A cute, random brother/sister oneshot about Bra and Trunks. Read and Review!
The eight year old pouted. "School."
Trunks, now twenty two -and a full fledged adult, he liked to add- picked up his baby sister. "Is anyone bothering you? Tell me and I'd go scare them off."
Bra giggled and shook her blue head. "Nope. Hehe. It's just that I got an E."
Trunks looked genuinely shocked. "An E? No Brief has ever gotten an E before." Except maybe Dad, when it comes to social skills, he quipped in his head. "My essay. About my family."
The lavender haired demi saiyan picked up the piece of paper, and read.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, smart genius named Bulma Briefs. She decided to travel the world, to look for some magical dragonballs that can grant any wish. There, she met Goku, a kid with a monkey's tail, and a few other not important people.
Years later, Goku found out he was actually an alien who get sent to Earth as a baby, and his real name was Kakarot. Bulma, Goku's son Gohan, and another guy went to a planet called Namek. Namek had a ton of green people called Namekians, who only drank water. That's where Bulma met Vegeta, the saiyan prince, for the first time. Then they killed some evil guy named Frieza.
Back on Earth, Bulma and Vegeta fell in love and they had a kid named Trunks, which is my big brother. They saved the world again. And again. Then I was born. And we lived happily ever after.
Very creative, Bra. But our topic is about your family, not about aliens and… saving the world. Try something more realistic. Good effort, though. E
Trunks blinked. "So your teacher doesn't believe in aliens, huh?" A small smirk slowly crept up his face, making Bra frown. "What are you planning?"
He turned towards the little girl on his lap. "What? I'm not planning anything."
"That look on your face," Bra narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "You always do something stupid when you have that look." Trunks smirked again. "Rule number one, little sister, is to never get caught."
Some days later, Bra was in her classroom. Everything was fine, and the class was paying attention, until-
"tap tap"
"Mrs Dean? There's a guy at the window." A little girl raised up her hand.
"What?" The teacher looked over at the window, and true enough, there was a man floating comfortably at their third storey window sill. Bra took a glance and inwardly groaned. Bro…
Trunks pulled up the window. "Sorry for the disruption, miss," he stated in his heartthrob-professional voice, and was certain the teacher would swoon if not for the fact she was in shock. "Bra, catch!" He threw her little sister a notebook, which she expertly caught.
"My little sister left something at home. I'll be off now. Come on, Piccolo."
He did a deliberate fly-by, with a grumpy looking green man at his heels.
Bra slapped her forehead. She opened up the notebook to the marked page, only to see a giant smiley face scrawled in the centre. The nine year old sighed, while her classmates tried to revive their unconscious teacher.
Later at home:
"On the bright side, now you got an A." Trunks smirked, tossing Bra's remarked essay to his little sister. Bra sighed, rolled her eyes, and left the study.
