It seams like only yesterday when I was writing chapter1, and now were up
to chapter5 already *sniff* they grow up so fast.
I've decided since this and chapter 4 are so short, that I'd post them both up at once.
It's now 10:30 PM EST, and I'm just sitting here typing. I've figured out that I write best at ten o' clock at night when I'm half a sleep.
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"How did you know I was behind you?"
"Easily, I could sense you," Trunks hid the shock in his voice. The girl that stood before him was a Super Saiyan, a transformation that he thought only him, his father, and Goku could do. Obviously he was wrong.
Bra assumed what he was thinking. "Your probably in awe, trying to figure what I am," the all to familiar smirk reappeared on her face. "It's called the transformation to Super Saiyan, or to make it simpler, you can't win."
"I know what it is, I've been able to do it since I was seven," his voice displayed no emotion, as if it were no big deal.
"What," she didn't try to hide her surprise.
Trunks effortlessly transformed before her eyes.
"Now what were you saying about I can't win."
Bra could feel her self go beyond rage. This wasn't right she wasn't second to anyone but Freeza. Other than her master nobody was stronger than her, she could not be beaten.
Trunks took pride in the look on her face. It was time to end this fight.
"Believe it or not it would be easier if you just gave up now, even though you refuse to omit it, I'm far stronger than you," He said even though he knew she would pay no attention to his words.
"I am second to no one but Freeza!," she screamed in rage
Trunks came up behind her before she had any time to react. He dealt a blow to her spine that left her temporarily paralysed from the waist down. She let out a moan of pain.
"That's...not fare," she turned round to punch him. But he wasn't giving her any chances.
He came from above her and pounded her towards the ground. She landed, creating a smaller crater within the lager one that was North city.
Bra began cursing under her breath. She was in more pain then she had ever been in before. All she wanted to do was scream.
She tried to get up, but she was truly paralysed from the waist down making it impossible for her to move. She was covered in bruises from the result of her fall, she hated the way she always bruised so easily.
"What's wrong, don't you like being as helpless as all those you killed in North city!" he yelled down to her.
"SHUP UP!" Bra screamed. For once in her life she was considering the option of running. Even though it would cause major damage to her ego it was the only way she could get out of here alive.
She reached down into her pocket for the ship's controller. Without Trunks noticing she pressed the on button, the ship would be here in a few seconds.
"Now what were you saying about winning!" Trunks mocked.
"GOT TO HELL!" she screamed back
Trunks could have ended it that very second. He could have blasted her and that would have been the end of it. But instead he decided to draw it out and mock her, the very mistake his father had made countless times before him.
All of a sudden Trunks could hear the roar of an engine, he looked to his left just in time to see a ship.
Bra concentrated all the energy she had into a single blast and fired it at Trunks. It sent him flying back.
The ship landed next to her. She pulled herself to the entrance and climbed in, the door shut behind her.
Trunks returned just in time to see the ship take off and leave the atmosphere.
He powered down, he knew she'd be back.
* * *
Bulma anxiously sat in her room. Bra had been gone for two days now. Normally she didn't worry, but how could she not, even though her daughter didn't act it she was only sixteen.
There was a knock on the door, Bulma went to answer it.
She opened the door, a servant bowed before her. "Miss Bulma your daughter has returned from her mission."
Bulma nodded. The servant turned around and left. It was time Bulma saw her daughter.
Bulma walked in to the hanger. She continued down to where the space ship Bra had used to get to Earth lay parked. A small crowed of soldiers and servants stood around it.
"What's wrong," she asked a soldier.
"Miss Bulma, no one has emerged from the ship, we may think there's something wrong."
Bulma quickly pushed through the crowed and opened the hatch to the ship. She gasped as what she saw inside.
Bra lay unconscious on the floor. The ship had obviously travelled here on auto pilot. She rushed to her daughter, there were scratches and bruises all over her body, and her pulse was also weak.
Bulma called for a servant. A man from the crowed picked Bra up and carried her towards the rejuvenation tanks. Bulma followed behind, what could have possibly happened.
* * *
Freeza stared out his window into the depths of space. He had gotten the news that Bra had returned. He sat anxiously waiting for her to come to the bridge with Vegeta. But instead of Bra a servant entered the room.
They bowed before him and trembled. "Lord Freeza," there was terror in their voice. "I regret to inform you that Lady Bra's mission to Earth was unsuccessful, both Zarbon and the ground troops are dead, and Lady Bra suffered a vicious beating."
Freeza was generally shocked. How could this have happened. Could Vegeta have improved drastically over the years. "What happened?" he asked.
"We don't know, Lady Bra is still unconscious."
"Very well," he blasted the servant into the next dimension. He didn't like it when people brought him bad news.
* * *
Bra slowly opened her eyes, the entire room slowly came into focus. She knew this room even though she had never been in it. It was part of the infirmary, one of the hospital rooms. The white sheets that covered the bed she lay in clashed with the white walls.
"So your finally awake."
Bra looked to her left to see her mother sitting in a chair next to her bed.
"How long have I been here?" she asked.
"About two days, maybe two and a half, you were pretty hurt."
Memories of her fight on earth came flooding back, she clenched the sheet.
"Bra, what happened?" there was a worried expression in her voice.
Bra turned away from her mother. "I lost for the fist time in my life if it makes you happy."
"How, was it Vegeta, the person you had to find?"
"No it was his son," Bra expected herself to be angry at the fact that she lost, but all she felt was emptiness.
"And Zarbon what happened to him?"
"I killed him mother, he got in my way," the way she said it, without expression or feeling, sent a chill down Bulma's spine.
"What about that person Vegeta?"
"The entire trip was a waste of time, he's dead."
Bra's words gave Bulma the sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness. It wasn't anything new to her, Bulma had never been happy.
Bra looked at her mother, she was becoming so distant. It was if over the years she had gone from a warm person, to slowly becoming colder than ice.
Bra took the time to look at what she had become. She had experienced for the first time what it felt like to be helpless, something that had never happened before. She felt sick in the stomach, she had killed so many people without a second thought. She could have just easily died just like them.
She pushed the sick feeling aside, what was she thinking, she was an elite soldier she didn't care about the lives of the countless people she had killed.
Bra turned to her mother. "I want to go back to earth as soon as possible," this time she would be ready.
Bulma nodded.
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THE END (of this chapter)
Do you think my stories predictable, if anyone out there can guess what happens next I'll post up two chapters at once.
The next chapter shall be up as soon as I write it. It could possibly be up by Friday.
If you saw any mistakes ignore them, pretend they never existed, wipe them from your memory. (I got a C in English for spelling)
I've decided since this and chapter 4 are so short, that I'd post them both up at once.
It's now 10:30 PM EST, and I'm just sitting here typing. I've figured out that I write best at ten o' clock at night when I'm half a sleep.
*************************************************************** ******
"How did you know I was behind you?"
"Easily, I could sense you," Trunks hid the shock in his voice. The girl that stood before him was a Super Saiyan, a transformation that he thought only him, his father, and Goku could do. Obviously he was wrong.
Bra assumed what he was thinking. "Your probably in awe, trying to figure what I am," the all to familiar smirk reappeared on her face. "It's called the transformation to Super Saiyan, or to make it simpler, you can't win."
"I know what it is, I've been able to do it since I was seven," his voice displayed no emotion, as if it were no big deal.
"What," she didn't try to hide her surprise.
Trunks effortlessly transformed before her eyes.
"Now what were you saying about I can't win."
Bra could feel her self go beyond rage. This wasn't right she wasn't second to anyone but Freeza. Other than her master nobody was stronger than her, she could not be beaten.
Trunks took pride in the look on her face. It was time to end this fight.
"Believe it or not it would be easier if you just gave up now, even though you refuse to omit it, I'm far stronger than you," He said even though he knew she would pay no attention to his words.
"I am second to no one but Freeza!," she screamed in rage
Trunks came up behind her before she had any time to react. He dealt a blow to her spine that left her temporarily paralysed from the waist down. She let out a moan of pain.
"That's...not fare," she turned round to punch him. But he wasn't giving her any chances.
He came from above her and pounded her towards the ground. She landed, creating a smaller crater within the lager one that was North city.
Bra began cursing under her breath. She was in more pain then she had ever been in before. All she wanted to do was scream.
She tried to get up, but she was truly paralysed from the waist down making it impossible for her to move. She was covered in bruises from the result of her fall, she hated the way she always bruised so easily.
"What's wrong, don't you like being as helpless as all those you killed in North city!" he yelled down to her.
"SHUP UP!" Bra screamed. For once in her life she was considering the option of running. Even though it would cause major damage to her ego it was the only way she could get out of here alive.
She reached down into her pocket for the ship's controller. Without Trunks noticing she pressed the on button, the ship would be here in a few seconds.
"Now what were you saying about winning!" Trunks mocked.
"GOT TO HELL!" she screamed back
Trunks could have ended it that very second. He could have blasted her and that would have been the end of it. But instead he decided to draw it out and mock her, the very mistake his father had made countless times before him.
All of a sudden Trunks could hear the roar of an engine, he looked to his left just in time to see a ship.
Bra concentrated all the energy she had into a single blast and fired it at Trunks. It sent him flying back.
The ship landed next to her. She pulled herself to the entrance and climbed in, the door shut behind her.
Trunks returned just in time to see the ship take off and leave the atmosphere.
He powered down, he knew she'd be back.
* * *
Bulma anxiously sat in her room. Bra had been gone for two days now. Normally she didn't worry, but how could she not, even though her daughter didn't act it she was only sixteen.
There was a knock on the door, Bulma went to answer it.
She opened the door, a servant bowed before her. "Miss Bulma your daughter has returned from her mission."
Bulma nodded. The servant turned around and left. It was time Bulma saw her daughter.
Bulma walked in to the hanger. She continued down to where the space ship Bra had used to get to Earth lay parked. A small crowed of soldiers and servants stood around it.
"What's wrong," she asked a soldier.
"Miss Bulma, no one has emerged from the ship, we may think there's something wrong."
Bulma quickly pushed through the crowed and opened the hatch to the ship. She gasped as what she saw inside.
Bra lay unconscious on the floor. The ship had obviously travelled here on auto pilot. She rushed to her daughter, there were scratches and bruises all over her body, and her pulse was also weak.
Bulma called for a servant. A man from the crowed picked Bra up and carried her towards the rejuvenation tanks. Bulma followed behind, what could have possibly happened.
* * *
Freeza stared out his window into the depths of space. He had gotten the news that Bra had returned. He sat anxiously waiting for her to come to the bridge with Vegeta. But instead of Bra a servant entered the room.
They bowed before him and trembled. "Lord Freeza," there was terror in their voice. "I regret to inform you that Lady Bra's mission to Earth was unsuccessful, both Zarbon and the ground troops are dead, and Lady Bra suffered a vicious beating."
Freeza was generally shocked. How could this have happened. Could Vegeta have improved drastically over the years. "What happened?" he asked.
"We don't know, Lady Bra is still unconscious."
"Very well," he blasted the servant into the next dimension. He didn't like it when people brought him bad news.
* * *
Bra slowly opened her eyes, the entire room slowly came into focus. She knew this room even though she had never been in it. It was part of the infirmary, one of the hospital rooms. The white sheets that covered the bed she lay in clashed with the white walls.
"So your finally awake."
Bra looked to her left to see her mother sitting in a chair next to her bed.
"How long have I been here?" she asked.
"About two days, maybe two and a half, you were pretty hurt."
Memories of her fight on earth came flooding back, she clenched the sheet.
"Bra, what happened?" there was a worried expression in her voice.
Bra turned away from her mother. "I lost for the fist time in my life if it makes you happy."
"How, was it Vegeta, the person you had to find?"
"No it was his son," Bra expected herself to be angry at the fact that she lost, but all she felt was emptiness.
"And Zarbon what happened to him?"
"I killed him mother, he got in my way," the way she said it, without expression or feeling, sent a chill down Bulma's spine.
"What about that person Vegeta?"
"The entire trip was a waste of time, he's dead."
Bra's words gave Bulma the sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness. It wasn't anything new to her, Bulma had never been happy.
Bra looked at her mother, she was becoming so distant. It was if over the years she had gone from a warm person, to slowly becoming colder than ice.
Bra took the time to look at what she had become. She had experienced for the first time what it felt like to be helpless, something that had never happened before. She felt sick in the stomach, she had killed so many people without a second thought. She could have just easily died just like them.
She pushed the sick feeling aside, what was she thinking, she was an elite soldier she didn't care about the lives of the countless people she had killed.
Bra turned to her mother. "I want to go back to earth as soon as possible," this time she would be ready.
Bulma nodded.
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THE END (of this chapter)
Do you think my stories predictable, if anyone out there can guess what happens next I'll post up two chapters at once.
The next chapter shall be up as soon as I write it. It could possibly be up by Friday.
If you saw any mistakes ignore them, pretend they never existed, wipe them from your memory. (I got a C in English for spelling)