A/N: Hello, everyone!

Okay, first of all, yes. Another DBZ fic. Yes, again with Vegeta, Bulma, Frieza, and abuse. Lots of abuse.

I already wrote a high school fic with basically the same plot: Vegeta and Bulma go to the same school, but Vegeta lives with Frieza who abuses him. The name of that fic is A Lifetime Turmoil, in case any new readers want to check it out.

This fic, however, will be radically different than that one. First of all, everyone is human in this fic. That means no ki, no space, and most painful of all: no tails. Sorry, guys. It will also develop very differently, and will have a very different plot as it goes along. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and I really appreciate feedback and reviews!

Warnings: Abuse, torture. (You know me.)

I don't own anything.

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Bulma didn't know what to do.

She covered her mouth with trembling hands as her brain scrambled for something, anything to help the agonizing boy in front of her.

Vegeta was covered in blood, so much so that his grey hoodie had huge splotches all over. It reached up into his black hair and covered his deadly pale face. His body was shaking so much, he seemed to be having a seizure, and Bulma worried he might start convulsing in pain right there.

In fact, his eyes showed so much pain she wanted to start weeping. They were also pleading, filled with an all-consuming fear she never thought she'd see on him. On anyone, for that matter. They were desperate… as much as eyes nearly swollen shut can be.

She couldn't imagine how he could be so hurt. He had seemed fine the day before at school… Well, Vegeta was never actually fine. He was always hurt, but never to that extent. Every breath he took was a horrible, wheezing gasp accompanied by coughs and choking sounds, and she could see, under he dim light of her garage, tear tracks on his face.

Finally, for the first time, things clicked into place.

Vegeta had been lying all that time.

The door behind her opened slowly, and Vegeta's eyes widened even more, if possible.

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A few months before.

The first day of school was a very exciting day for Bulma Briefs.

She smiled at everyone as she walked down the stone path leading to her school, her black designer boots clicking on the floor with her steady steps. Her clothes, hair, make-up and attitude were on point. That was one of the perks of being the It girl at school.

Chi chi, her best friend, was walking next to her, soaking up all of the attention.

They reached the stairs, where their group of friends and boyfriends were already sitting, sleepy but cheerful, as always. Chichi quickly jumped into Goku's arms, and Bulma sat next to Yamcha, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Looking beautiful, B."

"Aw, thanks, Yam."

They chattered for a while, before the bell rang, signaling the beginning of classes.

…

Bulma's first class was History, and she shared it with Chi chi.

The teacher came in, presenting himself and explaining what the class would be all about during the school year. As he wrote the exams' dates on the board, the door slammed open, showing the bane of Bulma's existence at school: Vegeta Ouji.

Vegeta was the bad boy at school.

He was almost as popular as Bulma, except he had very few close friends, because he enjoyed scaring people away. He was always angry or serious, never spoke much and had a permanent scowl on his face, as if the air surrounding him annoyed him. But he was also exceedingly handsome, and his dark attitude attracted girls like bees to sweets, even if his face was almost always covered by injuries.

He was the captain of the football team, and was the best student, next to Goku, at martial arts, which made him Head of the Martial Arts Club. His injuries, he explained when asked, where a result of his constant fighting with rivaling gangs, enemies, and street fights. Falling over was also, at times, one of his excuses.

He glared at everyone and Bulma rolled her eyes at the almost audible collective sigh that spread through the girls in the room.

"Mr. Ouji. You're late."

"I know." He bit back, walking over to an empty seat at the back of the class.

"It's the first day. Couldn't you at least make an effort?"

"Whatever." He said under his breath as he sat down, his face tightening minutely in pain. Nobody seemed to notice.

"You wouldn't like detention on your very first day, now would you?"

Vegeta growled.

"No." he said finally, crossing his arms.

"Good. Then I suggest you try to get to your classes on time."

In reality, Vegetas short-temper was at its limit. His whole body was on fire, and he could barely move without grunting or wincing. He suspected that at least one of his ribs was broken, and his left wrist cracked and popped if he moved it. His torso was covered in gashes, cuts and bruises, which made it impossible for him to lean back on the back of his chair, and the rest of his body was so bruised he didn't know how he was moving at all.

To make matters worse, he had almost missed the bus, and had had to trot up to the next stop, which had worsened each and every one of his injuries.

And, he hadn't had time to eat breakfast. Not like there was much in his house to eat, anyway.

"He's such a jerk." Chichi whispered at Bulma, who nodded in agreement as she glared at him.

When Vegeta's eyes met hers, a growl formed in his throat. He hated that girl. She was such a princess. Captain of the volleyball team and Head of the Debate and Science Clubs, rich parents, looks… She thought she had the world at her feet. And Vegeta enjoyed proving her wrong very much. His scowl deepened and, as the teacher turned around to write something on the board, he showed her his middle finger.

She gasped soundlessly, but the teacher was facing the class by then, and she couldn't answer back.

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Vegeta walked down the hall next to Radditz and Turles.

Radditz was Goku's older brother, but he had failed a couple of grades, so he hung out with Vegeta and the rest of the team. Turles was also in the football team, and he was Goku's and Radditz's cousin. Turles and Radditz were laughing as they joked about a girl's ass, and even if he smirked at certain comments, Vegeta was mostly tuning them out, lost in his own thoughts.

He was jarred out of them, though, when something slammed into his shoulder. His entire arm screamed in pain, but he only let out a growl and a small cough. He immediately turned his face towards the person who had dared cross his path, and found none other than Bulma. She had dropped her notebooks and papers, and was hastily scooping them up as she shouted at him.

"You jerk! Watch where you're fucking going, you idiot! Who do you think you are?"

When she straightened up, she was slightly taken aback by the look on his face, though she didn't let it show.

He looked feral, his upper lip curled up and his glare turning murderous.

"Stupid bitch." He said, before sidestepping her and stomping away from her, his two friends hurrying behind him,

Bulma gritted her teeth.

"Fuck you!" she said, before stomping on the other direction, ignoring the people staring at her.

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Lunch didn't arrive fast enough in Vegeta's opinion. He was starving.

He walked with his tray up to the table where the rest of his football team was sitting. He didn't consider all of them to be his friends, not by a long shot, but the ones he did consider as such were sitting there anyway, so whatever. He sat between Nappa, an older boy who had also failed a few grades, and some other guy whose name he didn't remember. Without a word to anyone, he attacked his plate. Nobody said anything, they were used to Vegeta's silence.

A few tables away, Bulma was sitting with her own friends. Goku was among them. He was also in the football team, but he switched tables from time to time, to hang out with all of them. That day, he had chosen his girlfriend and the others.

Bulma was red in the face, telling them what Vegeta had done a few hours earlier.

"Then he called me a stupid bitch. Can you believe that idiot?"

Yamcha glared at him, although Vegeta didn't notice.

"I'll kick his ass."

"The brave knight said before he got smashed to pieces by the dragon." Krillin piped in. Everyone laughed and Yamcha blushed. "Sorry, man, but you know it's true. Vegeta is top notch at martial arts and he's stronger than any of us."

"He's not stronger than Goku." Chichi argued.

"You should teach him a thing or two." Bulma said to Goku, also glaring at him.

Goku smiled innocently at her through his food-filled mouth.

"We're even in strength but he knows a bit more. He trains all day." He said.

"So what? You train all day, too." Bulma answered.

"But Vegeta is always in gang fights and whatnot." Krillin said.

Goku turned a bit serious.

Vegeta and him were best friends, which was very surprising, given the difference in their attitude and personality. Goku's dad had been friends with Vegeta's dad before the former had passed away when they were young. Thus, they had been friends almost their entire lives, and even if it seemed like Vegeta hated him, he actually trusted Goku more than anyone. That meant that Goku knew all about Vegeta's home life, and he knew that there were never any gang fights. But he had sworn on his life that he would never tell anyone about it, so the only thing he could do, was support him.

"He's just difficult at times." Goku said after a while.

"At times?" Bulma asked sarcastically. "He's an asshole."

Eighteen furrowed her eyebrows.

"Must Vegeta be our lunch topic every single day, every single school term?" she asked.

Bulma rolled her eyes and began to eat her barely touched food.

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Vegeta sat on the old park bench in front of the Kindergarten, with his hands in his pockets and a bored expression. His scowl changed into a small smile, however, as two little kids came running out to meet him.

Tarble was six-years old, and looked just like Vegeta, in a miniature version. Trunks was four-years old, and could barely walk and talk, but was smart and cheerful. They were a blessing in Vegeta's life. The only thing that wasn't completely fucked up and chaotic.

He hugged both and carried Trunks in his arms, taking Tarble's hand as they walked back home.

Sometimes, Celipa, Goku's mom, would offer to pick them up if Vegeta was in detention or couldn't make it on time, but Vegeta didn't like to be away from them. He was a bit paranoic.

They entered their empty house and he went into the kitchen to prepare something for them, trying to be as cheerful as his exhausted body could pretend to be.

Their house was actually quite big and fancy, located practically in the middle of nowhere, since their neighbors were quite far from them. Convenient, he though bitterly.

There wasn't much food around, since his uncle would stack most of the food under lock and key to make sure Vegeta didn't "take too much like the little dirty thief he was".

He hated his uncle with passion. He had started to live with the man a few years back, when his father had passed away on a business trip. Very few details were given to them when it had happened, and it left a hole in Vegeta's soul that burnt like fire every time he stopped to wonder why people hadn't shown more interest in a country hero like his father.

His father had owned quite a big amount of money, since he was the founder and CEO of Ouji Enterprises, one of the biggest technology companies in the world, rivaled only by Capsule Corporation. When his father passed, all of his inheritance went to his uncle, who was a very important man in politics. Vegeta Ouji Sr. and Frieza Kold were only half-siblings, and had never spoken much, except when Frieza tried to blackmail or threaten Vegeta into one deal or another, so it baffled Vegeta Jr. and his mother very much when all the money went to him. Then again, it wasn't that surprising considering how powerful Frieza was. If Frieza said jump, practically the entire world jumped in unison. The whole thing did make Vegeta very suspicious, and very, very upset.

A few months after living with Frieza, Vegeta's mother decided to leave. She never said good-bye. She simply moved away from the house, and Frieza let her go, since he seemed to have a weak spot for the beautiful woman… but it made things horrible for Vegeta.

Frieza had always been very rude towards the young boy, shoving him out of his way, insulting him and slapping him constantly… but when his mother left, Frieza exploded into a full-on abuser. He would beat Vegeta on an almost daily basis, in a very brutal way. He would often torture him, just to hear him scream, and see him cry. That was the worst part. Whenever Vegeta cracked and began to cry and beg, Frieza would laugh like he was having the time of his life.

And it terrified Vegeta.

Everything about Frieza terrified Vegeta.

But for some reason, Frieza always kept away from the little kids. He did threaten Vegeta with them, though. He'd constantly force him to do humiliating or painful stuff with the promise that he'd beat or kill the kids if he didn't. And the kids were everything Vegeta had left in the world. He would do anything to protect them.

Vegeta had tried many things.

Once, when he was younger and wasn't used to Frieza's abuse, he passed out in school because his jaw and throat hurt so much he couldn't eat. When the teachers had asked him, he had decided to tell them the truth, and they had immediately called Frieza. However, all the man needed were a few calls here and there and the problem was forgotten, the curious teachers fired, and Vegeta was tortured for hours on end that night for "almost letting out their little secret".

He had tried to escape as well, but Frieza would report him as a missing person and the police would find him and send him back. He had the fame of a bad boy, rebellious beyond belief and very mischievous, so the policemen never believed him when he tried to explain why he had ran away. Frieza was a golden man to them, and he was just the little rat living under his ceiling.

He had even tried to contact his mother. She actually lived a few towns away, only a couple hours by bus. He had called her and visited her, but he always returned home with his whole world torn into even more pieces. His mother didn't want him back; it scared her to think that Frieza would come after him. She wouldn't take them in, and she wouldn't return to calm Frieza down. He had shown her his scars, his injuries, he had cried as he told her the horrible things his uncle had put him through, but she had always turned a blind eye. In the end, he had begged her to take the kids in. It would kill him to send them away, but the fear of having Frieza hurt them one day was unbearable. She had refused to that, too, though.

So he was stuck in hell.

He placed the food on the kitchen table and went upstairs to clean his wounds and change his bandages before Frieza returned.

Maybe he could take a short nap to recover some energy.

He hoped Frieza was in a lenient mood. He really didn't feel like missing his second day of school. Not that he liked school, but at least it provided a decent distraction from the sick fear he usually felt.

As the hours ticked by, all he could do was wait.

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