"'Kay, we are gathered here today under the cover of night-fall to discuss one thing," my blonde friend Marron lowly whispered. I along with our friend Pan were sleeping over at her place, we cautiously leaned in as if we didn't already know what Marron was about to say "… our love life.
"But we all have big problems. Please as your codename is said, state your family-related problem," Marron continued and Pan and I nodded seriously.
"Beauty Queen"
I took a deep breath before looking at them seriously.
"Any boy who comes anywhere near me and my house gets the worst glare my father could muster, which in itself is something," the others nodded I continued, "then my mom comes out with the frying pan and if the poor boy is still there for dinner then you know how my family eats," again they nodded sympathetically and gestured me to go on "and the total of two boys that stayed even after THAT get asked to go outside and have a little "talk" with my older brother and then mysteriously move to a new country with all of their files erased, and there whole extended family goes with them."
Marron nodded satisfied, "next, Not-A-Baby".
Pan took a few minutes to gather her thoughts before clenching her fist and speaking.
"If a boy can except that I'm a little bit stronger, and faster, and… more bullet-proof then the average girl, then they have to deal with my father's eating habits and how over-protective he is. So far not one boy has made it past dinner." Pan said slightly melancholy. I couldn't help but winced.
"And lastly me No-Nose," Marron said making a face at the name that the boys called her when she was little and then she began "everyone treats me like a little baby, WHICH I'M NOT, and just 'cus I can't fly it makes it so much worse. Also seeing as how my mother doesn't want me to learn how to fight I actually do need to be protected to some extent furthering the idea that I'm to be treated younger then I actually am."
She huffed a bit after this, tucked a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear and then spoke."Now for the physical problems. Beauty Queen?"
"Everyone outside my family just sees me as a pretty face who would rather go do her make-up and make-out with some no-brained loser then study and kami forbid I wear anything but my contact lenses. And then in my family I'm suppose to be this carbon copy of mom. Be the brains don't fight. I may look like her but that doesn't mean I have to act exactly like her. Trunks actually laughed at me when I said i was going to go workout and Daddy joined him. I'm sick of being put in a box." I finished with an angry look towards the ground.
"You wear glasses?" asked Pan.
I rolled my eyes and elbowed her for her nonchalant disbelief.
"Next, Not-A-Baby".
Pan grumbled for a minute and shyly picked at her horrendous baggy t shirt.
"1. I'm not the prettiest girl. 2. I'm a little bit shorter than average and that adds to me being treated like a child." as Pan finished she pouted a little bit.
"I guess that that'll leave me. Well lets start with a certain color that everyone thinks that I like but I've actually grown to hate pink. I mean it'll look nice on people when they're SIX. Also my pigtails my hair's a complete wreck without them but if I use them, then I look like a child." Marron whined. She then composed herself and opened the brown journal beside her."Oh well. I guess that'll be it now let us record this meeting's activities in the z journal".
"What's a z journal?" juuhachigou asked as she opened up the door to the closet with glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling to symbolize the night sky and Pan, Marron and I tumbled out.
Marron mutter a small "Nothing Mom". While Pan followed the sweet scent from downstairs. I on the hand ignored my growling stomach to confront 18 on her horrible taste in women's shoes.
Okay so this is a new story I adopted from Dragonballzlover2499 because I love her idea but sadly she could not continue it so I thought I'd give it a shot not too many bra fics and I'd love to contribute. She wrote this one chapter and I tweaked it a bit to fit my ideas. So original credit to her, Thanks so much for letting me continue your baby!
