DBZ X Reader Oneshots :)

Goku X Reader (Human/Saiyan)

"Life. What's the fucking point of it? There isn't a shred of decency left in this miserable world. My parents fight non-stop. My dad's an abusive drunk and my mom's a druggy whore. I have no friends to care about me or what happens to me. No job because I'm so full of anxiety that I can't function properly in the real world. I stay in my room all day long and hope my dad doesn't come busting in to hit me. Or hoping that my mom hasn't stolen anymore of my things to sell for her drug addiction. I should just end it. I could kill myself in my room but it would take weeks for anyone to notice. I just want someone to notice me"

I sighed and stared at my ceiling. I inhaled sharply and stood up. I grabbed my keys from my dresser and walked downstairs

"Shut the fuck up you drug riddled cunt!!!" My dad screamed at my mom

"You're nothing but a worthless drunk. At least I have a fucking job and provide for this family!!" My mom screamed back

"Letting strangers fuck you for money isn't exactly something to brag about, you slut!" My dad screamed at her. He threw his empty beer bottle at the wall and it shattered. My mom rolled her eyes and scratched the scabs on her face. She probably hasn't had her fix for the day yet

"Where the fuck are you going?" Dad asked me as I grabbed the door handle. I sighed and turned around

"Just out to get some.." My eyes traveled down the hall to the kitchen and I noticed the empty milk jug sitting on the counter

"Milk" I said as I looked at my dad

"Get me a pack of smokes too" My mom said as she sat down on the couch and pulled out a box of phones. Her burner phones no doubt. She dug through them and pulled one out, dialing a number and scratching her neck as it rang

"Be back in 20 minutes" My dad harshly said. He stumbled to the kitchen and grabbed another beer.

I walked out of the house and to my old beat up car. I put the keys in the ignition and turned it a few times before it started up. I looked at my house one last time. My old, worn, terrible house. My heart began to beat faster as I pulled out of the driveway.

I drove down the road and stopped at the last light in town. After this light I would be on the highway.

It turned green and I gripped the wheel as I drove down the road. My heart began to beat even faster and harder then it's ever beaten before. I sped up past the 70 miles per hour speed limit and clenched my jaw. I hit 100 miles per hour and my stomach twisted in knots as I saw another car. A large moving truck. I began breathing hard as I stared at it.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I turned my wheel to the left. I smashed head on into the truck and everything went black

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I opened my eyes and looked around the hospital. I was in a room all by myself. A dark, cold, sad room. I sat up and noticed my skin was covered in dark bruises. I sighed and climbed out of bed

"I almost die and no one even cares" I said as I grabbed my clothes from the chair next to the bed. They were covered in my blood and torn from the wreck. I slipped them on and walked out of my room. I walked past the busy doctors and nurses and out of the hospital

I walked home in the cold damp night and pushed the door open. My mom was passed out on the floor with a needle in her arm. I walked over and gently pulled it out, placing it in on the metal tray next to her. I turned her on her side so she wouldn't choke on her own vomit.

I walked upstairs and saw dad passed out in the hall. He almost made it to his room. I stepped over him and grabbed the bottle from his hand, placing it on the small stand in the hall. I went into my room and locked the door