I do not own DBZ or anything like that. So now I have decided to combine Chapters One and Two. After reviewing my post It just didn't look right and it seems to flow better this way.

MisUnderstood

Chapter 1

Bura was on the balcony of her bedroom going through her routine of stretches with her ballet barre when she heard her mother's voice over the intercom demanding her attention. The people the city would be blessed to hear her voice but for her, it was nothing but an annoyance. "It was the first day of summer vacation and like clockwork here she is, for the past three years since I was thirteen years old.", she mumbled to herself stopping her stretches to place wireless earbuds in her ears and after choosing a playlist from her wristband she went back to her barre routine.

Every summer she would force her to study to be the future VP of Engineering or her father would force her to train, but this summer she was finally old enough to apply and be accepted to the renowned Satan City Master School of Dance's junior summer program. "I will be Principal Dancer of that school.", she thought to herself, "I just need to wait for the right time to tell them. They had molded my brother into the perfect son; strong, smart, witty, and to top it off, some found him to be a genetic marvel. He is their trophy son, the heir to the Capsule Corps empire. The GQ savior of the world, even though Goku is the real hero my parents still see him as a hero. I am not like them. I am not a fighter or scientist. My love is for all thing dance.". She was allowed to take ballet classes because "...that's what little girls do", but when she turned thirteen the, "fun hobbies that get you nowhere in life...", had to go.

"Bura!", Bulma called out as she stepped into her daughter's empty room. Taking in a quick scan of the room she noticed the open french bay doors leading out to the balcony and began towards that direction. "Bura, I know you hear me! Go train with your father now. He is waiting for you in the gravity chamber.", she yelled storming onto the balcony. Bulma stared at her in slight annoyance before grabbing one of the earbuds out, demanding her daughter's attention. "You need to train with your father. The schedule is the same as the past three summers. During the weekdays you are either with me or your father, and today it's the latter of the two. Your hobbies can wait when you have free time and that time is not now. Priorities come first, now get changed and go meet with Vegeta.", she said in a stern voice.

"No.", Bura replied staring back at her mother with the same intensity before snatching her earbud back and continuing with her stretches.

Bulma's face flushed with an angry red. She reached over pulling the teen's wristband off and stomping into the ground. "I am sick of the attitude missy!".

"I can't take this anymore." Bura spun around to face her mother eye to eye. "You know what mother? I am sick of this. I don't want to train with him or you for that matter so I am not going to," she exclaimed in a low growl with her fist clenched at her side. "I can not fucking...", she spat out before being cut short when her mother's hand made contact with her face. "I can't believe you hit me," She said softly placing a hand over her reddened cheek, still in shock. "I can't believe..", Bura's power level rose with her anger. "...You fucking hit me." She raised her hand in retaliation but was stop by the familiar raspy voice of her father.

"Do it and see what happens." He roared landing next to his wife with arms crossed over his chest. "You can't believe?! I can't believe you were trying to hit your mother."

Bura mimicking her father stance with a smirk only the daughter of Vegeta could give, "I wasn't going to try, father. I was going to follow through." The words rolled out of her mouth before she could really think about them. She was too angry, too fed up with how she was treated.

In an instant Vegeta was upon her, face red with fury, grabbing her arms firmly and lifting her up only centimeters away from his face. "You need to calm yourself down."

Bura struggled hopelessly against her father's grip as tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. "NO! How can I if you won't leave me the hell alone." She stared at him, brows drawn down together in anger, "Now, get the fuck off of me."

Vegeta's grip tightened as he gazed upon his daughter in shock. "The woman said these 'Hormonal changes' would cause attitude." he thought, "But this, this is just unacceptable. When did she get so out of hand? How dare she speak to me like that and raise a hand to her mother." His grip grew even tighter causing the girl to cry out in protest.

"Ge-the Fuck off me."

A low growl was his only response as took to the sky dragging his daughter behind him by her wrist. They only flew a short distance before landing in front of the gravity chamber. Keeping a grip on his daughter he proceeded to use his free hand to unlock and open the large door to the chamber. Vegeta then turned to his daughter, looking directly into her eyes, "Am I not your father?" he asked.

She stared at him nervously with, still, watery eyes. "Yes..."

"Ok then," he said, effortlessly tossing Bura inside. Vegeta wasted no time as quickly moved inside over to the control panel, locking the door behind him. Vegeta glared at his daughter from across the room. "Stand Up," he demanded in an angry tone. "You speak as if you are so strong. Show me this strength yet to be seen by anyone." He looked back down at the panel and began input information. "Three summers of training and you are only at 3x earth's gravity," he chuckled, "Your brother was able to start 10x the gravity at a much younger age."

"I am not my brother! I am you or my mother and the faster you get that through your head. The faster you'll understand that I. Am. Not! Fucking training with you anymore! One more month and I'm out of here."

"You will learn." Red warning lights began to flash as a female Bot voice began to speak, "Warning! Warning! Gravity Chamber now active. Warning! Warning! Gravity Chamber now active. Gravity Increase Times Ten. Warning! Warning!" Vegeta watched as his daughter body struggled against the change of gravity. He entered his fighting stance, "Let's begin." Vegeta sprinted towards the immobile girl, landing a kick on the right side of her abdomen launching the girl straight into the wall. "Stand up and fight," he said using her hair to pull her to her feet and off the ground. Bura held on to Vegeta's wrist to take the strain of her hair as tears began to fall from her eyes. "Whats wrong child," he chuckled, "You're willing to hit your mother but not me?" He punched her straight in the gut. "Speechless now are we?" Only gasps of pain could escape her lips. She couldn't fight him off, she wasn't strong enough. "Where is this attitude now girl!" He went to land another punch to her abdomen but Bura had managed to land a kick of her own, right in between of his legs. Anger flashed in his eyes even though a sense of pride flickered in his heart. "I am sick of your attitude!"

"And... I am sick of you." She spat out as blood trickled from her mouth.

Vegeta tossed Bura down to the ground where she just whimpered in pain. He flew back over to the controls and ended training process and opened the door. Vegeta stood at the threshold before exiting, "So be it, but when you are in trouble do not ask for my help or your brother's. Do not speak to your mother or ever raise a hand to her like that again." And with that Vegeta left her lying there on the gravity chamber's floor.

"I just wanted to be me, to be myself, but there is no understanding. There is no want or care to know me. Not from my father, which isn't surprising, but my mother she didn't care either. To them, I am just another copy, a mirror image. Sometimes, I wonder if he really can't see me and does she know. Although none of that matters, because they can't break me. I have more will then my brother and I want to please no one but myself."

*X*

"It's only been five days. How could she do this to me? "What a great idea mother. Let's have a Summer BBQ Bash and invite all the family friends so my daughter can dress like a nun! I have nothing to wear, my arms and stomach and back are covered in bruises." She sighed in defeat, "I need a shower."

"Hey, Bulma, thanks for the invite. Alright people, now that the Krillster is in the house, let's get this party started." Krillin shouted jokingly.

"Oh, still the same old Krillin," Bulma said hugging her way through the crowd of friends.

"Umm, Mrs. Bulma," Marron squeaked at Bulma. "Is Bura coming?"

"Of course she is dear, she's probably dancing up in her room. I'll send Trunks up to get her." Bulma turned her attention to her eldest child, calling out through the crowd of people, "Trunks dear, run up and get your sister. Tell her it's time for the party."

"I'm surprised Vegeta made it here before her," Yamcha said in between bites "Looks like she leaning more toward Vegeta's side than your's Bulma."

"Trust me, she is on no one's side." A small chuckle broke out between the group of old friends.

Trunks almost made it to the door before running into Goten, "Oh hey, Goten." Goten instantly rolled his eyes at his friend's tone. "I'm going to need you to go get Bura for me. My mom said she might be in her room so I would go there first. I just can't be bothered with her right now."

"Dude, she can't be that bad. It's just because of your age gap. Dude, It's a fucking fourteen year age gap." Goten said patting his friend's back. "Plus, you still live with your mommy and daddy."

"Hey, I had my complex built onto Capsule Corps so technically I don't."

"Well, technically you do." He interrupted with a laugh.

"Dude, shut up and go get her before I tell your 'Wifey' about our Taco Tuesday's." Trunks laughed in return pushing Goten into the house.

"You wouldn't," He gasped, sarcasm written all over his expression.

"Oh sir, You should know me better by know." Trunks grinned in delight and the door hissed closed.

Bura stood in just her robe staring at herself in the mirror examining all her bruises. They seemed to stand out on her pale moon-kissed skin. She was curvy like her mother but her frame was smaller. She ran her hand along one of the larger tender bruises. "At least he didn't hit me in the face."

Goten grabbed the girl by her shoulder and spun her around. "At least WHO didn't hit you in the face?"

"I'm NAKED, Goten. Ever hear of knocking," Bura screamed wrapping her robe around herself as she pulled away from him.

"Who hit you? Your boyfriend? What's his name? I'm a kill the bitch."

"Goten, stop. It wasn't a boyfriend. It's not what you think...," she paused a little too long, "It's just from training too hard." Bura turned to her closet and snatched out a crop top and jean shorts. "Let me get dressed."

"You're lying Bura. I mean if you want to use that as an excuse why don't you really train? At least with Trunks so things like this won't happen to you."

"Goten, just drop it," she said slamming her bathroom door close. Bura dressed quietly, "Who are you to barge in my space acting so concerned. You are my brother's friend, not mine." She leaned up against the door relaxing her head back releasing a soft sigh.

"What is wrong with this chick. Who the fuck lets that type of thing happen to them. I wonder if Trunks knows about this. Ya know, you're the spitting image of your mother but you sure aren't smart like she is." Goten could not say the last word any sooner as the bathroom door flung open and in a blur, Bura slapped him across his face.

Bura glared directly into his eye. He had never seen her so angry before. "You! You don't know anything about me. Now get out of my room." she screamed at him holding back the tears in her eye.

Goten just stared at her blankly, "If that was your hardest then you really need to train brat."

Bura began to try and push him out of her room demanding that he, "Get out!" but she wasn't able to him move an inch.

"See brat," Goten said as he turned around heading to the door. "Oh, and before I leave your mother sent for you. So if that's all you're wearing, let's go." He made his way down the hallway with Bura not to far behind. Once they reached the back door, Goten glance over his shoulder at her, "Too bad you don't buy real clothes." Goten then walked outside to rejoin his friends.

"Jerk" She stepped out of the door and it almost seemed instant. All eyes were on her body and not for the usual reason. She brushed off all the whispers and waved graciously to the guest before making a retreat to the far corner of the lawn, opposite of her father.

Pan and Marron were the first ones over to dig for information. "Bura, umm... what's all this?" Marron said poking her tender spots "Like, I mean who is this? You must have really pissed him off."

"Why is it always a guy with you, Marron. It could have been a girl for all we know," Pan said with a slight giggle.

"OMG are you guys like hard for each other. I mean, like, did she piss you off and you had to rough her up in bed in a little more than usual." Marron rambled on with her imagination before feeling Pan tug at her sleeve. "Oh. Hi, Mr. Bulma. Did you hear Pan roughed up her secret lover Bura."

Pan immediately jump up smacking marron in the back of they head, "Sorry , Vegeta we were just about to leave." Pan took Marron's hand and they both headed back to the BBQ.

"What is she playing at by dressing like that?" Bura remained seated as she played with blades of grass not acknowledge her father's presence. He stood there for awhile waiting for her to look up at him. "Why did you come out here dressed like that? What are you trying to pull?"

"What am I trying to pull?" She leaned back onto her hand to really expose her midriff. "Why do you care? Are you ashamed of what you did or are you afraid of what people will think of me, Vegeta's daughter."

Vegeta quickly scooped her up and took off into the sky before he ruined his wife's party. They flew for what seemed like forever. Bura even began to fall to sleep in her father's embrace, until they landed and he dropped her to the ground. "Now, tell me what is your problem, girl?"

"Ya know, BOY! It must be you because the only time I have a problem is when you're around,"said Bura as she stood up from the ground dusting herself off. "Why can't I express myself without you getting your panties all in a bunch?"

Vegeta would not verbally answer her childish question but he would respond physically. He dashed forward striking her with his fist on the right side of her abdomen again, only to break a few ribs this time. She collapsed to the ground whimpered out in pure agony. "You're pathetic," Vegeta fired a small ki blast at the girl's leg. "You can not be a child of mine. The woman must have had another round of Yamcha to conceive a thing such as yourself." Vegeta watched her cry and her weak body shudder with pain. "Disgusting," he said taking off into the evening sky, leaving her once again to learn a lesson she was never taught.

When Vegeta finally returned home almost everyone had gone but Goten, Pan, and Marron. He made his way straight to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. "Trunks! Goten! I said out of my- oh, Vegeta." Bulma wrapped her arms around him tightly laying her head on his back. "So, how did it go?" Vegeta felt at ease in her embrace. He turned around to his wife after pouring himself a glass of Bourbon. "Not well I take it. I'll go talk to her," she said releasing him of his drink to take a few sips for herself. "I'm going to need this." Bulma didn't have time to turn and leave the room afore Vegeta seized her wrist and proceeded to down the rest of the glass. She could tell something was not right and something was going on within her husband, "Vegeta?".

"You can't do that right now," was all he replied before reaching around grabbing the entire bottle of Bourbon and taking a swig. "Come to bed." The Prince went to kiss his wife but she rejected him, jerking away from him.

"What do you mean I CAN NOT talk to her?" Bulma said poking him in the chest. "What did you do to my daughter Vegeta?"

"That's right your daughter!" he spat out, angerly grasping her hand. "You will speak with your child tomorrow. Right now, I need you." Vegeta led Bulma up to their bedroom chugging down the bottle along the way.

"What happened? Vegeta, she is not as strong as Trunks."

"Or as smart," he replied snarkily.

Bulma face flushed with anger, "I am serious Vegeta! What happened and why don't you want me talking to her?"

"I am done with her," Vegeta said stripping down to nothing. "Now come shower. You smell like that buffoon." He proceeded to the bathroom and started the shower. Bulma followed suit.

"She is your daughter, Vegeta. Your flesh and blood." Bulma began to undress, "I know she is hard to deal with but you just can't give up on her." She rubbed her hands along his back.

Vegeta laughed to himself, "Daughter? No, that is your mistake. Now come, you will speak with her tomorrow." He said, taking his wife's hand and guiding her into the shower.

Bulma smoothed the sponge over her husband's back. "You can not just abandon her. You can't do that to your daughter. No matter what Vegeta, you need to be there for her. This is the most dramatic stage in a young girls life and she will need guidance from both her parents. A father is very important in a girls life you teach her things that I can't about the world."

Vegeta turned to face his wife, "Enough." He pushed her body up against the shower wall and kissed her passionately. Bulma's body became hot with desire as their tounges explored each others' mouths. He suckled and nibbled his way down to her breast taking the other in his hand and twirling her nipple between his fingers. She arched her back slightly, rubbing her hand through his thick dark mane.

"Vegeta," she moaned out between breaths cheeks flushed with desire. Vegeta's mouth moved over to the next breast while his hand moved down between her legs. He lightly brushed over her spot in circular motions causing her hips to thrust forward as she moaned out longingly. He quickly picked her up wrapping her legs around him and entering her in one swift movement. He carried her like that from the shower to the bed. Their soaked bodies formed together in perfect rhythm til the early morning.

Vegeta rolled over staring at the bedside clock unable to sleep. He had expected Bura to return home long ago. "It was 4am in the morning. Why is she with him?"

*X*

Bura made her way to her brother's penthouse deep in the heart of West city. It was the only place she knew she could be alone. With here body battered and beaten it took her longer than it should of to reach her destination. "He left me..," she whispered as a few tears escaped from her eyes landing on the balcony of her brother's sleep over pad. She stumbled through the doors accidentally barging in on her brother's best friend's, brother and some girl he had spread out over the edge of the bed. They all stopped and stared at each other in utter shock. "I'm sorry," she spoke in a hushed tone as she quickly limped her way out of the room and down the hall to an empty bedroom.

Gohan dismounted from his position and began to get dressed as he peered off in the in the direction of the young Saiyan. "I'm sorry you have to go now," he said tossing the young brunette her dress. The naked women looked at him questionably. "Go on and see yourself out. I'll call you." The brunette dressed quickly and stormed from the apartment. Gohan walked down the hall to the second bedroom, knocking on the door. "Bura, you don't have to open the door. Just come to the kitchen when your done cleaning up. I'll make us something."

"I'm sorry Pan." Bura took a long shower not completely believing what she had just seen. "Why does it he want to talk? I can't tell her what I have seen." Bura was interrupted mid-thought by a sharp pain in her side bringing back painful memories from earlier that day, "I can't forgive you." It had been two hours she spent in the room hoping he had gone but she could no long hold the hunger back. She threw on a robe and when she finally made her way to the kitchen she was surprisingly greeted by a complete breakfast spread and Gohan patiently awaiting her arrival.

"Ummm, this is my favorite melody. Do you fancy classical music," he said taking a sip from his tea. She gave no reply as she contemplated on going back. "I was beginning to think you would never come out from that room. Bura, I thought I was going to have to come in after you. Well, I'm just glad you're here now." He motioned her to the sit across from him, "Please take a seat Bura, eat."

Stunningly, Bura did as she was told not taking her eye off of the food. Something told her to decline but she still hadn't eaten today and the food was just too tempting. She could feel him burning holes through her but she did not look up at him the entire time she ate, "What does he want from me?"

He sat there for fifteen minutes glaring stoned faced at her, in complete silence. Gohan's agitation grew as each minute passed until he reached his peak. "Look at me damn it," he growled, slamming his fist down onto the table simultaneously.

Bura jumped back and stared at him in pure shock. "I'm sorry Mr. Son, I.. I had no idea you would be here. I didn't mean to interrupt. I mean I didn't see anything," she floundered not knowing the right thing to say. Gohan slowly stood before walking over until he was standing behind her. "This isn't right," a small voice screamed in the back of her mind.

"Relax," he laughed as he began massaging her shoulders. "So, which is it? You didn't mean to interrupt or you didn't see anything?"

Her small frame tensed under his touch. "Honestly Gohan, I didn't know you were here."

"I much rather you didn't see anything." Gohan grabbed a hand full of her seafoam blue locs. He harshly pulling down causing her head to bow back against his body so that she was now looking up at him. "Right, Bura," he looked down at her as if she was his prey.

It took Bura a moment to snap out of it as she gazed upon this character she had never seen before, "Who are you." When she finally came too she began to lash out, reaching up and digging her nails into his wrist. "Get the fuck off me," she screamed.

Gohan pushed his hand into the side of her body where he had seen the larger bruises from earlier causing her to cry out in pain, "Quiet down now, I don't like screaming." He leaned down covering her mouth with his, muffling her cries. He released the girl, pushing her back up into position. "Why are you trying to seduce me," said Gohan he laughed as he moved across the room. "Now listen here Bura, whether you saw anything thing or not, who do think they are going to believe? Me, Gohan," he continued to laugh, "Or you, the troubled teen who ran way to her brother's penthouse. By the way, both your brother and my wife know I am staying here for business. What is your excuse? To seduce me. To get back at your father because that's what you told me mid-assault. You kissed me first and just would not stop coming on to me. So, I had to lock myself away from you. No one will think differently of whatever I decided to say." He stopped as he was just about to leave the kitchen, "I will be heading out soon. I hope you're gone by the time I return from work. Enjoy the rest of breakfast."

Bura sat in the chair with an array of emotions running through her mind. "What the fuck happened? What did he ...just do? How dare he... Fuck you Gohan, I'm going to destroy you."

By the time Bura had reached her bed the sun had already fully risen, its warm glow illuminating the morning horizon. She just laid there staring at the ceiling, replay the events from earlier.

"Bura, are you awake? May I come in?" a warm voice called from outside of her door.

Bura bounced up from her trance, "Come in."

Bulma entered the room with Vegeta nowhere to be found. She took a seat next to her daughter on the bed. "OK, Bura lets just get straight to the point here. Lately, you have been unbelievably disrespectful towards your father and me, and we won't stand for it anymore. So let's try to get to the root of the problem. Bura, what's going on with you?"

"I am into much pain for any more bullshit... I can't seem to understand what you two don't? I have been saying this over and over but you guys don't ever seem to listen to me."

"Listen to yourself Bura, your lashing out again. No matter how calm we speak to you, you seem to start attacking us with a barrage of verbal assaults," Bulma said placing her hand atop of her daughters in a calming manner. "Please honey, take a deep breath and express yourself without the verbal abuse and maybe we can focus on why your upset."

Bura snatched her hand away from her mothers and slung open the side of her robe she still donned from earlier that morning, exposing the deep reddish-purple bruises. "Well, here it is if you missed it at the barbecue. There is more, here and there and here. These are the fresh ones. So now, maybe I'll stop verbally abusing you when you stop having your husband beat the shit out me. That sounds fair to me," she said closing her robe back up. "Oh, and I don't ever want to work for Capsule Corps unless you are opening a ballet school. Why, do you ask. Well, because that's what I love and that is what I will be doing as my career. I got accepted to the Summer Junior Dance Camp in Satan City. I have to go, mother, all the best dancers go there before they make it big,' she rambled off point. "So, therefore, training with you and being Vegeta's punching bag is no longer a priority and to be honest it won't be a hobby either."

"I am sorry honey but you need some form of discipline but I understand and you are free to do what you will." Bulma reached over lightly hugging her daughter and kissing her atop of her forehead, "I am sorry it took us this long to recognize you. I'll see you at breakfast, Love you." She stood and proceed to retreat from the room.

"Thank you, mom. Love you too."

*X*

There was peace for two weeks, no fighting between mother and daughter just complete understanding and a new found respect for one another. It was now the evening before Bura's summer departure off to Satan City. Bulma had thrown another large gathering of family and friends, old and new. Everyone enjoyed themselves from day into the evening. Pan and Bura had been inseparable all night. Gohan was acting completely normal as if nothing had happened between them and Buras' bruises were almost completely healed. Everything would have been perfect if Vegeta would have shown up. Since that evening he has not spoken, not one word to her. No matter how much she begged her husband he was not going to give in. Bulma felt as if he was waiting for an apology.

Bulma walked across the stage grabbing the microphone, "UmHum. Excuse me everyone, but as the party draws close to an end, I would like to thank everyone for showing up. It really means a lot to have so many honest, loyal, and loving friends, I thank you all. Now for the star of the evening, I have a special gift for you." She pushed a little button on her wristband and that when two bots hovered out carrying a chest on a silver platter. Bulma unlatched the chest and it slowly creaked open. "Bura you get a... WISH ON THE DRAGON BALLS!"

Bura giggled with excitement as Pan immediately asked what she was going to wish for, "It's a secret."

"Ok now go take these somewhere else so can call upon Shenron without alerting the whole city," Bulma spoke again.

"OK, I'm going to go do that right now. Thanks, mom. Love you." Bura snatched up the chest and zipped off into the sky headed no specific direction. She flew for a short time before stopping at the first deserted island she had seen. Placing the open chest down on the ground and raising her hands to the sky in excitement, because this is her first time seeing him summoned. "Shenron arises," she yelled into the evening sky.

The sky turned black as a brilliant light shined up to the sky in a fascinating pattern that decorating the blackened canvas. "It's beautiful," she said gazing upon the masterpiece spread athwart the heavens. As Shenron appeared a deep roar shook the ground beneath her, "You have disturbed me from my slumber, now speak your first wish."

"Shenron, I wish to keep my mother and our genetic bound but.."

"Hurry and speak your wish," the giant dragon roared.

"I wish to be full Saiyan-jin without losing genetic bond to my mother and that is the only wish I want to make. However you can do it Great Shenron, please grant my wish," Bura replied hastily. Sharon's eyes began to glow brightly as an unseeable force crushed into her chest. Her unconscious body fell to the ground as she convulsed gasping for air.

"It is done."

Revamped Chapter hope you liked... more to come. :)