Torn

It had just been one of those days for Mirai, the kind of day where in the end you just wanted to go kill something, or at least wound it greatly, just to make yourself feel better. Not only had he had to deal with the angst of being in the same room as Goten, but returning home to find his own father dead was too much for him. Why had his father killed himself? What had caused the Sayan Prince to end his life forever? It wouldn’t have been so unexpected for him to do it when Mirai’s mother, not to mention his only true love, passed away from a deadly flu-like virus. Yet it made no sense why two years after the tragedy he would choose to join her…

Mirai stood there looking over the scene where he had walked into see his father with a giant hole through his chest. At first he had been in shock from seeing his father lying there, with what looked to be a wound from a Sayan blast, but it soon turned into fear and rage. How could Vegeta have done this to himself, the blood had spattered too far to be a self inflicted wound. He realized then what had to have happened; someone had murdered his father. Who did it was the question, and where were they. Not including the ever burning question; how will the bastard pay for what he had done? Merely the thought of his fathers’ body lying there brought a surge of hatred for the unknown criminal.

He immediately flew out of the house to search for any sign of the “intruder,” but unable to find any sign of anyone else besides his fathers own footsteps through the snow, his only choice was to call in the police force that left a lot to be desired when it came to the question of security. Many people thought of the police of the city to be friendly and fair, but Mirai knew better. As the sirens got louder and the lights grew brighter in the now dark sky, Mirai knew that this was not going to be a pleasant and easy meeting. The first car had arrived just as Mirai stepped outside onto the cold, snow covered ground.

From within emerged the sheriff himself, his very obese body looking as if it could just fall off and plop onto the ground. Mirai scanned the sheriffs’ face, seeing his beady eyes looking at him like he was an inferior compared to his overly large body. Oh how Mirai wanted nothing more that to fly up to him and blast his sagging face full of fat into oblivion, and walk away laughing. Yet it was only his anger and rage he felt that was talking in his mind, a rage that would only get worse when the sheriff spoke to him. “Good evening Mirai, cold isn’t it,” the sheriff said, looking entirely too cocky for his own good.

Mirai had known that it would begin like this; the cops would pretend to be his friends, and then harass him later. The same thing had happened when his best friend Goten had walked in to find his brother with a bullet through his shoulder. Mirai found it amazing how often Sayans', such as his father, got blamed for crimes that they just happened to stumble upon, although there had never been a guilty sentence handed out. “Evening officer, and yes it is cold out,” said Mirai with a glazed over, yet truly annoyed look, “Let’s just cut the chit chat and get this over with.” The sheriff laughed a bit, “Whatever you say Mirai, you’re the one who called us.”

Feeling extremely aggravated with the sheriff’s smart ass comment, Mirai led them around the back to where his father’s body lay, the blood that continued to run from his body slowly flowing towards the pool, and freezing to form an eerie looking patch of ice. As they rounded the corner, Mirai noticed the looks on the officer’s faces turn from that of cockiness and sarcastic seriousness, to horrified and pale, as if someone has stolen their very souls and left their bodies to slowly decay. “Whaa… what did you do Mirai?” stuttered the sheriff, “How could you have done such a thing?” Mirai immediately went from passively watching their pale faces, to a very defensive and angry state. “You think I did this! You actually think I would have killed my own father!” Mirai spat, his face twisted into a snarl as he spoke. “Mirai, no other being could have done this!” the sheriff said in a scared shitless sort of yell, “No footprints other than those of you and your fathers were found, and you yourself said you saw nothing when you searched the skies!”

Small sparks began to appear within Mirai’s hands as he heard this, his face still twisted into the same snarl as it had been a few minutes before, “You dare suggest that I killed the one family member I have left in this world? You dare suggest I kill someone who was not a threat? He had not posed a threat to Earth you pigs!” Mirai was about to loose it, his hands literally glowing with rage, and his eyes red with anger as he continued to shout at the sheriff for his accusation, “You sorry son of a bitch, how could you even possibly think that I would kill my own father!” The sheriff, who was scarred beyond shitless, stood there, a look of panic and fear coming out of his black eyes which Mirai noticed contrasted very well with his pale face, yet as scarred as he was he still managed to say something else to anger Mirai, “N…now you listen here, unless you can give us proof you had nothing to do with his death, I’m taking you downtown.”

Mirai noticed the hesitation in the sheriff’s voice, smiling in an insane sort of way he held his hand towards the sheriff and the anger and rage all formed into an orb of energy, one which sent interference across the entire city, “To do that you will have to get through me!” Those were the last words that Mirai would utter for a number of hours, for as he spoke those words the sheriff’s backup squad of donut munching fat guys arrived, along with the force’s new toy of laziness; tasers.