored it as I heard her dad call out to her she rushed out to him and left me sitting there alone. I got a chill and felt like I wasn't really alone. I gulped and flipped over her paper and walked out of the room. I'll have to ask her later.
