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She placed her hands on either side of her head. The absolute picture of frustratedness.
"Ms. Den.... do you have an answer for us?" the voice asked once again.
Torasuki looked up, wonder why this teacher didn't catch on. "I just told you, I live at Capsule Corporation. They do experiments, and this one happened to grow me a tail!" her knuckles were almost white as her hands gripped the desk.
The students continued to whisper and smile amongst themselves and the teacher glared at her. "Stay after class."
She swallowed a growl. She knew an escaped growl would only cause more controversy. This teacher refused to believe that her tail was real! She'd asked her to remove it (as if it was some sort of fashion statement), and that was a definate "no no" in Tora's mind.
Her mother had warned her about this. Bulma had said that the best way to deal with the ridicule was to explain it in a simple way so that people could understand. It was a messed expreriment.
The alien theory had floated around C.C. for years, and the town surrounding it was just getting used to the fact that a few of them had tails, and there were alot of explosions in the surrounding area.
Just as it calmed down, they had to send two more to the local High School.
She gripped her pencil and glared downward for the rest of the class; the "fashion statement" fluffed to it's full extent.
Tora already hated High School.
Bra's day was going slightly better, but she really didn't know why everyone insisted on staring.
She wore her newest yellow tank top with a matching fly-away skirt. Platform shoes to make her seem taller, and a cute purse to hold any make-up that she'd need to re-do.
Her blue eyes darted from person to person as she serched for someone she knew. She caught the eyes of several guys as she went, not being able to hold back a few smiles.
"Damnit!" she heard a familiar hiss from behind her and turned. Before she could focus, Trunks was next to her glaring at her with the same blue eyes she possessed.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you have anything else to wear?" he asked, his nostrils flaring and his face contorting strangely. He met the gazes of the buys who passed by, challenging them sliently.
"No.. I think I look cute!" she said with a smile. "Plus, you don't have to protect me, I want to make my own friends, even if they're all boys!"
He scowled and shook his head "Just watch yourself..." he said, speeding up to catch up to another boy he knew.
"Whatever.." she thought to herself as she entered her last class.
Her face lit up as she noticed Tora sitting in the back of the room looking quite angry.
Trunks didn't let the scowl fade from his face as he trotted down the hall. He remembered an amusing (at the time) conversation he'd had with his father about Saiyan females.
If what he thought was true, he'd have a boatload of work ahead of him....
His sister was in heat.
"I hate it...."
"Oh come on! You have to admit, it's exciting!" Bra poked at Tora's tail and it flicked away quickly, laying across Tora's back as she let out a sigh.
"It's not exciting to have all attention brought to you on the first day of class. PLUS, I got in trouble for something I can't control!!" she said, her eyes taking on a very angry look.
Tora reached down and turned up the CD player, the voices and heavy guitars of the band she listened to getting louder.
Bra leaned back and ran her pen over a blank sheet of paper, letting the music take over the room. She knew Tora vented through her music. She had alot of anger built up, and even though her father claimed that was good, Bra had a feeling it shouldn't build up too high.
"Ohhh I can't wait to see her face. I went through something similar with Goten, but this will be great!" Chi Chi laughed along with Kira and Bulma.
Bulma and Kira had been outraged to hear Tora's teacher's complaint. They had both planned to go to the parent-teacher meeting with all four children, and Bulma would give the teacher a lesson in pre-hensile tails.
"And to think, this woman is a Science teacher!!" Kira raised her brows as she spoke.
"Hey hey! Where are you going?" Bulma said to Trunks as he emerged from the house with a chicken leg hanging out of his mouth.
"Train with Goten." He said through his teeth.
"Take the girls with you." Bulma said, earning an odd look from Chi Chi.
"Come on MOM!!! Why!?" he complained, finally removing the leg with his hand to talk.
"They didn't have good days....they need company. And BE NICE." Bulma said.
"Yeah... plus Tora's gotta blow off some steam." Kira said.
Trunks just sighed. His eyes flicked back as his keen sight picked up movement behind the wall.
He flinched slightly as he saw his father glaring with folded arms.
The message was simple : "Do what she says."
He sneered wickedly and took off from the ground where he stood, leaving a small charred circle in his wake.
Bulma sighed and shook her head, Kira and Chi Chi looked at her knowingly. They never did get to keep nice lawns.
She reached down once again to turn the music low.
Tora turned to the source of the tapping sound and nearly jumped back at the sight of Trunks floating outside.
She reached over and ripped the window open. "Can't you just knock on the DOOR?" her eyes flashed with anger. Bra sat up behind her and smiled.
Trunks' nostrils flared and he floated back slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Not the both of them.....'
"I DID... the music was too loud." He said. "We're going to train, let's go."
Tora's face dropped for a second. The four of them hadn't trained together for awhile.
"Where's Goten?" Bra's voice interrupted from behind her. Tora smirked as she heard Bra slap her hand over her mouth.
"He's coming. We're meeting him at the field... now come on!" he floated back further, but didn't take off.
Tora shrugged and knelt, floating out the window with Bra in tow.
The three took off, and Tora flew next to Trunks. "What's up with you? I thought you hated to be dragged down by the "girls"" she drawled directly at him, brows drawn and mouth partially open. She did have some anger to blow off.
He smirked. "My mom made me. She said you guys needed to blow off steam. Plus my dad's still waiting for Bra to go SSJ."
Tora sneered. Another line crossed. "And what's to say I can't? Huh? I'm the only goddamned halfbreed that can't hit the gold marker! I'll do it! I'll do it and one day you'll be the one ... "
Bra shot ahead and pulled Tora by the wrist. She held back once she looked to Bra's face, yanking her wrist back as they both flew ahead of Trunks. "He just pisses me off!" Tora sighed loudly into the oncoming wind as she flew.
Bra shook her head, blue gaze focused forward. "Only this much lately Tora... you have to calm down! "
Tora held back several comments. She saved her anger for the powerup she'd need once they began.
Vegeta landed and sneered. He folded his arms and for the millionth time, wondered why he'd chosen to have children. His daughter ran over to him and pulled on his wrist. Ugh.. the brat was in heat. He flicked a gaze to Goten, who was thankfully unaware.
"C'mon dad you have to help her.." Bra looked utterly worried. Worried. He looked up as he allowed her to pull him over to the body on the ground. Trunks knelt by it, and Goten stood behind him.
His son looked up to him with a saddened and weary face. " I got mad... I kept hitting her and hitting her, and she fought back.. " he seemed to tear up and Vegeta scoffed, looking to the girl laying unconscious on the ground. "She went super saiyan dad... just for a second. But she switched." Trunks said to him, focusing on other things obviously. Good choice.
Vegeta looked to his daughter, and she nodded, confirming. "She's been really mad lately... Trunks just pushed her over." Bra said, not hiding her tears. "Please dad... take her to the tank... she's too hurt to get up on her own." She looked down at her friend letting her tears flow freely.
He sighed again. When did he take on the duty of babysitter? "Why didn't you fly her back yourselves?" he asked.
Trunks looked up. "I tried to get her to wake up but she wouldn't... I didn't want to mess anything else up." He looked back down, and Vegeta's gaze followed.
She was quite hurt. Her eyes closed, and blood slowly trickling from her nose, mouth and ears. Ears meant internal bleeding. Her left arm was cocked in a way that it shouldn't be, and he could tell she'd landed on it after blacking out in mid air.
How did she reach super saiyan before his daughter did? They trained at the same level.... Her hair was strewn out, stained with blood in small places. He took the time to notice that the tips were brown. The color brown she had been born with, but her hair had since grown in a deep purple.
Vegeta thought as he knelt by her. Deep purple. His eyes went wide as he realised everything at once. He turned to the teenagers and glared. "Morons...." he scoffed once again and lifted Torasuki strategically over his shoulder. Her limp limbs flailing about as he stood.
He looked to Trunks. "Fly ahead and tell your mother to get the tank ready" Trunks nodded and took flaring up into the sky and disappearing. Vegeta then looked to Bra. "Go home, and help your mother." Then to Goten. "Do whatever you want.. just don't get in the way."
Goten snorted and raised off the ground, following Bra home. Vegeta cursed the stupid kids and flew home slower than normal. He'd get back at every one of them for this. Especially the half dead idiot he was left to carry.
Bulma glanced at her son and thought as she worked. He seemed so upset. A few hours earlier he was dreading even looking at Torasuki and Bra, but now he held the weight of one's life on his shoulders. What a life lesson.
"She'll be ok right mom?" Trunks asked once more, watching for her signal to flick the switch.
She turned the last screw, making sure it was in place. This tank hadn't been used for years. "She'll be fine Trunks..." she said and gave the signal. He flicked the switch and the liquid inside lit up, looking like bubbling orange Kool Aid.
He walked up and stood by her, both waiting for them to return. Bulma looked to Trunks once again. His eyes were red and his cheeks stained with tears. "You ok?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He nodded. "Bra got so mad... she said I killed her best friend. I didn't mean to hurt her Mom... I just.. I got so mad..." he stopped and swallowed.
Bulma nodded. She thought about asking what exactly happened, but instead decided to keep working. Bra came running in with sheets and covers for the cot.
Bulma took them and looked to Bra. "Ok.. now take your brother and go get Kira. Keep him calm. He's really upset Bra.." she said.
Bra nodded and sniffled. She'd obviously been crying too. Bulma smirked and shook her head as they walked out the door. They hadn't ever seen the tank in action. She knew Tora would be fine in a few hours, but she also knew that her children had changed. This one incident may have been the key to keeping them together.
She slowly dressed the bed, and took one last look at the tank before Vegeta came in looking quite annoyed. Tora hung over his shoulder like a limp ragdoll.
She hurriedly shoo-ed Vegeta out and stripped Tora to her bra and underwear. Deciding they were decent enough (no worse than a bikini), she set her up in the tank and turned it on, gazing at her for a moment to make sure it took effect.
Her stats showed up immediately and Bulma let a sigh of relief. It still worked.
She looked over and wiped her forehead, mentally preparing for the explanation she'd have to give Kira.
"Brolli?" Goku said with an arm behind his head.
Vegeta nodded. "Of course baka... where else would she get that odd-color hair, and much less the ability to go super saiyan at all!"
Goku sneered to himself and thought.
They both stood outside the medical room where Tora was being taken care of. Everyone else was inside talking or just watching.
"Well.. I guess we'll have to ask Kira" Goku concluded.
"It doesn't make a difference. She's here now, and we know she's got the ability. It's not like the world will change." Vegeta drawled and turned, walking back towards the gravity room.
"Up for a spar Kakarott?" he asked without looking back.
Goku trotted after him. What harm could one spar do?
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