CHAPTER 6

I'm so sorry for taking so long you guys!!!!! TT One heck of a writer's block took over me and then the occurrences of a whole lot of shiz-crap didn't help it one bit. I'll try to never let another block last for this long again. I know I promised you guys that the next chapter would be long but I simply had to put this piece up instead while I still had my urge to write. That way, you guys would know that I wasn't dead. ……At least not until you all kill me yourselves. --;; Again, so sorry and I'm gonna start working on the next chapter right away. And no more stalling, in Chapter 7 we're in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber! Yay! ….don't kill me whimper

            "Come on, quit being on the defense and try and fight me already!"

Vegeta yelled towards his daughter as he bombarded her with multiple jabs.

That's easy for you to say; you're not on my end of this fight. She thought as she kept her arms up in defense.

            She had not made an offensive move towards her father the entire session. Personally, her arms were having about as much as they could take already. However, Bra didn't plan on taking a head-on attack from her dad.

"So, you're scared to get hit, huh?" Vegeta smirked.

            Bra's eyes widened in surprise of her father's response.

"Well here's another lesson for you."

            Vegeta jumped away from Bra and quickly charged up two small balls of ki in his hands.

"When I say fight, YOU FIGHT!"

            Vegeta threw the two blasts forward towards his daughter. Bra had no time to react and was hit full force by the blasts. She was immediately thrown into the wall of the gravity room on impact. As soon as Bra hit the wall the blasts faded and she fell onto the floor, panting. Vegeta walked to the wall and towered over his daughter as he stared at her. Wincing, Bra looked into her father's eyes and asked,

"How did you know-"

"-what you were thinking? That's easy; it comes with being an experienced fighter. I can read your mind and know your next move just by looking at your face and into your eyes. From there, everything is open to me."

            Vegeta gave a taunting grunt as he pulled Bra to her feet.

"Maybe someday you won't be too scared to achieve that."

            With that Vegeta walked to the center of the gravity room as Bra sent a death glare to his back. She also walked towards him but stopped a good few feet away from

where he was. Vegeta turned around to look at Bra and crossed his arms.

"Alright, now you make the first move. I will stay on the defensive so that you can get more comfortable with making the attacks instead of taking them."

            Vegeta spread his feet just a few inches farther away from each other and waited. Bra was still sore from her father's onslaught but she would just have to try any attack, no matter how weak it would be. It was obvious that she couldn't try and bribe her father out of it. She was no longer "Daddy's Little Girl" while in the gravity chamber. She got into a charging stance and tried to gather up every ounce of strength she had. She would at least try to make one hit on him before this session was over…whenever that was.

            Bra suddenly sprinted towards her father. As she neared him she pulled her fist back, readying (ßnot sure if it's right, but work with me here people) for a punch. She finally reached Vegeta and released her punch which was easily caught and thrown off. Bra leaped to his right.

"Since this is your first time actually fighting I'll let that slide. But never put so much of your energy into a punch like that. It slows you down, and if I would have dodged it, it would have left you wide open for a counter from me. So now that you know, I don't expect to see that from you again. Now try it once more but with less of your energy so that you won't be at a disadvantage."

            Bra nodded and charged at her father again. She waited until she got much closer to him before she prepared her attack. She gave it another shot and Vegeta did just as he had warned. Luckily, Bra followed his advice so she was able to jump out of the way as he let out a counter attack aimed for her side.

"Good. Now try something a little faster; a set of jabs all at once. It will keep your enemy busy temporarily, not allowing him to have a chance to immediately counter." Vegeta once again took his position waiting for his daughter.

            Bra had seen when her father and the others did attacks like that. She didn't think she could go that fast but there was only one way to find out. As she saw Vegeta begin to rise into the air she shot towards him and let out an onslaught of punches into his crossed arms.

"Faster! I could easily catch your attacks and knock you across the sky!"

            Bra gritted her teeth as she made her arms and fists move swifter towards her opponent.

"That's still not good enough! Keep on going until you can't feel each separate punch, only a flurry of countless one! You can't feel it as you put your energy into each one; it needs to all be one swift movement to you!"

            Sweat began to roll down Bra's face and she growled as she pushed herself farther, trying to meet her father's guidelines. Her fists started to become a blur before her eyes. She was no longer keeping track of each fist. As her father had instructed she was only feeling one movement of energy during her attack.

"Enough!" Vegeta uncrossed his hands, pushing Bra off of him and ending her attack. She landed on her feet but quickly plopped down on the floor, breathing hard and loud.

"That's exactly what I was talking about, very good. Now let's end the one-sided portion of the session and combine defense and offense."

"Wait, we aren't going to take a break?" Bra asked while she was catching some air into her lungs.

"A break?" Vegeta began to laugh. "We don't end this session for another eight hours!"

"SAY WHAAT?!" Bra used up all the air she was gathering as she screamed her frightened reply to her father.

"You heard me. You wanted me to train you so now you've got it. We've got 12 hour working days here. We're catching up on 15 years worth of lost training."

Vegeta flashed in front of his daughter and held her up in the air by her armor.

"So quit wasting time and get on with the show!"

Vegeta gave one of his evil grins as he threw Bra up into the ceiling of the room. She ricocheted off of the ceiling unto the floor below. She tasted a small tint of blood on her tongue as she tried to push herself up. Her arms trembled as she slowly lifted her torso off of the ground, her chest hurting.

"I'm not gonna make it out of here alive."