One Look

ONE LOOK IN YOUR EYES

AND MY HEART MELTS AWAY

YOU DON'T SEEM SURPRISED WHEN I LOOK YOUR WAY

MY MIND DEMISE

WHEN I HEAR YOUR NAME

WHY DON'T YOU STAY

*Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!*

"Ugh. Stupid ass clock!" Bra moaned. She looked at the clock as it read 7:30 am. She didn't want to get up for school, but knew she had to. She had an exam in physics that counted for half her grade.

"Get up!" her mother shouted.

"Alright!" Bra yelled. "You're so damn annoying!" Bra sat up in bed and stretched out. 'I hate school.' she thought to herself. Bra hated the thought of following in her mothers footsteps and joining Capsule Corp. She loved the idea of being free somehow and maybe become a model, even though she was 5'2. She laughed quietly to herself as if someone was in the room, "I can dream can I."

"I don't here any movement up there!" Bulma screamed.

"Oh my God shut up!" Bra huffed as she headed to her own bathroom. Beautiful indeed. Equipped with a tub that doubled as a Jacuzzi, a vanity decorated in pink with gold trimmings. A 50' inch flat screen television that hanged above the room covered with self paintings of her. She loved her luxuries, but felt there was something more for her; a destiny of some sort. Bra gazed in the wide crystal mirror as if she were looking for someone. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She let out a loud sigh and shook her head. "I know there's more to this. Isn't there?" She asked herself aloud. Bra looked away from her reflection and began to brush her teeth, wash her face, and get dressed for school.

She headed downstairs to the kitchen. Bulma cooked eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, French toast, and hash browns. "Mom why do you still cook as if Trunks was still here?" Bra asked confusingly looking at the mountains of food.

"Oh I don't know," Bulma sadly replied, "I guess I just miss him is all."

Bra grabbed a plate and sat quietly at the table. She remembered where the real problem started among Trunks and their mom; it was the day she found out Trunks got Marron pregnant. "How could you! What's wrong with you! Oh my God! Oh my God! Marron of all people! So you think you're a man now slinging dick everywhere! It was bad enough you'd bring your whores to my house, but Marron dammit she's 14." Bulma shouted. "You're 20 years old; a grown ass man! You've gone too far this time! Too far you hear me! You had no business touching that girl!" Bulma was in a fit of screaming tears. Vegeta couldn't stand to look at Trunks right then. He went to his gravity room to exercise his frustration as usual. He wasn't mad so much about Trunks touching an underage girl; however, it was whose daughter he had touched. Trunks just sat there looking at his mother with a blank expression on his face. He was more than likely high off something; however, Bulma couldn't take anymore of his nonchalant attitude. She smacked him right across his face. Trunks looked stunned and rose to his feet off the sofa. "Dammit listen to me! For once in your life, listen to me!" Bulma raged.

"I'm listening to you. Shit!" Trunks screamed. Bulma gasped in disbelief of her son's reaction. "I know what I did, but I don't need you bitching at me about it!" Trunks retorted. He grabbed his jacket and keys to his motorcycle and walked out the door. He slammed it so hard the house shook. Bulma grabbed her chest and fell to the ground in tears, "Trunks, you're breaking my heart."

Bra watched quietly as she sat on the stairs.

The confusion swirling around Trunks was never-ending, but Bra found other forms of entertainment that didn't involve watching her family fight. At 13 she was the hottest and most popular girl in high school. All the guys wanted her and all the girls wanted envied her; however, she was lonely inside. Her father came from outside and grabbed a plate.

"Mom made too much again." Bra explained.

"That's okay," Vegeta claimed, "I'll finish it." Bra smiled at her dad as she finished her food. She kissed Bulma and Vegeta bye and headed for the door. She noticed her moms key's to her beloved Mercedes and took them. She jumped in the car and revved the engine. No one came outside. Her mom was probably caught up in her misery and her dad hidden in his food. She smiled on the outside, but inside she was crying out for her parents.

She sped off to school. As she pulled into the student parking lot, the student body gawked at her. She parked the car and stepped out pretending not to notice them. She displayed the image of a rich and spoiled girl whose parents gave her whatever she wanted; however, deeply she was dying inside. Although popular, Bra didn't have any friends at school beside Marron. Even though her and Marron lived differently, Marron would never be envious of her. They grew up together, told one another everything, and shared the same interests of wanting to free themselves from their parents expectations.

"Bra!" a familiar voice rang.

Bra turned around and searched the crowd. "Oh my God Marron!" Bra squealed as Marron ran up to her and hugged her.

"You're back I've missed you! How's my nephew?"

" He's good. He's growing so fast!" Marron said joyfully. "I'm going to bring him over Wednesday so your mom could watch him. I know she misses him and I have a lot of work to catch up on."

"Yeah she does, dad too. How's my brother?" Bra asked. She hadn't seen him since Trunks Jr. was born.

"He's….Trunks." Marron rolled her eyes playfully.

They both laughed and headed inside the school.

"Wow, you look so good for a girl who just had a baby two months ago." Bra explained looking at her up and down.

"Thanks. Mom has been working me out and between changing diapers and breast-feeding, the weight has just been falling off." Marron seemed so happy when she talked about her son Bra thought. She wanted happiness. She needed, craved, and longed for happiness.

As they walked down the hall they saw a familiar figure walking towards them. "Oh my God, Goten," Marron screamed as she walked up to him, "what are you doing here!" He hugged her and then turned to Bra to hug her.

"Going to school, what else." Goten said seriously.

"Shut up, old ass!" Bra said jokingly. They all burst into laughter.

"Nah I just got a job here as a teacher's aide in the history department," he explained, "and I gotta keep an eye on my girls." He winked at Bra.

She batted her eyelashes romantically like the women in old movies.

"How's my godson Marron?" he asked. "He's good. You need to come see us sometime." Marron said.

"Will do, if your mom ever invites me back to her house." He smiled "Hey let me go, I'll see you guys later." Goten smiled.

"Bye." they both said. They walked in their opposite directions down the hall.

"Oooohhhh I saw that. Someone got the hots for some jailbait." Marron cooed.

"Nuh uh!" Bra blushed.

"Yeah right I saw him wink at you, but who could blame him you're sexy." Marron nudged her.

Bra laughed and turned to look over her shoulder. She noticed Goten staring at her over his. Their eyes met and for that moment it was just the two of them.