Fallen

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ and it pisses me off! I have such great ideas and I can't even broadcast them on international tv! Bummer! Okay, I do own this story and there's no one who can say differently.

A/N: This is a short chap, but I promise to update soon! Enjoy.

•: ´¨:•. .•:´¨ :•.

Chapter 2

Mind

•: ´¨:•. .•:´¨ :•.

"It has been said that a miracle is the result of causes with which we are unacquainted."
~ Robert Parrish

•: ´¨:•. 1:00 AM .•:´¨ :•.

Her legs were carrying her as fast as they could, but with little success. When she looked back she saw him running after her, closing in fast. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to figure out how this could be happening. She was a demi-Saiyan, so much faster than him! How was it possible that he could run so fast?

After more running she finally tired out. She didn't see or hear him anymore, so she stopped running and stood panting in the middle of the woods, hands on her knees. She was so tired, so tired. How could she be so tired?

'So, you thought you could get rid of me by just going to another part of the earth? Well, think again, little hellcat!'

She heard his voice in her head, causing a shiver of fear to run down her spine. He was laughing, that same laugh every time. That sick, twisted sound, that didn't belong to him, but to a monster. No, no! If she would let him get her then who knows what would happen?

'I'll see you soon.'

•: ´¨:•. .•:´¨ :•.

Bra woke up sweaty, her sweatpants and tank top clinging to her body in a very unpleasant manner. Raising a hand to her forehead, she wiped the sweat off of it with the back of her hand. She was so confused, so..... disoriented every time.

This was the same nightmare she'd been having since she left for Canada. Only the last part had changed, but it haunted her all the same. She didn't understand why it was, but the dream just didn't leave her alone. Sometimes it would leave her alone for weeks, but then just when she thought it was gone she would have the same nightmare again. It was frustrating to say the least.

Deciding that sleep was hopeless right now, Bra stood up and went downstairs to get some water. Her movements were slow, but calculated as she walked. She sat down at the kitchen table and stretched out her sixth sense. After a couple of seconds she located her parents' ki. They were asleep and Trunks was too.

She slowly walked up the stairs so as not to wake anyone and uncapsulated some clothes. A dark red, spandex training suit was revealed. Bra peeled off her clothes and slipped it on. It was comfortable, fitting her like a second skin.

It was night so she could easily use the GR to get some stress out. She sneaked downstairs again and entered the aged room, setting the gravity on 400. It was a bit low for her standards, but it would have to do for now. It could only reach 400 g's, which made her seriously wonder why her father hadn't demanded for an upgrade yet. Shrugging it off she decided it was the least of her worries right now.

As she felt the gravity change she raised her ki slightly to get warmed up. Bra punched and kicked rapidly against an imaginary foe, her whole body putting in complete effort to make the rapid moves of battle forming an intricate dance. It was more routine than anything, her mind was currently residing in a completely different place.

Hmph. Of course the bastard would come. He was friends with her mom and it was only normal for Bulma to invite him to the stupid party. Her mother didn't know what that man was capable of doing. Maybe she should just go back home immediately and forget all about this. This was all in the past, right?

Suddenly Bra spun her whole body toward the door, listening intently for any sound that was out of order. Nothing. She was getting paranoid, it was crazy. Everywhere she could hear sounds that weren't there, it was just plain crazy. Get yourself together girl! Her mind scolded her.

No, this only strengthened her resolve. She wouldn't go home now. She was not going to let him scare her away. It would only grant him satisfaction, and that was something Bra was not willing to give to the guy.

Besides, she had to stay here to protect her mother. After the party was over, she'd leave and say goodbye properly so nobody would worry about her or get crazy ideas like stopping her from going away.

Bra closed her eyes after that and tried to concentrate on her body, her ki. It was best to be calm and cool about all this, for if she panicked she was no use on any field of life, were it battle or something else.

•: ´¨:•. 9:00 AM .•:´¨ :•.

Trunks and his parents were eating breakfast as Bra came down the stairs. She'd trained another three hours and went back to bed, knowing that her father would wake up at around five and start training in the gravity room till nine. So, to avoid any meeting, she'd went to sleep. Besides, she needed the energy.

She'd woken up at about eight, had taken a shower and searched her room for some old stuff she had left here when she went to Canada. In the rush to get away from CC, some of her books and clothes had stayed behind and now was the perfect opportunity to get them and take them with her.

Her stomach called for food in a fervent manner, so when she smelled the delicious aroma's of, surprisingly, her mother's cooking, she decided to go eat breakfast. It was strange to say that her mother's cooking was good, but Bra had no doubt that Bulma'd taken cooking lessons. Oh well, as long as she had something to quell the calls her stomach was voicing.

"Good morning honey! Did you sleep well?" Bulma chirped, getting her daughter some pancakes and syrup as she sat down at the table next to her brother, feeling somewhat awkward. This was so weird, like going back in time. Hmph. Like that was the greatest thing to do.

"Hmph." Bra suddenly realized she sounded just like her father right now. Vegeta noticed it too and smirked at her. He didn't know if he should be pleased with her change from a very scarcely clothed, happy girl into a sophisticated, serious woman or not. His princess had changed so much over the years, it was mind boggling.

"Well, good morning to you too," Trunks looked at his watch briefly before looking back up at his family, "I'm off to work. Goten said he'd be on time for a change." Trunks chuckled a bit as he stood up and grabbed his briefcase off of the ground.

"Like that's ever going to happen." She could hear Trunks mutter. He made his way to the kitchen door, but before exiting turned back once more, switching his suitcase from his right to his left hand. Bra raised a thin blue eyebrow at her brother as he looked at her pointedly.

"Oh and since it's Friday, we're going out tonight. Pan called and asked if you wanted to come too." Bra noticed he had a hopeful look in his deep blue eyes, and she was kind of surprised. She hadn't known her brother had missed her so much, but, at this moment, all she wanted to do was be in her old room.

"Hmph. No." She shoved some pancakes into her mouth and stared at her hands as she cut the remaining pancakes into smaller bits. Maybe it was better to calm her eating manner, then she'd probably get more of a taste from what she was eating, ne?

"Oh come on, Bra. Loosen up, have some fun for Dende's sake! I'd really like it if you'd come with us, I'm sure Goten and Pan would too." Trunks pleaded with his sister, so they could finally have some fun for a change. It was still strange to see all the differences in her, but he'd come to accept her different demeanor. Still, he wouldn't stop whining until he got her to come.

"Fine." She knew he wasn't going to stop before she said yes, so it was better to give in before he really started whining, that would really be pathetic. And, as much as she would love to see her brother crawl after all these years, it just wasn't worth it right now.

"Yeah, okay, well..... Goten and Pan will be here at 10 so you be ready then okay?" He expected an answer, but all he got was an incoherent grunt and a shrug. His mother though, always the happy one, intervened before he could voice his annoyance.

"Oh great! Bra, you've got to come shopping with me for the party tomorrow night!" Bulma placed the dishes in the dishwasher and turned to look at her. She was hoping Bra would go shopping, since she'd missed it so much over the past years. They used to go shopping all the time, and it was a good way for them to catch up. Maybe she could even get her daughter to talk about her love life!

"Thanks, Trunks." Bra murmured sarcastically. She still somewhat loved shopping, but she didn't feel like it now. The penetrating gazes burned holes into her form as she grasped the orange juice and poured some. Everyone was shocked. Bra didn't want to go shopping?

"I didn't think hell had frozen over already." Vegeta murmured, but he was the only one to hear. He looked at Bra as she continued to eat her breakfast. She was worrying him greatly. He frowned as he raised his fork to his mouth and chewed.

"No thanks. See you tonight!" Trunks yelled as he turned and walked out the door, pondering everything that was happening in his life at such a fast rate, and the enigma that was his sister.

•: ´¨:•. 9:00 PM .•:´¨ :•.

Bra was taking a shower in her old bathroom, lathering herself with bath soap. From her strong arms to her muscled abdomen, to her toned legs, she rubbed her whole body clean as her mind worked over all that she had experienced in her life.

When she had left Japan she had decided never to wear provocative clothing again. It had brought her to where she was at this moment. She had thrown all her clothes away and bought new in Canada. The majority of them were business, two piece suits, fit for a woman in her position, and she knew people took her more seriously this way.

Her mother had taken her shopping today, pointing out clothes that she would've liked before she left. Eventually she'd found a nice outfit to wear tonight and an evening dress for tomorrow. It was sexier than she'd worn in almost five years but nothing that crossed her personal limit.

Bra was surprised, but in a way glad that nobody had tried to visit her yet. But, she supposed they would want to wait for the party, and they probably thought she would be here for a while. That was however not her intention, but she was not about to tell them otherwise.

Hard working had made her tired to be honest. In all the years she'd been away, most of her time would be spent behind her desk in her office, giving her private life no second thought. Now, in these somewhat peaceful times, she realized her body and mind's tiredness. Maybe this period of rest would have it's advantages after all?

She washed her hair gently, massaging her scalp in gentle strokes. She'd booked a flight for Monday. Her plans hadn't changed at all, and the dreams she had at night were disturbing to say the least. Her instinct told her she should be on her guard, and, over the years, her instinct and intuition hadn't failed her often, causing her to blindly follow them.

When Bra was done washing her hair and rinsing it, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her body and dried her hair. She curled it, piled it atop of her head and dressed slowly. Haste was something she didn't enjoy, so she took her time to check her appearance and make sure everything was in place.

While she walked over to the mirror she put some earrings on and looked at herself. This would definitely do, because there was no harm in Goten noticing her as a full grown woman, now was there?

Concluding she was ready, she grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs, sensing her friends had arrived even before the bell rang to announce them.

•: ´¨:•. .•:´¨ :•.

Well, anyway, tell me what you think please! Reviews are greatly appreciated, as is constructive criticism.

Peace out!