Daisuki landed softly on both feet and crept through the garden trelleses of the immense mansion as quietly as she could. She didn’t want her brother to catch her and Piccolo training together as they had been doing every night, because she knew he’d get mad at her and probably kick Piccolo’s ass, too. As she stole quietly through the night, she discarded her capsule corporation shirt, which had been tattered and blood-stained beyond recognition, and grabbed a new one from her hiding place in a nearby bush. She slipped it on and kept moving, making sure to keep the cloth of the shirt from the deep cut along her breastbone at least until she had reached the safety of her room. She knew that was probably not the only place she was hurt or dirty, but the night covered everything else in a cloak of midnight blue.

"Freeze, Daisu." A harsh voice halted her. "What are you doing?"

"Shit." She muttered. She turned slowly and a flashlight blared on and into her face. She held her hands up submissively as Vegeta strode over to her, anger evident on his face. "It’s not what you think." She sighed. "Im sure it is." He replied, he poked her in the chest and she couldn’t help but wince. Where his finger had pressed her shirt into her wound blood seeped into the material, dying the blue an ugly maroon. "What’s your excuse this time?"

"I’m ninteen. I have a right to fight. There’s your goddamn excuse." She said, annoyed. He growled and slapped her.

"Don’t take that tone with me. I may be your brother but I wont hesitate to take advantage of your injury and beat you to death." He threatened.

"Oh really? I’d like to see you try, you bastard." She retorted as she kicked him swiftly in the groin and backed away from the beam of light . He gasped and fell to his knees in agony.

"You…you… bitch.." He swore. The flashlight fell from his hand and rolled into the brush.

"Damn right." She said, she turned and fled, jumping over bushes and rolling under hedges. Vegeta would catch up to her and in the morning….there wouldn’t be enough left of her to bury. She had to run, she had to get to someone who could protect her. She thought frantically of who might be able to defend her against her aggresor as she maneavered through memorized paths, coming closer and closer to the estate. She finally reached the large white coloumns of the front porch and sagged against one as she caught her breath. She heard a crack of brush from the bushes in front of her and stiffened. She tensed, ready to fight. A racoon scrambled out of the hedge and waddled away, chuckling. She sighed in releif and reached for the handle of the door, facing foreward and plunging her hand into the darkness behind her so nobody could sneak up on her.

A strong, warm hand caught hers in it’s fist and held tight. She gave a weak strangled cry as her brother’s cold eyes glitttered before her,and another fist burrowed itself into her stomach.

"I’ll teach you." He growled. "Ill teach you never to defy me, prince of all Saiyans." She felt as if all the air she had within her had been forced out of her lungs. She managed a hoarse whisper.

"Cheavanist…..p-pig.." She gasped. He slammed her against the door and she felt the cold steel doorknob jam into her spine painfully. She stiffened and her eyes rolled upward. He was crushing her against the door! Sandwiching her body between his and the wooden frame. She felt hot blood plaster her shirt to her chest. He pushed harder. Her lungs fought to expand agaist the immense pressure but gave up after a few futile attempts. Blackness seeped in throught the cracks in her vision. She was suffocating, drowning in a sea of oxygen. She felt two or three agonizing pops, followed by a crack, and then a burning ache shot up her torso. She grunted and brought her knee up in a last effort to free herself, it executed in a knifelike motion and hit home. The pressure immediately slackened as Vegeta once more landed on his knees, grasping his injured loins and swearing. Her eyes were so wide the whites showed all around the irises, she leapt over him and sped down the dark hallway of the mansion, stumbling but always forcing herself back up as Vegeta’s heavy footfall neared. Finally, she slumped against the wall, her shirt plastered to her chest, her heart beating a deafening roar, she sagged against the cool surface, breathing heavily. She lifted her head after she had had a moment to catch her breath. All around her she could hear only one thing.

Silence.

She slowly drew herself to full height, regaining a ready position, looking around worriedly, she took a few catious steps foreward. Still nothing. Then she started to run. She ran until she got all the way to her room. She opened the door, releived, and collapsed, face-down, sobbing on her bed. A dark figure stepped out of the shadows beside the bed and looked down at her. Daisuki raised her eyes to see where the sound of heavy breathing was coming from. She didn’t have time to see who it was, but she knew anyway, the inevitable.

"You BITCH!" Vegeta leapt at her and tackled her, they both went flying off the bed and onto the carpet. For a minute they tumbled, in chaos, over the floor, then Vegeta gained control and slammed her into a wall, getting to his feet. This was followed by a series of painful blows to her abdomen and face, she couldn’t see them, only a stifling blackness as blood ran down her chest in hot torrents. She figured one or two ribs must be broken at least, and maybe her arm as well. She cringed and fought to regain her senses, what little she got back came slowly, but it came, and it was enough. She forced herself to her feet. She didn’t know if she could fight in her condition, but she knew she would have to try if she wanted a chance at survival.