Inspired by Arumuelle's comic "Naughty Talk" arumuelle/art/Naughty-Talk-Brax17-715917328
Characters by Akira Toriyama
Song "Supergirl" by Saving Jane
Supergirl
It was the last day of the 3-day event of the year. The biggest affair in the tech industry which could only be held at the largest convention center in all of West City. And surrounding areas if you were keeping score. Several nearby hotels where booked with guests from all over the world. These luxury hotels also served as addiontal venues to host some of the smaller scale product demonstrations, information panels, and company press conferences. Each one of them hoping to become breaking news whenever they made an announcement to an auditorium full of insiders, investors and influencers.
Anybody who was anybody was there. Celebrities of the tech and non tech world alike. Actors, musicians, producers, professional athletics, business moguls, and even a politician or two. What happened inside those walls would affect the global economy for the upcoming fiscal period. Hopefully for the good as there had not been a true recession in decades. Not that a recession would affect the big players at this battle of innovation. No they were the 1% who cared little about the rest of the population. Something that was a huge social issue for many that were not fortunate enough to be in attendance.
Though a lot of society liked to condemn the rampant materialism driving the economy many still wanted to be part of that world. That is why they tuned in to the media coverage and checked their newsfeed for the latest news from the companies showcasing their newest inventions. The media had been in a frenzy for weeks leading up to the convention. Not just by legit seasoned journalist but by bloggers, vloggers, and amateur news podcasters. Anyone with internet connection and a YouTube channel could claim to be reporting exclusive inside information.
The average person who could only dream of getting tickets would willing give up something significant to them for access to this limited occasion. All but one who managed to sneak in without a badge. One who wasn't thrilled to be there. In fact, it was the last place he wanted to be. He could think of countless situations he'd rather find himself in.
Inside of Cell ironically being one of them. At least when he had been absorbed he was no longer conscious. He didn't have to listen to hired lackeys trying to push some new product that wasn't much different than the previous model if you bothered to do some research. The scantily clad "booth babes" also did nothing to get him remotely interested in what they were selling.
Once he pushed past the sea of drones too busy looking down on their electronic devices to really hear anything anyone was saying he came to a large open floor. It was buzzing with people mingling and networking all at the same time. Most of them with their phones glued to their hands. And he was supposedly the one fitted with electronic parts.
Pathetic humans
He thought as he observed the masses. Some were overdressed in designer tailored business suits and dresses while others just wore jeans and a t-shirt demonstrating there was no set dress code for this soirée. A fact that made it easier for him to blend in since he was wearing jeans and a plain fitted black long sleeve shirt. Had he worn his usual attire which included the logo of a long forgotten technology company he would have garnered a lot of unwanted attention. Even though that company that had inevitably gone under after losing out to one of the night's biggest presenter it had recently gained popularity in sub forums. For you see when something is "old" it is sometimes considered "retro" and that in turn makes it trendy. Hiring famous chefs to cater these elaborate parties was also a trend. A festivity of this magnitude also required a large wait staff to walk around caring an endless array of food. The final selling point for someone to attend even though they had no ties to the tech industry, a generous open bar.
Every few minutes a wait staff associate would walk by carrying a tray of champagne flutes, but that's not what he wanted. He required something stronger if he was going to suffer the pulsing music and irritating flashing strobe lights moving to the beat of said music. The bar was far enough in the back of the venue that it was bearable. It was also where you could order fancier and more potent drinks than the watered down bubbly being passed around. Unfortunately for him and his unique makeup it was going to take a whole lot of alcohol to make this night worth the trouble. So if this "party" was such a living hell then why was he here?
Simple. Because he needed a favor and someone who was supposed to be at this party owned him one. Someone heavily connected to a long standing fortune 500 business. The one and only mega conglomerate known as Capsule Corps. What they brought this year he couldn't tell you and he didn't care. It could be the latest smartphone though that wasn't their area of expertise.
No they owned the very niche market of Dynocaps, a technology invited by their founder Dr. Briefs. A genius scientist who paved the way for such a game changing product. No one since had even been able to duplicate the science behind being able to miniaturize a full size house into a small little capsule. Many had tried to imitate it but never duplicate it. His intended targets strong link to Capsule Corps made this gathering the most likely place to find who he needed at the time. Plus, it was something different to do on a Saturday night. Something that included unlimited free drinks. Win-win.
He turned his attention away from the bar after ordering another free drink and scanned the room. He hadn't picked up who he was there to talk to Ki's since he arrived nor seen hide no hair of them. And it was hair that could not be missed. Maybe he had miscalculated. Unlikely. His calculations where never wrong. Yet there was a first time for everything. He was about to leave when the music abruptly stopped and some Hollywood looking announcer stepped out on the stage.
"Okay everyone. Let's give it up for Capsule Corps very own Bra Briefs!" The introduction got a round of applause from the guests and mildly peeked the uninvited intruders interested.
"I'm the life of the party…." A seductive voice sang as different music began to play.
He looked up just in time to see a young woman with long layered straight blue hair and ocean blue eyes stepped out onto the stage. He raised his glass to his lips slowly drinking up his whiskey concoction and her appearance. The purple sequence mini dress she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right places and showed off her toned long model legs. The plunging neckline showed off her cleavage in a daring way.
"So contagious." The woman continued to sing as she sauntered along the stage in her crystal adorned stiletto high heels.
"All the boys want to catch me…." She smirked holding the microphone up to her red lips with her perfectly manicured hand. That's when it happened. That's when aquamarine eyes locked onto ice blue eyes and time all but froze. In that fateful moment neither dared look away.
It was the informal meeting of two attractive strangers who shared deep ties that would change the course of their lives in the near future. Yet both would be clueless to just how vital this night would be for them. She almost lost her place in the music completely caught off guard by the unmistakable raven haired trespasser. Each silently sizing up one another. They couldn't help noticing the other noticing them.
"But I'm just playing…." Bra instantly recovered. She was nothing short of a professional. It was going to take more than a party crashing android to mess up her performance. A performance of a song she had wrote and recorded exclusively for Capsule Corps most successful commercial of the year.
It was the lead off to a marketing campaign geared towards women. The real deciding factor behind most purchases made in today's households. The commercial featured women of various ages using Capsule Corps products in everyday life. Whether it was one of their capsule vehicles or one of their storage capsules to transport larger items with ease.
"1, 2, come and see what I can do..." Bra flirtatiously engaged the crowd all while keeping an eye on the former enemy. She had no grand illusions she could defeat him if he indeed intended to do harm. However, she suspected if he was there to cause trouble he would have already. At least that was her rational.
It's not like she knew much about him. Just what she heard from her family and friends over the years. Even one of her best friends who happened to be his niece didn't talk much about her loner uncle who lived in isolation in a cabin in the middle of nowhere acre woods. His participation in the Universe Survival Tournament wasn't discussed much. Whenever she asked anyone about it or any of the previous time the Earth had been in peril she was shut down by being told they had won and that's all that mattered. If he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack, then wherever her brother had managed to disappear to he was still close enough that a spike in her Ki would alert him she was in possible danger.
"2, 3, everybody's after me…" Bra danced to the other side of the stage making sure to win over everyone that was in attendance.
No doubt everyone there knew who she was. The Briefs being world famous and all. But none of them knew her as more than the president's daughter or the vice president's younger sister. So why the song and dance? Because she had come up with the idea for the commercial and successful marketing campaign. A marketing move intended to establish herself and what she contributed to the company. More importantly before she came out on stage and began singing they had no idea she was the person behind one of the most sought out songs of the past couple months. The youngest head of public relations the company had ever had. A role she was born to play knowing exactly how to capture the public's attention.
"3, 4, Let me tell you what's in store." Bra smiled as many in the audience sang the number part with her. It had been one of the most popular part of the commercial. Many fans of the commercial jumping online to find out who the artist was and where they could download the song. As an ingenious marketing stunt they had actually kept the singer's identity a secret gaining ever more free publicity.
A strategy that proved immensely profitable for both the company and herself. The mystery of who the signer was created a fever on social media creating it's on hashtag with people tweeting their theories about who the signer was. Polls popped up asking people to guess who the famous female artist was behind the catchy girl power anthem that resonated with many. For months no one even came close to guessing correctly. Turning peoples wanting to know who it was to needing to know, to ultimately demanding to know the name of the singer and song. However, it wasn't until this very moment in front of the huge crowd that the secret identity was finally revealed.
It was better publicity than simply announcing a new product and it was just the beginning. As she looked out into the audience she noticed many typing away on their phones and tablets. Most certainly posting the singers secret identity. She didn't care if there was a bit of fallout for the blatant nepotism that wouldn't escape people's criticism. Nor if they thought she was being used as a marketing tool. She loved singing. Always had. It was what she truly wanted to do.
It's what got her heart pumping. Not fighting like her warrior father. Not inventing like her scientist mother. No if there was a black sheep in the Briefs family then it was her. A label she didn't mind because it was never a bad thing to follow your own path. Even if it meant possibly disappointing your parents.
"Let's go every on the floor…" Bra commanded with such star power all those that hadn't been on the floor obeyed. All except the man she couldn't keep her eyes off. Not because she was checking him out although he was as good looking as she heard but because she didn't trust him. She didn't know him but she didn't trust him based partially because he wasn't hypnotized by her siren call like all the other males and some females with eyes and ears.
17 who had been at a very crowded bar now found himself sitting alone. The emptying all thanks to those that had been waiting for their drinks forgetting all about them just because someone had sung them too.
Imbeciles.
The once completely organic being scoffed in distain. Even before his upgrades he had never been a follower. Or fit it. Reasons that made him and his twin sister easy pickings for Dr. Gero. No one would miss them. No one had cared. No one had reported them missing. And no one had tried to save them. A fact that would make a normal person sad or bitter only fueled his conviction that you could only rely on yourself.
"I'm Supergirl! I'm everywhere. I'm flashing lights. They stop and stare. I'm fire red. I'm on a roll. I'm in your head and everybody knows. I'm. I'm. I'm. Supergirl." Bra belted out getting the crowd jumping to the infectious beat and her heavenly voice.
"I'm the perfect disaster." Bra started again after a break in the chorus.
"You can't stop me." Bra couldn't resist looking straight at 17 warning him not to try anything stupid. They might not know each other but she had no doubt he knew exactly who her father was and that it would be foolish to attack. Scratch that. It would be downright suicidal to do anything to the Saiyan Princess while on the same planet as her tier god power level overly protective dad.
"Coming faster and faster. You just watch me." Everyone was watching. And liking what they saw and heard. She could feel the energy from the crowd and it was addicting. She had sung before a crowd before but nothing to this degree. And not when it could lead to possibly opening the door to the entertainment industry wide open.
"5, 6, Don't you want a little fix. Count down get a little crazy now. 9, 10, See me work the room again. Hold on ready here we go again." Bra sang before going into the Supergirl chorus once again. More guest singing along this time. It was music to her ears and she couldn't help smiling in-betweens lyrics.
"Walking every wire. I set the world on fire." Bra sang a cue that set off some pyrotechnics on the side of the stage. It was also the signal for the lighting personnel to dim the spotlights and project images of fire onto the stage, dancefloor, and all around the packed hall. The crowd went wild. It was shaping up to be the electrifying end which would leave the memorable impression she strived for.
"I'm Supergirl!" Bra finished holding the note all through enthusiastic applause. She couldn't help but grin victoriously. Her heighten Saiyan hearing allowed her to hear the whispers of shock and awe. Once her heart stopped pounding in her chest that is.
Seeing them looking at her so adoringly and picking up the mostly positive reaction. There wasn't anything better than that for her. She knew what she wanted to do and it was going to start happening. She vowed right there and then to do whatever it took to become a world famous pop star.
"Thank you." Bra smiled as she walked off the stage and into the party. She stopped to say hello to several guest soaking in their praises and admiration. Their overly excited reaction to her reveal was endearing. Especially those who claimed to have known it was her the whole time. It was satisfying she already had fans and more than a few keen fanboys. And fangirls. She was equally grateful for all genders attention. She was completely secure in her own sexuality. During the climax of her performance she has momentarily forgotten all about the event's trespasser. That was until she practically crashed into him on the way to the bar.
"I didn't know Vegeta's Lil Princess could move like that" 17 smirked shamelessly checking her out. Up close she was even more to behold. He may not be a slave to biological desires like the average hormonal human being, but that didn't mean he was blind. Or that he didn't partake in carnal activates once in a while to pass the time.
"And I didn't know security was so lax this year." Bra countered with her own signature smirk. She was used to guys hitting on her. Some more boldly that others but none offending her. The seductive princess remained mostly unaffected by flattering come ons and creative compliments.
"Maybe I am security." 17 shrugged.
Cute Bra thought suspecting maybe he really wasn't there to cause trouble. As unlikely as his covered story sounded she did remember Chi Chi had once made Goku take a security job at a tech award ceremony to earn some extra money. Regardless it was of no concern to her so with a toss of her hair she side stepped the cybernetic enhanced hottie and walked over to the bar where the server already had her favorite drink ready. A blended margarita.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" 17 questioned sitting next to her.
"Doesn't matter when your family owns the place." Bra shrugged taking a sip of her drink. She quickly realized what kind of answer that was. It was an answer of privilege. Something she was trying to work on.
"I'm legal." The heiress added to soften how stuck up her original answer sounded.
"What about you? Aren't you technically a teenager?" Bra turned slightly to get a better look at the elusive former killer cyborg. He definitely looked around her age, although he had been like that when her older brother had been a baby.
"Technically." 17 didn't argue that point.
"But technically I've been a teenager for a while." He added picking up another Rusty nail and drinking it.
"A Rusty Nail? Isn't rust like cancer to your type." Bra laughed at her own robot joke. She had no idea why she was being so bitchy. It's not like the partially artificial man had done anything to her personally. He just had the natural ability to rub her the wrong way. Which was weird because the intellectual princess usually enjoyed a battle of wits with a good looking opponent.
"That's funny. Coming from a monkey." 17 shot back. They had met minutes ago for the first time and the feeling of dislike appeared to be mutual. They were already on each other's bad side it seemed.
"Like I haven't heard that one before." Bra rolled her eyes finishing her drink and moving on to shots of tequila.
It really was inevitable the two strong personalities would clash. Bra had a well-earned reputation of being a conceited, spoiled rich girl. And she could be downright mean when she wanted to. Resting bitch face did not begin to describe the death glare she was capable of summoning when she wanted to instill fear in someone. It was more like Resting Vegeta face. It was uncanny how much she could look like the infamous Saiyan Princes with a simple scowl. Physically looking like, a carbon copy of her mother at that age did nothing to mask her dominate Saiyan royal genes. Her haughty attitude seeped out no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Bra was who she was and she had stopped apologizing for it.
In college her nickname had been Ice Queen B. A nickname that had followed her into the work place. Much to her haters disappointment the title didn't bother her. Instead she embraced it and owned it because in order to be taken serious she had to be tougher than her male coworkers. Such an unfair double standard established by the patriarchy.
The Saiyan Princess's fiery attitude was a sharp contrast to 17's cool outward exterior. Indifference was his style. Nothing mattered and nothing was important enough to get any sort of real emotional reaction from him. No one was significate enough to get a rise out of him either. Probably because he had his emotions under control unlike feeble humans that were often ruled and doomed by them.
"So what's brings you here then?" Bra sighed deciding to take a different approach. If she wanted an explanation she was going to have to play to her other strengths. The power to disarm and charm most people.
"Oh! Shopping for a systems upgrade?" Bra couldn't resist one more android joke before fully committing to the new tactic of being nice.
"I need a favor and your family owes me one." 17 answered, much to the socialite's surprise.
"What kind of favor could you possibly need from my family?" Bra questioned skeptical.
"Your family owns several wildlife sanctuaries. I want to take some animals I rescued from a wild fire there since most other animal reservations are full." 17 stated like it wasn't a big deal he just made an uncharacteristic comment. Well uncharacteristic to the character she had of him.
"You rescued animals? Ha. Yea right." Bra laughed thinking he was trying to play a joke on her. One that wasn't going to work.
"I'm a park ranger." 17 stated unveiling another interesting fact about himself she had no idea about. Or did she. The young half Saiyan tried to think back to the Universe Survival Tournament he participated in along with several other Z Fighter. Racking her memory, she recalled her brother mentioning once he got to play park ranger with Goten during said tournament. They must have been covering for the android sitting before her.
"I can do it." Bra finally spoke again after careful deliberation within herself. She didn't know 17. She only knew he used to be evil and tried to exterminate all of humanity. Not unlike her own father so there's that. Denying him because of his bloody history would make her the epitome of a hypocrite. If The Prince of All Saiyans had not be given a second chance by Earth's greatest hero she wouldn't be here. She owned her life to mercy and redemption.
"Really?" It was 17's turned to be skeptical. The superficial wannabe pop star came off as only doing something that would benefit her in some way. Not unlike him. He didn't doubt she could get it done but he figured she had to talk to her mom and get permission or fill out a request form.
"Charitable contributions fall under my department. Just email me all the details." Bra was now the one full of surprises. As she waited for a response it dawned on her that he may not have all the current gadgets and technology which was ironic since he was a walking, talking super computer.
"You do have an email don't you?" Bra inquired to which the aloof humanoid remained quiet, his non response being the answer. The Capsule Corps public relations head fought really hard not to burst out laughing.
"There isn't exactly Wi-Fi in the middle of the woods or on an island." 17 finally explained, causing the poised woman to lose her composure and laugh whole heartedly causing her sides to hurt. Much to his displeasure.
"Can't you be your own Wi-Fi hot spot?" Bra just couldn't let such an easy android joke go. She stopped laughing once she saw the serious look on 17's face. It was the first time she saw a glimpse of his dark past and what he was capable of. Something in those piercing ice blue eyes told her she should tread lightly.
It wasn't anger per say she was sensing from him but annoyance. No. Loathing was a more accurate description. Unadulterated loathing with a side of being done. If he knew any of the popular teen slangs he might have even said, "I can't even." About her.
"Darren!" Bra called out realizing she should probably stop provoking the killer robot if she actually wanted to help him. Which she did. She loved animals and had personally worked with many non for profit rescues both wild and domestic over the year. It was a project she would gladly support in a heartbeat no matter who was asking.
"Yes Ms. Briefs?" A blonde man with green eyes in a 3-piece suit appeared before them eager to do as the heiress commanded. A little too eager in 17's opinion. Humans were so easy to read it was almost sad how transparent some of them were. Wearing their desires on their sleeves.
"Can you set him up with a company smartphone and email account." Bra instructed the man. Her words may have been in the form of a question but the undeniable authority's tone left little to be mistaken. This wasn't a request; this was an order.
"Of course Ms. Briefs." The young man bowed slightly. It was obvious he was some kind of assistant. Most likely a personal assistant who worked and was available around the clock to do the president daughters bidding.
"Please follow me" Darren said turning his attention to his boss's companion of the moment.
17 stood up prepared to do what he had to do to complete his mission. The corporate tool seemed harmless enough. Even if he was detecting jealousy. His obvious infatuation with his boss shining through his calm straight-laced businesslike demeanor. The observant humanoid smirked. The poor fool couldn't hide it if he tried. The way he looked at her. It was like most of the men at the party looked at her.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't look at her like that initially. But then she opened her mouth and revealed her personality. It irked him that even though she was the embodiment of almost everything he hated about modern society he still found himself attracted to the vain princess. She was like fire to his ice. And when those two elements clashed steam was often produced.
"I trust I don't have to give you a hard deadline." Bra teased coyly before they left, unable to hold back one more parting jab at the big bad android. She was enjoying their newfound business arrangement and banter. And by the mischievous blaze she noticed in his icy blue eyes at the way she had annunciated "hard deadline" on purpose he wasn't completely immune to her sex appeal. It was the subtlest of test but one he failed.
"We can always go up to your room and bang out the details tonight." 17 leaned over so only she could hear his clearly intended innuendo. Two could play this game she had started. A game he had been expertly playing for longer than she had even been alive.
"Hmm." Bra stood up pretending to seriously be considering his proposition. She threw back her last tequila shot then paused to check him out for added effect. It wasn't an act though. Now that she was up close and personal she could see why many considered Dr. Gero's creations so alluring. He was the male equivalent of pretty. And she did have a thing for pretty boys.
"Maybe another night." The sexy Saiyan Princess winked before walking away leaving him exactly how she wanted. Wanting more….
Author's Note- After an 8-year hiatus I'm back! Thanks to some amazing artist like Arumuella and stories like Auburnmaven's "Of a Mechanical Nature" /works/3134276/chapters/6793649
Vagus's Collide, and Eris the Unplesant's "All Over You" I was inspired to re-rewrite my Bra and 17 adventure. Now taking some ideas from Super like 17 being a park ranger but he's not married or has kids.