Nira sat on the edge of her bed; lost in thought. Something was tugging at her, pulling at her nerves and she didn't know why. The feeling… it's oddly familiar. Yet she couldn't place where she felt it before.

She looked out the window as she hugged her pillow, she hadn't slept last night but she stayed in her room because of the awful feeling coiling around her like a python. She found her self tracing the zigzag tattoo with her finger but she didn't pull her gaze away from the window.

It was dawn and the sun was just coming over the horizon, turning everything pink and orange. Nira loves the dawn, not only because it was so beautiful but also because she knew the night was over and nightmares couldn't get her. Yes, she knows it's a childish though. But its what helps her not give up, even when she was so close to doing so.

No, she wasn't going to think of that time. No more ropes. No more knives. No more self – loathing. She was Nira Mora and she was getting better.

She felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she stared at the window. How many years has it been? She was almost nineteen, she came when she was fifteen.

The Mental Hospital was far from homely. It was intimidating and covered in white. She hated it these halls with all of her being. Almost as much as she hated the foster homes she hopped from one to another in her earlier years until she finally ran away to train herself and fight and fight and fight some more.

Yet at the same time she was… grateful? Yeah, that's a good word for it. She was grateful to be thrown in here because if she hadn't she wouldn't have met her… family.

Her heart squeezed in anxiety at the thought of considering these people her family. She spent so long trying to keep people away, not getting close to anyone. She even openly admitted that she was scared of letting any more people get close to her because they could get hurt. She was convinced that something bad was bound to happen, that her new family would be taken away from her like her first one was.

She was determined to never let that happen.

DBZ

Nira waddled into the common area, still lost in thought about the horrible sensation. She looked up to see Vegeta, Goku, Krillin, Bulma, and Piccolo talking to each other. Goku, Krillin, and Bulma were sitting on the couch and Piccolo and Vegeta were standing on either side of it. She noticed with a sly smile that Vegeta was standing much closer to Bulma than usual.

Suddenly the door opened and a few security officers walked through, there must be a new guy coming.

That's when she realized where she felt the feeling from before.

Nira's body tensed. Her hands clenched into fists so tight that blood started to drip off her fingers. Things seemed to go in slow motion as more people came through the doors until finally-

The bald head.

The mustache.

The crazy look in his eyes.

The terrible smile.

It's him.

Nira started shaking violently. Tears started falling down her face as horrible flashes of her family's death appeared before her eyes with vengeance. She didn't move. She was paralyzed!

"Nira?" Piccolo called to the woman. She looked so distressed, so much more than he had ever seen her. Even the time she fell asleep in the art room and he had to wake her up because she was thrashing in her sleep.

When she didn't snap out of it Piccolo jogged towards her.

"Whats going on?" Krillin asked, looking over the couch.

Piccolo didn't touch Nira, keeping his hands an inch away from her. "Nira? Whats wrong?"

Bulma started to get up but Vegeta stopped her, "Don't."

"Why? Look at her! She's so distressed." Bulma argued.

"Yes, she is. She's worse than she is when she wakes up from a nightmare. And you haven't seen her wake up from one have you?" Vegeta pointed out, not even looking at Bulma, "She attacks the nearest person. Piccolo knows, he still has a scar."

Bulma bit her lip as she watched the girl. Goku and Krillin were also there but were keeping their distance.

Finally Nira whispered, "It's him."

"What?" Goku asked.

"I didn't hear her." Krillin shrugged, flabbergasted at Nira's behavior.

Piccolo did. And he was stunned.

But when he turned around to see who she was talking about and saw the big guy with the maniacal smile he felt a surge of rage as well.

"Nira, say that again?" Krillin asked.

"She said 'it's him.'" Piccolo spat out, glaring at the new patient with every ounce of malice in his body.

This time everyone heard.

Bulma immediately knew whom he was talking about, thanks to Nira's in – detail explanation of the event, and covered her hand with her mouth in shock. "Oh no." she whimpered softly. She had hoped that Nira would never see the man and give up on her quest of vengeance. But here he is and there she is and Bulma knew very well that Nira could easily push aside Krillin and even Piccolo if she wanted, her only hope is that Goku will restrain her if she were to try to attack.

Vegeta turned his head to look at the new patient. So he was the one to kill Nira's brothers. His ears started buzzing, they way they always do when he see's a man that reminds him of his uncle. He wanted to strangle the man for hurting Nira and for killing her brothers. But Bulma was holding his arm and wasn't about to risk her getting hurt. Not that he cared.

Goku straightened himself as he stared at the man. He hated the man for hurting Nira but he also knew he couldn't do anything about it. Not to mention, if Nira decided to attack he was the only one closest to her who could hold her back. He wasn't going to let her become a killer.

But she already is a killer. Reason threw at him. No. Goku thought back, that was self - defense, she was keeping herself alive. Mindless slaughter is killing.

Krillin was absolutely shocked. He was immediately intimidated by the guy but he also hated him. Because anyone who kills a two year old and a four year old is nothing short of despicable. And his thoughts went to his unborn child. Yes, he truly hated this guy.

Amidst the turmoil of fear and pain behind Nira's eyes her vision became red.

She felt so very angry.

How dare he come here?

How dare he come near her and pretend she isn't there.

How dare he come so close to her new family"

He's going to hurt someone.

He's going to hurt someone close to her.

She wasn't going to give him the chance.

Nira coiled her posture, like a wolf preparing to attack a wild deer. She growled somewhere deep in her throat, something not human. She was still crying but she didn't care. She barely noticed anything besides the man that was starting to be lead somewhere else.

He won't get away this time.

Nira howled in vengeance! She put herself in motion, ready to take the man down. There was nothing but that man. Nothing but red. Nothing but blood yet to be shed. Nothing but her family's death cries. Nothing but howling fury. Nothing.

And then there was green hair and concerned eyes. There were two arms holding her from behind. There was a bald man's frantic voice. There was a doctor's frightened cry. A man's disbelieving face.

And Nira realized she had almost became the monster that haunted her in her dreams.

She wasn't crying anymore. Although she felt like a flood could come pouring from her eyes at any second. How could she? How could she be so prepared to take a person's life? How could she become an embodiment of rage so close to the people she cared about? She could've hurt them!

Nira was painfully reminded of the time she lashed out at Piccolo when she awoke from a dream. She had bit his arm – nearly took a chunk off! In her fear she hadn't realized what was going on and when she did she was horrified! She retrieved a nurse and handled the situation fairly well but she was disgusted with herself. She couldn't apologize enough, even if Piccolo said there was nothing to worry about. The most it left was a scar but every time she saw it she was reminded of the time she had hurt him. She hated that.

The raven - haired girl went limp in Goku's arms. She was surrendering.