Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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Chapter Four
Bra Staired into her father's unfeeling eyes, infuriated. Yamcha had been right; her father had never deserved her mother.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Bra?", her fath-...no, the evil Saiyan prince Vegeta said.
"Why do you think?! You had no right to treat him like that!"
"The weakling had it coming to him.", Vegeta said.
"Mom, don't you see anything wrong with this?!", Bra asked desperately.
"Hm.", her mother pondered, "Well, your father might have been a little mean, but Yamcha shouldn't be telling you anything that we wouldn't approve of. What was he telling you anyway?"
She didn't answer.
"Bra!", Vegeta persisted.
"He was telling me the truth about how you and mom got together, Vegeta!", she said to him.
By now, everyone at the party was backed up, watching and listening. Vegeta looked both ways, at all of the eyes stairing at him, all of the people listening intently to thier conversation about this sensitive subject, and some color appeared on his cheeks.
Bra smirked. "Feh. You act all tough, but when it comes to feelings, your just a hopeless coward."
"Watch it, Brat!!!", Vegeta yelled, walking closer so he could scream in her face, "If Trunks had disrespected me at your age, or any age for that matter-!...well,", he said, glancing at Trunks, "he could probebly tell you himself."
Trunks flinched, and his eyes widened knowingly, as he moved a little farther from the scene.
"That's just it!", Bra said, unafraid, "You never did deserve mom. This should never have been your family!"
"What ARE you talking about?!", he asked.
"You should've died at the hands of Krillin the first time you came to purge this planet, just like you've always deserved!"
Somewhere in the back, Krillin jumped behind his wife.
Vegeta spoke again after a pause. "If I had died you would never had existed, and that's on;y if this planet somehow wasn't gone ten times over in my absence, and in the absence of my son! Think about it, you spoiled little brat!!!"
"Oh, spoiled?! So, it's right back to your excuses, huh?! That you were treated badly as a child?! Well, if your life was so bad, why did you always smirk in the face of preventable murder. I've heared stories. Everyone who you've killed and wish back remembers one thing, that satisfied, sadistic smirk!"
"You...!!!", Vegeta said, through clenched teeth. Now everyone in the room was shivering.
"And don't think that your other little arguement changes my oppinion at all! I would gladly give my life, my very existance to send you to hell where you belong!!!", she yelled.
Vegeta's fists clenched, and a little blood could be seen dripping through his fingers as his hair turned yellow, and his eyes green. For the first time in this whole arguement, swhe felt fear. Vegeta screamed, "YOU BRAT!!!!!!!" He lifted a powerful hand, and beat her in the face onto the ground.
Shivering, she lifted a hand to her stinging face. He had torn the skin to the cheekbone. The blood was gushing. She felt her eyes watering, not because of the pain, but because her father had never hit her before. She'd never known what a beating felt like. She almost felt empathy for her father at that moment, because this had been an evey day thing in his childhood, but then remembered that although it was harsh, he, of all people, deserved it.
Her father powered down. There was fear in his eyes also. "Bra...", he said, walkin toward her.
She got up, and walked backward. "Get away from me."
"Princess..."
She flew out without a destinaltion, but almost authimatically, she knew where she was going.
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From The Author: Sorry for the lack of updates. I have been on a camping trip, and I'm only home for a couple of hours, so I have to hurry up and upload this thing! Please review!
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Chapter Four
Bra Staired into her father's unfeeling eyes, infuriated. Yamcha had been right; her father had never deserved her mother.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Bra?", her fath-...no, the evil Saiyan prince Vegeta said.
"Why do you think?! You had no right to treat him like that!"
"The weakling had it coming to him.", Vegeta said.
"Mom, don't you see anything wrong with this?!", Bra asked desperately.
"Hm.", her mother pondered, "Well, your father might have been a little mean, but Yamcha shouldn't be telling you anything that we wouldn't approve of. What was he telling you anyway?"
She didn't answer.
"Bra!", Vegeta persisted.
"He was telling me the truth about how you and mom got together, Vegeta!", she said to him.
By now, everyone at the party was backed up, watching and listening. Vegeta looked both ways, at all of the eyes stairing at him, all of the people listening intently to thier conversation about this sensitive subject, and some color appeared on his cheeks.
Bra smirked. "Feh. You act all tough, but when it comes to feelings, your just a hopeless coward."
"Watch it, Brat!!!", Vegeta yelled, walking closer so he could scream in her face, "If Trunks had disrespected me at your age, or any age for that matter-!...well,", he said, glancing at Trunks, "he could probebly tell you himself."
Trunks flinched, and his eyes widened knowingly, as he moved a little farther from the scene.
"That's just it!", Bra said, unafraid, "You never did deserve mom. This should never have been your family!"
"What ARE you talking about?!", he asked.
"You should've died at the hands of Krillin the first time you came to purge this planet, just like you've always deserved!"
Somewhere in the back, Krillin jumped behind his wife.
Vegeta spoke again after a pause. "If I had died you would never had existed, and that's on;y if this planet somehow wasn't gone ten times over in my absence, and in the absence of my son! Think about it, you spoiled little brat!!!"
"Oh, spoiled?! So, it's right back to your excuses, huh?! That you were treated badly as a child?! Well, if your life was so bad, why did you always smirk in the face of preventable murder. I've heared stories. Everyone who you've killed and wish back remembers one thing, that satisfied, sadistic smirk!"
"You...!!!", Vegeta said, through clenched teeth. Now everyone in the room was shivering.
"And don't think that your other little arguement changes my oppinion at all! I would gladly give my life, my very existance to send you to hell where you belong!!!", she yelled.
Vegeta's fists clenched, and a little blood could be seen dripping through his fingers as his hair turned yellow, and his eyes green. For the first time in this whole arguement, swhe felt fear. Vegeta screamed, "YOU BRAT!!!!!!!" He lifted a powerful hand, and beat her in the face onto the ground.
Shivering, she lifted a hand to her stinging face. He had torn the skin to the cheekbone. The blood was gushing. She felt her eyes watering, not because of the pain, but because her father had never hit her before. She'd never known what a beating felt like. She almost felt empathy for her father at that moment, because this had been an evey day thing in his childhood, but then remembered that although it was harsh, he, of all people, deserved it.
Her father powered down. There was fear in his eyes also. "Bra...", he said, walkin toward her.
She got up, and walked backward. "Get away from me."
"Princess..."
She flew out without a destinaltion, but almost authimatically, she knew where she was going.
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From The Author: Sorry for the lack of updates. I have been on a camping trip, and I'm only home for a couple of hours, so I have to hurry up and upload this thing! Please review!