By Granny Adams... and The Peedling
Chapter 01
"Ohhhhhhhm." Bra sat in a simple lotus position on a downed, plush, royal purple pillow. It was late night, and the moon gleamed, a perfect sphere. In a deep state of thought, Bra did not realize that behind her a dark figure was silently lurking. "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!" Bra jumped into the air as a result of Pan's escapade. "PAAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I WAS MEDITATING! I HATE YOU..you die!"
...jump to present tense...
Bra leaps at Pan throwing a series of punches. Pan grabs Bra's wrist, twisting it and thrusting her forward towards a most flattening fate. Bra kick turned off her flowered wall, hurtling towards Pan's outstretched fist. Ouch. Bra's nose shatters; Pan tosses her a Senzu bean. Bra snarls throwing wild punches at Pan's sore spots. One gets through Pan's defenses, sending her careening into the big screen, high definition television. Bra shrugs, "Daddy'll buy me a new one." Bra charges a ki blast, yet Pan ducks and Bra's vanity betrays her as the ki blast reflects off her mirror and crashes into her stomach. The force sends Bra sailing through her newly furnished, oak door into the not so empty hallway.
...back to the future... ...
Trunks stared out his window, a salty tear shlumping down his picturesque face. " No, why am I crying? Crying is a sign of weakness. Or so he says. Its not right that I am afraid to cry. Crying is a way that I can express my true feelings. If I do not cry, my conflicting emotions stay bottled up inside my head. Almost like the bubbles that are trapped inside the coke bottle on my bed table. -looks over his shoulder to the coke- ..Pressure builds up, and then, when it finds someone to open the cap, it explodes! I need someone who isn't afraid to open the cap..now, all I have is a father who disapproves of me. His ideal son is one of perfect masculinity. Don't' get me wrong, I am no homosexual. I looooooove the ladies. -tucks a piece of hair behind his ear- I can't live up to his expectations. I'm drowning...drowning in the lakes of my father, and I don't know how to swim! No longer can I live in this household of emotional deprivation. I need air! I must leave this place. GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!" he throws the door off its hinges and tosses it behind him. He storms down the hallway with one thought in mind---
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
"Oww! BRA! Thanks for bashing into me! You made me lose my train of thought." yells a confused Trunks. "What was I going to do? Oh yeah.. turkey sandwich, Mmmmm...MOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!" Bulma's voice is heard in the distance, "What was that honey?" Bra screams back, "Nothing, only Trunks' inability to send impulses down his spinal cord to inform his arms to simply grab the turkey daddy bought last weekend and slap it on the bread you made last night and cut off the crusts just the way he likes it." "Oh, thanks hon." Pan cocks her head, "Wow.. that was weird."