Notes: I do not own any of these characters but I own this story, my little work of art to keep me sane in the world today. Sorry if some details are off, I've only just been introduced to Cell in Dragonball Z over here in England so all I know about GT I've read off the Internet. Enjoy.
Vegeta stood outside the capsule corps as he watched Trunks throw some punches in the air, he was making the boy train after all he was beginning to slack. But then again his sister was no better, Vegeta thought as he saw Bra pulling out of the garage in her car. Off shopping probably, that brat really needs to be sorted out, trained. She hadn't trained since she was just a child and with the amount of enemies Vegeta had out in the world, she had to be able to defend herself. Trunks noticed his father's gaze running after Bra and he smiled, although Vegeta's face was set in a scowl Trunks could read the worry Vegeta held over his sister in his eyes. Vegeta suddenly felt Trunks eyes upon him and he spat at him "Get back to training brat, I haven't got time to waste here." Vegeta stormed off inside the house in a huff as Trunks gazed off into the distance where Bra had been and he whispered softly into the air "don't worry about Bra dad, she can look after herself…" Trunks shrugged as he walked towards the gravity room "…I think"
Bra drove into the dark ally and parked before a old building covered with fairy lights and a flashing neon sign above the door which read "X-clusive." It was the back entrance to the hip new club in town. She opened the door and stepped out as she looked on at the threatening gang before her who watched the door into the club. She walked around to the bonnet and quickly got out her shopping bag slamming the door behind her. She looked on at the well-dressed thugs and threw a guy her keys "Park my car in the lot around the corner." He nodded and she strolled straight inside the club walking right through the gang. Bra walked in to find a lot of street people inside the privet area in the back but she walked right past them and walked up the stairs to the left of the room and she walked into the offices, her private office. The room itself was lilac, with a dressing table with mirror beside a dressing screen in the corner. At the opposite end of the room was her desk and some comfy dark purple chairs. She walked in to see a familiar face of a smiling black man, dressed in a red shirt and black pant's. He wore a black and red bandanna, and was sitting on her desk. Bra pointed at him to sit on a chair and he hopped off. "Westley, what are you doing up here?" She walked past her male friend and walked behind her dressing screen to change into her new outfit as she listened to his reply "A guy want's to see you downstairs, personally. I don't like him…" Bra reappeared dressed in a short black dress with a open heart neck and black leather knee high boots " You don't like anyone but me." She walked up to her mirror and began to do her hair as she listened to him "Blue, I'm serious, This guy fought his way in and he ain't from this town. He demanded to talk to you, so I told him to wait in the lobby. He's still there now." Bra finished pinning up her hair on top of her head in a mass of spikes and she turned to him "You know what he want's?" Westley shook his head "No, wouldn't tell a soul. He only want's to talk to the queen of the streets" Bra walked over silently to her desk and opened her top draw and picked out a sleek black pistol and she placed it inside her left boot "Tell him I'm on my way down." Westley looked down at the concealed gun "And that's for???" Bra smiled "Just a precaution." And he left the office room while Bra phoned home only to receive the answering machine "Mom, I'm staying late at the mall tonight. Catching a movie with some friends from school, see ya later."
Bra walked into the main part of the club full of dancing bodies and she could see the men eyeing her up already as she strolled into the lobby area. Before her sat an oldish looking man, with slicked back hair and a pinstripe suit on. He looked up at her with cold blue eyes and smiled at her as she took the seat beside him "Blue, The queen of the streets I presume." Bra took her drink from a waiter and replied "That's me, who are you?" The man smiled at her again "I am Mr Ethda and I have a proposition for you." Bra smiled, replying "What sort of proposition Mr Ethda?" Mr Ethda pulled out a sheet of cream paper from inside his jacket and placed it upon the table. Bra traced her fingers along the gold righting upon it as she picked it up "It's an invitation for you and your group to attend a compition of skills against my people." Bra looked suspiciously at the man "What's the point?" The man laughed "It's true that you don't miss anything, the point is that I want to find the strongest people on this earth to battle and see if I can surpass them all." Bra suddenly laughed, this man was so much like her own father, and once she had calmed down she replied "you want to fight me" he shook his head "at first the contestant's will be put against my strongest men The finalist's will fight me." Bra raised her eyebrow "Finalist's" The man sighed "all battles will consist of 3 warriors of a certain criteria. There would be all the best warriors from all over the world." Bra smiled "count me in then, it should be very interesting." The old man stood "Thank you Blue." And he left the room. Bra sat there recalling her conversation when Westley walked in "What was that about?" Bra raised an eyebrow at her concerned friend "Just been invited to a match of skills" Westley suddenly grinned "Ha, like anyone can beat you Blue, you are known as the queen of the streets. You're the best." Bra smirked "Nice to know that you have faith in me." Her facial expression suddenly changed into a look of determination "Westley, can you gather the gang up for a emergency meeting in my office?" Westley looked across at her slightly confused "Sure thing." Bra stood "thanks. I'll see everyone in my office okay." And she strutted off invitation in hand.
Vegeta stood outside the capsule corps as he watched Trunks throw some punches in the air, he was making the boy train after all he was beginning to slack. But then again his sister was no better, Vegeta thought as he saw Bra pulling out of the garage in her car. Off shopping probably, that brat really needs to be sorted out, trained. She hadn't trained since she was just a child and with the amount of enemies Vegeta had out in the world, she had to be able to defend herself. Trunks noticed his father's gaze running after Bra and he smiled, although Vegeta's face was set in a scowl Trunks could read the worry Vegeta held over his sister in his eyes. Vegeta suddenly felt Trunks eyes upon him and he spat at him "Get back to training brat, I haven't got time to waste here." Vegeta stormed off inside the house in a huff as Trunks gazed off into the distance where Bra had been and he whispered softly into the air "don't worry about Bra dad, she can look after herself…" Trunks shrugged as he walked towards the gravity room "…I think"
Bra drove into the dark ally and parked before a old building covered with fairy lights and a flashing neon sign above the door which read "X-clusive." It was the back entrance to the hip new club in town. She opened the door and stepped out as she looked on at the threatening gang before her who watched the door into the club. She walked around to the bonnet and quickly got out her shopping bag slamming the door behind her. She looked on at the well-dressed thugs and threw a guy her keys "Park my car in the lot around the corner." He nodded and she strolled straight inside the club walking right through the gang. Bra walked in to find a lot of street people inside the privet area in the back but she walked right past them and walked up the stairs to the left of the room and she walked into the offices, her private office. The room itself was lilac, with a dressing table with mirror beside a dressing screen in the corner. At the opposite end of the room was her desk and some comfy dark purple chairs. She walked in to see a familiar face of a smiling black man, dressed in a red shirt and black pant's. He wore a black and red bandanna, and was sitting on her desk. Bra pointed at him to sit on a chair and he hopped off. "Westley, what are you doing up here?" She walked past her male friend and walked behind her dressing screen to change into her new outfit as she listened to his reply "A guy want's to see you downstairs, personally. I don't like him…" Bra reappeared dressed in a short black dress with a open heart neck and black leather knee high boots " You don't like anyone but me." She walked up to her mirror and began to do her hair as she listened to him "Blue, I'm serious, This guy fought his way in and he ain't from this town. He demanded to talk to you, so I told him to wait in the lobby. He's still there now." Bra finished pinning up her hair on top of her head in a mass of spikes and she turned to him "You know what he want's?" Westley shook his head "No, wouldn't tell a soul. He only want's to talk to the queen of the streets" Bra walked over silently to her desk and opened her top draw and picked out a sleek black pistol and she placed it inside her left boot "Tell him I'm on my way down." Westley looked down at the concealed gun "And that's for???" Bra smiled "Just a precaution." And he left the office room while Bra phoned home only to receive the answering machine "Mom, I'm staying late at the mall tonight. Catching a movie with some friends from school, see ya later."
Bra walked into the main part of the club full of dancing bodies and she could see the men eyeing her up already as she strolled into the lobby area. Before her sat an oldish looking man, with slicked back hair and a pinstripe suit on. He looked up at her with cold blue eyes and smiled at her as she took the seat beside him "Blue, The queen of the streets I presume." Bra took her drink from a waiter and replied "That's me, who are you?" The man smiled at her again "I am Mr Ethda and I have a proposition for you." Bra smiled, replying "What sort of proposition Mr Ethda?" Mr Ethda pulled out a sheet of cream paper from inside his jacket and placed it upon the table. Bra traced her fingers along the gold righting upon it as she picked it up "It's an invitation for you and your group to attend a compition of skills against my people." Bra looked suspiciously at the man "What's the point?" The man laughed "It's true that you don't miss anything, the point is that I want to find the strongest people on this earth to battle and see if I can surpass them all." Bra suddenly laughed, this man was so much like her own father, and once she had calmed down she replied "you want to fight me" he shook his head "at first the contestant's will be put against my strongest men The finalist's will fight me." Bra raised her eyebrow "Finalist's" The man sighed "all battles will consist of 3 warriors of a certain criteria. There would be all the best warriors from all over the world." Bra smiled "count me in then, it should be very interesting." The old man stood "Thank you Blue." And he left the room. Bra sat there recalling her conversation when Westley walked in "What was that about?" Bra raised an eyebrow at her concerned friend "Just been invited to a match of skills" Westley suddenly grinned "Ha, like anyone can beat you Blue, you are known as the queen of the streets. You're the best." Bra smirked "Nice to know that you have faith in me." Her facial expression suddenly changed into a look of determination "Westley, can you gather the gang up for a emergency meeting in my office?" Westley looked across at her slightly confused "Sure thing." Bra stood "thanks. I'll see everyone in my office okay." And she strutted off invitation in hand.