Disclaimer: Own DBZ I do not.
A/N: This was originally going to be just one long chapter, but then I started writing and it's now over nine pages. And I haven't even finished it yet! That's right! I haven't finished writing it yet. I wasn't going to post anything until I was done, but I figured that getting it up would prompt me to finish. I'm almost done, I know how it's going to end, and I have the first few chapters done so don't worry.
A/N2: By the way---this will also eventually be a songfic. I also don't own "Night Like This" by Trick Pony.
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On A Night Like This
By Sparrow
Bra stalked out of the schoolyard after the last echoes of the final bell faded away and headed towards home. As she walked she glared at the large red mark on the paper she held in her hand. She had failed her English test. "What do they expect from me?" she fumed. "I'm a math genius, not an English wizard." The failing grade had been the topper of an already terrible day. She had woken up late and hadn't had time to tame her sleep-mussed hair, had spilled coffee on her favorite skirt, she'd had an allergic reaction to something in her chemistry class and had spent two hours with puffy, watery eyes, sneezing her brains out, and she had forgotten her lunch capsules at home along with all of her money. Missing out on a meal was one of the worst fates that a Saiyan (or a demi-saiyan) could endure. She had spent her lunch hour alternating between cursing herself, begging spare food off of friends, and lamenting the fact that Goku and his Instant Transmission technique were never around when she needed them.
She sighed at the thought of what her mother would say about the grade. Probably something along the same lines as her teacher. "I realize that English is not your favorite subject, but it is important for you to put as much effort into this class as you do your other studies in order for you to a have well-rounded education. You may not think so yet, but someday these skills may come in handy blah blah blah……" Bra's shoulders slumped at the prospect and she dragged her feet on her walk home.
She soon regretted doing this however as one of those sudden spring showers decided to start. Bra was quickly drenched and in an even more foul mood than before. 'Great', she thought, 'This outfit is dry-clean only.' With a growl of frustration she blasted off into the sky, deciding that the low-visibility caused by the rain would keep people from noticing her ascent. Besides, having her secret discovered would be preferable at this point, than catching pneumonia.