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***WARNING: A bit strange, that's all. Mysterious, bit confusing. MORE IN LATER CHAPTERS!

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Speak!
~A Dragonball Z Alternate Reality Fanfiction
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Part Three - Shhhh...
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Bra wasn't speaking.

Bulma tried, Trunks tried, even her father...but Bra refused to speak.

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~{Trunks}~

This wasn't my sister. This couldn't be my sister.

The loud, blue-haired drama queen I'd once known is gone. The girl who'd fight me on just about everything she wore now wears baggy clothes and turtlenecks and long pants- things I didn't think I'd ever even seen my sister in . She hardly ever wore pants, and when she did they were skin tight.

The strange thing is, that I don't blame her. What's the use of talking now? Talking is sharing. And sharing is dangerous.

~{Bra}~

Eveyone hassles me now-a-days. I think they've figured out that I don't talk much, and it bugs them. Maybe, maybe I just don't have anything to say.

~{Pan}~

Last night I had a dream. It was strange, I was with Juunana, and we were making love.

Doesn't sound so strange?

Well, it is. The thing is, we haven't made love since the accident. And, well, I can barely remember anything before the accident. I certainly don't ever remember us making love.

We were in my room, and he came in. I couldn't really see his face- it was one of those dreams. But I could just make out long hair. And blue eyes.

~{Bra}~

Mother decided that it was time for me to return to school last week. I thought I couldn't, because I kept throwing up. But I didn't say anything. Because then she would've asked what was wrong. And then I would have to tell her.

~{Goten}~

I'm haunted by that night at the lake. I can still remember, how good it felt, how wonderful the night was. I can still remember, being with Bra, kissing her, thinking how much of a dream it all felt like. Nightmare, maybe.

~{Juuhachi}~

Bulma says she's dead.

Dead.

She won't get up anymore, or drink juice anymore, or dance anymore.

Just gone.

But it's weird. She's not gone. She right there. I see her, everyday. I sit by her bed, and just wait. Wait for her to wake up get up, dance, sing, and say "Psych! I got you mom!" like she used to do when she was little. She's not gone. She's right here. It doesn't make sense.

I asked Kuririn this, and he sighed. His hair is turning gray, and his face is getting pale. And I can see, I can see that soon, he will leave me too.

"That's just her body, Juu-chan. She's left it, gone up to Heaven some where." He spoke to me as if I was a child. And I felt like a child. Because I couldn't understand it.

If that's her body, why can't she get back in it?

~{Bra}~

Mom came int my room last night.

Mom: Bra, honey, are you up to school tommorrow.

Me (hiding under the covers): [shakes head]

Mom: You've been vomiting. Do you want to go see the doctor?

Me: [shakes head]

Mom: Hun. say something. Talk to me! I know something is bothering you, damnit, Bra!

My throat was sore and raw. Like the words were trying to claw their way out. But I couldn't let them. I ground my teeth down so hard, I thought I could feel the root. I stared up at her.

Mom: [pitiful look] Okay. I understand.

And then she left. I got up and went to my bathroom, and washed my face. I scrubbed it so hard, that there was nothng left. Slick, smooth, clean nothing. Just like the ice.

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