Alright... first I would like to tell you about some of the punctuation in this story:
-Whenever someone's thinking, their thoughts will be in ' 's.
-Whenever the POV changes, I put to ----------- show you.
-Whenever there's a scene change but not a POV change, there will just be just --- in between.
I think that just about covers it... so please Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own some of the characters in here (ie: Burro, Vigo, Marlene...). So no copying!

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I was so mad at him. I've never been this mad in my life. If he wasn't so strong, I would definately kill him. How dare he accuse me of "mating", as he liked to call it, with Goten! Goten and I are just close friends. I don't even like him.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR ACCUSING ME OF THIS, FATHER!" I yelled at him. He used to wince at my voice; now he's gotten used to it. I can see why - we've been yelling a lot at each other lately. Ever since that bratty brother of mine was born. "WHY WOULD I DO THAT WITH GOTEN?! HE'S JUST A FRIEND - NOTHING MORE!"

"Oh really?! It seems to me like you two show affection towards each other!" Dad fought back with his arms crossed.

"HOW?!"

"Many ways."

"NAME ONE!"

"Why does it matter?"

"BECAUSE I KNOW YOU KNOW I DON'T SHOW 'AFFECTION' TOWARDS HIM IN ANY WAY, YOUR JUST MAKING THAT UP TO USE AS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR PATHETIC COMEBACKS!" I screamed louder.

He narrowed his eyes at me and unfolded his arms. Suddenly, he starting yelling back at me. "I DON'T WANT YOU TO VISIT HIM ANYMORE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

"NO!" I yelled back. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

He blinked at my answer. I blinked too, feeling my eyes fill up with tears.

"I don't understand father," I said quietly. "I don't understand why you've changed so much. You used to trust me. And now, suddenly... it's like our relationship has changed. I thought..." Tears poured out of my eyes. I saw Dad's eyes widden a little when this happened - he hates it when I cry. "I thought you loved me," I finished, sniffling.

I thought he would soften up and hug me and stroke my hair, telling me it was okay like he did when I was younger. But I guess I've been thinking wrong. He did the total opposite.

SLAP!

My head snapped to the side. More tears flooded out of my eyes as I felt my cheek immediately start throbbing with pain. I almost fell over, but I regained my composure and looked back at him. But he was gone.
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That was last night. Now, it's a little past 6:30, and that stupid alarm clock won't shut up.

"BRA!" I heard my mom call. "PLEASE GET UP!"

I groaned and turned over, slapping the alarm clock in the process. I heard scrunching noises, and the alarm quickly shut up. I opened one eye. 'Oops,' I thought. 'There goes another alarm clock. Stupid training.'

I sighed and slowly sat up. I started to yawn, but quickly stopped when I felt my cheek start throbbing again. My hand flew up to it and touched it. But I didn't feel anything.

'STILL numb?!' I thought angrily. I swear, if only I was stronger, dad would DEFINATELY pay for what he did to my cheek.

Suddenly, I gasped. 'WHAT IF HE LEFT A BRUISE?!' I screamed at myself as I flew out of the bed and to my bathroom. Luckily, it was only pink instead of black and blue. I saw my face sadden at this as I looked at my powder.

"Looks like I'll be using a lot of you today," I mumbled.

I walked out of the bathroom and threw on a pair of jeans, a black sleeveless turtle-neck, black boots, a gold-chained necklace and matching hoops, and proceeded into the bathroom. I put on a black headband and some make-up (lots of powder thanks to dad), and walked out of my room.

Notice how I don't call him "daddy" anymore. That's because he doesn't deserve that caring name. When I was younger he did, but certainly not now. I don't even think he considers me as one of his children anymore. No, I'm not over-exaggerating. You'll see why soon enough. It's not like verbal fights between him and I are rare.

"What's for breakfast, mom?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. Burro was already seated at the table. He smirked at me. I sneered back.

Oh yes, Burro is my little brother. He was born a little after Goku vanished with the Dragonballs. Now he's six. Turns out mom got pregnant during the time when Bebi ruled... I hate thinking about it. Not just because it's the "mating" process, but also just because Burro had to result in it. When you look at him, I swear, your looking at a mini dad! He looks EXACTLY like him only his hair is a little shorter. I never said my dad wasn't handsome, but there's just something about him and Burro that send chills down my spine now.

"Oh, just some pancakes," Mom answered, turning to me. Her eyes lit up. "Oh honey! You look great!"

I looked at her strangely as I walked over to my seat at the kitchen table. I shouldn't of sat there today though - it gives mom the view of my left side, which is the side dad hit me on.

Mom grabbed a plate of pancakes and started walking my way. I was looking out the window to my left, giving Burro, who was sitting across from me, the whole view of my pink cheek. I could of sworn I saw him smile.

"Here you go sweetie," Mom said, getting ready to place the pancakes on the table. I turned to her to say thanks, but stopped as soon as I saw her reaction to me.

"Oh my god Bra! Are you breaking out?!" She squealed, more dropping the pancakes on the table rather than setting them down.

I rolled my eyes at her. "No," I answered flatly as I picked up my fork and stabbed a pancake with one.

Mom looked at me, confused. "Then why is your cheek so... pink?"

I paused before stuffing the pancake in my mouth to glance at her. Mom must have very keen eyes to see through my powder. I couldn't tell her that dad hit me - she'd get upset and start yelling at him, causing another one of their many arguments.

So I lied. "Must of slept on it the whole night or something," I answered before stuffing the pancake in my mouth. Mom stayed there, watching me, before turning back to the kitchen.

Burro kept watching me too with that stupid little smirk of his. I glared at him.

"What are you staring at?!" I snapped. I didn't hate him just because dad favored him, I hated him because he tattled on everything I did. Not like I did anything bad anyway - he made it all up.

"Nothing," was his reply. But he kept staring. I could sense him swinging his legs under the table.

My eye twitched in ignorance before I looked out the window again.

"VEGETA!" Mom called. "BREAKFAST IS READY!"

"I'M NOT HUNGRY!"

I snapped my head in the direction of the gravitron. I could tell mom and Burro were confused too. Dad? Not hungry?

"Since when is he not hungry," Mom mumbled before calling back, "OKAY THEN! PANCAKES ARE HERE WHEN... YOU... are hungry, I guess..." Then she turned back to making more pancakes.

I looked out the window again when it suddenly hit me. 'He knows I'm here,' I thought. 'He doesn't want to see me. I bet the moment I leave he'll walk into the kitchen.' I smirked. 'Guess I'll just have to forget something then.'

"I'm done mom," I said, getting up and bringing my empty plate over to the sink.

"Have a good day hun," Mom said as I grabbed my backpack, making sure I didn't have my purse with me, and headed out the door.

I had just walked down the driveway when I smirked and stopped. "Looks like I forgot something," I said sarcastically, even though it was true. I ran back up to the house and quickly ran through the door. Luckily, I had to pass the kitchen to get to the place where I left my purse.

Sure enough, dad was in there. He blinked when he saw me, in surprised, but then narrowed his eyes and walked over to the kitchen table. I made sure he saw my cheek.

"Bra?" Mom asked, looking over at me.

"Just forgot my purse," I said innocently as I grabbed it off the sofa in the living room and walked through the kitchen again. I felt that little brat's eyes on my back the whole time.

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I leaned my head against the window and tapped on the desk. Why did homeroom have to be so boring? No one ever gets here as early as I do, and that's just because my dad works here. Heck, even Bra's late most of the time.

'I hope everything's okay with her,' I thought while closing my eyes. She didn't seem like she was happy last night on IM. I wouldn't be surprised if Vegeta and Burro were giving her a hard time. I feel so bad for her, even though she gets pretty annoying sometimes.

Reminiscing on past events with Bebi, Super 17, and Ii, I wish I was stronger. I bet Bra does too - than she would actually have a chance against her dad. I know he trains her now, but he probably doesn't train her as hard as he trained Trunks.

Trunks... where has he been lately? He doesn't seem to realize what's going on at Capsule Corp, and Bra never brings him up. I wonder what he's been doing the past month... 'Oh Pan,' I thought with a small smile. 'Don't you always wonder about him?'

'Of course I do,' I answered myself. I've been doing that a lot lately, not wanting to bother Bra or Marlene with my silly questions. They have much more important stuff going on in their lives - Bra with her family, Marlene with her sick mom. And it's not like I could talk to anyone else in my family - my mom and dad would probably think I was silly, and Vigo was too young to understand what I mean.

Ahh yes... Vigo. My bratty little brother. He was born a little after Bra's little brother, Burro, was. No offense to Burro or anything, but Vigo's actually better behaved than him. When they're not together, I mean. When they're together, no one knows what they'll do next. And they usually plot stuff against Bra and I.

I rolled my eyes thinking about it. It felt kinda weird since my eyes are still closed.

I suddenly felt my thoughts drifting back to Trunks. How can I not wonder about him? He's so handsome and nice... and probably one of my best friends in the whole world.

The door to the classroom opened yet again. I've been ignoring it, but my eyes shot open when I heard someone enter the room. I knew who it was by their ki - Bra.

I smiled at her, leaned my head towards the desk in front of me so she'd sit there. She quickly smiled back and made her way over to me.

"Hey Bra-chan," I greeted as she sat down.

She sighed. "Hey," she answered, emotionless.

I knew something was wrong. "So... how are you this morning?" I asked cautiously. Sometimes, she starts yelling at me when I try to ask about what happens at home.

But this time, she rolled her eyes and placed her chin on the back of her chair. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew what I was referring too. "Oh Pan," she said with a smile. "You're so funny sometimes. I know you're worried about me at home and all." As soon as she said that, her smile disappeared.

I scrunched my eyebrows together in sympathy. "What happened?" I asked softly.

Bra sighed and sat back up, leaning her head against the wall. I lifted my head from it so I could face her.

"You know how Goten drove me home last night from the candy shop, right?" she started.

I nodded.

"Well... I stayed there for about 45 minutes. We sparred a bit and then we sat down and talked about the past. Then I left." She rolled her eyes. "On my way home, I called Capsule Corp to tell someone where I had been. Burro answered. I told him I'd be there in about five minutes, and to tell mom and dad that I had been at Goten's. Then I hung up. Well..." she twitched her head to the side in ignorance, all while staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Five minutes was plenty of time for that little brat to make up something. Unfortunately, he somehow already knows about the 'mating' process, as dad likes to call it, so he told dad I was mating with Goten. Dad bought it, cuz we were sparring, so our power levels went up. He OBVIOUSLY thought it was for something other purpose, thanks to Burro..."

I was barely able to control my laughter. Vegeta, the big Saiyan prince, can be SO naive sometimes.

"So I get home and am greeted by him yelling at me and accusing me of sleeping with Goten," Bra continued. She suddenly lifted her head and faced me. "I don't even like Goten that way! He's too old for me, and is dating Parisu anyway!"

'He's too old for me.' Is Trunks too old for me? I know Bra used to like Goten, but she obviously gave up on him because he was dating Parisu. But is it also because she thinks he's too old for her? I know they're about eleven years apart... same with me and Trunks. Is that too much of a difference?

I snapped myself back to reality as Bra went on.

"He told me to stop seeing Goten," Bra continued, leaning back against the wall and sighing, "and he asked me if I understood his orders. I said I didn't, and when he showed confusion, I told him that I don't think he loves me anymore. Then, do you know what that asshole of a father did to me?" She raised her voice a little as she got to the end of the sentence and blinked slowly. "He slapped me."

I gasped. "Where?!" I suddenly exclaimed, ignoring glances from other students.

Bra turned to face me and then pointed to her left cheek. "Here," she said.

I had to lean forward to get a better look before I actually saw how pink it really was.

"Wow," I said. "It's still pink?"

"Unfortunately."

"You did a great job covering it up though," I said, trying to brighten her up.

She smiled a bit. "It's nice to know that you actually have some knowledge about makeup," she teased. I smirked. Make-up was never my thing. Neither was clothes. Sure, I try to keep up with everything, but I like to stay in comfortable clothes. Like now - I'm wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt, tennis shoes, and my "trademark" (as Bra likes to call it) bandana.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and the homeroom teacher walked up to the room.

"Alright class, please settle down, it's time to take attendance," she said rather loudly. I was glad I didn't have her as one of my real teachers - most people say Ms. Yirton is pretty ditzy and retarded.

"Lori Aticut?"

"Here," came a cheerful response from the auburn girl in the front of the room.

"Robe Bayot?"

"Here," came the deep voice of an athletic boy from the corner.

"Bra Briefs?"

"Mmhmm," came the gruff reply from my blue-haired best friend.

Ms. Yirton looked up at Bra. "Why so glum sweetie?" she asked cheerfully. Bra rolled her eyes in response.

"Oh, well please, be happy!" Ms. Yirton said. I snickered, and other kids tried not to laugh either, including Bra.

Ms. Yirton continued with the attendance. Finally, the bell rang. Onto math, I thought glumly. I got up and swung my backpack over my shoulder as Bra did the same. Then we walked out and parted.

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I was so bored. Our stupid class is so slow in Algebra II Honors. I'm able to understand mostly everything Mr. Wilch says the first time, - maybe that's because my mom and grandpa are geniuses - but the rest of the class is SO INCREDIBLY SLOW. And because of that, Mr. Wilch is reviewing everything. Again.

Someone poked my right arm. I blinked and looked in that direction, now facing my blonde-haired friend.

"Don't fall asleep on me Bra," Marlene said with a wink. She had the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. I hate dark green, but her eyes flatter the color. Her light blonde hair just adds to it.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I'll try," I mumbled in return. Marlene's also very smart, but works hard for her grades. Thus, she pays attention all the time. Unlike me.

Marlene wants to become a doctor. She has a very sick mom at the moment diagnosed with Typone, a dangerous new disease. Her dad stays home to take care of her, but leaves at 6 for his job, and returns at midnight. So, Marlene has to watch over her mom for as long as she can until her dad returns. It's pretty hard for her - she's an only child, so her and her father are the only things her mom has now. It's hard for her to do anything with Pan and I anymore because she has to watch her mom.

I let my eyes wander around the room and let my gaze fall upon Leila. Oh, how I love that girl. I love how she always tries to beat me at everything I do and competes with me 24/7. We're at war, and now, I couldn't love her more. She sweet-talked a teacher into giving her a 100% on the last test, and, once she succeeded, told him that I cheated on it. As a result, my grade was lowered to a 60%, and I got a MAJOR lecture from dad at home. God.

"... if x equals this, what is the answer Bra?"

I snapped my head back at Mr. Wilch and the board. He was glaring at me. I looked at the problem quickly and solved it in my head.

"24," I answered.

"Wrong," he stated before turning around and writing something on the board. "The answer is 25. Please pay attention next time Bra. Lucky guess."

I rolled my eyes. If only he knew.

Ignoring his words, I searched the room again. Where was Pan?... 'Oh! Duh,' I answered myself. She's in that stupid Discipline class. I smirked. A few days ago, she beat up a guy for sexually horassing her. He walked away with a black eye and bruised stomach; Pan walked away with a month of that Discipline class. Poor Pan. All the teachers are against her.

Now, she has math first period with the other Algebra II Honors class who have Drama during 4th period. I have Health while Marlene has Humanities.

"Bra?"

My eyes quickly snapped back to the board and Mr. Wilch again. He was glaring. Again. I lifted my eyebrows.

"Mmhmm?"

"Do you find this boring?" he asked, tapping his marker in his hands.

By now, everyone was staring at me.

"Why would you think that?" I asked with a little of an attitude. I couldn't help it - at least it was better than saying yes.

"You aren't paying attention like I asked you to," Mr. Wilch answered calmly.

"And how do you know that?" I asked slowly. Some of the kids began to snicker. Mr. Wilch frowned.

"Well, when someone's eyes are wandering around the room, I assume they're daydreaming, thus not paying attention," he answered, raising his voice a bit. I barely succeeded in not rolling my eyes.

"You assume that," I replied, "but you don't know."

Mr. Wilch stopped tapping his marker.

"Bra Briefs, would you like to stay in class and pay attention or leave?" he asked, obviously impatiently by the tone of his voice.

I thought this over. Then, I suddenly uncrossed my legs, gathered my stuff together, and walked out of the room.
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"... And then she just got up and walked out -"

I glared at the two girls, one obviously from my math class. I just love how we girls gossip. But I could really care less about what they think.

"Hey Uub!" I called once I saw him. His head shot up and he started looking around. I giggled and walked up to his side, leaning on his arm.

"I'm right here loser," I said with a smile.

He looked alarmed. "Oh, hey," he said before turning away. He was too slow though. I caught him blushing.

I let go of his arm and pulled myself off of him. For some reason, I feel so safe when I'm around him.

"There you are!" someone suddenly said behind me. I whirled around, facing Marlene again.

"Yes, here I am," I agreed with a smile.

"Why'd you leave?" she asked angrily.

I let my smile drop. "I was just tired of his crap and didn't want to listen anymore, that's all," I said before walking away. That's what I hate about Marlene. If you do something bad in class, she'll get on your case.

I saw Pan and walked over to her table. She was looking the other waywhen I threw my lunch capsule on the end of the table. She jumped when she heard the noise and saw the food. Then she saw me and relaxed.

"You're so weird," she commented as I sat down.

"Thanks," I said, picking up my sandwich.

"Marlene told me what you did in math," Pan went on.

I looked up at her. She was snickering.

I smiled. "Yeah, well at least SOMEONE thinks it's pretty funny," I said with a roll of my eyes. "Not like I was trying to be funny though. I'm just so tired of him." I bit into my sandwich, quickly chewed, and swallowed. "Everyone's either surprised or angry at my actions. It's nice to know someone's not." I took another bite.

I heard Pan swallow. "Yeah, well if someone laughs at me for getting that Discipline class, I guess I have to laugh at them when they do something stupid too," she teased. I tried not to choke on my food from laughter.

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I sighed and read over the problem again. '... Find x, if y = -108... Oh shut up!' I groaned and turned over on my bed, now laying on my back, and glared at the ceiling.

'I hate math,' I finally concluded as I put my arm over my eyes.

"Pan?"

I rolled my eyes, but luckily mom didn't see because of my arm. "What," I said without sitting up or looking at her.

"Are you okay? You've been working on the math for quite a while now," my mom asked.

I smirked. Actually, I had been secretly talking to Marlene over the internet thanks to the Capsule Corp's new silent keyboard. I've been grounded from the computer for a week cuz when Uncle Goten came over one time, he looked at porn on my computer, left the screen up, and left the house. I didn't know cuz I was eating. Dad thought I was in my room so he went up and saw the website, and got reallly mad and grounded me, even though I told him I didn't do it. Oh well. It's only a week. Not like I've been following the grounding rules anyway.

"I'm fine mom," I answered.

"Is math hard?"

"No."

"Well that's good."

"Mmhmm..."

"What are you working on?"

Suddenly, my eyes popped open under my arm. I winced from the skin of my arm touching my eyes before quickly closing them again and concentrating. Someone's ki just shot up... but who's?

"Pan?"

It feels like a Briefs's member... maybe Bra? No... Bra's wasn't like this. You could tell it belonged to a male.

"Pan!"

I was snapped back to reality. "Graphing stuff," I answered before returning back to my concentration. It was probably Vegeta's... training in the gravitron again. I quickly lifted my arm and glanced at the clock. 6:34. Yeah, he tends to start training again at this point, usually after dinner.

"Oh," I heard my mom say. "Well, have fun."

"Mmhmm."

I heard her close the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, I sighed and turned over, looking at the door. 'Why is she always wondering what I'm doing?' I thought. 'Hm. Well, maybe it's because I'm grounded, and she doesn't wanna catch me. That's where being a Saiyan comes in handy... even though she has a low ki, I can sense her if she's coming close. That gives me plenty of time to minimize everything.' I smirked again, but then suddenly, I felt ANOTHER ki go up. And it wasn't Burro's.

"Bra?" I wondered outloud. Yes, that was Bra's, and Vegeta's was still up.

"Great," I mumbled. "They must be fighting." Somehow, I can tell when they're training and fighting verbally. And I knew they were fighting verbally.

I sighed and hovered off of my bed and picked up my phone. 'Better call them before they get much further,' I thought as I dialed Bra's phone number.

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"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS DAD, BUT YOU HAVE A BIG ONE!" I screeched. His eye twitched.

"WHY DON'T YOU SCREAM A LITTLE LOUDER, BRA! THE OTHER SIDE OF
THE UNIVERSE CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he roared.

I blinked, taking in these words, and decided to put them to good use. "I'M SORRY FATHER, I'LL SCREAM LOUDER JUST FOR YOU!" I yelled back, raising my voice at the last three words. I sometimes get amazed at how loud my voice is.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled back.

"RUN OUT OF GOOD COMEBACKS EH?!"

"WOULD YOU LIKE ANOTHER BRUISE ON YOUR BODY BRAT?! BECAUSE YOUR ABOUT TO GET ONE!"

Uh-oh.

Just as dad was about to uppercut me, the phone rang. I quickly dodged the assult and flew as fast as I could towards my room, grabbed my phone, and flew out the window. I could feel hot tears in my eyes beginning to form.

"Hello?" I croaked.

The other person hung up.

I smiled. I knew it was Pan. Her and I made this code thing - if we knew the other was in trouble with their family, we'd call them. But as soon as the other answered the phone, we'd hang up. The reason we'd hang up is because, for example, if my dad found out that it was Pan, he knew she'd do it on purpose cuz of her ki readings, and he'd fly over to her house to beat the crap outta her. So it's just for safety reasons I guess.

I sighed, looking at my surroundings. I guess I flew farther than I thought. I was now in a dense forest, pretty close to Capsule Corp. 'Not like I wanna go back there anytime soon,' I thought, grabbing my arms as a chilly gust of wind swept through. I looked back in the direction of the house briefly before flying farther into the woods.

Once I found a small clearing, I landed. It was actually pretty peaceful back here. I could use some peace after what's been going on lately.

For once I was actually happy. It seemed like nothing could go wrong back here. I never knew how much I would happy around nature.

A little bunny scurried off when it saw me and squirrels ran up the trees. I smiled at them. 'Furry animals are so cute.'

I noticed that the ground was clearing up back here, like many people had been back here before. I wouldn't blame them - who wouldn't venture back into harmonious woods like these? What could possibly go wrong back here?

And then I saw it.

White tents. Dirty clothes hanging off trees. Scraggy people walking around with no shoes on.

I couldn't help but stare. I had never really seen a homeless camp before. And I wish I hadn't. All my happy thoughts were draining away, studying this scene. It was horrible. How could people live like this?

I couldn't take it anymore.

I flew back away from the camp as fast as could, and once I was sure I was out of eyeshot, blasted off into the sky.

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So... tell me if you like it so far. I know it's different, but I think it might turn out okay. Leave a review or email me at samileaguecomputers.com . Please tell me if there's any punctuation errors or spelling errors too. I'll probably update every few days or so, and my chapters will be pretty long, so be prepared!