-1 BRA'S PREDICAMENT

Chapter 1: The Beginning

A/N Disclaimer I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

Bra daydreamed in her Modern History class as her teacher droned on about the civil war in some miniscule island far away. She pictured herself in a long white gown clutching a bouquet of flowers while music played sweetly in the background. She had just got to the part where the ring bearer handed her a golden sparkling ring when a harsh voice brought Bra out of her thoughts,

"Bra, stop daydreaming and concentrate on the task at hand, now who was the king at the time of the civil war?" Bra had no clue about any king in any civil war. "what country are we talking about again" Bra questioned in a tone that clearly represented how bored she was. The nerdy half of the class sighed and the teacher tutted disappointedly. "Britain" he eventually said, shaking his head. Bra pondered over this before asking "where's Britain?"

At this remark the teacher sighed once again and ushered Bra out of the classroom while pan sniggered.

"Bra I'm not sure if you realise but you are flunking History, with an average grade of F, you really need to pull yourself together." Her teacher paused, thinking " I'm going to assign you a mentor, maybe one of my A level students to help you on a one to one basis, you can pass this GCSE if you put your mind to it" Bra just stood there fiddling with her alice-band, she wondered what kind of nerd her teacher would choose to tutor her, but she never came close to imagining what lay in store for her….

Bra sat moodily in the classroom listening to the sounds of her classmates heading off to lunch. Pan gave her the thumbs up sign as she walked off.

"I've chosen a mentor for you, he might not pay much attention but he's a bright student, maybe helping you might inspire him to study more" her teacher said. Bra puzzled at his strange theory but nodded, not bothering to say anything back.

A few minutes later, the door was slammed open. "Why me, why do teachers always tell me they need to see me, I never do anything wrong" The speaker sounded annoyed and angry. The creaking door then swung back to reveal a boy in his late teens, and to Bra's horror, with a head of lavender hair and a scowl to match the smirk of her father…..

Trunks looked equally horrified as he stared at his sister then he said calmly: " No way am I going to tutor my sister I don't care if she's flunking or not and you can't make me either sir" Trunks sounded calm and relaxed but if you knew him well enough to look closely you could tell that inside trunks was anything but calm and relaxed.

" Why not Trunks, I don't see any problem with it and I'm quite sure that you will get on perfectly well together and both will gain skills and knowledge from working together" Trunks just stood there silently with his mouth hanging open, staring at the teacher.

"But…."

"No buts Trunks, I want you to start this afternoon meet me outside my office, you too Bra" The teacher answered sternly.

"Can't you get someone else to teach me?" Bra said hopefully "Like….. Um I dunno maybe Goten or someone?" The Teacher just sighed and replied

"as much as you would want Goten to tutor you, I'm afraid you would learn little if anything at all, no offence to the boy but he's as thick as two planks when it comes to History and… I don't think you would concentrate properly would you?" He smiled knowingly as he glanced up from his desk. Trunks face was screwed up as he desperately tried to stop himself from laughing. Bra just scowled and walked out of the classroom to lunch.

"Hey trunks wait up!" Goten ran up to Trunks who was sitting miserably on a bench staring down at the floor.

"what's up" Goten sat down on the bench next to him looking concerned.

"Nothing I'm just a bit annoyed that's all" Trunks said as Goten sat there and listened while trunks told the story…..

"I AM NOT AS THICK AS TWO PLANKS , HOW CAN THAT GIT SAY THAT, DOES HE THINK I'M STUPID?" Goten fumed

"well I wouldn't call you particularly intelligent, lets face it, you have the average IQ of a chicken Goten." Trunks said, grinning slightly at Goten.

"That's it" Goten rushed at Trunks who sprung up and legged it.

Later that Afternoon "Now Boys you should be very ashamed of yourselves, fighting in the playground, you should be setting an example to younger students" The headmistress droned on. Goten looked at the floor, very interested in his shoelaces. "I swear you cant get detention when you're doing A-Levels." Trunks muttered under his breath, "Now can I go, I need to see my French teacher, my PE teacher, my Maths teacher, my English teacher and my History teacher" Goten and the headmistress stared strangely as she dismissed both of them.

As Trunks walked off to see his long list of teachers, Goten said as tactfully as possible "why do you need to see all of those teachers?"

"They want to talk to me about my attitude in classes" Trunks replied rather crossly. Goten thought it was sensible to say not to say any more.