A Part of Me: Chapter 1: Prologue
A/N: Yes I'm trying again for a third time to write a good Broly/Bra story that everyone likes. Shorter than the others as to not but its still a good one. Let me know if you like it.
A/U: Where Broly wasn't awakened by Goten and Trunks but discovered much later frozen but his resurrection has been harried by a mortal blow and finds himself weak. All alone and with nothing but revenge still burning he pushes himself to return to greatness but sometimes revenge can be put to the side by a woman. One that he has never seen or experienced.
He was born the most powerful sayjin in history, the universe had never born witness to his strength and nothing was going to stop him until he claimed his revenge against those that he denied his glory and birthright.
Broly's body was still screaming in agony as he pulled himself from the table, the sniveling humans had left him alone again but they would be back. He grit his teeth, breathing heavily as he struggled even just sit upright, the pain tearing from his stomach was just as unbearable as when he had nearly died at Kakarot's hands. He'd only awoken two days ago on the planet of his greatest enemy. In the back of his mind, seared forever with the memory of his defeat as he had underestimated him! A screaming, whining no good for nothing bastard sayjin whose very face visage made his eyes go red. It was an insult to his pride and honor as the greatest sayjin warrior to ever be born to be defeated by him. It made him scream and rage in his mind, that was what made him push himself up from the steel examining table.
He blinked the sweat from his eyes, squinting as he tried to undo the vertigo from being upright. Bracing his hands on the edge of the table his senses slowly going to full alert anticipating that any second those fools would come blasting into the room to strike him down.
It never came, though fortunately. His knuckles going white as he felt so weak, his ki was in disarray. He couldn't even form any of his energy no matter how much he focused. Even the power of his legendary transformation had vanished completely he was completely weak and pathetic.
His sensitive hearing picked up noises from outside the room he was in. There was laughter right outside. He recognized one voice but the second he wasn't able to place. The doctor who had 'saved' him was just outside the damn fool. The doctor made a mockery out of Broly claiming all the great things he had achieved by rescuing him from an imprisoned icy hell. Reviving him from the dead like it was some great thing!
His attention diverted for a second his grip faltered and he couldn't even react as his arm gave out and he fell off the table and slammed face first into the floor of the room. Rolling to his back, he hissed in pain as he grabbed his face and squeezed his eyes hut, the embarrassment stinging more than the physical pain. It was completely disgraceful for a legendary warrior to be distracted. If his enemies had struck him in that moment, he would have been dead. He rolled back to his knees and on willpower alone, straining through his muscles he painfully managed to get to his feet.
Taking a deep breath to soothe his lungs, he clenched his teeth together and clenched his hands at his sides. He tried to summon up his energy and destroy the bastard but he was empty. All of his power had seemingly left him. He grimaced unable to stomach this show of weakness that he was doing before slowly with wobbling legs walked towards the doors control panel. He couldn't keep the scowl off his face as just how he was unable to draw upon his own strength.
Looking back towards the bed his mind remembered the distracting laughter just outside he had heard and his scowl deepened even more. These damn humans were insufferable, but unfortunately he was completely reliant upon them. He pushed the door to the control panel to open, he had to find.
He had a doctor to visit…
[***]
Bra placed her hands on her hips, while squeezing her brand new phone in her other hand wishing that she was tearing Trunks neck off his head instead.
"Are you denying it?"
"I never said otherwise."
Bra exhaled through her nose in mild anger and frustration, she began to pace in her messy study room while not trying to trip over all the other complied papers and books she had been through. "Look here brother, I have things to do! I have made plans for my summer already, and I just can't cancel everything all because of this!"
Trunks was in his office rolled his eyes at annoyance, his little sister was just as stubborn as her dad. "Yeah, your plans are what I'm concerned about right. Even though I'm still working under mom as VP I still manage to maintain proper grades."
Bra growled audibly through the phone. "Puh-leeze! You hardly do any real work! Mom has run that ship for over ten years without you, your just window dressing because no one in their right mind would've dared fail Bulma Brief's baby boy."
"As if, I know how to at least pass graduate level programs sis!" Not mentioning that he really wasn't even working now, his mother had his day already planned out for what he needed and he had done most of his work up until lunch in less than forty-five minutes. He leaned back in his chair rubbing his temples. "Just because I'm not at home there doesn't mean that you get to act like a spoiled princess, if it wasn't for dad scaring the hell out of your freshman teachers you might not have made it out of college."
"The only one whose spoiled is the one I'm dealing with right on the other end of the phone!" Bra shrieked making Trunks sensitive hearing wince on the other end. "Don't bother calling me again I'm done talking to you!"
"Mom's already made the decision and dad agreed so don't bother running-" The audible dead tone of a disconnected phone line rang in his ears. His sister still hadn't really grown up yet, more a part of one very over protective father who barely let his baby girl be seen with a boy and his half sayjin blood wasn't helping matters.
Vegeta was scowling as he walked down his home, he had heard his daughter's banshee shriek a gift from her mother as he had finished a gravity session at 400 times gravity. His daughter had taken both of the strong headed nature of him and his wife. She always shad a responded on her tongue whenever anyone tried to talk to her. Well except for him, he smirked to himself as Bra and Bulma had legendary screaming matches as she grew up. Bulma said it was adolescence and a spoiled childhood, not that she wasn't guilty of it as well but she refused to let her daughter run amok. Only he had ever dared raise his voice to Bulma in all his time on earth and were it not for her being his very blood he tolerated her disrespect, to a point. If she hadn't been his seed he was certain he'd have ripped her head off by now not that he didn't care about his daughter she just had become more and more, like me.
He paused in the doorway of her study room, scanning around the room before finally settling on her. Bra had her back to him while she seethed at her phone. His eyes looking over her body making sure that she hadn't accidently harmed herself in her anger as she was still obviously upset by talking with his son. Trunks had been more of problem child in his first few years of growing up but had smoothed out after Buu becoming more responsible and attentive to what he had to do, death had that effect on people. He knew that first hand.
"That bastard!" She yelled angrily, unaware that her father the prince of all syajins was standing in the doorway. "He can't ruin my plans! I'll just talk to mom and dad, they'll understand it was just an accident." She tossed her phone to her bed where it bounced and hit the wall glaring at it the whole time.
"Daughter."
Startled, Bra spun around towards the voice, her breath hitched momentarily catching in the back of her throat as she was caught off guard by her dad. He had a white towel hanging from around his neck, the hard work out sweat still shiny from his chiseled chest. His hands clenched at his sides slightly annoyed at her lack of her reaction to his presence earlier.
"Dad!" She exclaimed breathing again, as she put her hand over her heart hearing the audible beating wondering just how much of that conversation he had heard. She saw him scowl when she called him that name. Bra took another breath, studying him. "What do you need?"
"What we're arguing with your brother about? I heard you screaming across the building." He growled, and she frowned. Bra straightened herself and motioned for him to come over.
"He's being a complete jackass for one! Second all my work has been a waste!" She said as her dad stopped beside her, her table was covered in numerous notes and pages with idle scribbles and problems addressed across them.
"You both are jackasses at times, and yes your work has been a waste its entirely off." Her father sneered as he picked up a sheet from her desk. She made a simple error screwing up the entire equation meaning that this entire section had been a waste of her effort. He noted other papers having similar flaws just at a glance. "Bra stop being an idiot, you've made far too many miscalculations in your work, are you trying to fail at this simple school?" His distaste for his daughters failing evident in his tone but he kept his fury lowered.
"I'm sorry, there's just so much information I can't process it like you and mom can. I've never been pushed in academics so hard and its frying me." Her frown deepened as she noted the scowl on her father's face as he found another error in her work. "I know I'm disappointing you." She bowed her head as Vegeta turned his attention to her his scowl fading to a solid neutral expression.
"Academics I don't give a damn about. That's your mother's garbage not that it isn't a joke for me." He reached up and placed a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Raise your head, you are a sayjin not a weak minded human you will get stronger or smarter whatever it requires. That is what we do."
"Thanks dad." She said embracing him silently ticking off a mental check box in her head that she would beat her brother before he could ruin her summer.
"Hn." Was his only response not returning the show of affection, he would hold his family but rarely would he hug them back. That sentimental shit was enough to deal with his wife he didn't need to start handing it out to his daughter.
"Was there anything you wanted to talk to me about dad? I know you didn't just stop by here to check up on me screaming at my brother." She stepped back a little when she noticed the various looks her dad was giving her room. His wasn't one for messes, he was more orderly than she would've ever pegged him for. Then again he only had clothes a room and a gravity chamber most of the time.
"I had one but you will immediately clean this shit hole up. I don't want my daughter to be wallowing in filth by her own choice!" He shouted watching as his daughter nodded her head. "Second once that is done you will do your customary bag packing. Your mother has requested that you be leaving for a summer schooling session." Watching her smile falter in shock he couldn't help the smirk on his face. "I had thought to tell her otherwise but clearly with all the mistakes your making with such basic problems it's clear that your mother wasn't wrong. Now you have a day to get it done." He spun on his heel while Bra's jaw fell open in complete shock.
"Wait! Wait can we-" She started as her father's head snapped back at her his glare that all but challenged her to tell him otherwise. She had back talked him once before five years ago she never would again, her bottom hadn't been right for a week after he finished spanking her. "You're right…" She mumbled doing her best to hide her displeasure but failing.
"The prince of all sayjins is never wrong. Now get ready whelp before your mother comes home and screams my head off for not getting you ready." He snorted as he marched off towards his bedroom without another word. He wasn't happy about sending his daughter away to be on her own for four months in some… something his wife had told him while eating. He never listened to anyone when he was eating, she still hadn't learned that after so many years.
The dumb woman.
It had to be done though else his wife wouldn't shut up about their daughter reaching her potential and be able to take over for her. Not that Trunks couldn't do the job she just imagined seeing her daughter succeed her. Not that anyone on this planet had the potential to hope to match his Bulma save her own children.
He was a little concerned about her, not that she couldn't do it but sending her away just didn't feel right with him. She wasn't a young girl but she just wasn't strong enough to where he felt safe with her being alone without him. Vegeta had taken his families safety seriously and especially that of his daughter. She didn't know the possible enemies that waited in the world for him and out in the universe willing to take revenge on him.
He just couldn't get over that it would happen, when he wasn't around.
[***]
"Alive and walking I see! Splendid." The doctor said as he sat down in mess hall with his staff. The bustle of the kitchen in full effect as everyone was excited about their new program even with the small staff down here their workers were preparing for the new arrivals shortly.
"Incredible! Truly you are resilient, for all that freezing your body has recovered." Remarked another woman smiled, a short haired brunette with thin wire glasses ogled openly even though she was engaged the fine male specimen that made his way inside albeit slowly. She was an expert in human anatomy and he was breaking all sorts of rules but then again she hadn't gotten alone time with him yet to study him. In more ways than one, she thought grinning deviously while she ate her fresh garden salad.
"I still hurt." He grumbled as he sat a table away from them, his stomach still stung like it was on fire.
"Ah don't worry in less a day we'll have freshly ordered supplies to take care of your injuries!" The doctor said wiping his glasses as he could only smile at his prized find. Though he shifted to his meal and cut his food slowly. "Don't overdo your injuries Broly. If you need to rest, then just rest. We don't want you to be overstressed. Who knows how long you've been like that."
Other members at his table mumbled times in between bites of their food. The office pool had tried betting on how long their marvel had been frozen. How fortunate they had been to find him on a simple sample gathering expedition in the mountains to the north only to come across a man frozen beneath a lake of ice. Not only that but he was still alive!
They had rushed him back here to their site via their helicopter and immediately set about saving him. He was completely out for a week with bare vitals until slowly regaining consciousness for brief minutes. His incoherent mumbling and talking had given a great deal of bored teachers and scientists a new buzz.
They had done a great deal of medical work healing his stomach that had been nearly ripped open completely. In addition to his frozen limbs and abnormal blood type they had to just sit and wait until he came around.
The doctor placed his glasses back on his eyes. He couldn't wait to begin running tests on him, he was a miracle man. He could imagine all of the news magazines, and networks coming to him once he unveiled he had found a living man buried beneath the ice for years! It was comparable to finding the lost city of Atlantis!
Even if that lost city was a massive seven-foot-tall Broly with black hair and muscular Greek physique that made his female co-workers blush. He didn't care, once he was rested and they had recorded logs with his recovery. He could post his findings and the journey he would become famous! He would show the world of the brilliance of his family again.
The Gero family legacy would live on!
[***]
Bra was putting on a clean pants when a knock came at her door. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pouted a bit as she immediately pulled them back as she knew who the person was outside her door. He should've guessed she would come to talk to her about her already pre-determined future but she could've always called her on the house intercom or phone. Briefly she wondered if she had come to tell her that she changed her mind, but that wasn't going to happen. Her mother never changed her mind.
She opened the door to her mother's frown which immediately took her back a bit as she walked inside without a word. Bulma was surprised to see everything around her being packed up, seven full suitcases ready to be capsulized only a fraction of her daughter's wardrobe. She was freshly showered and it was hard to recall herself as she looked at the younger version of herself. Clearly her husband had dropped the ball. The bastard!
"Hey you," Bulma said giving her a friendly smile. Her daughter returned a forced smile when he saw her, unease settling into her stomach.
I guess dad shouldn't have told me that. She looked ready to give me a talk.
"You don't want to miss dinner right? You know how your father and brother get so I wanted to let you know it was ready."
Bra looked back at her luggage that she had been packing. She shrugged and went back to her closet pulling out at least a set for her evening wear and undergarments.
She tried to ignore her mother's intrusion and act of casualness but it was clear a talk was coming.
"Your father. He told you didn't he." She told her as the friendly smile dropped into a frustrated look.
Bra looked back at her mother giving her a casual glare that her father was famous for. "He did, I'm clearly not good enough."
Bulma couldn't stop the frown as she listened to her daughter, her daughter was always good enough. "It's not that. You know that I love you and your dad… well your dad shows his affection in other ways." The royal prick, she was defiantly going to thrash him for whatever words she took from her mouth and put in her daughter's ears.
"Then why do I have to leave! I can just stay here and try again, you know that so why!?" She snapped in frustration as she tossed her clothes haphazardly into the suitcase.
"Honey, it's not that we want you to leave. We just feel that you will do better without the distractions. You also need to be out on your own more, you do want to be growing and independent don't you?" She remarked as she put her hands on her hips. Watching as her daughter grit her teeth at her response. "Bra, you are my only daughter I want the best for you. If this helps you better yourself then don't worry about it so much. You'll be back here in four months, and better for it."
"Hn. Tell that to Trunks he never had to leave his house when he messed up." She grumbled as she tossed in another set of her clothes closing the case easily despite its packed state with her inhuman strength.
"Your brother also died fighting Buu, and trained alone in the hyperbolic time chamber to save the world at one point. He went through something very similar to you except you don't have to worry about the fate of the world. Just your grades." Her mother retorted giving her younger self a challenging stare down.
They stared at each other for several minutes until finally Bra looked away. Years of practicing against a sayjin prince left Bulma unmatched in stare downs.
"I know honey, you think I'm being hard on you. I am but the world around you expects a lot from you. You are a Briefs and we are the best at everything, you don't have to be the fighter like your dad or brother but you have to be smart like your mother. You can't just steal my good looks and use that as your trump card sweetie. Believe me, getting the right man requires brains and beauty." She said flipping her hair back smiling as her daughter cracked a small grin.
"Yeah except all the boys I try and date magically end up breaking up with me very quickly." She chuckled as her mom came over and hugged her.
Bulma sighed as she held her girl. "I know, that's why you have to be smarter than your dad." She relaxed as her daughter embraced her in return. Casting a weary glance around her surroundings she leaned her in to whisper into her daughter's ear well aware of sayjin hearing. "Try dating one of the boys there. Your dad won't be able to stop you." Receiving a shocked expression from Bra who couldn't have imagined her mother saying that. "What? Your old enough to do that. I explored the world looking to wish for the perfect boyfriend you can at least date someone in four months. Just don't embarrass me okay?" She chided jokingly as her daughter rolled her eyes but laughed.
"Thanks mom, I'll try to do at least one of those." She teased. Her mother huffed but still laughed along with her.
"I'm sure it will be a great thing sweetheart. Just give it chance you never know, there has been some good news about some incredible discovery made there but the research team is being very hush hush about it. They must really have some juicy stuff there, not too mention yours truly made sure that you got a luxury treatment. No Briefs is ever treated to anything but first class." Her mother stated proudly as her daughter nodded and hugged her mom again.
Bra pulled back and smiled genuinely she felt compelled to say something more.
"Well so long as the boys are equally as good I'll be happy." Her mother rolled her eyes, she somewhat cursed her mentally but she shouldn't be angry she wound up with one of the biggest jerks in the universe.
[***]
Broly limped into his new room having demanded to not be holed up in the infirmary like some pathetic weakling. His own stubborn nature refused any help and to even eat in the same presence of those beneath him. Not that he told them that… yet. He had none of his powers return to him and presently being so weak he couldn't afford to raise any suspicion.
Hell he could barely reach out and feel power levels around or signatures. Only his body senses were around for him to be able to note the frail humans all around him. It was so humiliating! His fist hit the top of his metal rack of a bed in frustration barely even making an impression.
"I will overcome this Kakarot! I will destroy you!" He snarled as his rage began to boil over. It was all his fault for this humiliation! "Kakarot!" He screamed into the silence of his room that only echoed his frustrations, leaving only his heavy breathing as he eyed the bed with contempt.
He stubbornly leaned against the frame for a long time, not wanting to go to sleep for the fear of reprisal but his body ached and screamed for it giving him no choice and he relented but only to be filled with the nightmares of his failure… over and over again.
A/N: What did you think? Please R&R if you enjoyed it or not I want to write a good Broly/Bra story.
MB