Bra sat with her knees brought
up to her chest as she looked at Isamu's kitanas. She almost cringed as
she remembered the nightmares she had for the past three weeks. "Why can't
he just leave me alone and stay dead?" she asked herself mentally. "I only
want to be left alone."
Bulma walked up to Bra's room looked at her daughter. "Bra, honey,
are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," she answered in a monotone voice.
"You seem like you're lost in something. Is there anything that I can help you with?" Bulma asked. Her concern for her daughter growning by the second.
"Iie Okaasan."
"Alright then. Dinner's in a little while."
"I'm not hungry."
Vegita walked passed Bulma in the hallway, and looked at Bra. "What's worng with you?" he asked harshly.
"Nothing."
"There has to be something wrong if you're keeping yourself in here all of the time." He motioned for Bulma to leave.
She looked at both her husband, and daughter. "When you are, come down and eat Bra," Bulma said softly before leaving.
Bra kept her eyes locked on the swords as Vegita walked into the room. "I'm fine." She pushed her hair away from her eyes.
"Sayoka said that you made your first kill, and those swords are a trophy of it," Vegita said as he stood by the window. "I'm proud of you. You showed no fear, and the true signs of a warrior to kill the second in command of the army."
"It figures you would be," she spat bitterly. She looked at her father, and for the first time in her life, hated him. "I didn't like killing Isamu..."
"Oh, he has a name?" Vegita said coldly.
Bra balled up her fists, and turned her face away from him. "You made me into this," she whispered lowly.
"You're a Princess. And my daughter. What did you think I was doing while I was training you? Turning into the shop-aholic that your mother wanted?" he asked honestly. "I wanted you to know the true ways of what it means to be Saiya-jin."
"Then if this is all that I am, or can be...." Bra looked into her father's dark eyes with her narrow light ones. "...I don't want it."
Vegita crossed him arms and leaned against the window. "You hate me right now, don't you?" he asked. He waited for her answer, and when she didn't give one, he smiled. "You do. You think that I did all of this to you. But I didn't. And I think I know what you're going through right now...."
"Think?" she asked in shock. "Father, you have no idea what I ‘m going through. I talked with Piccolo, and Dende-sama. From what I got out of the conversation, you didn't give a shit about anybody, or anything," she said before she could stop herself. "I killed someone. I took his life away from him..."
"And gave so many others theirs," Vegita interrupted. He looked at her eyes, with an expression close to love. "I've spoken to Sayoka, and the others who knew him. Lia's mate, Kyoya, was his brother. They all said the same thing. He was what I was. And if he wasn't killed then, all of you would be dead now."
Bra sighed and laid down. "I'm tired," she said as she brought her knees to her chest again. "I'm going to sleep."
Vegita looked at her and smirked. He used that same excuse on her mother when he wanted to be left alone. "Alright," he said softly. "When you wake up, you will have something to eat. Even if your brother and I have to hold you down while your mother and sister feed you."
Bra closed her eyes and felt Vegita leave. She sighed as she drifted
off into another restless slumber.
She stood in a large field wearing a long pale gown. Bra looked around, and saw that along the edge of the field was a large farm. She smiled at the peacefulness of the scene around her.
"I see you came," Isamu said walking up behind her. He gently touched her bare shoulders, and smiled at her slight gasp. "And you look beautiful."
Bra lowered her head, and felt him turn her around. "Thank you," she said lowly. She felt him step closer to her but she couldn't pull away from him.
"You and I seemed to be made for each other Bra," he said brushing his lips against her shoulders. He slowly started to kiss her collar and neck as he sat her on the grass. "What's wrong? You seem upset?" he said kissing her neck.
"You're making me lose my mind," she said silently. She ran her hands through his hair and tilted her head back to allow him access to her throat.
He chuckled and then bit her neck softly. "I'm here because I want to be here Bra. I'm here because you killed me, and won't take my gift. But you can't forget that I'm here because you want me," he whispered before kissing her deeply.
Before she knew what she was doing, Bra was returning the deep passionate
kiss. She felt his hands along her body, caressing her through her dress.
It wasn't until she felt him on top of her, did she realize what he was
doing. She tried to push him away from her, so she could tell him that
he was lying. But a large part of her pulled him closer to her. Even beginning
to lift his shirt as he was lifting her skirt.
Sierra stood outside practicing with her daggers, when she felt some one watching her. "What can I do for you Dori?" she asked.
Dori smiled as she drew her sword. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. You seemed really out of it since the palace."
"Somethings have changed since then."
Dori looked at her friend. "I hope not between us. We're still friends, aren't we?" she asked.
Sierra stopped and looked at her. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I know that Stevie is like an older sister to you, and that you and Lia have been getting along well."
"And you were at the palace, and you wanted to know if I replaced you as my partner?" the princess asked. She smirked as Dori lowered her head. "I should ask you that. You and Goten seem a lot closer than before."
"As do you and Trunks."
Both girls looked at each other and walked over to the long bench laughing. "He asked me to marry him," Dori said smiling proudly.
Sierra's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "Did you say yes?"
"Yes I said yes. I love him, and marrying him is the right thing to do." Dori then looked at Sierra. "What about you and Trunks?"
Sierra looked at Dori and smiled. "We made love," she said simply.
Dori looked at her. "Are you alright by this?" she asked.
"Yes, it was my idea. I asked him, and he said yes." Sierra lowered her head slightly as she remember that night. "It was even better than I could have imagined."
"What's wrong? You seem upset about it."
"He was going to tell me he loved me." Sierra looked to the ground disturbed. "When Goten says it to you, how do you feel?" she asked.
"Like my heart wants to sing. Why do you ask?"
Sierra lowered her head and sighed. "He almost said it to me. And I've never been more terrified in my life." Sierra looked at Dori, and sighed. "I don't like feeling like I'm a danger to him... and if he says that he loves me, that's how I'll feel."
Dori looked at Sierra and smiled. "You're scared," she said softly. "Don't worry about it though. If he says it, he does. I know that Trunks shows how he feels in his eyes, and the way he looks at you. That is a man who is head over heals in love with you."
"And I don't know if I like, or hate that idea," Sierra sighed. "If something were to happen to me..."
"It won't."
"But if it did, the last thing that I would want was for him to be like I was when my parents died."
"You can't think like that."
"I'll have to leave," Sierra said simply. She felt Dori's stare, and sighed. "When all of this is over, and Dulcia's dead, I'll have to go and take the throne."
"Does he know yet?"
"No. Actually, I don't know. I haven't told him. I'm a little scared to."
Dori smiled as she shook her head. "He'll understand. As a matter of
fact, I think he might try to go with you."
Trunks sighed as he and Stevie sat on the roof. "She still hasn't told me," Trunks said lowly.
"She will. She needs time to figure out what she wants to do and what she has to do. Sierra has a lot to figure out." Stevie sighed. "She might think that if she told you, that she had to return, you would go with her."
"And would that de a bad thing?" he asked quickly.
"For a world that's unlike this one? To do things that neither of you have ever expected you'd have to do. She'd proud, and wouldn't want you to go through that."
"What about her? If she has to go and do it, why can't I?"
Stevie looked at her brother. "Because she's Princess. Because you have a family. Because she loves you, and refuses to change you. That's why she can."
Trunks looked at Stevie, and sighed restlessly. "If I do get the chance, then I will go with her."
"I don't doubt it. But you have to give her time to figure this out."
"How much time would you suggest? Until she leaves? Or after she comes back, if she comes back?"
"Trunks, you can't act this way. Not now. We all need at least one calm head around here. And like it or not, you're it. Please, calm down."
Trunks looked at her and sighed. "Fine. In a little while, I'm going to check on Bra. Would you like to come with me?" he asked.
"No. I think she'd rather talk to you than to me right now."
He looked at her and shrugged. "Okay, if you say so."