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Its been 16 years. 16 long years. 16 years since Bra and I were kidnapped by Frieza. 16 years since we had a peaceful life. Now it's full of fighting. Frieza thinks my memory has been erased. Hmph. If only he knew... He makes me train for hours every day and makes Bra train for even more. She doesn't like to fight, but if she doesn't she'll get whipped. There's nothing me or Molly can do. Last time I tried to stop Frieza from whipping Bra, I got whipped myself. Frieza has a ki whip. It's made out of energy. His own energy. I hate to admit it, but he is still stronger than both of us put together. Molly has served as a great mother figure for Bra. Molly started off training Bra. She went easy on her but still taught her many fighting techniques. Frieza won't let me train Bra. We've sparred though. I remember 16 years ago when Frieza told me his plan. Hes still stuck to that plan. But he says that we're not strong enough yet. Here's my plan. When we go to earth to 'fight', Bra and I are just going to rebel against Frieza. We'll have help. Hopefully my father will be there. Goku, Gohan and even Goten.

Vegeta and Bulma were never really sure what happened that day. None of them were sure. All they know is that when they abruptly left the restraunt and arrived at Capsule Corps, there was no one there except for Goten. He was about to leave for Trunks' house when he felt a strong ki that wasn't familiar. By the time he made it there, there was no one left. He blames himself.

Pretty much after that day everyone just left Vegeta and Bulma alone. Bulma was so upset that she couldn't sleep at night. Vegeta, who supposedly never showed emotions, even cried a little. Only Bulma saw, though.

I watched Bra train with Zarbon from some computer monitors in the control room. They were training in a gravity room, similar to the one at Capsule Corps. She was beautiful. With her long aqua hair swaying as she sparred and her beautiful aqua eyes shining with the bright lights. She reminded me of mom. Our real mom. Not Molly. Molly was great. She just wasn't Bulma.

I was thankful that Molly didn't erase my memory. I've told Bra thousands of stories about home and our family and friends. All she has is my word. I'm running out of stories to tell her. I tell her stories about the saiyans and how they fight and how they can be good. But Frieza goes and tell her stories about how horrible the saiyans are and how they wiped out millions of races and destroyed planets that had people on them. He told her about how hard he had to fight to save her and Trunks from the saiyans. According to Frieza, they were trying to kill us. Bullshit. That's what it is. All Frieza thinks we know is that we're brother and sister. I've told her that, and I can only hope that she believes me. With all the stuff that Frieza tell her that's not true, it's hard for her to believe me. I'm not even sure if she trusts me. Probably from her point of view, Frieza is the one that's telling the truth and I'm the rebel. The one that's lying and the one that wants to rebel against Frieza. She trusts me enough, though, that she doesn't tell Frieza what I've been saying. Maybe it's not me she trusts. Maybe it's Molly. Molly told her not to tell Frieza. She's known Molly almost all her life and she's her mother figure for her to look up to. I don't train as much anymore. I just watch Bra. Bra must trust Molly or something because if she tried hard, she could probably beat us both up and then turn us in to Frieza. We'd probably be killed if that happened. So right now I can only pray that she trusts us. But I can sense it. Her faith in us is getting weaker and her faith in Frieza is getting stronger.

I remember when she was 6. She didn't have any interest in fighting. Zarbon tried desperately to train her, but she just wouldn't fight. If Zarbon tied her tail around her waist, she would untie and let it go free. If Zarbon told her to stand up, she would sit down. Frieza finally took matters into his own hands and first used the ki whip on Bra. That was when I interfered and got whipped too. The thing with the ki whip, though, is that it can read your ki level and then doubles the energy inside of it so when you get whipped, it hurts really bad.

After that incident, Bra trained vigorously for the next 10 years. I spar with her sometimes. She can beat me though. I pretty much gave up training to take care of Bra. That's why it hurts so bad that she doesn't really trust me. I don't think that Frieza is really going to make me fight that much. Just Bra.

"Hey Trunks." Bra said. I hadn't even noticed that she had stopped training.

"Hey." I replied.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Before I could answer, one of Frieza lackeys entered the room. He said that Frieza wanted to see Bra immediately.

I quickly paced to where Frieza's throne room was. I really wanted to see what was wrong with Trunks, but I didn't want to keep Frieza waiting either. I hate the ki whip. If I had not gone to Frieza immediately, that's what I would have gotten. I hate the ki whip, but I respect Frieza. Trunks doesn't see why, though. I've explained it to him a lot. He just doesn't get it. Frieza says that saiyans are bad and that he rescued Trunks and I from them. Trunks says that's a load of bull. He says that the saiyans are good. I say that's a load of bull. He seems hurt that I don't believe him though.

I soon arrived at the double doors that led to Friezas throne room. A lackey greeted me. "Lord Frieza will see you in a minute."

I nodded.

I was in love with the throne room. Only because it had a wonderful view of the stars and any planets. None of the other rooms on the ship had that. I loved it.

The same lackey reemerged through the double doors. "Lord Frieza is ready for you now."

I walked into the room where Frieza was sitting.

"Bra. You're my strongest warrior. You can go super saiyan. We are going to planet earth to attack and kill the saiyans soon. Your mission is to take the other warriors and make an attack plan. I want you to bring me Vegeta, alive. I want to torture him. Make him pay for everything he has done."

"Yes, Lord Frieza. But I have a question. Who is this Vegeta?" I asked.

"Vegeta. He is your father. A saiyan. He was going to kill you when you were born because he didn't want a girl for a child. He doesn't know, though, how strong you could be. That's why I rescued you and Trunks. He was going to kill you both."

A lie. I didn't know it. Trunks did. But I didn't. I believed him.

"He shall pay." I said.

"We are going to make a course toward earth in 2 weeks. I want you to train as hard as you can until then."

I nodded. Frieza then dismissed me and I bowed and left the thrown room. I had to tell Trunks! I ran back to Trunks' room. We all used to share a room but then Frieza moved me into my own room and Trunks into his and then Molly had her room all to herself again. That uspet Molly. She was like a mother to me. But moving me out of her room wasn't really upset her. What really upset her was when I started to think Trunks and Molly were lying to me about the saiyans and Frieza was telling the truth. I had stopped calling her 'Mom' after that incident.

I arrived at Trunks' room and didn't even bother to knock. I typed in the password for his room and ran inside.

"TRUNKS! GUESS WHAT?!?!"

"What?"

"WE'RE GOING TO ARRIVE AT EARTH IN 2 WEEKS! I FINALLY GET TO FIGHT THE SAIYANS!"

"Oh.."

"Aren't you excited? You get to fight too."

"No. I'm not. Haven't you listened to anything I've said to you? Saiyans are good. Frieza is lying to you."

"No! Your just making up excuses so you don't have to fight. Your afraid someone will beat you. Some brother you are." I smirked. I knew I was right. I just knew it.

I couldn't believe what she was saying. After all I had told her. She believed Freiza over me. I should have seen this coming. She hasn't been believing me for a while now.

"You better not say that," she said. "Or I'll turn you in to Frieza and he'll kill you for betrayal."

"Fine."

"It's not my fault I believe Frieza over you. Your a boob!" she giggled. "You'd better start training." she playfully punched me in the arm.

Suddenly our little argurement turned into a ticklefest.

"Hey!" I yelled. I started to tickly her under the arms.

"No. No! Stop!" she was laughing so hard she could barely speak.

I guess she forgot about being mad at me.

Every warrior has a weakness. Bras' weakness is she's so tickleish.