DRAGONBALL Z

DISCLAIMER: Don't own~!

A/N: The remastered version! Lol.


MY OWN TWO FEET

CHAPTER ONE: CHANGE

A small sigh escaped her lips as she watched Marron giggle and hold up the magazine, a muscle-bound oiled-up fire-fighter clearly visible on the glossy page.

"Oh isn't he gorgeous!" laughed Marron, kicking together her sneakers as she lay on her stomach. The pale blue quilt of Bra's bed gathering in messy folds around the blonde girl.

"I suppose" muttered Bra from her desk, spinning about gently on her office chair. The one that she'd nicked from her mother's labs at least a week ago – Bra was honestly surprised that someone hadn't come looking for it yet. Long blue locks fluttering about as she bopped her head to the music being emitted from her stereo, a blank look upon her face.

With a grunt of disapproval, Marron propped herself up. Her eyes firmly focused on her childhood friend. "Are you alright?" asked the blonde, dropping her magazine to crawl closer to Bra. "Is there something on your mind?" For a ditzy blonde with a doting father and a hard-arsed mother, Marron was pretty good at sensing things. Things like people's moods. Just like the mood she was sensing now.

"Eh? No, what makes you think that?" Bra replied, her chin shooting up as she looked away. Jaw and arms tensed.

"Well firstly, you look almost as uptight as your father" said the blonde, sitting at the beds edge and leaning forward. Her bright yellow top hanging loose on her thin frame. Marron was thin, too thin and Bra knew exactly why. After a lifetime of watching Master Roshi's favourite television dramas (all featuring stick thin models), listening to her father's idea's about real women and the nightmares that had haunted her everynight for the last three years, Marron had developed more than a few quirky traits.

"Come off it!" snapped the blue-haired girl, settling down to look her companion in the eyes.

"I'm serious. Also, since when do you not give a shit about boys? We're sixteen, we like boys! We like boys A LOT" Maron exclaimed as she dove back to grab her magazine, pointing ferociously to the same picture of the fire-fighter. Her frantic movements –and the fact that Marron had forgotten that she was seventeen while Bra was only sixteen - sending Bra's already aching head spinning.

"I do like boys! I do! I guess… I'm just not feeling interested today" Bra exclaimed, tapping her scarlet flat slip-ons against Marron's heavily graffitied black Converse. Quirky fact: Marron only ever wears converse now, ever since Goku had pointed out how cute they looked one day. Why Marron ever listened to Goku's fashion advice Bra never knew but the blonde seemed to listen to the Saiyan's every breath.

"I noticed" sighed the yellow and black clad teen, her hand shooting up to fiddle with her earrings. An early birthday gift from her father, Krillin. "Listen, I better go. Dad's going to take me to the movies, I don't want to be late or anything" she said, giving Bra a quick pat on the arm and a quiet goodbye. Bra would never admit it but she adored the way Krillin took Marron out all the time, it made her wish her own father was just that little bit more hands-on.

"Yeah, okay" whispered Bra to herself as the bedroom door clicked shut. The footsteps of her friend barely audible over her mother's ranting aimed squarely at her father. The father she was apparently acting like right now.

She rubbed her arms, rejoicing in the warmth it produced but also enraged that this was the third time her recent attitude problem had led to Marron leaving with a cold goodbye. With a huff, the blue haired half-Saiyan leapt to her feet. Dragging herself out onto the balcony that she had absolutely begged Bulma to let her have. Bra leant over, her hands resting on the railing as she breathed in the cold air of the evening. Grunting, she dropped her head into her hands. "What's happening to me?" she exclaimed as she tugged at her hair, big blue eyes blinking back the tears that were forming.

"You tell me" came a coarse voice from behind her, making Bra jump. Without thinking she spun around, almost colliding with the man behind her.

"Daddy?" she gasped. Her nose almost touching his colossal chest. Bra's azure eyes searched her father's face, looking for some sign of emotion.

With a sigh, Vegeta let himself relax, a luxury he rarely allowed himself. Taking a step to the right, he sat on the wrought-iron railing of Bra's balcony. A smile crossing his face as he gazed down at the garden below.

"You and Goku really tore up the yard today" chuckled Bra, looking down at her feet as she leant her back against the railing. The darkness enveloping the father and daughter duo.

"That's not what I'm here to talk about, girl" said Vegeta, arching his neck to get a better look at the prize petunia's he had the pleasure of ruining earlier. It was a pleasure too, he'd enjoyed every minute of it. He hated those flowers, he really, really hated them.

"Dad…"

"Shut up and listen" snapped the Saiyan Prince, his piercing eyes locking onto his daughter's wide ones. "Your mother sent me up here, do you know that? She thinks something is wrong with you, she thinks you're hiding something from us" he continued, leaning forward slightly and speaking in a hushed tone. Trying not to show his own concern. Showing concern was not something Saiyan royalty did, at least, Vegeta's father had never shown him much concern.

Bra smiled, sighing peacefully and leaning further back. Not surprised in the slightest that her restlessness and discomfort had become noticeable to those around her. Rather, she was sort of glad that someone was asking her about it.

"Dad, I'm fine" she said, patting Vegeta's hand softly. While Vegeta was not an affectionate man, in private he would allow such coddling.

"I'd like to believe that… but I don't know if I can" he said, pulling away. Black hair shimmering in the pale moonlight. Its handsome tufts making Bra wish she looked a little more like her royal blooded father.

"I see…" mumbled the teenager, brushing the hair away from her face before bending to fix her shoes. Anything to look like she wasn't paying attention.

"Just… Just tell me what wrong. Please" Vegeta stressed the last word, his rough voice almost hissing it out. The request making Bra fling around and gaze angrily at him.

"I told you, nothing is wrong!" she grunted, slapping him on the shoulder. Reeling backwards as she realised what she had done. "S-sorry" she gushed. Her hands clasping together as she tried to look away. Had she really hit him?

"Dad, there really isn't anything wrong. I've just… I've just been thinking, you know, that I don't want to do this anymore" Bra exclaimed.

"What do you mean by that?" her father growled, a pang of fear creeping through him as he thought of his child developing so called "emo" habits. He'd watched enough television to noticed the trends and odd ways of children on Earth, though he'd always thought his daughter was above such things.

"All I ever seem to do is shop, shop, shop and shop! I'm sick of it! Look at you and Trunks, you're training day after day to become something, to become better… You know Dad, it just makes me wonder, if maybe…just maybe, there's something better out there for me" revealed Bra, edging closer to her stoic father. "Do you understand?"

"Yes" whispered Vegeta, a glove clad hand slowly crawling out from its place on his lap. He smiled, placing his hand atop her head. Patting his blue headed daughter fondly.

"Thank you" whispered Bra, her hands pressed against her heart as she closed her eyes. Relishing the rare act of affection.

"Your mother won't buy that all you want is some career direction" Vegeta sighed as he drew back his hand. His legs swinging back onto the balcony. With a quick stride the mighty full-blood strode back into the bedroom, looking back to see what his daughter would retort with.

Laughing, Bra looked up at the stars, taking a few precious moments to think up a decent excuse. "Just tell mum that I'm gay or a drug addict or something, it's the conclusion she's going to come to anyway" Bra huffed, waving goodnight as her father left her. Leaving Bra to consider what she had revealed to her beloved, all be it gruff, father.

"Alright, so it's a career change I'm after" she said to herself, gazing up at the waxy moon. Her thin hand raised above her head, she unfocused her eyes, pretending to enclose her grasp around the white, mystical orb in the sky. "Perhaps, something slightly exciting" Bra whispered as she pushed off the railing, stepping back into her pastel-colour themed room. Her eyes growing heavy as she crawled onto her bed, mind racing with thoughts about the future.

"Yeah, something exciting…"