Disclaimer: I DO not own Dragon Ball Z or what not. I'm just another fanfic writer.

Btw I wrote this about three or more years ago and I know it had grammar errors and works to fast but please give me time lol.

Oh! And I hate weak females, so Bra isn't so weak in this story.

Her eyes slowly opened, then snapped shut. She groaned and rolled over. Her chest felt like it was caving in. She narrowed her eyes and sat up. Running a hand through her short hair she felt the tangles.

She slide out of bed and walked to the hotel bathroom, she looked into the mirror.

Tears dried on her face, wrinkles around her lips and eyes told her age. Silver hair tangles and napped around a face she didn't recognize. Her hands balled into fists and with a scream of absolute anger she smashed the mirror. Shards of glass flew every which direction along with blood.

Breathing hard she looked into the sink, where a long shard of the mirror starred back at her. She stood up and turned her back. She needed to find a plan; she couldn't wither away without showing him. She needed time.

But she was dying.

She could always wish upon the dragon, but then again she was dying from a natural cause.

Maybe there was a way to alter the wish.

A grin appeared on her face.

"Yes, I am after all a genius"

"Daddy!" Bra screamed as she entered the through the kitchen. She raised a delicate arched blue brow.

"Mommy!?" She called again, that was weird. She looked at the clock, reading 7:01pm. Usually around this time they were having dinner. Well sometimes her mother stayed late in the Lab and her father trained until she was finished. Bra smiled and went outside toward the GR. The lights were on which was a good sign. As she reached the door she looked in. Her eyes narrowed a little. Why was Pan training with her father? Her father never trained anyone since Trunks.

She watched as Pan flew at her father, and then instead of landing the punch she grabbed his crotch. Bra's eyes widened then she let out a growl as her own father pulled Pan into a very sexual kiss.

Turning her back on the two she ran inside toward the lab. Lights off. Her mother wasn't home. Bra flipped open her cell phone. She had to call Trunks.

"Trunks Briefs"

"Trunks, its Bra…I need you home ASAP"

Trunks sped through traffic, thinking about the call. Bra sounded so pissed off and usually she could control her anger, ever since she got engaged to Dende. Becoming the wife of someone so high up she needed to learn the manners.

Trunks pulled into the driveway of Cap. Corp. His old home.

As he parked by Bra's black BMW he noticed her standing by a tree. Stepping out of his own blue Celica he walked over to her.

"What's up?" He asked looking around for danger. Bra grabbed him by the arm and lead him to the GR. As they neared Vegeta was coming out with a towel draped around his shoulders. Their father raised a brow as he saw both of his children.

"What are you two doing here?" he gruffly asked. Only to be rewarded with a punch to the face.

"Bra!" Trunks yelled pulling his sister back as she went in for another punch.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" she screamed her ki rising higher. Vegeta looked shocked at his youngest before hiding it. He never knew she held this kind of power.

"Bra what are you doing!?" Trunks screamed trying to retain his sister; he had to power to super saiyan to restrain her.

Bra screamed again, her power ski rocketing as a golden glow took over her body, Vegeta was pushed back a little, as was Trunks.

When both looked up they watched as a Super Saiyan Bra glared at her father will so much hate.

"How could you father…how could you cheat on mom with Pan?" That's when all hell broke loose.

So There you have it a very short chapter…meh I'm trying! There will be more suspense later, and more surprises and I will try to carry this out in longer chapters instead of making it a soap opera.