Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Captain Ginyu, the matchmaker ❯ A day in the life of Bra ( Chapter 4 )

A girl was sprawled all over the disorganized bed, a cream-colored leg dangling over the side of the bed. The morning light wasn't strong enough to break her out of her sleeping spell. Her intricate hair masked her face, which was thick enough that you couldn't see through the curtain of blue hair. The pair of eyes was partly opened, the eyelids at most one millimeter apart, which made a part of the brilliant blue pupils visible. As the sun rose and stroke the blue pupils at a perfect angle, innumerable stars could be seen if you looked into her eyes. The girl moaned subconsciously as she woke up with a start. She shuffled in bed and was surprised to wake up to a thick but soft curtain of hair obscuring her view. She still wasn't used to waking up with hair in her face probably because she was Goten. The man who was trapped in this girl's body struggled to get up, but the more he struggled, the more the sheets wrapped around his slender legs. Goten got angry and struggled so hard, his blue hair flew around the place, whipping his face. He accidentally fell of the bed with a loud THUMP and somehow, the sheets formed a cocoon around his entire slender body.

“Ow, Kami-damn it!” Goten said with Bra's voice flowing out of his mouth.

Finally, he managed to get out of the cocoon and stretched his arms like a butterfly that just broke out of its own cocoon. Goten stood upright, pushed back a dozen strands of hair that was still in his view and looked out the window as the sun rose over the east horizon.

After surveying, Goten noticed the drool all over his face. He never had this much drool on his face, even yesterday, he thought. Then he remembered that his braces keep his lips widely parted, where drool could just flow right out of his mouth. Goten went back to his bed…and saw that he accidentally wet his bed! No, that can't be - Goten checked again, pulled the blanket off the bed, and looked. To his dismay, he saw a huge red spot on his bed. His hands slowly went over to it, and he finally touched it. It was still warm and fresh.

“Perfect timing for Bra's period to start acting up.” Goten thought miserably. He decided he would deal with it later. Goten went to the bathroom and saw that his hair was a mess. He looked at the clock - it read six fifteen, two hours before school starts. He could go to bed, but it would be uncomfortable, with the still-fresh period on it. Goten went to the bathroom, feeling a painful cramp, which was the result of having menopause before and after. He got undressed and hopped into the shower. The warm water made him feel sleepy and drowsy again, so he leaned on the shower wall, shut his eyes, and drifted away. The next time he woke up, Vegeta was yelling at him from a few rooms away

“Bra! Get out of that shower and git dressed fast! You're going to be late…oh, you ARE late!”

Goten woke up immediately, just in time to hear what Vegeta said and jumped out of the shower. He slept for two hours - enough to make him seriously late! Goten got dressed quickly and checked if he looked okay. After he fixed any problem he found (which took seven minutes), he raced down the steps and confronted Vegeta. He was steaming mad - he hated it when Bra gets late for school. Without warning, Vegeta lost it and punched Goten on the lips, and then the right cheek. Since the braces cut the walls of Goten's mouth on impact, Goten began to taste Bra's blood. Goten yelled in pain. He cowered in a corner and shrunk there. Vegeta yelled at Goten about being late and the consequences he may get when he gets home.

“Now get to school before you get tardier than ever!” Vegeta spat.

Goten rubbed his lips and got up and flew to school before Vegeta could do anything. He felt refreshed when he took off, and soon forgot his rage towards Vegeta. His soft, long blue hair whipped his face while he flew. In a matter of minutes, he was already over Orange Star high school. Goten was in college, but still attended Orange Star high because it offers college classes along with high school courses. Comically, Goten shared all seven classes with Bra. Recently, Orange Star high reformed itself and reorganized its structure. Now, there are two teachers in each classroom, one for the high school courses and one for the college students.

Goten landed behind the school and was already 35 minutes late! He went in and knocked on the door of his 1st class. The high school teacher (Bra's teacher) answered it. Mr. Washington, Bra's history teacher tsk tsk tsked at Goten as he stood. “Late again, Bra?” Mr. Washington asked. He always gave Bra a bad time in school. Mr. Washington gave Goten and detention, a big, bold, fat, 0 (on Bra's grade) for today, and told Goten to sit down. The zero Mr. Washington gave Bra weighed 5%, which would totally affect her grade.

It was finally lunchtime, and Goten's day was just about to get even worse when he thought it couldn't get any worse than this. He had to deal with thousands of Bra's rivals, now he'd have to deal with her worst rival - Alexandra…AKA Alex. Goten chose a random table in the lunchroom to sit in, the table where Alex and her posse was hanging out - bad idea.

“Sorry, this table isn't for freaks like you.”

Alex pushed Goten off the table, which made him hit his butt.

Bra's rivals began messing around with Goten until he had enough.

“Next time, be careful with who you deal with.” Goten said and he grabbed Alex's milk carton and dumped it her head, where all the ice-cold milk spilled down her hair, and onto her outfit. After the wave of milk washed upon Alex, her clothes began to smell rancid - like rotten milk.

“Oh…my…Kami! Look what Bra did to me!” Alex squealed at her posse and ran off.

Bra, seeing the entire incident, went up to Goten and laughed about what Goten just did. Bra told Goten that Alex was her top rival, and hates her guts. Somehow, that reminded Bra that Goten had to go to her cheerleading practice. When Bra told Goten, he started to overreact like the world was going to end. He didn't want to act like a prep in some kind of frilly uniform which makes everyone on the cheerleading squad look like robots. This added to another piece of anxiety to Goten's ruined life…and he didn't even know Bra's cheerleading moves!

“No way, I am not going to do that stuff. Nothing you'll do will get me to do it.” Goten said stubbornly. Despite Goten's resistance, Bra kept persuading like the persistent brat she is, and Goten had to give up before he loses even more lunch time. Bra offered to teach Goten how to break a move on the complicated dance floor of acrobatics. Goten had to accept, knowing that Bra would beat the crap out of him if he made her look bad in the cheerleading practice. Bra, giving Goten no other choice, led him to an empty classroom to teach him. Whilst walking down the halls, Goten looked out the window, and saw a vague image of a man watering the roses, his back facing Goten. Seeing the water that was rushing out of the hose, Goten felt the strong urge to relieve himself…and he did drink a gallon of water just before classes started. Goten excused himself and went to the bathroom fast. He was running blindly while thinking of nothing but evacuating his bladder. To his bad luck, he passed two people that were talking about…what else? Waterfalls and geysers!

“I like the one in Canada, you know, Niagara Falls? Water just keeps flowing out like there's an eternal storage of water somewhere.”

“Yeah, well I like Old Faithful better because the contents under pressure will gush out of the opening every 80 or 90 minutes. And when it does, it makes a wonderful show of water and steam!”

Goten's urge to relieve himself grew each second the two kept talking about water…especially when it gushes out of an opening. His eyes bulged and picked up the pace…running blindly. It was his mistake to run blindly because he accidentally ran into the men's room. That just made his day…he was obviously a man trapped in a girl's body. But to people, their privacy is clearly more important than the person who is inside the body…especially when they're doing something VERY private.

“What are YOU doing in the boy's bathroom BRA?!”

“GET OUT OF HERE! YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE THIS!”

“AAAAAUGHHH! FEEEEMALE!!!”

Goten was staring at everyone in horror as he knew where he was…the men's bathroom. As everyone in the bathroom began acting like a bunch of animals at the zoo during feeding time, Bra shook her head, seeing which bathroom Goten went in. To add to Goten's ever-growing list of problems in his now-problematic life, the High School Principal of the school, Mr. Wright, was walking down the hall when he heard the loud altercation at its peak in the bathroom. He rushed in, knocked the door down, and saw a huge brawl in the bathroom involving toilet papers, water, and other resources found in the bathroom. Mr. Wright saw a wet, toilet paper-encrusted Goten in the bathroom while every single wild male was telling him to get out of the men's bathroom.

“HEY BUDS, YOU BETTER STOP IT BEFORE I GET YOU ALL SUSPENDED!”

When the altercation ceased, Mr. Wright began his loud reprimand about throwing toilet papers, splashing water, and flushing people's heads in the toilets. He had a booming voice, especially if he tried to keep his voice down. When Mr. Wright gets mad, his booming voice turns into some kind of sonic boom that rocks the entire school, so people five stories above him could hear him. After his threatening reprimand, he dismissed everyone from the bathroom, shouting after them that he'll be shutting down every boy's bathroom in the school for four weeks because males definitely don't know how to behave while relieving themselves.

“Bra, you stay here.” Mr. Wright said when Goten was sneaking out.

Mr. Wright interrogated Goten about how he got in the men's bathroom in the first place, forcing Goten to tell the entire embarrassing story. After the “intriguing” story, Mr. Wright asked what the animals did to him.

Well,” Goten started “they started to yell at me, then one boy threw a toilet paper at another, then that boy flushed the boy's head, you know, the one who threw the toilet paper at him, down the toilet…and then a huge fight broke out. But most of the attention was still at me. So, I was splashed with water, they flushed my head down the toilet, and they tried to mummify me with a thousand rolls of toilet paper.”

By the time Goten finished, his urge for relief was great; he might as well release all the contents under pressure here right now. His right eye twitched and its lid shut it to a narrow slit while the left eye was bulging, which made Goten contort his face in a weird expression. Mr. Wright gave Goten a towel and told him to relieve himself in the CORRECT bathroom this time. Goten rushed into the girl's bathroom…but to his dismay, all the stalls were occupied. Goten jumped up and down nervously, waiting for one stall to open. Alex opened the door and looked at Goten. Her eyes widened and she held her breath…she was about to laugh her head off. Goten took a look at Alex and saw that her outfit and hair was still ruined by the milk he poured on her a while ago.

“What the hell happened to you?” Alex asked.

“Well, at least I know how to drink my milk…you don't!” Goten retorted, then pushed Alex out of the way, entered the stall, and shut the door behind him with a bang. Goten sat on the toilet and let it all out…a relieving feeling, a feeling like no other can come close - especially when you've held everything in for a long time.

* * *

Bra immediately began teaching an unenthusiastic Goten the ways of cheerleading. By the time lunch was over, Goten was already in an exasperated mood. Together, Goten and Bra walked to their next class and took their seats. Goten's head began to feel crammed with all the cheerleader stuff in his mind. A boy behind him kept throwing spitballs at him, which stuck to Goten's hair. Now that Goten is extremely obsessed and protective of his hair now, he tried to get the spitballs out, but to no avail. Goten turned around and saw Garfield Reed, a nerd who Bra totally despised. Goten crammed two oversized sheets of paper into his mouth and he chewed it for five minutes, trying to get it as juicy as it can be. While Goten was chewing, the boy in front of him dropped his pencil - or pretended to. Jon, being the pervert he is, bent down and got his pencil, all the while looking up Goten's skirt. Goten saw him and sent a swift kick to the peering Jon, who was wide-eyed as he was feeding his perverted appetite. Jon's head was kicked hard and the momentum caused it to hit the leg of the desk. It made the desk leg crack and Jon's skull made a loud BANG on contact. Luckily, the teacher wasn't in the classroom to see what Goten did. As for the spitball dude, Goten was still chewing on the gob of paper in his mouth. Finally, the time was right…he got ready to take the gob of paper out. With perfect timing, the teacher walked right inside, just in time for Goten to stop what he was about to do.

“Bra really has to take care of problematic people.” Goten thought.

Finally, when the teacher took his eyes off the class in onto an ancient newspaper he bought twenty years ago, Goten took the opportunity. It will take a only ten seconds for the teacher to notice that the newspaper he was reading has a different date than the date it should be today, so he had to act quick. Goten spat the sticky gob of goo that was supposed to be paper onto his hands and balled it up. He looked at the teacher, who was slowly lowering his newspaper down. Goten swung around, just in time for another spitball to hit his face. Garfield snickered, but Goten threw his huge spitball at Garfield, which was caught off guard. His face was instantaneously covered in glop which wiped the smirk right off his face His eyes was covered with paper-spit and it made a sickening splat on contact. Goten swung around before the teacher caught him…but Garfield let out a surprised groan that got the teacher's, Mr. Rice, attention. Mr. Rice got up and the class snickered at Garfield's spitball-encrusted face.

“Bra, why did you hit Garfield with a disgusting spitball?” Mr. Rice asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

“I didn't do it, Garfield is so obsessed with spitballs that he throws them at people and reserves the large ones for himself so he can dig his dirty face into a pile of them, which explains why his face is covered in all that crud.”

The class almost began to laugh, but they held their breath for Mr. Rice's verdict.

“Okay,” Mr. Rice, being the retard he is, bought the story “Garfield, stop digging your face into your own pile of spitballs. In fact, you should stop making them before I give you a detention.”

Everyone laughed, including Mr. Rice, at Goten's story and Mr. Rice's verdict. Even though Goten should've been the one given a detention, he got off the hook and Garfield got in trouble. “It's what you should deserve!” Goten thought.

Finally, school was over. Goten went to cheerleading practice and Bra watched him from an empty bleacher. To alleviate Bra's worries, Goten did every cheerleading move correctly. After practice, Goten was tired and felt like he was tortured like heck. He saw Bra standing on the bleachers and went up to her. Bra recapped what Goten told Mr. Rice about Garfield while they were walking away from the school, and they laughed about it.

“He even bought the story!”

“What a day. You know, you are less annoying than my brother…I wish you could replace Trunks as my bro, Goten.”

“Yeah.” Goten blushed. But in his mind, it was a total opposite - “Heck no.” Goten thought. Then Bra challenged Goten to a race to Capsule Corp. Goten couldn't catch up since he was in a skirt, and since he was Bra, who has never trained once in her life.

“You'll never catch me!” Bra challenged. She beat Goten in a landslide and Goten was out of breath by the time he got to the finish line. Bra bragged about her victory in Goten's face with bad sportsmanship.

“Well, what do you expect? Obviously you've never trained in your life.” Goten panted. He collapsed onto the grass. Bra wasn't even out of breath yet, it felt like she could run a thousand laps around the world without fatigue. Goten got up, his face glistening with sweat. He told Bra that they still need to find the Dragon Balls.

“Don't worry - we'll retrieve them over the weekend.” Bra assured.

* * *

Next day, Goten and Bra walked down the hall talking about their plan to retrieve the Dragon Balls and the troubles they might face. Alex, the girl Goten poured milk on yesterday heard Goten talking down the hall.

“Ugh, I can hear Bra's annoying voice. Do you have `Operation: Total Meltdown' set up?” Alex asked her gang. Alex's gang painted a red “X” on the floor and put a 50 zenie bill on the red X. While the gang was painting, Alex dug a remote control out of her book bag. She held it in her hands firmly, ready to push a huge button that would “ruin Bra's outfit for today.”

As Goten got a few yards close the red X, Alex and her gang hid in an empty classroom just next to the X, and peered through the small rectangular window on the door. Goten saw the 50 zenies on the floor, and Bra's instincts took over instantaneously. Goten squealed and swiped it clear off the floor in a snap, thinking about shopping after school with the 50 zenies he recently acquired while Bra was just shaking her head in shame. “Do I actually act like that?” Bra thought. Goten didn't even notice he was standing right on the red X. Alex slammed her hand onto the red button on the remote control, in the process, pushing a few other buttons along with it. This triggered a bucket full of gravy above the red X to pour its contents onto the squealing Goten.

Before he knew it, ice-cold, sticky, rancid, cloth-staining gravy tumbled down on Goten, which ruined his hair and outfit. The gravy stuck to his hair and outfit, and the stains will take weeks to remove. With Bra's instincts still in control, Goten screamed a high-pitched wail of terror.

“My outfit is RUINED!”

Bra, with Goten's attitude in control, said “Come on, you have like, 50 of the same thing in your wardrobe!” and Bra rolled her black eyes.

Alex literally hopped out of the classroom and laughed until her head was decapitated.

“Now it is time you learned your place, Bra!” Alex declared. She then skipped happily to Goten's first class, which was also her first class.

Goten shot a disgusted look in Alex's direction, and then looked at the clock. People passing by laughed and pointed at a gravy-encrusted Goten. The clock read a quarter `till eight, 15 minutes before the bell rings. Goten told Bra that he's going home to change and bounded out of the school and took flight. Goten changed in under five minutes (into the same red outfit Bra always wears) and raced back to the school just two minutes early. While he was flying, it him like a brick wall - Bra's life is very complicated - more complicated than he thought it was before they swapped bodies. Goten made his way to the classroom, just when the bell rang - perfect timing.

“You're late again, Bra. Another detention for you.” Mr. Washington said in a bored voice.

Goten retaliated “But the bell just rang when I walked in!”

“No it didn't, it BEGAN to ring a few nanoseconds before you rudely came bounding in, which makes you late!”

Goten was about to lose control, but Mr. Washington sliced through.

“Do you want me to give you a referral and a suspension? I suggest you -“

Just then, a car skidded on the pavement outside, then made a loud series of CRASHES and Mr. Washington's face went from bored to a state of ecstasy in just a matter of a few split-seconds. Mr. Washington is a big car-crash fan. He got crazy and hopped all over the place, asking the class where the heck his shoes in at a voice level so loud, he could shatter the glass in this school. Mrs. F, the college teacher in the classroom, and also Goten's teacher, looked at Mr. Washington like he was a madman. Soon, Mr. Washington found out that his shoes were on his feet, so he bounded out the classroom to see the car crash. A few minutes later, police were leading him back to his classroom, saying there's nothing there for him to see. Mr. Washington came into the classroom with a happy face on.

“Nine cars slammed from bumper to bumper, making a neat line of totally devastated cars! It was AWSOME; you should've seen it, Mrs. F!” Mr. Washington said in an extremely fast rate. Then, he noticed Goten was still standing up in the front of the class. Mr. Washington told him to sit down, letting him off the case. While Goten was walking to his seat, he thanked the nine crazy people for slamming into each other, which let him off the hook. Goten got to his seat and when he sat down, he felt ice-cold water seep into his skirt. Water was spilled on his seat! Goten yelped and jumped out of his seat, water dripping down from his behind. It was an unexpected shock to him to find ice-cold water seep into skirt. He heard Alex giggle somewhere, who obviously set up this seemingly-cruel prank. Bra stared at Goten as if she was asking “what's wrong?” Mr. Washington looked up from his desk (he was calling role) and saw Goten shivering like crazy while standing. Mr. Washington's temper grew at an extreme rate and told Goten to sit down, this time, with ominous anger.

Goten was about to tell Mr. Washington his problem, but Mr. Washington cut through his sentence. “When a problem comes along, you must ZIP it, ZIP it real good!”

Goten, having no choice, sat back down while the class was laughing and pointing rudely at him and let Alex's prank get to him. He heard Alex giggle right behind him (Alex, unfortunately, sits right behind him).