((Man.. don't yell at me. :P I love you guys.. Sorry the chapter's been so delayed.. And uhm.. Don't hate me. :P There's another flashback....And. I'm gonna play with you a little in this chapter.. If you read it carefully, you'll understand what I do. :P And.. Gohan an old.. old friend of Bra's. Incase you wonder why they're so close. ))

Disclaimer: ....If I owned this.. It wouldn't be fanfic.

Chapter Four

As the older man glared angerly at his own flesh, his wife lay strewn on the bed behind him.

Every so often Bulma would sit up sharply and cough, a pathetic attempt to clear the blood clogging her breathing passages.

In the midst of all this mayhem, Bra sighed deeply. The vulgar smell of death decorated the air. The young woman's conscience had been quiet for quite some time, as if it had viably begun to expect the worst.

Bulma's son gently lifted his dying Mother up, cradling her in his arms. Trunks gave a sardonic smile, wondering when he had changed roles with Bulma. Glancing disgustedly at his sister, he left the room, going to find help for the weaking body in his arms.

It was hard to say what was going through the older man's mond, but he made no motion of pardoning the writhing child on the floor.

'...You.." Vegeta said callousely, forcing out the single word. A thick coat of hatred paiting his face, but despite his anger he couldn't finish his threat. For a split second his face faultered. Taking a deep breath, mad at himself for his obvious sign of weakness, he glared at Bra coldly. Nearly a minute later, he stormed out the door.

Bra whimpered in the corner, realizing that she was alone again.

Standing up timidly, her lower lip trembled. Bra walked over to the bed where her mother had slept. Running her hands along the comforter, she spread the crimson liquid around. Not seeming to notice, nor care, she climbed into the bed.

Flashback

Sleep came to the child almost immediatly. Her day had been rough, filled with misfortunes that no child should be forced to face.

She murmered in her sleep, and held her small doll close to her. It's dull eyes were wide open. Bra was probably too old to play with dolls, but her Mother hadn't had the heart to take away her only friend, not after what had happened.

Bulma had noticed almost instantly that her husband's behavior towards his daughter had changed drastically after that day.

Vegeta's whole essence had been seemingly ripped into peices when Trunks had carried his little princess through the door, beaten and broken.

Something in him snapped. Slowly at first. Bulma had thought it was sad.. Sad to see someone as emotionally stable as Vegeta, become such a god awful wreck.

Bulma had a hard time keeping their small family together. Vegeta had stopped caring.. about everything. Fighting had begun to take a front seat in his life. Killing this, and killing that. She could never keep the Saiyan at home anymore. Then.. when he was at home, he spent it withdrawn from everything.

Only Bulma had seemed to notice this behavior as strange though..

End of Flashback

Waking up from her dream, Bra flopped over on her bed. She spent three minutes twisting and turning in her covers, before finally sitting up. Her eyes scanned the walls, shuddering at the large amount of blood splattered on them.

Bra raised an eyebrow and scanned the walls once again, before forcing out a simple answer.. 'Yeah..'

The woman flinched at her own revelation, but rather than deny it.. She seemed to accept it whole heartedly.

Sighing, she tried to untangle the chunks of dried blood from her aqua colored hair.

Wincing, Bra scanned the room once more.. In a chair in the corner of the room, she layed eyes on a familar face.

Gohan had been woken up from a dead sleep. He wasn't thrilled at this fact, but when he caught sight of Bra.. He was immediately happy that he had been. He sighed tediously and walked up to Bra, placing a hand on her shoulder..

'It's gotten worse...Hasn't it?' The older man stared at Bra and when she didn't answer, he began to assume. "Why did you try to hurt your Mom, Bra-chan?"

A very loud sob escaped Bra's mouth, and she shuddered..

"Don't call me that.. Gohan-kun. Please.." She said slowly, her eyes filling with tears.

Gohan nodded, and hugged Bra for a moment.. Then released her, and looked around the room.. Spotless white walls clashed with the bloodied carpet. "Bra.. I'm just trying to help you..."

A sigh later, Bra looked up and blinked at him.. "I'm fine, Gohan- kun..Quit trying to tell me I'm not.. "

"No you aren't Bra.. If you were, you wouldn't have tried to hurt your family this morning.." Gohan stated, hugging her tightly again.

"Gohan..." Bra murmered slightly..

"Yes, Bra?" The young man questioned softly.

The young woman trembled slightly, and glared at him for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Gohan inquired reaching out to touch Bra's shoulder. Angerly, she shoved him back.

"They deserved it."