Season 1 Episode 4
"Omg, you will never believe what I discovered! Tabloid headline-worthy gossip if these people were remotely famous." Bra excitedly publicized entering her family's "temporary" housing only to be met by the horrific sight of her parents having sex in the living room. "Ew! Ew! My eyes! My poor beautiful aqua eyes!"
"You know dear most people have the basic manners to knock before coming in." Bulma pulled a robe over herself unashamed.
"For a shared space? Why weren't you guys in the privacy of your room? Why are you having sex in the middle of the day? Why am I forced to ask these questions? Ew. Gross." Bra continued freaking out.
"Sex isn't reserved only for nighttime or in your bedroom OR to make entitled petulant children." Vegeta jeered.
"What's with all the yelling? I'm trying to take a power nap." Trunks inquired coming out of his room stopping dead in his tracks when he saw his parents disheveled and half-dressed. It wasn't hard for even the most self-involved to put two and two together, so he joined his sister in the freak out with his personal proclamations of "Ew".
"We will not be chastened for engaging in a healthy vigorously robust sex life." Bulma's words caused both kids to cover their ears to block out the offensive langue. "Women hit their peak later in life and your father is still in amazing shape." She added for good measure checking out her husband.
"Omg stop talking!" Bra demanded.
"And stop looking at each other like that!" Trunks repressed the urge to vomit.
"We certainly will not." Vegeta paid them little mind as he took his wife's hand and led her to their bedroom to continue what their irritating children interrupted.
"What is wrong with this place? Is there something in the well water that turns everyone into sex freaks? Maybe that's why the Ranger I was assigned community service with is banging the Sheriff's wife." Bra blurted out.
"Not possible or I'd be getting laid since I'm like the most attractive person this village has ever had the honor of seeing." Trunks dismissed her theory and gossip bomb drop since it wasn't about him.
"Hey! Just like you don't want to hear about your parent's busy sex life we don't want to hear about our children's! Bulma lectured before slamming their bedroom door shut.
"Now not only do I have to scrub the disgrace of picking up trash from the side of the road but the sheer trauma of having witnessed that." Bra motioned to where she had caught her parents getting in on before storming off to the shower…..
"Give me some of your pills." Trunks demanded more than requested in a panic the next morning.
"I don't have any." Bra shook her head as she placed a leg up on the coffee table and commenced her pre-run stretch routine.
"What? Did you take them all already? That's selfish." Trunks chewed her out.
"No, see after blaming them for the DUI my doctor stopped prescribing them to me. Something about enabling." Bra revealed as she stretched to reach her toes then laid her head down holding the stretch.
"Then how do you handle life's unrelenting stress?" Trunks wondered.
"Um. I run." Bra practically "duh" ed as she switched legs. She couldn't believe she gave her dense brother too much credit. Mistakenly believing it was obvious what she was preparing to do by stretching her muscles in activewear and running sneakers.
"On purpose?" Trunks was aghast at the notion.
"Exercising is the number one stress reliever not in pill form." Bra recited what her therapist told her last time she had a session. "You should join me. It might be good for you." She suggested.
"And get my designer clothes sweaty? How can you even propose that?" Trunks cringed. "I doubt running could fix something as serious as a nervous breakdown or midlife crisis that I'm suffering."
"You're 34." Bra rolled her eyes used to him being a drama queen but so not in the mood for it.
"You B! I don't look a day over 25." Trunks gasped. "No, I think I'm going to see if any establishment in this village can fill a less than legit prescription. That or find some back ally dealer."
"Omg if you get busted, they better not sentence you to community service with me." Bra swore as she put in her headphones and walked out the door to run off her stress. She ran along the only major road in town. The same road just the day before she had been picking up trash along. A road that led out of the hell hole she found herself trapped in. A prisoner to her newfound poorness.
Zoning out her mind completely elsewhere it wasn't long until she came to the fork in the road. Determined to keep with her fast pace she turned left and before she knew it, she was closing in on 10 miles of running. That's when she came across a cabin she had seen before. Momentarily confused she swiftly realized the road must have looped back at some point.
Having run as close a distance to a half marathon as she ever had Bra for whatever reason decided this place was a good place to stop. As soon as she did, she felt the toll of running 10 miles on her body. Her muscles ached, her legs felt like jelly and her lips were dry from sweating. The amateur athlete required water and to sit down to rest.
Exhausted the young woman willed her jelly state legs to walk over to the cabin's door and knock. Bra honestly wasn't sure if she wished him to be home or not. If he was out, she could at least lay on his front steps until she regained her strength to walk back or maybe call an Uber if that service reached out to the middle of nowhere-vills. Her plan B squashed when the door opened and she was met with blue eyes but not the ones she expected. These thought similar belonged to the sheriff's wife.
Caught catching a cheating housewife Bra lost her ability to speak. It was too late to turn around and run so she had to think of something but it was hard with the intimidating woman staring her down.
"The girl famous for being broke is here." The blonde spoke first. While thinking of a snappy comeback 17 appeared at the door.
"Are you stalking me?" 17 questioned.
"What? Ew. No. I didn't even know you lived here." Bra lied.
"So, you knock on random strangers' residences?" 17 blinked baffled at her lack of stranger danger.
"No, I…." Bra couldn't reveal she did know he lived here so she would deflect instead. "Look I'm lost, exhausted, and parched from running 10 miles."
"There's only one road. Follow it back." 17 dismissed about to close the door.
"Wait, what about…" Bra protested.
"There's a well in the back." 17 ended the conversation closing the door leaving a pissed-off Bra on the other side.
"Rude." Bra glared at the door wanting to say something nasty and petty about them getting back to their affair but surprisingly refrained. Deciding it wasn't worth it and starting the long slow walk home. She had barely walked a mile when an old beat-up truck pulled alongside her.
"Get in." A cool voice ordered. Bra scrambled inside her legging's pockets searching for her attack whistle when the voice revealed their identity. "You said you were exhausted from your run." She looked up to see 17 hanging out the driver's side window the Sheriff's wife in the front passenger seat.
"Um. No thanks." Bra shot down. Being the third wheel in the backseat of the world's most awkward ride home was the last place she wished to be.
"Even if you ran, you'll never make it back in time for your next community hours shift." 17 tried to convince her.
"Fashionably late is not a crime." Bra started walking again.
"No, but they'll add more hours to your sentence and that's punishing me." 17 stated drily. Bra considered that for a moment and ultimately decided she wanted her debt to society paid off as soon as possible so she got into the back seat.
"There's water under the seat." 17 informed as he drove towards town.
"Thanks." Bra reached under the seat and found a water bottle opening and drinking it all as they rode in silence to the Sheriff's office. Wait. The Sheriff's office. Why on earth would they go there. That's the last place they should go if they wanted to keep their affair a secret. Unless.
"17! Thank you for bringing my beautiful wife." Sheriff Cueball praised as all three of them entered the station.
I bet he brought her all-right Bra secretly thought standing back to watch the real-life soap opera unfold before her.
"17 always takes care of me when we're together." His wife replied for the other man.
"I'll have to join in next time." Her husband smiled. Inside Bra was internally screaming. She couldn't believe how incredibly trusting this poor man was. That or he knew about it and was part of it. A thrupel.
"Great. Can we get lunch now? I'm starving after all the fun 17 and I had." The blond deadpanned.
"Of course, dear. Let me just record Miss Briefs hours." Sheriff Too Nice smiled at Bra making her feel guilty for not speaking up if, in fact, he was clueless. She nearly said something but they were already out the door leaving her alone with the homewrecker…
"Hello. Where is your pharmacy?" Trunks inquired as he walked into the only store in the whole village.
"About 30 miles east in the next town." The only employee, the young woman that man Goten had spoken with familiarity, answered.
"I don't appreciate your attitude." Trunks level for being offended lower than usual.
"I'll let the manager know." She pacified returning to the book she was reading leaving Trunks to comprehend on his own after a while that either she was the manager or there wasn't one. Either way, he wasn't going to get anywhere with her. He was about to leave in a huff when the man that had brought him to this store the first time entered.
"Trunks, hey how are you doing?" He asked cheerfully.
"Terrible. The customer service in this establishment is atrocious." Trunks complained.
"Panny." Goten scolded.
"Take it up with the manager." Pan disregarded his concerns.
"My apologies. Our family owns the store which apparently means she can be impolite when she wants to be." Goten gave his niece a disapproving expression that went unnoticed.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Goten offered kindly.
"I'm needing to fill a prescription." Trunks revealed cautiously.
"Oh well, the nearest one is in the next town about 30 miles away." Goten gave the same reply as the young woman earlier.
"So, I've heard." Trunks crossed his arms considering his next move. He didn't have transportation to get him to said pharmacy and this guy didn't look like the type that would know where to purchase what he needed via less legal means. He'd probably have to find the village stoner for that.
"I could drive you." Goten volunteered out of the goodness of his heart.
"That's not necessary." Trunks out of character turned down. Surprising since he never had any qualms about taking advantage of others before.
"May I ask what's wrong?" Goten's concern was genuine.
"I thought I was suffering a breakdown earlier." Trunks confessed.
"You look fine." Goten tried to reassure.
"That's just how I look." Trunks ego was as healthy as ever.
"Well, if it's a matter of relaxation I teach a combination yoga and meditation class at the local youth center," Goten revealed.
"You think I'm a youth. That's sweet." Trunks smiled at what he interpreted as flattery.
"No," Goten chuckled as his misunderstanding "it's just held at the youth center. It's an adult class." Goten clarified bursting his bubble.
"Oh." Trunks failed to hide his disappointment. "I'll have to think about it." He managed to quickly recover to save face.
"Well, if you do decide to attend the next class is Wednesday at 6," Goten informed moving on to what he originally came into the store for leaving Trunks seriously considering taking him up on his invitation…
"It'll only end in disaster." Bra lowkey warned as they strolled alongside the same road cleaning up trash that wasn't there yesterday
"I know." 17 stabbed a piece of fast-food wrapper angrily assuming she was speaking about the forest. Humans were awful to the environment. A virus plaguing earth, slowly killing it.
"It seems like a good idea at first. The thrill of it but no good can come of it." Bra went on.
"None." 17 stabbed a condom wrapper disgusted with the human race.
"Even I've been tempted but at the end, I couldn't go through with it." Bra shared her experience with cheating.
"I find that hard to believe." 17 accused picking up a broken beer bottle.
"Excuse me? I may have dated two out of the 3 Hemsworth brothers but contrary to what Access Hollywood reported it did not overlap!" Bra laid to rest the rumors.
"Who?" Words were coming out of her mouth however they sounded like a foreign langue to him.
"Thor, Gale in the Hunger Games, and the security guy in Westworld." Bra explained but it unsuccessfully made it any clearer to a hermit that didn't watch movies or television.
"You make no sense." 17 shook his head.
"Me? I'm not the one practically in a threesome with the Sheriff and his wife!" Bra finally snapped.
"What?" 17 looked at her like she had two heads or maybe three.
"I can't believe how freely you flaunt your affair and I've been to Vanity Fair's Oscar party," Bra exclaimed.
"You think 18 and I are having an affair?" 17 couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"That's her name? Was that a trend in this town like 30 years ago? Naming your babies' numbers?" Bra laughed that even non-celebrities couldn't escape questionable baby names. Her joking received no reaction just a blank stare from her hardly participating conversation partner. "Didn't that get confusing? Like did people think you were related?" Her laughter stopped when 17 kept staring at her waiting for her to conclude herself. That's when Bra's blue eyes went wide recalling how much the Sheriff's wife's eyes were like the Rangers. 18's eyes.
"Omg, you're brother and sister?!" Bra shrieked.
"Twins." 17 specified.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Bra demanded annoyed that for the last day she had been burdened by the idea of learning a big secret.
"Why would I?" 17 continued ahead with those parting words leaving Bra completely frustrated and wanting to throw her garbage picking up stick at him like a spear.