Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the DBZ characters…if I did, do you think I'd be writing these stories…nope!Author Notes:
Anyway I finally came up with a chappie 3 for this story n it is also the final and last chappie too of this story I've ran out of ideas n it wasn't meant to be a long ficcy anyway…I have to dedicate this chapter to Callisto Firestarter for giving me the idea…well ill start writing…I hope this chappie is a good closing one…I'm not using a song in this one but right now I'm listening to Celine Dion- All Coming Back to me….which is a lovely song….well ja ne, enjoy!----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 3: Let Go
Bra stood infront of her father's grave. The wind howled around the graveyard. It danced around the leave barren tree branches. The sky was overcast with dull grey clouds. Bra shivered pulling her fleece top up more, covering her chin. Her aquamarine hair was wrapped up in a low ponytail. She was wearing a hat over it. Her black flares covered her trainers, which stood on crushed and crumpled leaves. The seventeen-year-old demi-saiyajin crouched down and placed a bunch of flowers just in front of the grey gravestone. It was the fifth anniversary of his death. His murder. She stood up, tears filled her eyes. She looked at the white inscription on the gravestone. She brushed some fresh tears away from her dampened cheeks. She closed her eyes finally ready to leave, although she would be back the following week. She opened her eyes and screamed when she turned around to leave. In front of her stood a man just a little taller than her. He had black spiky hair, which dipped into his forehead like a 'V' shape. His ebony eyes looked into her sapphire blue eyes. He was wearing a black vest with black trousers. A buckle belt around his waist, looped onto his trousers. He wore fingerless black gloves over his hands and black boots on his feet. He smiled at Bra. Bra stopped screaming and covered her mouth with a hand. Was it really him? Was he really there? No, he's dead, she thought. She closed her eyes thinking it was all in her imagination. She opened her eyes; he still remained in front of her. Bra's blue eyes filled up more tears. "Daddy?" "Princess," he nodded. Bra threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her in a hug. Bra burst into more tears, sobbing on Vegeta's shoulder. "It's really you!" she exclaimed through tears. "I've missed you so much daddy!" Vegeta rubbed her back, comforting her. "Yes it's really me Princess. I've missed you too!" Bra pulled away from the hug, she looked into his eyes. "Does this mean you're back for good?" Her eyes danced with joy, a massive smile painted on her lips. Vegeta's eyes filled with sadness. Bra watched them, her smile fading and tears returned to her eyes. "You're not, are you?" Vegeta nodded up, motioning for her to see the halo, which hovered above his hair. "I can't. I'm sorry." Bra looked at the halo; the fresh tears fell from her eyes. "Why can't you? Why
did you leave us? What are you doing here?" She ran from her father. "Bra? Wait?" he appeared in front of her, grabbing her shoulders, making her stop running. She collapsed into more tears on him. "I wish I was here to stay, honestly! I miss your mother, your brother and you! But I can't. If I had known my visit would upset you I wouldn't have came. But I need to tell you something. And I need you to pass a message onto Trunks." Bra stopped crying and looked at her father. "What is it?" She sniffed. "Trunks has to stop beating himself up about me death being his fault. It wasn't. No one was to know I was going to be killed. Its called fate. Will you tell him?" He asked his demi-saiyajin daughter. She nodded her head in answer, silently. "Good and now I want you to stop doing this to yourself." Bra looked at him puzzled. "Doing what to myself?" Suddenly Vegeta produced a mirror in his hand. He handed it to Bra. She took it and looked in it. It revealed a very pale skinned reflection with tired blue eyes. Her that once bounced was flat and lifeless. She looked generally awful. "This is what will happen if you don't learn to let go." He told her. She looked at him," You want me to forget you!" she shrilly cried at him. "No, you will never forget me, I will always be your father, no matter where I am. But you need to let go of the past. It's making you ill, you have to see this princess. Your mother and Kakarotto's brat, Goten do." Bra looked back at her reflection. "They do?" Vegeta looked at his teen daughter. "Bra I will always be with you, but it's time to let go of the past." Bra looked at the saiyajin prince. "I understand daddy." She smiled. He smiled back, then his expression changed. "What is it now?" Bra asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. "I have to go now, Princess." His face and voice filled with sadness. Bra started crying again. "No daddy, there's more I have to tell you." Vegeta too had tears in his eyes. "Bra I already know and I'm proud of you. I always have been and will." He placed his gloved hand on her cheek; she covered it with both her hands, closing her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks. "I will always be watching over you. I'm there in the air, the sun, the shadows, everything. I love you my little Princess." He pulled her forward and kissed her forehead. "You will always be my little girl, my little princess." Bra cried even more knowing their time was up. "Daddy, I love you too. I'll never forget you." Vegeta removed his hand. "You never will, I'm always there watching over you. I'm in the stars and the moon, remember that." With that he was gone.
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Bra shot up in bed. Her eyes trimmed with water. But this time she didn't break down and cry. She looked to her side; she looked at the dark headed man, lying so peaceful in her in bed. His sleeping angelic face made her smile. She carefully got up, so not to disturb him. She pulled back the curtains to the French door, which led out onto a balcony. She walked out onto the balcony and rested her elbows on the balcony railing. The night air was crisp. Her breath frosted as she exhaled. A big full moon shone down on her with millions of stars twinkling around it. She wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders, she was a little cold only a slinky nightdress. She looked at the moon and smiled. She always came out here after she woke up from dreams; she had a reason to. She remained to stare at the moon, resting her chin in her elbows. "Mommy, I had a nightmare." A sleepy voice said behind her. She turned round and looked at the small boy in front of her. He was rubbing his right eye, one pyjama trouser leg ridden up his leg, his floppy black hair ruffled up. She smiled and walked over to him. She cuddled him, ruffling his jet-black hair. "It's okay sweetie." "Is everything okay?" The dark headed man appeared at the French doors entrance. He scratched his head under his messed up black hair. Then he shivered and wrapped his arms around his naked chest; he was only in jogging bottoms. Bra looked up and smiled at him, still hugging her son. "Jesse just had a nightmare, that's all Goten." "Oh." Goten walked out to them and picked up his son. "Hey sport how do you say you come and sleep in our bed tonight?" He smiled at his son, who resembled him so much. He looked at his wife. "That is if it's okay with your mommy of course." Jesse looked at his mother. She smiled and nodded her hair. Goten looked back to Jesse. "Now where's your favorite toy?" He asked the small boy. "I left Tiger in my room." He answered his father. "Well let's go get him." Goten smiled, he looked at Bra, who was once again looking at the moon. "Bra you coming?" "Huh?" She turned around to Goten, he smiled at her. "I'll be there in a minute." She smiled. Goten nodded and then went back inside. Bra looked at the moon again. "Night daddy, I love you." She spoke to the moon. She then went inside. She had finally let go of the past that haunted her so much.
Vegeta watched her from the other world. "Good night Princess. I'm so proud of you." "Vegeta? You coming?" A voice invaded his thoughts. He turned around. "Huh? What is it Kakarotto?" Vegeta looked at the goofy smiling saiyajin. "You ready for round two?" Goku smiled. "If you want ass kicked, yeah." Vegeta smirked. Goku laughed. "We'll see." The two saiyajins then started round two of their sparring match.
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Okies I changed the plan a little bit….Okies so it wont be so confusing…Bra had the dream 5 years ago…and it's been ten years since Vegeta died. And in the last five years Bra and Goten got married and had a little boy….who I am just going to have to draw…and every night if Bra wakes up she goes out the balcony to the moon and speaks to her father…and Vegeta is watching over her still….I dunno how Goku died, but I thought id have him in heaven with Vegeta to bug him…well this is where this story ends…I hope it wasn't a too crappy ending…well til next time….
Claire
