Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ West City Academy ❯ The Ouji Boy ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: This chapter will be similar to the last in that it'll jump around from past to present… so I apologize in advance. BTW, did anybody notice the reference to Vegeta's theme song?

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The Oiji Boy

He woke with a start, his body damp with perspiration and his breathing ragged. Dark eyes shot around taking in his surroundings. The dark-blue walls clued him in to where he was at—his room. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair.

Fuck.

Another nightmare. Another all too real nightmare.

It was still dark out. He looked back, locating the clock on his bedside table, reading the red numbers: 4:48 AM. He lay back down and put an arm over his eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep for at least a few more minutes, hoping the dreams wouldn't repeat themselves as they have before.

He waited and waited for what seemed like a lengthy amount of time to doze off but he never did. He was simply wide awake now.

Groaning at the realization, he peaked over his arm at his clock again. 5:01.

Fuck my life.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, sat there for a brief moment, and then grudgingly got up. He took his time as he dressed, blindly picking out shorts, socks, and sneakers. Then he walked out the door to head to the gym downstairs.

No one knew he continued training. Yes, he had quit sports but that didn't mean he had quit preparing his mind and body with hard, physical training. The athletics at school weren't going to help him achieve what he wanted. He needed to focus on getting better, getting stronger and faster.

He made his way downstairs, purposefully making his steps as light and soundless as possible. Once reaching his destination, he opened the door and turned the light on illuminating his family's training room. He adjusted the lighting to a dim setting and then stared his training.

Vegeta started with a few simple stretches followed by jumping rope to warm up and get his heart racing. He began with light, even paced jumping and increased the speed. Once he was through, he made his way to the weights for strength training.

Ever since he was a young boy his father had taken it upon himself to make sure he grew up strong. He couldn't remember a time when he wasn't training. In fact, he didn't know whether the ambition to become stronger was his own or if it was simply ingrained. His father had always pushed him to be a warrior, a perfect soldier that will ultimately become a perfect leader.

He couldn't say he was against the idea. He was aware that he had an important role to fulfill and his father had explained what was expected of him. For the most part, he enjoyed the drills and challenges he was put through, although admittedly some days were better than others. It did make him feel powerful, even if he was merely a child. But most importantly, it made his father proud.

However, he didn't know that to his father, his current mental and physical preparation wasn't enough. Sometime before middle school his father had decided to enroll him in Cold Military Academy sponsored by Frieza Cold. He remembered his mother was adamantly against the idea, but his father insisted that it was essential that he'd go. He went as far as to arrange scholarships for the eldest boys of his most trusted comrades to attend alongside him. He had known Nappa and Raditz since before he can remember and he was secretly relieved that they were going with him.

He understood the reasons for training and especially starting at such a young age, but he still couldn't put his mind around why it was necessary to send him away. His father had told him that it was to learn and grow in a disciplined and rigorous environment. Hard places breed strong men, his father had said. He had taken his word for it but now… now, he was sure there could have been another way or, at the very least, another school.

During the first few days of attending the Military Academy, it didn't seem bad. Cadets were expected to have a neat and orderly room, follow a disciplined daily schedule, learn and follow formations, and participate in activities among other things. It didn't seem like Raditz, Nappa, and he were going to have any problems.

It hadn't even been a week when he decided to make an appearance. Frieza Cold was a top sponsoring alumni to CMA. His ancestors founded the school many years ago and although the Military General didn't own the military academy for you boys, he did have a commanding influence. CMA considered it an honor to have him visit.

He had met General Cold through his father many times before. He attended weapons exhibitions much like his father. The creepy, pale man and his father always exchanges greetings whenever their paths crossed. From what Vegeta understood, General Cold was a ruthless combatant that was still feared among many.

Frieza must have had it out for him. He had targeted Vegeta since the moment he saw him in CMA. He had made an example of him. He made damn well sure of that…

With a frustrated grunt, Vegeta finished his last set of bench presses. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. With a sigh, he stood up and went to look for hand wraps. He methodically bandaged each hand with the material.

The first year at Cold Military Academy had been difficult. It could have been easier but the moment General Cold had decided to torment and ridicule him, his peers decided that he was fair game for them as well. And he took it. He took everything hit they threw his way. He fought back with all his might but at that time most of those boys were bigger and stronger than him so he could only fight back for so long. To makes matters worse, it seemed Frieza encouraged the behavior as teachers and officers turned the other way…

Once Vegeta was done wrapping his hands, he made his way toward a punching bag. He rolled his shoulders back and raised his fisted hands before him. He threw a punch…

Thump.

The times Nappa and Raditz tried standing up him only aggravated the problem. So much so that Vegeta had to forbid his companions of doing so.

Thump, thump.

His time in CMA was absolute hell. Every day was another seemingly endless span of mockery and abuse. Reality even seeped into his dreams transforming them into unsettling nightmares…

Thump, thump.

It had been close to his second year when the scorning and assaulting had become too much. All of the rage he bottled had accumulated. He couldn't hold it anymore and it had only taken the next irksome schoolmate to set him off.

Thump, thump, thump.

The kid didn't see it coming. One minute the upperclassman had merely shoved him during a sparring lesson, the next Vegeta was seeing red. He was possessed by pure, unadulterated rage. It had taken three instructors and four fellow cadets to get Vegeta off of him.

He was punished, of course. They set him aside, temporarily secluding him from the other cadets and given unpleasant chores to do. But when his punishment was over and he was allowed back, things had changed. Almost everyone was treating him differently.

Thump, thump.

They seemed… afraid of him. He learned then that he needed to maintain that fear they had of him in order to survive that blasted academy. He needed to be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the BEST. And he made bloody well sure that that's the way it was. He spent every waking second bettering himself whether it was during training, class, his free time, and even holidays spent back home. He couldn't let anybody be better than him.

Thump, thump… THWOK!

Yet, even after all that, there was still one person that tormented him, that one person that just wouldn't let him be. He would make sure he got under Vegeta's skin and hit him at his very core. All he could tell himself is that he would be out of that miserable place soon enough. He wasn't going to stay at CMA forever.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

No, he didn't stay forever. In fact, he left sooner than expected…

Thump, swoosh, thump.

The moment he stepped foot in West City Academy, he made sure everyone knew not to mess with him. He and his companions dominated. It was much easier than he expected. Nevertheless, he didn't let his guard down. The athletic trophies, awards, and top records were simply additional tools to solidify for his already intimidating reputation. The silly girls that followed were a bonus. Everything was fine till that idiot Kakarot started attending WCA.

Thump. Thump.

The dim-wit decided tryout for all the athletics he was a part of. And wouldn't you know it, he exceled. But that's not what bothered him. What bothered Vegeta was how he effortlessly Raditz brother surpassed him.

Thwok, thump, swoosh, thump, thump, thwok.

Kakarot was stronger than him. He tried to go back and regain that title; throw further, run faster, be stronger, try harder, but it was no use. The very sight of him was a mockery to his being. To make matters worse, everybody loved him.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

Vegeta had to put him in his place. He had to prove he was better. He had to beat him.

THWOK, THUMP, THWOK.

They fought. He had challenged the buffoon and he lost. They went at it for a lengthy amount of time and the fight could have very well been a tie but that wasn't the case. He was beaten. Even if it came down to a tie that would have only meant he wasn't the victor. It was embarrassing and it was pathetic.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

That damn fool never had to depend on his strength.

THWOK, THUMP, SWOOSH, THUMP, THUMP, THWOK.

No, that damn idiot didn't know what it's like to depend on being the strongest. He didn't know what it was like.

Vegeta continued to assault the punching bag with an array of punches and kicks. He focused all of his energy and frustrations on that moment. He was relentless, his breathing in sync with the escalating tempo of his hits. He didn't have stopping in mind till he was satisfied. He went faster and harder.

With a finishing grunt, he landed the final blow. The punching bag swung from the force of Vegeta's hits. He ran his hands threw his hair still agitated from his thoughts. His breathing was ragged and he took a couple deep breathes to control not only his air intake and heart beat but the turbulence in his mind as well. As he did, he went toward the window to wear there was water.

Taking the bottle of water, he downed most of the drink in one swig. Some ran down a corner of his mouth down to his chin but he didn't mind. With the back of his hand he wiped the water trail as he walked to a window. He momentarily stood there, watching the sun rise. Bright oranges and vibrant reds painted the sky. A rare feeling of tranquility washed over him.

Then a blue movement caught his attention. He looked from the sky to the front of his house, catching bobbing, blue locks passing. The Briefs girl. Vegeta glanced over to the clock on the wall. He scoffed to himself, Right on time. He looked back to beyond the iron gates and watched as she ran by his house. The weather outside was still fairly warm and her wardrobe reflected that; short shorts, a sports tank, sneakers, and headphones. Her brow was furrowed and a look of utter determination that graced her features.

He could set time to the point she past his house almost every morning. Her passing meant he had a half hour tops to squeeze in more training time before school.

His dark eyes trailed after her till she was out of his line of sight. Then he finished the rest of his water and continued his workout.

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He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, haphazardly threw on his school uniform, and made his way to the kitchen. His stomach violently grumbled as she made his way downstairs. If he didn't eat soon, he was going to be in an especially bad mood for the rest of the day.

As he entered the kitchen, he was met with Tarble sitting by the center island eating breakfast.

"Hey, 'Geta." the boy greeted without looking up from his book.

Vegeta grumbled a greeting in return and started raiding for food. He began with the cupboards, then the pantry, till he finally made his way to the fridge. Much to his annoyance, he couldn't find anything instantaneously ready to eat. With a frustrated sigh, he closed the refrigerator door, "Why isn't breakfast prepared?"

"Dad's away on a business trip and he gave the help days off."

He frowned. No, he couldn't say the old man overlooked telling him of his trip. Although, he should have personally made sure the cooks made enough to eat while they were away. Next time.

He turned to Tarble, noticing the small feast his little brother arranged for himself. It was a variety of leftovers that consisted of scrambled eggs, grilled cheese sandwiches, a few pizza slices, lasagna, grilled chicken along with an assortment of veggies, and a bowl of cereal.

"Didn't think to leave anything behind, brat?" he bit out.

Tarble stopped mid bite as he noticeably tensed. He sheepishly smiled, "You want some, Vegeta?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at his sibling's antic.

In return, Tarble kicked a chair out for him, "Have a seat."

He let out a noisy exhale before looking for a fork and seating himself.

"You're scarier than dad sometimes." Tarble mumbled quietly.

Vegeta heard the comment but decided to ignore it. He began with the eggs, making sure to leave enough for his kid brother.

They ate quietly for a while. The silence didn't bother either boy. A page being flipped was the occasional noise heard and it oddly put Vegeta at ease. That is, till he felt Tarble's eyes studying him. He paused and looked up, "What is it, brat?"

"You're uniform is all messy."

He shrugged and went back to eating, "Who cares."

"Can they send you home for that?"

"Probably."

"Can you get suspended?"

"Possibly."

"Then why don't you dress right?" Tarble asked a bit harshly.

Vegeta calmly looked over at Tarble. On second thought, maybe I should just eat everything. "My appearance is none of your concern, brat." he responded with an equal amount of bite as his brother.

The boy merely made a face and went back to his meal.

Finishing his breakfast Vegeta stood up, placed the dishes in the sink, and made his way to the garage.

"Hey, I need a ride to school today!"

"Well, hurry up or else I'm leaving your ass behind."

"Jerk!"

"Wimp!"

Once he opened the door to the garage, he flicked the lights on. His father had quite the collection of automobiles, but left his favorite and most frequently used uncapsuled and out on display in the garage. His father used four spaces and left two for him.

With his keys in hand, he made his way toward his black sports car. However, something much more alluring caught his attention. From the corner of his eye he saw sleek, shiny silver. He turned to look at his father's new car. He didn't fight the temptation and walked toward it. Knowing that Tarble was going to take a while, Vegeta took the liberty to inspect the latest model. Slowly walking around the vehicle, he ran his fingers over the contours and lightly traced the double-C insignia once he reached it.

He knew that the car was a present from Dr. Briefs, one of his father's closest and quite respected business associate. He knew that this particular model was unreleased. He knew facts about the car; how fast it can go, how smoothly it can corner, how well it does on gas, etc. And he also knew how fond his father was of his new toy and how well he had been taken care of it, more so than his other vehicles. Also, he was very much aware that his father was out of town. Shoulda left your baby capsuled, old man.

His eyes quickly shot toward the glass case containing all the keys. He couldn't help but grin when he spotted the set that belonging to the car. While the cat's away… Without missing a beat, he went over and took the keys. Pressing the button with the little engine icon the silver car roared to life.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

He took a glance at his brother standing by the door and then made his way to his own car. He took his school bag from his car and threw it inside his father's. Right before stepping in, he stopped and looked over at Tarble, "I thought you wanted a ride, kid."

Tarble uncertainly walked toward the passenger side, shaking his head in disbelief, "You are gonna get in so much trouble."

He took a seat and although Tarble was hesitant, he followed his lead. Once doors were shut Vegeta pushed the button for the garage door to open. While he waited he quickly connected his phone to the speakers and set it to play his rock music. Then he took off.

The car drove so smoothly, it was no wonder why his father was so fond of it.

He took a glance at Tarble. He had put his seat belt on the moment they exited their driveway and had hugged his school bag closely to his chest.

"Would you relax."

"No. This can't be good. Dad is going to find out and then he's going to beat the hell outta us."

He rolled his eyes, "If anyone's going to get a beating it will probably be me."

"He could send you back to military school." he murmured and tightened his hold on his school bag.

Vegeta frowned. "The old man isn't going to find out." he solemnly said.

Tarble shot Vegeta a hard look, "Says you!"

"Exactly. Now shut up and enjoy the ride."

Frowning, the boy did as Vegeta said and before he knew it, he very much did enjoy the ride to school that morning.

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He was stuck in traffic. He was wedged in a very long line smack down in the middle of many, many cars. He groaned out loud. He didn't factor in the traffic time. To make matters worse, at that moment his stomach growled. He knew what Tarble had shared for breakfast wasn't enough.

Looking toward the passenger seat, he eyed the large paper bag filled with burgers. He had stopped at a drive-thru and bought more breakfast for both himself and his younger sibling. Tarble was ecstatic and had plaster on a cheesy smile that made Vegeta roll his eyes. The only thing he and his younger brother had in common was their appetite.

Vegeta has highly tempted to dig into the bag and eat few burgers, but he couldn't risk making a mess in the lustrous automobile. His father probably didn't mind if he had taken the car but he would without a doubt pulverize him if he so much as found a few crumbs. He would just have to wait a bit longer.

Exhaling loudly, he let his head fall back onto the backrest in tedium, wishing the damn line would move faster.

The familiar sound of the deep bells and electric guitar started to play and his ears perked up. Hearing his favorite song he immediately turned up the volume, letting Bruce Faulconer's 'Hells Bells' blast from the speakers. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in sync to the rock beat as he opened the window. The fresh air filled the car and Vegeta brought his arm out to rest on the edge. He was about to allow himself to relax, to enjoy the hard beat but a movement caught his attention which disturbed the chance for such a moment.

He looked over to the side-mirror and saw a blue haired girl on a black sport bike. His eyes narrowed when he noticed her slow pace. Her sight was set in his general direction, her features reflecting pure unhindered determination.

She had a bright smile on by the time she reached him, "Good Morn-"

He knew that he caught her off guard. Her greeting was abruptly cut short once she laid her eyes on him. He saw her smile slowly disappear replaced with a look of slight shock and absolute disappointment. Vegeta did not have the patience to deal with her, "What?" he harshly bit out.

She glared at him. "Nothing." she curtly bit back.

Vegeta watched as she took a quick glance forward and then looked back at him. Her eyes locked on to his seeming to taunt him. He couldn't help but glower at her. She flashed him a puckish grin before leaning down on her bike and taking off skipping to front.

He glared at her retreating figure all the more, now understanding what the look she gave him meant. His hand tightened on the steering wheel in irritation, That annoying, little… He exhaled in exasperation. It was futile to fume about such petty things.

The Briefs girl and he had a bit of… an understanding. He didn't like her and she didn't like him. It has been like that since they met and very little has changed.

As a young boy he could remember seeing patches or glimpses of blue hair. She seemed to be in most, if not all, business and tech conventions he attended with his parents. He can even remember the first time they were introduced. He had been in a volatile mood from training with his father. Training sessions with the military veteran at times left him frustrated, irritable, and ready to take his anger out on anything or anyone in his way. That particular day it had been her.

There she stood with her parents nudging her to him. There was the girl both his mother and father had mentioned—the supposed child prodigy who will inherit Capsule Corporation. She seemed calm and collected as she curiously looked at him. But he was in such a petulant mood, in such a terrible and hateful mood that he couldn't help but glower at her when she extended her hand for him to shake. He saw her eyes narrow in loathing. Vegeta was certain that the she disliked him that very instant. Nevertheless, he took her smaller hand and squeezed hard enough to hurt… and she squeezed back. He, admittedly, wanted to scare her but when she didn't cower away and instead tried to hurt him back, he was a mildly shocked and oddly amused.

"Oh, look! How cute! They've become friends." the girl's mother commented.

She rolled her eyes but said nothing regarding. No, they had not 'become friends' but he was at least in a better mood. He was more than fine with her immediate abhorrence of him and to be honest he wasn't fond of her either.

Throughout the years they would either ignore each other or exchange dirty looks. It was only natural. They were, after all, being groomed to run competing companies.

When he was sent off to military school he obviously didn't see her. That's not to say he didn't hear about her. Who would have thought that she and Raditz's brother were friends? Raditz would occasionally bring her up, especially after phone calls home:

"Talked to dad, gramps, and Kakarot today." he would start, "The old guys are doing alright. Kakarot is off the hell knows where with baldy and blue."

Raditz had mentioned 'baldy and blue' before but Vegeta never cared enough to ask who he was referring to.

"Who the hell is baldy?" Nappa asked. He was evidently more curious than Vegeta about the matter.

"That short, bald kid Kakarot hangs out with." he shrugged, "Can't remember his name."

Nappa raised an eyebrow, "And blue?"

"That genius scientist's daughter with the blue hair. You know… Bulma Briefs."

This caught her attention enough to actually make a couple inquiries of his own, "Kakarot is friends with Briefs' kid? How the fuck did that happen?"

"Pft. Those three have been running around the house annoying the shit outta gramp Gohan since Kakarot got out of diapers."

The fact that Raditz's idiot brother and the girl were friends surprised him. He had known the Son family for most of his life and had been acquainted with the Briefs for quite a while so he wasn't sure how that little piece of trivial information had slipped passed him.

He remembered her being at his mother's funeral and he could vaguely recall the worried looks she cast his family's way. He wasn't concerned about what she or anybody else thought.

Shortly after his mother's passing, he had convinced his father to transfer him out of 'hell military academy' to the most prestigious private school; West City Academy. And naturally, Raditz and Nappa were transferred as well.

WCA was much different from military school. He signed up to the most challenging sports the new school had to offer. She just happened to be there rooting them on as a cheerleader. Not only did he see her in class, but he also saw her during games and tournaments, not to mention some house parties. She would also accompany that imbecile, scar-faced boy she dated. Vegeta could care less, he just happened to notice.

Others, however, did seem to care.

He could vaguely remember some girl with him babbling on about how the idiot and the Briefs girls lost their virginity to one another. Apparently the idiot wanted to continue their sexual relation, she didn't, and so he dumped her.

The last thing he wanted to hear was the status of Briefs and her stupid boyfriends' relationship and why in hell he would remember such insignificant gossip was beyond him. He blamed the gossiping wench. Needless to say that 'courtship' ended shortly afterward.

However, after that girl's comments he happened to notice that Briefs was in fact not accompanied by scar-face. She wasn't surrounded by Kakarot or baldy either. Instead she had been with the new girl with the short, blonde hair. He wasn't fond of her either.

The line had moved along and he had finally made it inside campus. He drove along till he spotted Nappa and Raditz leaning on Raditz's pickup. His eyes locked on his companions and he grinned as a mischievous thought came to mind—he stepped on the gas.

He saw them look over in his direction once they heard the loud roar of the motor. They looked confused and somewhat worried as an unknown car was suddenly speeding toward them and it didn't seem to be coming to a stop.

"Hey!" Nappa exclaimed as he held out his palm as a sort of defense.

Right when he was close enough, Vegeta turned the wheel and stepped on the break, making the car slightly drift to a side. The tires screeched till he skid to a stop. He took his time opening the door and stepping out. He grinned at Nappa and Raditz expressions, "You should see the dumb look on your faces."

Recognition flashed through both of the taller boys' faces and they made their way toward the flashy car.

Nappa shook his head and crossed his arms, "You're a dick, Ouji."

Raditz whistled. He was more interested in the car than Vegeta's scare tactic, "Where'd you get the new wheels?"

"The old man's away on some business convention." Vegeta explained.

"He let you drive it?" Nappa incredulously asked.

"What he doesn't know won't kill him."

"Oh, he'll know if you keep driving like that." Raditz added with a mocking half-smile.

Vegeta shrugged uncaring and took out the fast-food bag. He leaned on the car as he ate a burger watching his companions make a couple rounds around the car. Once they were done with their assessment of the vehicle, Vegeta had finished his burger.

Raditz rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes still on the car, "Fuck, Ouji. This beast isn't even on the market yet."

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he dug into the paper bag again. "I know." His one hand managed to grab three burgers and he threw one each to both males who easily caught it.

Right then, the bell had rung signaling the start of class.

Vegeta groaned but didn't move. He continued eating his breakfast as he, along with Nappa and Raditz watched the fellow student body make their way toward the building, a few capsuling their vehicles.

"You have anything planned tonight?" Nappa asked.

"Possibly. Why?"

"I know of a cage fight. Should be good. I hear alotta bigger, tougher guys are competing."
"Where?"

"The Pit."

Nappa had the fortune of looking older than what he was. If he was anything like his father, the boy was going to look the same for years till he actually grew into the age he appeared. He could easy get into bars without being asked for an ID. It was because of him both Raditz and he are able to get in. In the particular case of The Pit, Nappa had gone as far as befriending the owner and staff. It was through them that Nappa was updated on underground fighting matches.

After the fight he instigated and lost against Kakarot, Vegeta wanted nothing more than to brawl. It was pure coincidence that Nappa had found out about the fighting at that time. When he told Vegeta, he jumped at the opportunity.

"So, you in?"

"Yeah. I'm in."

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Sweat dripped down his body in abundant amounts. I wasn't because he was wore out or exhausted. It was simply because of the heat. It was so damn hot. The bar was dim and the cigarette smoke just made the murky settlement seem all the more scorching. In addition, he had taken a couple shots of whiskey between rounds. Retrospectively, that might also be a factor to his elevated body heat. Not to mention the adrenaline.

He had taken a nap before Nappa and Raditz came over. They were pumped and ready to go by the time they arrived at his house. They left for the bar not long after.

The Pit was located passed the city limits and its clientele consisted of rough and rowdy individuals. The dark, dingy bar was one of Vegeta's favorite places and he was sure Nappa and Raditz favored it as well.

At the moment, he stared down his opponent; a tall, wide specimen of a man. But Vegeta had already beaten four guys bigger than himself. It surprised everyone except for his companions. The large oaf's only advantage was his size. There was power behind his blows, especially if he used his body weight. But he didn't know how to effectively execute his attacks. He could've knocked Vegeta out… if he could actually land a punch.

This will be over soon.

He quickly scanned his surroundings. There were so many people yelling outside the fencing surrounding the ring. They yelled and cheered for either him or the other guy. The banged, kicked, and shook the fencing showing their excitement, frustration, or for just for the simple purpose of making noise in their drunken stupor.

His gaze traveled toward the bar area, locating Raditz. He was watching the fight from where he sat with a beer in hand talking to an older lady. He then looked for Nappa and found him by the front door talking to the bouncer.

The challenger came at him. Vegeta looked from the guys and focused his attention on the man charging toward him. Once he was close enough, Vegeta merely stepped out of the way. This unbalanced the man and he ungraciously fell flat on his face.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, I thought this was going to be a challenge. He waited for his opponent to get up. Although he was a huge male, he was quick to his feet. Without a minute wasted, Vegeta got close to him and delivered an array of punches, focusing on weak spots. The man grunted when he punched his solar plexus, took in a sharp breath when knuckles made contact with his ribs effectively breaking them, he let out a muffled yell when Vegeta's dangerous right-hook broke his jaw, and was left silent when a direct jab to his face that knocked him out. He fell lifelessly and loudly on the ring floor.

The referee ran over to the guy, inspecting the defeated man. He looked up at Vegeta with a scared and worried look, "Shit, kid."

He didn't wait his victory to be announced. He simply turned around and stepped out of the ring. There was a mixture of cheers, pats on the back, and boos as he made his way toward the bar. He might have won but it didn't feel like a win.

"It looks like you did a number on the guy." Raditz commented once Vegeta reached him.

Nappa came by, slapping his hand on Vegeta's back, "You won, Ouji."

Ignoring their remarks, he looked at the bartender. "Jack, neat." he ordered. A glass was placed in front of him and light golden-brown liquid poured. He quickly drank the liquor and hit the glass on the bar top. He made a face and shook his head as he felt the burning sensation down his throat. "Another."

The bartender refilled the glass, "You might want to take it slow."

He glowered at the man as he clenched his jaw, "Make it a double."

The barkeep did as asked.

Nappa placed an arm over his shoulders and shook him enthusiastically, "Stop looking so down, Ouji. You fuckin' beat all those guys."

If only it could be as easy as that. All he wanted was to forget and drown in the delicious, hot drink provided. Maybe if things were a little cloudy, it could keep certain things out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

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"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK,FUCK!"

"What the hell just happened?" Raditz asked as he stepped out joining Vegeta

Nappa made his way out as well, groaning as he stood, "What did happen?"

Vegeta ran a hand through his hair anxiously. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing.

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A/N: It is so hard writing Vegeta. Just Saiyan.

So, just like last time, this hasn't been beta read so there are probably some errors I didn't catch when I proof-read. I will most likely go back and fix/tweek a few things. Also, I might change the title of this fic… any suggestions (or should I just stick to WCA? Maybe West City High Academy?)

Reviews are welcomed and appreciated.