The Life of a Sayian Chapter 1

     So my name is Broc, i am a sayian chid, i have recently been in a fight (that i lost) and found my way to a rather nice house where we will pick up the story five minutes before to get some background on the family that lives there.

"Why?" asked Elizabeth?
"Because Liz we cant afford to have a baby!"
"thats what you say but why cant you get a better job?"
"'cause the economy, it wont let anyone get a job!"
"well how bout this, you have one month to get a better paying job, if you dont then we break off the engagement and i find someone who will let me have a baby."
"whate-
there is a sudden knock at the door.
"ill get it!" screams John
when John opens the he gets a shocking surpise.
"Liz, can you come here a sec.? Hurry!" John says with urgency in his voice.
"what, what do y-" "WHAT THE"
"Liz language! its a little kid!"

Yes, the "little kid" standing at the door was me. I have brown spiky hair, and destroyed Sayian armor on. i look like i was thrown in a volcano then bury into the ground. (not my best appearance)



"h- hey..." I stuttered,"My name is Broc"