'Sweet Revenge'
Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/Gt though I wish I did... except for Gt. I think it sucks.
Ages:
Trunks: 16
Bra: 18
Goten: 17
Last time: "I wish that Trunks Brief was a six teen year old girl, and that Bra Brief was an eighteen-year-old boy!" She yelled to Shenron.
Chapter Two: "THIS MEANS WAR!"
Trunks Brief awoke the next morning with a yawn and a big stretch. He noticed how big his sleeves were; hanging down like bell sleeves. Crawling out of bed, he made a weird face. His pants were too big and kept slipping off his waist. Making a face he trampled into the bathroom.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Trunks screamed loudly, grabbing a handful of his now shoulder length lavender hair. He had the curves of a sixteen-year-old with some not so small breasts. His blue eyes were now a lighter shade, and his lips were thinner than usual. In fact, she seemed shorter by a lot.
Bra, who had heard her brother's screaming, ran into his bathroom. There, she let out an earsplitting scream. She had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and couldn't take it. Her aqua hair was cut in the same style as Trunks had been; and was now a lot taller. The muscles weren't too big, but big enough to see that she was beginning to work out. Her pajama pants were a little above her knee; and her shirt was up to her elbows; both stretching out.
The two looked at each other up and down before screeching.
Bra grabbed Trunks face and felt silky skin; then grabbed the shoulder length hair and yanked it, causing Trunks to yelp. "What did you do?!" Bra yelled, yanking the hair again.
Trunks pulled her long hair from his grasp and rubbed the top of her head. "I didn't do anything! You must've done something." Her voice sounded almost exactly like Bra's child voice, only a little deeper.
Glaring at his sister, Bra growled. "Let's go to mom, she might know what do." His voice sounded like Trunks' when he was fighting Buu with Goten.
"Ok, let's go." Trunks nodded her head before taking of running after her used to be sister. She stopped in the middle as Bra slowed down to a stop.
"How can you run with these things? They hurt!" Trunks exclaimed, holding her chest.
Bra turned to her and smirked. "It's called a training bra Trunks."
Her eyes widen slightly before turning her attention back the door of her mother's lab. "Aren't you going to open Bra?"
Nodding his head; the used to be sixteen year old twisted the metal doorknob. It didn't open the door, so he moved backwards and rammed into the door.
But at that exact same moment, the mother of them both opened up the door. She watched as her son came flying forward and landed on the ground with a thud.
"Mom!" Trunks shrilled, making Bulma look at her, "What happened to us?! I'm now a girl with a high pitched voice! How can I train? Even worse.. how can I show my face in public?" She gasped dramatically and fell over onto the floor.
"And how can I go on my date and wear my nice clothes!" Bra whined, back on her two feet, "I can't go anywhere like this!" He motioned to his now male body, and his newly cut hair.
Sighing, Bulma sat down on her wooden work stool. Placing her elbow on her leg, she put her chin in her hand and smiled at the two. "I know exactly what's going on with you two. I was tired of your consent tricks and arguing, so I did this too you."
The girl and boy stood there gaping with their mouths hanging wide open. Four blue eyes were wide as their arms dangled lazily at their sides.
"Mother!" Bra protested, finally getting his voice back, "How long do we have to stay like this? How long!" He fell to his knees and was practically begging for an answer.
"Well," The aqua haired genus thought a moment, rubbing her chin with her point finger and thumb, "I'd say until you two get along and don't bicker. Or maybe a year."
"What!" Bra yelled, shooting a glance at his sister, "I'll never get along with him.. err... her!"
Trunks nodded her head, half of the lavender falling over her shoulders near her neck, "I'll never get along with her.. I mean him.. it either! Argh!" She gripped a handful of her hair and yanked it hard, causing herself to yelp.
"And I'll never be able to live having this kind of hair and body! I also hate this voice, it's not manly at all! I am a man, not a girl! I mean.. no muscles and now I have to start my training over!" Trunks added, tossing the hair over her shoulder.
Laughing, Bulma pushed them out of her lab. "Off you go you two. Go get dressed and I'll take you guys to the mall later."
"The mall!" Bra squealed, "Wait.. I'm a guy. Guys don't like the mall. So I mean, aw man, not the mall."
Trunks just groaned and headed off toward her room. "Bra, I'm going to borrow some of your clothes to get dressed. You can use some of mine if you don't want to look gay in your girl ones."
He nodded his head as they headed off toward each others room.
Trunks opened up her "brothers" door. Walking in, she looked around his room. His walls were a bright red with little orange swirls on them. The bed sheets matched the walls. The blinds were the same red, and the thing that you pull to open or close them as orange. His carpet was orange with little red swirls on them.
Going over to the closet, she ran her small fingers over each of the outfits. "Baby blue, no. Red, no. Purple, no. Black, I like." She pulled it out and put it up to her body. It was a black mini skirt with a black tub shirt. The shirt had little navy blue rhinestones going around the bottom. The skirt only went up to where it was covering her underwear; at least when she changed out of the boxers and into them.
Raising an eyebrow, she throw it down on the bed, before going back to picking out her outfit. "Blue, No, Green, no.. Pink, heck no! This is pretty.." As she said no to each one, she threw it down in a pile by the bed.
Trunks pulled a green shirt with yellow highlights, going a few inches above her belly button. Blue rhinestones lined the bottom half of the shirt. Blue spaghetti straps kept the shirt on her body. The skirt would reach down to a little about her knee, with the same blue rhinestones sewed onto the bottom.
Nodding, she placed the outfit on one side of the bed, before strolling back over to the closet. "Green, no. Orange no. This is cute." She pulled out a simple sun dress with little purple and blue flowers all over it. You could fit at least three fingers across then straps. A big purple bow was tied to the back of the dress, with a matching straw hat. She also had a big blue flower to the right side on the hat.
Throwing a few more outfits onto the bed, she trooped over the dresser. There, Trunks pulled out a training bra with Lucky Thirteen scribbled across it. She pulled out the matching underwear too.
Pulling them over her pale skin, she literally skipped back over to the bed, admiring all the outfits on it. "This is one is a no." She through a red mini skirt that went up to a little after her thigh with a red spaghetti strapped shirt. Gold buckles connected the straps onto the top, a golden choker and head band was connected to the hanger, with two arm red arm things that had a hoop that went around her middle finger.
"Hmm..." she stroked her chin before putting on the green shirt with the yellow highlights on and then put on the matching skirt. She slipped her small feet into some five inch high heeled sandals. Rhinestones went around the straps. The stones stopped by the big toe where either a small yellow or green flower was. The yellow one was on the right shoe, the green on the left.
Smirking, Trunks walked over to the bathroom. "I don't have any idea of what girls are always complaining about. I've been a girl for hours and I'm doing just fine." Looking at herself in the mirror, Trunks stopped to smooth over her shirt.
Raising an eyebrow, Trunks pulled the lavender hair in front of mirror, "What am I going to do with you? Hmm.." Thinking for a moment, she started pulling open Bra's drawers. There, she found a few head bands, hair ties, scissors, hair glitters, and barrettes. Fumbling through the drawer, she pulled out a green hair tie, placing it around her wrist.
Grabbing the green hair brush from its spot, Trunks' brushed her hair down and put the lavender colored hair into a high ponytail. Tightening it, Trunks looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing over her shirt once again. "I clean up good I might say myself." With that said, she clicked off the light, and the closed the door to her "brother's" room.
Bra was in the hallway as Trunks made her way back to her room. He was dressed in a white shirt with a big smiley face right in the middle, made with crimson red lipstick. Around the side and back were two lines with a curved line underneath, making a smiley face. But crushed on the back, were three words: Revenge Is Sweet. She also had a pair of jeans on with the same faces on it with little swirls as eyes, his hair was combed the same way Trunks' had used to wear it.
"I totally forgot what I did to all your clothes." Bra crossed his arms and pouted, "And now I have to suffer the consequences."
Laughing, Trunks patted her brother on the shoulder. "That's what you get Bra, that's what you get. Hey! Like my outfit?" Laughing again, she twirled around.
Clearing his throat, Bra glared at Trunks, "Just because I am a boy, doesn't mean you can go and borrow my clothes anytime you like. Even though I did give you permission this one time, and you look good in that outfit. It brings out your eyes! And love what you did with your hair! Your thinking like a true teenaged girl."
Glaring daggers at her brother, Trunks' stomped on his toe. "How dare you call me a girl you sissy!"
"You are you calling a sissy wimp?" Bra yelled back, clenching his fists at his sides. "If you say something else I'll call daddy!"
She stopped her foot inches away from Bra's feet. "Well, since I'm the girl, that must mean I'm daddy's little princess now." Giggling, Trunks raced down the hallway, slamming the door shut to Bra's room.
"Trunks!" Bra screamed, banging on his bedroom door, "If you don't let me back into my room I swear I'll find away to get revenge on you! Trunks! Hey, listen to me you! Trrrunnnks!"
Growling, she stomped back towards Trunks' room and slammed the door shut, the picture on the wall falling to the floor. A smiling picture of Bra and Trunks hugging at the ages of six and eight, was now in a pile of shattered glass.
"I can't believe Trunks is doing this!" Bra nearly screamed, pacing around his 'sisters' room, grabbing a handful of his now not so combed hair. "He's acting like a girl!"
Bra froze and smirked Vegeta's trademark, crossing his arms, "Well then, I'm just going to have to play fire with fire. If he can be a girl, then I can be a boy." Opening up the door again, Bra combed his hair down and walked out of the room, clicking off the lights in the process.
Going back into his room, Bra lay down on the bed and grabbed the phone. Dialing a number quickly, he laughed.
"Hello?"
"Hey, can you come over?"
"Yeah! I'll be right over. Bye." The person hung up his end of the phone, as Bra smiled and placed her end of the phone down on the receiver.
About ten minutes later, a ringing noise rang throughout the house of the Capsule Corporation. "Trunks! It's for you!"
Groaning, Trunks got off the bed and headed downstairs. Opening up the door, Trunks nearly let out her girlish scream.
"Trunks?" The person at the door asked, looking up and down at Trunks' girly figure before raising an eye brow. "What happened to you?"
Laughing nervously, Trunks smiled. "Sorry I have to do this." She shrugged before slamming the door in the person's face.
"BRRRRRRRRA! THIS MEANS WAR!" Trunks yelled out into the air of the Capsule Corp. home.
"Bring it on Trunks!" She heard her now big brother call back from upstairs.
The doorbell rang again as Bulma opened the door. Smiling, she stepped aside to let the person enter the house. Spotting Trunks' again, he hurried over to her.
"Hey man, what happened to you?"
Looking at him, Trunks almost cried. "This is all a bad dream Goten, this is a nightmare. Go back home for your dinner is ready." Trunks made circular hand motions with her hands before shoving Goten' out the door again, watching him fall on his butt.
"Okay..." Goten cringed before flying back off into the air.
Scampering up to her new room, she locked the door. Plopping down onto her bed, Trunks thought hard. How could she get him back? Sure when he was girl he was easy to blackmail, but now..
"Ugh!" Trunks cried out, burying her silky skinned face into a red pillow. Her right arm and leg dangled lazily over the side of the queen sized bed. Then it struck him, Bra liked her best friend Goten, so if he could convince Goten she was Bra, than Bra would have to be Trunks..
Grinning, Trunks picked up the phone and dialed Goten's number. He accepted the invitation to come with slight hesitation, but that didn't matter. The Son was coming over.
Opening up one of her new dresser drawers', she changed into a blue spandex. It resembled Vegeta's, except the it was pants instead. It was also a two piece, with a dark blue sash tied around it. The shirt was exactly like Vegeta's top for his outfit.
Walking out of the room, she headed downstairs into the kitchen. Going through the passage way. she fell on her butt, again. Rubbing her head, she whined out loud, "Why can I never get through this door when I need to! Stupid invisible force field."
Looking up at hearing someone or something clear their throat, Trunks looked up. Seeing what she saw made her face pale, a lot. Standing up, Trunks backed away from the person in the doorway, just to be grabbed harshly by the arm. Being hosted upward, she smiled at the person.
The person snarled something into her face as Trunks smiled nervously, "Hehe... hi dad."
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Hoped you guys liked it! Yes, Trunks is now a female, and Bra a guy. And how will Vegeta react to all this? I must run from all these fan girls who will be angry that their beloved Trunks is now a female... I must duck in cover of flying objects! Ah! Don't forget to review!