Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Differences ❯ Unwanted Guest ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter Three


"Stupid bastard," Bra said, growling at a picture containing her and Sean. She couldn't
believe she actually liked him. He seemed like a nice enough guy. And he certainly didn't
seem like the guy that would leave you pregnant and alone when it was his child you
were carrying.


"Asshole," she said as she concentrated her ki, making the picture catch fire and burn.
The smell the melting gelatin and photo paper filled the room, as she dropped it in her
trashcan to smolder. The plastic coating crackled as the image became warped, then
blanketed by black char. Bra spat into the can the walked away as the quite flames died
down.


She went to her window to let in some fresh air when something caught her attention.
Someone flew out of the dusk sky and landed on the steps of Capsule Corp. It was a
male. He was wearing navy blue track pants that said "Keio U" in white letters at the
bottom-right leg. A white 'beater covered his washboard stomach and his well-defined
chest. Bra's eyes then focused on the man's face. He had strong features, and long, but
well trimmed ebony hair. He moaned and rolled her eyes.


"Hey, how you been doing buddy," Trunks said as he wrapped his arms around his best
friend, giving him a hug. Goten shrugged and patted his friend on the back as he walked
into the living room. He sat down on the couch, while Bulma waived at him from the
kitchen. He waived back and turned his attention to Trunks once more.


"I should be asking how you are doing. Still breaking hearts where ever you go," Goten
teased. It was Trunks turn to shrug his shoulders and laugh. He sat down in the armchair
opposite of his friend and lean forward.


"So, how's Keio U? I heard you're going for your Ph.D. now," Trunks said, smiling.
Goten laughed loudly once more and brought his hands together in a single clap.


"I have one more semester to go and I'll be an official expert in Human Psychology," he
boasted. "I actually can't wait until I'm done, but Summer Break couldn't have come any
sooner. It's been a while since I've had a good spar. How have you been holding up?"


Trunks sat back and rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him. "You know my
father…always wanting to train. But lately, I've been trying my luck with my sister. I got
her flying and doing small ki blasts."


Goten nearly fell out of his chair. It couldn't be possible that Lil' Miss Priss was actually
learning techniques. That would require hard work…words that aren't even in her
vocabulary. This had to be some kind of joke. Goten starting laughing, and Trunks
followed suit.


"I know, I know, it's hard to believe," Trunks said, "But it's true. She's actually fairly
easy to train. After all, she is Saiya-jin. Now, actually getting her to FIGHT is something
all together different." The two males laughed as they made their way to the fridge to eat.


Hours later, Bra yawned and looked at her clock. It was one in the morning. She guessed
that Marron wasn't coming after all. She hasn't even called her since yesterday and she
wouldn't answer her phone. Who else could she be hanging out with on a Saturday night?
They were best buds… they did everything together.


Now she wanted nothing to do with her.


Bra rolled over and punched her pillow. She hadn't even been downstairs to eat yet.
There was no reason, the Sloth probably ate everything in sight already. Besides, there
was no need to break up the testosterone-fest. Goten and Trunks were still up. It sounded
like they were watching that annoying American Wrestling crap. Having enough, Bra
kicked off her house slippers and put on her slide-on sandals. Reaching over to her
nightstand, she grabbed some money and stuffed it into her jeans pocket. Bra stood up
and ran her fingers though her hair, then stopped and chuckled to herself. She would be
flying, no need to fix it until she reached her destination. So what she'd be by herself,
she'd still have one hell of a time.


Downstairs, Goten stopped punching Trunks, who he had in a chokehold. He had just felt
a low-level ki burst, which caught his attention. Trunks wriggled out of the grip and
kicked the unsuspecting Saiya-jin on the floor. Goten got up and flashed s quick smile,
but his focus was elsewhere. He tried to follow it, but he was interrupted aging when
Trunks knocked him to the floor and held him in a fake leg hold.


"I have you now," Trunks said is a fake wrestlers voice. He turned his leg and Goten
yelled, but quickly put his hand over his mouth. He growled and yanked his leg from his
friend, who was truly perplexed.


"Hey, what's wrong? Don't feel like fighting," Trunks questioned, still on the floor.
Goten sat down, trying to locate the Ki again.


"I felt an unfamiliar ki flare, didn't you," he said, still scanning. Trunks too began to
concentrate, then he pinpointed exactly what he was referring to.


"Oh, of course it's unfamiliar to you. That's Bra's ki. She's probably off to one of her
adventures again. Her and Marron are always going out when they shouldn't, but that's
teenagers for ya," Trunks said, sitting down on the floor, continuing looking at the idiocy
unfolding on the big screen TV. Goten lowered his brow and sat down on the couch.


"So, you know she sneaks out…and you let her," Goten questioned, a little concerned.
Trunks laughed, still looking at the TV.


"Of course. We did the same thing when we were younger, it's not biggie. She's just
probably out dancing and stuff. What trouble could she possibly get into?"


Goten looked at his friend. He wasn't so sure about what he said. There's plenty of
trouble to get into if you're at the wrong place at the wrong age.


Over at the Kyoto U frat house, the music was blasting and voices boomed from the
inside. Bra landed on the tissue paper and beer bottle covered lawn. Appears the fun
started without her. She quickly jogged to the front door, which was wide open and she
let herself in. Half-naked girls danced suggestively with other girls on table tops while
guys threw money at them. Guys, nearly passed out drunk beer with girls were sitting on
their laps, but some were getting head. Bra walked though the living room passed the
stairs into the kitchen. There had to be more than just beer at this party. These guys
usually had all hard liquor your heart could desire.


Bra opened the fridge door and poked her head inside. Nothing in here except some wine
coolers.


Child's play.


She then moved on to the extra freezer. She opened its top door and bent over to search
deep inside. She ran across some Kulua's and Lima, but there was still more to short
through. Her attention diverted. Someone walked up behind her while he behind was all
in the air and grabbed her, pulling her to his crotch. Bra yelped and quickly scrambled up.
Whoever did that was going to die. She turned around and almost froze.


"I couldn't help it. You're ass is just so inviting," Sean said as he tried to maintain his
balance. He was obviously drunk, she could tell mainly by how his normally beautiful
eyes drooped. Bra folder her arms and rolled her eyes. How dare he even speak to her?


"Well, you better help it because you will never so much as dream about this pussy ever
again…you understand, you little prick," she said, only millimeters away from his face.
He wobbled back and forth a bit, his breath reeking of booze. Bra stepped back and
looked at the poor excuse for a man. He simply laughed and pointed a finger at her,


"You little slut," he said in slow, slurred syllables, "I already had enough. And you trying
to pin your bastard on me. Fuck that bullshit, that baby can be anyone's."


Bra's face turned red with anger as she struck Sean. He flew across the room and landed
near the pots and pans. He tried to get up, but he was too drunk and he passed out. Now
she really needed a drink.


She walked to the back porch and checked out the mini-bar. Sure enough, there was some
good stuff here. It was warm, but it would have to do. She grabbed a glass and opened up
some Remmy Martin and poured in slowly. The sound of liquor hitting glass was
soothing, and it would feel even better when she got it into her system. Finished pouring,
she walked over a couple making out on the stairs and went into the back yard. Just as
she was about to put the glass to her lips, something flew down right in front of her.
Startled, she dropped the glass.


"Look what you made me do! It took me a long time to find that," she said to the
unwanted guest. "And just what are you doing here, Goten. You go to Keio, remember?"


Goten unfolded his arms and grabbed her by her wrist. Bra quickly yanked her hand back
and stepped away from him.


"And just want to you think you're doing? Go back home and mind your own business.
You aren't MY friend, you're my brother's friend, so just leave me be," Bra yelled at
Goten. Extremely pissed, she turned around and started to make her way back into the
frat house, but something grabbing her arm stopped her. And this time, she couldn't get
free.


"Let me go! What's wrong with you," she said, trying to get his grip from around her
skin, but to no avail. Goten shook her a bit, trying to make her stop.


"I saw what just happened in there. What's going on with you? This isn't the Bra I
remember," he said, sounding like her brother. Bra sighed and continued to try to pry his
hands off.


"You haven't seen me in almost four years, Goten. A LOT has changed. I'm not a little
girl anymore, so let me GO," she said as she gained a little leverage and pulled her arms
free, but not without being slightly sore. Goten stepped closer, but Bra started forming a
ki ball in her hand. She wasn't fucking around.


"I heard too, Bra. What's going on? What is this about a baby," he questioned, more
annoyed now than anything. Bra's eyes widened and the ki in her hand slowly faded
away. No one is supposed to know.


"There is no 'baby', just stay out of this. You don't even know me, so don't start butting
into my life and barking orders," she yelled, placing her hands on her hips. She couldn't
believe his nerve. He didn't even come up to her and say hello, but now he wants to act
like her father. College must not be doing anything for him mentally.


"Look, I felt it when you left. Trunks said you often sneak out. He wanted to leave it
alone, but I thought back to the type of stuff we did to girls when we your age…I just
think this isn't the best place to be right now. You don't have to explain anything to me.
You're right, I have no right to know, but please, don't hang around here any longer,"
Goten said. Bra took in his words, then let out a sigh. He wasn't going to let up.


"Goten, I am grown. I am here enjoying a party. I've been doing this for years, I know
what I'm doing," she said to him quietly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to
drink and people to fuck."


Goten's eyes widened at her last comment. Quickly, he flew up behind her and snatched
her off the ground. Before she knew it, she was up in the air, heading back towards
Capsule Corp. She kicked at Goten and threw wild punches, hoping it would make him
drop her, but his grip was firm.


"Let me go. You have no right to do this," she wailed, still trying to get free. Goten only
ignored her as they reached his destination. He placed the angry Bra on her feet as she
continued to punch, but this time, not wildly. She landed two good ones on chest and his
jaw before he started blocking. She was a bit stronger than he thought.


"Calm down, Bra. Or do you REALLY want to exchange blows?" Suddenly, he felt a
sharp pain in his abdomen and gasped in pain, her knee firmly planted. She then upper-
cutted him and shot up into the air. Quickly regaining composed, he darted after her. Bra
was quick and strong, but no match for him. Within seconds, he had caught up with the
angered female Saiya-jin and tackled her to the ground.


"Hey you two, just get into the house before my father notices all the ki flaring going on,
them you'd really be in trouble, Bra," Trunks yelled through the front door. Goten slowly
got off of Bra as she dusted the dirt off of her. This was not over yet. She walked to the
door and Goten followed. Before both entered, she stopped and turned to Goten.


"Now you listen and you listen good. You are a guest in this house. My brother's guest.
You act like a good little boy and stay out of other people's business. If my brother can
do it, so can you. You have no right to even talk to me, so ordering me around it
completely out the question. You stay out of my way," she said quickly, yet firmly.
Before Goten could respond, she flew straight up to her window and flew inside her
room.


"This is going to be a long month," Goten said to himself as he walked inside, shutting
the door behind him.