Abused Tomorrow, Abused Today...

Chapter one - The beginning.

“Daddy!” A young girl about 5 years of age with turquoise hair that was pulled up into a high bun screamed as she was punched in the face and sent flying across the room, her pink dress fluttering about her small frame.

“Don’t call me daddy.” A man said, his eyes cold, his onyx flame hair swaying with the power that was emitting from him. This was who we all knew as Vegeta.

“I’m.. I’m sorry... Don’t hit me anymore...” The small girl cried out between sniffles, curled up into a ball in the corner of the room.

“Bra, get up and get out of my sight.” Vegeta barked at her, and she pushed herself up shakily and stumbled from the room, walking to her room holding back her tears, a blank and emotionless look on her face.

That had been the beginning of Bra’s horrible life. The life of a female saiyan, who didn’t have black hair and eyes, so wasn’t accepted by her father. She had no friends. She played alone in the sandbox at the park, a emotionless look on her face, smiling slightly as someone came over to the sandbox and climbed in, but leaving quickly as they noticed her tail, leaving the small girl alone again, her smile turning into a tight line.

“Trunks!” Bra called to her 10 year old brother, being the age of 7 now.

“Bra what do you want?” He asked annoyed.

“Trunks don’t be so mean.” Goten, a spiky haired happy go luck kid, said in defense of Bra causing Bra to smile one of the few times she had in the last two years.

“I.. I was wondering if I could play with you guys.” Bra asked quietly digging the toe of her shoe into the dirt, looking down.

“Were doing older people stuff, that only guys can do.” Trunks stated, snorting softly, trying to act arrogant.

“Fine, I don’t need to play with you! I have my own friends.” Bra snapped, standing on her tippee toes that she was almost as tall as her brother.

“You don’t have friends, and keep forgetting that!” He retorted causing Bra to fall back on her heals and turning around and walking away without so much of a word. Her mouth a straight line, no emotion in her ice blue eyes, walking with her back straight and her head down, to her room where she sat on her bed and opened up her diary.

“Dear Diary,” She started to write messily, still only being a small kid, but able to write very well for her age. “I’m writing because my brother, Trunks said I have no friends. But I do have friends diary, your my friend. The only one who I can tell my secrets and not have them everywhere the next day. Your the only friend I can trust. That‘s why I‘m telling you I hate my brother. I hate my father. I hate my mother. They don’t care for me. But I’m just 7 so I can’t do anything about it.”

Bra finished with her diary, happy with the way she used periods and capitals, becoming very good at writing, even though she still printed messy. Her diary truly was her only friend right now.

“Bra get away from me you loser.” A girl with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes barked disgustedly at Bra, causing Bra to growl and slouch into a fighting stance.

“Kiss my ass, Dylan, I’m not going to listen to you because you ‘popular.’” Bra snorted, sarcasm lacing her voice as she said ‘popular.’

“Bra, your a loser, your a disgusting freak. I’m not working with you on our English project, I’m working by myself whether I fail or not.” The blonde, Dylan retorted and spun on her heal walking away leaving Bra by herself.

“Damn it, why won’t anyone be nice to me.” Bra groaned plopping onto a bench.

“Hey Bra.” Bra heard a masculine voice say and she blinked looking around, then squeaking softly when she seen a older guy beside her, his nose and eyebrow pierced, a hoop through each, his black hair spiked all over the place and his black eyes staring into hers. She looked away from his eyes and over his clothing, large black baggy pants with chains, rubber spiked belt and pockets all over them, with a overly large black shirt with Demented on the front of it in white letters.

“Hello.. Um.. I don’t know who you are.. And most of all why you are talking to me.” Bra said raising a eyebrow, and tilting her head.

“It’s me Goten.” He said getting a startled gasp from Bra. “So your like 13 now eh?” Goten questioned softly.

“Yeah, I’m 13, your like 15 now?” She asked, in shock. “And you look so different, your right punkish and goth looking....” She muttered blinking at him, softly blushing.

“Yeah, but don’t call me a punk or goth, it’s labeling and labels are for canned goods. I’m expressing myself through clothing and appearance.” He replied with a smile.

“So how.. Have you been?” Bra asked biting her lip. “I haven’t seen you since we were like 7 and 9, because Trunks wouldn’t let me.”

“I know. I’ve been good. Life at home is shitty, but other than that I’m good.” He said, with a deep sigh.

“Life at home is shitty? What do you mean?” She said cocking her eyebrow and looking at him with concerned eyes.

“No, just dad trains me too hard on purpose, and Gohan vents his anger on me. But don’t worry I can handle it.” He said forcing a smile, looking away from her and straight ahead as he sat beside her.

“Kind of like my family..” Bra muttered under her breath as she sighed, resting her head on her hands.

“What, Vegeta and Trunks don’t hit you do they?” Goten asked with concern.

“Not on purpose, Daddy isn’t proud of me, and doesn’t want me as his daughter, so he ignores me and if I call him anything to refer that he’s my father he flips out, and Trunks just makes fun of me because I have no friends.” She said biting her lip harder, looking at the floor.

“I’m sorry Bra..” He muttered, wrapping his arm around her, and she rested her head in the crook of his neck and began to sniffle. The first time she showed sadness since she was 6, crying on his shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around her in a hug, and rubbed her back gently comforting her.

“I’m sorry Goten, I’m silly to cry over such stupid things.” She whimpered, wiping her tears and sniffling softly, forcing a smile.

“No Bra, it’s okay to cry. Everyone cries once in a while.” He said softly to her, releasing her from the hug.

“Thanks Goten... I.. I have a question..” She said with a soft blush.

“Yeah, shoot me with it.” He said with a large goofy smile.

“Will you.. Be my friend?” She asked blushing brightly.

“Sure!” He said grabbing onto his shoulder and gasping in pain. “But why did you shoot me!” He said with a chuckle then fell to the floor and pretended to die.

“Goten, don’t act so stupid.” She said sniffling, tears welling up in her eyes but she brushed them aside with the back of her hand and giggled.

Bra smirked, her black painted lips forming a crooked smile. She was fourteen now, her once blue hair died black, her once cute and girlie attire and personality replaced by a demented one. She blinked a few times, dark gray lids replacing aqua orbs and she rested her head on Goten’s shoulder. Goten smirked, and wrapped a arm around her shoulders, his arms covered in studded wristbands and jelly bracelets.

Bra’s arms wrapped around his middle, her arms covered in red and black jelly bracelets. She was wearing a dark red tank top that was a silky material and a pair of baggy black pants that were being held up by a white belt that had black scribbling on it. Chains going from belt loop to belt loop to create an almost skirt of chains down to her knees and pink high top converse sneakers on her feet. Her hair pulled into a high ponytail being held by a spiky elastic.

Goten was wearing a large dark hoodie with the anarchy sign on the front and a pair of baggy black jeans. He smiled at Bra, and winked, a small trail of black eyeliner running down his face to create a black tear. She smiled back and leaned up on her tippee toes giving him a small kiss.

“Guys get a room!” Dylan called as she walked down the road. “Stupid freaks.”

“Ill will upon you!” Bra called after her, and Dylan fell on a Pepsi can.

“Good one.” Goten said smirking, both him and Bra began to laugh, Bra almost falling off the bench they were sitting on.

“I know, next time you can do the pox.” She said with a smile before leaning up and giving him another small kiss.

“Goodie.” He chuckled before jerking as the bell rang. “Damn bell.” He muttered with a curse before standing and helping Bra up, and wrapping his arm around her and walking towards there school. Bra was now in the high school with Goten, so she now had one friend at school. But her and Goten were going out, they were there for each other.

“I got math.” Bra groaned as they walked down the hall towards her locker.

“I have philosophy” He replied before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against her locker making her mess up her combination.

“Gah Goten.” She squeaked with a giggle, as he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She smirked into the kiss before leaning into it and deepening it, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Bah we got class....” Goten groaned as they broke the kiss after a few popular people walked by and yelled ‘get a room.’.

“I know.” She giggled turning around and opening her locker pulling out her books and stuffing them into her backpack.

“I’ll see you after school?” He asked and she nodded with a smile before taking off down the hall, him going the other way to open his locker and go to his classes.