Chapter Two
Bra walked through the mall, searching for the perfect costume for the party. Goten followed close behind grumbling about how bored he was. "Bra, come on. You must be able to put something together yourself. You have more clothes than this store does."
"That's not true," she said, "And besides, I wouldn't want to go to a party in an old outfit that everyone's already seen me in. I have to be original."
"But why do I have to be here? I have other things to do," he said whined.
"Fine! Just go away then!"
Goten flinched. "Wow. Someone's testy today. Well, I'll be going home then. See ya." He flew out.
Moron, she thought. What if someone had seen him disappear before their eyes? He could blow his cover! She sighed. Why am I being so hard on Goten? It's not his fault that I've fallen... "No!" she yelled.
"Is there a problem, miss?" a saleswoman asked.
"No. No problem." She couldn't accept it. It had to be forbidden. No one would understand! Her father would have a fit and kill Yamcha if he ever found out that the thought had so much as crossed her mind. Yet she couldn't keep her feelings at bay. It wasn't just pity. She realized now that the feelings had laid dormant since her conversation with him at the party four years ago, but she had been too proud and afraid to let even herself know about them.
She walked outside the mall for a while longer and then flew home. She wasn't in the mood for costume shopping anymore.
She decided to peruse more of her mother's photo albums. She genuinely couldn't believe that this was happening to her, but at the same time…it felt right, like something that had been meant to be for many years already, something it would be wrong to fight now. She turned the page to see a picture of her mother and Yamcha together. She smiled maniacally as the perfect costume idea suddenly entered her mind.