"Chemo?" Bulla and Trunks chimed together. They both sat at the table on opposite sides of each other. Bulma was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee.

"Chemo. Chemotherapy," Bulla said as a sigh escaped between her lips and her coffee mug, "Its supposed to help kill the illness."

"They can't just give me some meds and call it a day?" Bulla mumbled, resting her head into her palm. "Why does this all have to happen to me? Why do I have to …have someone else's illness?"

"I wish we knew, but that's the path that was chosen for you…and I wish...never mind." Her mother stopped, turning her body away so her children couldn't see the sadness in her face. She didn't want to say knowing about the legend many years ago would have prevented either of their existence. She didn't even want to think about something like that, but at the same time she felt selfish. She wiped away a small tear from the corner of her eye and took another sip of her coffee quietly. Things were awkward in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna go find dad." Bulla announced as she stood up from the table. She walked away from Bulla and Trunks and ventured down the hallway that led to her fathers haven, or the gravity chamber. She walked through the automatic doors and looked around the area. "Dad?" She called out. No response. He was no where to be found.

"Maybe…he's outside." She mumbled as she walked out of the side door in the gravity chamber dock. Just as she figured, he was sitting in the lawn several yards away from their house. She slowly walked towards him, putting her index fingers through the belt loop of her jeans. She approached him. He didn't bother to look up at her and just continued to look beyond.

"Haven't seen you around today." She said as she plopped down beside him.

"Hn…" Vegeta grunted, still refusing to look at her, barely giving her any acknowledgement.

"Um…" she started, sort of at a loss for words, "So…I start chemotherapy tomorrow, whatever that is. Its supposed to get rid of what's wrong with me."

"Nothing will cure you, Bulla," He spoke with an annoyed tone, raising his knee and resting his elbow on it. He really didn't want to have this conversation.

"Why can't we be positive here? Chemo will help," She reassured him, trying to promote him to be just as hopeful.

"You believe anything any idiotic human will tell you. You're just as idiot as they are, then!" Vegeta snapped, "Why don't you leave me the way you found me, child. IN PEACE!"

Bulla blinked a few times, before shaking her head and standing up, "I don't even know why I bothered." She brushed her jeans off and placed her hands on her hips angrily. "You can't even try to be positive? You act like you don't even care!"

"Go…away.." Vegeta growled in a very low, serious voice.

Bulla could feel tears welling in her eyes as he shooed her away. She was becoming just as angry and impatient. "Screw off dad," she mumbled under her breath. Vegeta abruptly stood up and met eyes with his daughter. Fire burned through his skin. He was use to being disrespected by his wife, but he would not take it from his own offspring.

"You want to say that a little louder, child?" Vegeta challenged.

"I said…screw…off. Was that clear enough, loud enough?" Bulla smiled sarcastically, before turning and walking away. She didn't get far before he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back, meeting eyes with her again. They both frowned at each other. Bulla courageously bared her teeth at him in a failed attempt to intimidate him. "Let me go." She commanded before yanking her arm away and leaving. He didn't stop her this time. Instead, he took off by flight and was out of sight immediately.

Moments later, Bulla entered the house angrily. She passed the kitchen where her family watched her in confusion. Finally she was in her room. She slammed the door and flopped down on her bed, covering her face in the pillow before screaming into it. As she removed the pillow, tears emerged from her eyes and rolled off of her chin. She stared up at the ceiling and suddenly felt weak. She was worn out from being so angry with her father….with everything. She continued to let her tears flow until she lulled off to sleep.

The morning, the Breifs women found themselves at the local hospital. It was Bulla's first chemotherapy treatment, and no one was looking forward to the procedure. The doctor informed them on what to expect before, during and after the procedure and Bulla's face read less than thrilled. "Mrs. Briefs, your job will just be to make sure she recovers nicely from each treatment." The doctor said. Bulma gave a small, worried nod.

"Here we go.." The doctor warned as he prepared the IV. Bulla and Bulma both closed their eyes as she received the IV. Bulla already hated this procedure and just wanted it to be over.

Fortunately, it was over within several minutes. Unfortunately, it made her feel like complete crap. She felt like something inside of her was slowly dying inside of her and she wanted to vomit very badly. She took a deep breath and looked at her mother.

"Honey, you're face…its green. Are you okay?" Bulma asked her as she walked over to her daughter who was reclined on the hospital table. Bulla shook her head. She was so nauseous she could barely speak. She just pointed at the bucket behind her mother and held her mouth to avoid any surprise upchuck. Her mother in one swift movement grabbed the bucket and placed it under Bulla's chin and there it was. It was a horrible experience and it wasn't even over. Bulla took over handling the bucket as her body rejected its contents once again. Bulma held her hair back as she sympathized with the girl.

"How long…" Bulla started as she spit into the bucket, "will I have to deal with this?"

"Well, the side effects will usually last for an hour or less, depending on the person. But with your strong blood, you'll be fine within a few minutes." The doctor responded as he removed his surgical gloves. "Your follow up will be in two weeks. See you then." He said as he gathered his things to walk out of the door, leaving Bulla and her mother to deal with her aching side effects.

The ride home was just as terrible. Along with the motion sickness, her body was weak and she was very exhausted.

"We're almost home sweetie," Bulma said as she patted her thigh from the driver seat. Bulla sighed and shook her head slowly.

Three days after her first round of chemo, Bulla felt renewed and ready to enjoy herself again. She was due for a shopping trip, and who better to ask to go with her than her dad? At this point, anyone. Maybe a shopping trip alone would be fine for the day.

"Trunks!" she called out down the hallway to Trunk's room, "Can you drop me off at the mall in an hour?"

"Sure!" He shouted back.

Bulla stood up to get ready. She put on a decent outfit, nothing to fancy, and she grabbed her brush to fix her hair. "I can't wait to see what sales are going on!" She sang as she began to brush her hair , "I bet…there..are.." She trailed off as she focused in on the large plug of hair that came out in her brush. She dropped the hairbrush and ran her fingers through her hair. More came out in between her fingertip. She clutched her separated hair locks and screamed bloody murder until the entire house gathered in her room. Bulma, Trunks and her Grand parents all appeared at her door.

"What is it Hon-" Bulma started before releasing a heavy gasp in shock.