Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Painful Explanations ( Chapter 11 )

Butterfly

"Something bad happened."

Yes, I know it's a seriously rubbish answer - but it was the truth.

Argh! The Eyebrow of Doom strikes again.

"Care to exaggerate?"

"No, but I'm not going to be able to do anything until, I answer you, am I?"

"Nope."

Realisation hit me like a brick wall. I was going to have to tell him, if not because he was asking me to, but because I needed to tell someone! I had this deep desire to just pour out the very darkest secrets of my existence - and it was scaring me.

But I decided to go wild.

"I think it would be easier if you just asked me questions about everything."

"Fine."

He paused. He had a thoughtful look on his face. I have to admit he looked cute, adorably gorgeous, even.

"What happened to you that made you leave?"

I scowled at him. He was supposed to ask individual questions so it would be easier.

He noticed my scowl and smirked in response. Arsehole. He did it deliberately.

"Idiot," I muttered, "I'll explain in short. Evil parent made me depressed. I cut myself. I went to sleep. Hope text me and told me about the party. I went. I got a beer from a big bald guy with this manky moustache. I blacked out. I woke up. The guy was there and…" I faltered.

Vegeta looked terrifying. He was scowling, but his eyes were horrible. They were quite wide and he was staring at me, with a murderous glint in his eyes. Uh oh. He thought… I had to explain.

"I got him off me eventually and bolted from the party. My brakes didn't work when I got to the turn and the road was too slippery for the air brakes to get a good push on the road. So I crashed.

"There you have it. My evening in summary," I spat bitterly. The memories were running through my head over and over again. My Father telling me I was a disappointment, my nearly getting raped because I was too weak to defend myself and too stupid to realise what was going to happen, and then the cherry on top - crashing my car and nearly dying.

Tears threatened to spill but I held them in.

"This man," Vegeta practically growled, "Describe him further."

"Bald. Moustache that went like this," I drew an imaginary moustache, using my finger, that was a replicate of my attacker, "Extremely tall and large with lots of muscles. Too many to look good though…"

Vegeta interrupted me, "Enough. I shall deal with him."

Vegeta got up and was by the door in a flash. With a slight bow he was gone, leaving me to wonder exactly what he was going to do.

Then it occurred to me that he must know who the man was.