At last the second chapter! Thanks for the reviews! And special thanks to Projectsynapse for beta-reading!

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Chapter 2 - A mixture of Saiyan, human and artificial veins

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Soft whispers filled the room during class. One smooth voice was dominant and possessed a certain authority, but the aqua-haired young woman wasn't paying attention at all. She already knew all about the subject the professor was teaching. There were far more interesting things happening in this particular room. Bra dreamily stared at an interesting undulating object. She followed its movements with her big blue eyes. She got a good look at it from different angles. "It" was the extremely tight hind region of her new teacher covered by the deep black pants of his suit. She observed his posture intently. It was something about him that made him particularly sexy. He was slim and tall but his movements still radiated strength somehow. He was not bulky and muscular like all the males she grew up with. His face was slightly different from humans or saiyans. It was hard to guess his thoughts which created an air of mystery around him. And his eyes...They were an even lighter blue than her own orbs. They seemed different in comparison to all the other eyes she had looked into. Normally she could read people by what they gave away through their windows to the soul. But these blue ones appeared to be unreadable. They were somehow entrancing and pierced right through her. Shock hit her when these penetrating eyes were set on her suddenly.

"Do you know the answer to this question, miss?"

The aqua-haired girl tried to suppress an upcoming blush. She quickly overlooked the projected sheet on the wall and assumed that the question in the center needed to be answered. It read: "how does the selfdestruction mechanism work in relation to nitroglycerin?"

"Uhm...Yes I think so" She answered shyly. The blush broke through to Bra's dismay.

Professor Seventeen smiled softly, his light blue eyes fixed on two delicate lips. Bra's brilliant brain quickly came to a conclusion and blurted out the answer.

"The explosive power of nitroglycerin is derived from detonation which is set off when wire 213 B sends electricity to wire 9874 G which sends in its turn energy from the initial decomposition and causes a pressure wave or gradient that detonates the surrounding fuel. This is a self-sustained shock-wave that propagates the explosive medium at 20 times the speed of sound.'' (thanks Wikipedia! I have no Idea what I just typed...)

Professor Seventeen arched an eyebrow. He hadn't expected such an accurate answer from the girl in from of him, who had only taken two of his lessons. The dead silence that broke out and the odd expression on the face of her teacher added something to the doses of nervousness the girl was experiencing.

"That's correct, miss Briefs." He had intended to test the girls knowledge. From the first time he had seen her she seemed strangely familiar to him. But next to that she didn't look like a girl whose main interest happened to be cybernetics and robotics. He hadn't expected her to almost literally repeat one of the books about the androids' self destruction mechanism he read a year back.

Bra sighed out of relief. She knew that her answer was correct, it was just that the gaze from her teacher did things with her mind and body she wanted to deny. Luckily the professor announced that class was over. The aqua beauty quickly packed her things and straightened her midthigh skirt. At first she had thought that her outfit on her first day was rather overdone. However, when she had walked into class a lot of boys turned their heads to stare at her. But since their teacher wandered around in her head, Bra couldn't care less. She just wanted to flare her attractiveness around him to feel more confident.

Seventeen watched his students drip out of class and quickly looked for the information he was looking for in his built-in encyclopedia. Green letters spelled out the name Bulma Briefs and appeared in his eyesight. "Current owner of capsule corporation and ingenious inventor." An image of Bulma popped up on the left. Bra Briefs apparently looked exactly like her mother. Suddenly he realized something significant. She must be the spawn of Vegeta, the prince of all saiyans... or of what was left of it. He laughed inwardly. This could turn out to be interesting...Different possibilities and schemes started to blossom in the dark and bittered mind of the android.

The teacher stepped up to Bra and pulled on her arm before she could walk out the door. He felt her tense up when she spun around. Silence diffusely descended around them. He could still feel her pulse racing because he hadn't let go of her elbow yet. He smiled smoothly while he gently let go of the soft skin. He immediately noticed a pink color appearing on her cheekbones. The aquamarine-haired girl felt her skin still tingling after the professor had touched her arm. She screamed at herself in her head to regain her composure.

Seventeen leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. "Tell me, miss Briefs, what is the daughter of the most intelligent woman in the world doing in my class?'.

Bra blushed a deeper shade of red. Of course the professor knew she was the daughter of one the greatest inventors in history. Her mother even provided this school with information! She had the urge to make up an excuse like always about her android part. But in some wicked way he enforced honesty within her. She briefly thought about it before she decided to answer his question. "I...I'm a cyborg and I wanted to learn more about myself. I was most of the time home tutored, but it was time for me to go back to school." She shyly smiled.

Seventeen seemed surprised. Not only was she a cyborg, it almost seemed like she had a crush on him. Maybe he could take advantage out of the situation. He slowly stepped forward and brought his mouth to her artificial ear slowly. Bra stopped breathing when her teacher started whispering to her. She felt the warmth radiating on her neck and his half long hair tickled her throat.

"I will tell you a secret. I'm an android." He pulled away a little and studied the look in her eyes thoroughly. The blue haired girl stared back up at him in shock. Her lips were slightly part and she was still holding in her breath.

"Maybe we should talk a little after class about our similarities next time." His voice deliberately turned husky. He leaned back on his desk again and let one corner of his mouth curl sexily.

The aqua daughter exhaled slowly and looked up at him with an almost adoring look on her face. "I'd like that."

"See you next class miss Briefs then." His voice had turned almost sing songy, but in his mind he already had calculated multiple ways of achieving his greatest desires. He smiled to himself smugly when he watched the aqua beauty walk out of the door. This ridiculous teaching had bored him for years now. Soon the world could be in his grasp.

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Even throughout the horrific cries of limbs slowly burning off, the clicking sound of high heels made the prince of all saiyans move his gaze from the television to his daughter. Bra greeted her father and received a grunt of acknowledgment in response. He frowned disapprovingly at her cloths. The mini Bulma only smiled back. She sat next to him on the couch and tried to indulge herself into the screen. But after a couple of seconds she had to look away. The most gruesome and bloody images passed by. A woman clutched herself to the man who was busy pulling out some of her bloody nails. She was begging him to stop and the despair in her eyes almost appeared real. It was the only thing her father wanted to watch in between the little time he allowed himself to take a rest from his training. She stared dreamily out of the window and sighed. This caught Vegeta's attention. He studied her features intently. The way she was acting and dressing the last three weeks annoyed him almost as much as the times the gravity chamber had been broken. It reminded him a lot of his woman years ago. He didn't want to give attention to it though, so he chose to remain silent and forced his gaze back to the screen where veins were popping open and sprayed crimson liquid on the wall.

Bra sighed again and walked to her room. Images of her professor whispering in her ear started to provoke fluttering butterflies in her stomach . She opened her closet and started to sort out the perfect outfit for next class. A happy tune that she'd heard on the radio that day got stuck in her mind. She'd got it figured out immediately. As always she was going to wear something provocative. This time she was going for a navy blue Japanese schoolgirl skirt. On top of that she chose a white blouse that really accentuated her slim and feminine figure. High navy pumps were the finishing touch. She would look extremely dazzling she chuckled. For one moment the pink cloud hovering around in her head vanished. What was she doing? What did she want to achieve with her beauty? Her eyes turned sad and she let herself fall backwards on her bed. She stared at her freshly painted white ceiling. Images of blue eyes with an almost metallic shimmer appeared in her imagination. She knew hooking up with her teacher was a big no-no, but somehow she still wanted to catch his attention. This realization made silent disappointment seep into her mind. Bra thought back to the tingly feeling that had lingered on her arm after he had touched it. She buried her face into a pillow. She felt ashamed lusting after her teacher. This was something that had never happened before. Of course, her home tutors had all been old and wrinkly, she thought. Despite the disillusionment she'd summoned, she softly chuckled. Questions started plaguing her mind then. Was he really an android, or was it just an excuse to talk to her after the next class. If he was really an android their similarities would bring them closer together. If he was lying just to talk to her, he was obviously interested in her in one way or another. Either way, it was a nice thought. Slowly the pink cloud invaded her mind again. Those light blue, almost metallic-like eyes....

She broke out of her thoughts due to the familiar buzzing erupting form the gravity room. Her eyes shot open. The two strongest ki's she knew well started spiking immediately. After so many years her brother had set a foot into the gravityroom again, she realized. Vivid memories started flooding the mind of Bra. She rolled out of bed and walked to the larger mirror in front of her closet. She pulled off her red top and stepped out of her skirt after she had tugged it down. There she was, in her underwear. Her long slim legs appeared to be strong and sexy. But the truth was that her whole left leg had been burned off and that her mother had replaced it with materials that resembled organic textures so she could wire a nervous system that could send signals to her brains. The result was that she could feel with her artificial leg. The bone, however, was made out of pure metal and poked into her hip joint. It was the same with her left arm. Her heart and her digestive system had been awfully damaged too. The physical pain she had endured the biggest part of her life had scarred her in more than one way. She pulled on a blue string and looked closely to it. It was fake, though you couldn't distinguish it from real hair. Tears welled up in her eyes when she recalled the initiator of all this hurt. She saw herself hurriedly walking towards the gravity chamber on her bare feet at a young age. A trail of tinkering long blue hair flying in the air was caused by the speed. She noticed tears falling down on her face in the mirror. Distant voices of her father and brother managed to pierce through the thick walls. The noises sounded neutral, from what she could pick up. More images of the accident danced into her mind.

She pressed her sensitive ear onto the door of the gravitychamber. Hot tears started slipping down her cheeks. She could literally feel them falling. A wave of shame washed over her. It was guilt. Her father would hate to see her like this. The little Bra tried to wipe her cheeks dry with her sleeve, but it was to no avail.

"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.

Her tears now fell on the grass and glistered as diamonds in the moonlight beautifully. But the little girl didn't pay any attention to it. This was all so wrong, she thought. When was this going to end? She silently started begging to stop.

"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.

Her begging got a little louder, but couldn't overpower the sound of scratching metal with her voice.

"You are nothing but a nuisance!"

"Please stop father...Don't hurt us anymore...please stop." Her pleadings were powerless against the aggression expanding in the gravityroom.

"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.

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Drops of sweat pearled down his head with his first 30 push ups with only 300 G's. It was embarrassing he thought, mentally shaking his head. He was taking a break to subdue his raged breath. His father looked over disapprovingly, but chose to remain silent, which he was grateful for. This was just a little warm up for his father he noted almost jealously. He watched how the Prince of all Saiyans was athletically doing back flips and throwing punches at incredible speed. He knew what his father was thinking. It had been a big step for him to train in the gravityroom. It was the area he had destroyed the entire left side of his sisters body. The old feeling of guilt immediately started pestering his conscience, with the upcoming thought. But on the other hand, he didn't want to shame his father any longer. Although his father had never said it out loud again after 'the accident', he could almost smell his accusations of disgracing him in the air. But it had been so extremely difficult for him to fight again, let alone step into the room where all his guilty feelings were the strongest.

He remembered it vividly now. He was fighting off his attacking father and tried to see through all the smoke and dust that had been created by the already destroyed parts of the gravityroom. Soft begs could be heard throughout the heavy metal door. It was almost as if he could hear her soft pleas to stop again. The memory felt so realistic it was almost like he could actually hear his sisters whimpering.

Suddenly his father directed his head towards the door. Something had pulled him out of his fighting trance. Could it be...? Realization struck him. At the same time the two Saiyans rushed towards the door. Shock paralyzed Vegeta a few seconds, while Trunks took a step back to register what was happening. Bra lay half naked on the grass shaking and crying violently. She was clawing off skin of her artificial leg and pulled out long blue strings from her head. Drops of crimson colored the grass brownish and small ripped out chunks of artificial flesh completed the disturbing image. The hysterical girl seemed oblivious to her surroundings and apparently was in some way reliving the accident. Their father was the first to react and forced her arms and legs tot he ground, so she couldn't damage herself anymore. She tried to bend herself repeatedly out of his grasp, but she was no match for his strength. Vegeta started yelling her name to bring her back to reality. The restraining arms of her father were translated by Bra as fallen off heavy materials from the explosion. The prince shook his daughter desperately, to bring bring back her consciousness. Slowly the blurring vision cleared and Bra looked right in the almost worrying eyes of her father. A tidal wave of pain washed all over the left side of her body and her head. Still drugged by the power of her memory, the aqua-haired cyborg tried to focus on the cause of her current state. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her brother frantically screaming for their mother.

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The woman was now trying to repair the artificial flesh his daughter had clawed out of her own limbs. He switched on the television to look at the most violent and bloody scenes from his new uncensored horror DVD collection. He knew exactly which scene that was. A man with thick glasses started squeezing limbs till the blood would spray out of their veins through the skin. The victims would scream in despair and shock. Compared to what he had just witnessed right next to the gravityroom, this scene wasn't by far as sickening. He stretched his muscles and thought about his daughter. Some drops of blood had fallen on his arms and his legs when he had brought her in the house. Of course it was no coincidence she was hurting herself on the first time he and his son were in the gravityroom together since the accident years ago. He listened to his son crying in the distance. For once he didn't mentally insult him for being a weakling. He tried to focus on the screen again.

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