Disclaimer: Hey man, it don't belong to me.

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This would be the first chapter chapter of my remodeling of Vegeta's Difficulties, which I will probably rename. This is your introduction to Bra's character, inasmuch as I have taken liberty with it. I don't think that much was ever known about her in the first place, anyway.

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Chapter 1 – Past Event 01

--An eleven-year-old Bra Vegeta Briefs sat sullenly on the wooden bench positioned in a remote area of the Capsule Corporation's

extensive grounds. There was a sort of reunion celebration going on there. Bulma had arranged to have all of the Z-fighters come

over for a good time, unfortunately Bra wasn't having a good time. She seldom did anymore, she decided. A heavy body suddenly

deposited its weight on the bench beside her, causing it to buckle slightly.

"Wow, it sure is a nice day", said Son Gohan to Vegeta's daughter, his hand shading his eyes from the sun. Bra did not reply, only

scowling more deeply. Gohan turned to face her seriously.

"Bra, are you alright?" After receiving no response, he continued. "Bra, I'm concerned. I've noticed that your antisocial tendencies

have been far more pronounced than usual, you're always in a bad mood (you used to be such a cheerful girl), your temper has

skyrocketed. Do you want to talk about it?" Bra sighed.

"I don't know what's going on, Gohan. All I know is that I've experienced an upswing of aggression and violent behavior, and I'm

constantly in a state of frustration that I can't seem to shake, no matter what I try." Gohan smiled at the intelligent girl before him.

"I bet I know what's eating you", he stated with a grin. Bra looked up at him curiously.

"What do you think it is, Gohan?"

"If I know my heritage, I'd say it's a Saiyan thing." Bra looked at him in surprise.

"A Saiyan thing?"

"Yep. Bra, I think that this aggression is from not fighting. When I was a kid, and my mom wouldn't let me train, I was a mess."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's in our genes, Bra. We're all fighters, men and women alike." Bra was incredulous.

"Fighting? That's what this is all about?"

"That's my opinion, Bra" Gohan stated. "I suggest that you start training as soon as possible, before you blow up and hurt someone

accidentally. I imagine that you've got a lot of power building up in you. You don't utilize it at all." Bra became indignant.

"I fly sometimes, you know!" Gohan blinked.

"Really? Then you do know basic fighting?" Bra blushed.

"Not really. Flying is pretty much all I can do. I made Trunks show me when we were younger. What Mom doesn't know can't hurt

her." Gohan smiled at her.

"Wow, you're just the opposite of Goten! He only learned to fly after he'd already turned super saiyan!" Bra's eyes grew large.

"Weird", she said. Gohan laughed.

"Yeah. You know, I wouldn't worry about your mom finding out too much. My mom's changed quite a bit, you know. She's the one that

trained Goten."

"No way! Your mom trained Goten? I thought she hated martial arts!" Gohan raised an eyebrow.

"That would be kind of silly of her, considering she is a martial artist. After I was born, for a while she did sort of disown fighting. But

she changed, and I know your mom will come around too. You're her daughter and, as a Saiyan, you have your own needs, and she'll

respect that. It may take a while, I know she wants you to be a normal girl (she's said so often enough), but you're not normal, none

of us are, and she is aware of that. You just need to have a talk with her and get your brother to train you. I would never suggest

your father to a beginner. He beats the stuffing out of me whenever I'm foolish enough to take him up on his sparring offers." Bra

looked thoughtful, her scowl had disappeared.

"I don't want Mom to know yet. I can't ask Trunks to train me, because he'll tell Mom. I can't ask Dad for the same reason." Gohan

raised his eyebrows. "Neither of them can withstand the look", Bra told him, by way of explanation. "They spill their guts every time.

Well, most of the time. Trunks spills his every time." Gohan was amused.

"Well, you've got to have someone start training you-", Gohan began.

"I'll just have to make do for now", Bra cut him off. "I'll ask the boys for a few pointers and try to do it myself for the time being." She

gave him a look that brooked no argument. Gohan frowned.

"I can't stop you, Bra, but please reconsider. Let's at least meet up in a couple of months so that I can guage your progress." Bra

smiled a little.

"You're on."

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So that's it for now. Bit long, I suppose. Maybe not. Anyway, next chapter's another past event. You should review and junk. That is

all.

-Burp.