Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Dreamed ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 14

Bra Brief walked into the kitchen to find her father eating his breakfast. Her mother was staring at the paper. Neither of her parents noticed her entrance. "Hello! I am home." She dropped her bags on the floor with a thud. She held her arms out.

Bulma looked up and cried out. She ran to hug Bra in a warm embrace. "Bra, baby I thought you were in Europe."

"I was, but then the Mediterranean seemed kind of boring when I got word of the latest gossip in Satan City. Where is that brother of mine?" Bra looked over at her father who was still eating "Hi Daddy." Vegeta waved at her, but kept his eyes on his plate. It seemed he was afraid it would disappear if he lost his concentration on it.

"He never came home. I called Gohan, but he hasn't seen Pan or Trunks. I am beginning to worry." Bulma's shoulders dropped. Vegeta's head snapped up. Looking from side to side he spotted her keys on the table and inched toward them, slowly.

"What ever possessed him to take on that guy, uh, Sargeryo anyway?" Bra let go of her mother. She walked over to a kitchen chair and sat down crossing her legs as she leaned back.

Bulma turned to her daughter with an annoyed look "Devero. His name is Mark Devero. You had better be nice to him, Bra. He is going through a lot right now, poor boy."

"Be nice to Devero? Haahahahahaha." Bra squeezed her eyes shut as she laughed. "That is a good one mom. I will never have to set eyes on the son of a bitch. Trunks probably killed him in the fight."

"Actually, He has two broken ribs and a mild concussion." Vegeta answered. "But then if you go upstairs you will see that for yourself."

Bra fell over in the chair "eewwwf" She stood up. Her blue hair in her face and tried to wipe it off. "You mean that creep that tried to take over my grandfather's company is in this house! WHY?"

Bulma sat down and took a long fortifying drink of her coffee "He didn't try to take over. He has invested in Capsule. The company is doing better then it ever had thanks to him. The man is a business genius. His exploits in management and social affairs are practically legendary. Since he took over at Global the company's worth has doubled. It is now on the forefront of industrial design. Did I fail to mention it has only been seven years since he made his debut to the public as the President of Global Inc?"

"He is to injured to fly. The doctor believes he should remain here for a week so he will be staying." Vegeta added rather bluntly.

Bra walked to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle "Did anyone think to give him a senzu bean?"

Bulma opened and closed her mouth. She had completely forgotten about those. Vegeta resisted the urge to bang his head off the table. "I thought about it, but I didn't want to use them up. I might need them... uh…. sometime."

Bra popped open the bottle and dumped one into her hand. "I am going to go take care of our guest once and for all." With that she stormed down the hall to the main guest room.

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Devero groaned as he tried to sit up. This was torture. He had never had broken ribs before. The concussion was nothing new to him. He had fallen off his pony in a polo match once and been trampled by some of the other players. He had thought that hurt. Now he was learning what pain was.

The door was thrown open and a beautiful girl stepped in. She looked amazingly like a very young Bulma Brief. She was dressed in faded jeans and a tight black shirt cut to the midriff. "So your Devero. Get up, I have your breakfast." She held up a little white seed.

"If that is breakfast around here, I am in trouble." Mark smiled at her "You must be the infamous Bra. Your mother told me about..."

"Shut up and eat the stupid thing" Bra took his hand and folded the senzu bean in it.

Mark looked at it then to Bra with confusion "What is it?" Bra glared at him and crossed her arms like her father. Shrugging he put the bean in his mouth and prepared to swallow,

"You have to chew it," Bra burst out and Devero started to choke. He finally chewed the blasted thing and swallowed.

"That was pretty tasteless if you ask me. You need to learn how to make a western omelet or pancakes or... WHAT THE??" Devero took a deep breath. The pain was gone. "What was that thing? Never mind!" he jumped from the bed in his white sweat pants and grabbed Bra's face between his hands "You are the blue haired angel of mercy! Thank you!" With that he gave her a quick kiss full on the lips. It was over just a quickly. Devero let go and looked down at his chest in wonder.

Bra stood eyes wide. Her hand lifted to lips. Slowly her eyes narrowed on Devero. He was not even paying attention to her anymore. His hands were roving over his bandaged chest in awe. She pulled back and let her fist fly right into the side of his head. Devero was knocked backward on the bed. Looking up as Bra reached over and grabbed his chest bindings. She put her knee on the bed as she leaned in to consume his vision. "Don't you ever do that again." She hissed at him then let him fall back on the bed. "Worthless Bastard." She muttered as she walked out of the room and slammed the door.

Bulma stood out side with the breakfast tray in her hands "How did it go?"

Bra spared only a brief glance at her mother "You had better get him another senzu bean. I think he may need it."

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Trunks watched as Pan dunked her tea bag in the boiling water. She looked all soft pink and glowing from her shower. There was a towel wrapped around her head to keep her soaked hair out of her way. "I never realized what a good job my maid does. The kitchen is fully stocked with everything we needed."

"I will be forever indebted to her." Pan cut into her cinnamon apple sticky bun. They sat in silent for a moment. Pan opened her mouth to speak. "No." Trunks answered without looking at her

"You don't even know what I was going to ask." Pan gasp.

Trunks looked up at her "Yes, I do and No."

Pan charged in "You can't control me, Trunks. I will go see Mark sometime."

Trunks dropped the butter knife and placed his hands on the table as if he was dealing with a child "You are right. I can't stop you. But I am the one with the car. You will not be leaving here until I say so."

Pan looked at him "You say so. Of all the nerve." She stood up and walked to the other side of the room then turned on him. 'I will be going where ever, when ever, to see who ever I want."

"Try it." Trunks held up the keys and dangled them off his finger.

"Is that a dare?" Pan asked, "You really think you can stop me. From way over there."

"Pan. You know as well as I do, that even on your best day I am way faster then you are." Trunks set the keys down on the table. "There is no way you are getting my keys."

"I can see where I would need them." Pan pointed at Trunks. "That would be if Grandpa hadn't taught me this little trick." She in one fluid motion she placed two fingers to her forehead.

Trunks jumped up realizing to late. He was indeed to far away to stop her. In a blink she vanished from sight. "NOOOO! How come nobody told me she could do the instant transmission! This is just so wrong." Trunks scooped up the keys and headed out the door. He had to find Devero if he was ever going to catch up with her. "As soon as I get a hold of her, I am going to duct tape her wrists behind her back." Trunks promised him self.

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