Chapter I

"AAAAGGHH!" he screamed in agonizing pain clutching his side. He crawled to a nearby bench.

Clenching his waste, he hoisted himself up onto the bench and began to look around. His vision was a little blurred, and there was a deep fog surrounding him, but from what he could see it looked as if he was at a park. The park seemed abandoned, like children haven't used it in years. He narrowed his eyes took look further. There were trees surrounding him everywhere he looked, it seemed as if they went on forever. Tall silhouettes shadowing the ground. There were so many trees that the sky was completely blacked out and most light was trapped through the branches. They were naked. No green leaves to cover them up. Wind howled and blew a bitter chill past the dying trees. Rusted swings creaked as the wind pushed them forward. This park was isolated by the outside world. He felt as if he was on another planet, though oddly enough, he couldn't remember how he even got there.

A distinct memory popped up in the back of his mind. The wonderful memories of his life in the past with his family; with his one true love. A tear falls finding its way out of his eye and wanders down his cheek. He began to close his eyes as a black figure in the distance walks closer. He couldn't make out the figures face but the voice... It sounded familiar.

"God… Why do you always have to get yourself into trouble?"

It was a female voice, shaky, yet sincere. He couldn't quite make out the voice. Before he knew it he had collapsed and everything went blank. The black figure soon blended in with the darkness of his mind as it wandered far, far away from the world and the woman who had found him.

"Wake up! Wake up!" the blue haired girl shook the man heavily.

"H-huh..?" he slowly asked, opening his eyes. He noticed his surroundings right away. He was at home,. Well one of the many places he liked to call his home. He looked around the room. The walls were painted an olive green color, and even though it was hard to come by during these times, the room was decorated quite well, although most of the furniture and decorations weren't of the same shade, or color, they somewhat matched.

He looked up toward the girl standing on the left side of the bed he was lying on. She had aqua blue eyes, which were now filled with concern for the man. Her hair was long and of a cerulean blue color. She was a short girl who stood about five feet, zero inches. This girl was well groomed for someone during these times, but he knew how this girl was. She was very high maintenance and hygienic. She wouldn't settle for anything less than how she looked right now.

The woman standing over him scrunched up her face, her eyes, which were once full of concern now filled with anger, "You're always doing this Goten" she put her hand on her hip, "always getting yourself into trouble!" she let out a sigh.

Goten smirked, "Because I know it's the only way I can get you to come to me".

The woman rolled her eyes, "Getting hurt? Ever hear of calling?"

He sat up from the bed he was laying on, "So cliché Bra'", he said smirking. He held onto his side as he had before looking down at it, "I see you've fixed up my wounds".

"Of course. You know I wouldn't let you suffer..." she looked up at him, her eyes softening, once again full of worriment, "What happened this time?".

Goten clenched his side trying to remember what had happened to him, "I was heading toward that old abandoned fire house, ya' know… Where I used to meet up with everyone else", he stood up making his way towards mirror and looking at what had been an open wound not even 24 hours ago, but was now a scar.

"Her powers are getting weaker", he thought.

Bra was getting impatient, "So get on with the story, Goten."

"They tracked me down. Your father is getting stronger Bra", he looked at her, "And you're becoming weaker every time he finds me".

She scoffed, "Me? Weak? No. I don't think so."

"Bra, look at this wound. You've never left a scar", he lifted up his shirt revealing the eyesore of a scar, "At least not this big".

"I'm not a healer, Goten! What do you expect from me? My power is evil, not good. I can't do much, just be happy that I did that as well as I could without being tracked by some demon that would take you or me to my father!"

Goten shook his head again looking at Bra. Never would it have crossed his mind that she would be the spawn of a demon. Let alone the daughter of Vegeta; king of the underworld. She just looked normal. If anything, she looked angelic, not demonic. There had to be a twist to something about her that they both didn't know. He sat down and patted the side of the bed next to him for her to sit.

Bra sat where he had patted, "I just wish you would stop being out in the open like that Goten" she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Bra I can't, and you know that. This world has come to an end since your father came about. He's gotta be stopped", he pulled away from her standing up. He placed both of his hands on her cheeks lifting her face up to his, "I don't understand why you don't do anything to stop him. We could train your power Bra, make it stronger than his… you and me together could end this insanity"

She looked away from him, "It's not that easy Goten. He's a full bled demon. I'm half. There's no competition between us. He'd kill us in one shot, he'd have no problem killing me let alone you."

"Bra, you don't even know—"

"Goten, I know what he's capable of! I've seen him kill thousands of people! I don't want one of the next people he kills to be you".

This time it was Goten's turn to scoff, "Your father will never get the chance to kill me. I'll die with old age before I ever let him get his hands on me".

"Says the guy who gets rescued by me whenever he's hurt!" she gasped at her words, covering her mouth. She doesn't like to speak to him like that. She hates making him angry. He'll sometimes go weeks without talking to her after being angry with her. Especially with a remark like that.

"I didn't mean that…" she began.

Goten raised an eyebrow at the blue haired girl, smirking, "Alright then. Don't help me. I don't need you Bra", he grabbed his bag that was on the floor at the end of the bed. "I won't be coming back after this. Take care B', don't let your father get his hands on you".

"Goten, wait!" she got up from her seat quickly, but the door slammed shut behind him. She ran after him, but right as she opened the door he transported away to somewhere else. Bra sighed, praying for his safety in her mind.

"You're always doing this. Just please stay safe and come back." She closed the door behind her and locked it. "I don't know why you're always leaving me. The barrier around the house keeps us both safe. Ever since you met those friends of yours to overthrow my father you haven't been the same."

She sat on the bed dangling her feet off the side. She clenched her body as her tears flowed down her eyes. She was felt just as bad for everyone else as he did about the world being like this, but she knew something he did not. Once he succeeds in overthrowing her father she gets banished to the underworld as well. She didn't want to leave him. She was happy on Earth with him, even though the Earth was in the drastic state it was in. "Every day he's one step closer to saving the world." She let out a sigh, maybe she was being selfish.

"Once he succeeds he can never see me again." She laid her head down on the pillow. She didn't want to seem selfish, but she just couldn't go back to that horrible life she used to live before meeting him. She never once spoke a word of this to Goten. He knew nothing of her vicious beatings and the horrible treatment she got from her own father, nor did he know that once he defeats her father she'd have to go back to that dark place that she wanted nothing to do with.