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Prologue
She was feeling scared and lost. She knew that what she did was wrong. But her rage blinded her at the moment. Now she was alone. All her family was dead, gone. She wondered how was she going to survive, after all she was only 12 years old. And she had nothing.
Crying, and hidden in the kitchen cabinet, the little girl cursed. She wanted to die, she wanted to be with her mother, the one she never met. She wanted to be with her brother, the one who raised her. She wanted to be with her father, to make him pay all the suffering she was going through right now, and all the pain she was going to face in the future. Because, she knew. She knew it was because of what she was, of what her father and brother were, the reason she was all alone and scared now. She was no proud of her heritage, courtesy of her father. Now that was a man she loathed.
He showed her hate, he showed her fear, but never love. He showed her pride, he showed her power, but never strength. He hated her. She was glad though, that the feeling was mutual. That was the only thing she shared with her father, hate.
She heard a strong noise, outside the door. They were coming for her, the men with the red coats. Her brother had warned her about them a few years ago, he called them 'The Red Ribbon Army', he told her they were coming for her, so he taught her how to fight. After all, fighting was her nature.
She hugged her knees closer, waiting for them to found her. She was tired, and hurt, she was sure that she had a few broken bones, but she really didn't care. Losing consciousness, she made a vow. Before letting him die, she had promised her brother, a life of happiness and peace, in their mother's name. It was her vow now, to fulfill that promise at all costs.
They were dragging her out of the cabinet kitchen now. Her ribs hurt. She heard a soft voice in her left ear. "What's your name, girl?" Her ribs were starting to bother her a lot. She tried to get into a more comfortable position in the man's arms, but the pain was too much. The man repeated the question, louder.
"Vegia…Briefs." She muttered, then everything went black.
AN: Hey! So here I am again with this new project. I hope this can go better than "Life isn't fair" (by the way, don't read it. It sucks. I'm improving it.) Anyway, this may be very confusing. You may be asking yourselves "Who is this Vegia girl?" Well, if I tell you who she is, the story will lost its charm. Although you probably have a good guess of who I'm talking about here. I'll let you know this girl has lavender hair and blue eyes. Yep, lavender hair, not blue. So you better guess again. And no, its not a female version of Trunks, but is his sister. Oops, I gave too much away. Read and review. The next update will be up soon, so let me have those wonderful reviews please!