Authors Note: Sorry about the misspellings, and if some of the sentences make no sense.. I can't see the keyboard, or my
monitor. To top it off I'm sick, very very sick. Anyway, since this isn't what you came here to read.. I'll stop babbling and
continue on with the story.
Pairings: It's a secret.. XP
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.. I just borrow it..
Repost: Lol.. For those of you wondering.. I AM Bellesourire16
Warnings:: Okay pay attention! I'm only going to say this once: If you don't like rape, drug abuse, and my drama. Perhaps
this story isn't for you. Otherwise read on.. ^.^ Okay one more thing. I in no no no possible way am making fun of people
with mental disorders. In all seriousness not at all. I'm sorry if I offend any one out there.. Let me stress that.. This
story is not meant to offend.
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... The nagging voice inside head.. Conscience. Bra's isn't too nice... You'll find out why soon enough..
Chapter One:
Bra took a ragged breath, and cried into her pillow. "He left me... again.." She sobbed. Her nose was running, and her tears burned her skin.
Why do you let him do this to you? He's ruining your life..
"No he's not! He's making it better!" Bra yelled as she coughed into her pillow. She couldn't convince herself of it, no matter how hard she tried.
He left poor Bra-chan..
"It's Dad's fault.. He hates Goten so much! If he'd only leave us alone.." Bra cried.
It's probably for the best. He doesn't love you anyway. Who could love a whore like you?
"Shut up! He does too!" Bra screamed, as she stood up from her bed, tears streaming down her face.
If anyone were to walk in at that moment, they would have seen a normal looking seventeen year old. Unfortunately for Bra, she was anything but normal.
She sat very still, arguing heatedly with the voice that no one heard except her.
A nagging, evil, and sadistic voice that had plagued her for as long as she could remember.
Crazy.. Crazy.. Crazy Bra The voice loudly mocked her.
The doctor's said it was from her childhood. The voice..
A voice that was forever going to be cemented in her head because of that day. That God forsaken day.
What's the matter Bra? Don't want to talk about how he shoved his--
"Shut the hell up!" Bra yelled, slamming her fist into her bedroom wall. The young woman was hysterical.
Mommy and Daddy think you're a dirty little whore.. The voice taunted loudly.
Bra didn't answer this time, because she couldn't bring herself to argue. In her own little world, she knew that it was the
truth.
The truth hurts.
They don't really love you..
Bra blinked slowly, and her hands began to shake.
Dirty..
Bra started screaming then. She called to her mother, yelling frantically and tearing at her soft azure hair.
"Make it stop.. Mommy.. Make it stop!"
Little..
The girl was in mental anguish, sobbing and begging for the voice to silence itself.
"Mommy, Mommy! Make it..." Bra took a deep breath, and cried out in forced whisper, "Make it stop..."
Whore.
"Mommy!" Bra screamed shrilly as she trashed around in her blankets.
This time Bulma was awaken out of a dead sleep.
"Mom-Mommy.." Bra stuttered, "He's gonna get me.. Mom.. They.. He's gonna get me.."
*Flash Back*
Bra was bored.
Her old brother Trunks had left her alone at the park, he had gone off to spar with Goten.
Bra was barely eight, and her birthday party consisted of a beautiful pink cake. Her mother had picked out a special dress for her to wear today.
The young girl's blue hair reached her lower back, but she kept it up most of the time. It stayed out of her face that way, she liked that.
Bra was a very pretty girl.
But her eyes were wet now with tears, and her lips tasted salty.
"Why won't Mommy come pick me up? Mommy promised she'd never leave me alone.." Bra said to herself slowly.
In her hand, the small child clasped onto a doll. It's glazed eyes stared up at Bra, unblinking in the hot sunlight.
Bra decided then that she would swing some, and set her doll on the ground. Climbing onto the swing set, she swung back and forth.
She was all alone..
Pretty little Bra was all alone.
The man came near dusk, and Bra still sat on the swing rocking her baby doll.
Back and forth..
"Hi.. sweetie!" The man called out, waving innocently to Bra.
She smiled warmly at him. Her mom had always told her not to talk to strangers but this man seemed so nice..
What was a stranger anyway? A stranger was certainly not this man. Strangers were old and ugly monsters that stole little kids from under their beds.
Certainly not this man.
He sat down next to her and started the swing. The children's swing set creaked under his weight, but still managed to hold
him.
"What's your name sweetie?" The man questioned.
.....(creak).....
"Bra.." The young girl answered uncertainly, this man looked at her strangely.
.....(creak)....
"How old are you.. Bra?" The man wondered out loud.
.....(creak).....
"I'm eight" Bra responded, her eyes unblinking.
....(creak)....
"Are your parents around?"
....(creak)....
"No" Bra answered timidly, now feeling something is very wrong.
....(silence)....
"Good"
*End of Flashback*
"Bra... sweetie.." Bulma sat down on her daughter's bed and wrapped her arms around her. "My poor baby.."
But Bra wasn't listening, her eyes were glazed and unresponding.
"Daddy.. help! Help" She screamed cradling an imaginary baby doll in her arms.
Bulma just held her close.
"Daddy.. he's touching me!!" She screamed again, rocking the invisible doll back and forth.
No matter how hard Bulma tried, she couldn't wake her daughter from her constant nightmare. The constant nightmare that she
lived in.
"Mommy... Daddy.. Help.." A weak whisper escaped Bra's lips.
Bulma frowned, her daughter relieved her molestation over and over again. She must be able to see it so vividly.
Poor Bra-chan.. Poor little Bra-Chan
AN: Well.. should I continue? Tell me what you think.. guys.. Please? Thanks ^^