Chapter 4

The night began to lurk-Another day, another beautiful fight-Vegeta said to himself, as he prepared to leave, he liked what he was doing, not only for the fact of fulfilling his plan, but also, he enjoyed hurting those who believed they were stronger than him

It's been two weeks since I fought. No one could beat him, and without realizing it, he became Turles' new toy.

Money was more and more, it was the only thing that mattered, and although they beat him more than once, they never threw him to the ground, his love for the fight was very great, and his will was unwavering. Everyone knew Vegeta, but still, he did not get where he wanted, the boss, but this did not despair him, time was what he had to spare, he had nothing left in life to lose, his goal was only one.

He arrived at one of the sheds, where clandestine fights were organized.

"It was time for you to arrive," said Turles.

-Don't bother-Vegeta replied, looking at him with contempt.

Turles smiled-This is your big fight. So, you know what to do. Win-

-Goes. Another insignificant insect.-He said as he went to the makeshift ring.

A young man just stood in front of Vegeta. It didn't seem bigger than him, in age, his body was well formed, due to the obvious training. His hair was short, and two scars adorned his face.

I look at Vegeta from top to bottom-What if, you're the boy, with the tattoo on the neck? What was your name like? Ah, yes Vegeta.

Vegeta realized the intentions of his opponent -And you are ...? Ah right, the nobody, I do not know.-I smile maliciously -At least you have heard of me, but you, you are just trash-

- Damn brag! I am the great Yamsha! ”Cried the young man with the scar, throwing a punch that hit Vegeta's face.

The blow caught him off guard, but it didn't do much, just a small trickle of blood left his lip, which he dried with his right hand.

Vegeta was elated to feel his own blood even just a little, he quickly approached his attacker, throwing a punch with his fist, to his ribs, but was stopped by Yamsha's leg. "It can't be," Vegeta said, while receiving another blow to the face that made him recoil. He was really surprised, nobody was ever a good opponent for him, and this damn would not have the luxury of being, so he smiled proudly, determined to stop playing, like a cat with his food and fight a little more seriously .

He sat up quickly, only to feel the other young man's knee, digging deep into his stomach, followed by an elbow to the nape of his neck.

The ground began to fill with the blood he was spitting, he was on his knees, but a direct kick to his head made him react, he managed to tackle it with both hands, pushing away his attacker. He stood firmly, slow his eyes revealing those deep black abysses that filled his empty gaze and smiled, his lips reflected pure evil, so much hatred reflected in so few and simple expressions. Yamsha could feel a shiver running down her spine from end to end.

He began to walk slowly "It's my turn," he said almost in a whisper. Quickly, he was close enough to the young man who hit him, and without erasing that expression of pleasure on his face, he threw him to the ground, with a strong hook in his jaw. The blow was so unexpected that Yamsha could barely react. But Vegeta was not satisfied, and launched himself at him, digging his elbow into the thorn.

He was completely blind, Yamsha barely moved, but this did not prevent Vegeta from taking him by the clothes, to bring him to his knees, he took his head, with both hands, and looked for the eyes on the bloodied face of the frightened young man, who began to shed tears in silence-It is time for your blood to stain the ground-did not feel, not the slightest pity. He began to strike the knee of the already unconscious man over and over again without releasing his head, for the blow was stronger and more painful.

His pants were red, but he couldn't stop, he was enjoying it, he was killing him. I threw him to the ground, he needed to calm his anger, and with a kick, like someone who kicks a ball, directly to the head, I end the light, in Yamsha's life.

Vegeta's body warmed with adrenaline, he knew that he had killed him and he didn't care, he felt so good, he saw the young man lying in front of him, in a pool of blood, with his face totally unrecognizable from the blows. The image, of the day of his parents' death, appeared in front of him. He did not know what to do, he could not allow the past to disturb him, he could not be weak, his face reflected something completely different from what it was a few seconds ago, but a hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

-Do not worry. You did well boy-Turles said. He was pleased with the disgusting scene, it was just what he wanted. A ruthless killer. -Are you ready, to fight for the boss-

Turles drove Vegeta, in a black car, to a large nightclub.

"What have you brought me here for?" Vegeta asked, very grumpy. "Do not play with me." He did not have such insignificant interests as carnal pleasures, in his mind there was only one thing that prioritized his day to day, revenge.

"Don't worry, boy, we entered through the back," Turles replied, guiding him to a door in an alley behind the club.

It was time, it was getting closer, soon I would see the face of the person who ended his life. Soon he would be face to face with the boss, that being that for a few simple coins destroyed everything that mattered to him. He felt nervous, but tried not to show it, he wanted to run to him and cut his throat with his own hands, slowly dropping his blood and making him pay for taking away what little he had in his life.