Bra and 17's Legend
Chapter 1 "Faithful Encounter"
He wasn't sure why he was there. He'd never been there before nor was it his type of scene. Usually he would waste his Saturday nights at a local bar playing pool and picking up girls. Oh yes, and getting into the occasional bar fight with some big brute biker who didn't like the fact that his "woman" couldn't help but stare at the man with the ice blue eyes and boyish good looks.
Of course most of the time he provoked the situation by candidly hitting on all the girls there. He knew he was hard to resist and so far he had a perfect record of scoring with every girl he targeted. But for some out of character reason he just didn't feel like playing the usual game to get laid.
Instead he found himself at the opening of the newest trendy dance club in Star City. It was suppose to be by invitation only, strictly VIP. However, your name doesn't have to be on the guest list when you can break the bouncer like a twig.
"Pathetic humans," 17 scoffed as he downed his second Rusty Nail at the bar. The minute he had walked into the club and saw the packed dance floor, pulsating lights, and heard the repetitive trance music the DJ was spinning he proceeded straight to the bar, took a seat and started a long night of drinking.
He was about to blow the joint when he couldn't help pick up the conversation between two guys standing nearby. A conversation that perked his interest slightly.
"Did you hear who's performing tonight?" The blonde preppy looking guy asked his dark curly haired friend.
"I know! I can't wait. She's so hot!" His friend replied as they received their drinks and made their way back to the dance floor hoping to get as close to the stage as possible.
"Hot performer huh?" 17 thought to himself, debating whether he should stay and see what the fuss was all about. So far none of the scantily dressed, overly made up females had really caught his eyes. It wasn't that his standards were high, anyone of the many willing girls that had been checking him out would do to take home, he just hadn't decided yet.
It was then that the DJ turned down the song that had been playing to introduce the nights live performer. His heightened hearing could have caught the name over the loud hootering and hollering of the crowd had he been trying. Instead he turned his attention back to his now empty glass and contemplated which drink to order next. Preferably something much stronger.
"Love has got me caught up, drives me to the door. Every little piece is like knocking at your door." A seductive voice sang from center stage.
17 slowly raised his head and turned towards the stage. It wasn't the voice that had caught his interest. It was the energy that was radiating from the girl in a skin tight purple leather mini dress singing and dancing her heart out………
Her heart was racing, not from nerves but from sheer excitement and anticipation. It was a rush of adrenaline every time she was about to perform. But the feeling that surged thru her body as she performed was a million times better.
The blue haired girl took a few deep breaths as the music began before stepping out onto the stage ……..
"Love has got me caught up, drives me to the door. Every little piece is like knocking at your door." Bra sang as she looked out into the crowd of adoring fans. She nearly stopped dead in her tracks as she locked eyes with the raven haired, blue eye guy at the back of the club.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me, can't you see the signs? Written by a maniac, who's love has made me blind" Bra instantly recovered and continued singing and moving to the music. It was the slightest of slip ups that only a professional would have noticed but she was sure her unexpected watcher had picked up on her tiny error.
"Can't deny your voice it gets me high. Just a little taste, shook my life and hit me like a drum" Bra sang and moved to the Latin style rhythm determined not to let the unexpected intruder staring her down get to her.
"Hey, hey, hey! I feel the mambo, the mambo, you make my heart move. Hey, hey, hey! Just like the mambo I let it out." Bra had the crowd jumping and singing aloud to the contagious beat. She refused to let the androids unexpected presence get to her and ruin her performance.
"You are my obsession, stuck into my heart. Never let you here to run, never set apart." Bra danced around the stage smiling at the crowd, but also keeping a close eye on 17. She couldn't be certain what his intentions were but had he been there to start trouble he would have done it already.
She couldn't begin to guess why he was there. From what she was told he had secluded himself after he and the rest of Dr. Gero's android had been defeated. In fact if it wasn't for his obvious resemblance to one of her best friend's mom she wouldn't have recognized him or known to be cautious and suspicious.
"Do it, do it, do it. Come and stay the night. Wake up in a fantasy and take your time." Bra smirked as she knew her suggestive lyrics where hitting all the right notes with the eligible and non eligible guys in the audience.
Bra finished her song without incident and to the overwhelming applause from everyone in the club. Well, everyone except a certain someone that had be plaguing her mind all throughout her performance. She stepped down onto the dance floor and into a gathering of male admirers. She paused to greet and even kiss on the cheek some of her more devoted fans she had gotten to know as acquaintances over the years.
She couldn't help but notice that 17 was no longer at the back bar. She could only assume he had left. With the coast being apparently clear she decided to make her way to the bar to get a drink.
"Speak of the devil" Bra gasped surprised to see the subject of her suspicion right in front of her. So dangerously close that he was invading her personal space. With her high heel stilettos she was practically at eye level with him.
"I didn't know Vegeta's little princess could move like that" 17 stated with a sly smile skipping the pleasantries and cutting straight to the point. There was no need to deny that they both knew exactly who the other person was.
Bra's long blue hair, the fact that she was nearly a carbon copy of her mother when she was younger combined with her father's attitude was a dead giveaway. Her ki also had Saiyan written all over it.
Gradually he started remembering his niece talking about one of her best friend. He had even seen a picture of two girls with Marron at his sister's house. One was the daughter of Goku's oldest son and the other girl in the picture had to have been the person standing in front of him. The picture must have been taken when they girls were in middle school. Inseparable at the time, but no doubt had drifted apart in adulthood. He couldn't even remember when the last time his family made any mention of her.
"And you're the last person I'd except to run into in a place like this" Bra stated interrupting his thoughts. Snapping out of it he watched as she effortlessly side stepped and walked right past him. He watched her walk away towards the bar he had occupied earlier swaying her hips as she strutted away.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" 17 asked joining her uninvited as she ordered the clubs strongest and most expensive shot of tequila.
"I'm legal" Bra retorted taking her shot without the assistance of lime or salt. She was mildly disappointed when she noticed the android wasn't impressed.
"It must be because he knows my heritage" Bra concluded to herself. It was a known fact that human liquor had little to no affect on even half Saiyans. For guys who had no idea she could easily drink them under the table they were always more than impressed. In fact they were usually turned on by that move.
"What about you? Aren't you technically still a teenager?" Bra changed tactics. This wasn't the usually fanboy drooling over her she could easily manipulate. No, if his reputation preceded him he would be a more interesting challenge.
"Technically yes." 17 didn't disagree ordering another Rusty Nail before adding, "But then I've technically been a teenager for a while." He smirked before drinking his scotch and whisky concoction. Placing the empty glass back on the bar he nonverbally signaled that it was her turn to make a move.
"A Rusty Nail? Wouldn't rust be like cancer to an android" Bra laughed at her own cleverness. It wasn't that she had any real reason to dislike 17. After all they had never met. All she had to go by were stories she heard from many of the Z fighters. In fact she couldn't remember her friend Marron ever really talking about her allusive uncle. But then again it had been years since she really hung out with one of her best friends.
Bra had to suppress a small sigh when she realized just how far she had her two childhood best friends had grown apart. They had all gone to different high schools where the differences in their personalities, which had always been there really became amplified to the point they recognized they never had much in common.
It was no surprise to anyone that Bra had been accepted to the most prestigious private school. The demanding curriculum was a breeze compared to her mother's great expectation and constant pressuring that she had to get into the country's best collage. All the studying left her with no time for a social life. It wasn't until college that she really had time to pursue her passion in music and fashion, but by then she had a whole new set of friends and the only time she really saw Pan and Marron were at family gatherings where they would try to catch up but it never felt the same as when they were kids.
"That's funny coming from a monkey." 17 jabbed interrupting Bra's look back at her life and fueling her increasing dislike for him. He smiled feeling her ki flare knowing he had hit a nerve. If they weren't in a public place she probably would have blasted him. "If she even knows how" he thought to himself amused by the fiery girl's reaction.
"Oh how original. Like I haven't heard that one before." Bra rolled her eyes. She was used to any insult making references to Saiyans as monkeys. It seemed that everyone resorted to that as the most basic of all insults. He was defiantly rubbing her the wrong way, which made it near to impossible not to judge him.
There was so much she wanted to ask him. If it was true he tried to take over the world. Was he an android in the truest definition or more like a cyborg. Oh and the cabin. Did he really live in a cabin out in the woods? Bra was about to start asking him a million question when he unexpectedly started to make his exit.
"Well it's been fun princess but this place has lost its appeal" 17 casually tried to make it sound like he was getting bored with her. It seemed they were both playing the I don't want you game.
"Unless you'd like to continue this amusing little spar of words back at my place." 17 paused looking the girl's curves over slowing resting his sight on her cleavage which did not go unnoticed by the object of his craving.
"Sorry, but I refuse to have a battle of wits with someone who is obviously unarmed." Bra shot down the android's advances, unknowingly ruining his perfect record. She disappeared into the pack of club goers leaving 17 exactly like she wanted.
Wanting more………
Author's note- Hello! For all of you that might remember me I know it's been years. For some reason I got the inspiration to start writing again. Now that I'm older I think I can retell this story much better than the original.