~The House of Depravity: Chapter 1~
Love,
Siara
They'd been going to see the Son family. Bulma had wanted to have a picnic in the woods nearby Chichi's house (forests were scarce in the suburban area where the Briefs lived) with her family, Chichi, and Goten (Gohan was busy with school and Goku was deceased). She insisted that they drive, and Vegeta had adamantly refused unless he was the driver.
Of course, they got lost. And of course, like any other typical male, Vegeta insisted that they weren't lost. Ask for directions? Hah! Pretty soon, Bulma was mad as hell. She refused to abandon the car and fly to the Sons, mostly because she was stubborn and angry at her husband. They were arguing and not paying attention to the dirt road in front of the car, when Trunks screamed.
"Stop!"
The car screeched to a halt, Vegeta having been startled enough by his son to actually obey for once. The Saiyan prince turned to the backseat and snarled.
"What's the matter, boy?"
Trunks pointed, "Look! There's a little girl standing in the middle of the road." And indeed there was. She was bedraggled, tearstained, and miserable looking. Smudged features, hungry face, lopsided braid, she clenched her hands into tiny fists and stared at them with quiet eyes.
Her name was Jenna, and she was five years old. An orphan with no home, and no future. Bulma, being the sentimental type, adopted her at once. Six year old Trunks mostly ignored his new sister, unless Goten wasn't around. Then he would tell her wild stories about how if you drink orange juice and milk at the same time, you'll die. Or they'd play monopoly, with Trunks as the banker. Instead of "Jenna", Trunks liked to call her "Minx," because she was always mischievious and occasinally annoying. The name stuck, and Minx became a permanent part of the family.
Vegeta looked on, feeling strangely numb, as Trunks sniffled and Jenna sobbed at Bulma's funeral. The stupid woman had gotten herself killed in a car accident. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest and glared as the coffin was lowered into the cold ground in some pathetically touching human ritual. As they began to toss the first few shovelfuls of dirt onto the dull mahogany, something snapped in his brain.
He shoved the humans out of the way, shouting, "Don't you dare toss filth on her! She's mine! She doesn't belong in a flimsy wooden box!" With that, he flew into the hole and pried the cover off of the coffin, scooping out the mangled body of his wife, and rose slowly into the air. Blinded by anger (NOT tears, DEFINITELY NOT TEARS) he aimed random ki shots at the terrified onlookers. "Pathetic humans! I'll kill all of you!"
Trunks and Jenna began shouting for people to run, take cover. Jenna took her own advice, but Trunks began to levitate instead, his tear stained face livid. He placed himself between his father and the scurrying people and shouted at him.
"Put her back!"
"Get out of my way before I squash you like the weakling you are!" Vegeta yelled. Trunks remained where he was. For an infinite moment, they stared into each other's eyes. One angry and sad, the other madly insane. Without a word, the Saiyan Prince whisked off with his dead bride, screaming a wordless wail. Trunks took his fourteen year old sister home and locked the door.
Vegeta showed up, banging on the door, a week later. Jenna opened the door with a hopeful, "Daddy?" that ended prematurely in a choked sound as the prince of the saiyans shoved past her and stormed into the kitchen to raid the fridge.
