Summary: finally some peace has descended on the capsule corp residence after Bra ends up part android due to an horrible gravity chamber accident. But what happens if a power hungry android 17 seduces Bra with dark motivations?

The thin line between resentment and affection

Chapter 1 – Who to blame?

A small girl with braided blue hair stood dead in her tracks when she heard the familiar yelling for the third time this week. With her exceptional hearing she picked up where it was coming from. The gravity chamber of course. Tears started welling up in her large aquamarine eyes. Her rigid and heartless father was trying to push her brother to his limits during training. She had heard him explain to her mother that he was trying to trigger Super Saiyan three within Trunks. The girl wanted them to stop. She wanted to stop the pain their father was inflicting on their family.

She didn't care that it was time for bed. She lifted her Barbie pink night gown and jumped out of her window. Her soft tiny feet contacted with the already dew covered grass. The little girl shivered. She pulled herself together and ran as fast as she could to the gravity chamber where her father and brother were fighting. Some loud metallic noises were heard and a groin. She guessed the sound came from her brother who had been hit into a wall. She could hear a stifled rough voice barking through the thick walls of the training chamber. She pressed her sensitive ear on them. Hot tears started slipping down her cheeks. She knew her father would hate it to see her like this. She quickly wiped the liquid from her eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of her princes night gown.

'Stand up you fucking weakling! Not even able to dodge a punch like that?! You are nothing!'

'But father...' The voice of her brother was weakening.

'You are nothing to me, you hear me? Nothing! If my son is not a worthy warrior, I have no son at all!'

There was another sickening thud. The small girl heard shreds of metal flying into the walls.

'You are nothing but a nuisance!' She didn't recognize that word. But their father was always telling them that they were weaklings, spineless brats and bothers, so she guessed it meant something like that. She didn't want this anymore, she wanted the pain go away. She didn't want her brother being almost beaten to the death at least once a week. She couldn't tame the tears anymore that now were streaming down her face. She tried to sweep them with her sleeves, but she had already wept them wet.

She begged barely above a whisper. 'Please stop father...Don't hurt us anymore...please stop.'

She heard her father sneering, barking and yelling. He hadn't heard her in his pure rage.

'Stop crying boy! Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Another punch fallowed the harsh and insensitive words from her father.

There was a long silence. The soft whimpering from her brother subsided. The little girl outside held her breath for what was about to come.

'Father, stop the hurt...'

'What was that boy? Only a worthless weakling would say such a thing!'

'No father listen. You must stop this. You must stop the hurt you bring me. Us. His voice was oddly calm.

The six-year old bit her lip. It tasted salty. It was strange her father wasn't responding. The chamber started shaking.

'What is the meaning of this? Are you turning from a lousy weakling into an even greater one?' Their father demanded. Suddenly there was a loud thump and a low moan. The little girl grew confused. Had her brother just hit their father into a wall? The gravity chamber started shaking.

'Father, this must end now.'

'You are almost there, boy'. Vegeta's voice had almost sounded proud.

'This is my last fight with you father. I wish you loved me'.

A loud and heart piercing cry was liberated by the throat of Trunks. A light flash erupted from the gravity chamber before it exploded. The last thing Bra felt was being slung back by a wall. Her vision went black and her body started feeling numb. The only thing her senses picked up was a sharp pain coursing through the left side of her body

A soft little female voice that no one could hear escaped a heap of rubble.

'Please stop'.

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A 16-year old Bra woke up in cold sweat, with a ragged breath. She had dreamed of 'the accident' again. She threw the covers off and stumbled to the gaping window. She inhaled a lungful of fresh air. There it was, 20 meters away. A rebuild gravity chamber, surrounded by the familiar humming caused by the computer controlling the amount of G's. It was exhausting to say the least. She woke up every morning, bathing in cold sweat and infiltrated by her traumatic memories. And every day she had to look at the source of her physical pain from the past and the present and the shape of her mutilated body in front of her room. But the mental pain, caused by her father and brother almost killing each other was far more hurtful than any other kind of pain she had gained that night. The gravity chamber, her image of agony.

Her mother had told her that her entire left side of her body was destroyed. She would have had no chance to live if her mother wasn't a brilliant scientist. Her mind and knowledge seemed limitless on cybernetics and robotics. Now she was a cyborg. A cybernetic organism. An organism that has both artificial and natural systems. You would notice if you would look hard enough. She had an artificial eye, that matched her right one perfectly. It couldn't radiate the sparkle though. Her left eye seemed colder than the other, almost dead. Well it was dead indeed, it was mechanical. You wouldn't expect it though since her left side was covered in synthetic skin that matched her own perfectly. The transition from skin to synthetic skin was only obvious on her body. The crash had burned almost all the skin on Bra's head and throat. Her mother had implanted her head with synthetic hair she had developed to match her own aquamarine locks. There were many downsides of being a part-android Bra thought bitterly. When her body was expanding, lots of parts needed to be replaced in surgery every six months. She was lucky that she had almost finished growing. Walking around with metal peaces poking your intestines and entire nervous system constantly wasn't making you happy too. An addiction to painkillers was evident in her life. She wasn't sure if she would have been better off if she would have died right on the spot in comparison with the painful saving. Going to school wasn't possible anymore, since she was always recovering from some sort of operation. Different home tutors taught her everything they knew, but Bra was always getting smarter and started to outsmart her teachers a year ago. She didn't have a lot of friends. Pan an Goten dropped buy occasionally

The life of the Vegeta-Briefs family had changed dramatically. Everyone had blamed themselves. Her mother was absolutely sure of it that if she had let Bra train from a very young age like her father aspired, Bra would have been able to handle the explosion a lot better. Bra had told her mother numerous times that she didn't want to train herself. Even her father had acknowledged that he had some sort of part in the mutilation of his daughter. When Bra had been recovering from the accident, her father dropped by everyday a couple of minutes. Those moments had been awkward at first because he had never showed her he cared before. Sometimes when he was in a good mood, he called for Trunks to come sit by her bed and he began telling stories about Frieza. Those tellings were gruesome, insane and certainly not suitable for young children, but it had awoken an understanding within the siblings for their father. And it was their fathers way to spend some time with his children, even though his attitude towards them still had been colored with domination over his spawns. Trunks who had caused the explosion in the first place had locked himself in his room for days and was determent to starve himself to death. He had almost succeeded, until his mother had begged his father to do something about the situation. He had used all his left energy to fight his father who had grabbed him by the neck and made him eat. Trunks had blamed himself for all her pain, because his transformation to Super Saiyan three had caused the explosion. He could finally live with himself until Vegeta had barked some reason into him and Bulma had offered her shoulder to cry on. He had stopped training ever since and aimed his attention on using his genius genes to work for capsule cooperation. Their father had made his personal training sessions even harder. They all knew it was his only outlet, and that even their stubborn, insensitive father felt guilt. It was strange that such an accident had brought the family a step into each others direction. Even their father had been behaving a little less cold and distant from that moment on. Bra believed it was her own stupid fault for walking in on two fighting emotional Saiyans. It was only plain logic that things would turn ugly in such a situation. The pain was her price to pay for such a stupid move.

Even though her family life had been improved, Bra still had to suffer every day and night. The physical pain and her nightmares brought up constant memories. She was now seeing a therapist for her suffering once a month. He told her that she must reduce her detesting feelings towards her android side before she could let go of all the memories and nightmares. Her task was to embrace her artificial self. This was hard for the beautiful demi android. She decided she wanted to gain some information about her android structure as the first step.

Bra inhaled again after she had cut off the reflections on her family life and the past ten years. She was hungry and it was almost time for breakfast. She threw off her baby blue nightgown and took a quick shower. After that she dried herself off en pulled on a short schoolgirl skirt and a tight black T-shirt. She applied a little mascara en pulled her hair into a ponytail. She looked at the mirror smugly. She may be partially an android, but she looked damn good. Her father always got furious when he caught males looking at her. She smiled, it was his way to show her he somehow cared.

She walked down the stairs and took her usual seat next to her brother at breakfast. It was always the same. Her mother was slaving away on the stove and delegate bots to fetch her supplies. Her father and brother were consuming bowls of food like it were berries. They were almost too busy to notice her.

'Morning people' Her father grunted in response and Trunks nodded.

'Goodmorning honey. Sleep well?' Bulma left the stove for ten seconds to kiss her daughter on the forehead'

Bra avoided her question and got straight to the point. 'Mom, I want to learn more about my android side'.

Vegeta and Trunks ceased their insane devouring. Immediately a tense ambiance descended on the breakfast table. It had always remained a very strained subject.

Bulma's eyes widened, but she tried to remain her posture. 'Okay honey, I could sign you in on SatanCity University. They have classes where they teach Biomechanica, cybernetics and Robotics. I donate a lot of documents and information to them about discoveries I made. So it shouldn't be much of a problem I guess. If you want you can only take those three classes'.

'That would be nice mom.' Her mother gave her a huge wink before she returned to her cooking.

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Two weeks later, Bra stepped into the elevator of the university. The clicking of her high black heels echoed trough the hall and disturbed the quiet and serious atmosphere. When she stepped into the class about twenty blushing eying boys made her feel self conscious about her short black skirt and her tight white blouse. By the look of it they were not accustomed of being around beautiful women. When she turned her head to the right, she looked right into the blue piercing orbs of the teacher. Her heart skipped a beat. He was dead sexy! His half long pitch black hair was neatly combed to the sides and his body seemed nicely toned to say the least.

'You're late. I'm professor seventeen. Nice to meet you, take a seat' His tone of voice was smoothest she'd ever heard.

Bra gulped.

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