Yup, you read that summary right, party people! I AM TAKING COMMISSIONS! Details are on my profile, and for right now, your money will go to another writer and a good cause! If I get a big response on this, I'll choose to continue to do them for my own profit, which would help my own family out an awful lot. I honestly didn't think I'd get any bites, but a day after posting it on my profile, I got one! And what a challenge! YURI!

Vegeta twitched for what felt like the millionth time when he thought he heard something outside of Capsule Corporation, turning his head towards the window to hunt for the motion-detecting light, his fist clenching as he itched to hit something. Or someone. Preferably the little prick that was scheduled to pick up his little princess at any given moment.

"Daddy, you promised!" Bra snapped out, stomping her heeled boot on the floor. "You're going to be nice, remember!? I'm eighteen and that is more than old enough to go out on a date! Thanks to you, I haven't even been kissed yet and so help me Kami I will be going on a date tonight whether you like it or not and I will be getting a kiss and you will be nice or I will punch you in the dick!"

"I'd like to see you try, girlie," Vegeta grumped as he slumped into the couch cushions, practically pouting at the entire situation. "And I still get to open the door!" He added in a sharp bark.

"Yes, Dad, you get the first sniff," Trunks snorted from the recliner as he turned a page in his textbook.

"Don't mock me, boy, scent is important," the crown prince snarled in reply. "And you'd better remember that, Bra. If you smell other girls on this little boyfriend of yours, don't you dare turn into a pushover like your mother was with that Yamcha freak! You kick his ass and break off his dick and leave him a drooling mess on the training room floor."

"Somehow, Daddy, I don't think that will be a problem," Bra giggled as she leaned against the staircase; the only sign that she was growing impatient was the sound of her short nails drumming against the banister, but her date was notoriously late for everything, so she'd be patient.

Vegeta wasn't done though, not by a longshot. "And if that little asshole tries to whip out his dick, you're going to break it off, you hear me!?"

His quiet little snorts turning into full-blown laughs, Trunks shook in his seat, holding his sides. "S—Somehow I don't think that that will be a problem, Dad!"

Perplexed, the prince could only stare, one eyebrow lifted in confusion. "What? Is this kid a eunuch or something?"

"All parts accounted for!" Trunks howled as he thumped to the floor in peals of laughter.

Bra was far from silent as well, giggling like mad as she leaned against the stairwell, but Trunks's comment made her fall silent and she glared at him jealously. "And just when did you see them naked, Trunks?"

"Hahahaha! Oh dear gods! It was an accident, I swear!" Sobering up, Trunks just grinned and winked at her as Vegeta continued to blink in confusion and Bra glared daggers his way. "Seriously, sis! Too happy for my tastes!"

"Heh… he's chipper, is he?" Vegeta snickered. "I'll fix that quick and in a hurry."

"Shit, Bra will fix that even faster. I'm sure the poor sap's going to be a miserable wreck halfway through the date," Trunks snorted. "Like father, like daughter," he added with a sheepish grin when Bra continued to stare him down, the glint in her eyes promising pain if he kept it up.

"I'll catch you in the training room tomorrow, Trunks," she shot back just as a knock sounded at the door and she raced Vegeta to answer it. Her father beat her to it, though, and Bra sputtered when he gave her a triumphant grin and shoved her back lightly. "Fine! Go ahead and answer it, Daddy!"

Little did Vegeta know, Trunks was out of the chair once more and moving into position for a good look at his father's face, wishing to Kami that he'd thought to bring a camera for the occasion.

"The fuck are you?" Vegeta blurted out the moment he opened the door.

Instead of a young man, the Prince of all Saiyans was face to face with a gorgeous, heart-shape-faced… girl. "We're not buying any cookies, kid. Get the hell off of my porch," he finally managed when she beamed up at him and opened her mouth to speak.

"Wait!" She piped up, shoving the door open with a surprising show of strength. "I'm here for Bra! She told me to come and get her at seven!" A peek of Bra from behind Vegeta's shoulder elicited another bright smile from her and an enthusiastic wave. "Hey, Bra! Come on, the movie's going to start in thirty minutes! I'm sorry I was late, but well…" Her smile became a bit sheepish as she fluffed one of her odangos. "…I'm late for everything, as you know."

"I know," Bra replied evenly as she pushed her thunderstruck father out of the way. "Which is why I told you the show was going to start at seven forty-five. It really starts at eight fifteen. Oh, do you have a phone on you by any chance? I have to go upstairs to get mine."

"Oh, sure." Usagi handed it over promptly, and while she didn't get the joke, she still joined in on the laughter when Bra turned to snap a picture of Vegeta with his mouth still hanging open, his eyes slightly bugged out. "Did I miss an inside joke?" She asked brightly as Bra quickly texted the photo to Trunks's phone, which beeped immediately.

"Thanks, sis! I'm sending this to everyone!" Trunks informed her as he quickly made tracks, fully intent on posting it to his social networking pages if time allowed—something told him that he just might be able to send it to his mother and Goten before Vegeta snapped out of it and tried to crush his phone into a pulp.

And while her father just continued to stare in shock, Bra was grasping Tsukino Usagi's hand and tugging her out onto the lawn, turning her head only briefly to tip her dad a saucy wink before answering her best friend for the last year. "Don't worry, I'll explain on the walk there."

They were in the park several minutes later when Usagi giggled at the memory of how Vegeta had looked as they'd left, and she nudged Bra in the side with her elbow, keeping their fingers linked. "So, what did I miss? What made your dad stare at me like that? From the stories you've told me about how stiff-necked he can be, I take it he isn't the type to gawk—especially not for that long."

Suddenly nervous, Bra cleared her throat and nodded at a bench nearby. "Usa, we need to talk."

The serious tone of voice Bra was using worried Usagi, and she nodded once before letting the blue-haired heiress tug her over to the seat and draw her down onto it. "What's wrong Bra-chan? It must be serious if you're going to risk missing the beginning of the movie."

"The movie's not important. Look, Usa…" Nervously rubbing at the back of her neck, Bra dared to make eye contact and wondered if Usagi was truly so naïve that she couldn't sense the desire that she felt for the blonde. Did she really think that Bra only considered her as a friend? "I like you," she began, the words tumbling unbidden from her lips in a rush of air. "Really like you," Bra continued when Usagi seemed troubled, probably assuming that Trunks's little sister was about to break off their friendship.

Judging by the way tears were filling those crystal blue eyes, that was exactly how Usagi had taken it… and was still taking it.

"Did… did I do something to offend you, Bra?" She choked out. "If I did I'm sorry! Oh gods, was it when we went out for ice cream and I forgot my money!? I really don't expect you to pay for everything, I really don't! I don't care that you're rich, I never have! I really honest-to-gods like you for who you are! Here, I even brought the ice cream money with me to pay you back!" She continued rapidly, digging in her pocket with the intention of handing it over and not even asking for change.

The five yen coin was in her free hand when Usagi suddenly felt something warm pressing to her lips. Eyes going wide, her brain screeched to a halt the moment she realized that what she was feeling was Bra's mouth against hers, and when her lips parted in total shock, she felt a tongue flicker briefly over her own.

The way Bra's lips were twitching up as she pulled back was a complete mirror image of her father's notorious smirk, but the caress of her fingertips down Usagi's cheek spoke more of her mother's upbringing. "Sorry, but… you were kind of freaking out and well… I wasn't sure how else to tell you," she explained as she scooted closer on the bench, shivering at the sensation of their breasts pressing together when Usagi turned to face her. "I like you," Bra repeated in a whisper. "Really, really like you."

The way the blonde was just gaping at her made her laugh, and Bra dared to press another brief, sweet kiss to those perfect pink lips. "Usa, I swear, don't make me take your phone out of your pocket and send a picture of your face to Trunks. Because I swear, he will immediately send it to Goten, who will send it to Rei, who will troll the hell out of you about it for weeks."

Swallowing hard, Usagi managed to close her mouth, her cheeks as red as a sunset while her brain was still stuttering on the fact that Bra had just kissed her. And it had not been a chaste kiss!

"Oh Kami, Usa… I didn't think!" Bra exclaimed as she smacked herself dramatically in the forehead. "You… you're ok with this… right? I mean, you're not freaking out about another girl being attracted to you, are you? Because, I mean… if you want me to back off, I totally can. We can go to the movies like friends. It's just that Rei told me that if I wanted you, then I needed to be really straight-forward about it, that you didn't take hints well and would probably need me to be Captain Obvious. She also told me that if I hurt you in any way, she was going to shove her foot so far up my ass that I'd be spitting shoelaces," she added with a chuckle.

"She did? Rei-chan actually said that?" Usagi blurted out in amazement.

"Seriously? That's what makes you talk? I'm sitting here asking you to be my girlfriend and you're silent as the grave, but the news that Rei threatened to kick my ass is what gets you to speak?"

If it were possibly to blush any brighter, Usagi would have, but she was already the brightest possible red in her complexion palette. "Sorry, I just… that surprised me. Not quite as much as you kissing me," she added. "And I'm ok with that, I'm not mad. Just really, really surprised. I've never thought of another woman that way, Bra." Shaking her head in disbelief, she just stared for a long moment before opening her mouth again. "You really like me? Like that?"

"Ok, this is going to sound totally horrible at first, but I want you to hear me out, ok? Then it'll make sense." Bra waited for a nod before clearing her throat and giving Usa a shaky smile, squeezing the hand that was still joined with hers. "About a year ago, right after my seventeenth birthday, Daddy and I got into a huge argument because he'd knocked out the fourth or fifth boy that had showed up to take me out on a date. And that got me to thinking of ways to get even with him. Trunks and I talked about it for hours, and then he was like, 'why not date girls?'

"Well, the idea to me was ridiculous at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it did seem like a great way to get even with Daddy. So I started to look for a girl that would fit the bill, but the few that seemed about right only wanted to be around me for my money. Typically, I've ignored that in guys, but it just pissed me off to no end when it came to girls. And then—"

"You met me," Usagi finished for her, tears of shame welling up in her eyes. "And I fit the bill."

"No!" Bra said quickly. "Don't you dare start crying, Usagi! I did not use you, alright!? You agreed to hear me out and I've never told you anything but the truth, including now, so you need to just trust me! …okay?" She added gently when Usagi sniffled and looked away. "Yes," she confirmed softly, cupping the blonde's chin and tilting her face up until their eyes met again. "I met you through Rei, and you didn't give a shit about my money, just the same as you've never cared about Rei being rich. And you wanted to be my friend—genuinely wanted to hang out with me because you liked me, I couldn't believe it! I thought about my plan for all of ten seconds before I threw it right out the window, Usagi, I swear to Kami, I didn't ever give it a second thought. You were just too kind to do something like to; there was no way in the world I would ever have to heart to hurt you like that!"

"So…" Scrunching up her nose thoughtfully, Usagi let her confusion show. "Wait, so if this wasn't just a prank to make your dad angry, then… you really do like me?" She asked, the last bit squeaked out nervously, her eyes going wide again when Bra nodded and smiled.

"I realized it about six months ago," Bra giggled. "I was in bed, trying to get myself of and—oh don't look at me like that, Usa-chan!" She laughed. "You've done it, I know you have! I heard you one night when I slept over!"

"Oh… you, um… heard me? But… but I thought I was being quiet!" Usagi yelped. "Like, really quiet!"

"Well, ok. I'll admit that I smelled your arousal first, but—er, uh… that's a totally different story," Bra finished quickly, waving away the obvious question as she shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll tell it to you eventually, I promise. Anyways… I was feeling sexually frustrated and trying to come, and I suddenly thought of you, and… well… I got off. Really fast." Nearly as red-faced as Usagi, Bra leaned in further and kissed her friend for a third time, sighing into it when she felt Usagi returning it hesitantly, savoring the feeling of what she'd fantasized about so frequently. Who was she kidding? It was better than the fantasy! So much better!

Usagi was the first to pull away, blinking rapidly at the sound of—"Are you… purring!?"

"Shit," Bra sputtered as she thumped herself on the sternum and shook her head in exasperation when the soft, contented noise persisted. "It's my beast coming out—damn it, that's part of the totally different story I'll tell you, ok? For now, just please don't freak out, alright?"

"I'm not," Usagi assured her calmly, "it just startled me, that's all. It's actually kind of sweet," she giggled. "Does it mean that you're happy?"

"Yeah," Bra whispered as she dipped her head for another kiss. "Very happy," she elaborated as she broke the contact of lips, keeping her forehead pressed lightly to Usagi's. "So… you kissed me back again. I'm assuming that you're ok with this?"

"Actually, I am," she replied with only mild surprise. "My only big problem is how badly Haruka's going to blow up when she finds out that I'm batting for the other team… without her."

"Haruka?"

"Tenou Haruka, the racecar driver. Yes, she's a woman," Usagi stressed, laughing as she dared to initiate a kiss with Bra, her laugh becoming a nervous giggle when Bra's purr got exponentially louder. "Ruka's been trying to get me to sleep with her and Michiru for years," she explained once she'd gently broken off the kiss, leaning into the hand that was threading its way through an unwound odango; the way Bra was looking at her hair told Usagi that she'd fantasized doing exactly what she was doing to the golden strands more than once. "I can only imagine the little fit she's going to pitch when she finds out I'm dating a woman that isn't her. You should've been there when she found out I'd given my virginity to Mamoru! The faces she made are engraved in my mind for all time!"

"Ugh… don't remind me that you dated that asshole, Usa-kun," Bra sighed as she let the second odango fall and she observed how glorious the blonde looked with her hair down, only to violently shove her beast down when it rose up and began to give her some incredibly delicious thoughts of how she would look naked on Bra's bed with her hair fanned out around her.

The beastie didn't stay caged for long; Bra had never truly had to fight her beast for anything before and quickly found herself distracted by the slight scent of arousal in the air, and before she knew it, she was kissing Usagi again. But this wasn't a slow, hesitant exploration of each other's mouths—it was hot and raw, and when she felt and heard the blonde moaning softly in response to the way she was being devoured, Bra responded by letting her hands wander, one of them bunching in the loose golden strands she'd ached to touch while the other cupped a full, firm breast.

Her thumb was raking over the pert nipple just as Usa pulled back, and with a little growl, Bra fought hard for control. Thankfully for Usagi, Bra won the fight, and she tried not to pant from the strain when her girlfriend gave her hand a worried squeeze. "You ok, Bra?"

"F—fine," Bra wheezed. "I just… look, it's part of that long story. I'm sorry if I went too fast. Unless… were you just surprised when I touched you?"

The heated look in the other woman's eyes made Usagi blush and shyly scoot back on the bench. "No. Yes. Um… I liked it," she admitted, trying not to lick her lips at the thought of being kissed like that again. It had been so intense, so full of emotion, and she'd honestly loved every bit of it!

But she'd also gone too far with Mamoru, way too soon for her own liking. She was naïve, yes, but Mamoru had taught her a lot of lessons about love… and that expressing it physically right out of the gate wasn't always the best way of doing things. "And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want more, Bra. But can we take things slow? It's not that you're a girl, it's the fact that I've only been broken up with Mamoru for a little less than a year and I don't want to rush anything. Ok? Maybe… maybe we could talk while we head on to the movie? Unless you'd rather not go now that—"

"Hush," Bra chuckled as she kissed her forehead. "You're babbling again, Usa. Come on, I'll redo your hair as we walk, ok?"

"And maybe tell me why you purr?"

"Another day, I promise," Bra replied with a winning smile as she tugged her to her feet, inwardly cackling at the thought of asking her father to allow her to bring Usagi into the fold. Goku had been fine with it while Goten and Rei were dating, but at Vegeta's insistence, they hadn't told her until she'd accepted Goten's proposal of marriage. Heh… I wonder if Daddy's going to demand the same for me and Usagi, she thought gleefully.

Bra was definitely not forgetting a camera for that discussion.

Vedia, I hope you're happy with this first installment! And thank you so VERY much for letting me post it on my fanfiction so I could advertise!