Killing Me Softly

Mirrors

Vegeta let out a soft sigh as he approached the hell he called high school, dressed all in black like if someone just had died, hood covering his hair and almost half of his face. He was about done with everything in this damn school and practically almost with his whole life. 

He hated everything, he had a rich family, no attention, spoiled, but that fact had no place or talk in his school. It took no place, no nothing. He may be a high and mighty figure outside school, but again, nothing. No one at this damn school treated him like the royalty he is, and he couldn't do anything about it. 

The angsty Vegeta huffed, looking down to the ground as he made his way to first period math. He didn't need to look around, he had memorized the steps he took and the cliques that surrounded the halls. No need to have his eyes looking forward. He never had the use to anyway . . . not since that day in elementary school.

The saiyan boy sulked in some hair, holding back tears.

"Look at his hair, he looks like a living pineapple!"

"Lets squash him!"

Vegeta bit his lip as he remembered the cruel and horrid memory, still haunting him to this day. There wasn't a day that he didn't have his mind on it. This scene was forever etched in his heart, his mind . . . his body.

"Hey, there's the depressed emo runt." A nearby asshole spoke, his little group of friends laughing.

And there it was. Vegeta made no eye contact with the group. 

"Hey, are you ignoring me you punk!?" 

The saiyan's eyes widened a bit, but he ignored them again, walking into his classroom swiftly. A few sweat drops ran down his face to his chin as he made his way to his assigned seat. He managed to get away, for now. What will happen now? Will the group attack him after school? Follow him home and bully money off of him? Or worse . . . no, anything but that.

Vegeta's breathing began to pick up, he was legit panicking and he didn't notice it. Flashbacks of his past ran through his very eyes, causing tears to build up. 

A hand grasped his should which caused him to snap out of it miraculously.

"Vegeta, are you ok?"

Oh great, it was his math teacher.

"Yeah, I'm ok, I just got lost in thought."

"Are you sure? You know there's people for you to talk to if you ever need anything."

"I'm sure."

"Well, ok. If you ever need anything, you can tell me."

And with that, his teacher left him be. 

Vegeta couldn't say a word, nothing. No one can be trusted in this damn filthy world. Everyone has a side to take, different motives plotted in their minds. No one could help him. No one in thsi dark cold world. It was just him and him alone. No one else.

No one. 

...

"Look at the sick freak! He thinks he's so high and mighty! Haha!"

"Give me your lunch money, faggot!"

Vegeta grumbled as he ate the cafeteria prepped food. There goes the damn memories again. He couldn't live in peace with them. 

He didn't understand what he had with these sick filled visions of his past and his brain re-processing them, it's like he himself wanted to torture himself and remind himself of the daily dangers in life. His brain wanting to remind him to live in fear 24/7. No rest. Just red and black flashed memories. 

"Oh look, there's the punk from this morning!"

Vegeta choked on his food as he looked up from his tray, meeting eyes with the pile of fat that called him an emo this morning. Ew, that's the saiyan that called him filth? Talk about trying to diet on only junk food and Netflix. 

Vegeta huffed and took his hood off for the first time in a while, crossing his arms. He waited for the oily and greasy being before him to talk again.

He was greeted by a sudden hand gripping at his black jacket, he was pulled on top of the empty cafeteria table to meet the mountain of blubber and his tiny squad. 

"What are you so quiet about little maggot?"

Vegeta huffed again.

"You need to have some respect knocked into you, ya know that? Ignoring me when I was trying to talk to you this morning."

"And you need to learn to stick on a diet and try to lose some weight, fat ass." Vegeta flamed out.

Waves of eyes looked back at Vegeta in shock, like he had dome something terribly wrong. He didn't understand until a fist hit him square on his face, knocking him back onto his seat, then right off of it to the wall behind him. His skull clashed with the bricks behind him, causing Vegeta to bite his lip, he was already used to the pain due to the fact he was bullied before.

The pile of mass walked to him and picked him up again. 

Vegeta did nothing, keeping his gaze down, some blood running down from his nose and mouth.

"Anything else you wanna share, punk?!"

Vegeta said nothing, instead, spitting out blood to the bully's face.

"Eat a dick."

The saiyan prince closed his eyes as the fat piece of grease motioned for the final blow. He would finally be out of this damn world. No more pain, no more suffering. 

The world paused, a presence coming before him and smacking the heavyweight bully away. Vegeta's body was dropped to the ground while the bully's fat mass of life met with the condiment table across the cafeteria, his shirt and pants now stained in ketchup and mustard.

The prince finally opened his eyes lazily to meet a tall entity before him. Long streaks of spiky hair, an incredible aura, and strong arms. 

The figure cracked his knuckles as he walked to the bully.

The fat blubber got up, sooted in red and yellow.

"Who are you?"

"I understand your saiyan blood is itching for a battle, but pick on someone your own size you over sized piece of junk."

Vegeta's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears. Someone was . . . defending him? No . . .

Another large thud was heard from where the superhero figure and the fat man stood. Down near his feet, was the fat tub of mass, trembling in fear.

"Point proven." The figure crossed his arms and stared down at the fatty who then ran out to the courtyard.

Vegeta blushed, knocking out on the cafeteria floor. The last thing he felt were the strong arms of his savior pick him up.

 "Are you ok? Hey hey! Don't die!"