I'm sure you all enjoy my little episodes

::eye pops out like teacher on Daria::

BUT YOUR ALL GOING TO BURN!!!!

::burns you and then....sends you to HEAVEN!::

torture is so beautiful....(jokin for you religious people)

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CHAPTER 17

Kat sat down, tired from chasing Trunks through the winding hallways. The building looked small, but there was plenty of space. It must have compact rooms, or they had a really big basement. Kat took a deep breath and looked up at Trunks. He was so handsome when he was upset, his lips pulled tight. She wanted to kiss him, but he was definitely not feeling affectionate.

"You're not going." Trunks finally said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're staying behind."

"Yes, I know, but what are you thinking? I know where everything is, remember?"

"You showed me, remember?"

Kat scowled. She never should've told him where everything was. She should've stayed conscious, then she would've directed him, not telling him where her room was. She should've ignored his questions, and just told him to make rights or lefts. She didn't think they were going to go back, though. Still, she thought, she should've taken precautions.

"You can't make me stay here."

"Oh yes I can." Trunks replied with a sad smile.

"You wouldn't dare." Katoria threatened, giving Trunks a stern look.

"Gomen Nasi." Trunks said as he hit her behind the head.

Katoria cried out, but fell forward, into her lap. Trunks hadn't even given her a chance to think. She hadn't even been able to stand up. She didn't even have a chance. Her last thoughts were what she would do if they couldn't find her vile, or grabbed the wrong one. Or if something went wrong. She fell into darkness, falling deep into herself.

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Bra looked around her room. She couldn't believe that she'd finally made it out, after what seemed like forever, she was finally free. It was only a week or two, but Veter made it seem like eternity. She hated Veter, and just the thought of him made her blood boil. Trunks had told her to stay here and Katoria had tucked her in. Daylight started to seep through her window, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep for a long time. The thoughts that appeared every time she closed her eyes stopped her from sleeping at all.

Lucky nudged her hands, cuddling close to her to stay warm. She smiled down at the kitten and patted his head. He mewed and rolled over, signaling to her to start rubbing his stomach. The cat really was lucky to have lived through everything. That he had even stayed alive without Veter finding him. Katoria told the story of the brave little kitten who escaped while his brothers and sisters were cooked alive.

Poor thing, thought Bra. He's a lot like me, losing everything, but now he can never have his family returned to him. Bra began to cry, feeling sorry for the poor little kitten. He seemed to be happy, though. He licked her hand and waited for her to start patting him again. She picked him up and held him close, not wanting to let go. She loved the kitten so much and just knew that Pan would to.

Bra smiled at the thought of Pan. Maybe she and Pan could play together today. The guard knew the number, and it was on speed-dial on her mother's telephone. She decided that if Bra couldn't come here, her mother would give her a ride. Bulma was probably already missing her. Bra gasped! Her mother, she hadn't even seen her mother yet! Bulma was probably worried sick.

She smiled down on Lucky. He looked up at her, expecting to get a pat on the head. He rubbed his teeth on her fingers and she giggled. She kissed Lucky's forehead and set him down on the bed. She jumped out of bed and headed for the door. Lucky beat her and was pawing impatiently at the door. She grinned and opened up the door, watching Lucky lope down the hallway, back arched.

He sniffed everything he passed and she laughed hysterically at the show he put on. One second he was sniffing, the next he was batting around at the air, wild from being in a new home. She chased after him and he tore down the hallway. She called for him and saw a little black and white head poke out of a doorway. She ran to the room, and when she got in there, she realized it was Bulma's. There was one problem though, there was no Bulma.

She looked around in the closet and came back, looking puzzled. Lucky was curled up on the bed and yawned when she walked toward him. She gave him a pat and then went over to the phone. She pushed '0' for the guard and asked where her mother was. The guard told her that Bulma was visiting a friend and that when Bra was ready, she could visit Gohan. Bra smiled and told the guard she was ready. Bra couldn't wait for Gohan to get there. She would have so much fun. Things were already looking up for her.

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"What do you mean, we need her?" Bulma asked Goku, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean that she's needed to stop Vegeta-san, when he comes here of course."

"And what's Bra-chan going to do to Vegeta-san? Bat her eyelashes?"

"She's got an effect on Vegeta-san like no one else. She can reach him in ways you can't, Bulma-san."

"Are you saying my husband isn't loyal? He loves me more than anyone. I have the most effect because I am his wife!"

"Bulma-san, that's not how it works."

"Oh yeah, like you would know. You're never there for your wife." Goku winced at Bulma's remark.

"Gomen nasi, Goku-san, but I should know." Bulma said quietly, her glare becoming a bit softer.

"Bulma-san, do you see how he looks at her? He would die before he let anything happen to her. And even though I'm not always there, and I'm not the best father, the bond between my children and I, it's just as strong, if not stronger, than the bond between my wife. It's special, in it's own way."

Bulma's eyes had a shine to it and she looked as if she were going to cry. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded, not able to say anything, afraid to cry. Goku understood how she was feeling, but he had to move quickly. He stood up, turning around to find Bra.

"Wait!" Bulma cried out, "Where are you going?"

"To find your daughter and stop Vegeta-san."

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Tayhei looked around the room she was in. It was her room, back at the Capsule Corp. She wondered how she got here, but then remembered what had happened. She cried out in frustration, but knew she had to regain control of herself. Control was everything. If you didn't have control, then you were in someone else's hands. Tayhei hated having others choose her fate. Tayhei made her own.

She sat up, but her head swam, so she laid back down. Okay, thought Tayhei, a little slower. She sat up slowly, hoping to be able to think clearly. There was a pain in the back of her neck, it was throbbing and trivial. Tayhei shrugged it off and swung her legs over the bed. She stood up, making sure to take her time, and walked at a grueling pace toward the door. When she reached the door she turned the handle, but it stopped from turning completely. She pounded on the door and tried ramming it, but gave up after five minutes.

It was no use. Her room was always locked from the outside, Vegeta had it set up that way. Now, she hated this system more than ever. She had overridden it once or twice, but Bulma constantly changed the codes, agreeing with Vegeta. 'Besides,' Bulma had said, 'What would you do at late hours anyway?'

Her room was always 'locked down' at midnight. No sooner, no later. Bulma had the system set up almost flawlessly. It required a code, which was easy enough. Tayhei had memorized all of the sounds of the numbers. She had spent many nights locked out, just to figure out the sounds. Now, it all paid off. She punched in a four digit code, and was denied access. She forgot that it couldn't be opened from the inside.

Tayhei cursed under her breath and stalked over to the bed. She leaned against the bed rail, just wanting to lie in the bed. Hide underneath the comfortable covers and wake up with Trunks there in the morning. She remembered him perfectly. His smile, the way his lavender locks always got in his eyes, his determined, yet soft, face. She almost cried out, she missed Trunks so much. If only he were here.

Tayhei scolded herself. She wasn't staying in control. She needed to stay focused, to find a way out of here. The window was Capsule Corp.'s finest plastic. Tayhei sighed. Well, that would be impossible to break. She wondered if she could get someone to let her out. She had an intercom system, but was anyone there? It's worth a shot, thought Tayhei.

She walked over to the intercom, which was right over the lamp, and pushed the 'send' button. "Hello?" she spoke into it.

There was some rustling and then a little voice asked who this was. Tayhei almost cried from relief. It was Bra! Her little Bra, who always was there for her. Bra would do anything Tayhei asked her to. Maybe I will get out of here, thought Tayhei, her spirits lifting.

"Bra? This is Tayhei, I need you to come to my room. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you. Hurry!"