disappointing.
I am always reachable at necco418@yahoo.com. (this e-mail address will not be
changing) And now on with the show!
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****
The waiting
room was thick with tension as the Briefs' and their closest friends waited for
the newest edition to the family. Vegeta stood emotionless in the farthest
corner of
the room, waiting, like everyone else, for word of his only daughter. His
seventeen-year-old baby girl, who was now bringing a child of her own into the
world.
The reality
of the situation hadn't really sunk in until now. Vegeta had watched from a
distance, with detached indifference as the child grew in his daughter's womb.
He had
managed all those months, to convince himself that Bra was just getting fat
from slacking off in the little training she did. It wasn't til now that he
really gave
thought to
how his little girl got into this mess. The idea burned him more than the
thought that Goku had ever been stronger than him. The image of some baka's
hands on
his baby's flesh, touching her in places that he didn't even want to imagine,
making her moan . . . He stopped that line of thought with a growl, disgusted
and infuriated beyond any reasonable meaning of the word.
His hand
fisted at his side. She is a princess! His mind screamed. She should not be
touched by anyone! Let alone some weak, human fool half way across the
planet! His
arm twitched with the suppressed rage and power boiling inside of him. He
closed his eyes and took a moment to calm himself. It isn't Bra's fault that
she
was taken
advantage of. It is on the useless pile of flesh that seduced her. He opened
his eyes and smirked coldly. Someone is going to get hurt tonight.
****
Gohan, who
was seated next to his mother, glanced over at Vegeta when he growled. The
prince looked as if he would kill the next person who mistakenly
approached
him. Gohan didn't blame him. As much as he hated fighting and violence, he
could empathize with the pain Vegeta was feeling right now. He could only
imagine
what he would do if it was Pan in there and not Bra. No, Gohan decided. He
would not be the one to hold Vegeta back when he inevitably took off to do
bodily harm
to the one who impregnated his daughter. Vegeta has been waiting months for
this and Gohan wouldn't try to stop him. He couldn't stop him. Not when
he knew
that he would do the same thing.
****
Trunks was
pacing in front of the double doors that led to the birthing rooms. He was the
only visibly distressed one in the group. Some of the passing nurses had
mistaken
him for the father a few times because of the way he was hounding them about
his sister. He stopped and ran a hand through his lavender hair, while
glancing at
his watch. Two hours! They've already been in there for two hours! Why do these
things take so long? He thought to himself while trying to sneak a peak
into the
other room.
He hated
hospitals. Trunks wasn't sure what it was about the creepy place. He had never
spent much time in them as a child. Maybe it was the pristine white walls
and shiny
linoleum floors. Or it could be the eerie lighting making the shadows dance
around him, accompanied by the chilling silence that was only broken by his
sister's
occasional scream of pain. Whatever it was, it was making him feel queasy.
This uneasy
feeling in the pit of his stomach has been sitting there since they arrived at
the damnable place. With every passing moment it grew worse. He didn't
know what
it was. There have been no signs of distress coming from Bra's room. He started
pacing again.
He knew his
father was pissed. He could feel his anger rolling off of him in thick black
waves. It was never good to piss off the Sayian Prince. Trunks knew that at
least part
of his anxiety came from the knowledge that someone was going to get hurt
tonight. Normally he didn't mind going out and beating on Bra's boyfriends with
his father. It was good, clean fun and it was time that he got to spend with
him. But, he wasn't sure that he wanted to see what his father had in store for
tonight. The man was angry enough to kill, something Trunks hadn't seen shining
so brightly in him since he was a small boy. He knew that Vegeta saw this as a
strike against his pride and pride was something that he always took seriously.
Goten
hasn't shown up yet, either. Every time he thought about his best friend he
felt like he was going to break out in a cold sweat. The simple fact that Goten
isn't
there seems
so significant to him. Alarm bells were going off in his head and it was like
he could feel Goten's own anxiety. It has been years since Goten has been so
distress
that Trunks could feel his emotions so clearly. He didn't understand it and it
sent a cold tremor down his spine.
****
Bra's
breath came out in short, controlled gasps and she squeezed the life out of the
hand she was holding. A few more seconds passed and the pain subsided.
Slowly, she
relaxed from the crouched position she'd been in and laid back. Her face was
flushed red and her sweat-dampened hair clung to her face. All she could
think of at
the moment was the unbelievable pain she was experiencing and her desire to
escape from it.
Slowly the
haze from the worst part of it lifted and she realized that she was still
crushing Pan's hand. Bra let go of her friend's hand and she was quick to
cradle it.
"Sorry."
Bra mumbled tiredly, her eyes barely open.
Everything
that she'd ever imaged childbirth to be was a fantasy. She never imaged that it
was so difficult and exhausting. The pain of it was something she couldn't
even begin
to describe. It was like some monster lay thrashing in her womb, trying to tear
her apart from the inside out. She wanted nothing more than for this to be
over and
she swore to herself that she'd never have another child for as long as she
lived.
A pair of
delicate hands wiped some stray hair out of her eyes from behind her. Bra
looked up into the matching blue eyes that could only belong to her mother.
"It's
ok, Bra.
It's almost over. You're doing good." Bulma said reassuringly.
"Yeah right."
Bra grumbled testily as she rolled her eyes. The last thing she wanted right
now was a pep talk from her mother. "This is the most awful thing I've
ever
felt and it
like it's been going on for hours! You have no idea."
Bulma made
a noise of disapproval. "You forget Bra-chan that I gave birth to two
demi-sayians. That was no easy task."
Bra opened
her mouth to say more, but another sharp contraction cut off her reply.
Compulsively she curled up into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried
to
ride it
out. The contractions were coming more often and were beginning to become far
more painful. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. It was unlike
anything
she had ever felt before.
After the
pain subsided again, she looked up to her mother. "How much longer?"
She asked weakly.
Bulma
frowned slightly and strode to the door to catch a doctor. She was concerned
for her daughter's well-being, Bra was young and there was the possibility of
complications.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, sweetheart." She said as she left the
room.
As soon as
her mother was gone, Bra looked over to the other side of the room and met
Pan's worried brown eyes. She knew why her friend was worried and it
wasn't for
her well-being either. Bra chose to ignore the question in her eyes, instead
asking; "How's your hand?"
"It's
fine, Bra. Look, what's going to happen to my uncle?" Pan asked getting
straight to her point.
Bra sighed,
not really wanting to get into the subject right now. "I don't know. Is he
even here?" She asked.
"I
don't know. Have you told your mother yet?" Pan questioned.
"No."
Bra said looking away. "I haven't, but I think she suspects something. You
know how hard it is to lie to my mother."
"So
you're just going to let this be a surprise to everyone?" Pan shot at her.
It was plain to see that she was upset by all of this. She had seen how angry
Vegeta was
before she
came into the room. Pan was concern as to what he was going to do to her uncle.
"What
surprise?" Bulma asked as she entered the room with a doctor. She looked
between the two girls who were adverting their eyes.
"Nothing,
Momma." Bra mumbled quietly. She didn't look over to see the disapproving
look on her friend's face.
Bulma eyed
the two of them suspiciously, but neither would say more. "The doctor is
here to check you out." She said after a moment of silence.
The doctor
stepped forward and offered a kind smile. "It shouldn't be too much
longer, Miss Briefs. After this, we'll start prepping you for the birth."
Pan gave
Bra one more grudging look before getting up and following Bulma out of the
room.
******
Goten
stepped off the elevator and onto the top level floor that house the Briefs'
private medical wing. Bulma had thought it was only common sense that she buy
her own section of the hospital for her family and friends, considering that
they were always in need of medical attention at some point in time. The
doctors and nurses were all top notch, the best in their class and profession.
Only the best for the Briefs family.
He began
walking down the long, empty hall to the private rooms he knew the others to be
waiting in. The glare of light off the immaculate floor made him feel sick.
His stomach
had been in knots all day. Ever since he got the call from Pan that Bra was in
labor. It had ruined his entire day and he hadn't even been able to enjoy
the little
time that he'd been able to spend with Paris.
He tried to
prepare himself for anything that may lay ahead. The past week's sleep had been
disturbed by nothing but endless and tormenting nightmares about this
moment.
This was the moment of truth. Somehow he managed to keep his legs moving in the
right direction. After what seemed like eternity, he arrived at the waiting
room.
What he
found there didn't ease any of his troubles. His mother was sitting in one of
the straight, plastic chairs, crying softly, while Videl and Pan sat on either
side of
her
speaking in hushed tones. Everyone else that might have been there was gone.
Including Trunks and Vegeta. He caught Pan's eyes as she looked up and she
promptly
went over to him.
"Where
is everybody? I didn't miss the whole thing, did I? I thought these things took
a while." He said with a grin.
Pan did not
offer a smile back. "Marron is in the room with Bra." She said in an
even tone.
"Where
is Trunks?" Goten asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
Pan
shrugged her shoulders. "Goten . . . " she stopped. "You should
go see the baby." She said as she looked over to where her mother and
grandmother sat.
Neither one
looked in their direction.
Goten
raised an eyebrow at the way his niece was acting as he watched her walk back
to her seat. He stood there for a moment feeling her last words churn with his
unease in the pit of his stomach before he began walking to the hall where the
child was on display.
He could
feel it as he approached. A feeling he'd been ignoring all day. Now it was
almost overwhelming. It was a feeling that made every nerve stand on end. He
knew. He
could feel it. He didn't know how, but he knew that child was his and that he
was in a lot of trouble. He pushed the feeling aside. I'll believe it when I
see
it, he
thought as he made his way down the corridor.
He turned
the corner and the sight that greeted him made his blood turn cold. Vegeta
stood facing the glass window with an angry scowl on his face. His brother
stood next
to him talking softly. Vegeta saw him first. His narrowed eyes turned to him
and caught him in their heated glare. Gohan noticed that he was looking at
something
else and turned his head in Goten's direction. Upon seeing him, he left
Vegeta's side and began walking briskly down the hall. Gohan said nothing as he
passed
Goten. A brief touch on the shoulder and he was gone.
Goten stood
there looking in the direction that his brother had gone before turning back to
Vegeta. The proud prince was no longer looking in his direction, but had
turned his
attention to the crying child behind the glass. Goten slowly made his way over
to him.
When he
reached the window, he peered in. There were no other babies in the nursery,
only one bassinet with the name æVega Briefs' on it. His eyes traveled from
the bottom
of the cradle to the squirming bundle that lay inside. Wrapped in a soft pink
blanket was the tiny little baby with a heart-shaped face, big bright blue
eyes,
a furry
brown tail, and a mop of dark-blue hair that was of no doubt from the Son
persuasion.
Goten
stared into the eyes of his daughter.
With a sigh
of wonder, Goten pressed himself against the glass as he took in the tiny
miracle. The thought that he had any hand in creating something so perfect
amazed him
to no end. The little girl in the cradle stopped her fussing for a moment and
turned her eyes to the man against the glass. It was like she could see right
through
him, that she knew without being told that he was her father. She looked him in
the eye and gave him her first smile and stole his heart forever.
It was like
he was in his own little world as he lovingly gazed at his daughter. All his
pervious problems were forgotten as he picked out all the traits that belonged
to
him and
those that belonged to her mother. Trunks didn't exist, Paris didn't exist, the
wedding that was only weeks away didn't exist and Vegeta no was no longer
there. It
was just him and his little baby girl and he was already promising her the best
he had to offer.
He was
brought back to reality by a gloved hand gripping his shoulder. He looked back
into a pair of angry black eyes. For a second Goten thought he saw
something
more. Something other than anger. If he tried to place it, he would have to had
guessed that it was disappointment he saw there in that one second before
it was
gone. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as Vegeta began to
speak.
"Goten,
how old is my daughter?" He questioned in a low, deadly voice.
Goten was
thrown off-guard by the question. His face scrunched up as he thought about it.
She is 16, right? No, she'd be 17 by now. "Seventeen?" He said in the
form of a
question.
"Barely."
Vegeta growled. "And how old are you?"
Goten gave
Vegeta an odd look, not following what he was trying to get at. "I'm 27,
Vegeta. Why?" He answered in a confused tone.
"27."
Vegeta mumbled. "You are ten years older than my daughter, so why is it
that she had your child?" He said venomously as he looked Goten completely
in the
eye.
Goten took
a step back from the deadly tone in his voice, remembering finally that what he
and Bra had done together was wrong and that the man standing in front
of him was
her ex-mercenary father. "I-I don't know, Vegeta." Goten said
stupidly.
Vegeta
growled loudly and took a step toward him, putting himself between Goten and
the glass that separated him from his daughter. "You are too old for my
daughter
and you are certainly not good enough for her. What made you think that you
could take advantage of her like this. Who gave you the right to do this to
her?"
He said in a soft voice lined with razors.
Goten
continued backing away from the enraged prince. "Hold on, Vegeta. Bra
isn't the perfect little angle you think she is . . . "
He never
got to finish his sentence. With a scream of fury, Vegeta struck Goten, hitting
him dead in the mouth and causing him to fly through the wall of the top floor
building
and out into the night sky. He had only a moment to stop his fall before Vegeta
came after him. Righting himself, he wasted no time going super sayian. He
knew it was
the only chance he had to defend himself against him.
Goten
blocked a punch aimed for his mid-section and swung out with his own hit.
Vegeta disappeared before the blow could land, reappearing behind him. Using
the
advantage, he struck out with his leg and landed a brutal kick to Goten's ribs.
He smirked evilly when he heard the satisfying snap of breaking bones.
Goten
grimaced as his ribs broke. He'd never been able to beat Vegeta in a spar
before and this was no spar. The man was fighting all out, controlled by his
rage
and Goten
knew he was in deep shit. He sucked in the pain from his side and tried to
think of some way to get through to him. He knew that he was fighting a losing
battle. The
two began to exchange lighting fast punches and kicks in the air.
Vegeta
smirked as he knew that he was wearing the kid down. Goten never did keep up
with his training, preferring to chase after girls and other nonsense. His
anger
flared when he thought that his daughter had been one of the girls that the boy
had chased after.
The
youngest Son was managing to land less and fewer hits as time passed. He knew
that Vegeta was just toying with him. He could have finished him off a long
time ago. Instead, he was darting in and out, landing the most painful blows
that he could. It was like he was trying to break every bone in his body.
Finally he landed a savage blow to the head and Goten went down.
He hit the
ground with max force, creating a Goten-sized crater in the land. He made no
move to get up, just laid there trying to focus on the twinkling stars above
him.
Everything seemed to stand still as he waited for Vegeta to move in for the
kill. Never one to waste time, he appeared above the hole and looked down on
him
in scorn.
"Unworthy."
The prince spat as he glared down at him. "You are unworthy to have ever
touched my daughter and I should kill you for your audacity. The only
reason why
I will let you live tonight is because she has asked me too." He jumped
down into the crater and lifted Goten's broken body off the ground with one
hand,
pulling it close to his face. "Know this, Son. You are never to look upon
my daughter or her child ever again. It will be your last time ever looking at
anything if
you
do."
Goten
opened his mouth to reply when the world went black.
****
Time
passed. He wasn't sure how much time had gone by, but when he woke up he had
the distinct feeling that a long amount of time had gone by. The first thing he
noticed as
he regained consciousness was that he felt like he'd been run over by a semi.
Every part of his body, inside and out, hurt like hell. As he opened his eyes,
he realized
that he was in a hospital bed. He saw tubes running to and from his body and
felt nauseaous. He hated needles and was glad all of that was done while he was
out.
Movement at
the side of his bed drew his attention and he found his best friend sitting in
a nearby chair. Goten's lopsided grin contrasted with the serious and
withdrawn
face Trunks wore. He sat forward and offered Goten a glass of water. Suddenly
thirsty, he grabbed the glass and began to gulp its contents down.
"Thanks."
Goten said when he was finished with it. "How long have I been out?"
He asked as he set the glass down.
"A
couple of days." Trunks replied.
Goten
nodded. "Yeah, your dad really kicked my ass." He said.
"Sensu?"
Trunks
shook his head. "None left. We gave the last to Bra and some of the nurses
she knocked out while giving birth. You're going to have to heal the old
fashion
way."
Goten
sighed and laid back. "So, they're pretty pissed at me, huh?" He
asked.
Trunks ran
a hand through his hair. The habit always made Goten feel a little bit nervous.
"Yes." Trunks said. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"Why didn't
you tell
me, Goten? I'm your best friend and you didn't even tell me." He said. The
betrayal in his voice was unmistakable.
Goten
couldn't look at him. "I-I don't know, Trunks. I just couldn't. I mean,
how could I? I just didn't know how."
"Something,
Goten, is better than finding out by looking into my baby niece's face and
seeing my best friend looking back at me. You could have let me know ahead
of time so
that I could have been prepared! She is my sister, Goten! My little fucking
sister and you screwed her!" Trunks finished near yelling. "How could
you? She is half your age! Damnit, I trusted you!"
"Trunks,
you're acting like this is all my fault!" Goten said in his defense.
"She was there too. It wasn't like I forced myself on her. If I remember
correctly, she is the
one who
seduced me!"
"She
seduced you? She seduced you. Is that your defense? Ha!" Trunks gave a
bitter laugh. "Goten, she was only 16. What does she know about seduction?
Do
you
remember being 16? You almost fucked anything that moved! You should have more
willpower than that. Where do you think I'd be if I gave in every time Pan
came into
my room half naked and asking for it?" Shock spread across Goten's
features at the admission of his niece's behavior. "I never touched her.
Not once. Do
you know
why? Because she is your niece and friends don't fuck their friend's family. I
have more respect for you and for Gohan. Where is the honor in what you've
done?"
"I-I
don't know, Trunks." Goten said around his shock. He had never seen his
friend as mad at him as he was now.
Trunks hung
his head. "You don't know." He repeated the words back slowly.
"Why did you do it Goten? Were you so desperate for a piece of ass that
you'd fuck
a child?
Tell me, Goten. I need to know why you did this. I know you have to have a good
reason for all of this. Just tell me." He raised his head and looked Goten
in the eye
pleadingly.
Goten was
at a loss for words as he stared into the hurt blue eyes of his friend. They
were so much like his sister's that he was reminded of the day she had come to
him and
told him about the baby. He hung his head in shame. He should have done
something then. Then maybe all of this could have been avoided. They could be
happy right
now, enjoying the first precious days of his daughter's life. He didn't know
what he wanted him to say. He didn't know if there were words that would
make
everything better. His life had been turned upside down in less than 24 hours
and he still had Paris to think about.
"I
don't know what to say, Trunks. You are right. I need time to think about all
of this. We'll get through this." Goten said quietly.
Trunks
sighed as he shook his head and stood to leave. "You have no reasons? You
just fucked her for the fun of it? You've had months to think about this,
Goten. I
don't think
we'll be figuring anything out together." Trunks said with a hint of
regret in his voice.
"What
are you saying?" Goten asked almost in a panic. "You're leaving
me?!"
Trunks
stopped and looked over to him. "You've given me no other choice in the
matter. My father is so pissed off . . . Do you know that he accused me of
letting
this go on?
He actually thinks that I had something to do with all of this! I'm not allowed
to talk to you anymore. My father forbids it, Goten. I was given the choice.
You or my
sister, what else was I supposed to do? I saw her, all those months carrying that
child, crying herself to sleep at night. It was hell on her. And where were
you? Nowhere to be found. You deserted her when she needed you and I had to
watch. I can't help you, Goten. Not after I saw what you put her through."
Trunks paused to let the words sink in. "Don't call, don't come by, not
even at the office." He stopped again as he struggled with the rest he had
to say. "You-you aren't welcome anymore. If you come by Capsule Corp., my
father will hurt you and I won't be able to stop him."
Trunks
turned and walked to the door, stopping just before he walked out. He turned to
his still shocked friend and tossed something at him. Goten plucked it out of
the air and
held it in his palm. "Paris found out yesterday." Was all he said
before walking out the door and shut it behind him.
Goten sat
in his bed trying to digest everything that had just happened in the last hour.
He'd lost his friend, the respect of his family, his child, and . . . he opened
his
hand to see
Paris' engagement ring there, he lost both of his girls.
With an
exhausted sigh, he sat back and stared at the round piece of metal that he held
in his hand. He thought long and hard about everything that had happened
since his
and Bra's first encounter. After some time spent just thinking, Goten closed
his hand around the ring.
"I'll
fix every thing, Trunks. Just wait."
****
Goten
landed silently on the balcony outside Bra's room. He'd been in the hospital
for a week and was just released the day before when his mother found a sensu
bean while
cleaning. He smiled, remembering the way she'd come in and given it to him. He
could always count on his family, no matter what. His mother was
priceless
to him.
The balcony
doors were open, letting the crisp autumn air into the room. Keeping his power
suppressed, he cautiously crept into the dark bedroom. Upon entering,
he found
the room to be deserted. Most of the furniture was covered with plastic. The
wall that divided her room from the guest room next door was gone,
connecting
them. In the other room was the nursery and it too was covered in plastic. It
looked as if the baby blue walls were being repainted in a light pink. He
cursed
softly to himself. Bra must be staying a guest room until the nursery is
finished. He thought as he made his way across the bedroom.
Quietly, he
opened the door and peaked out into the hall. The hall was empty and he sighed
with relief. The last thing he wanted right now was to run into Vegeta
before he
had the chance to talk to Bra. He knew that if he could just talk to her they
could work everything out. Picking a room that he thought she might use, he
opened the
door and took a look inside.
He had been
right on the money picking this room. The room was empty, the only signs that
anyone was using it were the clothes that were thrown about and the
bassinet
next to the bed. Taking a deep breath, Goten crept into the room. He could hear
running water coming from the bathroom and decided that was where Bra
must be. He
heard a soft cooing sound coming from the cradle and went over to it to
investigate.
Goten found
his daughter lying there peacefully, playing with her tail. He smiled softly
and knelt down next to her, she gave him a toothless grin in return.
"Vega,
huh?" He
said softly to her. "I don't really like that name. I would have named you
after my father. He was a great man." He reached a finger into the crib
and she
latched
onto it with a tiny hand, making Goten grin wider. "You're quite strong.
You get that from my side of the family." Vega frowned at him and he
laughed.
"You're
definitely a Vegeta."
So
engrossed was he with his daughter that he didn't hear the bathroom door open
and Bra step out until she said something. "What are you doing in
here?" She
asked angrily.
Goten stood
up and faced her. "I came to see my daughter."
Bra
narrowed her eyes at him and went to the crib. Picking her baby up, she allowed
her features to soften while she looked her over. Finally, she turned back to
Goten.
"No." She said simply. "You have no rights to this child. You
gave those up when you told me that the baby wasn't yours. Get out now or I'll
have you
thrown
out."
"That
isn't fair. I made a mistake. You shouldn't keep her from me because of
that!" Goten cried.
"No."
Bra said, her face hard and her voice as cold as ice. "You don't deserve
her. Get out, Goten. I'm not going to tell you again."
"You're
acting like a child . . . " Goten stopped when he saw Bra take in a deep
breath, preparing to scream. "No! Wait, Bra. Hear me out." Bra
stopped for a
moment,
holding her breath and waiting to hear what he had to say. "Can't we work
this out?" He pleaded.
Bra shook
her head and opened her mouth to scream. Desperately, Goten made a grab for
her. She agilely avoided him. "Daddy!" She screamed at the top of her
lungs.
Goten
lunged at her again, trying to stop her, but he tripped over a pile of clothes
on the floor and she easily avoided him. "Daddy!" She yelled again.
All the
commotion upset Vega and she started bawling. Goten looked up from where he
landed to see a chilling smirk on Bra's face. He turned his head to the door
to see a
very angry Vegeta. Slowly, he stood up and faced him.
"I
thought I told you not to come around here anymore." Vegeta said.
Goten
looked him in the eye, unafraid. "I'm not leaving until I've had a chance
to talk to Bra." He said firmly.
Vegeta
smirked coldly. "I was hoping you'd say that." He said while
advancing on him.
Goten held
his ground as Vegeta came closer. Not wanting to upset the baby more, Vegeta
made an unsuspecting move by grabbing the front of Goten's shirt and
tossing him
through the balcony doors. He followed him outside and immediately the
foundation of the building began to shake with their fighting.
Bra stood
staring at the broken glass on her floor in astonishment. Her father had moved
so fast she hadn't been able to follow it. The windows in the room rattled
with force
of the power the two fighting sayians were giving off. She held her baby
tighter, trying to get her to calm down and trying to keep herself from crying.
"You're
wrong, Bra."
Bra looked
to the door and saw her brother standing there. He looked worn-down and tired.
His red-rimmed eyes were narrowed and his handsome face contorted in a frown. "What
do you know?" Bra answered testily.
"I
know that what you're doing to Goten is wrong." He answered.
"I'm
not doing anything to him. He brought this upon himself." She shot back.
Trunks
snorted. "Whatever. Using Vega to get back at him is wrong, Bra. You
should leave her out of this."
"I
thought you were on my side." Bra said angrily.
"I'm
not on anybody's side. I don't agree with what Goten did and I don't agree with
what you're doing. I think you're both a couple of idiots. I also think that
you
should stop
this now before somebody gets hurt." Trunks replied.
"The
only one who is getting hurt, dear brother, is Goten and that's his own fault.
He wanted to hurt me before, well, now it's his turn. He didn't have to come
over
here
anyway." Bra said snidely.
Trunks
shook his head. "That's not who I'm talking about." He said before
leaving the room.
Bra frowned
at her brother's words, not understanding their meaning. The sounds of fighting
had grown more distant. The two had probably left the city. Vega had
finally
calmed down and was now trying unsuccessfully to keep her heavy eye lids open.
Bra sighed and ran a hand through the dark-blue mess of hair that sat on the
top of her head.
"I'm
making the right decision. Right?" She whispered to her daughter before
finally surrendering to the tears.
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