Day Two: Morning

[Bra]

Yamu?s words had cut to the core of her very being. Her eyes widely stared forward, but she wasn?t looking at anything. Yamu was a fool; to trust someone who couldn?t even trust her self was absurd. Despite the idiotic concept, Bra truly did appreciate his words. It felt good to have some kind of a foundation, even if it was with a weathered-looking man whom she hardly remembered.

Without getting up, she reached into her rucksack and withdrew her water bottle. Unscrewing it, the cyan haired girl took a long swig before replacing the cap and setting the canteen down in front of her. Soon, she was again lost to a world of sleep.

Bra awoke from a dreamless sleep, this time to stare Bardock in the face. A confused expression crossed her visage as she watched him through a haze, having just waken up, the girl found it difficult to focus on anyone so quickly.

?You?ll be fine, Princess.? he said, before he proceeded to stand up. The girl wanted to stop him, but the purpose-bred soldier was too quick for her in her dazed state.

The group was preparing to move. Bra got to her feet and slung her bag back over her shoulder, falling into step behind the others. Several of the group?s members began to speak with one another, but the heiress remained silent for a long time, choosing to simply walk and watch as everyone else continued the trek.

The girl watched the diligent Yamu carry the dying Hasky in his arms, with a saiyan woman marching close-by. Bra sighed. It was selfish, she knew, but she was driven to think of herself in Hasky?s situation. Would anyone care for her? It seemed unlikely, and the thought drove her to sigh again.

Finally, the group stopped for something, and the hybrid?s eyes fell upon Bardock. You?ll be fine, Princess. Those words turned over in her mind with a mix of gratitude and disgust. For the first time, as far as her broken memory informed her, Bra would speak to him with the time and focus he deserved. It pained her to think, after all the times he?d tried to comfort her, that she had shrugged him off or even outright ignored him.

?...Bardock?? the word was hesitant, careful. She didn?t really want to initiate the conversation, but something told her she had to.

?Hm?? he inquired, glancing back only for an instant. Already, the heiress began to stammer, unable to say what was on her mind. ?I?m listening, Princess.?

?Y?know, you don?t have to call me that all the time. I mean,? Bra looked him right in the eyes. ?With that stupid title, nobody knows me for anyone except Vegeta?s daughter. You know that for a long time, nobody knew, not even my best friend. But I let it slip once. Once! And now I?m not a regular person anymore. My whole life I got treated different ?cause I?m royalty and... and it sucks! Nobody speaks to you like a normal person, it?s like... I don?t know. I just feel like nobody cares about who I am, they only care about my dad. It?s like all I am is a way to him. So... could you just call me ?Bra?? It?s good enough, y?know??

It was an odd way to break the ice, but it was the only thing Bra could think to say, and so she had. She just prayed she hadn?t looked like a fool in front of the stalwart soldier.