Chapter 2

Vegeta was sitting in the hall of the small house, with his eyes closed, completely thoughtful "-I must get money" - he had plans in mind, but it would not be easy, at the same time he had to mix with the dangerous people of the place.

The night was warm, so he decided to go for a walk through the poorly lit streets of that place, that old neighborhood that was so familiar to him before, now it was a completely new place for him. It was so desolate, almost like a ghost town, but it felt calm, so lonely. He walked four blocks, aimlessly, the mere need to feel free led him unintentionally, to come across something that would help him in his plans.

Shouts came from an alley, this caught his attention a lot. He looked out and could see a round of men, cheering for others in the center of it. The blows came and went between the two who fought, while the spectators increased their bets. "Interesting," he said to himself, he approached the bettors, but they all stopped, seeing him between them.

"Go boy," said one of those who fought, apparently it was the one who had won. He was a robust man, bald and with great muscles, he seemed arrogant and quite self-confident.

This did not intimidate Vegeta in the least, ha ha ha. Who do you think to call me a child? You are very wrong if you think that your pathetic image intimidates me. His voice was firm and did not show a hint of fear.

Everyone was surprised and the murmurs were immediate.

-Silence! -Said the big guy -I see that you don't know who you are disrespecting. I will tell you one last time. Go away, if you don't want me to tear you to pieces.-

He smiled, he had not fought for a long time and he was eager to feel the pain of his opponents mixed with fear -I want to see you try, insect- Vegeta was one of the best in the fight, he knew he could easily beat him and this would serve to win some money.-But if I win, all the money from the bets is mine-

-Ha ha ha ha! Did you hear that? ha ha ha the little one thinks he can beat me! -Everyone started laughing, except for one man, who was just watching, leaning against a wall.

-All right boy, I'll finish you- He said throwing a blow at vegeta, who in a quick movement, stooped- you are slow- he said to his attacker showing enormous security, and gave him a strong blow to the stomach with his right fist . That big guy spat out a large amount of blood, and placed his hands on his stomach, this managed to satisfy Vegeta, who was smiling in a cold way. All the spectators were speechless, and in complete silence.

The young man saw the low defense of his opponent, but this did not stop him and provided him with a knee to the ribs, which threw him to the ground on his knees, very sore. , who was on his knees with his hands on the ground, watching him ruthlessly.

-you will not call me child anymore- together both closed hands, and with a dry blow to the nape of the bald man's head, he knocked him unconscious on the ground.

No one said a word, they were surprised and at the same time admired at the image of Vegeta who was standing, next to the still image of his opponent-I want my money-I cross his arms.

"Give him his money," said the man, who was leaning against the wall. "You're good," he approached Vegeta, "you easily nailed Nappa." He was one of our best fighters.-

- Is he useless? he was just a stupid talker- he looked with disgust at the subject on the floor.

-Yes, I see. I am Turles. I am in charge of organizing these small entertainment events.-He said very seriously looking into the cold empty eyes of Vegeta.

Turles smiled-someone like you would be very useful to us-

-Only if I can earn more money- Vegeta replied, with a half smile.

-That's for sure, but only if you win.-

Vegeta felt underrated-You don't know what I'm capable of-

-Perfect. And if you keep winning, not only will you earn more money, but you will be able to fight in the boss's private meetings, but that is only for true champions- He said, giving the money to the young man.

-That won't be a problem- The idea was tempting, his ambition was more than just fighting for the boss.

-Then it's fixed. What's your name? ”I pull a cell phone out of one of his pockets and toss it at him.

I grab the cell phone-Vegeta-

-Then Vegeta, stay in shape. I will call you

Vegeta didn't say anything else and left.

Turles watched, while Vegeta left the place. A man approached him-Turles Do you think this is a good idea? -

-I don't know Raditz. But it is very good. Also, we can always kill him.-An evil smile was drawn on his face.

Raditz looked at him with concern-I still think, this is not a very good idea. Something about him inspires me a lot of mistrust, and the way I hit Nappa.-

-He's a damn, just that. Something that would be very useful for the boss. A talented young man, ruthless, cold and heartless. If everything goes well, he will soon be one of us.- Turles replied.

-What her name?-

"All he said was that his name is Vegeta, apparently he has no intention of us knowing more."

The entire neighborhood knew the Ouji family's death story, but few knew of Vegeta Ouji. Something that benefited him a lot, to achieve his mission.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was on his way home. With a big wicked smile, he knew he was on the right track "-little bit, pay one by one .-" he thought. As he watched the cell phone Turles handed him, it began to ring.

-Vegeta. Tomorrow will be your first official fight-one of you said on the other side of the device.

"This will be interesting," he said before hanging up.

He entered his house, sat on the couch, and began to laugh loudly, his psychopathic thoughts took over him, showing his worst side.- ha ha ha ha! Everyone will know who Vegeta is! - He calmed down a bit - they will fall and pay. Everyone will pay me-