The Sister I Never Knew

by Trinityblue

Picture by: Muzai

He watched them from a distance, not wanting his presence known. How long had it been since he was last here? Too long it seemed. He had left this world, this time twice now and had returned a third time, just to be sure that his friends were safe. He watched them, wondering if this was a life he could have lived if the Jinzouningen had not come. It very well might have been. 

He ducked further behind his hiding spot, a tree, as he saw himself, the self that might have been, coming out of the house. His counter part was a bit shorter than he, not by much, and his hair was the same as he, himself used to wear it when he first came but now he had grown it out again. His younger self seemed to be in a hurry though, completely ignoring the small blue haired girl that followed him. 

"Oniichan, Oniichan," she cried as he flew off. Mirai Trunks scrawled at his other self for leaving the five-year-old like that. He came out of his hiding place as he walked up to the girl. She had tripped while trying to catch up with her elder brother and was lying on her stomach on the ground, small tears forming in her eyes. He picked her up carefully and placed her on her feet, dusting her off. The child watched him, not knowing what to do.

"You look like my Oniichan," she finally said. Mirai Trunks could not help but smile at her. 

"And why do you suppose that is?" he asked, kneeling beside her. She merely surged her shoulders. He studied her for a moment, she was an exact replica of his mother, only in miniature. 

"I'm Bra," she introduced herself, extending a hand. "Who are you?"

"Does it matter?" he asked, dwarfing her hand in his own. 

"I guess not. Do you wanna come to the park with me?" she asked as only a child could. 

"Are you sure it's okay with your Okaasan and Otousan?" 

"Of course, besides if anything happened to me Papa would hunt you down and kill you," she grinned. It took everything Trunks had not to laugh at the simple truth in her statement. He stood up and extended a hand to her.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay Bra-chan?" She smiled up at him before running to the side of the house to grab a small blue ball and then ran back to him, taking his hand. Bra was only able to wrap her hand around three of his fingers.

He chased his would-have-been sister around, purposely missing her as she zigzagged through the park. She laughed and giggled at him as he took pointless dives to the ground, 'missing' her yet again. The whole object of this game, which was a cross between keep-away and tag, was to get the blue ball away from each other. Bra ran backwards a few steps as she watched him stand and brush the grass off smiling at her. She turned back around and ran headfirst into a hard object knocking her onto the ground, dropping the ball. The blue haired girl looked up at the object that stopped her and saw a boy, a little older than she, standing in her way with an angry look on his face.

"H… hi," Bra said meekly. The boy looked down at her crossing his arms.

"Give me your ball," he demanded. 

"NO!" she said back, quickly scooping her ball up and hugging it close.

"Oniichan!" the brown haired boy yelled over his shoulder. Another older boy came up behind the first taking the same stance. "She won’t give me the ball," the smaller complained to the new one. Bra hugged her ball tighter, more for comfort than anything else, wishing that she had her brother with her. 

"Excuse me," came a deeply annoyed voice behind her. Bra looked of her shoulder and saw the purple haired man coming up to them. He did not look at her but kept a scowled at the boys, relief washed over her. 

"I don’t believe that is your toy," he continued. Bra quickly ran behind her friend, peeking around his leg as he stood in her father's pose.

"Well, it's going to be, so hand it over," the elder one demanded, extending his hand.

"And what if I don't?" Trunks asked. Without further warning, the second boy lounged at Trunks. He evaded the boy's attacks by moving inches, narrowly evading punches with ease. Trunks caught the boys fist in his hand. The boy's eyes widened with fear and pain as he felt his knuckles being squeezed. The purple haired boy let go of the fist, throwing the other boy back. The older one began to run from them, followed by his equally terrified brother. 

"You okay?" Trunks asked, crouching down to be at an equal high as Bra.

"Uh-huh. That was… pointless," Bra said raising an eyebrow. Trunks began to laugh, nodding his head. He then picked her up and began to walk home.

"Why would they fight over my ball, Murasaki-san?" she inquired holding it out. She had started calling him Murasaki on the account of his hair color. He did not mind it, after all, he did not give her his name.

"They're probably used to getting what they want. Besides, this could be a magic ball," Trunks said smiling at her.

"Not-uh," she giggled, "The only magic balls are the dragonballs!" 

"Dragonballs?" Trunks, already knowing what the dragonballs were, faked his astonishment. "What are those?"

"Mama told me that they're seven magic balls that if you collect them all you can wish for anything you want!" she chirped. 

"Oh yeah, and what would you wish for?"

She thought about this for a moment, "I'd want you to be my Oniichan instead of Trunks."

Mirai Trunks stopped walking, shocked at what he had just heard. "You… can't mean that…"

"But I do! Trunks is so mean to me! He never plays with me like you do and he never takes me anywhere unless Mama and Papa tell him to! He was supposta take me to the park today and he went to see Goten-san instead. He doesn't love me, Murasaki-san."

"Yes he does," Mirai Trunks insisted, appalled by such a notion. 

"No he doesn't," Bra said sulkily. 'Murasaki' placed the blue haired girl on the ground in front of the Capsule Corp. building and knelt down.

"Lesion to me, he does love you and he always will love you no matter how he acts or what mean things he does to you, understand?" 

"If you say so, Murasaki-san," the girl sighed. He smiled sadly at her. 

"Good. Bra-chan, I have to leave now…"

"Nani?! No!" Bra cried and hugged him attempting to make him stay. "Please stay," she whined, small tears forming in her eyes.

"Bra-chan, I can't stay here. I don't belong but I will be with you always, ne?" he encouraged wiping the tears from her round race. She nodded, somehow knowing that he was right. The purple haired man gave her a quick hug, got up and continued to walk. Bra turned to tell him good bye but when she did there was no one there.

Mirai Trunks watched her search for him from above, he always hated to leave this world but he had his own world to look after for he was the last warrior there. He sighed heavily and flew back to the time machine. It was time to return home.

The girl sat on the doorstep of her home hoping that her friend would return. She looked up hearing footsteps and saw him walking down the path to her home. Bra smiled widely but that soon faded when she noticed that it was her brother returning from the Son's. 

"Hey squirt, what's wrong with you?" he asked. Bra shot him an angry look.

"You forgot!"

"I forgot what?"

"To take me to the park! But I found someone lots nicer than you to take me."

"You did what? With who? You know Mama and Papa don't like you to go anywhere alone, especially with people you don't know."

"His name's Murasaki-san and he's my friend. He took me to the park and you didn't," Bra stated.

"Murasaki? I've never heard of him… what does he look like?" 

"Like you only his hair was longer." Trunks raised an eyebrow at her description of her new friend.

"And when will we meet him?"

"Dunno, he had to leave…" Bra said sadly.

"Lesion, I'm sorry that I forgot to take you to the park, but.." a sly smile spread across his face, "what would you say if I took you to get the biggest ice cream cone you ever saw?"

"Ice cream?! Hontou??" Bra asked as she smiled twice as brightly. Trunks nodded his response also smiling. 

"Arigatou, Oniichan!" she said hugging him. "But I'm still not happy that you forgot about me."

Trunks laughed at his younger sister as they flew away to get some ice cream.

The end.