Fallen

A/N - All right, here's the first chapter. When you read this, you'll notice the POV has changed. I chose to do this a long time ago, because I used the prologue to give people a vague idea of the how and why of Bra's leaving. Reading it again, I realized it really isn't that good, but who knows? Maybe I'll get around to editing it soon.

For the disclaimer see the prologue, if you will.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Body

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“You assholes should just get off your lazy butts and work for a change, Goddamnit! I want that report on my desk by Monday morning and it’s Thursday right now, so you better start working!” Trunks yelled into the phone at the very scared man across the line, sitting 4 floors down, shaking behind his desk at the sheer volume and impact of the words. His boss was a little edgy lately, and it was downright scary!

“Now, now. Is that any way to talk to your employees, Bother?” An agonizingly familiar voice melted away all the harshness he had prepared to pour into his voice. He looked pretty well to her, didn’t change one bit. Sitting with his feet propped on the wooden desk, a huge stack of papers next to him. Oh, how she’d missed this sight. This man, her brother.

As soon as he heard that voice and smelled that particular scent, he pulled his feet off the desk and stopped yelling into the phone, throwing it on the receiver in a rush. “Bra? Is that you?” He asked perplexed, not sure if this formally dressed woman in front of him was his sister or an imposter with the same blue hair and identical blue eyes.

“Do you know anyone else with blue hair, younger that 30, with my voice? I can’t believe you wouldn’t recognize your own sis.” Bra commented in an indifferent tone, no emotion whatsoever in it. But, if you listened closely, which Trunks didn’t, you could’ve heard the underlying emotion in that cold voice.

“You’ve changed so much!” Trunks yelled and pulled her into his arms, though not feeling or seeing her body twitch. After some moments he finally let go and stepped back, giving her another once over. “But, why didn’t you visit us before?”

“I didn’t feel like it.” She was just going to keep this short and strictly business. “Now, with what do you need my help?” Her patience was running thin as her brother looked her over again, almost to make sure if her whole body was intact.

“You didn’t feel like it? My Dende, Bra, we’re family! You could’ve at least called or something! We’ve all missed you terribly.....” Especially Goten, but that little piece of information was something he would have to tell his sister himself. They hadn’t seen her in – how many years was it again? - 5 years and she just didn’t feel like visiting? Of course, they could’ve visited Bra herself, but she’d always said that they didn’t have to worry about her.

“Whatever. Now, what do you need me for?” She didn’t need to know how much they missed her, she just wanted to set things straight here and go back to Canada. She was still tired from her flight, because she’d just went to Capsule Corporation immediately after she stepped out of the plane. Therefore Bra was desperately craving for some well deserved rest in a luxurious hotel with a nice bed and big pillows.

Trunks shrugged his shoulders and decided that it would be best to make the best of the situation. Maybe if they worked together for a while, Bra would loosen up and tell him the information he had wanted ever since he hadn’t found his sister in her room all those years ago.

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“This was what mom called me about? This?! You couldn’t do this yourself?” Bra asked agitated. It was so simple. She’d been sitting here for six wasted hours, trying to solve problems for him, that he could’ve handled himself, had he been a bit more interested in work and a little less in women. The only conclusion Bra came to after all these hours, was that the one and only reason they had made her come all the way over here, was to spend some quality time with her.

“I’m sorry, Bra. Geez, you sound like you hate it to be back here!” Trunks was not too happy either. His sister was acting so different since the last time he had seen her. She was colder, less spontaneous, withdrawn..... This was so unlike her that it scared him and he was very worried, especially since she didn’t even talk to him as she sat behind that computer.

“Who said I don’t?” With that she picked up her briefcase and walked out of the door briskly, slamming the door behind her, not paying attention to where she was going at all.

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Goten was looking at the papers he was carrying in his hand, deep in thought, when he suddenly slammed into someone with incredible force. The one he slammed into didn’t move a muscle, which surprised him, but he figured it had to be either Trunks, or another strong person, to still be standing there after he knocked into them.

“Can’t anyone watch where they’re going anymore?!” A very feminine voice yelled, obviously pretty annoyed while dusting off her expensive clothes in a huff. Somehow the voice seemed familiar to him, but he shrugged it off.

“Hey, you walk-” He stopped in mid-sentence as he looked up, and his heart stopped. There was Bra, in an indigo colored suit, blue curls in her hair and looking even more beautiful than he could remember.

Bra was walking past the dumb guy that walked into her when she heard his voice. She froze and sniffed the air. Yep, it was him alright. She could recognize that masculine scent anywhere. Her body refused to acknowledge, so it decided to walk on and pretend she didn’t hear him, for she didn’t want to look him in the eyes in fear of what she might do.

“B-Bra?” Goten asked, frozen to the ground he was currently standing on. He didn’t believe what he was seeing. Bra, at CC, in Japan, within an estimated proximity of 4 feet. Was he dreaming?

Bra walked to the elevator briskly, pushing the rectangular button like a madwoman, until she felt a strong calloused hand on her tiny shoulder. She cringed involuntarily and Goten noticed, but thought nothing of it.

“Where have you been all this time? What are you doing here, I mean......?” He was stuttering, trying to overcome his surprise and produce a normal sentence, but speaking seemed one of the hardest things right now. 5 long years he had waited, and now she was here and he couldn’t even talk to her.

“It’s none of your business, Goten.” Bra pushed the button again and finally the elevator doors opened and she stepped in, trying not to run. She knew that if she would take one look at him, she wouldn’t be able to leave, so she didn’t look back. Her back was still turned as she neared the desired button in the elevator, but she stopped when she heard a voice.

“Bra!” Trunks yelled as he ran and held the door to the elevator open, standing next to a still frozen Goten. Shock, complete and utter shock. Trunks didn’t seem so surprised to him and he wondered why.

“Come on, Mom just called. Are you staying at Capsule Corp?” Trunks hurriedly questioned, still easily holding the door to the elevator with his strength.

“No. Now step away.” Bra answered coldly, pushing a button in the elevator to the bottom floor. Why didn’t Trunks just let her go? It occurred to her that she could be back in Canada tonight if she hurried, then she’d never have to face anyone again!

“Come on, you have to go home. I bet Mom’s expecting you to be home for dinner. Besides, I think you owe us an explanation.” He said gruffly, hoping Bra would at least go home and greet their parents. In truth, his mother hadn’t called, but the trick worked most of the time.

“I don’t have to do anything, Trunks! You got that?! I don’t owe any of you anything!” Bra’s voice got louder as she yelled. She gave Trunks a little shove, so the elevator doors could close and the elevator lowered her to her destination.

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After Goten finally came out of his catatonic state, he helped Trunks up and they walked numbly into his office.

“Wha- What is she doing here so suddenly and why is she so different than before?” Goten’s mind was full of questions unanswered and her strange demeanor worried him. Shock was still written over his features.

“Mom called her to ask if she could come help me. It was an excuse of course to get her here. It worked apparently, but she’s not too happy to be here. And why she’s acting so different I have no clue. I’m worried, Goten, but we’ll talk to her later. I think you originally came here for a spar?”

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“Vegeta! Get your ass here right now!” Bulma yelled to her husband as she stood in the doorway to the backyard. He was mad at her, because she hadn’t gotten out of bed today to make him breakfast and she wouldn’t stop yelling until she had straightened it all out with the Saiyan. What gave him the audacity to think he could just make her do his bidding?

“Woman! If you don’t shut up I’ll-" Vegeta stopped in mid-sentence as he saw a car arrive, it was a capsule car. Sniffing the air, he knew who it was instinctively. Surprise and shock graced his chiseled features as he fastened his eyes on the door of the car.

“You’ll what?!” Bulma bit back, her blood boiling.

“Bra?” Vegeta asked miraculously as he saw his all grown up daughter step out of a dark blue convertible. He couldn’t believe his eyes; she looked so different, so mature.

As Bra walked over to her parents she saw her mother come closer too, with her jaw almost on the floor. “Hi, Mom, Dad.” She acknowledged with a bit more emotion than she would’ve liked. These were her parents, her flesh and blood, and they hadn’t changed one bit like her brother. Her mom didn’t look her age at all and her father didn’t either. Of course her dad was Saiyan, but her mother still looked so young!

Bulma stormed toward her and hugged her tight. “Oh Bra, I’ve missed you so much! We’ve all missed you, ne, Vegeta?” Bulma asked, looking at her hubby, who stood there with undeniable pride in his eyes as he secretly admired his daughter’s appearance. Bra had always been beautiful, but this, this was certainly a change. He kept quiet as he walked toward her. Bulma let go of her death grip on his youngest offspring so he could scrutinize her appearance.

Vegeta walked around her and inspected her, while she stood there under his gaze confidently. Bra’d changed a lot, Vegeta could tell. But he couldn’t see any muscle at all, nothing. And the suit she was wearing wasn’t that thick, so he assumed that she hadn’t trained. Not that she ever had, he’d just hoped she would’ve taken his advice. She apparently didn’t. His face didn’t show any of his emotions, like his slight disappointment, but his eyes did soften a bit as he met his daughter’s eyes.

“Why haven’t you visited us sooner, honey?” Bulma asked, leading her daughter into the house and sitting down at the kitchen table. Vegeta followed and sat down also. He really liked to know why his daughter didn’t want to visit him. Bra had always been his princess and when she’d left he didn’t feel quite like his usual self.

“Because I didn’t feel like it.” Indifferent was her tone of voice as she answered, visibly shocking her mother. Vegeta was a bit stunned too, but he didn’t show it, just sat there with his arms crossed. What the hell had happened to his little girl?

“Oh, okay. Um......” Bulma didn’t know what to say. Her only daughter didn’t feel like seeing her family? What had become of her daughter? “Bra, honey, why did you leave in the first place?” She tried to soothe her only daughter, because it was clear to her that Bra didn’t feel comfortable.

When her mother asked that question, one of the many questions she hoped no one would ask, she looked away, at the floor to the left of her chair. “Because I wanted to run the firm of Capsule Corp in Canada, of course.”

To Bulma it was a pretty satisfying answer, but Vegeta was getting more worried. She was acting strange, unemotional, indifferent. A complete opposite from how his daughter was before she left. He didn’t like it one bit, and he knew something must’ve changed her.

“Well, are you staying here? Of course you are! I just have to have a party to celebrate that you’re back in town!” Father and daughter both rolled their eyes. Bra could easily remember how her mother used to have parties for everything. Apparently she still hadn’t neglected the hobby.

“That’s not necessary, Mom, really.” Bra tried to convince her mother, but her mom ignored her completely and went on rambling.

“Nonsense! I’ll invite everybody! Oh, it’ll be so much fun.....” Bulma said as she skipped away, ordering a couple of robots to prepare Bra’s old room.

“Hmph. Stupid parties!” Vegeta yelled loudly, hoping his wife would hear it, even though she was at the other end of the building. His mate had always been a little party freak, and it could be pretty annoying.

“You can say that again.” Bra murmured as she walked out and got to her car, encapsulating it after she got her clothes capsule and other stuff out of it. Looks like she was staying right where she was.

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“So Bra, how’s business in Canada?” Bulma placed the food on the table and smiled at her good work. It was a lot, especially now that there was an extra demi-Saiyan in the house again after 5 years.

Bra shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and looked at her mother. The smile she remembered from so long ago graced the features of her mom again, and it almost made her grin, almost. She had unpacked in her room, taken a shower and dressed herself in some casual clothes. Her feelings about the situation hadn’t changed, she still didn’t really feel like spending her time in this house. Too many memories, good and bad. The good ones made her want to stay here forever and the bad ones made her want to leave immediately.

“Fine.” Bra huffed shortly, picking at her food. She didn’t feel like eating either, her hunger had faded away at her inner turmoil.

“Okay then. Well, I’ve invited everybody to the party Saturday. It’s going to be great, don’t you think?” Bulma was getting so excited. Her daughter was here, after 5 years, finally! Although she could sense that there was another Bra here, not the one she knew before she left, but still, it was her daughter.

“Hmph. Great.” Vegeta snorted, hating the idea of all those people in HIS house. Especially Kakkarot and his spawn. And that weakling human.

“No matter what you say, Veggie, you’re coming. It’s your daughter’s party!” Bulma knew he would come if Bra asked him, so she tried coaxing a response out of Bra.

“Mom, it doesn’t matter. If Father doesn’t want to come then that’s just fine with me.” Bra really didn’t care anymore. All she wanted was to go back to Canada and leave this godforsaken country and she knew she would as soon as this party was over.

Vegeta’s features contorted in shock, just like the rest of the inhabitants of CC. Normally Bra would’ve whined till he finally said he would come. There was definitely something wrong. Trunks was just stunned. Bra always loved it when their father was there and Bulma was speechless.

“I’m sorry Mom, but I’m not hungry anymore, goodnight.” Bra murmured as she stood up from the table and walked out through the kitchen door, leaving her parents and her brother alone in stunned silence.

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She felt suffocated in there, they were asking all these questions. Bra was just walking in the big backyard of her former house, when she remembered something. There it was. Her old tree house, the one her father built for her when she was seven years old. It was still there, not looking old at all.

Almost directly next to it was her father’s gravity room. She wondered how many replacements had been made over the years. Knowing Vegeta, he had broken it more times than she could count. She chuckled a bit as she decided to climb the tree to her tree house. Flying was no fun when you could climb. It brought back some good memories. On her own she could relax, she didn’t have to be on her guard.

Bra had realized a long time ago that Japan wasn’t her home. Not anymore, she didn’t feel safe here like she did long ago. Everything was so screwed up. She had left this place to get herself back together and now she was here she felt like she was falling apart all over again.

“Bra, is everything alright?” Vegeta asked, for the first time since she arrived, showing worry over her. He had seen her, sitting in the old tree house as he was going to his gravity room. This whole situation was disturbing and he was keeping a close eye on her. Just in case.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” She stated and she saw her father shrug, but he still had a worried frown on his face. Bra hated to make her family worry about her, but she knew soon they wouldn’t have to anymore soon.

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A/N - Hope you liked it. Leave a review on your way out, please! Reviews are the only thing that tells me whether you like it or not. If you don't like it, tell me what you don't like about it. Thanks.