Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Differences ❯ Positive ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Sosoru-san 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.28.2001 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
I'm a little disappointed at the lack of reviews, but I'll live. Keep in mind this is very A/U
and there's a lot of OOC going on, so if I get a review, it better not be a flame about that.
Also, there's going to be some controversial talk going on in this chapter, but I'm not
going to say what exactly. Just be warned so there are no flames about that either.
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Chapter Two
Bra sat on her bed as Marron read the directions on the small purple box she had in her
hand. Both were nervous wrecks…this totally could not be happening. But the test would
reveal all.
Marron sighed and handed the box to Bra.
"Two lines means 'Positive', even if the second line is very faint," Marron said to her
friend remorsefully. Bra lowered her head, tears straining to hold themselves back. The
purple box got the worst of it, creaking as she squeezed it beyond recognition. She
wanted to cry so badly, but she couldn't she just couldn't. What was she to do? How was
she to react? What was to become of her? She just didn't know. She though she would
never have to worry about this ever again. Where did she go wrong?
"You wanna go to the women's clinic and get a blood test done? I mean…the test might
be wrong," Marron said, trying to console her friend. She knew it was hopeless though.
This was the fifth 'Positive' result she'd gotten today.
With a deep sigh, Bra shook her head and looked at her friend, her eyes bloodshot and
watery. She tried to think of words to say, and she almost said them…but nothing came
out. She just felt so empty and alone. Sensing her friends discontent, Marrow put her
arms around Bra, finally allowing her to cry.
"What am I going to do," Bra wailed through her tears in pure anguish. She sobbed
louder and unconsciously dug her fingers into Marron. Normally, she would have yelled
at her, but this time she figured it best she just bear the pain for a while. She stroked her
hair as her cried lessened to infrequent sobs. Before long, Bra sat up, wiping her tear
stained cheeks with the palm of her hands.
"I can't have this baby, Marron," Bra said flatly as she sat up from the bed and went to
her little black book. She went through the numbers, found what she was looking for and
dialed the number. Marron stood up and put her hand on her hips.
"What do you mean you can't? You said after the first time you would never do it again,
Bra," she screamed at her friend angrily. Bra just rolled her eyes and turned her back to
her as someone on the other end answered the phone.
"Juuban Medical Center. How may I help you," the soft female voice said on the other
end. Bra sighed and swallowed hard, preparing for what she was about to say.
"Yes, this is Bra Bri… Bringinton. I would like to schedule an abortion for one week
from today," she managed to say. Her heart was pounding. For some reason, she was
scared.
"Alright. You should know, Ms. Bringinton that the farther along you are, the more the
procedure will cost. Also, you must go through a counseling session to make sure you are
aware of all your options," the woman said. Bra didn't care though, she heard it all
before.
"Well, I know all my options. I just don't want this child. Is there anything else I should
know," Bra questioned, more agitated and interested in what the woman had to say.
"Yes, the cost of the ultrasound is included with your procedure, and you have a choice
of having the ultrasound before or on the day of your procedure. But, the counseling is
not optional. How far along do you think you are, Ms. Bringinton," the lady questioned
as she began typing down something. Bra rolled her eyes again as she tried to figure out
according to the weeks that passed.
"Maybe five," Bra answered, sounding a little uncertain. "See, I was on the pill, and my
period is a week late. So, that's why I figure five weeks."
The lady typed more stuff down and replied, "Well, now you have two options. A non-
surgical method, or the standard surgical method. Why don't you come down today so we
can go into detail, Mr. Bringinton?"
Bra thought about her offer, but shook her head. "No, not today. I'll give you a call to see
when. My schedule is set, right?"
The lady typed even more stuff into the computer, then adjusted her microphone to her
ear. "Yes, it is. Next Friday and 9:00am. Have a nice day."
Bra hung up the phone and let out a big sigh. She should have scheduled it sooner. The
quicker it was over with, the better. But, she had to figure a way to get the money without
seeming suspicious. Bra placed her hand to her head and thought. Suddenly, she
remember Marron, who was still in the room…and quite upset. She turned around to see
tears roll down her pale face. Curious, she walked over to her and placed her hand on her
shoulder.
"Gee, why are you crying? You're not the one who's pregnant," Bra said, almost
jokingly. Marron moved so the Bra's hand fell off and walked past her. She couldn't be
around her right now.
"Hey, what's eating you," Bra asked as her friend opened her bedroom door. Marron
turned around and looked at Bra with surprisingly hurt eyes. Bra cocked her brow and
approached her friend again. This time, Marron stepped back and motioned for her to
keep her distance.
"I was there for you the first time because I felt it was my fault. I went along with it
because I knew you were too young, even though I didn't like it, but you promised you
would never do it again. And now…you don't even give it a second thought! It's like
automatic for you," Marron yelled at her friend. Her chest heaved up and down as more
salty tears seared her heart shaped face. Bra lowered her eyes, remembering the past
events.
She was fifteen. Marron had just introduced her to the joys of sex…without protection of
course. Before long, Bra became pregnant. Fearful for her life, she decided not to keep
the baby. Marron had always been against abortion, but felt she had to be there for her.
She even paid for it. After that, Bra got on the Pill and vowed that she would never have
an abortion again.
But that was because the thought she'd never get pregnant again.
"Look, I'm eighteen. What am I going to do with a child right now," Bra questioned,
trying to defend herself.
"You're supposed to love it at all costs, Bra! That's what mothers do," Marron tried to
reason. "And what about the father? Don't you think he should know what's going on?"
Bra folded her arms and glared her eyes at her friend. "Because of you I don't know. You
know someone laced our weed at the frat house. Remember? The same night I was with
Sean? Kami-knows-what they did to us."
Marron laughed with anger and disbelief. How could she possibly blame this on her?
"And what about Sean? Doesn't he deserve to know he might be a father?"
Bra's expression cracked when she mentioned that name. Slowly, she lowered her head
and cracked a fake smile.
"He doesn't want anything to do with me," she said quietly. "I told him the other day I
might be pregnant. He said it couldn't be his and if it was he didn't care. Then he hung
up."
Marron instantly felt bad. She knew how much she liked Sean. Even though the sex left
something to be desired, she still was beginning to care for him. But, none of that
mattered anymore. He was obviously your typical male.
"Well, I still don't think you should do it," Marron said firmly, but with less conviction
than before.
"Hey, I can decide for myself, alright! I was fine after the first time and I'll be fine this
time around. There's nothing to it. You lay down, the give you a shot and after five
minutes…you're not pregnant anymore," Bra said, sitting back down on her bed, tossing
the remains of the pregnancy test box on the floor.
"You still shouldn't do it," Marron said as her rebuttal. Bra just stomped her foot and
growled angrily.
"And who are you to tell me what I should or should not do? This is my life, Marron, not
yours. I have to make choices that are best for me, NOT for you," she said as she folded
her arms and faced the opposite direction.
Feeling defeated, Marron turned around and walked out of the room. Even still, she felt
like this was all her fault. She never should have exposed her to all of this. There was no
point of arguing with her any longer. It wouldn't make any difference.
and there's a lot of OOC going on, so if I get a review, it better not be a flame about that.
Also, there's going to be some controversial talk going on in this chapter, but I'm not
going to say what exactly. Just be warned so there are no flames about that either.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Two
Bra sat on her bed as Marron read the directions on the small purple box she had in her
hand. Both were nervous wrecks…this totally could not be happening. But the test would
reveal all.
Marron sighed and handed the box to Bra.
"Two lines means 'Positive', even if the second line is very faint," Marron said to her
friend remorsefully. Bra lowered her head, tears straining to hold themselves back. The
purple box got the worst of it, creaking as she squeezed it beyond recognition. She
wanted to cry so badly, but she couldn't she just couldn't. What was she to do? How was
she to react? What was to become of her? She just didn't know. She though she would
never have to worry about this ever again. Where did she go wrong?
"You wanna go to the women's clinic and get a blood test done? I mean…the test might
be wrong," Marron said, trying to console her friend. She knew it was hopeless though.
This was the fifth 'Positive' result she'd gotten today.
With a deep sigh, Bra shook her head and looked at her friend, her eyes bloodshot and
watery. She tried to think of words to say, and she almost said them…but nothing came
out. She just felt so empty and alone. Sensing her friends discontent, Marrow put her
arms around Bra, finally allowing her to cry.
"What am I going to do," Bra wailed through her tears in pure anguish. She sobbed
louder and unconsciously dug her fingers into Marron. Normally, she would have yelled
at her, but this time she figured it best she just bear the pain for a while. She stroked her
hair as her cried lessened to infrequent sobs. Before long, Bra sat up, wiping her tear
stained cheeks with the palm of her hands.
"I can't have this baby, Marron," Bra said flatly as she sat up from the bed and went to
her little black book. She went through the numbers, found what she was looking for and
dialed the number. Marron stood up and put her hand on her hips.
"What do you mean you can't? You said after the first time you would never do it again,
Bra," she screamed at her friend angrily. Bra just rolled her eyes and turned her back to
her as someone on the other end answered the phone.
"Juuban Medical Center. How may I help you," the soft female voice said on the other
end. Bra sighed and swallowed hard, preparing for what she was about to say.
"Yes, this is Bra Bri… Bringinton. I would like to schedule an abortion for one week
from today," she managed to say. Her heart was pounding. For some reason, she was
scared.
"Alright. You should know, Ms. Bringinton that the farther along you are, the more the
procedure will cost. Also, you must go through a counseling session to make sure you are
aware of all your options," the woman said. Bra didn't care though, she heard it all
before.
"Well, I know all my options. I just don't want this child. Is there anything else I should
know," Bra questioned, more agitated and interested in what the woman had to say.
"Yes, the cost of the ultrasound is included with your procedure, and you have a choice
of having the ultrasound before or on the day of your procedure. But, the counseling is
not optional. How far along do you think you are, Ms. Bringinton," the lady questioned
as she began typing down something. Bra rolled her eyes again as she tried to figure out
according to the weeks that passed.
"Maybe five," Bra answered, sounding a little uncertain. "See, I was on the pill, and my
period is a week late. So, that's why I figure five weeks."
The lady typed more stuff down and replied, "Well, now you have two options. A non-
surgical method, or the standard surgical method. Why don't you come down today so we
can go into detail, Mr. Bringinton?"
Bra thought about her offer, but shook her head. "No, not today. I'll give you a call to see
when. My schedule is set, right?"
The lady typed even more stuff into the computer, then adjusted her microphone to her
ear. "Yes, it is. Next Friday and 9:00am. Have a nice day."
Bra hung up the phone and let out a big sigh. She should have scheduled it sooner. The
quicker it was over with, the better. But, she had to figure a way to get the money without
seeming suspicious. Bra placed her hand to her head and thought. Suddenly, she
remember Marron, who was still in the room…and quite upset. She turned around to see
tears roll down her pale face. Curious, she walked over to her and placed her hand on her
shoulder.
"Gee, why are you crying? You're not the one who's pregnant," Bra said, almost
jokingly. Marron moved so the Bra's hand fell off and walked past her. She couldn't be
around her right now.
"Hey, what's eating you," Bra asked as her friend opened her bedroom door. Marron
turned around and looked at Bra with surprisingly hurt eyes. Bra cocked her brow and
approached her friend again. This time, Marron stepped back and motioned for her to
keep her distance.
"I was there for you the first time because I felt it was my fault. I went along with it
because I knew you were too young, even though I didn't like it, but you promised you
would never do it again. And now…you don't even give it a second thought! It's like
automatic for you," Marron yelled at her friend. Her chest heaved up and down as more
salty tears seared her heart shaped face. Bra lowered her eyes, remembering the past
events.
She was fifteen. Marron had just introduced her to the joys of sex…without protection of
course. Before long, Bra became pregnant. Fearful for her life, she decided not to keep
the baby. Marron had always been against abortion, but felt she had to be there for her.
She even paid for it. After that, Bra got on the Pill and vowed that she would never have
an abortion again.
But that was because the thought she'd never get pregnant again.
"Look, I'm eighteen. What am I going to do with a child right now," Bra questioned,
trying to defend herself.
"You're supposed to love it at all costs, Bra! That's what mothers do," Marron tried to
reason. "And what about the father? Don't you think he should know what's going on?"
Bra folded her arms and glared her eyes at her friend. "Because of you I don't know. You
know someone laced our weed at the frat house. Remember? The same night I was with
Sean? Kami-knows-what they did to us."
Marron laughed with anger and disbelief. How could she possibly blame this on her?
"And what about Sean? Doesn't he deserve to know he might be a father?"
Bra's expression cracked when she mentioned that name. Slowly, she lowered her head
and cracked a fake smile.
"He doesn't want anything to do with me," she said quietly. "I told him the other day I
might be pregnant. He said it couldn't be his and if it was he didn't care. Then he hung
up."
Marron instantly felt bad. She knew how much she liked Sean. Even though the sex left
something to be desired, she still was beginning to care for him. But, none of that
mattered anymore. He was obviously your typical male.
"Well, I still don't think you should do it," Marron said firmly, but with less conviction
than before.
"Hey, I can decide for myself, alright! I was fine after the first time and I'll be fine this
time around. There's nothing to it. You lay down, the give you a shot and after five
minutes…you're not pregnant anymore," Bra said, sitting back down on her bed, tossing
the remains of the pregnancy test box on the floor.
"You still shouldn't do it," Marron said as her rebuttal. Bra just stomped her foot and
growled angrily.
"And who are you to tell me what I should or should not do? This is my life, Marron, not
yours. I have to make choices that are best for me, NOT for you," she said as she folded
her arms and faced the opposite direction.
Feeling defeated, Marron turned around and walked out of the room. Even still, she felt
like this was all her fault. She never should have exposed her to all of this. There was no
point of arguing with her any longer. It wouldn't make any difference.