Help me feel

It all starts with a little nine year old boy. His life was normal, he had no great luxuries, but his father worked hard to give him the best, his mother adored him and tried to give him all the love possible, the perfection of a simple life where any little one can feel safe and loved. I think it was in the only years of his life that he knew what true happiness is.

But today, he is twenty years old, and his innocence left his mind a long time ago, his life was lost the night his parents moved away from him, dreams cruelly ripped from his little heart, dead feelings in a matter of minutes, marks that remained in his being on the surface.

He lived in a dangerous neighborhood, very humble, where it is better to take care of himself at every step, but he, being so small, ignored all this, there were no dangers that would harm him, since his mother's soft arms always protected him from all evil, he never felt the fear of being alone, he never knew what pain was.

One afternoon, he came home from school with a big smile, it was his 10th birthday, and his father told him that he had a big surprise for him. The anxiety increased with each hasty weight she gave, but when she got home, the door was broken, she entered slowly, the nerves were present and when she heard the screams she knew that something was not right, she hid herself so as not to be discovered and find that terrible exalted voice that echoed inside her humble home. His body was small, he had no problem slipping silently and unseen, until he reached his sweet eyes that scene that would mark his soul from his present to his future.

His father was tied in a chair, his eyes could hardly be opened from the blows, the blood covered his entire face, while it continued to flow. A man was standing in front of him, “You owe us money, and you know it!” I shout, giving him a strong blow, making the floor stain even more of the red liquid.

He closed his eyes, hoping it was just a bad dream, from which he would wake up in any second, he clenched his fists until he felt the pain of reality, he did not dream, this was really happening, rage filled his soul, but only He was a child. What could he do for his father? He was scared, his small body trembled, but he did not want to do nothing. His father fell silent. Although he tried, he could not move from his hiding place, he was terrified. That man who gave her life, her great hero, was now helpless on the ground, tied with blood gushing from every part of his face. He wanted to get closer, but his father could see him poking his face behind the wall behind his attacker, but a simple negative movement of the man on the ground, made him understand, he had to hide. That image, that little grimace, a little smile, silently saying to her little son "everything is fine, don't be afraid".

"I have no money," he said with difficulty, drawing the attention of that aggressor who almost turned around and discovered his little one. This was not what that subject expected to hear, his anger was even deeper.

Those black eyes so empty, full of rage, watched with disgust and contempt for their victim -This is over now-I take out a gun, aimed it straight at his head wishing and to end at once the annoyance of seeing the face of such pathetic being . A small smile was drawn on his lips and shot, ending with the light of life of a loving father -You don't owe us anything anymore -He said, keeping the gun at his waist, and then taking out a small white handkerchief with which he cleaned a small stain of blood that had splashed on his face - Damn unhappy- he said and then spit out the lifeless body that lay at his feet.

Every second of what happened was recorded in the mind of that child, who was inert, with his eyes full of tears. I cover her mouth to prevent a piercing scream from coming from them. He followed that assassin with his eyes until a second roar was heard.

-Well, the job is done, guys- said that man- let's get out of this disgusting place- as he arrived, he was followed by two others, but he never realized that someone was watching him full of hatred copying every inch of his face in I remember them.

He got up with difficulty, came out of that hiding place, walked towards his father without stopping crying, stayed by his side for a few minutes, until something reacted in his mind, his mother, when reacting to this, ran as fast as he could until he reached to the kitchen.

It could not be, as there were beings with so much evil in this world, her mother was tied in a chair with a stocking in her mouth, her clothes were torn and a hole in her forehead confirmed the place of the shot, she walked slowly towards her .

"No," he said in a heartbreaking tone, as his eyes let out twice as many tears -ma ... ma- his voice trembled. He dropped his small body next to the corpse of his mother, looking down, began to hit the ground again and again- You can't- he raised his tone more and more -You can't die- until he unleashed all his pain -mama! - He was heard by several neighbors, his cry was so strong, so deep that his vocal cords reached their limit, so much hatred, so much suffering expressed in an endless scream.

When the police arrived, they found two bodies without life, and a small one, sitting on the ground, near the body of his mother, with red eyes from crying, but that were already dry, there were no tears, he felt dead in life He had nothing left, he was completely alone.

"Come with us, little one," said the policeman, taking him by the hand, his body moving, but in his mind, time stopped.

They put him in a car, until a man approached him and handed him a small package-I think this is yours, your father had it in his pocket. It's only fair that you have it-

He took that "gift" with his trembling hands, and slowly opened it. Inside was a silver chain, with a letter "V" charm, and a letter.

- "Son: You are our greatest treasure. Your mother and I love you, this is our gift, in honor of your ten years of life. You are already on your way to being a man. Life is difficult, but never give up, Always fight, I know you will do well.

This I said, represents who you are, you are my son, my greatest achievement. Vegeta.

We love you, mom and dad "-

The car started, he did not know what would become of him, but he knew it when they reached the door of an orphanage. He went down, put the chain around his neck, put the letter in a pocket and entered that great building. Now he was just one more orphan.

The years passed, he became a cold, aggressive, proud, rebellious young man, motivating his day to day, with hatred. When he came of age, he came out of his "prison", as he said to that place -At last, out of this damn orphanage -he said taking his bag, to carry it on his shoulder.

He walked several hours through those ruined streets, his image was very striking. He wore loose sports pants, also sports shoes, a white muscular one, which marked the muscles of his body which he was in charge of exercising all those years. He had the occasional scar on his body, due to the fights that he himself caused, his hair, black, raised in a unique way. His eyes were dark, with a piercing and piercing gaze. But what most distinguished him was the tattoo marked on the nape of his neck, the letter "V".

Finally arrived, he was at home, which was once his death, now would be his new life, thousands of memories returned in a second, he ignored them. She left her bags among all the disaster of the last time she was inhabited, went out onto the sidewalk, crossed her arms and an evil smile appeared on her lips. -It's time to make some changes around here. This damn neighborhood will know very well who Vegeta is.-