Chapter 4: Damaged

Bra's POV

You are right there were times when I discussed it with him. No, he never really said much about it. Well there was the thing he said about mistaking me for my mother all the time, but I think I told you that already. Yes ma'am, I was jealous of her. Anyway, he told me that our affair was fine, but not to tell anyone. What's wrong with that? I believed him.

THIS IS A BORDER SORRY ABOUT THAT!

The ride home was quiet and awkward. Moonlight shone through the window lighting up my face. I blushed thinking that Vegeta might be able to see me. He looked at me and looked as if he was lost in thought, must have been thinking about mom.

I sighed and turned to him, "What was she like around you?"

Vegeta's eyes focused on me, "What?"

"I said, 'what was she like.'"

"I don't know. What kind of question is that?"

"Sorry but you are always thinking about her."

He turned away and shook his head, " That's not true."

"Vegeta, you're thinking of her right now. Every time you look at me like that I know you're thinking of her. So why don't you talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about. That's enough," he mumbled.

I backed up to the wall but stood my ground on the subject, "What are you hiding?"

"Enough," he said a little louder.

"I need to know my mom, who she really was. You seem to know something I don't. All I remember is her protecting me and telling me that she wanted me to live. I still have no idea what that all means."

"Well you don't need to know, so drop it."

"Dad!"

"Don't call me that," he said grabbing me.

I put my hands in front of my face to blind me of the rage in his eyes, " I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He looked at me for a while and then loosened his grip. I thought he was going to stop so I put my hands down revealing the man in front of me. His face looked calm enough but his hands were still gripping my arms. A smirk crossed his face and he took hold of my waist and pulled me on his lap.

"Why are you afraid of me," he asked pulling me closer and digging his fingers into my waist.

I let out a little cry but it just made the pressure of his fingers more intense," I don't' know." My voice begged him to let go but he just kept going with pleasure. He was pinching me now so hard my body went numb for a minute, all this because I called him dad.

"Do you think I did something to your mother?"

"No," I cried.

He tried to kiss me but I turned away. It didn't make him very happy and as fast as I had got up on his lap I was off in the seat next to him. This was a result of a hard push I had received from the man I thought I loved. I looked back at him ready to cry.

"Don't fuck with me I know what you think. You all think I killed her. Why would I kill her when I picked her," he continued out the window.

I gathered my thoughts, "Vegeta, I didn't think you killed her." My hand rested on his shoulder to reassure him.

"What difference does it make what you think," he mumbled.

"Well I don't know. I was wondering though, can I have the note she wrote me? I've been wanting it for a while."

He didn't say anything for a moment so I waited. Turning around to look at me he replied, "No."

"But it's mine."

"Don't argue with me!"

"She wrote it for me."

"You don't need to see it."

"She's my mom."

"She's my wife and I decide what she does and gives out. No you can't have it now shut up."

I looked out the window," Why can't you talk about her?"

"Because I'm not going to talk about that weakness in me."

"Weakness? She was your wife!"

"That's enough. I've had it just shut up and leave me alone."

He turned and kept looking out the window. I watched him for a second and then turned back to the outside world. How could he call my mother weak? It didn't make any sense I thought he loved her. At least I remember her leaving me to go to his room all the time. She always told me that that's what Daddy wanted so I naturally assumed that he wanted her.

When I got home I sat in my room and wondered what was going on. Apparently I was starting to see some truth but the more I saw that more I wanted a lie. I got up to look through my mom's things and felt a sharp pain in my sides. I lifted up my dress to see pink gashes where Vegeta had pinched me.

A/N; sorry this took so long I just want you to know I am still writing I have like one more chapter done and I'm working on six so it's just a matter of finding typing time.