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Chapter 02 – Dying

A white-gloved fist slammed into her face, sending her crashing spine first into the ground, the earth trembling as her form was dragged against the soil.

Her legs wobbling as she stood up, she wiped the blood that dribbled down her lip with the back of her hand.

A man wearing navy blue spandex and a pair of white boots with golden tips touched the terrain; her eyes narrowed on the pointy-haired man, his golden aura and treads of yellow bio-electricity spinning around his body combined with his menacing stare not intimating her in the slightest.

"You cannot beat me that way."

She snarled, desperately wanting to prove him wrong.

Faster than the human eye could see, the man fired off a ball of ki, but his daughter easily deflected it with her hand. Firing dozens of more balls of ki, the half Saiyan repelling those too, the man did an afterimage, appearing behind her, but his daughter mimicked him, pulled a fist back and launched it at him. Without turning, the pointy-haired man raised his fist, causing her hand to bounce off his knuckles. Dropping to the ground, he spun, sweep kicking her off her feet. She took action quickly, vanishing before her back could hit the ground, appearing above him with her arm stretched out, a shining green orb humming loudly within her palm.

"Final Shine!"

With an annoyed snort, her father jumped over her attack, which scorched the ground. Coming from behind him again, she fired off three consecutive bursts of Final Shine attacks, but to her horror, her father brushed off all of them without moving an inch.

Vegeta scoffed. "This is ridiculous! What is wrong with you these days Bra?! Put some effort in your training or else Gohan will actually surpass you! And you know that is an embarrassment since the boy hardly trains anymore."

"I am!" Bra shouted back, wiping sweat from her moisten brow.

She wasn't lying. She really was giving it her all. They have been sparring for over an hour and quite frankly she's tiring a lot faster than the last time they trained, which was no more than three days ago. In fact, each sparring session they've had as of late has decreased her strength and no one knows the cause of it. Bulma, with that genius mind of hers, had run numerous tests on her but the result was always the same; her daughter is absolutely 'fine'. However, her pure white hair, which was currently dyed to look like her regular healthy sea-green color, was a dead giveaway that something wasn't right with her. Though Bra had warned her it wouldn't work, her mother still went ahead and insisted on dying her hair. Of course, the half Saiyan was right. Not all human hair products work on Saiyans very well and because Saiyan blood is naturally more potent than human, half breeds struggled with the same issue; it did last longer on half Saiyans however…that is if they didn't transform into a Super Saiyan. It immediately starts to fade the longer they remain transformed. This was tested on Gohan after they first tried it on Bra as a confirmation, seeing as how Trunks can't transform and nor can Kibō. They then needed a full Saiyan and well Vegeta…he is the only full Saiyan left so yeahhh… Bulma must have had the biggest trump card held over his head. Her mother even got him to dye it the same color as her own, in which Bra nearly died of laughter because she had been the only one to witness it. Fortunately for her father, transforming for a second got rid of all of it instantly.

Nevertheless, the next morning after testing she decided that dying it was better than nothing; she hated how lifeless its appearance was and how her body seemed to mirror it. It was as if her body was falling apart and well, it has been going on for years now.

Her father scoffed at that notion during their usual spars, stating that that's a belief she had installed in her mind because of her never-ending mopping over Goku.

But that wasn't true and to some extent, her father acknowledged that too. He's seen her in pain, however not to the point that she's in tears and wants nothing more than to just roll over and die. On those days, her mother begs her to stay in bed, but just like her father, she ignores her, no matter how many times she blacked out during sparring sessions, only to wake up in bed, with Kibō curled on her side.

Speaking of her son…

He was sitting next to a lavender haired boy. Trunks had a look of awe as he watched her, his sister, and father jump right back into sparing.

Trunk's…uhh nephew (go figure)…who is about one year younger than him, had a rather pensive look on his face as he eyeballed his mother in concern. Unfortunately, Trunks didn't seem notice.

"This is so awesome! Kibō, who do you think is going to win? I bet my dad is sooo gonna mop the floor with your mom!" Trunks asked.

He already knew his answer; he just asked the question just to get him riled up. In his mind, he saw Kibō as his younger brother. From what he was told, uncles are usually always older than their nephew…like way older and are supposed to be more serious, mature and stuff. He's only near one year older and still a kid like him, so it sounds better to just call him his brother. Besides, if being an adult uncle is anything like Kibō's boring brother, Gohan, then he didn't want to be one.

"Actually, I agree with you this time Trunks."

This stunned the boy. "Really? Why?"

Kibō's worried expression as he continued to watch his mother and grandfather confused Trunks "There has been something wrong with mom for years now. And as of lately, it's getting worse."

"You don't think she's sick do you?"

"Please don't say that." Kibō replied, his blue eyes shaking with worry. The worst part is, is that pretty much all of them know that. They've tried to hide it from Trunks and I and while they succeeded in hiding my mom's sickness from him, they failed with me. I lost a dad I never even met and…I won't let my mom die.

"Alright, that's enough of the warm-up! Let us get serious!" Clutching his fists and release a short grunt, his golden aura came to life again, though his yellow bio-electricity had changed into sharp blueish-white.

Balling up her fists, Bra pushed out her power, her sea-green eyes flashing into turquoise while her greenish-blue neck length hair spiked up, yet refused to change to blonde. With her arms and legs coating in an even brighter gold, the transformation was complete.

'Watered Down Saiyan' form is what Vegeta calls this transformation. This was the Super Saiyan Fist, the very same technique that she used against Junior in the Cell Games and had perfected during the time of peace before Bojack came.

"Why am I wasn't my time with you? This thing you call a transformation cannot compete with a Super Saiyan 2! Stop making excuses and transform!"

"I can't!" With one more push, bio-white treads of energy spun around her. "But I don't have to! I can take you on like this!"

Vegeta laughed. "Oh really? That watered down 'upgrade' did not increase your power much."

Without a word more, Bra rushed in, her heavy fist slamming into her father, taking the wind out of him and causing him to double over. Reeling her fist back, she hurled it down to his spine, sending him rocketing down. Landing on the ground on his feet, he pushed into the air diagonally as Bra's heavy foot dug into the earth. Vegeta charged in towards her from the air, only to receive a jaw-breaking uppercut, launching him into the sky. Disappearing from the ground and materializing above, Bra's legs lit up as she did a spinning summersault, the heel of her foot connecting with the back of Vegeta's skull, making his eyes whiten with shock. Falling downward, the Prince almost crashed face first but somehow managed the will to land on his hands and knees, creating fissures on the brown terrain.

Looking at Bra, who is still airborne, her father smirked. Bra's brows furrowed, not understanding why he was smirking.

"This battle is finished."

Bra became alarmed. "Wha?! What do you m-"

What happened next was…a little too much considering he knew that his daughter stood no chance against him in her current state of heath.

Vegeta's fist connected with her face, causing it to snap to the right side as he then proceeded phased through her. In her dazed state, she could not prevent him from slamming his fist against the same cheek. Bra felt like it was an odd move, as it seems like he had done a round trip around the world just to attack the same area; it hurt twice as much as the first time. The half Saiyan couldn't fallow her father's movements as he suddenly came from above, phasing through her against, though this time he only connected his hit on the trip back. Several punches and kicks peppered against her stomach and chest came next before he grabbed her arm and held her limp half-lidded form in the sky.

"Mom!"

"Like I said, we are done here."

Vegeta just about dropped her when she gasped and her hair flashed white. He turned pale and fell back into his base form when he saw tears rolling down her dull eyes…they look like she is…

"Trunks, give her a Senzu Bean…" He said as he landed on the ground and placed her on the soft grass. Without another word, he started to head towards Capsule Corp, feeling utterly ashamed of himself. I let myself get carried away because I had thought that if I continued to push her, she'd eventually snap out of this notion that she is losing her power…getting weaker…but it appears that her condition is a lot more serious than I had thought. She is weakening and perhaps even…

"Hey, where the heck do you think you're going!"

Before the Prince could think of turning, a small fist had collided with his cheek, sending him skidding backward. His eyes widen when he saw Kibō's fuzzy matted hair rise up until it had the appearance of-

"It-It looks like Kakarot's hair when he's a Super Saiyan again! But how? It was short just mere moments ago!"

Vegeta reacted fast, as without hesitation Kibō started throwing rapid punches and kicks at him. But like always, unless unguarded, the Prince's defense and evasion was perfect when he fought others who were leagues below him both in technique and power. Studying the child, he obviously knew that his rage had consumed him so much, that he was fighting sloppily, throwing all the teachings he, his daughter and Gohan had taught him. Next was his hair. Though spiked like Kakarot's once more, the only trait that indicates that he might be a Super Saiyan is his turquoise eyes, which shined with unadulterated anger. Wait if he could transform, then can Trunks?!

While he blocked and dodged Kibō's attacks, Vegeta called out his son's name, who was still so shocked at his nephew's display of power that he forgot to give his sister the Senzu. Trunks was definitely upset with his dad for beating up his sister the way he did, but from the manner he reacted when he defeated her, he knew he did wrong and was sorry for it, even if he would never outright say it; it's just how his dad is.

"Yeah dad?"

"Can you transform into a Super Saiyan also?"

"That's the blond thing you guys do right?"

"Yes." He answered, lazily blocking a punch coming from the right before evading a kick from the left.

"Yeah I can!"

Vegeta mistakenly dropped his guard when he heard his son's answer, giving Kibō the opportunity to sock the Prince straight in the face. Having enough of this, he caught the next fist and jammed his own right into his stomach, making the boy's eyes whiten; he fell limp over his arm.

"Why did you never tell me?" He asked, putting Kibō down beside his mother.

Trunks shrugged. "I dunno, you never asked."

"Yes, of course." Vegeta mumbled, frowning. "What about Kibō?"

Trunk shook his head. "Nope, but for some reason when he powered up, he almost matches me when I go Super Saiyan!"

"Boy, tell me, do you see anything unusual while fighting him in your Super Saiyan state?"

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, his blue orbs rounded when he had an answer. "Yeah actually! His eyes turned like green or something! Exactly like me, my sister, you and Gohan's!"

The Prince nodded. "Give Bra the bean, I'm going inside."

"Okay."

Vegeta lips curved slightly So the both of them can transform, even though Kibō transformation is rather unusual…that's incredible considering their age! He then frowned. It's unfortunate that my grandson has Kakarot's DNA…

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Looking at the mirror, she fingered her slightly whiter sea-green hair, her soulless eyes lowering.

Bra sighed.

The hair dye is fading again and she hadn't even transformed…not that she can anymore without feeling some kind of discomfort.

She was currently at Mount Paozu, where she had opened a capsule that contains a house that she had customized to her liking. When she wanted to be alone, she's come to this forest filled area and hang out with nature…just like Goku would. Sometimes she'd bring Kibō.

Pulling a navy blue shirt over her head, she slides it down, the shirt stopped just below her thighs; it was Goku's and sadly, it no longer carried the late Saiyan's scent. But she nevertheless kept it and of course washed it regularly

At least it made her feel a little better knowing that he once wore it.

All of a sudden she gasped, wincing as her head began to throb for who knows how many times now, making her hair flicker white. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she curled into a tight ball. Salty streams of water slid down her face, soaking her pillow. She rocked back and forth, fear gripping her heart as for the first time since this sickness started, her entire body began to pulse rapidly. This hurts so much! Maybe I shouldn't be training, but-but I don't want another Bojack situation to occur and not be ready for it! My dad and I are the only ones that can truly put up a fight since Gohan practically stopped training because he is so terrified that he'd lose control of himself again! But now… it seems that dad is the only one that can protect Earth because I'm practically useless! I mean I can't even turn Super Saiyan anymore…what if I'm…

Kami I'm dying, aren't I?

There she said it. After years of denying it, she finally is admitting that she could in fact be dying. She's been in pain for so long now…so many years and now, she feels like she's reaching her end. But I don't want to die! Kibō needs me! My family needs me! Earth needs me!

Bra's body continued to spasm electrifying her nerves, the pounding noise within her ears screaming loudly while her heartrate increased. The fear that was digging its frightful claws into her throat made her choke to the point that she was beginning to see black spots dancing in front of her; the room spinning, her reality twisting, swirls of menacing demonic shadows with sinister ruby orbs glistening with insidious mirth, consuming her conscience. Her body moved on its own, or at least tried to as one particular red eyed demon sat on her chest, causing her to fall into a state of paralysis.

And just as her very soul was being swallowed into a pure void of…well nothingness, light exploded before her, lifting her off the bed and taking her into heaven.

Bra gasped as her body pulsed again, her heartrate returning to a normal rhythm as she opened her dulling eyes only to find herself outside in the brisk cool air, facing ahead in the horizon; her hair whipping erratically in the wind, she froze, blinking quickly in order to forcefully erase the tall figure in front of her…with…a…halo…?

"Soooo, are you going to hi or just stand there?"

Bra's jaw dropped.

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Later guys!

(Posted: 5/1/19)

~Gater~