Dr. Bulma Briefs waited just outside the lobby of the mental institution. It was raining pretty hard, thunder and lightning crackled in the sky. The guys had been worried about her going outside in such weather.

DBZ

"Bulma, where are you going?" asked Goku, he was playing cards with Krillin, another doctor.

"I have to go wait outside for a new patient of mine to come!"

Goku blinked in surprise, "A new patient?"

Bulma nodded, "Yep, I don't want to miss her."

Krillin frowned, "You know, you don't have to wait for her. They'll be brought to their room and you can meet them there."

The blue hair woman shook her head, "No, I want to be the first to see her. She'll need a friendly face before being thrown in this intimidating place." She gestured around her.

"What is this about another patient?" someone growled from behind her.

Bulma sighed and turned around, "Don't worry, Vegeta. I'm not going to pass you on to someone else, I'm just taking another person in. Like I did with you and Goku."

"I wasn't worried about that!" the short, black haired man snarled.

Bulma smiled, he didn't fool her at all, "Of course you weren't."

"Just be careful, okay? Don't catch cold!" Goku smiled kindly. It's hard to imagine that such a nice guy ended up here.

"Yeah, don't stay out for too long." Dr. Krillin added.

"Hn." Vegeta grunted, but his body language gave him away. No matter how much he tried, Bulma could see through him.

"Don't worry about me." Bulma declared, "I'll be right back."

DBZ

She shivered, even though the temperature was actually humid despite the rain. She thought back on her new patients file. Thinking about it sent shivers up her spine.

She had already made up her mind that this was something that she had to let the patient come to her, not like how she had to get Vegeta and Goku give her information because they were stubborn or didn't see the point of talking about it. She was a little anxious to meet this new girl, she prayed she could get along with the other patients, or at least Vegeta.

She heard a car come closer and she saw one of the hospitals vans pull up. This must be her new patient.

Bulma jogged closer to the van when the doors started to open. Security Officers reached into the van and pulled out a young woman with short wavy black hair. She wasn't wearing handcuffs or jacket and didn't seem to want to run but the officers held her anyway. The girl must have heard her because her head turned in my direction.

Her hair was starting to plaster across her face with the rain. He body build wasn't too thin or plump but pleasantly strong. She held herself upright but her body screamed fatigued. She had a tattoo on each arm and what she could see of her collarbone. They mustn't be bad if they weren't covered up. Bulma could see her eyes in the rain but she could tell they had that same look in them that her only other patients had.

A killers.

"Hi there, I'm Bulma. I'm going to be your doctor, okay?" Bulma greeted.

The girl cocked her head to the side, curiously. Other than that she didn't respond.

"Ma'am, we should really get out of the rain." A security officer advised.

"Oh, of course. Lets go, you can let her go when we get in the lobby, kay?"

The officer's brows furrowed, "Ma'am, I don't think-"

"Don't be silly." She snapped, "She's hardly fighting you." The blue haired doctor said, leading the group inside.

DBZ

The security officers left in a hurry after making sure the girl wasn't going anywhere, probably frightened by Bulma.

Bulma smiled, "Welcome to Satan City Mental Hospital. Like I said earlier, my name is Bulma. Most people here would rather you call me Dr. Briefs but I don't really care for such formalities." She sniffed, "You're name is Nira, right?"

The girl nodded.

Bulma looked into her eyes and was startled by how warm they are, like melted chocolate, despite how hard she looked at everything around her. As if she expected for something to pop out and attack her. There were more bags under her eyes than a grocery store, her skin looked pale, probably from lack of sleep. Bulma wondered if she suffered from insomnia.

"Well, this way, Nira. I'll show you to your room." She beckoned.

Nira watched the doctor walk before following.

DBZ

"Okay, this is it." Bulma said as she opened the door.

She held the door open and waited for Nira to go inside before going in herself. Nira stood in the middle of the room, gazing around. There was a bed, a desk, and a window.

"White."

"Huh?" Bulma blinked, she almost didn't notice the word that escaped the girl's mouth, "What was that?"

"White." The girl said again, a little louder this time.

The doctor too looked at the walls and the floor, "Yeah, white."

DBZ

"Where is she? Where is that woman?" Vegeta growled, pacing back and forth. It had been too long, had she come inside? Was she still waiting outside for the new brat? Had she – dare he think it – been hurt? That thought alone boiled his blood. If anyone were to hurt the blue haired doctor he would personally put them through hell and beyond!

"Calm down, Vegeta!" Goku smiled nervously, "I bet she's fine. She's probably just talking to her new patient. Getting her situated and all." He laughed awkwardly.

"Psh." Vegeta frowned. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" he shouted.

"Calm down you two." Krillin, Goku's doctor, scolded the two men. "If you keep that up you'll upset the other patients."

Juu, a blond haired officer with cold blue eyes, walked into the room. "Whats going on?" She asked, "I heard someone shouting."

Krillin blushed a little seeing Juu, "Oh, it's nothing. Just Vegeta's usual antics."

"Well, tell him to cut it out." And she walked away.

Vegeta scowled.

DBZ

"Okay, Nira. Lets talk."

Nira sat beside Bulma in her office. It wasn't at all what she thought it would be. The two were sitting on a couch next to a wall. There was a desk that was horribly cluttered and a suit jacket was hanging off the lone chair haphazardly. The room was decorated with potted plants and art, but they weren't like the offices she had been in before. The atmosphere was friendly, rather than intimidating.

The girl didn't say anything as Bulma got a little more comfortable and prepared a notebook and a pen.

"So, how old are you?"

Nira raised an eyebrow, that wasn't how these conversations usually began, "Fifteen."

"How did you get those tattoos if you're only fifteen?" Bulma asked in confusion.

She shrugged, consciously picking at her shirt, "I act older than my age, apparently."

"Well, they sure are cool." Bulma grinned.

The tattoo on her right arm was black and made a sort of zigzag pattern over and over on itself until it was a complicated yet artful structure. The one on her left was white and was similar to the one on her right except it was wavy lines instead of zigzag. The one on her neck and collarbone were a bunch of chains. The color of it changed from black to grey to white right below her adams apple and dark again.

"Do they mean anything to you?" she asked.

Nira was quiet before shaking her head 'no'.

Bulma pouted, she wasn't getting much from the girl. She was quiet, not in an "I'm better than you so I shouldn't have to answer your stupid questions" way that Vegeta was when he first started seeing her but in an "I just don't care" way – which could be worse!

"Hey, Nira." Bulma started softly, "Can you tell me about yourself?"

Nira raised her eye – brow again, "Be more specific."

"I dunno, how about your favorite color for starters?"

Nira put her head in her hand, "I don't have a favorite color. It changes."

"Have any tops? Colors you don't like?"

"I don't like pink very much, or really bright colors – at least in fashion." She went silent for a moment, "I suppose my top colors are periwinkle, sea foam green, cherry blossom, and violet. I tend to like those one's more than others."

Bulma smiled, it's a start.

She scribbled the list of colors before returning to Nira, "Okay, how about, um, what do you like to do?"

"I like to fight."

Well, if that doesn't sound like two particular people she knows…

"What kind of fighting?"

"Any kind of fighting. It doesn't matter to me."

Bulma tipped her head to the side and brushed a lock of hair out of her face, "Why do you like fighting?" she asked, although she thinks she already knows why…

"I want to get stronger."

Bulma sighed inwardly, "And why do you want to get stronger?"

Nira raised her brown eyes to look straight into Bulma's blue ones, "I want to take vengeance on the man that killed my brothers."