Been a whole summer since I wrote. I needed some inspiration and haven't had any. No ideas and no inspirations means no writing. Well, I have an idea now, and somewhat of an inspiration. If you can bear with me, maybe you'll like this.
AN1: Cleaning up after parties sucks, especially when you're sober and everyone else is drunk.
AN2: Read RainWater by Witchyprincess. It's awesome!
AN3: Amber Brkich is hot.
AN4: I started playing Ken Griffey Baseball for SNES a little bit ago. My first baseman is named K. Khan.
DISCLAIMER: "Send away for a priceless gift, one not subtle, one not on the list." – Shinedown, .45.
Thoughts of Yesterday – Chapter 1 – Catscans and X-Rays
The best of the best also have their downtimes. They, too, have rejections. But situations arise where a thing that wasn't within one's grasp suddenly is. It's a question of morality whether or not to grab it.
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Bra peered out her window, gazing upon the thing she desired the most. There he was, sparring with her brother, not thinking of her as she was of him. Her heart belonged to one man, and that was the only man out of reach to her. Some may call that conceited that Bra thought she could get any guy, but her beauty and personality definitely had the same level of amazement as Son Gokuu's Super Saiyajin capabilities. But none of that had any effect on the simple, innocent mind of the man she loved. Son Goten barely knew she existed, and he only knew that she was Trunks's little sister. Nothing more than that.
Bra brought her hand up to the window, gently caressing it with her fingertips as if it was Goten's face, yet the cold glass reminded her how un-Goten it felt. Her head dropped as a single tear escaped her oceanic eyes, dropping off her chin and onto her baby blue carpeting.
Sucking in a large amount of air, she forced herself to calm down. She hadn't full out cried in four years, and now at twenty years old, her resistance to the saline droplets was growing weaker.
Her gaze returned to the sparring boys out in the front. How she longed to be in his arms, to have her hold her lovingly. Bra smiled at her imagination, at the same time condemning it for giving her false hopes. She watched his moves as he glided through the air, punching and kicking her brother. She smiled again.
Suddenly, the embarrassment of getting caught flooded Bra's brain as Goten and her brother stopped sparring, turning their gaze towards her window. She was busted.
With a flash, she snapped her curtains shut, almost as if she was admitting she was guilty of her watchful eye. She plopped down on her bed, grabbing the nearest stuffed animal. She hugged it tightly, imagining it was Goten in her arms.
Kami Bra thought, I have it bad. Bringing the stuffed bear face to face with her, she looked at it questioningly.
"You don't even understand," Bra stated to the stuffed animal. "I just wish once that he wouldn't see me as the nagging little girl he thinks I am. I just wish once he'd say I'm beautiful, that I would be perfect for him. Do you think I'll ever get that wish, Mr. Bear?"
Silence from the lifeless cotton. Bra frowned.
Maybe one day Dende will listen to my wishes.
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Goten and Trunks stopped sparring, both feeling the pair of blue eyes staring at them. Well, one of them. Both turned to the window to which the feeling was coming from, catching Bra watching the two, a sad look in her eyes.
"Man," Trunks started as Bra snapped her curtains closed. "Why does she look at you like that all the time?" Goten shrugged.
"I dunno, man," Goten replied, "She's your little sister." Trunks smirked at his friend.
"I think she's got a crush on you, buddy," Trunks said, teasing his bestfriend. Goten glared at his friend.
"Don't be absurd," Goten said, "She's nothing but a little sister. She's annoying, bratty, and follows us everywhere." Trunks nodded in agreement.
"Speaking of following us everwhere," Trunks started, "Are you coming with me to Rush's tonight for the gala?" Goten chuckled. Rush Williams was the current CEO of Capsule Corp China, as much as his name doesn't sound Chinese. He's a quarter of it, though, don't be alarmed. He needed to meet with Trunks to discuss the current financial situation of Capsule Corp, so they decided to have a party instead.
"Only if good old mama Chi-Chi will let me out of the house," Goten said, "I'm 31 years old and she still commands my every move." Trunks burst out laughing.
"I can't believe you're still controlled by your mother," Trunks sneered, "When are you gonna grow a pair of balls and move out?" Goten, once again, glared at his bestfriend.
"'Whenever I get married'" Goten said, mimicking his mother's voice, "Or so she says. I'm sure once I get a steady girlfriend, she'll let me off the leash." Trunks laughed.
"Okay, Mr. Mommy's Boy," Trunks joked, "I need to take a shower. And if you're gonna try to get a woman tonight to cut that collar around your neck, I suggest you take one, too." Goten snorted.
"What do you think I am, five?" Goten retorted, starting his walk into the house. Trunks started his walk with him, ruffling his hair.
"Yes, I do," Trunks replied. Goten growled as the two stepped into the house.
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Bra walked into the kitchen, seeing her brother and Goten chowing down on numerous grilled cheese sandwiches. She frowned as Trunks looked up at her, smirking.
"Hey Bra," Trunks said, "Why were you looking at Goten out your window?" Bra narrowed her eyes at her brother.
"I wasn't," She denied, "I was watching you guys spar." Trunks chuckled.
"Uh huh, suuure," He replied, "Since when did you take an interest in fighting?" Bra looked down at her feet and blushed.
"You're an asshole," Bra said, simply, before walking to the fridge to retrieve a snack. Trunks laughed.
"thanks for the complement!" He said, sarcasticly.
Why is he so mean to me? Bra wondered, What did I ever do to him? Goten just looked at Bra, his gaze making her blush more. Trunks and Goten soon returned to their conversation, discussing the night's coming events.
"You know Goten," Trunks said, gaining the interest of his friend, "You have to wear a tux to this tonight. You have one, don't you?" Goten's eyes went big.
"Umm, no…" Goten replied, uneasy. Bra perked an ear up.
"Well, I guess you're going to have to borrow one of mine." He replied. Bra turned around.
"Are you coming to the gala tonight, Goten?" Bra asked, as innocently as possible. Goten just nodded, not even looking at her.
"Why? Are you?" He asked, still facing Trunks. Bra narrowed her eyes.
"Well, yeah," She replied, "I am Vice President. Why wouldn't I?" Trunks decided to take over the conversation.
"Well," Trunks started, "I didn't think they'd let little girls at this party." Bra scowled.
"Trunks," Bra started, "I'm 21, plenty old enough to take care of things on my own, and hardly a little girl. I don't need to hear your petty comments." Trunks just smiled, knowing he got the best of her.
"Well, what if I were to tell you that this is an male-only event?" He asked his sister. Bra was about to let her anger loose when her mother walked by.
"Don't be a moron, Trunks," Bulma said, "Stop being so mean. She's allowed to go, and at that, she's going with you two." Trunks turned to his mother to protest.
"But mom!" Trunks said, acting much like a little kid himself. Bulma stopped herself and put her hands on her hips.
"No buts, Trunks!" Bulma said, "She's a much better worker than you are, so maybe it's you who shouldn't be going. Plus, what I say, goes. Or am I going to have to get your father to have a sparring match with you?" Trunks paled, and Goten poked him.
"Who's the mama's boy now?" He asked, laughing. Bra chimed in.
"and the little kid?" She shot, walking out of the room.
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Rush Williams's mansion was massive. The party took place on the second floor, but that was about as big as an acre. Many people attended, and as Trunks, Goten, and Bra walked in, they were quite amazed at this apparent financial 'negotiation.' Goten and Trunks were decked out in black tuxes, along with black bowties and black vests, complimented with a red undershirt. Bra wore a long satin dress, matching the color of her eyes. Her hair was up, and she looked quite lovely, as the eyes of many guys turned to look at her as they strolled in.
Trunks quickly found Rush in the corner, surrounded by at least ten women.
Well, Trunks thought, So much for this meeting. He smiled and waved to his coworker, which received a smile and a whisper to another girl, who shot a glance in his direction. She smiled and walked over to him. Within a few minutes, they were deep in conversation, so Goten decided to go find the drinks, while Bra tagged along.
"Goten," Bra said, trying to strike up a conversation herself, "Everything all right? You don't seem yourself lately." Goten glanced at Bra, narrowing his eyes.
"Thanks mom," Goten replied, "I'm fine." Bra frowned and continued walking next to him.
"Sorry for being concerned," Bra said, irritated, "You've just changed your attitude with me in the past couple of weeks and I wanted to know why. You used to be so light and carefree around me, but now you aren't." Goten shrugged.
"I'm sure it's nothing a few drinks can't fix," He said. Bra sighed and picked up a glass of champagne off of a tray. Goten decided on a scotch on the rocks.
"Look," Goten said, obviously trying to get away, "I'm gonna go find your brother. Try to find something to do." Bra glared at Goten.
"Don't talk to me like I'm a child!" Bra said, but Goten was gone. He was out wandering around somewhere in this vast place, and Bra didn't feel like trying to find him, as much as she wanted to. She decided to go step outside onto the balcony.
It was a cool night. A light brisk breeze fell upon the landscape, giving a chilly aura to the surrounding trees. Stars sparkled in the clear night sky, making this somewhat taunting night feel a little bit better. Bra looked at her watch.
"Only eight-thirty." She said aloud, "we're gonna be here till at least eleven, probably later." She sighed and took a sip of her champagne. She didn't realize that a guy had sauntered up next to her until she felt his arm slip around her waist.
Bra turned to see if her hoping was coming a reality, but of course not. It was some guy she knew from her business associates. She couldn't even remember his name.
"Hey there," came his scratchy voice, to which Bra related to nails on a chalkboard, "you look lonely. Want some company?" Bra smiled a fake smile before taking his arm and un-slipping it from her waist.
"No thanks," Bra said, trying to be nice, "I'm taken tonight." The guy shrugged.
"So what?" He replied, "No one has to know…" He returned his arm to her waist.
"Yes it does," Bra said, obviously irritated now. She angrily ripped his hand from her waist and walked back into the house, looking for her brother. She was ready to go home.
Trunks was in the corner, making out feverishly with the same girl he was introduced to by Rush. She didn't care though, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" Trunks asked, peeved. Bra tapped her foot.
"I want to go home," She said, "I'm sick of this place." Trunks ignored her and returned back to his girl. Bra snorted and decided to look for Goten. If her brother wouldn't help her, maybe he would.
Bra searched everywhere for Goten, but she couldn't find him. He wasn't by the drinks, and wasn't by the food (surprisingly). She had just about given up when she saw him on the balcony.
Walking through the crowd, Bra saw that Goten wasn't alone. He was with another girl, and her heart was breaking with every step she took. She toughed it out and walked up, not caring what the other girl thought.
"Goten," Bra said, but Goten didn't even turn around.
"what Bra," he responded, "Don't you see I'm busy?" Bra frowned. What the hell is going on?
"Yes, I see that," Bra said, "But—" Goten cut her off.
"Sorry, Bra," Goten said, "this will have to wait." The girl he was talking to started to look a little scared.
"No! It can't wait!" Bra shouted. Goten turn to the girl, calmly.
"Hey, go wait inside for a minute." He told her, and she walked in the house, giving Bra a dirty look. Goten waited until the girl was out of site before beginning her rant.
"Bra, why are you so god damned annoying?!" Goten said, almost shouting. Bra was taken aback. "You follow me everywhere. I know you have a crush on me, but get over it. You're nothing but a little sister to me, and you'll be nothing more."
Tears started welling up in Bra's eyes.
"Just go away," Goten said, taking his voice down a notch, "Grow up a little bit." Goten didn't see the hand coming to slap him.
Bra followed through with her slap, the sound resonating around the balcony. Bra's momentum turned her around almost all the way, but during her spin, she didn't realize what had happened to Goten.
Her slap had caused him to slip off the balcony. Goten was probably just as shocked as Bra was and probably didn't even know what had happened until it was too late. Bra looked over the edge of the balcony.
Goten laid on the ground, unconscious.
Oh shit, what have I done? Bra thought. Bra quickly jumped over the edge, levitating down. She may not have had an interest in fighting, but she knew basic ki. She landed on the spot next to Goten and got a better look at him.
He was bleeding from the back of his head.
"Goten, oh god, "Bra said, "Goten, please wake up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to slap you. Goten!" But Goten didn't move. Bra checked his breathing, and it was still there, but she needed to get Trunks.
"Goten I'll be right back!" Bra said to the unconscious man before flying up to the balcony and running into the room.
Purple hair purple hair purple hair Bra thought as she searched for her brother's mop top. Finally she spotted it, over by the drink table. She started to run over to him, but stopped suddenly.
What am I going to tell him happened? Bra thought, Should I say he just fell? Yeah, if it comes up later, I'll just explain then.
Bra continued her run to her brother, almost knocking him over when she got there. He was not happy.
"Bra, what do you want now?" He asked, his patience thin. But something looked different in her eyes that before, Trunks noticed.
"Goten fell!" Bra said, "He fell off the balcony and he's unconscious! We need to help him!" Trunks dropped his drink and ran out to the balcony with his sister.
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Bra and Trunks waited in the ER, wanting to know what the diagnosis was. They had been there for more than three hours, still all garbed up, but most of all worrying their minds out.
Bra felt horrible. She didn't mean to hurt Goten. She just meant to prove a point. She now wished she never slapped him and that she could've changed the way she pestered him. She felt bad about that too.
Bra never realized she'd been an annoyance to him. Her brother, maybe, but not him. She guessed that she was too blind to see that. If he wasn't lost before, he was lost to her now for sure.
A man in a white coat approached the two demi-saiyajin siblings, tapping his clipboard.
"Mr. Briefs?" The man asked. Trunks nodded.
"What can you tell us, doc?" Trunks asked. The doctor's features were hardened.
"He is still unconscious, with a definite concussion. How high did you say he fell from again?" The doctor asked.
"Two stories," Bra said, "Right on his head." The doctor frowned.
"That isn't possible," he disagreed, "he would've died. But somehow he's alive if you're telling the truth." Bra nodded and smirked inside. Saiyajin can't die from such a fall. The doctor continued.
"His head catscan came back negative; there's no internal brain pressure. His vertebrae x-rays came back negative as well. You're friend is lucky. Let's just hope he wakes up soon." Bra and Trunks sighed.
"Can we see him?" Trunks asked. Bra nodded in agreement. The doctor thought for a moment.
"Yes, I suppose. But only for a few minutes." He replied. Then he lead the way.
Goten laid on his back, his head bandaged up. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, like nothing even happened. The doctor left Bra and Trunks in there by themselves, closing the door as he left.
"Trunks," Bra said, "I don't know why you're been being such a dick to me lately, But—" Trunks cut her off.
"Bra, this isn't the time for that." He said. Bra kept going.
"But I want to remedy anything that I did wrong. I didn't mean to do anything wrong. This happening tonight put into perspective how easily we could lose someone. I don't want that happening when I'm on someone's bad side. I just want us to be a good bro and sis again, like we used to be." Trunks's gaze softened at his sister.
"Bra, no matter what," Trunks said, "You're still my sister, and I'll love you, even though my actions may say otherwise." He pulled his sister into a hug. "I'll try my best from now on to be your friend as well." Bra smiled.
"Thanks Trunks," Bra said, "I appreciate it." Trunks just 'hmm'ed. He released his sister.
"I feel Gokuu's and Chi Chi's kis outside. I'll go talk to them. You wait here in case he wakes up." Trunks said. Bra just nodded and watched as Trunks walked out the door.
Bra pulled up a seat next to Goten's bed, taking his hand in hers.
"Goten, I'm sorry," Bra said, "When you wake up, don't be mad at me. Please." She put her head down on the bed, looking up into his sleeping face. Her eyes slowly shut, and soon she was asleep, her hand still in his.
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End Chapter 1: Catscans and X-Rays
Don't worry, next chapter gets it going into the romance. And I know Goten's and Trunks's attitudes seem a little OOC (especially Goten's), but that'll be explained in later chapters. Be a good reader, though, and review! Next chapter should be out hopefully on Sunday.