She hugged her shoulders as she walked into a silent street. Three days ago it was the most spectacular thing she had ever seen. All those lights, smells from inside tall, colourful buildings and the fact that she felt strange sensations that she never had felt before… heat and cold (as her kind had never had need for senses). But her fascination in the experiences had now subsided. She had no need to see. She didn't desire to feel the icy breeze against her almost naked body, or the heat radiated from the buildings. All she could think of was her flaw less plan, which had failed anyway.

"Fancy meeting you here," a familiar tone came from behind her. She froze for a moment, not believing what she was hearing.

"Why did you follow me, Trunks?" she whispered almost inaudibly as she turned around to face her older brother. She looked into his eyes, as pale and cold as hers. But she couldn't keep eye contact with him for long. She knew that she had betrayed all that is Mermish, and therefore had to suffer the shame. She looked away. But Trunks didn't seem the slightest bit angry at her betrayal, nor in anyway amused by his sister's shame. He looked down at her sympathetically.

"Pan told me everything," he said gently, reaching out to his little sister. "I decided to go after you, but it was too late. I saw you eat that plant." Bra looked up her brother once more, seeking a way to apologise to him without having had to say it. Trunks smiled warmly down at her. "Don't be ashamed, we are both guilty of the same crime." That was when Bra realised something rather important…

"You… you've got legs!" she said, wide-eyed, standing a step back to have a full view of them. Trunks' smile turned into a grin.

"I wasn't gonna let you have all the fun," he said, almost laughing at the thought.

"But… but… you know the price, don't you?" Bra said, with concern in her voice.

"Yep," he replied bluntly.

"Then… why…"

"You only live once," he shrugged.

"You're crazy!" Bra said, raising her voice slightly.

"Well at least I'm not 'boy crazy'," Trunks replied with a smirk.

"You don't understand!" Bra was getting scared. She was living a dangerous dream, one that she didn't want to others to suffer from. It was her private fight for affection… something Trunks couldn't possibly be trying to fight for too. Her face turned bleak. She didn't want her brother to share her fate.

"Hey sis, don't sweat it," Trunks said, reassuringly.

"What's sweat?" Bra said, starting to shiver from the icy sea breezes blowing on her arms.

"You'll find that out soon enough," Trunks chuckled. "By the way, what did you do to that girl?"

"Huh?"

"You know, the one you hated more than death?" Bra stood shell socked for a moment. For one, she didn't understand how he knew about that girl. And another thing, why did he think Bra did anything to her… Trunks read her face like a book. "Well, Pan pretty much told me every horrible detail, including the guy you wanna steal."

"I didn't lay a finger on her!"

"Hey, we're family. I'm not gonna convict you if you tell me."

"But I didn't come near her!"

"But you somehow managed to push dream boy into the sea, so how can you not possibly have done anything to his girl?" Trunks said, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone of voice.

"Wait a second, how do you know I pushed that boy into the water?" Bra said.

"Well, it wasn't very hard to find you after I became human. Of course, I didn't set out to look for you straight away; I wanted to experience the human life. After I took in as much about humanity as I could possibly handle, I just took Pan's advice and went straight for the little beach. I saw you push him in then forge a rescue then…" Trunks trailed off once he saw Bra looking down at her feet.

"He didn't want me, Trunks," she whispered, sniffing back her tears. "I saved his life and he still didn't want me."

"Nonsense, sis," her big brother replied, patting Bra on her back as tears started streaming out of her eyes. "He just… err… didn't understand you, that's all." Bra wiped her one eye with the back of her hand. She sniffed, then smiled timidly up at her brother.

"You really think that was the problem?" she asked, her voice still a little shaky.

"Sure, all you need to do is learn English."

"Ing-gel-lesh?"

"That's the language they speak here," Trunks said.

"But… how can I learn Ingelesh? The humans wouldn't even look at me."

"Leave that to me, sis," Trunks said, taking his sister by the hand and leading her down the silent street.