A/U: Okay, you wouldnt believe how many times Ive changed this chap. A few details were added and I replaced the old one(which had a little glitch in the story line)and now the new one has some stuff removed/added you get the picture. Anywayz, thats all I wanted to say. Enjoy.







The car ride back went like this, me giving every car on the road a dirty look, mom trying `indirectly' to ask me what had me so `upset'. Upset wasn't the word, I was fuming. Not because my brother took `care' of Zandar, but because he could be so blind. If he tried hard enough, he could see what I was capable of. But he chooses to treat me as someone who couldn't defend themselves. Someone who needed others to fight for them.

<Like mom>

No offense meant to her of course.

(Then why don't you show them) came a thought.

She shook her head.

<I've avoided the shrink for years, I'm not going now>

Pulling off the highway, I headed on the road that took you to Capsule Corps. I felt the kis of the fighters up ahead. No surprise, they were always there.

<Using the gravity room, of course>

My mind went through their various faces, stopping on Goten. My mood darkened even more. He had been on my bad side since me and Trunks started splinting up. Well, no, come to think of it, it'd been since I can remember. He really didn't care if he was in my good graces or not. To him, I was just his best friends little sister to annoy.

My heart cringed.

(And big bro don't stick up for ya) came the same thought.

<The question is, why does it hurt me so?>

I drove the car up to the house, parking it in the driveway.

"KA-ME-HA-ME-HA!!!!!!!!!!"

A bright light was seen.

I cringed visibly.

<Why does he always have to yell so loud!>

"Oh, the guys are here. I wonder if Chichi is?" mom said preoccupied as she got out of the car. She scrunched her eyes together. Something I have dubbed a 'Grandma Look'. Getting out as well, I slammed the car door shut then stomped angrily toward the house.

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<How to get him back>

I sat on the floor in my room, overly sized might I add. Clothes were strewn about. They lay on my dresser, end tables, futon, and any other place that wasn't visible. My room was the size of the living room. My brother's was the same, big, only less chaotic. Instead of a bed, I had a hammock that took up the whole of my ceiling. Several computers, both PC and laptop, were scattered through out the room. Along with their accessories. What could I say, I was a computer nerd.

My room was painted midnight, the closest I could get to black. My mother had been a little disturbed when I had told I wanted my entire room done in the color. So I opted for midnight, close enough. Instead of carpet, I had tile. A huge tank stood beside one of my walls. My iguana, Atom, stayed in there. He had a small, black, collar around his neck. Sometimes I'd put a leash on him, hold on to the other end and let him walk around while I was sitting on the floor. He got exercise, and I enjoyed his company. He didn't talk, so that was bliss.

D12's song `Purple Hills' came on in cell phone tones. Growling, I got up, my bare feet hitting the cold, but pleasant tile as I walked towards the ring. Crouching down, I dug through a pile of clothes till I found the silver colored phone. It was small, and fit in my hand.

"Hello," I growled, already knowing whom it was.

"Hey Bally," said Marron, in that ever-irritating chirpy voice.

"What?" I hissed, plopping down on the floor.

"Uh oh, what'd the boys do?" she asked, her chirpy tone going into one I could tolerate.

I pulled the phone away from my ear. My hand started to squeeze harder, fuming. I had to remind myself I was stronger than what it was made out of. After all these years of knowing each other, she still didn't get the hint that if I wasn't mad at you, than don't ask. And it wasn't just `the boys' I was mad at. I was always mad at Goten, but she couldn't possible ever know how it felt to have a twin, and what I was going through with him.

Ready to hang up on her, my mother's voice came over the intercom.

"Bally, hon, could you come downstairs?"

<NO!>

I knew it was a statement rather than a question. But for once, I was grateful to be called over the system.

!Listen, Marron" I was trying not to let my seething anger seep into my tone. I had been provoked far pass not being able to have an outburst right now. "My mom's calling me. I gotta go" I was able to get my voice to a monotone.

"Oh, well I just called to tell you that my family and I are comin' over. Well, I'll letch ya go, bye"

`CLICK'

<Wonderful, the only thing actually good about them coming over is her mother. I stay somewhere around where she's at, and everybody leaves me alone. Though I hate to bug her>

Turning my cell off, I got up off the cold tile. After stretching quickly, I walked toward my door. Closing it behind me.

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At the bottom of the stairs, I could hear pots and pans, boiling water, and laughter all the way from here. Even though the kitchen was on the other side of the house.

Slightly pissed that I had been pulled from my solitude, before Marron called that is, I stalked toward the kitchen.

I stood in the doorway, cringing at the loud noise being made and watching Chichi, Videl, my grandmother, and my mother laugh at jokes only they knew of and hurry around the kitchen.

"Are Krillin and them coming?" asked Chichi.

"Yes" I said, just loud enough to be heard over the noise.

My mother jumped in surprise. She whirled around. How long have you been standing there? she asked suspiciously.

"Long enough." The noise had stopped and I could lower my tone. "What'd you want?" I asked in my usual voice. Trying not to sound exasperated.

My mother walked over to a counter, grabbed something off the surface, and then walked over to me. She handed me a handful of capsules.

"Take these outside. Thanks hon," she went back to the food she was preparing and the noise in the kitchen started up again. Forcing me to leave.

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I walked out the front door.

<Wonderful, snack time. Enough to tie them over till dinner>

I cringed as Goku's loud yell filled the air.

"KA-ME-HA-ME-HA!"

<Does he ever use any other attacks!>

I walked up to the group standing on the ground. Piccolo looked my way, acknowledging my presence with a nod of his head. I repeated the jester.

"Hey B," said Goten.

I caught a look at him out of the corner of my eye. His burnt T-shirt, or what was left of it anyway, was hanging in shreds. His baggy, navy blue jeans where dirty, so my guess was they had been a lighter blue at one time. His rock hard chiseled body was glistening with sweat, plastering his hair to his face. Which had been cut earlier. Most girls would be drooling right about now, the ones at our school anyway. I'll admit he looks good, but I've had enough of Son Goten to last me a lifetime.

<Although, I wouldn't mind SHUTUP! What are you thinking?!>

I turned my attention toward the fight that was going up above us, ignoring him. Locking my eyes onto their figures, I saw Son Goku and Son Gohan sparring rather roughly. Both in SS2 mode, they were going for pain right now.

They both stopped in mid air for only a split second. Gohan flew several meters from his father, holding his hands out. He yelled an attack, his words too jumbled for me to make out. A golden ki ball, I could feel the power it radiated, floated before his outstretched hands. Then, as soon as it had appeared, it flew at Goku.

Throwing an attack of his own at the speeding power ball, the two collided, a giant explosion sending debris of rock, land, and trees flying like bullets everywhere.

Goten appeared suddenly before me, not surprising though, blocking whatever was headed my way. I could have easily withstood it, but they didn't know, and frankly it was better that way.

The wind died down after a moment, and Goten moved to the side of me. He threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him in the process.

I gave him a dirty look.

"Hey Bally, no need to fret. I'm here," he said in a teasing tone.

My brother's snickering caught my ears. I wanted to smack them both so bad.

<They had better watch out. They're in for it and they don't even know it>

Goten's own chuckle caught my hearing. I growled, ready to pry his eyes out if he didn't let go.

<UGH! Quit touching me you idiot.>

"Hey Bally," said Goku, he stood before me, smiling idiotically. I cringed at his voice. His ears were probably still ringing, other wise he was pretty soft spoken.

"Hey B" Gohan greeted from behind him. Then mumbling something about Videl killing him. I took note of his `almost not there' shirt.

Trunks, deciding I hadn't been paying attention earlier, chose to speak.

"Hey sis," he said with a smile.

I gave him a dirty look as well, I was still angry. He gulped loudly under my glare.

Goten, seeing the chance to belittle me, snickered loudly.

"Hey B, Trunks told us what ya tried ta do with that executive this morning."

I set my glare on Goten, catching Trunks waving his arms around madly.

I set my gaze forward, letting a growl escape my throat.

Goku put a serious expression on.

"He's right Bally."

<Blind. You're all blind.>

"I know you provoked him, and you shouldn't do that. He could have really hurt you."

I trembled slightly, building up in anger.

<OH! If you ONLY knew!>

"But, incase something like that really does happen, and none of us are there for you, I think we should teach you how to defend yourself."

That was it, I was ready to snap.

<NARE you self-control>

Without warning, Goten disappeared, then reappeared with me in the air. Slightly dizzy, I shook my head. I opened my eyes, then they widened. We were flying hundreds of feet above a meadow clearing. Both his arms were wrapped tightly around me.

<Almost as if he's afraid to drop me.>

Of course it wasn't new. Since I was at least fourteen he'd tried, in one form or another, to touch or hold me. It could be considered romantic. But I had dismissed it as a sibling bond. I was a sister in some way. Rather it be to annoy or rely on, at least that's what I think.

<No, that's what you want it to be.>

I did the same with my brother though, a hand on his shoulder as assurance. A nudge to let him know that I was there if he needed me.

My heart sank.

<But you could care less about me.>

Shaking my head mentally, I focused my attention on the situation I was in rather than letting my thoughts wonder.

<You can reflect later but let's get this over with.>

"Now Bally, I'm gonna teach ya ta fly", he said.

His pleasure in torturing me was vivid in his voice.

<I'm getting real sick of this.>

"Goten," my voice dripped with venom. "Put me down," I hissed, "On the ground."

"Make me," his voice was husky. Playfulness lightly etched his tone.

I felt his hot breath tickle my ear, as I had turned my head at some point. My eyes widened, I was confused and a little freaked out.

I think I liked it.

<Now I know there's something wrong with me>

But my mood changed quickly, I was ticked that he hadn't done as I had asked. Instead he was having a little fun at my expense.

<That's my job>

"Fine", I growled, my tone `have-it-your-way-you'll-regret-it-anyway'.

Using my speed, and the advantage of surprise, I turned the tables. Faster than they could see, I slipped from his grasp and flew to the back of him. I dug my right palm into his spine, in the middle of his shoulder blades. I hit a pressure point that sent a type of small, electric like shock through your body. Bringing my left hand up to his neck, I dug my nails into certain spots at his throat. If different amounts of pressure were added, I could either hurt him, stop his breathing, break his neck, or just kill him instantly. I chose the first. Surprise, pain, and pleasure filled the air around him.

<What is it with you!? Why do you like this so much?>

"Happy?" I snapped. Not really wanting an answer.

Things were quiet for at least a minute, except for Goten's rapid breathing.

In one quick motion, I removed my hands from his neck and gave him a hurtling push away from me with my palm. Snorting, I descended toward the ground.

Next thing I knew my body was racked with pain and I felt my side bleeding. The various cracks echoed in my head.

My mind was focusing on how I was going to kill, him and other things, like how much pain I was in.

I then realized that I was soon going to have a mouth full of dirt. Grunting, I pushed the pain into the back of my mind and didn't let the process of gravity win. I flew higher into the air, trying to sense Goten. He appeared before me, not surprisingly, I had already felt him.

He didn't strike so I kept my arms to my side. My tail twitched lightly with my anger. He looked me over, like an animal would watch his prey. That made me feel uneasy. I was loosing my focus. But I was also disgusted, I was human.

<Scratch that.>

But I wasn't a juicy, plump piece of meat either, and that's the way he was looking at me. I wanted to something smart, egg him on, but kept my mouth shut. I was content just glaring at him, no words were needed. I doubt he even knows what he's doing.

<Now that I think about it, what IS he doing?>

My tail swung slowly from side to side. He was a few feet away from me and I eyed him closely. He was looking for a distraction in my defenses. I wasn't going to give him a chance.

My senses were at a peak. Alert to any change in his ki, no matter how small. My eyes glared at his form. I even glared at his eyes. Awaiting any movement, any hint that he might attack.

I grew bored, but stayed cautious.

<He apparently isn't going to let up anytime soon.>

I took a sniff of the air. There was a smell I couldn't quite place. Realizing where the wind was blowing, I stared at Goten. His limestone chiseled body was surrounded by blue, fire like ki. His hair now stood up, defying gravity. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. My tail straightened from the feeling.

I shook my head mentally, pushing my hormones out of my mind so I could have my focus back. A split second later, I felt his ki in front of me.

<So much for NOT giving him a chance.>

I squinted in an attempt to put the two Gotens back into one. He was a good 5 inches from my face and I could feel his hot breath. Hear his hard but regular beating. It was a droning sound that lulled me into a slight daze. I could swear by the moon that I could hear his heart beating inside my head.

<No, that's mine.>

I noticed for the first time just how fast my heart was beating.

<But why?>

I started getting dizzy, not to mention a headache, from straining my eyes. I made an attempt to float back, but felt something fury wrap itself tightly around my waist. Jerking me to an unexpected stop. The spiky yet soft hair making my skin itch with its unfamiliar texture.

He pulled me closer, with his tail, to where our lips were on the verge of touching. I found myself staring into pools of black. His emotions bared before me. I saw lust, need, want, fear, happiness, longing and several others I couldn't define. Weird thing was, logic wasn't present.

He closed his eyes and lifted his head up slightly. Taking care not to hit me with his chin. It's not like I could've moved anyway. For some reason my body had gone numb and I was suddenly tired. As if someone had drained most of my energy. My arms and legs stayed lifeless, as I thought I was trying to move.

<WHAT THE>

His mouth opened, needle tipped fangs glinted in the sunlight. His head came toward my neck at record speed, though for me it was in slow motion.

He drew closer and a fear like no other came over me. My limbs acted on my command again and my arms shot out in front of me. My ki flared blue around me and I sent a large blast on his chest. He shot away from me from the force of my attack.

<What was he doing?>

At almost 100 feet from the ground, he finally regained his composure and stopped himself in mid-air. He stared at me, eyes wide, surprised. I glared back, enraged. Logic kept my sanity and kept me from beating the crap out of him. It kept me from yelling out in fury, letting my anger out. It kept me from attacking.

I wanted to scream at him for everything he'd done to me since we were kids. Punch, kick, bite, and claw at him till he felt the pain I feel, and had felt. The frustration, humiliation, and loneliness he had caused me. The uneasiness he'd given me that stayed and wouldn't go away. The tears I had cried and those yet to be shed.

I wanted someone to hold me and tell me I was okay. Everything was okay. But no one noticed, or they didn't care. I felt like we were all cramped inside an elevator and I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My voice echoing of the walls and no one was hearing.

I glared at him with the most contempt and hatred I had ever had for anyone. I made sure those emotions were visible in my eyes. I made sure he saw it, including the pain he'd caused. I made sure he saw what was now fueling me.

<The question is, why do you let him hurt you so?>

He stared at me for a nanosecond longer then charged at me full speed.

An instinct, I guess it could be called that, seemed to awaken within me. I became more agile, stronger, and faster then I had ever thought that I could reach in this form. Our fight was a blur, brutal. I hit with punches, kicks, clawing, and ki blasts. Anything I could think of. Even though we were both holding back, we'd be a mess later.

He came closer, his right fist about to collide with my stomach. I shot my left hand down, catching his hand in my palm. My left leg came up and my knee hit him in the chin. Using my right fist, I gave him an uppercut to his face, hearing his jaw crack as my knuckles hit the bones.

He recovered quickly and tried to hit me with a punch. I blocked and gave him another uppercut. I was now on the offense with punches and him on the defense with blocks.

I received a few good kicks to the ribs. I grunted in the pain that followed. I punched him in the chest as retaliation. We continued with more blocks, punches, and kicks. Neither of us getting in anything.

Minutes passed, and I was getting annoyed, and bored. Smirking, I picked up my pace and began hitting him at faster rates. Causing him to lose track of the routine we had started, letting me get a few good ones on his head. Bringing my right leg to the side, I used my knee and swung it hard into his ribs. Hearing them crack and break. His defenses broke as his hands came to his side. He let out a pained shout when he touched it.

Using his injury to my advantage, I formed a small ki ball in my hand. Building its power up for a moment, I then enclosed my figures around it to form a fist. With a glare of hatred, there was no hesitation as I threw my glowing hand at his face. Hearing his nose break. The force from my punch caused him to fly toward the ground, landing and making a small crater. He didn't move.

I waited in mid-air, watching his limp form.

<I didn't hurt him that bad.>

After two minutes passed he got up, dirt sticking to his sweaty body. He stared up at me, glaring actually. He was now on the warpath, I could tell. A smirk of mirth painted my lips, his pride was wounded. I licked my lips in the delicious taste of victory.

<You're days are numbered, male>

His body went straight, he then let out a scream of power. Then his ki became swirls of electricity as the blue turned to gold. His body became unusually pumped and his eyes turned emerald green.

<Oh, shaz>

He stayed on the ground for a few moments letting me take him in. A smirk crossed his face. I had seen the transition to Super Sayain several times. But on the battlefield and up close I was in awe. The heat, like fire, scorched the ground around him. The waves of energy distorted the air and scenes around me. My arm came to my face. My skin had already become red from the heat. I was slightly burned already. His smirk turned into pride as he phased. I regained my wits quick, already expecting this. So when he reappeared with a fist crashing down, I wasn't there, he hit thin air. Causing him to stumble forward. Using his surprise, I removed myself from the sun's rays and phased behind him. Using my booted foot to send him crashing into the ground for a second time.

My advantage now was that he could only sense that I was alive. Not where I was.

He fell to the forest floor. I must have knocked him out for a few seconds because he jerked his body into a flip and landed on the ground. Sliding quite a bit across the ground. He finally came to a stop. Grass and dirt flying around him. He was now on all fours.

He stared up at me, and I noticed just how bloody he was. Burns of all types were on his skin. Bleeding to their degrees. He held himself as if bones were broken. I already knew though, I had heard them. Bloody gashes covered the rest of his skin.

I snorted, feeling pain prick at the back of my mind. He then shot at me. As he came closer, I hit him upside the head, hitting a pressure point that sent searing pain done your spine. He stopped for a split second, allowing me an opening to his stomach.

I kneed him hard breaking what was left of his ribs, moving a few organs around, and making him spit up blood. He shouted in pain, covering up his stomach with one hand and wiping blood from his mouth with another. He floated back some feet from my blow, taking time to recuperate. I heard his breathing, drowned, hard, and shallow. He stared daggers at me, but those emotions still stayed.

<I don't think I'll ever understand you.>

He snorted once then descended to the ground a bloody mess. The gold turning back into Goten's normal self, a sign that I had the victory. The adrenaline wore off, leaving my energy drained and my world spinning. I floated to the ground, intending on resting a minute.

My feet hit the ground and I almost fell.

<Just how much blood did I loose?>

I looked myself over, my dizziness not gone fully. It looked like I had literally taken a bath in my own blood. Wounds punctured my visible flesh, and I could feel those that were under my torn clothes. I swallowed, cringing at the taste of blood in my mouth. My nose was still bleeding.

Snorting in anger, hurt, and pain I floated up, flying at a moderate pace. Heading toward home and my room to clean up and dress my wounds.

<That's gonna take all night.>

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I entered my room, grateful I'd only have to mop the floor. There was a soft knock, and then the door opened.

"Bally?"

I groaned, I really didn't want to talk right now.

"Are you okay?" Marron was slightly hysteric.

"Been better," I grumbled, my voice hoarse.

She turned on the lights, blinding me for a moment.

"Remind me to put black one's in."

She looked at me strangely.

"Never mind, blood loss."

She nodded her head.

"Anything I can do?"

I would have ignored her, but the sincerity in her voice caught my attention.

"I'm sure you'll find something."

I headed toward my bathroom, my wounds still dripping blood.

"I'll just, a clean this up," Marron stuttered.

<I must REALLY look bad.>

I stepped into my bathroom and trudge toward my large shower. Opening the glass doors I turned on the shower to luke warm water. Making sure the water came down in a gentle stream. Smearing blood on the wall, facets, and the door as I got in, I grumbled as my hands started stinging. I stepped in, too tired and bloody to take off my clothes.

So I stood there. My head down watching red water flow from me to the drain. I was in no mood to relive my fight. My mind was becoming more of a blur as the moments passed. So my shower went on in a daze.

The skin on my arms, legs, and face were finally visible after gently scrubbing around my wounds. I had now stopped bleeding which meant I could get clean and stay clean. I had a window in my bathroom, and the light that shone through it allowed me to see just how ghost white I was.

<Ouch.>

My pain was intensifying and I couldn't figure out why. Grumbling, I extended my nails and cut the clothes off my body. Throwing them to the shower floor in a torn and bloody heap. I began to scrub the rest of me.

Pouring a generous portion of shampoo in my gashed up hand, I was too dazed to pay attention to the stinging. I scrubbed the blood out of my hair then rinsed by hanging my head forward. Minutes passed and I was dizzy to the extreme. Standing straight, my hair fell in my face, as I didn't bother flinging it to the back of my head. I opened the glass doors. My previous red handprints now dried. Putting my hair up in a towel and wrapping one around my body, I walked out of the bathroom. Leaving my mess for tomorrow.

Marron turned toward me with a worried smile. She had mopped away all my marks on the floor.

"Didn't like my decorations?"

It was my way of letting her know I was all right.

She gave a small chuckle. I couldn't tell if she was just minding me, found it actually funny, or was uncomfortable. I wrinkled my nose.

"I'll go get the first aid kit," she mumbled, dazed slightly.

I walked over to my futon and plopped down. My head throbbing. I heard my door open. Minutes later Marron padded back in, closing it behind her. Walking over, she handed it to me. I set it beside me and opened it up.

"I'll just go clean up the bathroom."

I nodded, my eyelids getting heavy.

She walked away, leaving me to bandage myself.

An hour and a half passed and I was now dressed. A tight workout top covered my chest, I had on extremely loose short jersey shorts.

Marron came out of the bathroom, sweaty.

"Thanks."

She looked at me, surprised. A smile came across her face.

"You're welcome," she whispered.

I finished applying alcohol and peroxide to a particularly large, deep cut on my left thigh. I stared at it angrily as it began to sting.

"So, uh, how bad did he hurt you?"

I turned to stare at her, making sure to cool my glare down.

"I look like a mummy."

She caught my barely audible mumble.

"If you covered up every cut, yeah."

I turned back to my leg. I grabbed some gauze out of the small, aluminum box and wrapped it around my thigh.

"Did they stop bleeding?"

"They're already healing."

She gaped at me.

"The only thing left are burns and bruises."

"Bones?"

I stood up.

"Healed properly and in their right places."

She stared at me.

"Neither of the guys heal that fast."

My hunger starting to distract me, I decided to end our conversation.

"I know."

I walked slowly toward the door. Not hearing Marron's footsteps behind me, I stopped in my tracks.

"We've been in here for a good two to three hours. Dinner's probably cold."

Silence clung in the air for a few moments.

"Yes, let's eat."

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I walked rather well down the stairs, despite the discomfort I was in.

"You all right?"

"To be truthful, no."

My room was upstairs, and the kitchen was down a few halls from the stairs. It was a quiet walk, the only thing heard was my rapid breathing. We reached the large doors and I threw one open, hearing it crack against the wall.

"Uh, what do you want?"

Marron was getting nervous.

"Don't worry. You're not on my hit list."

I walked over to the sub-zero fridge. Taking out an arm full of instant lasagna dinners, I went over to the 5x5 microwave.

"So, you going to school tomorrow?"

"No."

I was losing my voice.

Marron nodded.

Throwing the dinners into the microwave, I set it for four minutes.

Feeling my balance leaving me, I grabbed onto the counter for support.

"Oh my, are you okay?"

I didn't answer.

We then heard screaming from the other side of the house.

"Chichi, " I grumbled, feeling my head pound even more.

The microwave beeped three times letting me know it was done.

Hissing at the ringing in my ears, I reached for the cabinet above me. Grabbing a breakfast tray, I threw it on the island in the center of the kitchen. Marron let out a small `eep'. It landed right side up. Opening the microwave, I threw each dinner onto the island counter.

"Good thing they weren't open," Marron mumbled.

Opening the draw underneath the counter, I grabbed two forks and limped over to the island. Marron walked over to the pantry and came back with a roll of paper towels. I began piling up the dinners one by one. Marron walked over to the fridge and grabbed a case of 7up*. She stuck it on the tray.

She picked it up, her strength evident as the thing weighed a good 15 lb. now with the case of coke.

I limped out of the kitchen heading in the direction of the stairs.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!"

My eardrums began pounding as Chichi's voice hit decimal that couldn't be humanly possible since it came from the other side of the house.

"Woah, she must really be mad," Marron said from behind me.

I moaned, my stomach letting out a light growl. Floating up into the air, I headed toward all the commotion. Marron following behind me.

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Marron and I landed in front of two, large lilac colored French doors that opened up to my mother's favorite rec. room. The entire gang was located there. It was where she took her company to talk. It was a large, spacious room with 15ft-vaulted ceilings. Large windows were spaced evenly through out the walls. Several of those being bay windows. The room was very well light, expressing my mom's prep personality. Which was derived from my grandma's bubbly one.

Lilac colored couches, loves seats, and single chairs were in the middle of the room. End tables and coffee tables were either beside the seats, or behind them. The carpet was a pearly white, the walls a ghost. Making them glow in the sunlight. The ceiling looked like it had been painted with a sponge. It was a same color as the walls, windows placed strategically in it.

An overly sized entertainment system lined the walls parallel of the entrance. It was made of oak and consisted of a CD and cassette player, surround sound speakers, and plenty of space for holding tapes and discs. Which reminded me, I needed to get one of my CDs back form her. To tell the truth, the room disgusted me.

I peeked in. Not seeing far since the room was huge. Growling I threw the door open, Chichi's voice stopped immediately.

I stalked over to the seats, Marron still in the hallway. Goku, Gohan, and Trunks were standing behind some of the sofas. Their hands were over their ears. Goten stood in the center with Chichi in front of him. Mom, grandma, Yamcha, Tien, Krillin and 18 sat on the various seats. Chichi then started yelling again.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED?!"

I felt sick.

"What is going on?" I breathed.

"Baby girl are you okay?" Mom asked, getting up from the sofa she was sitting on and rushing up to me. She took my face in her hands and started examining the scabbed cuts.

"Oh my goodness!" grandma cried, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She picked up my left arm and examined the gauze and tape.

"That looks painful", Krillin mumbled. He was referring to my bandages. This comment was promptly met with a smack up side the head from 18.

"How do you feel?" she asked in her monotone.

"Like someone beat the crap outa me."

"How? Who did it?" Goten asked, his eyes widening.

My eyes widened in both disbelief and anger

"You do look really bad. Who did it?" Yamcha was getting his fatherly tone again. True, he had been a father figure to us all our lives. But I had this uncertain feeling of distrust against him. I didn't know why. I still felt empty around him.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN! YOU WERE THE ONLY OTHER ONE OUT THERE!" Chichi screamed.

"You beat him up really good Bally. Had to give him a sensu bean," Goku's cheery voice rang. "He was apparently believing it had been a small spar and Goten had let me beat him up."

"She did?" Goten gaped.

"YOU BETTER NOT BE PLAYING WITH ME GOTEN SON!"

Ignoring Chichi's screaming I stalked up to the Goku look a like. I glared holes into him as he began to shrink back.

<You're a flunk. You attack me and then play memory loss>

"Hey, B, why are you so?"

I heard his jaw break all over again as my fist collided with his face. He fell to the ground with a heavy `thud'. Teeth marks were indented on the tape on my knuckles.

Chichi gaped at me.

"I'll go get another sensu bean."

Tien stood up and walked toward the doors. Not before shoving his hand in my face. Revealing a small bean.

"GOTEN!"

Chichi was in disbelief. A soft voice had replaced her former one.

"I think he got what he deserved, Chichi"

Goku's voice took on a serious tone as he helped his youngest up.

"Good punch."

Goten held his nose. Blood running from his fingers.

"I didn't know she could hit."

His voice was muffled from his hand.

"MY CARPET!"

My mother grabbed the tissue box that was on one of the end tables.

Fuming, I pushed Tien's hand out of my face and stalked out.

"Not what I expected."

Marron's nervousness was evident in her voice.

I was shaking with rage.

"Let's go upstairs now, shall we?"

It was all I could do not to scream.

Marron headed toward my room. Walking rather fast.