I closed my eyes driving down Main Street. It had been a week since I left capsule corp. And still there voices rang clear in my head. 'So you want a man to blame all your problems on.' Goten said. 'A man that you can blame who you are upon, someone exactly likes you. How you're acting. You feel the pain, yet do nothing to stop it. You are the cold cruel evil man in your head, not your father. ' His words rang out like venom. 'You're the cold cruel evil man.' It repeated over and over. I growled looking up into the review window as I looked at my new self. My long hair cut shorter and at a sharp angle from ear length in the back to below my shoulder bones in the front, angled. My new tongue ring had stopped throbbing and was fine now. I smiled looking at my new self. I was more alive. Free to do as I please. My arm was scrolled with a dragon tattoo now, I had always wanted one. I grinned as I thought to myself. So what if Vegeta was my father, I never knew my father, why know him now? I said as I moved out on the green light. Something in my mind shifted again, to that of the death of my mother. She fell as I looked up at the gunman. His eyes glowing evil almond shaped, there was lust and greed, and hatred in them. He grinned walking forward. It was Vegeta, in some form of armor chuckling. His index finger was out and pointed toward my head now.

"No weak half ling bastard will ever claim my name." He said and started to laugh advancing on me. I screamed as I hit the breaks snapping to in the middle of a road, I looked around and found no one or cars around me. Good. I sighed and moved out to the club again.

"Good." Seventeen said tossing what seemed a helmet to his son. "So, is she seeing the truth, she wont go back to them will she?" Damien said with a grin, slight fangish canines peaked out.

"Not if she fears for her life, its Vegeta that tried to kill her when she was young."

"It wasn't really Vegeta was it." Damien pushed. His father froze at the computer systems main base. They were in what seemed a laboratory that was lit by computer screens and few bulbs. Wires were attached to the back of his neck, wrists, and patches to monitor his life system were taped all over his bare chest and forehead. "No it wasn't, but these 'dreams' she gets will only get more real till she will want to destroy them." He grinned clutching a tight fist, his knuckles deathly white. "And then, and only then will I have my revenge." He chuckled softly. His son despised his father's use of Vicky, Vicky was more then his friend, he wanted more from her. And his father treated her as some toy.

"How, there stronger!" Damien protested against his father.

"That's the thing shell beat them bad before they get her. Then.." Seventeen began and froze. "That my little bastard will have to wait for another time." He grinned now pulling the wires from his body and walked of. Leaving his son clutching the brain wave helmet. "If he thinks he's gonna hurt her, he's got another thing coming to him!" Damien growled and snapped the helmet to pieces in his grip and stalked out after his father.

Courtney: Wow that's a short chapter.

Eve: I know, im plotting more things ahead Cue evil laugh

Courtney: ::jumps up and down:: What What

Eve: Because im mean and evil you will have to wait till the next chapter my little minions. Ow yes. Review all of you who read, I know your reading, I love counters hehe. So review now, come on, just click, its so easy, you know you want to.