Day Three: Morning

[Bra]

Bra curled up next to a tree, with nobody to really talk to. Raditzu and Eighteen were content to converse with one another, and Bardock had proven to be a frigid monster; a stark contrast to the long haired saiyan?s inexplicable happy-go-lucky attitude.

The saiyan named ?Selipa? was a stranger, and the only reason Bra even knew Hasky?s name was because of Yamu, who had since been grotesquely murdered by the host, who had evidently grown bored with his existence.

So she fell asleep.

The princess? subconscious was a dark and broken place. Displaced thoughts and forgotten memories made up a bizarre dreamworld, leaving Bra inside a hallway, standing on the wall, as if to openly mock the laws gravity had firmly put in place for ages.

?What... what the fuck? Why? Can I ever catch a break?? the girl demanded under her breath. Shaking her head, the hybrid padded down the wall of the corridor, which opened into a roadway atop an enormous dam.

Russian soldiers marched to and fro while others stood guard and still others sat perched atop watchtowers, sniper rifles continually sweeping back and forth, almost as if to dare an intruder to expose himself to their sights.

None of the troops seemed to care that Bra had just walked out of a hallway - which promptly disappeared - and onto their dam, and appeared to be ignoring her as though she wasn?t even there.

?Hey! Hello! Hey, fuckhead!? the empress roared, wildly waving her arms at the nearest soldier, who seemed far more interested in the piece of gum he?d just spat out onto the concrete. With a murderous growl, Bra hurled a sphere of ki at the soldier, causing him to shatter like a piece of glass. ?What... what the fuck??

The dam cracked in thousands of places before exploding, leaving the cyan haired warrior floating in a black nothingness. Looking around, Bra decided things could have been worse, and then Kooriza stood before her, lunging for her throat.

Unable to move, the halfling simply stared into the changeling?s fire red eyes as his mighty hand wrapped around her slender throat, completely cutting off her air supply. Flames began to burn out of Kooriza?s eyes, framing his forehead with a halo of crimson fire.

It would be the last thing the girl ever saw.

?What the fuck?!? Bra screamed, at the top of her lungs, shooting up into a sitting position. Cold sweat rolled down her forehead. A nightmare. Just a nightmare.