A/N More talk of the rape, but from Bra's POV. Still not enough to make it lemony, but enough to make it ineligible for the T rating. Enjoy!

Hatred and Grief

Five hours earlier:

It had been another Friday night Frat House party like so many she'd attended that semester. The music was awesome', and the drinks were killer. Seriously, that should set something off. That guy from her BioChem was giving her these kickass drinks. They were so good, and so strong. Before she knew it she was stumbling around when that one sweet boy from her Calculus class offered to help her. She was surprised by his kind gesture. He'd asked her out a week ago and she'd put him down hard in front of her friends.
Honestly it had mostly been for show. Had he been alone she probably would've let him down easy. After this she might even let him take her out for coffee. She said as much, but it came out slurred beyond recognition. She caught sight of a room at the end of the hall with large oak double doors as she passed out.

An hour later:

She slowly regained consciousness. She felt odd. She felt violated.
"Holy shit! I'm being raped!" were the first coherent thoughts to pass through her mind. The guy from Biochem was gyrating on top of her. She began flailing and screaming, she felt so weak and so sluggish like she was moving in syrup. Blows that would've normally killed a man were little more than a discomfort. It hit her. She'd been drugged to the point that she was no stronger than a normal human girl. Her arms were restrained by two others who reeked of sex, and her... They had raped her too. She flailed, she screamed, but it was all for nothing. She was helpless. The boy from Biochem finished and cleaned himself up.
"Calm down, Bra." she said to herself. "There was no way to overpower these three in my current state. I need to stay calm and take in my surroundings, and study my captors.
She recognized the boy on her right as the one who had helped her, and apparently helped himself soon after. The other boy was one she'd seen around. He wasn't in any of her classes, but she'd seen him at plenty of parties.
She knew who they were. All she had to do was stay alive, and her assailants would be brought to justice. She was starting to get her strength back. Her Saiyan metabolism was winning out against whatever she'd been given. Just a little longer and she could break free, and escape.
The boy from BioChem pulled a syringe from his coat pocket.
"What's that?" the boy on her right asked.
Bra couldn't repress the urge to scream as the boy from Biochem pulled the cap off and tested the syringe.
"Ketamine. It's a horse tranquilizer." he said cooly.
"Won't that kill her?" the boy on her left asked.
"Probably not," Biochem boy responded, "I put twice this amount in her drink, and she was only out for an hour."
He sunk the needle into her arm, and she felt the contents rush into her bloodstream. She began to weaken again, and she knew all hope was lost. She raised her head in one final act of defiance before she fell uncoscious and the most threatening thing she could think of.
"My daddy is going to kill you all."

She'd been thrashing in the trunk for a few minutes before they came to a stop. Not enough time for the drugs to wear off completely. She heard them arguing about killing her. It was too bad that the only one opposed to it seemed to be more of a follower.
One of her captors wrestled her out of the trunk. She'd had more time to regain her strength than last time. She wasn't strong enough to break her ropes yet, and had she not been bound she would've at least escaped if not beaten the trio to a bloody pulp the likes of which would've made her father proud.
When she saw that Biochem boy was holding a gun she knew she didn't have a hope, but dammit she was a princess of a warrior race, and she would not meet her end lying on the ground like a worthless piece of gutter trash. She forced herself to stand on her bound feet. Balance was precarious at best, but she'd face her murders and look them in the eyes.
The lone detractor pleaded for her life again, but his plea was rejected. He looked at her standing there with admiration in his eyes, and said. "Bra Brief would never back down from anyone." The Biochem boy agreed and shot three times. She felt the sting as the hot copper jacketed rounds sunk into her skin only to bounce off of her sturdy Saiyan ribs. The force of these projectiles had been enough to knock her over and off the cliff. She'd hit a few rocks on the way down, but in the end had no broken bones.

If she hadn't just been gang raped, shot, and left for dead she would have been just fine, peachy even. "Sons of Bitches!" she bellowed into the pitch black sky.
She trudged across the wasteland through the night slowly regaining strength enough to fly. Without thinking she went in the direction of West City. She'd been drugged, raped, shot. Her favorite top was ruined. Her pride and honor had been tarnished by a small gang of worthless commoners. She wasn't going to let it go unpunished.
Certainly once she regained her ki she thought long and hard about following them home and exacting her vengence that night, but they deserved far worse than a quick death no matter how painful. So without even thinking about where she was going she headed towards to the one person who understood the need to keep one's pride better than anyone. The one person who would fight to defend her honor more fiercely than anyone. The one person who could plan her revenge more grusomely than anyone.

One lone figure was heading to the Gravity Machine at 5am. She landed infront of him in her bloody tattered clothes and with tears in her hollow eyes she threw her arms around him.
"Daddy."

A/N There really isn't an excuse for this taking so long. I wrote this the same night as the first chapter.
I noticed a lot of you thought I was gonna kill off Bra. Had that happened there would've been one other chapter detailing how Vegeta talked everyone his family into an interstellar vacation and blew up the planet behind them.
Review please.