Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z
AN: Im back! sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
To anyone else the rays of the sun in which filtered the room would bring a smile to their face, but to the small figure that lay in the bed grunted and turned the other direction away from the light. The alarm went off beeping incessantly in the sleeping person's ear until a petite hand reached over from between the sheets and instead of hitting the snooze button like usual, they crushed the alarm clock in the palm of their hand making the beeping noise of the clock die out with a strangled beep.
Five minutes later a padding of feet was heard in the hallway and then the computerize door made a swishing sound as it opened up letting a blue haired Bulma Briefs saunter in wearing a blue robe and carrying a hot mug of coffee.
"Bra, it is time to get up! You will be late for school again if you sleep in any longer." Bulma commanded walking over to the bed and with her free hand tugged at a corner of the bedspread.
"Mom, just let me sleep a little longer," Bra complained while tugging the bedspread back over her head.
"No, and if you are any later I will ground you from the mall. Bra, why is your alarm clock smashed to pieces?" Bulma looked at the crushed clock as she set her coffee down.
Bra peeked from under the covers and all she could think of was Darn I shouldn't of let her see that clock, now I'm going to have to come up with a really good explanation.
"Uh, well you see the other day the alarm went off in the middle of the day and Pan was trying to figure out how to fix it when she accidentally crushed it. Lied Bra.
"Hmm, that gives me another idea for and invention. A saiyan proof clock! I better get right on it." Bulma said as she picked up her coffee and sauntered out the door.
Phew, I can't believe she bought that one I need to be more careful, Bra thought.
"Bra, get your butt out of bed now!" Yelled Bulma reminding Bra that she was not getting off the hook from school.
Bra grumbled tripping over various things that littered the floor and made her way to her closet. She chose to wear her trade mark red spaghetti strap top and a red skirt. She went to the bathroom to style her hair, and while she was brushing her blue locks a searing pain shot through her upper arm.
She looked in the mirror at the spot that her arm was hurting cursing under her breath for forgetting to fix up the cut that she received on her upper arm from the brawl with a big stupid man. She found some bandages she had stashed away in one of her draws and wrapped up her arm. She looked in the mirror once more and realized that her injury was noticeable and if she went downstairs like this family members would start asking questions.
Bra pulled out a navy blue jacked and threw it on. She raced downstairs, out the door, and jumped in her car. She revved up her car and sped to school before she would be late.
That's it for now, It may take me a while to post another chapter. Dont forget to Review!