Happiness could once again be found in Eli's heart. It had been one full year since the Brutilia incident, and not one beakon of ki could be felt of Brutilia, Kira, Icer, or Frost. Eli's throat had healed completely and without problem. The only reminder of it's existence was a pale scar that ran from ear to ear, just under her jaw.
Chill was just as content as his big sister, if not more so. He acted as a true saiyan would in any situation. At any time Brutilia or the rest of his 'family' was mentioned, Chill would act as tough as a full grown warrior; swearing he would 'teach them all a lesson'.
Chill now looked to Eli as a hero; deserving of as much respect and admiration he could possibly bestow upon her. Eli would laugh this off saying "Go brown your nose somewhere else!" But, secretly, she enjoyed having someone look up to her.
The only thing Eli kept quiet about were the nightmares she sometimes had. Sometimes, she imagined she could still hear Brutilia screaming at her. She imagined she could still smell their dank basement. It gave her goosebumps just thinking about it. She would wake up on these occasional nights in a cold sweat, and she always repeated the same mantra to herself.
"It's over. He's gone."
More often then not, it made her feel calm again, and renewed in her confidence that Brutilia's shadow would never again darken her world.
Eli should've learned by now; Never say Never.