I held my breath while I looked around once more trying to find anyone that I knew, or in this case, anyone I didn’t know would be nice as well; I always hated being so alone.

I tightened my grip on the bathroom doorknob and started to tiptoe too the doorway to see if there was anyone out there, but I obviously new that there would be nobody there.

But hey, I could hope couldn’t I?

When I got to the door, as I predicted, there wasn’t anyone in sight.

I felt the hope that I had, start to run all around me, like rain, but it was hot, like wax, making me sweat.

And then I started to panic!

‘What if there was a new enemy here and all the Z worriers were off to fight some huge battle.’ The thought of that just made me take a few steps back to the door that I was just at. And I began to chew on the inside of my mouth like it was bubble gum, except I couldn’t blow it up.

So I began to walk down to the doorway to see what was out side, maybe they were all out there and there was nothing to worry about. I silently walked down the hall, with my skirt swaying on my ankles, and my slipper like shoe’s not making a sound while stepping on them. I so did love my dress even thought it was very odd to have since I rarely ever wore a dress in my world, but it made me feel so elegant, and what was wrong with that?

‘Man,’ I started to think, ‘I wander what John would think of me in this?’

I gave a little giggle knowing well enough that he would probably not even recognize me with all I have been going through, I mean my hair and eyes’ are a lot different then before.

When I finally reached to the doorway I heard a faint sound of laughter, then it vanished as it had come. I listened a little harder and heard it again, I could have sworn it was Goku laughing. I began to look through the peep whole when I heard the sweetest voice in the entire world.

“Excuse me,” said a little voice behind me, “Please, could you…open the…door?”

As she was struggling for words, I slowly started to turn on my heal to find…

“Uhhh!” I pulled both my hands up to my face and over my gaping mouth.

For it was…Bra!

I couldn’t leave my eyes’ off of her, she was wearing a somewhat sea green poodle skirt and thoughts little black and white shoes’ with socks that rolled down just perfectly.

I could tell she was wearing a jacket of the same color as her skirt but I couldn’t see what was under it and what her face looked like, for it was covered up with a ton of books piled over above her eyes’. But I could tell that her hair was sort of the color of her skirt and jacket but a shade lighter, and it was put up in two pony tails and tied with pink silk ribbons, with little light bangs that were also seamed perfect.

“Oh, please could you hurry up?” She started to whine, “My uncle needs these books, A.S.A.P.”

Giving my “As Soon As Possible,” demand, almost mechanically I opened the door and watched her go out. She wobbled to and fro trying to get her balance on the right foot; I looked forward to see where she might be going.

It was a man with glasses and a white doctor coat; he looked very familiar, but didn’t have the faintest idea who he might be, he was also talking to a man with a very sharp face, his lips looked like a piece of paper was between them, making him look like he had no lips at all.

And they seemed to be arguing about something, because The man with the glasses started to talk really fast and his eye brows were starting to narrow into his face.

I didn’t think much of it, it was just like any other quarrel of the grown up world.

I looked back at Bra and leaned against the door, while watching her trying to do her best to stay balanced.

‘She is quite the doll,’ I thought to myself.

When she finally reached to the man with the very doctor like coat, she seemed to just stand there. Then, I saw her suck in a deep breath, and she managed a little, “Gohan!!!”

She used so much force that she almost fell but just in time Gohan caught her in mid air holding her by the waist. She dropped the books, but the man with the paper lips caught hold of them and put them on the table, and folded his arms so fast that it was almost out of sight.

Bra didn’t seem to mind that she fell, in fact she looked relieved, she was breathing in and out so fast she looked like she was about to faint.

Then I started to feel really bad, I mean I could of helped her with those books, she didn’t have to do that all by herself.

‘Oh well,’ I thought, “she’ll live.”

While I was thinking this, Gohan sat Bra on the table and took one of the napkins on the table and started to wave it in her face, giving her more air.

Her head was down, and it seemed like she was about to pass out. I was starting to feel afraid for her.

“Oh, I hope she’ll be ok…” I thought, while Gohan soothed her back and started to say kind things.

She then was able to look up at Gohan, still panting for breath, and said something to him so low that Gohan had to put his ear up close to her mouth. He began to nod, understanding whatever Bra was telling him. I had some feeling that she was talking about me, so I began to step away from the door.

I couldn’t of been more right for the man with the thin lips looked up at me, probably was listening to Bra as well as Gohan, when our eye’s met I was shocked. Not that he looked at me but because he had the same exact eye’s as my boyfriend, or maybe after the next time I see him he’ll be my EX-boyfriend.

But thoughts eye’s… The next thing I knew, he was walking toward me.

‘Oh, my Gosh!’ I started to freak inside myself while keeping my face un-expressive at all of what I was thinking. ‘Why is he coming over her like he knows me or something?’

When he finally reached me gave me a nod and said,

“Hello.” It didn’t seem like a very welcoming hello, it was like he was talking to a military student or something, cause it sounded more mechanical then human.

I just managed to get out a little “Hi.” With me still clenching onto the inside door handle, and trying desperately to breath normally.

“Bra wanted to know~” But he was cut off by Gohan, because he grabbed the man by the shoulders and squeezed them. I noticed that it hurt him because he winced from it.

“Hello young lady, my name is Gohan.” He said, and gave me a very warming smile that warmed my heart. Then he grabbed my hand and shook it in a very warm way also, almost like a man would do to another man, I didn’t mind that, but I did mind that it hurt. I also felt myself wince from it.

“Hi,” I said, and he let go, then I fisted and unfasten my hand so it could get the blood flowing through it again.

“My name is Fiona.”

“Nice to meet you”

“Same here.” I agreed, nodding at him.

“How long have you been here?” He said while putting his hands behind his back, and spreading his legs as well. He was eyeing my hair, and then did the elevator on me just like all the guys did, I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.

“Ummm…” I thought. Actually, I wasn’t really sure how long had stayed here, I felt like I was a puzzle being put back together by a child, who took it’s time at putting it together.

It could have been a day, two days, or possibly a week, only God knows!

“Um, I-I, um-m…” I began to stutter; I brought my hand to my head hoping that would do it any good.

I noticed that Gohans smile that so welcomed me was starting to fade away.

I didn’t know what to do; I was starting to get nerves…I was beginning to panic…

“Hello!!” A little Bra said peeping between Gohans’ legs. She was obviously better.

“Well, hello there.” Gohan said while grabbing Bra by the waste and lifted her to his shoulders, were he lightly put her.

Bra giggled with joy and ruffled his already messy black hair.

“Feeling better?” I asked Bra in a very caring voice, who stopped suddenly to look down at me.

She then gave me a really nasty look, a look that said, “I don’t like you,” kind of look.

“Why didn’t you help me?” She said in an almost mad but helpless sort of way.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I know I should of helped you, but…”

All of a sudden I saw Vegeta behind them, I stopped talking in mid air, with my mouth a bit open.

‘Oh, NO!’ I thought. I looked at Bra and then at Gohan, whose face looked at me questionably.

I looked back at Vegeta, and ‘Damn it!’ I yelled at myself, he saw me.

All I could think about was that I had to get out of here, or at lest any place were Vegeta wasn’t close by.

“Um, it was nice seeing you.” I stuttered out, trying to be polite at the same time.

I took one last look at Vegeta, who was coming this way and his eyes’ set on me, and coming faster it almost looked like a he was jogging, then I said to them,

“I hope I see you again,” beginning to close the door. “I’m sorry I’ve gotta go, bye!”

I said all in a very swiftly speech, and also with a swiftly move I closed the door.

I didn’t get to see the look on there face when I slammed the door on them, but I’m sure Bra would be even more mad at me by now.

I raced to my bedroom as fast as possible, with my feet barley even touching the ground, while holding onto the wall while taking the turns. In fact I heard footsteps right behind me, that freaked me out and I stopped to the door right when I turned the last corner. I opened it, then slammed the door shut behind me and heard the click, which meant it was locked. I gave a huge sigh, and closed my eyes’. I turned around and put my back agents the door and slid down onto the floor, and put my head on my knees.

I took a few slow breaths and tried to calm myself down a bit.

That was when I finally heard the sound of a shower, then, it was suddenly turned off and the sound of mettle shower curtain rings being pushed aside.

“Oh…my…GOD!” I whispered to myself, thinking that Kami himself was laughing at me (why in the world did I just say Kami, when God means the same thing?).

I kept my head down though and stayed where I was, hoping he or she wouldn’t see me (now isn’t that smart).

The person didn’t see me for the first time he/she seemed to come out and did something and went back into the bathroom. Then he/she came back out and stopped.

I could feel that whoever was looking at me was looking at me hard, I then finally tried to take a little peep to whoever was looking at me.

“I wouldn’t.” A deep voice said.

I ducked my head back down to my knees very quickly.

‘Shoot!’ I thought to myself. ‘Of all the people I could have ran into, I had to run into Trunks.’

Yes, it was Trunks all right; He had the same kind of voice as Vegeta did, except his sounded more youthful; I would know.

“I’m so sorry Trunks, I got scared and I ran in here. I-I d-didn’t think anybody was in here, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” He said, giving me a chill on my spin, and butterflies began to go around in circles inside my stomach.

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“Keep you eyes’ closed, but stand up.” He ordered, making me feel as though I had too, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll tell everyone that you were in here, and that you were trying to catch a glimpse of me naked in the shower.” He this all in a snake like way, really not like him.

I gave out a deep sigh and said, “Fine.” in a very dull way.

I started to slowly stand up, putting my both of my hands on my knees and pushing myself up, while keeping my eyes’ nice and tightly shut.

When I was all the way up, I put my back agents the door again and folded my arms under my breast and gave a long sigh out.

“Now what?” I said getting very impatient.

“Just relax.” He said this right in my ear and I felt his breath on it, and I did relax.

I dropped my hands down to my side. I could feel his Breath on my lips now and open my lips slightly.

“I think you better go now,” He said, “before we go to far.”

I nodded; I reached for the doorknob. When I found it I turned it and opened the door and slid out and closed it. I then opened my eyes’ and started to walk toward my bedroom, I was walking more like a zombie thought. When I reached it the door was already open, my heart skipped a beat.

‘Oh, no.’ I thought, bringing myself back to reality.

I walked into it and looked around, Vegeta was lying on the bed, his back was toward me and he was facing the wall, basically he was on his side.

I slowly closed the door (this girl is pretty stupid) hoping not to wake him up; I just wanted to see if he was asleep. Then I tiptoed over to the side where I could see his face. I knelt down and looked at him, he looked like he was asleep.

So I stood back up, but when I was about to go back out to the party, Vegeta grabbed my leg.

I screamed from shock and he quickly covered it with his other hand, he twisted my arm behind my back, and I felt a sharp pane. I whimpered and squirmed, and tried to let him let go of me.

But again, like a tree I couldn’t get him to let go of me.

He forced me down on the bed and used one hand to keep both of my hands above my head and the other to cover my mouth. He pushed himself on top of me for my squirming to stop, and I did.

“What do you think your doing?” He said in a very angered voice.

I looked up at him with pleading eyes’, ‘Please,’ I was thinking, ‘please, don’t do this to me!’

I wanted to scream that out, but his hand was over my mouth, and not with my choice, I had to stay silent.

“I told you I would, and your mother in your dreams. That you would be mine, mine I tell you!”

He said this while practically shaking me, and I stiffened each time.

“Not with MY son, do you hear me?” He waited for a reply, but I was too slow.

“Do you hear me?!” He said again, even louder. And I made my face go up and down, giving a signal that I understood, now with my face streaked with tears.

‘So this is how a queen on Vegeta is treated like?’ I thought, but there was a catch, I didn’t even want to be queen, or even cared to be one. I wasn’t even smart to take over a simple picnic party, so how could I be able to even be HIS queen.

With my two slits up my skirt, I could move my legs apart more then most skirts and Vegeta took great advantage of that. He pushed me down hard and I could feel him throbbing thru my silky skirt, and wanting to go into me.

Then he slowly moved his hand from my mouth; I didn’t dare scream, though I wish I could.

‘I should have chosen a thicker skirt’, I thought, because it almost felt like he could go right in to me.

I was whimpering a great deal now, and then he began to unzip his pants.

“No!” I cried out, “You promised Vegeta, remember you promised. Not until I’m out of my teenage years!”

It was like he didn’t even hear me, because he had unbuttoned his pants now and was taking them off now.

“Vegeta, please!” I screamed, I felt fresh tears burning on my cheeks.

His pants were off, and I kept my eyes’ on his face for he had know underwear on, and I was not prepared for this at all.

Then he laid his self on me and gently kissed the tears away.

“Vegeta, please.” I said again, “Why are you doing this to me?” I said sniffling once or twice.

“I was crossing my fingers when I said that promise, but you didn’t see.” He said, while kissing my neck now.

He then took his hand crept it under my shirt and pushed my back up to take my bra off; when he did he laid me back down and put his hand over one of my breast.

I was now breathing gasps of breath now, it was also to late for me to stop as well for my lust for him was becoming stronger by the second, and he knew it.

He then squeezed me breast hard, I cried out a little.

Then again, and again, then on the last time I saw an image flash through my eyes’.

“I saw something!” I screamed, he stopped what he was doing and covered my mouth.

“What was it?” he said while taking his hand back off my mouth, and looking at me strait in the eye.

“It was I.” I said blankly, although it was hard to believe, although it was.

“ I was wearing a skirt and a crop top on. You could see the top part of my breasts and they were squished together making them look bigger. And I was wearing a black skirt like this, but it was shorter and the slits went all the way up my thighs, and I had nothing underneath that. My hair was long raged and red, like my mothers, and two guards were holding me down.”

“And,” as I continued, Feeling a gap was put in my throat there was somebody else in front of me looking at me in the most hateful eyes’, and I knew him.. “And…and…there was…”

‘No,’ I thought, ‘It couldn’t of been him, it just couldn’t be.’

I could hear the war in my head trying to figure out which was right or wrong, but it was obvious that the image was right.

“And who?” Vegeta said in my ear, sounding very impatient.

“It was John.” I said at last, mostly trying to convince myself that it was him.

Vegeta looked like he understood and gave out a long sigh.

“Fiona?” He asked.

“Yes.” Hoping he would tell me I was wrong, and tell me it was someone else.

“It’s not who you think it is.”

I stared at him even harder, even questionably. I didn’t think I would actually get my wish.

“Then who in the world could it be then?” I asked, my voice maybe a little too shrilly then it should have been.

“My father when he was my age.” He said, plane ad simple.

I gasped, but now that I think about the image again, he did sort of have spiky hair like this Vegeta did.

But he had a more roundish face, the same kind of face John had the last time I saw him looking at me.

“Is that all you saw in the image?” He asked, looking at me very sternly.

I nodded, and now I wasn’t looking up at him anymore, I was looking through him.