This is the first in a set of fics set in the DBZ universe. For these stories, I've sort of reinterpretation the whole mythos to include the movies in some fashion, although some of them might be heavily altered to make them fit (a few are in alternate timelines) but this particular story won't be very much affected by that. GT (or at least a version of it) is considered canon for this, but it too is in an alternate time-line, and this story is not in that timeline. Rated M for violence, profanity, and some sexual situations . This story will have more of an action bend than my last one, at least after the first chapter. Goten's not in the story yet.
Bra opened her eyes for what had to be the tenth time that night. She was so excited, that she was only able to sleep in short bursts. Today was the first day of her junior year of high school, and at a new school at that. Ordinarily, she wouldn't really be looking forward to going back to school, but this year was going to be different. For one thing, this time her school was the same one that her best friend Pan attended. Bra always had a little bit of trouble making friends, mostly because she herself was only half human. Half her blood came from her father, Vegeta, the prince of a race of intergalactic warriors with godlike strength and abilities called the Saiyans. While unlike her father and big brother, she wasn't interested in training or fighting, she still possessed a ridiculous amount of strength simply because her father was so powerful. While not ashamed of her heritage, she was very paranoid of how it would make other people perceive her. It was for this reason she was going to a different school this year. Last year, at her old school, she had to use her powers to save a boy in her class from a large piece of the ceiling that came loose and threatened to crush him. Afterward, she was too afraid to show herself in school for the rest of the year, so she was home-schooled for a few months. But this time she had a chance to start over. Still, having a close friend with a similarly weird racial background was a comfort to be sure.
However, the real reason she was so excited was because a certain boy she met over the summer also went there. The boy's name was Sheat, and he had met Bra while he was working in a bookstore. He was handsome, with perfectly combed long, brown hair, a toned yet not over-muscled physique . His eyes were piercing blue and he had a warm, approachable smile. But the most attractive thing to Bra was the amount of personal attention he payed her. When he found out that she would be going to the same school as him this year, he offered to give her a tour of the whole school on her first day. She had went back to that bookstore at least 10 times that summer and gotten pretty well acquainted with him. She was already head over heels for him even before Pan mentioned that he was apparently the most popular guy at school. The fact that a popular kid like him would show interest in her was enough to make her giddy.
Tired of just laying around in her bed, she jumped up to get ready. It was still a half hour before her alarm went off, but she wanted to have more time to get ready anyway. She ran into the bathroom connected to her room and began her daily routine. She straightened and brushed her turquoise colored, shoulder length hair into a basic hime cut and put a red hair band. She applied her basic makeup, not enough to be noticeable, just enough to look vaguely pleasant. She felt momentarily weary, yawned, and seemed to get another burst of energy and ran back into her room to pick out her outfit. She picked out a red halter top that showed off her midriff as well as a matching miniskirt, pair of boots, and arm warmers. She wore this outfit often because it was her favorite. She hadn't shown Sheat yet, and hoped it would be a pleasant surprise. She then sat on the edge of her bed and began to think over just what she would say to him. Her ponderings were interrupted by her mom (who's name was Bulma) walking lazily into her room while yawning copiously.
"Bra, why are you up so early?" She asked
"Mom, you know I have to get ready for my first day of school." Bra replied with just a hint of incredulity.
"But it's 5 am. School doesn't start 'til 8"
"Yeah, well... I just can't sleep. Daddy's probably already up isn't he?"
"Heh" Bulma chortled with annoyance. Bra was right of course. Vegeta always got up early in the morning to train. Probably, he had already awoken Bra's brother Trunks to do the same.
"I'm going back to bed, you all are crazy!" Bulma shouted exasperatedly.
"Love you too mom!" Bra chirped.
"Mmmhmm, just do me a favor and try to be quiet, ok? I'm too old for this."
"Sure thing mom!" both of them knew that she would not.
After Bulma went back to bed, Bra dashed to the nearest kitchen to fix herself breakfast. Because she wasn't much of a cook, this meant cereal and milk. Because she was half Saiyan, this meant about 6 bowls. After wolfing that down, she went into the nearest family room to try and watch TV to pass the time. When her short attention span proved this a futile effort, she resigned herself to absentmindedly pacing the floor while fantasizing about just what she was going to say to her potential suitor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time to go to school. She saw her father and brother walk into the room shirtless, taking a break from particularly grueling training session. Trunks had to go to work at Capsule corp, being a high ranking corporate executive. On his way, he'd drop off Bra at school.
"Training hard bro?" Bra asked playfully
"You might say that. Any chance of you joining us sometime?"
"Not likely" Bra said dismissively. "Besides, I think I'm plenty strong." Trunks was about to retort, but he was cut off by Vegeta.
"Who ate all the damn cereal?!" he shouted.
"Sorry daddy, I was hungry. " Bra said, then put on an exaggerated pouty face. His daughter being perhaps the only person he just found he couldn't yell out, he merely walked away irritated.
"Richest family in the world and we don't even have more than one box of cereal..." he muttered and walked off to wake up his wife.
"Uh-oh. Trunks, I don't think we want to be around when he wakes her up."Trunks apparently agreed, because he put on his work suit with speed that Bra had never seen.
"Lets roll." Trunks said, departing with his sister Bra to the parking lot in front of their house to get into his hovercar. And not a moment too soon, for their parents shouting match was loud enough to be heard outside. As they drove off in the direction of the school, Bra's heart began pounding.
The hovercar reached the school in about 4 minutes.
"Thanks Trunks!" She said.
"Yeah, whatever." He said. "Have a good day at school" he was quick to add on.
"Of course!" She said and practically jumped out of the car.
As she walked up to the big front doors, she was set upon by a sudden wave of nervousness. Starting over at a new school had it's advantages yes, but it was also a new and sometimes frightening experience. Her pace slowed for only a moment, then she forced herself through the uneasiness and opened the doors. She found the layout inside to be fairly similar to her old school as they probably were designed by the same architect. Before she could get any preliminary exploring done, she heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind.
"Bra! Bra! Over here!" Bra turned around in a flash was greeted by the sight of her best friend Pan. Like her, Pan was part Saiyan, and although she was only a quarter Saiyan, she was stronger than Bra because she actually enjoyed training.
"Oh my god, Pan, it's so good to see you!" The two friends embraced each other, then compared their schedules. They found that they only had one class together.
"Hey, we've got algebra together, third period!" Bra said. Pan made an uncomfortable face at the mention of the word algebra.
"Ha ha, I see I might have to help you out." Bra teased
"Yeah, laugh it up." Pan said sarcastically. She then smiled at Bra cheekily "Soooo... have you seen you-know-who yet?"
Bra blushed "Shhh! Don't let anyone hear you!"
" Okay, okay... but have you?"
Bra blushed again "No, not yet. But I'm hoping to meet up with him before my first class"
"ooh, looks like someone has a crush." Pan teased, and then playfully poked her friend in the armpit.
Bra turned an even brighter shade of red, closed her eyes, and involuntarily gave off an embarrassed smile "Stop it" she weakly protested. Pan just laughed.
"Good morning ladies, not fighting over me I hope?" Said a cool, confident voice behind them. Bra's heart skipped a beat. She turned around, finding the warmly smiling Sheat waving at her.
"Hi Sheat!" She said enthusiastically.
"Well hello there, gorgeous." He replied, causing Bra to giggle nervously. He turned his attention momentarily to her friend.
"Your name's Pan right?"
"Yes it is!" Pan replied.
"Well would you mind if I borrow your friend for a while? I kinda promised her a tour of the school."
"Go right ahead. Don't worry Bra, we'll meet up at lunch!" Sheat took a hold of Bra's hand, causing her heart to accelerate, and led her off to give her a somewhat brief tour of the school, as they only had ten minutes till classes started. Bra gave one final look back to Pan, who simply let off a huge grin and a thumbs up gesture.
After he had finished his little tour, he led her to beside his locker, where a small group of girls stared at them inconspicuously a few lockers down.
"So, uh, Bra do you think you'd like to go out on a date, say tomorrow night?" He asked, showing just a moment of vulnerability.
"Sure!" She shouted in surprise. Recovering from the excitement for just a moment she said more calmly "uh, I mean, yes, I'd love to."
"Good! See you around." He then planted a light kiss on her cheek and walked off. After he was out of sight, she let out a squeal of happiness. A few seconds later, the group of girls walked over toward Bra, sullen looks on their faces.
Bra, too happy to notice their unfriendly facial cues, simply thought they wanted to introduce themselves to the new girl. "Oh, hello! I'm new here. My name's Bra, what's yours?"
The leader of the group raised an eyebrow. "It's Monita."
"Ooh, that's pretty I like it!" At that comment, Monita's face changed to a cruel grin.
"Thanks, I like your outfit..."
"Oh thanks, it's my favorite, I..."
"It makes you look like a hooker!" Monita bit in.
"I – what?"
A girl behind Monita started in with her. 'Yeah, and what kind of name is Bra anyway?"
"Why are you saying that?" She said as she tried to comprehend how this conversation was going. But they left her no breathing room as they tore into her verbally. After about a minute of these insults, Monita motioned to silence her posse.
"You stay the hell a way from Sheat, he's way to good for a hussy like you!" What Bra couldn't have known was that Monita was Sheat's on-again-off-again girlfriend, although at the moment it was very much off-again. Monita's friends joined in with affirmations of this threat. Then, as soon as they had came, they left.
Bra felt a stinging sadness for just a few seconds, only for it to be overtaken by rage. Half Saiyan, she was quite preternaturally disposed to having a bad temper. For a second it felt like her hair was standing up, which made Bra feel self-conscious once more. Frustrate, she punched her locker lightly. It left a huge dent, but luckily for her, no one was around to see it. Seeing the pointlessness of her anger, she took a deep breath and started to walk off to her first class. She so much to look forward too, why let those girls ruin it for her.
The rest of her day was fairly standard first day of school fair. She got introduced to her classes and books, and reconnected with Pan at lunch .At the end of the day, her mom picked her up.
"Well, don't you look happy?" Bulma asked her smiling, dreamy eyed daughter.
"Mom, I got a date with the cutest guy!"
"That's wonderful honey!" She congratulated. "Just make sure your careful."
" I know mom, I know." As she walked into her house, she knew that tonight was going to be a long, probably mostly sleepless night, but tomorrow would be simply amazing.
Editors note; Monita is pronounced Moni – tuh, think monitor.