•~BLOOMING ROSES~•

His mind was corrupted by hatred.

Hatred for his own existence.

Hatred for his so called 'wife'.

Hatred for...about everything.

Except for one thing.

One person.

Goku.

Vegeta had admired the low-class for some time, but hated him at the same time.

Goku had pushed him back so many times.

Vegeta had lost count on how many times he could've became stronger than him, but got pushed back again.

So, he did the only thing his Saiyajin instincts told him to do.

He trained.

And trained.

And trained.

For hours on end and with no breaks, food, and barely any sleep, he pushed himself past his limits.

Sometimes he'd only go a bit overboard.

Sometimes he'd almost break a bone.

Sometimes he'd break multiple bones.

But who cared?

Nobody.

Well....

Someone did.

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This story is pretty depressing, I'd recommend getting ready for sad shit before reading this.

WARNING
This book includes sensitive topics such as :
• Self-Harm
• Suicidal Themes
• Slight Gore
• Lots of Tears and Nightmares
• Slight Sexual Harassment
• Ect

If you're going through anything like this, please call professional help! I can't stand to see someone who reads my books wanting to hurt themselves, or worse! I love you all and remember that, you little shi--

((Cult_Of_Costco gave me the title idea! Thank you Hot Cheeto! UwU

Anyways, enjoy! <3