Disclaimer: Nothing's mine (duh)
AN: Sorry all for not updating my most recent T/P, but I'll get around to it (I promise!). It'll be easier when school is over...So anyway, until then here is a little something to satiate you.
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"Stop it!" The blue haired girl whimpered as she saw her purse go flying overhead. "Aw why, is the little girlie gonna cry?" A boy asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Angry, Bra flew foward and punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. The rest of the boys just smirked and continued in their game of monkey in the middle. "Lucky shot Bra." They sneered. Bra growled. She wished she could do something to fend off these bullies but without ever having been trained, she stood no chance. Bra growled low in her throat again and watched her bag a few more times before jumping up and managing to catch it. She turned and ran away from the boys and their insults.
"Hey Trunks." Bra said as she entered her kitchen out of breath. "Hey Bra, running?" ::More like running away.:: Bra thought, but said only "Uh huh." As she headed up to her room to do some homework.
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"You guys, this isn't even funny anymore!" Bra screamed as the boys chased her. Finally, she got tired and turned around. "Alright, I tried to handle things on my own, but if you don't stop I'm going to call my big brother." Bra told them, realizing just how childish she sounded. Apparently so did the boys. "Ooo Bra's gonna call her big brother to save her. Help Help!" He called in a high voice. The rest of the group laughed and moved in towards Bra, angered by her threat. Bra gulped. {{Trunks! Help!!!}} Bra called out through their sibling-bond. That bond could be a nuiscance or a blessing, and today it proved to be the latter.
{{Trunks! Help!!!}} Trunks fell out of his swivel chair. He had been sitting in his office, trying to balance a pencil on his nose until he heard Bra's call. ::Kuso! Bra!:: Trunks thought before he grabbed his sword out of his closet and took off out of the window. Just as he had left, his office door opened. "Trunks honey, did you finish those...No! Trunks!" Bulma cried. "Not out the window again!"
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The group of boys was advancing closer on Bra, and she found herself trying to hold back tears and trying not to show her fear. ::Man they're really pissed.:: She noticed. Just as they were about to pounce on her, Bra saw something that gave her hope. A flash of purple in the sky. "You okay Bra?" Trunks asked as he landed, his voice showing concern for his sister. Bra only nodded. "Alright you bakas, just what is your problem with my sister?" Trunks asked. The boys were perturbed about this man who could fly, but didn't want to let it affect their pride. "Hey man, we have no problem with your sister. Actually, we think she's quite the sexy whore. That's why we want her." One guy answered. Trunks growled. "My sister? A whore? I don't think so." Trunks said as he disappeared and reappeared behind the boy. He tapped his shoulder and the boy turned. Within seconds the guy was laying on a pile of shredded clothing, naked and unconcious. Trunks turned to the rest of the gang. "Anyone else?" All at once, they pounced on him. "Trunks!" Bra cried out, worried. But she soon realized she had nothing to worry about. As the dirt settled she saw her brother, sword sheathed, arms crossed, with her father's trademark smirk plastered across his face. He walked over to his sister. "You could have told me before." He said quietly, brushing hair out of her face. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Come on Bra, I'll fly you home." Trunks gathered his little sister in his arms and flew her back home, back to safety.
~Fin~
AN: So, you like? R/R people, it's only polite. For any of you who detect incest in here, puh-lease. Trunks is just being a protective, caring older brother.
AN: Sorry all for not updating my most recent T/P, but I'll get around to it (I promise!). It'll be easier when school is over...So anyway, until then here is a little something to satiate you.
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"Stop it!" The blue haired girl whimpered as she saw her purse go flying overhead. "Aw why, is the little girlie gonna cry?" A boy asked in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Angry, Bra flew foward and punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. The rest of the boys just smirked and continued in their game of monkey in the middle. "Lucky shot Bra." They sneered. Bra growled. She wished she could do something to fend off these bullies but without ever having been trained, she stood no chance. Bra growled low in her throat again and watched her bag a few more times before jumping up and managing to catch it. She turned and ran away from the boys and their insults.
"Hey Trunks." Bra said as she entered her kitchen out of breath. "Hey Bra, running?" ::More like running away.:: Bra thought, but said only "Uh huh." As she headed up to her room to do some homework.
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"You guys, this isn't even funny anymore!" Bra screamed as the boys chased her. Finally, she got tired and turned around. "Alright, I tried to handle things on my own, but if you don't stop I'm going to call my big brother." Bra told them, realizing just how childish she sounded. Apparently so did the boys. "Ooo Bra's gonna call her big brother to save her. Help Help!" He called in a high voice. The rest of the group laughed and moved in towards Bra, angered by her threat. Bra gulped. {{Trunks! Help!!!}} Bra called out through their sibling-bond. That bond could be a nuiscance or a blessing, and today it proved to be the latter.
{{Trunks! Help!!!}} Trunks fell out of his swivel chair. He had been sitting in his office, trying to balance a pencil on his nose until he heard Bra's call. ::Kuso! Bra!:: Trunks thought before he grabbed his sword out of his closet and took off out of the window. Just as he had left, his office door opened. "Trunks honey, did you finish those...No! Trunks!" Bulma cried. "Not out the window again!"
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The group of boys was advancing closer on Bra, and she found herself trying to hold back tears and trying not to show her fear. ::Man they're really pissed.:: She noticed. Just as they were about to pounce on her, Bra saw something that gave her hope. A flash of purple in the sky. "You okay Bra?" Trunks asked as he landed, his voice showing concern for his sister. Bra only nodded. "Alright you bakas, just what is your problem with my sister?" Trunks asked. The boys were perturbed about this man who could fly, but didn't want to let it affect their pride. "Hey man, we have no problem with your sister. Actually, we think she's quite the sexy whore. That's why we want her." One guy answered. Trunks growled. "My sister? A whore? I don't think so." Trunks said as he disappeared and reappeared behind the boy. He tapped his shoulder and the boy turned. Within seconds the guy was laying on a pile of shredded clothing, naked and unconcious. Trunks turned to the rest of the gang. "Anyone else?" All at once, they pounced on him. "Trunks!" Bra cried out, worried. But she soon realized she had nothing to worry about. As the dirt settled she saw her brother, sword sheathed, arms crossed, with her father's trademark smirk plastered across his face. He walked over to his sister. "You could have told me before." He said quietly, brushing hair out of her face. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "Come on Bra, I'll fly you home." Trunks gathered his little sister in his arms and flew her back home, back to safety.
~Fin~
AN: So, you like? R/R people, it's only polite. For any of you who detect incest in here, puh-lease. Trunks is just being a protective, caring older brother.