In The Eyes of a Hunter
Written by Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 16 - A Day To Rest
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE - We seem to be having difficulties posting the correct content of this particular chapter. Until we are able to figure out what is causing this, we ask you to PLEASE EMAIL either myself, (Jen) or Mandy in order to receive the missing part of the beginning. We have no problem sending this chapter individually for as many times as needed. As you can see, if you begin reading it doesn't make sense after the first sentence, so we encourage everyone to CONTACT US. Our email addresses are Jen - KawaiiPrincess2@aol.com or Mandy - SaiyanGirl707@aol.com. Thank you and Ja ne! ^_^
Trunks sank down to the ground, still staring ahead of him with a look of total shock and disbelief in his eyes. he stopped in the middle of that thought, suddenly remembering that he had already used up his two-day limit when they were fighting Cell. Vegeta was growing increasingly frustrated as he saw all of his ideas failing before they were even fully developed. The only thing he could think of that might actually work was going to Kakarott. He cringed at the thought, immediately clearing that from his mind. Vegeta let out another sigh, deciding it was doing them no good to stay there and that it would be best to go back home to rethink their plan. He half-turned to the side and called back to Trunks. "Come on, Trunks. Let's go."
Trunks stayed where he was for a moment, staring forward with fierce eyes, before lifting himself off the ground to follow Vegeta.
Vegeta turned and flew off in the direction of Capsule Corp. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Trunks and saw him quite a distance behind, flying extremely slow and gradually sinking back down to the ground. Vegeta stopped and looked at him for a moment before flying back to him.
Now that Trunks' thoughts had cleared, all he could focus on was the pain. His breathing was ragged and his vision was beginning to blur. He was struggling desperately not to show just how much pain he was in, especially since Vegeta was there, but it wasn't easy. Then he stopped and looked up as he saw his father flying towards him.
Vegeta reached Trunks within a second or two and paused briefly, surveying the real damage done to him. Without saying anything, he moved down to Trunks' side and took hold of his arm, pulling it around his own shoulders for support, then put his other arm around his son's back.
Trunks winced slightly. He was taken a bit by surprise at his father's apparent concern, but smiled faintly, not seeing the action very often and always appreciating it when he did.
Vegeta glanced down at Trunks again before flying off, more slowly this time, back to Capsule Corp.
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Later that day..
Bulma looked up as Trunks came down the stairs, heading for the front door. "Did that sensu bean work, dear?" she asked.
Trunks stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked at her. "Yeah, it did, Mom. Thanks. My leg feels much better now, too." He answered, hopping on his previously crushed leg to show her the recovery.
Bulma smiled. "That's great."
Trunks nodded before walking towards the door again.
"Where are you going?" Bulma asked, following him a few steps.
Trunks stopped a few feet away from the door. "I'm going to train." He answered simply.
"But you've been training all day." She protested. "You need rest."
Trunks continued staring ahead of him with a cold, set expression. "I'm going to train." He repeated, more firmly.
"Trunks you know you can't keep pushing yourself this way. It's one thing to train, but it's a very different thing to go so hard that you kill yourself from exhaustion. You haven't even had so much as a full night's rest in at least a week, if not more." Bulma said in more of an orderly tone. "Now I am not going to stand by and watch my son burn himself out like his father did before. I want you to go upstairs and get some sleep right now. If you don't, then I'll be forced to put you under some sleeping drugs just so you can recover your full strength."
Trunks listened to all this patiently. Then he turned his head to the side to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Mom, how can I possibly sleep when I know that.. that.. monster has Bra and is doing who-knows-what to her?" his fists shook in his growing anger. "I must train in order to get her back. I have to Mom. I can't let the next chance I get to save her slip through my fingers again."
Bulma stared at him for a minute before speaking in a softer tone. "I know how you feel, Trunks. But you have to stop blaming yourself. What happened wasn't your fault and I have never blamed you for it. I miss her as much as you do if not more. It keeps me up at night, too, worrying if she's still okay. She's my only daughter and if there was anything that I could do to save her, I would gladly risk my life for it. But there IS nothing I can do. I don't have the power that you and Vegeta have, Trunks. All I can do is stay here and pray that everyone is all right. And when I see Vegeta come bursting through the door, carrying my unconscious son who's covered in blood, then the only thing I can do to help is make sure that he recovers. Just because you can walk again doesn't mean you're ready to go train yet. It won't do your sister any good if you kill yourself in training." By now tears had brimmed her eyelids, though she fought to keep them in. Without her knowledge, the ring on her finger had begun to shine more brightly, turning a shade of blue.
Trunks had already turned his head back around, facing the door again. He had closed his eyes, listening calmly, and flinched at the sound of her voice breaking as she was on the verge of crying. He really hadn't thought about what it must be like for her. Bra was her daughter and yet she was completely helpless to save her now. His mind had been so caught up in fighting Altair that he hadn't considered anything else, including how his mother felt, or the fact that he was pushing himself far over his limits. He opened his eyes, now looking down to the floor. "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not a fool, and I won't let my training hurt me more than help." He paused and sighed, realizing in his mind that that was kind of what he had been doing lately, though he hadn't thought about it until now. "I'll do as you say, to make you feel better, and use the remainder of the day to rest. But I will train more, later. I still can't give up on that." He said in compromise. He turned around and looked at her, seeing the tears gone for the most part and the ring's brightness dying down a little. He walked back towards the stairs, pausing beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mom." He said quietly before going back upstairs to his room.
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Bulma walked into the master bedroom and saw Vegeta already in there, standing in front of the balcony doors, staring out firmly with his arms folded. She shut the door quietly behind her and walked over to him. "Vegeta, what is all going on? Why won't you tell me anything? I want to know what is happening with our daughter. Tell me what happened today."
Vegeta remained quiet, still gazing out through the glass balcony doors.
Bulma sighed a little, not really having fully expected an answer so easily. "From what I can tell, this guy.. Altair, right? He's a lot stronger than you had given him credit for." She paused, knowing what she was about to say was the last thing Vegeta really wanted to hear right now. "Perhaps it would be a good idea if you asked Goku for his help."
The moment the words left Bulma's mouth, Vegeta spun around to face her releasing his arms out to his sides. "Kakarott!! Woman, the LAST thing I want in this fight is any help from him! I don't need it! No. This is MY fight. Altair came from MY past. He kidnapped MY daughter and I do not need Kakarott to interfere in MY problem." He turned back around angrily, speaking in a quieter, more deadly tone. "And it will be MY revenge." He then raised his voice a little, speaking more to Bulma. "I absolutely refuse to request any aid of his."
Bulma sighed again after a minute, knowing it was useless to even try mentioning Goku. She walked over to the window as well, looking out at the sky without saying another word on the subject.
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Trunks paced back and forth in his room, running his fingers through his hair in aggravation. He knew he had promised his mother that he would get some rest today, but he just couldn't fall asleep. Every time he lay down and closed his eyes, the only thing he saw was images of Bra, trapped in that bubble, reaching out for him, calling his name, begging for him to save her. He was restless. He wanted nothing more than to go and defeat Altair right now, but he knew that was impossible in his current condition. Trunks growled angrily at his inability to even sleep now, having nightmares before he'd even fall asleep to begin with. In a desperate attempt to distract him from these horrible thoughts, Trunks left his room. He stopped in the hallway, hearing his parents talking in their room. He moved closer to their bedroom door and stopped, staring intently down at the floor in concentration, trying to hear what they were saying. He couldn't really make out everything that Bulma was saying but he did hear something about asking Goku for help. He was, however, clearly able to hear Vegeta's yells about 'not needing Kakarott.' Trunks perked up at the sound of this, hesitating to make sure the conversation was over, then whispered to himself, "That's it.." He turned and walked briskly down the hallway.
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Chi-Chi stood on the balcony, busy with hanging laundry, and every now and then, glancing down to the front yard where Goku and Goten were sparring with each other.
Goku skillfully dodged another kick and punch from Goten and back flipped away. "Ha! Come on, Goten! I know you can do better than that." he said with a challenging smirk.
Goten growled in determination to take his father down this time. "Huh.." He suddenly jumped at Goku again, preparing to punch him with his right fist. Before he actually threw the punch, though, he blurred behind him and slammed his elbow into the back of his neck.
Goku let out a stunned cry as he flew forward. He caught himself and spun around to face Goten again, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up and grinned. "Now that's more like it." He said roughly, crouching somewhat with his fists up, ready to continue.
Goten ran at him and jumped, flying forward with his foot out, aiming to kick him in the face.
"Hm." He watched as Goten came closer, then dodged to the right. In one quick motion, he reached out, grabbing his son's ankle as it flew past his face. Without hesitating, he jumped into the air, swinging Goten around a few times for momentum, and threw him down to the ground.
"Ahh!!!" Goten yelled and landed hard, skidding through the ground several feet before coming to a stop. "Oohh.." He moaned quietly and fell back, surprised at how bad his attack had backfired on him.
As the two proceeded with their spar, it was also shaking the area around them, and their house, which included the balcony that Chi-Chi was trying to work on.
Chi-Chi struggled to keep her balance, as well as catch all the articles of clothing that were falling from the clothesline. She growled in frustration. "That's it!" She threw the clothes back into the basket and stomped over to the edge of the balcony, gripping the railing tightly, and leaned over to look down at the two Saiyans. "GOKU!!" she yelled with a voice that could probably shake a house on its own.
Goku jerked to a stop in the middle of a kick through the air, causing him to twist and lose his balance, falling flat on his face.
Goten, who had been in the process of preparing a defensive attack, also jerked off balance at the sound of his mothers high-pitched yell, and fell over backwards. Both him and his father produced sweatdrops.
Goku stood up and looked up at her. "Yes, dear?"
"That is enough!" Chi-Chi shouted, putting her tightly clenched fists on her hips. Her hair was up in a messy bun with a few loose strands hanging down in her face. "If you two are going to cause this much racket, then you can just go somewhere else to train! I would like to keep our yard in one piece, if you don't mind!" She turned around with an exasperated sigh and walked back to the clothesline, muttering something about how they might as well attack the house itself.
Goku sunk his head down a little, putting a hand on the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Ok, sorry Chi-Chi." He said with a nervous laugh.
Goten was sitting on the ground, leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched, watching another one of the frequent, one-sided battles between his parents. He let out a short sigh and looked up at the sky, suddenly spotting a twinkle in the distance. "Huh?" he muttered, squinting to see what it was. A broad smile suddenly came on his face as he realized who it was. "Hey Dad! Trunks is coming! Yahoo!" he exclaimed, jumping up to his feet excitedly. "Maybe be wants to spar or something."
Goku smiled, too, as he and Chi-Chi looked up, indeed seeing Trunks on his way towards them.
Chi-Chi resumed hanging out the clothes. "Well, it's always nice to see Trunks drop in. I wonder how he's doing right now."
Goten stared forward as Trunks came closer, his smile gone, and a more serious expression taking its place. He felt foolish now, for having actually forgotten why Trunks was most likely coming over. The initial excitement of seeing his best friend caused him to not even think of what was happening to Bra right now.
Goku's smile had faded as well. He clenched his fists loosely at his sides and waited for Trunks to get there, knowing his visit was not one of a pleasant mood. Something had gone terribly wrong and he knew Trunks had a very different reason for his visit that just to spar with Goten.
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Altair and Bra appeared in the large, empty room of the ship where Bra had stayed for the majority of her time there.
Altair was still holding her by her wrist as he had been when they teleported away from the battleground. He tensed his grip on her arm briefly before half-heartedly tossing her to the side.
She landed and turned away from him, leaning on her hand and crying softly.
Altair half growled, half sighed in annoyance as he turned toward the door and muttered. "This is proving to be far more difficult that I thought. He's not giving up that jewel so easily. Huh.." He turned his head to the side to look back at the girl from the corner of his eye after stopping with one hand on the door. He spoke suddenly, in a sharp, harsh voice. "Quit crying. You're a Saiyan, aren't you? Act like one." Then, without another word, he left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Bra flinched at the sound and waited for the echo to die down. She raised her head a little, her vision blurry, as tears fell from her eyes and onto the floor. She sniffed and took a shaky breath, whispering quietly. "I'm never going to get out of here.."
Written by Jennifer and Mandy
Chapter 16 - A Day To Rest
Disclaimer - We do not own any of the DBZ characters. Yet, any new characters that we have made to fit the story are ours, and part of In the Eyes of a Hunter. Thank you!
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE - We seem to be having difficulties posting the correct content of this particular chapter. Until we are able to figure out what is causing this, we ask you to PLEASE EMAIL either myself, (Jen) or Mandy in order to receive the missing part of the beginning. We have no problem sending this chapter individually for as many times as needed. As you can see, if you begin reading it doesn't make sense after the first sentence, so we encourage everyone to CONTACT US. Our email addresses are Jen - KawaiiPrincess2@aol.com or Mandy - SaiyanGirl707@aol.com. Thank you and Ja ne! ^_^
Trunks sank down to the ground, still staring ahead of him with a look of total shock and disbelief in his eyes. he stopped in the middle of that thought, suddenly remembering that he had already used up his two-day limit when they were fighting Cell. Vegeta was growing increasingly frustrated as he saw all of his ideas failing before they were even fully developed. The only thing he could think of that might actually work was going to Kakarott. He cringed at the thought, immediately clearing that from his mind. Vegeta let out another sigh, deciding it was doing them no good to stay there and that it would be best to go back home to rethink their plan. He half-turned to the side and called back to Trunks. "Come on, Trunks. Let's go."
Trunks stayed where he was for a moment, staring forward with fierce eyes, before lifting himself off the ground to follow Vegeta.
Vegeta turned and flew off in the direction of Capsule Corp. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Trunks and saw him quite a distance behind, flying extremely slow and gradually sinking back down to the ground. Vegeta stopped and looked at him for a moment before flying back to him.
Now that Trunks' thoughts had cleared, all he could focus on was the pain. His breathing was ragged and his vision was beginning to blur. He was struggling desperately not to show just how much pain he was in, especially since Vegeta was there, but it wasn't easy. Then he stopped and looked up as he saw his father flying towards him.
Vegeta reached Trunks within a second or two and paused briefly, surveying the real damage done to him. Without saying anything, he moved down to Trunks' side and took hold of his arm, pulling it around his own shoulders for support, then put his other arm around his son's back.
Trunks winced slightly. He was taken a bit by surprise at his father's apparent concern, but smiled faintly, not seeing the action very often and always appreciating it when he did.
Vegeta glanced down at Trunks again before flying off, more slowly this time, back to Capsule Corp.
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Later that day..
Bulma looked up as Trunks came down the stairs, heading for the front door. "Did that sensu bean work, dear?" she asked.
Trunks stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked at her. "Yeah, it did, Mom. Thanks. My leg feels much better now, too." He answered, hopping on his previously crushed leg to show her the recovery.
Bulma smiled. "That's great."
Trunks nodded before walking towards the door again.
"Where are you going?" Bulma asked, following him a few steps.
Trunks stopped a few feet away from the door. "I'm going to train." He answered simply.
"But you've been training all day." She protested. "You need rest."
Trunks continued staring ahead of him with a cold, set expression. "I'm going to train." He repeated, more firmly.
"Trunks you know you can't keep pushing yourself this way. It's one thing to train, but it's a very different thing to go so hard that you kill yourself from exhaustion. You haven't even had so much as a full night's rest in at least a week, if not more." Bulma said in more of an orderly tone. "Now I am not going to stand by and watch my son burn himself out like his father did before. I want you to go upstairs and get some sleep right now. If you don't, then I'll be forced to put you under some sleeping drugs just so you can recover your full strength."
Trunks listened to all this patiently. Then he turned his head to the side to look at her from the corner of his eye. "Mom, how can I possibly sleep when I know that.. that.. monster has Bra and is doing who-knows-what to her?" his fists shook in his growing anger. "I must train in order to get her back. I have to Mom. I can't let the next chance I get to save her slip through my fingers again."
Bulma stared at him for a minute before speaking in a softer tone. "I know how you feel, Trunks. But you have to stop blaming yourself. What happened wasn't your fault and I have never blamed you for it. I miss her as much as you do if not more. It keeps me up at night, too, worrying if she's still okay. She's my only daughter and if there was anything that I could do to save her, I would gladly risk my life for it. But there IS nothing I can do. I don't have the power that you and Vegeta have, Trunks. All I can do is stay here and pray that everyone is all right. And when I see Vegeta come bursting through the door, carrying my unconscious son who's covered in blood, then the only thing I can do to help is make sure that he recovers. Just because you can walk again doesn't mean you're ready to go train yet. It won't do your sister any good if you kill yourself in training." By now tears had brimmed her eyelids, though she fought to keep them in. Without her knowledge, the ring on her finger had begun to shine more brightly, turning a shade of blue.
Trunks had already turned his head back around, facing the door again. He had closed his eyes, listening calmly, and flinched at the sound of her voice breaking as she was on the verge of crying. He really hadn't thought about what it must be like for her. Bra was her daughter and yet she was completely helpless to save her now. His mind had been so caught up in fighting Altair that he hadn't considered anything else, including how his mother felt, or the fact that he was pushing himself far over his limits. He opened his eyes, now looking down to the floor. "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not a fool, and I won't let my training hurt me more than help." He paused and sighed, realizing in his mind that that was kind of what he had been doing lately, though he hadn't thought about it until now. "I'll do as you say, to make you feel better, and use the remainder of the day to rest. But I will train more, later. I still can't give up on that." He said in compromise. He turned around and looked at her, seeing the tears gone for the most part and the ring's brightness dying down a little. He walked back towards the stairs, pausing beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mom." He said quietly before going back upstairs to his room.
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Bulma walked into the master bedroom and saw Vegeta already in there, standing in front of the balcony doors, staring out firmly with his arms folded. She shut the door quietly behind her and walked over to him. "Vegeta, what is all going on? Why won't you tell me anything? I want to know what is happening with our daughter. Tell me what happened today."
Vegeta remained quiet, still gazing out through the glass balcony doors.
Bulma sighed a little, not really having fully expected an answer so easily. "From what I can tell, this guy.. Altair, right? He's a lot stronger than you had given him credit for." She paused, knowing what she was about to say was the last thing Vegeta really wanted to hear right now. "Perhaps it would be a good idea if you asked Goku for his help."
The moment the words left Bulma's mouth, Vegeta spun around to face her releasing his arms out to his sides. "Kakarott!! Woman, the LAST thing I want in this fight is any help from him! I don't need it! No. This is MY fight. Altair came from MY past. He kidnapped MY daughter and I do not need Kakarott to interfere in MY problem." He turned back around angrily, speaking in a quieter, more deadly tone. "And it will be MY revenge." He then raised his voice a little, speaking more to Bulma. "I absolutely refuse to request any aid of his."
Bulma sighed again after a minute, knowing it was useless to even try mentioning Goku. She walked over to the window as well, looking out at the sky without saying another word on the subject.
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Trunks paced back and forth in his room, running his fingers through his hair in aggravation. He knew he had promised his mother that he would get some rest today, but he just couldn't fall asleep. Every time he lay down and closed his eyes, the only thing he saw was images of Bra, trapped in that bubble, reaching out for him, calling his name, begging for him to save her. He was restless. He wanted nothing more than to go and defeat Altair right now, but he knew that was impossible in his current condition. Trunks growled angrily at his inability to even sleep now, having nightmares before he'd even fall asleep to begin with. In a desperate attempt to distract him from these horrible thoughts, Trunks left his room. He stopped in the hallway, hearing his parents talking in their room. He moved closer to their bedroom door and stopped, staring intently down at the floor in concentration, trying to hear what they were saying. He couldn't really make out everything that Bulma was saying but he did hear something about asking Goku for help. He was, however, clearly able to hear Vegeta's yells about 'not needing Kakarott.' Trunks perked up at the sound of this, hesitating to make sure the conversation was over, then whispered to himself, "That's it.." He turned and walked briskly down the hallway.
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Chi-Chi stood on the balcony, busy with hanging laundry, and every now and then, glancing down to the front yard where Goku and Goten were sparring with each other.
Goku skillfully dodged another kick and punch from Goten and back flipped away. "Ha! Come on, Goten! I know you can do better than that." he said with a challenging smirk.
Goten growled in determination to take his father down this time. "Huh.." He suddenly jumped at Goku again, preparing to punch him with his right fist. Before he actually threw the punch, though, he blurred behind him and slammed his elbow into the back of his neck.
Goku let out a stunned cry as he flew forward. He caught himself and spun around to face Goten again, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked up and grinned. "Now that's more like it." He said roughly, crouching somewhat with his fists up, ready to continue.
Goten ran at him and jumped, flying forward with his foot out, aiming to kick him in the face.
"Hm." He watched as Goten came closer, then dodged to the right. In one quick motion, he reached out, grabbing his son's ankle as it flew past his face. Without hesitating, he jumped into the air, swinging Goten around a few times for momentum, and threw him down to the ground.
"Ahh!!!" Goten yelled and landed hard, skidding through the ground several feet before coming to a stop. "Oohh.." He moaned quietly and fell back, surprised at how bad his attack had backfired on him.
As the two proceeded with their spar, it was also shaking the area around them, and their house, which included the balcony that Chi-Chi was trying to work on.
Chi-Chi struggled to keep her balance, as well as catch all the articles of clothing that were falling from the clothesline. She growled in frustration. "That's it!" She threw the clothes back into the basket and stomped over to the edge of the balcony, gripping the railing tightly, and leaned over to look down at the two Saiyans. "GOKU!!" she yelled with a voice that could probably shake a house on its own.
Goku jerked to a stop in the middle of a kick through the air, causing him to twist and lose his balance, falling flat on his face.
Goten, who had been in the process of preparing a defensive attack, also jerked off balance at the sound of his mothers high-pitched yell, and fell over backwards. Both him and his father produced sweatdrops.
Goku stood up and looked up at her. "Yes, dear?"
"That is enough!" Chi-Chi shouted, putting her tightly clenched fists on her hips. Her hair was up in a messy bun with a few loose strands hanging down in her face. "If you two are going to cause this much racket, then you can just go somewhere else to train! I would like to keep our yard in one piece, if you don't mind!" She turned around with an exasperated sigh and walked back to the clothesline, muttering something about how they might as well attack the house itself.
Goku sunk his head down a little, putting a hand on the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Ok, sorry Chi-Chi." He said with a nervous laugh.
Goten was sitting on the ground, leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched, watching another one of the frequent, one-sided battles between his parents. He let out a short sigh and looked up at the sky, suddenly spotting a twinkle in the distance. "Huh?" he muttered, squinting to see what it was. A broad smile suddenly came on his face as he realized who it was. "Hey Dad! Trunks is coming! Yahoo!" he exclaimed, jumping up to his feet excitedly. "Maybe be wants to spar or something."
Goku smiled, too, as he and Chi-Chi looked up, indeed seeing Trunks on his way towards them.
Chi-Chi resumed hanging out the clothes. "Well, it's always nice to see Trunks drop in. I wonder how he's doing right now."
Goten stared forward as Trunks came closer, his smile gone, and a more serious expression taking its place. He felt foolish now, for having actually forgotten why Trunks was most likely coming over. The initial excitement of seeing his best friend caused him to not even think of what was happening to Bra right now.
Goku's smile had faded as well. He clenched his fists loosely at his sides and waited for Trunks to get there, knowing his visit was not one of a pleasant mood. Something had gone terribly wrong and he knew Trunks had a very different reason for his visit that just to spar with Goten.
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Altair and Bra appeared in the large, empty room of the ship where Bra had stayed for the majority of her time there.
Altair was still holding her by her wrist as he had been when they teleported away from the battleground. He tensed his grip on her arm briefly before half-heartedly tossing her to the side.
She landed and turned away from him, leaning on her hand and crying softly.
Altair half growled, half sighed in annoyance as he turned toward the door and muttered. "This is proving to be far more difficult that I thought. He's not giving up that jewel so easily. Huh.." He turned his head to the side to look back at the girl from the corner of his eye after stopping with one hand on the door. He spoke suddenly, in a sharp, harsh voice. "Quit crying. You're a Saiyan, aren't you? Act like one." Then, without another word, he left, slamming the door shut behind him.
Bra flinched at the sound and waited for the echo to die down. She raised her head a little, her vision blurry, as tears fell from her eyes and onto the floor. She sniffed and took a shaky breath, whispering quietly. "I'm never going to get out of here.."