A/N: The next few chapters go back in time a few days before Bra's death
A/N: The next few chapters go back
in time a few days before Bra's death. They'll kinda
explain what happened to her (plus, they'll be more t/p for
u fans ^^)
Anyways, thanks for the kind
reviewsthough I think the reviewers are all crazy. I wrote
this crap in ten mins! ^^;
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It was so cold here in this vast
empty dreamland where darkness ruled. She watched her breath rise
into the chilled night air. The young teenager shivered in her
thin, silk night dress (only the best for Bra Briefs, of course).
Another shiver travelled up her spine. She hated this place. It
was so lifeless. But she couldn't run away from it. Or
rather, she couldn't run away from him. For this was
all a dream, and she could never escape what dwelled in the
depths of her once so innocent mind.
Suddenly, she felt his icy, bony
fingers snake around her wrist.
"Let me go!" Bra
squealed, trying to twist out of his hold. His clawed, tight grip
was burning her pale skin. The black cloaked demon's touch
should have hurt her, yet Bra almost had this feeling of comfort
every time he came to her in her dreams. The temptation was
growing stronger every night
How did this happen to me?
She thought as the tears cascaded down her soft cheeks.
No. She refused to let him keep
her here. She refused to give up. After all, she was the princess
of all Saiyans. Besides, what would daddy think if I gave up? With
that last thought, Bra jerked out of his grasp. She smiled at him
triumphantly, but all she could make out from behind folds of his
hood were two icy blue eyes staring down at her with a look of
contempt. Then slowly, and rather unsurely, he extended his arm
out towards her.
Bra shivered, but not from the cold. It was he who made her
shudder; disgusted by his very appearance. His skin was crusted
and flaking. The flesh on his hands and fingers was near to
rotting away completely. When he touched her, all she could feel
were the hard, white tips of icy bone.
For the last 4 weeks he had come
to Bra in her sleep. He would speak of his undying love and
affection for her, and every night she reared back in repulsion.
She was trying his patience.
"What will you be when they've
all grown up and left you?! You'll be alone! Unloved! Why
would you wish for that?!" He spat out angrily. "Listen
to me Hikari, I can make your life Heaven or I can make it Hell!"
Bra glared at him before turning
her icy gaze to the ground. Jareth' never stayed angry
with her for long, however. After all, how could he possibly stay
mad at his little blue eyed angel'? Jareth shook his
head slightly then chuckled softly.
He always surprised Bra when he
laughed. There was no doubt that he was evil, but when he spoke,
his voice was so soft and soothing. It was not the cruel, mocking
laughter like that of Frieza or Cell's. He almost sounded
human.
Once again he extended his hand
out towards her. And this time she took it
Images flew passed her as they
walked through the never-ending darkness together; hand in hand.
The images were mostly of her
friends and family. Her father, the renowned prince of all
Saiyans. Her beautiful mother, the founder of Capsule Corporation.
Her handsome brother, now the President of Capsule Corp. Her best
friend, Son Pan, surrounded by her loving family. They were all
heroes in their own right.
"Look at them all. Watch,
princess. Watch and tell me who they are."
Bra frowned. Didn't he know
already? She was certain that in his own mysterious way, Jareth
knew every single detail about her friends and family. Then what
did he mean by that question?
The black cloaked demon gazed down
at his distressed princess. "Tell me, my Hikari, what do
they have in common?"
Bra shuddered at the nickname he
had given her. The nickname itself was sweet but for him to be
calling her that—
It was just wrong!
Then suddenly Bra realised what
Jareth had meant as she gazed at all the proud Z Warriors
standing together.
Son Goku, the greatest fighter in
the entire universe.
Her mother, the most intelligent
woman in the world.
Son Gohan and Goten. The two
powerful sons of Goku and ChiChi.
Piccolo, the Super Namek, not to
mention Gohan's ex-sensei and gallant saviour on more than
one occasion.
Her father, the second most
powerful creature in the universe and probably the only person
who could stand up to Goku in a fight.
What did they all have in common?
They were all strong. From Pan to Chaozu, they were all heroes.
She was not. And it was something which had plagued her forever.
How could he know her every weakness! It wasn't fair!
Bra fell to her knees, hands
covering her face in an attempt to block out these pictures.
"What do you want from me?"
She choked on her words as the hard lump in her throat grew.
Jareth was hesitant for a moment, but after a few minutes of
haunting silence in a land of darkness, he spoke.
"They don't deserve you."
Bra gazed up at the creature of
darkness before her. "Oh! And I suppose you do!!"
She snapped and glared up at him. Jareth's two pale, pupil-less
eyes softened and his clawed, rotten hand brushed her pale cheek
in one soothing stroke.
"Hikari, you are so beautiful,
did you know that?" Bra choked back on another sob, and
clambered to her feet.
"I won't stay you."
She growled, shaking her head. But even as she spoke, her words
sounded dangerously shallow. "I won't!!"
The cloaked shadow-man paused, a
cruel smile playing across his thin grey lips. Searching her mind,
he had finally found what was keeping her from breaking.
"He does not love you, Bra."
Bra's head snapped up. "Wh-what?"
she stammered.
"Watch" With a
wave of his hand, an image appeared infront of her eyes. It was a
picture of a couple she knew all too well. A young, beautiful
woman with flowing auburn hair, had her arms wrapped around the
son of the most powerful man in the universe. Bra watched with
wide eyes as her best friend's uncle, the man who she
had undoubtedly fallen in love with, turned towards the girl and
kissed her. The object of her affection would not, could not
be him not ever.
Fate could be cruel.
Bra began shaking her head in
denial. She simply refused to believe her eyes. "no. I
don't care I won't care!!" She screamed
before turning on her heal and running into the endless darkness.
Jareth smiled contentedly.
Bra had been wrong. She was strong
like the others. But like the others, she too had a weakness. And
he had found it.
The game had been won.
And soon he would claim his prize.
~*~
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Wanna flame
me for coming up with such a crappy story? Be my guest! ^__^
I'll post the next chapter soon. It's already written,
I just need to edit it & stuff.
& before I forget, I'll be
changing the title to "Within Me" so if u
actually wanna read the next chap. that's what it's called now.
Ja ne!
~Starkiller signing out!