Bra's Turning
Bra sat at her vanity in her yellow night tank and baby blue short shorts. She had just gotten out of the shower which her mother had suggested to her to help her calm down, after she had come home ranting and raving from her trip to the mall.
The shower had helped a bit, but she was still at seething point, and another thing that was irking her now, was it seemed her mother didn't care about her lovely Duvani high tops, and her Warnma clothes, and all of her other expensive items. Today had been a full day of shopping, with her dad, and she had taken full advantage of his company, or really the company of his wallet. Having received her Caps. MAX credit card for her 12th birthday was awesome, but it only had a $15, 000 dollar limit on it, no where near enough to cover a full day's worth of shopping. Her mother who normally cut her off at about $35 grand had remained at the compound, determined to find the location and functionality of the piece that had fallen from the ship that carried Trunks, Goku and apparently a stow away Pan to locate the black star dragon balls.
It was fine by her since her dad was going to pick up just a couple things for himself, she knew that was the gold ticket there, he never cut her off, there wasn't a dollar limit with her father, the shopping ended when he became hungry and irritable from lack of vigorous training and when his tolerance had been exceeded by no certain individuals, out in the public mall.
So she had racked in a lot of stuff today, just thinking of the baby pink Lacey Warnma dress with the matching overlay shawl being disintegrated by Gohan made her want to punch something .
She hissed a sigh, and jammed her hand down on the pump of her glitter lotion, depositing the contents into her hands and swiftly rubbing them together, before running them the links of her arms. She scowled something fierce as she moisturized and thought to herself, 'Gohan had better pay for all of it'.
Bra pushed herself up and walked over to her bed, grabbed her cell phone and checked her text messages, Marron had texted her back, 'OMG! Gohan, really?! Wow, uncle V is so gonna kill him.' She sighed and texted back quickly a response, and that's when her dad entered her room.
She quickly looked up to see him and totally bypassed the remark she would normally make about him not knocking for the more important question at hand, she jumped up "Daddy, did he pay for my stuff?!" she asked with much vigor.
Vegeta crossed his arms and simply stared at her with a light smirk on his face. Baby looked her over, 'this child has a strong hold over Vegeta's, dare I say, heart. She is held quite high in his opinion. For lack of anything else, the monkey at least sired striking spawn. I sense though that she has a mediocre power level, she is not a fighter, stronger than the average insects on this pitiful mud ball, but nothing in comparison to Goten or Gohan.'
"Dad, did Gohan pay for my stuff or not?!" she demanded, her fists clenching, in anger.
Baby couldn't deny the girl was beyond attractive, especially with the blue flames in her eyes. "Oh, he paid alright, as will all of you monkeys."
Bra looked at him bewildered, "Uh, ok, I'll bite, what are you talking about?" she asked crossing her arms and taking the stance that so mimicked his own.
Vegeta walked up to her, and stared down, his smirk growing wider.
Bra didn't know why but she was starting to feel nervous she backed away from him a little , "Dad, what's up with you, your acting way creepy?"
"Oh, everything is fine" he smiled and allowed the red lining of his original face to appear as a mask over Vegeta's, a significant difference to any with sight, "Everything is just fine!" he said with a hissing laugh.
Bra instantly jumped back, "Your not my dad." She gritted out, at him.
"Oh, I am, I am simply the better version of your ape of a father. Your father's form is all that was really required to bring my plan of the absolute extermination of the saiyjin race to present, and here we are. The King of Tuffles standing before one of the few remaining Saiyjin's, how befitting it is for you to cower before me, the last of the royal blood line of a savage race." He said lowly with a full smile.
Bra backed further away from him, closing the distance between herself and the bed, "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not scared of you, my dad wont let you control him." She said with a snarl.
"The only thing left of your traitorous father is this rather indestructible physical form, but no worries Saiyjin, even with your minute blip on the power scale you are still of some worth to me, as of now." He rushed her and quickly tossed her across the room, tossing her into the glass topped dresser, making both she and the glass top and it's contents shatter to the ground.
Bra hissed lightly as she pushed herself up, her palm was sliced wide and blood smeared the edges of her skin, she pulled the large glass shard out of her hand and dropped it to the ground.
Baby walked over to her to stand above her, "Oh, look at that, for so many years I wondered if you Saiyjin's ran warm blooded, I must admit Saiyjin it excites me to see. I'm going to enjoy spilling the tainted blood of the last remaining Saiyjin's, the royal bloodline meets its end at the hands of a tuffel!" he said with a hysterical laugh.
Bra could do nothing but stare at him as though he were crazed. " A What-el?" she said sarcastically, "I'd seriously re-think introducing yourself like that to a lot of people, not if you want them to take you seriously anyways." she said heatedly, with a scowl for only him.
Baby's smirk fell as he stared down the youth, long, damp, aqua strands fell down in the young girl's beautiful scowling features. He lowered himself , balancing on the front flats of his feet, noting the young girls breathing quickening and her eyes shooting a glance at the door, he smirked again discerning exactly what she was thinking, "Your mother can't help you now. You are the last, your mother was all to easy to overcome she..." Baby was cut off by the indiscernible speed hit that consisted of the young saiyjin using a piece of the broken glass to slash down his jaw and throat with a shove as well to move him out of her way.
She'd made it almost to the door when she was hit, hard, slamming into the wall and then being held there, her father's grip or truly Baby's grip tightening around her throat. His other hand gripped her small wrist tightly and slammed it above her head, she cried out painfully, pretty sure her hand had just been broken as she couldn't move it.
" I'll have you know child, your piece of trash of a father is very much aware of what is taking place here. He see's everything, as if I weren't present at all, though I am in control, he fights even now to regain that power, I felt he had broken as he watched as I handled your mother, I am glad to see that he is still present for the complete seizing of his family, for him to see and know that a tuffel brought about the complete destruction of the saiyjin kind is more than I could have ever asked for. To know he can see from a distance but is helpless to stop me,knowing he can do nothing to save you,... the last, his last chance." Baby sneered.
"He's panicking you know..." he breathed into her hair,he pushed back slightly and looked at her, tears had formed in Bra's eyes and were on the brink of overflowing, "My dad will kill you, the first chance he gets" she said hoarsely. "What say you, we give him one?" Bra's brows pulled down to look at him questioningly before the air picked up and Baby's body began to vibrate, her father's form took to super saiyjin and then his body was thrown back as a silver liquid stream propelled at a blinding rate towards her, she had fallen to the ground when her fathers body had been thrown back, and the silver liquid shot straight towards her, entering the cut on her palm.
The burning sensation that ripped through her was the worst pain Bra had ever experienced, the scream that she let out was blood-curdling, and unfortunately the only thing Vegeta could focus on, he was to weak to move, but watching Bra convulse on the floor, was far beyond more than enough to have him pulling from a strength that he had come to realize he only possessed once he had become a father.
"Grr...B...Baby...stop..this!" he demanded angrily, slowly dragging himself towards his daughter.
"Ugh...daddy!" she screamed as she thrashed violently. Her fingers clawing at the carpet, in search of a grip for anything.
"You Tuffel...coward. Have..you truly...decremented so far... that children are now your prey. How pathetic...you tuffels...truly are." he ground out.
Bra's body tossed for only a moment longer before she went unnervingly still. Vegeta could sense and hear the minute vibrations of her breathing, she was still alive and for the time being that was all that mattered.
The silver liquid stream once again extracted itself from the deep gash on his daughters hand, and Vegeta watched as it molded itself into the small form of the tuffel, whom he knew only as Baby. Vegeta glared at him, teeth grit and body so rigid from anger that he was starting to stiffen up due to the immobile state his body was in.
"You dare insult the tuffels you Saiyjin filth. Pathetic are we?...Just look at you, if we are pathetic, then where does that leave you, Hmm Saiyjin Prince? You are at my feet." he snidely remarked with a smirk.
Vegeta growled in response and once again tried to push himself to his knees with no success. Baby's smirk grew into an impish smile, "There is no use Saiyjin, from the moment I entered your detestable form, I have been draining your energy, only with my presence were you capable of your fighting skills and minute motions, I am your battery, you see. How does it feel Saiyjin, to know that you need me, a 'pathetic' tuffel?" he laughed, crossing his arms.
Vegeta closed his eyes and tried again, Baby stopped to watch him. "Try all you wish Saiyjin,the eggs that have been planted inside your body are pulling from your life's energy as we speak, there is nothing you can do...besides watch." he said heatedly. Baby paused for a moment, staring at Vegeta, smirk on and arms crossed.
It was only moments later that Bra's door opened once again and Bulma entered the massive bedroom.
Vegeta glared at his wife, she wore a short light pink spaghetti strapped nightgown, dotted with stains of blood from where her lip had bled after being hit by Baby in his form. The blood smeared from her lip up her cheek and the side of her chin. Baby had truly tried to stir him, with the internal threat of raping Bulma as Vegeta watched helpless to stop it. Baby hadn't, he had hit her and simply kissed her, using the wound to her lip to enter her body and take her over. Vegeta then too, was helpless to stop Baby, and was going mad in his mind with the knowledge and visual taunting of how useless he was. Baby had taken liberties with his wife, but he hadn't raped her, halting, Vegeta was sure due only to the fact that Baby had sensed his daughter's presence.
The sight of Bulma's blood angered him to no end, there had been only one other that he had ever witnessed lay a hand to his woman and that was the God of destruction, Bills. Even then Bills had declared that the rage Vegeta had demonstrated over the abuse of his wife made him one of the strongest opponents he had ever fought, no matter how short - lived the instance was, he felt that rage now, and couldn't do a damn thing about it. Bulma's eyes though were what caught his attention, were what had caught his attention from the very first time he laid eyes on her at Namek, and always on earth, they were a blue color he'd seen many times in his galactic travels, upon scenery only, never as a life source's trait, happy, determined, proud eyes, now over shadowed with black and a dark encircling that was a tuffel trait. They were lifeless of the woman he knew and filled with nothing.
"You requested my presence, Lord Baby." she stated in a monotone.
"Indeed I did Bulma. You will deal with our child, she's been quite a handful." Baby said chuckling, turning his stare from Vegeta to Bulma and back.
"As you wish, Lord Baby." She mono toned again. She took the few short steps to Bra and knelt down, gripping her by her arm she jerked her up in one fluid motion, with a strength Vegeta knew Bulma had definitely never possessed. Bulma rising with her, tossed Bra back across the room where she crashed into her vanity mirror and fell atop the table portion.
"Bulma" Vegeta sneered angrily, gaining no ones attention but Baby's who only smirked. Bulma casually walked over to the vanity and stood watching her daughter. Bulma reached down and grabbed a fistful of her daughters hair, pulling tightly she said, "Open your eyes." Bra's eyes fluttered open and she stared momentarily at the ceiling as her eyes adjusted, the black outline forming prominently around her eyes.
Bulma released her hair with a smirk and stood back, Bra sat up slowly, popped her neck and turned her vision towards Bulma. Bulma merely lifted her chin, a silent statement that told Bra she was not only her her superior but the would be second in command, Bra's line of sight then turned to Baby, "Lord baby?" she quietly called.
"All is well my child. Go with Bulma and see that the others are preparing for the return of the miscreant space three. They I fear will cause a slight disturbance in our work, but we will be prepared for them." His short stature sounded.
Bra responded in kind with a "As you wish, Lord Baby" a slight bow and then preceded Bulma out of the room.
Bulma had stopped in the doorway turned to look at the saiyjin on the floor and then stoically owed after Bra.
Vegeta grit his teeth, and with what little energy he had slammed his fist down on the floor, unable to move hardly anything else.
"Tantrums, tantrums saiyjin. Tis a sign things are getting to you." the short imp smirked.
"You will die baby!" Vegeta Harshly sounded. "If not by my hand, then assuredly by Kakarot's. Your fate was sealed the moment you set foot on earth." Vegeta hissed vehemently from his place on the floor.
"I will perish saiyjin, but not before I see the tuffel race revived, and only then with glory at my back, as their ruler." His sneer grew wide. "Enough talk, there is much to be done, I do believe your son and his company will be arriving shortly, we should be there to greet him, don't you think." Baby said as he took the few steps to Vegeta.
Vegeta again tried to heave himself up with the same success as before. "Stubborn Saiyjin, keep up the fight. It makes your capture all the sweeter." Vegeta glared at him with grit teeth. Baby laughed again and quickly liquified, the metallic liquid rushed for the gash running down Vegeta's jaw and throat. Vegeta grunted roughly in pain but refused to holler out. The burning sensation filled his veins and his whole body began to tingle and run hot. Within seconds he too was writhing in his attempt to fight off baby while also being enveloped in the inner flames of his body, "This is Not how it will end." was his final derisive thought to baby.
After only a few short moments Baby was once again in full control of the body who had fought him so fiercely, he pushed himself up, pausing for just a moment to gain his bearings. Baby smirked and walked over to the smashed vanity to look at himself in a few of the remaining pieces of mirror that hung loosely from the oval canvasing, he watched as the gash healed up immediately on his face and then rolled his shoulder's back.
"That's more like it." he jeered. "You are correct saiyjin, this is not how it will end, but how it will all begin,the revival of the Tuffels and the end of all Saiyjins and all by your hand". Baby smirked again, then turned to exit the room and go to await the arrival of Trunks, Pan and Goku.