For some strange reason, Goten/Bra is my absolutely most favourite pairing from the non-canon ones. Let's see how I do with them. No GT.
Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim any rights to Dragon Ball/Z and related characters and settings. All of those belong, at least intellectually, to Akira Toriyama. Though I wouldn't mind having Mirai Trunks for myself *grins*
Bra had always been daddy's little girl. She knew it, her family knew it, everyone who had ever seen her interact with her father knew it. And for the longest time she didn't mind that fact at all. There was something empowering about the situation. A man who had once been a ruthless killer without a shred of mercy in him would do anything for her, all she had to do was ask. And ask she did, frequently and for the stupidest little things and her father always came through and she felt like a princess she really was.
And then she grew up.
She knew how it was supposed to happen. The teenagers were supposed to have conflicts with their parents. She expected those conflicts about curfews and allowances and clothes and loud music and friends who were not good enough for her because she was the Saiyan Princess and no pitiful being on this planet would ever reach her level. Bra had heard it all and she was getting ready to fight for her right to live as she wanted. And yet, no fight had ever occured. Whatever she might have done, her father never stayed angry with her.
She stayed out with her friends until morning. She spent all of her money on clothes she would never wear and cars she would never ride. She dressed up in miniskirts and lowly cut tops that would cause a coronary in any other ordinary father. She brought her friends to their home and they blasted the music on Bra's state-of-the-art sound system and all Vegeta had to say was to tune it down a bit.
Bra was confused and angry. She wasn't perfect. She did everything in her power to show as much to her father, to make him see she was just as tainted as the rest of them but he refused to see. And she was running out of options.
She needed more. She needed to rebel against that unrealistic picture her father had of her. For once she wanted to be treated like Trunks, like a real person with real faults. She wanted to be scolded, to be reminded that the world didn't revolve around her alone, that she wasn't perfect.
She wanted a rebellion of epic proportions. And if the fate didn't hand her one, she would make it herself.
The only subject where her father's benevolence cracked were the boys. The moment they registered her and more importantly she registered them, Vegeta shifted into the more traditional father role.
'No dating until she's sixteen' and even then it was because her mother had pointed out that had been the age when she herself had started dating. Vegeta would move the age line up to eighty if it was left to him alone.
She went out with the most popular guy in the school on her sixteenth birthday only to be disappointed when she wanted to see a horror movie and he went pale half-way through at the scene of a serial killer dismembering his victims. Bra asked him about that at the late dinner after, expressing her wonder why such an unrealistic scene would cause him discomfort. 'Everyone knows that the femur doesn't break like that under that angle', she commented as she popped a ketchup stained fry into her mouth and the guy excused himself and Bra shook her head, thinking him a wuss.
Bra wasn't a fighter in the strictest sense of the word. Her training was sporadic at best, she had only basics down but the Saiyan blood was in her nonetheless and she knew she couldn't be with a guy who didn't understand her world. Her next date was the junior karate champion and it all went well until they sparred together and she punched him into unconsciousness after which he confessed he wasn't sure he could date her anymore. She labeled him a chauvinist for being put off by a girl stronger than him.
There were other attempts at dating, all of them unsuccessful and she couldn't help but notice Vegeta's content expression at her every announcement of yet another date failure. Her father didn't want other men around her but with every unsuccessful venture into the dating world, Bra was starting to doubt whether she wanted a man around her, either.
But she needed a boyfriend. It was about the only thing that unsettled her father enough to shatter that idolized picture he had of her. She just needed to find someone who would fit all of her considerable criteria and piss off her father at the same time.
And that was when she properly took notice of Goten Son.
Goten had always been a part of her life. Her brother's best friend and kind of a brother to her too. Someone who was willing to listen to her complaints when she had been younger, who had taken her and Pan to have an ice-cream when their parents had been busy, someone who was strong and loyal and nice and never once idolized her.
He had called her a spoiled brat a couple of times, ruffling her hair playfully while she had frowned and taken a swipe at him that he had easily dodged and laughed at her afterwards.
He was good looking with that boyish charm still present in his eyes. He was a half-Saiyan like her, someone who wouldn't be squicked out by a discussion of a gory movie and its inaccuracies, someone who wouldn't pout if she managed to beat him in a spar - as unlikely as the event was.
And he was older than her by thirteen years. It was a perfect setup. If dating Goten didn't prove to her father she was no longer his little girl, nothing would.
Bra had made up her mind. Goten Son would become her rebellion against the label everyone placed on her and they both would enjoy every minute of it. She would make sure of that.
A/N: Short intro to whet your interest. Well?
