Fallen

A/N: Ooooooooooh! My first story posted! I've made some DBZ stories before, but I didn't think they were good enough. Certainly hope this is! I discovered writing about a year ago, so you can see what a perfectionist I am. I wanted a strong story, something I would love to read. I haven't got all the chapters of this fic ready, but some, so if you R/R I'll post the next one! Enjoy and thank you for reading this (if you did of course!)

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Fallen

There I lie

It's been too long

They all fly

To the sun that

Warms them, surrounds them

I'm afraid

Because nobody knows

That honestly

I can't fly

I'm terribly tired

And drowned of my energy

I can't go on here

The decision has been made

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Warnings: R. No graphic scenes or anything, but there are adult themes in this story! If you are offended by anything that has to do with adult stuff, please stay away!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I worship Akira Toriyama! If I were the one that owned DB, DBZ and DBGT I sure as hell would be proud of myself! I don't own it, so you don't need to sue me. All you'll get is my... um... my computer I guess...?

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Prologue

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Bra's POV

As I look out of the window of the plane, I remember all the good times we've had. The laughing, the crying, our friendship. Friendship. That's all you saw, wasn't it? You never even had a clue.

It's been 5 years since I left Japan to work in Canada at another part of Capsule Corporation. At the time it was the first firm of our company there. My mother needed someone to take care of business there, to observe and follow the working process and she wanted to ask Trunks, but I volunteered.

I'd rather not remember why...... It was because of so many reasons.......

I know I was very superficial, only caring about my looks and dressing up in short skirts and tops. Just for all those guys at school. My father always hated it when I dressed like that, he would argue with me, try to convince me, but in the end I always won with my famous puppy dog eyes.

It's hard to believe that my father is a Saiyan. I know I'm half Saiyan, but I never paid it any heed. Boy, do I regret that now.

I know my mother must have missed me terribly. And Dad too, even if he won't admit it to a living soul. My brother, I know he misses me, he's tried so many times to convince me to come back. But I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

I've always been pretty smart, that's why my mother let me go to Canada when I'd finished college. It was the last week before I was done. Ready for being part of my mother's business.

I was happy that it was almost over and I could finally learn to stand on my own. That was also one of the many reasons I left. I needed to be on my own. I've always been protected by everyone. And it didn't bother me up until then, but now, I don't want to be protected anymore.

Because if I wasn't so damn protected all my life, I would've been able to protect myself. I would've been strong enough to defend myself against what happened.

It started when I was 17, maybe. The letters, the playful gestures, unharmful flirts. And when I went home after college when I was 19, he....... he.........

Nobody knows, not then, not now. I haven't told anyone about it. It was too painful and I know it still is. I was and still am so ashamed of it. I feel disgusted every time I think about it. I was weak.

Another reason is him. I haven't loved him always, no. Or maybe I have, subconsciously. It didn't matter, because he didn't see me as more than a friend. I think it was because I was so egotistical, so flirty. If he ever really knew me, and somehow I doubt that, he would've known that that was not the real me. I could pick any guy I wanted. Maybe he didn't like that. Or he just saw me as a kid, his best friend's sister.

I could keep it a secret. I had and still have many secrets. I can't tell them all.

In the five years I've been away, I've learned so much. Sure I'm smart. But there..... I had nothing to hold on to. I've learned how to take care of myself.

I've changed. Not only mentally, but also physically. My integrity, my pride has increased in value to me. I don't dress that way anymore. I'm a business woman now, just like my mother wanted, just like I wanted.

I've trained. Of course they could sense my ki, but I knew what to do about that. After what happened to me after school that day, I'd decided to train. I first wanted to ask my father or someone else, but when the opportunity arose, I took it. I went to Canada.

It took some practice to learn how to fly without artificial help, but when I finally could, I flew to the Lookout. I trained exactly 1 year in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It gave me time to think about everything. I had to sort things out, because I was a mess. I know Dende saw it too, but he didn't tell anyone I was in there.

Still thanking him for that, I straighten my suit and fix my stare on the ground below.

I wore myself out. I didn't stop before I reached my goal. Before I could defend myself, before I was strong enough. It was a long road, but I was determined. I'd always watched my Dad and Trunks train. Memorizing their techniques I eventually learned them to myself. I also created some new attacks.

And when I came out I went back to Canada, built a gravity machine that hid my ki to the outside world and I trained every day. I know my father would've been proud, had he known of my training. My mother would've thrown a fit about her 'little girl' training, but would've given in eventually, with some convincing help of my father. But that never happened, life just wasn't that easy.

So actually, I haven't seen them in like, 6 years. I'm 25 now. He is 32 if I'm correct. I've missed them all very much, but I couldn't bear to be there and lie to them. Act like nothing happened. Leaving seemed like the best idea.

I won't let anybody lay a hand on me again. Ever, I swore to myself when I sat up there in my room with tears in my eyes, and I've kept that promise.

Sure, my Mom wanted to see me over the years. She told me everyone wanted to. But I told her that I was too busy, that I would fax the files and stuff she needed in Japan. I really didn't want to see them. To see him again. It felt like I was over him. And if I saw him again..... Who knows what would happen?

But when Mom told me it was absolutely necessary for me to come to Japan, for business, I had to agree. I knew things weren't going so well over there. My brother had been slacking off again and I was really needed, she said. I already know that they want me there to see me, but they must have real problems too. but I don't really mind seeing them for a couple of days. Maybe then they'll leave me alone forever.

Pan had called me too, saying she missed me and that she wanted to see me. I know she was surprised when I said, in a cold tone, that I was going to be there in a week for business, that she could make an appointment. The truth was, I missed her too, but if I would get too attached to her, and she to me, it would be too hard to leave, and I didn't even want to go.

I will avoid him too. I don't want to see more people then necessary. I haven't told anyone when my flight would arrive, so there won't be any mushy stuff. I don't need anybody. Certainly not him, right?

I close my eyes and swallow. Life has been hard. My father only saw what he wanted to see. His cute little princess. Someone he could protect from the big bad world. But I'm not little anymore. I'm not weak anymore.

I open my eyes and look out the window again. I will go home, do what I have to do to get my brother off his lazy butt and then I will go back to Canada.

It's as simple as that, I tell myself thousands of times.

My flight is over. Time to face Japan.

Goten's POV

I'm sitting at my desk right now. It's boring and if I told Trunks he would give me the day off, but if I do, I'll think about things I'd rather not.

She's been gone for 5 years exactly. Sure I've felt her ki. I checked it everyday to see if she was alright. I never went to look for her. I always told myself she'd come to us if she wanted to see us. Apparently she didn't.

I can remember the day everything started. One time when I was 24, I was staying at Trunks' house. I had to go to the bathroom and I guess I chose the wrong door, because when I opened it, Bra stood there. She was with her back to me, only wearing a towel around her curvaceous body. She was still damp from the shower, little beads of water still evident on her soft looking skin. Luckily she didn't know I was watching, so I closed the door gently. God, she looked gorgeous.

Later, in bed, I wondered why I never noticed before. She was beautiful and I hadn't known she'd matured so much. From that moment I knew she would be mine, I loved her. Maybe it's a Saiyan thing, thinking she would be mine. I didn't even have a clue as to if she liked me or not, I still don't, but it didn't matter. Now I know it does.

1 year later I realized that this wasn't going to work out. That's when I met Paris and I thought I was in love with her and that I was over Bra. But I wasn't, I'm not. After a relationship of 3 years I broke up with Paris, knowing that I could never really love her. She was positively mad at me for ending the relationship so suddenly, without any warning. But I just couldn't stay with her, when I loved someone else. It wasn't fair to her, I felt.

When Bra was 19, she left so suddenly. One day she was there, the next she was gone. I missed her so terribly, I was, am, miserable. But I don't show it.

I wonder every day what has made her leave. I remember when I was at Trunks' again one day and she came home from college. She looked upset and her clothes were a bit ruffled. I wanted to go to her, but Trunks told me she was overreacting again, to get attention. I didn't really believe him, but I let it go, certain I would talk to her later.

Later I saw an emptiness in her blue eyes that scared me, left me wondering what made her change so suddenly from a cheery young girl, to an empty, older looking woman. Maybe I'll never know.

Nobody knows I love her, but I do, I know I love her more than anything. I ask myself how she would react if I told her. Maybe she sees me as a friend, I certainly hope not.

I have changed. I'm not the brightest person ever, but I finished college and I have a job at CC. I like it here, it somehow reminds me of her, her scent is still in this place, lingering.

I hope she'll come back someday.

Hope. I guess that's all I have to hold onto now. Sometimes late at night I wonder if she is married or has a relationship, hoping she's not. Hoping that I still have a chance.

Coming to the conclusion this was not helping me to finish work, I made up my mind. Maybe Trunks feels like doing something fun, like spar.

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