I know... you guys probably hate me by now. It's been over a month since I updated, and I'm soo sorry! I didn't realize how much time had past. I had dance camp for 2 weeks, went to Disney, and was just kinda... lazy. I didn't find any inspiration for writing. But, it's (finally) here now! It ain't the best but... it needed to be written.

Enjoy

'Oh my god, I cannot believe what's been going on in this fucking world!'

Vegeta fell on his knees in the gravitron, breathing heavily, and powering down to his normal form. Sweat was dripping down his face and onto the floor. The room was red, signaling it was at high gravity.

'I have never felt so horrible in my life,' he thought sadly. 'I just... don't know what the hell is going on!' He sat up on his knees and yelled, turning Super Saiyan for a few seconds before powering back down. Then he flipped over on his back and looked up at the ceiling.

He decided to think over everything that's been going on, since he had pretty much already beaten himself up.

But, the only thing he could think of was how he could have been such an asshole to his own daughter.

He knew that he was pretty attached to Burro and that he wasn't paying as much attention to Bra as he did before. But Burro was exactly like him, and he figured that Burro is living the life Vegeta would have lived if he were born on this pathetic planet. He couldn't help but pay a lot of attention to Burro anyway since Burro was a boy and Bra was a girl. Since Bra's older, Vegeta feels that he can't teach her anything anymore. It's all in Bulma's hands now. But Vegeta can teach Burro many things since Burro is exactly like him. Burro's acting like Vegeta did, and Vegeta feels like he's correcting his life when he guides Burro away from the mistakes that he made when he was younger.

Unfortunately, Vegeta's noticed that Burro has a habit of telling on people constantly, and playing pranks on everyone.

Vegeta knows that every boy likes to play around and pull pranks on people – Trunks and Goten did that with Gohan. And every boy knows that it's more fun to pull pranks on girls rather than boys. Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes as he remembered some things he did in his childhood.

And since Bra just happens to be Burro's sister and is still living in the same house with him, she's a perfect candidate for pranks. And Burro knows that too. Burro's definitely not stupid.

And now, Vegeta is convinced he's the stupid one.

Somehow, Vegeta always caught Burro pulling a prank on Bra. But, Vegeta thought the pranks were funny and let Burro get away with them.

He knows now that Bra was already pissed at him for not paying much attention to her, and that would just piss her off even more. But Vegeta was just too blind to this then, and found himself enjoying Bra's constant complaints about Burro. That was the first step he took in the direction of becoming a horrible father.

The second step was again, pretty much Burro's fault. Once Burro got older, his pranks were being built towards perfection. And, he somehow found out about things teenage girls would probably get in trouble for (ex: sneaking out with a boyfriend). So, he started making up things about Bra, and told Vegeta his lies. At first Vegeta didn't believe them and just brushed them off. But when he actually did see Bra sneak out with a boyfriend when Bulma told her not to see him anymore, Vegeta figured that maybe Burro was right about some things.

Unfortunately, looking back on the things Burro told him, Vegeta now realizes that everything Burro told him was probably a lie. It was just a coincidence that Burro came up with the lie that Bra snuck out with her boyfriend right before she actually did it.

"Arghhh, how could I have been so STUPID?!" Vegeta yelled, letting his ki rise. He didn't want to think over this anymore, it was making him very angry, remembering how he treated his little girl. But, he knew he had to get things straight before he faced Bulma or Bra again.

Sighing, Vegeta strained his mind to remember some of things Burro told him in the past that Bra had done.

Surprisingly, Burro's voice echoed through his head: "Dad, Bra's talking about dirty stuff over the internet!"

Vegeta smirked for a second. Well, she was older, and he could see her possibly joking around with people about "dirty stuff", but it was Burro's next statement that really pissed him off.

"And have you seen the outfit she picked out that she's gonna wear tonight on a date with that guy? It's just a hole shirt with a really short skirt! And she said she might not wear any underwear either!"

At first, Vegeta was confused by what Burro meant with "hole shirt." Then he remembered that Bra had a tan over-shirt that looked like a fishnet with many holes. There wasn't any fabric underneath it, so she usually wore a tank top under it.

And somehow, Vegeta believed that she would actually go out in public with just the fishnet on with a bra underneath.

That pushed him over the line. He marched right up to her room and questioned her about it. She had no idea what he was talking about. Then he saw the fishnet shirt laid out on her bed with a tan miniskirt. No tank top was lying on her bed beside the two articles of clothing. That's when he fully believed that she might actually do that.

'"Dad, why would I go out in public like that?! I just haven't picked out a tank top yet to wear underneath it!"

But he didn't believe her. He canceled her date. Her boyfriend broke up with her. She wouldn't speak to him.

The lies kept coming, and Vegeta usually didn't believe them unless he investigated further and found something that might say Burro's statement was true. Of course, he did nothing about the pranks. He let Bulma deal with that.

'"She isn't what you think anymore Vegeta. She's a bad little girl that's gone crazy and only does what she wants to do, not listening to anyone else."'

Vegeta suddenly sat up, remembering those words. He held his head and yelled out in annoyance and confusion. Why had he been having those dreams?

Those dreams... those nightmares. He would get them at least once a week, showing him bad stuff that Bra was supposedly doing that he didn't know about. He didn't want to believe them, but when Burro's lies became surprisingly real and Bra would go out with friends countless times without telling him or Bulma, he started thinking the dreams were true.

At first he was scared. He didn't want his daughter to get hurt. So he tried to keep a closer eye on her. She noticed this, and got annoyed with him, yelling at him to give her more privacy. Then he became angry. All he was doing was looking out for her.

After that, he's not really sure what happened. Somehow, those dreams convinced him that Bra was a really bad person. He first thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but when they kept coming back, he thought they might be true. Burro didn't help either. Sometimes Vegeta thought Burro would purposely get Bra in trouble. But, since her and him had already developed a pretty healthy hate relationship, he didn't know what to do to stop it. He couldn't suddenly apologize – it would be awkward, and he sucks at apologies anyway.

'How could I have gotten myself into this damn mess?!' He then started cussing in his mind before he finally realized that cussing wasn't going to get him anywhere.

He tried to not think about anything for a while, but those stupid dreams kept floating back into his mind, along with lots of questions: How could he have believed them? Why did they keep coming back? Do they mean anything?

'I can't take this anymore!' Vegeta suddenly screamed in his mind as he pushed himself off the floor and powered up to Super Saiyan again. Small droids suddenly popped out of the walls and started firing at him. He gladly accepted their challenge, knowing that it would be a good way to let off some of his steam.

Surprisingly, the droids were somewhat of a challenge this time around (Vegeta had already finished off the first set), and kept him very busy. Once Vegeta had finished off the final one, he fell back down to the ground, panting. Soon after, he powered back down.

'I guess Bulma finally decided to upgrade those damn things,' Vegeta thought with a small smile, fairly happy that finishing off those droids took a lot more effort than the first set. But then he frowned, as an unusual question hit him. 'What would Bulma do in a situation like this?'

Vegeta remembered one time when Trunks was having difficulty running the business. Once he had told her all of his problems, Bulma said, "Now Trunks. Instead of only thinking about the negative things coming out of this situation, what are some of the positive ones?"

Since Trunks was having a hard time with a partnership, Trunks was able to name some positive concepts – like how their business would be advertised over a wider span of people after the partnership.

Unfortunately, Vegeta couldn't think of any positive thing coming out of the situation he was in.

'So much for that bright idea,' Vegeta gloomily thought. But suddenly, something hit him. 'At least I'm able to admit that I'm doing something wrong,' he randomly thought. 'But if I know I'm doing something wrong, then why am I still doing it?'

'"Because you suck at controlling your emotions!"'

Vegeta smirked. Bulma's wise words, yet again. Although, she spoke those words during one of their fights. She was scolding him for not meeting new people at a party. He replied that he didn't get along with people. Bulma retorted, "And I know WHY! Because you suck at controlling your emotions! If you're mad at someone, you let it show on your face! THAT'S why people don't get along with you. You get irritated with them and then show it. I'm glad YOU'RE not the one running the business, because it would have been long since OVER!"

Back then, Vegeta got very mad at her and stormed into the gravitron to let off steam. But when he reminisced on her words, he realized she was right.

So... maybe he was unsure on what to think of his daughter thanks to his dreams. And since he didn't want to show he was unsure, he channeled that unsureness into madness. And maybe Bra saw that and got mad at him for supposedly being mad at her for nothing. And then things got out of control, and he is still unsure, but is willing to admit that now.

And, he knows for a fact he has a hard time letting things go. He keeps grudges. So if something bad happens and he gets really pissed, he just gets blinded by it all and can't control himself.

"That MUST be it!" Vegeta suddenly exclaimed, nearly falling out of the air from his sudden outburst. But he wasn't done thinking over this. He needed a plan on how to tell Bulma and Bra that he was... sorry.

'Urgh, I can barely even say the word in my mind, how the hell am I going to tell my FAMILY?' he thought angrily, but quickly pushed the anger out of his mind. He was coming up with good ideas, and wasn't going to let the anger interfere with that.

"How about I go to Bulma first and explain to her what's happening, and tell her I'm...... sorry," Vegeta quickly spat out the last word, "and ask her for some... advice," (there was no way he was going to admit he needed help) "on how to tell Bra that I'm sorry?" After realizing that he was able to say the second 'sorry' easier, he smirked. Things finally seemed to be getting better.

He was flying to the entrance of the gravitron before he stopped. 'Bulma's probably still going to be upset about this,' he suddenly thought. 'I better stay away from her for a couple more hours before confronting her. I'll go clean up first.' And with that, he quickly flew up to the master bedroom, successfully avoiding the other occupants of the house.

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I watched warily as mom kept pacing back and forth in the family room, once in a while running her hands through her short hair. I started gripping the armrest of the chair I was sitting in. Things were getting VERY tense in this room, and I REALLY didn't like tense situations. I even wished that Vigo or Burro would come walking in the room, asking a stupid question, making her stop pacing. But since those two bought a whole bunch of candy, they were probably eating it all up in their room before mom found out.

Back and forth, back and forth... she ran her hand through her hair again and shook her head, making a face. This was really making me nervous.

I couldn't take this anymore. I had to make her stop.

"Mom," I asked wearily, surprised at how my voice shook a bit. "Can you please stop?"

She was on the left side of the room with her back towards me. Usually, she wouldn't stop, and I'd have to ask her a second time, but she did stop. She didn't turn to face me though. I eyed her cautiously – sometimes she'd just whirl around and start yelling at me.

But she didn't this time. Instead she just quietly asked, "Why?"

I looked down at the floor. Why? I had no idea why!

Luckily, she continued on. "Why didn't you tell me Bra? Why did you let this continue on with your father for so long?"

I made a face, even though she couldn't see. "I dunno," I answered, pausing before continuing on, "I didn't want you and dad to yell at each other too. I didn't want you two to get into another argument. I thought it would just blow over, but it didn't..."

She sighed. There was another moment of silence. I shifted in my seat and looked the other way. This was making me very nervous. In a way, I actually wish she were yelling at me. That way I could let off some steam too, since dad was in the gravitron.

Wait a second... I quickly focused my ki on him. My search led me upstairs. My eyes widened. 'Dad not in the gravitron?' I thought. 'I never knew this day would come... Maybe I can go to the gravitron now and train some...' I sighed inwardly. 'No, I can't just leave mom. She needs to understand what's going on, and maybe me talking about it will help me understand too...'

I quickly tossed my thoughts aside when I heard mom take a deep breath. She turned around and walked over to the chair in front of me and sat down. I sat up in my chair a little bit. 'What's she doing?...' I thought cautiously.

She stared at me for a little bit before asking slowly, "Bra, I want you to truthfully tell me everything that's been happening between you and Vegeta. And when I mean everything, I mean every detail. You got it?"

I could tell she was trying to cover up her sadness by adding some humor to her order. I smiled a little. Her last three words also relaxed me.

So I told her. Everything. I put in as much detail as I could possibly think of – when the bad things started happening, what time of day it usually was, where it was at, my thoughts at the time... heck, I even included some of what we were wearing that day too.

Much later, I found both myself and my mom crying silently over my story. She was looking away from me, trying to hide her tears. But I knew she was crying. I, of course, could care less if she saw me crying. She was my mom, after all. And if she had the guts to cry in front of me, then I couldn't be ashamed of crying in front of her.

Finally, she stopped crying and wiped the remaining tears off her face. Then she looked at me. I noticed how her face hadn't gotten too red from her sobbing. 'Maybe I get that from her...' I trailed off.

"Bra, I'm so sorry," she started off. "I should have been there for you. I shouldn't spend so much time in the lab –"

"No mom, it's okay," I interrupted, sniffing a bit. "It's not your fault. If there's anyone who should be sorry here, it's me. I should have told you what was going on when it started happening. I should have listened to everyone when they told me to tell you –"

Mom put up her hand, gesturing me to stop talking. She put one eyebrow down in confusion. "You mean, other people knew about this too?" she asked slowly.

I started cursing at myself in my mind. Maybe it was best if I didn't mention any other people.

"Um, well... yeah," I replied, remembering Uub's words briefly: 'If she asks, tell the truth.' And frankly, I felt I couldn't keep anything from her after that long talk we just had.

I saw madness flicker through her eyes, but it quickly subsided into sadness. I started cursing at myself again for hurting her more.

"I'm sorry," I added quickly. "It's just that, well, I needed someone to talk to, and the only people I told were Pan, Uub, Goten, Gohan, and Marron..."

"Only?" she asked, smiling softly. I was taken aback by her answer at first, but then realized she was right and smiled sheepishly.

"Uh... I guess I did tell a good amount of people..." I replied, embarrassed.

Mom smirked. "It's fine Bra. I understand you needed to talk to someone. I would have done the same. The thing I don't understand though, is why teenagers think they can't tell their parents anything. It's more likely that the parents would have experienced the same thing in their childhood, so they'd know what to do..."

I smiled to myself as mom rambled on and on. 'Here she goes on one of her teenager speeches again...' I thought, slightly amused. She's been doing that a lot lately. I usually get mad at her for insulting us teens, but now it seemed pretty... funny.

"Mom," I said, grabbing her hand and snapping her out of it. She first looked at me with a questioning look before it suddenly hit her. She smiled.

"Woops, I guess I went off again, didn't I?" she asked. I could tell she was probably a little embarrassed, but my mom was never one to let it show. And at least she knew what she was doing.

I nodded a few times. There was a brief silence before something occurred to me. I was a little hesitant, but soon asked, "So... what are we going to do now, mom?"

She frowned a bit. "I'm not sure honey," she answered. "Now that I know your side of the story, I think I'll ask Vegeta for his. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding that can be worked out in time. In the meantime, just... stay away from your father for a little while, okay?"

I nodded again. That was pretty much exactly what I was planning on doing anyway.

Mom smiled and stood up. "Well, thank you Bra for telling me the truth. I'm glad I now have a good understanding on what has been going on in my household."

I stood up too, smiling. "Your welcome – oh, mom, I've been meaning to ask you... How come you never heard any of our fights in the past?" It was a question that had been bugging me since the beginning of our talk.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Remember when I was working on that super long project when Burro and Vigo were younger and all they did was scream at the top of their lungs?"

I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion at first, but then remembered. I rolled my eyes too but then giggled. "Yes, I remember." Whenever dad was in the gravitron and wouldn't let the boys train with them, the boys would get out their action figures and play with them. Unfortunately, the only game they played with the action figures was what they called "Hero." They divided the action figures into two groups – Vigo's group would go on one side of the house (usually near mom's lab) and Burro's would go on the other. Then they would pretend the action figures were lost and needed to contact each other before an asteroid hit and wiped out the entire action figure race (they got this from the dinosaur extinction theory). They would scream back and forth to each other, trying to give their location away to each other. Of course, since they can easily read each other kis, they purposely led their figures away from each other to make the game last. Thus, there was LOTS of screaming from the two.

"Well, I put that project on hold and developed a sound-proof system that had three settings – Completely Sound-proof, Semi Sound-proof, and Off," mom explained. "I usually put it on the first setting so I could work in total peace. But once I realized they gradually stopped playing the game, I switched it to the second setting. The second setting blocks out most noises, unless you were right next to the door of the lab and called for me. I guess I just left it on the second setting ever since..."

"Ohh, I see. And since the lab is pretty much isolated from the rest of the rooms, you probably wouldn't have been able to hear us anyway," I added, asking myself why I hadn't thought of that before.

Mom nodded. "Exactly," she said. Then a small smirk danced on her lips. I suddenly tensed up. Usually when she did that, she was about to ask something that she knew would be either embarrassing to me or make me mad.

'Great,' I thought, frowning a bit and eyeing her cautiously. When she saw me do so, the smirk grew. Finally, I asked, "What?"

She shrugged, but still kept the smirk. "Well, I have also been meaning to ask you something ever since we've had this talk," she started out. I looked at her, urging her to go on with my eyes. Usually it's just better if she gets it over with. Then she put one hand on her hip and went on, "When I came out this morning to get you, you were lying down with a certain person, holding hands..."

I suddenly found myself blushing. Today she decided to embarrass me.

Her smirk just grew when she saw me look away from her. "Is something going on between you two?" she questioned further.

I answered her in my mind with a, 'Why do you care?', but I answered verbally, "Maybe..."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyebrows lift slightly. She was definitely enjoying this.

"How long has this been going on?"

I looked back up her, a bit shocked by her questioned. I, again, blushed. "Mother, I never said something was going on in the first place! It's just that... I needed comforting and he just happened to be there for me..." Now that I thought about it, maybe he did like me back. Maybe he's liked me for a while now and I've just been blind to it.

Mom rolled her eyes playfully. "Whatever honey," she said as she started walking out of the room, but then stopped. I looked her way. "Don't get me wrong Bra," she added, "I think Uub's a very nice boy. He's very strong too. Truthfully, if I had to pick a boy for you to go out with, I'd pick him. He'd be great for you." And with that, she left the room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

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11:32. It's been about two hours since my mom talked with Bra's mom on the phone about World War III. Bra hasn't called me after I left her with Vegeta after our sleepover. Neither has Trunks. Or Uub. Uub usually calls if he thinks something's wrong with Bra, and I figured Trunks might call me to check up on Bra too.

'No Pan, you just wish Trunks would call you.'

I groaned. This is what happens when you are completely bored out of your frickin mind. You start talking to yourself. I have done absolutely nothing since my spar with dad. I talked with mom about Bra for about fifteen minutes, then resided to my room to watch tv for about an hour. I soon got bored with that and tried to write in my diary, but I just couldn't write anything. Everything's too jumbled up. So, for the last half hour, I've been lying on my bed, watching my clock and listening to rock music.

'And you've been talking to yourself.'

I rolled my eyes and muttered some cuss words into my pillow. 'Thank you for reminding me,' I thought angrily. I was so tired of thinking things through over and over again – I mean, look at what's happened: I've developed a knack of answering myself and adding worthless things onto every thought! My diary entries have become farther and farther apart because all I do now is think. I know I should write some things down, but I'm just too lazy.

Ahh, where was Vigo? I'm so bored, I actually felt like playing with him. Oh wait, that's not the right word – being amused by him.

I smiled. Truth was, I loved that kid. He's the cutest little brother I could ever ask for. But he just got SO ANNOYING with his stupidity at times!

Like this one time, I was asked to baby-sit him while mom and dad went out on a shopping trip with Krillin and 18 when he was about three. He bugged me for the first five minutes of the time, but soon left to go do something else. I decided to call Bra up since I had nothing better to do. We talked for about thirty minutes when I heard a soft humming from another place in the house. I told Bra to shut up and told her about it. She told me to go investigated, and that she'd be over to save me if a blood-thirsty murderer was lurking through the house (I rolled my eyes and told her I could defend myself). So I cautiously followed the noise. Halfway down the hallway, I realized that it was only the washing machine. At first I decided not to check on it when I remembered mom said she had done all the laundry so I didn't need to worry about that.

'"Well, what is it?"' I remember Bra had asked.

'"I think it's the washing machine,"' I answered coolly.

'"Go make sure,"' she nagged. I rolled my eyes and continued towards the laundry room. The sliding door was halfway shut, so I opened it all the way and stepped inside. But what I saw was truly... interesting, shocking, and nerve racking at the same time. In the washing machine – being swished around with lots of bubbles – was Vigo. HE WAS IN THE WASHING MACHINE.

At first I could only stand there in shock with my mouth gaped open. Bra kept asking me what it was. Maybe her annoyingness was what made me angry. I exclaimed, "VIGO!" and marched over to the washing machine, opening the door.

Bad mistake. I forgot to the turn off the washing machine first, so some bubbles and water leaked onto the floor. I quickly turned off the machine. Vigo stopped turning around with the machine and landed on his back. When he saw me, he grinned. He was drenched, and there were bubbles all in his hair. He was also wearing goggles.

"Vigo, what in the world are you –"

"Pan that was so much fun!" he squeaked, cutting me off. "I twisted with the bubbles! And I didn't even hurt myself either!"

I just stared at him. How much more idiotic can you get?

Then I realized how smart he had actually been to make his 'twisting with the bubbles' adventure happen: #1. He wore goggles so soap didn't get in his eyes. #2. He had his arms over his head so that his head wouldn't hit the machine walls. #3. He only put in a little bit of water so he wouldn't drown himself.

At first I thought Burro had told him the safety precautions, but then he chirped happily that he thought of them all by himself. Then he ran off to call Burro (Bra has her own line so we talk on that line) and announce that he had done something spectacular.

Ahh... he's such a stupid (yet adorable) kid.

I let a few more minutes pass by. 'WHERE IS SHE?!' I suddenly yelled in my mind. I was becoming very irritated. She should have called me by now. Surely things have let up over there.

11:39. 'Alright, that's it, I'm calling her,' I thought as I scrambled off my bed and flew to my phone. I quickly dialed her number and waited. After about the eleventh ring, I slammed the phone down. Where the hell was she?! Things couldn't be THAT bad... right? And if they were that bad, she would have left and called me on my cell phone, not taking the risk of having my mom answer the real phone...

CELL PHONE! Of COURSE! She must have called my cell or left me a text message! I quickly searched my room for my tiny phone and found it under my bed along with a few other things...

"Gotcha," I announced to the phone as I turned it over and looked at the screen while jumping up on my bed. I made a face when all I saw was nothing on the screen. I waited a few seconds before it finally hit me. I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"I guess it would helped if you actually TURNED ON the phone, Pan," I told myself as I turned it on. As soon as the thing was on, an alert saying, "New Text Message" popped up. I smirked and pressed the left button, which would allow me to look at it.

"'Hey Pan its Bra, sorry I couldn't call, but I promise you that I'm alright and once I get back home I'll call you,'" I read aloud. Well, that was a relief. Wait... 'once I get back home'? 'Wonder where she is...' I found myself thinking.

'I wonder where Trunks is too...'

I screamed inside my throat and fell over on my back, still holding the phone. I sighed as my head sunk into one of my pillows. Once again, I find myself thinking about him. How is it that every thought I have is somehow directed towards him?! This is making me so sick. I am so tired of all this boredom. There's got to be something to do around here...

That's when I saw Vigo and Burro sneaking across the lawn, holding two Target bags. Vigo had tripped and almost fell, and Burro turned around, hushing him.

I smirked and lowered my eyes at them. 'Perfect,' I thought. 'Time to play tattletale.'

Hard to read? Tell me about it, it was hell writing it too. I reread this thing about 50 times and still made changes every here and there... Well, next chapter, more romance will be introduced.

Constructive critisism and ideas would be VERY helpful!

By the way... I just wanted to let you all know that I won't ever let a story go unfinished. I usually start writing a lot of stories on my computer, but then leave them and forget about them. If I posted them on this site, I figured that knowing other people are reading the story besides me, that would help me continue writing. So if this not-updating-in-a-month thing happens again, please remind me that I have a story to finish!