Hey everybody! I'm back. Now, I didn't get as many reviews as I would have liked, but I'm updating any way. I didn't write this story for nothing. Anyway, this part of the story takes place fifteen years after Cheza's BIRTH. And the rest of the story will go on in this time period. I've finished writing this out too and am working on the sequel. But we'll talk more about that later.

CHAPTER FIVE

Wham! Pan was sent flying through several trees as Cheza punched her hard in the stomach. She instantly got back up and flew towards her younger friend, fists raised. Cheza flew up ,using the sun as a blinder, and then back down, her long jet black hair trailing behind her like a silky banner. She slammed Pan into the ground and landed.

"Ow. Man, Cheza. Do you have to hit so hard?" Pan whined as she rubbed her bruised cheek. The fifteen year old Cheza stood next to her examining her fists.

"Cheza had changed so much since her childhood. She was at least five foot four now and her wild black hair was much longer. (A:N It goes to the middle of her back.) The only things that hadn't changed were her tail, determination, and that piercing look she gave. Like she couldn't feel anything.

"Sorry." she replied unemotionally as she looked towards the sky. "You better start home. It's going to rain soon." Pan looked up as well. The dark clouds that loomed above them did not look too inviting. Pan got up, doubling over a little. Cheza had broken at least three ribs, but no big.

"Ok. Well, see you later, Chez." And with that said Pan took off towards the city while Cheza flew in the opposite direction.

Pan let herself into her house, hoping to sneak past her mom.

"Pan, is that you?" Too late.

"Yes, mom. Just got back from-"

"Training?" Videl walked into the room and nearly gasped when she saw Pan's bruised face. "Oh, Pan. Cheza again?"

"Yeah but she didn't mean to. You know how Chez is." Pan yelped when Videl touched her rib cage.

"That's it. I've had enough of this. You come home everyday bruised, bloody, and sore. I'm calling Bulma now and telling her about her youngest daughter's actions."

"No, mom. It's not Cheza's fault. She just can't completely control her powers. Please don't call Bulma." Videl looked at her daughter.

"It's too late for that now."

Cheza was just speeding over the forest close to Capsule Corp. when she stopped. No one was home any way so she could stay out for a little longer. Perching herself on a tree branch she sat back and thought about what her mom would yell about tonight. Her room or her not eating again?

Suddenly, Cheza gripped her right forearm in pain. Her scar was burning. Again. The pain subsided and then the blood came. It poured out of her arm like a waterfall. Damn. Why did this always happen? Cheza pulled some bandages out of her pocket and rewrapped the wound before eating a Sensu bean.

Ever since she had made the gravity chamber collapse so long ago, this had happened. The pain and the bleeding. and the nightmares. She would wake up frequently with nightmares of glowing electric blue eyes and her killing her entire family. Bra always died first from Cheza breaking her neck. Then Trunks with and energy blast. Bulma went next from a kick to the back, snapping her spine. But Vegeta's was the most horrific. She would form a dragon of black flames and it would devour him right before her eyes.

Cheza broke from her thoughts and looked to the sky. It was almost sunset now so she left her perch and flew home to an angry Bulma.

"Cheza Kisara Briefs! This is the third time this month that I have gotten a call from Videl! Pan's face is bruised beyond belief and she has five broken ribs! What do you have to say for yourself!" Bulma screeched at Cheza who was sitting on the couch, her arms folded.

"Well, I'm sorry Pan isn't nearly as strong as I am! She should train more so then she wouldn't get injured as much!" Cheza yelled back jumping off of the couch.

"Don't raise your voice to me, young lady! I've had it with your attitude! Tomorrow you start going to school! No more training! I forbid it!" Cheza's jaw dropped.

"What! Mom, you can't be serious!"

"Oh, I am. No more fighting. You are going to be a refined young woman whether you like it or not." Bulma said, authority clear in her voice. Cheza glared at her mother.

"I hate you, bitch! I'll never go to school! I'm a fighter! I'm a saiyin and you can't change that!" Cheza screamed as she ran to her room. Locking the door behind her, she grabbed a back pack and stuffed her armor in it. Opening the window, she jumped out and looked down at her house.

"Cheza get down here this instant!" Bulma yelled from the yard. Vegeta came out of the gravity chamber obviously pissed.

"What are you screaming about, woman!" Bulma glared at him.

"Your youngest daughter is in a world of trouble right now! Now, get her down here!" Vegeta growled and looked up at his daughter. This happened on a daily basis.

"Cheza, come down here. We'll talk this out." Usually that's all Vegeta had to say, but it wouldn't work this time.

"No! You're just going to take her side!" Cheza yelled back. She lifted her hand and blasted her home, the roof collapsing.

"Cheza! Stop that now!" Vegeta yelled as he blasted off towards his daughter. Cheza's tail flickered white and her eyes gold. She dropped her bag as her hair changed color to a shocking white.

"Go to hell!" And with that said she sent hundreds of knifes of black energy at her Vegeta. Several pierced his arms and legs while a few hit his chest.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed from the ground as he fell. Cheza's eyes widened as her hair returned to normal.

'What have I done?' Cheza gripped her head as images of her nightmare flashed before her eyes. Vegeta was swallowed by her cursed dragon in her mind.

"Vegeta! Open your eyes! Please!" Bulma begged. Trunks and Bra ran outside gasping when they saw their father in a pool of blood.

Both siblings looked up at Cheza who turned and flew away, tear gems falling from her eyes as she sped away. It was all her fault.