Area C: Day One

[Bra]

Bra watched everything in bitter silence, knowing any sort of protest or argument could anger the ludicrous power that was Raditzu. Instead, she did her best to relax and let the specialized healing units do their work. Despite the fact that they were nowhere near as effective as rejuvination chambers, Bra wasn't really physically damaged in any way. She had simply burned off far too much energy in her rage and determination to kill Android 14.

You'd think someone that weak would just lay down and die. I can't believe he gave me a run for my money.

"Okay, there's not much more this thing can do for me than a good night's sleep can." Bra decided, releasing herself, "Oh, I'm hungry."

The cyan-haired girl headed to a large pantry marked 'rations', remarking that Raditzu had somehow missed the bright red lettering, and giggled at his expense. She opened the door and almost immediately groaned.

"What is it?" Bulma asked.

"MRE's." Bra replied, remembering just how much she had hated them during the Friend or Foe tournament, "Well... they've got to be more filling than biscuits. And at least in the bunker, I can heat this junk up."

The demi-Saiyan dejectedly tossed the container into the bunker's microwave, and allowed it to heat the 'food' up before removing it from the appliance and setting it on the table. Bra collected a fork and knife from a drawer and sat at the table, peeling off the cover of her MRE.

"Oh, goodie. Today we get almost-lasagna." she commented sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. Just be thankful you have something to eat." her mother objected.

"Yeah, I guess." Bra said half-heartedly, "Maybe we can stay the night? I'm really tired."