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DBZ/GT or 'Split Personality' by Pink.
Perfect Princess
"Aww! My
baby loves!" Bra smiled as she saw her white tigers Star and SF lying on the
front porch waiting for her to get home from school. The tigers immediately
perked up when they heard Bra's voice and walked over to their owner.
"How are my precious little angels?"
Bra asked like a little girl as she walked into her house carrying like a million heavy school books. Her tigers
followed her in.
"Okay. I have to do my math
homework. Then start on my English paper. And study for my history test. " Bra
planned the rest of her day.
"Oh! I have to pick the music and
start choreographing a new routine for the competition." Bra remembered
noticing she was wearing her cheerleading uniform because she had just left
practice.
"Grr!" The tigers growled softly
wanting Bra's attention.
"Aww! I'm sorry babies! I know I
haven't spent time with you in like forever. I've been hella busy with school
and stuff." Bra apologized kneeling down and petting her tigers who purred
their forgiveness.
"Hi daddy!" Bra said sweetly as
Vegeta walked in from a day of training.
"You should be graining to become a
Super Saiyan not playing with those stupid animals." Vegeta scolded. The tigers
growled and roared viciously at Vegeta. They didn't like anyone but Bra.
"I'd train with you daddy but I have
way too much stuff to do." Bra explained.
"What can be more important than
training to be the strongest most powerful warrior in the universe?" Vegeta demanded.
"Doing my homework, studying for
test so I can get straight A's to graduate with honor's so I can get into a
great college so I can have a great career." Bra answered simply.
"You're a Saiyan! Fighting's in your
blood! Getting stronger and going Super Saiyan should be our only goal! You are
my daughter. A princess. A member of the planet Vegeta's royal family. The
strongest warriors ever." Vegeta lectured Bra about her Saiyan heritage.
"Fine. I'll train with you daddy but
only for an hour." Bra gave up going to her room to change into her fighting
gear.
45
minutes later
"Bra are you in there?" Bulma asked
knocking on the Gravity Room door.
"Yeah!" Bra answered.
"Have you filled out all your
college applications? Because I have some form the top science school including
the college I went to!" Bulma said holding them in her hand.
"Not now mother!" Bra screamed
trying to dodge Vegeta's blasts and blast back.
"The deadline are next month! You
can't procrastinate!" Bulma insisted.
"Fine!" Bra said walking over and
turning off the gravity machine ending her training session.
"I'll do them later." Bra said
opening the door and taking the applications from Bulma.
"No! You have to do them now! The
sooner you send them the sooner you'll get your acceptance letter." Bulma got
on Bra's case even though she knew her daughter was a genius like her and get
into any college.
"But.." Bra protested.
"No! You're going to fill them out
now!" Bulma stated dragging Bra back to
the house.
"She's a Saiyan! She doesn't need
college!" Vegeta called after them but Bulma just ignored him so he went to
spar with Kakorrot……
"Let's see." Bra said to herself
sitting down in her room and grabbing her purple glitter pencil.
"Name. Bra Briefs Vegeta." Bra wrote
down starting to fill out the first of many college applications.
"GPA. 4.00" Bra wrote down proudly.
She finished the first page quickly.
"No! I don't want to write a stupid
essay!" Bra whined as she read the second page of the form that said "Write a
3-5 page essay on why you want to go to college."
"This sucks!" Bra exclaimed looking
over all the applications which all required essays.
"Ah!" Bra groaned realizing this was
going to take days and she'd have to postponed her English paper. Bra sighed
before heading downstairs to get a soda before starting the long college
application process.
"Hey shorty!" Trunks insulted his
little sister from the living room where he was watching T.V.
"Hey Pretty Boy!" Bra insulted back
opening the fridge to get a soda.
"Hi everyone!" Dr. Briefs greeted
walking in.
"Hi Grandpa!" Bra and Trunks both
said.
"Grandpa! No!" Bra yelled running
over and stealing his cigarette before he could light it.
"You're a sciencetist! You should
know how bad this is to your health!" Bra scolded.
"I know Starlight." Dr. Breifs
admitted.
"Dome on Grandpa. I'll help you out
in the lab." Bra offered trying to distract her Grandpa. She'd have to stay up
late know to finish her homework.
For the next couple of weeks Bra
pulled constant all nighters. Everyday she had like a million things to do and
not enough time. Every time Bra wanted to do her school work or choreograph and
practice her cheerleading routine Vegeta wanted her to train. When Bra trained
Bulma told her to go study. It was like she was being torn in two.
"Hey Bra!" Pan greeted as her best
friend go to school.
"Hi." Bra yawned. Sleeping less than
five hours was getting to her.
"Studying for our math test?" Pan
asked knowing that was it.
"Yeah!" Bra said as they meet their
other best friend at their lockers.
"Hey Blondie." Bra used her nickname
for Marron.
"Hey!" Marron said cherry as they
grabbed their books and binders. The three teen girls were sitting in their
history class after launch talking before class started.
"Bra." Mr. Day called.
" I didn't do it!" Bra said like a
reflex walking up to her teachers desk.
"What? You didn't get high honors in
history and math on the national test." Mr. Day asked showing Bra the gold
award with her name on it.
"Oh yeah! That's mine!" Bra said
happily taking her award. Studying and working hard paid off with great rewards
but it had it's downfall….
"Eck! I don't feel good." Bra
complained resting her head on her desk in English a week later.
"What's wrong?" Pan asked concerned.
"My head hurts." Bra pouted.
"What' wrong Bra? Are you tired?"
Mrs. Adair asked her favorite student who she picked for the Warriors Pride
Award. A special award at that high school where every teacher picked one student out of all their classes
they thought was the best.
"I don't feel very good." Bra said
slowly her throat starting to hurt.
"Why don't you go home?" Mrs. Adair
suggested.
"No. I want to get perfect
attendance and work on our project." Bra referred to the Victorian era magazine
final project……
"Bra! Dinners ready!" Bulma said
walking into her daughters room to find her in front of her computer busy
typing.
"I'm not hungry." Bra said never
stopping typing her articles on author Jane Austin. One of the five articles
for the Victorian Era project.
"Are you sick sweetie?" Bulma asked
sensing it.
"I'm fine mom." Bra lied
concentrating on her paper.
"You have a fever!' Bulma exclaimed
feeling her daughters hot forehead.
"You should be in bed resting." Bulma said,
"No. I have to finish this and then
write two more." Bra coughed.
"But your sick! You have a really
high fever. You have to stay home from school tomorrow." Bulma went parental.
"No!" Bra almost screamed excepted
she was losing her voice.
" I can't miss school! I have to get
perfect attendance!" Bra stated.
"But you could have meningitis. I
should take you to the doctor tomorrow." Bulma insisted worried.
"No! I haven't missed one single day
of school for the past four years. Not even Sophomore year during finals when I
had like 105 fever! I never gave up! And I'm not about to back down now!" Bra
said determined to be the first girl in her high school to graduate with
perfect attendance.
"I understand.' Bulma gave up
knowing how much this meant to Bra. Bulma hugged her daughter before leaving.
Bra worked until 10 then took some NyQuil before going to sleep…………….
"Hello." Bra answered her purple
glitter cordless phone as she sat on her bed reading her history book.
"Hey girl! Wuz up?" Marron asked.
"Just studying for my history test."
Bra answered.
"So you feel better?" Marron asked.
"Not really! I need my NyQuil." Bra
said grabbing the bottle and taking a sip.
"I swear girl. One of these days
you're going to OD on NyQuil." Marron teased.
"Whatever!" Bra rolled her eyes.
"At least there's one good thing
about being sick. Dad's not making me train." Bra laughed.
"That's good." Marron laughed.
"Yeah. But I know he's going to make
be train double when I get better." Bra shook her head.
"Hold up girl. I've got another
call." Bra said hearing a beep.
"Hello." Bra said clicking over.
"Hey Bra!" Pan said.
"Hold on. Let me hang up with
Marron." Bra said clicking over to her other friend.
"Hey. It's Pan. I'll call you back."
Bra told Marron.
"Okay bye." Marron said hanging up
as Bra clicked over to Pan.
"Wuz up?" Bra asked as she and Pan
started talking about school.
"Hey Bra." Goten greeted passing by
her room.
"Hey." Bra smiled as he walked in.
"I've got something for you." Goten said a little shy.
"Really?" Bra asked. Goten just
smiled his famous Son smile.
"Hey Pan. I'll call you back.
Goten's here." Bra informed.
"Ohhh! My uncles there." Pan
implied.
"Whatever!" Bra said knowing Pan
would love it if she went out with her uncle.
"Bra and Goten sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S.." Pan started singing.
"Anyways!' Bra said hanging up on
her annoying friend.
"Where my present?" Bra demanded
playfully as Goten sat down next to her.
"Down girl." Goten laughed.
"First I want to know how you're
feeling. Trunks told me you're hella sick." Goten said concerned.
"Yeah. I feel terrible but Trunks's
loving it cuz I lost my voice and couldn't scream at him." Bra laughed.
"Why don't you stay home and rest?"
Goten asked concerned.
"No. I can't. I want to graduate
with perfect attendance." Bra stated stubbornly.
"But you're killing yourself. It
would suck if you worked so hard and then couldn't go to graduation because you
were deadly sick." Goten wasn't helping.
"Shut up!" Bra warned.
"Sorry." Goten apologized giving Bra
a purple glittery star box with purple nail polish, lip gloss, and a star
glitter ring.
"Thanx Goten! I love it!" Bra
exclaimed hugging Goten.
"I'm glad." Goten smiled watching
his crush put on the star ring.
"I hope you get better." Goten said
leaving to talk to Trunks………….
"OMG! Guess what?!" Bra asked
excitedly running into her house.
"What?" Bulma asked.
"I'm #1 in the graduating class of
2000!" Bra announced her class rank dancing around happy.
"That's great sweetie!" Bulma
congratulated hugging her daughter.
"That's great Princess." Vegeta said
not really getting what's the big deal as Bra hugged him.
"Now that your not sick you can
start training again." Vegeta said.
"Later. I have to tell Grandpa!" Bra
shrieked running off to spread the good news……..
"It goes around the world! La la!"
The music blasted as Bra practiced the galactic hot dance routine she
choreographed for her cheerleading squad. Bra danced around to the high energy
music loving it. Graduation was a month and a half away which meant hardly any
work cuz it was time for the fun stuff.
Prom was in two weeks and Bra was
nominated for Prom Queen and she was going with Nick the hot blonde blue eyed
smart football player. The next week was Senior Trip which Bra was really
looking forward to. It was true that senior year was the most stressful but it
was also the funest!
"Wow! Bra's good!" Goten commented
to Trunks watching Bra do some high kicks and flips.
"Stop checking out my sister before
my dad kills you." Trunks warned disgusted as they walking inside to play video
games.
"I need to talk to you.": Bulma said
walking over to Bra who was playing with her tigers.
"Wuz up mom?" Bra asked throwing a
ball for her tigers to chase.
"Don't make a date for Friday night.
I'm throwing your brother a surprise birthday part." Bulma informed.
"Okay." Bra agreed as SF brought
back the ball.
"Bra! Training!" Vegeta yelled
heading to the Gravity Room.
"Coming daddy!" Bra said in a sing
song voice…………………………..
Friday
Night at Trunks Birthday Party.
"Wow! You look gorgeous!" Goten
compliment Bra.
"Thanx." Bra said modeling her
galactic purple glitter star mini skirt, top, and go go boots.
"Wanna dance?" Bra asked Goten as
the D.J. played a Trance song.
"Sure." Goten smiled as they walked
to the dance floor.
Bra and Goten were getting a soda
when they ran into their parents talking.
"Congratulations Bra. Your mom tells
me you're graduating with honors and perfect attendance Chi Chi said hugging
Bra.
"And # 1 in her class, and nationals
exams, and she's also nominated for prom queen." Bulma bragged.
"Wow! You must be really proud
Vegeta." Goku said impressed.
"I'd be prouder if she becomes a
super Saiyan." Vegeta grumbled.
"Don't start." Bulma warned.
"Stupid human schools and
traditions! She's a Saiyan! She need to train!" Vegeta argued starting a fight.
Bra just stood watching her parents
fight over what she should be wishing she could tell them off or blast them.
"I have a request here for the
lovely Bra Vegeta to sing from a secret admirer." The D.J. announced getting
lots of ohh's from the guest and a death glare from Vegeta.
Bra was a little surprised but
walked over to the D.J's turn table.
"Who do you think Bra's secret
admirer is?" Marron asked Pan.
"I don't know. She has millions. But
I do know she's probably going to sing one of her girl power songs." Pan said
watching Bra on stage fixing the microphone stand as the music started.
"I want to be the best at
everything. I want to be the perfect princess." Bra sang changing the words to
Pink's 'Split Personality'.
"And I would never dare to give up.
I'm a Saiyan." Bra continued.
"And now my college applications are
due, and now Frezza's back, I hate always fighting to save the world." Bra
admitted in her song.
"Tell me what do they see when they
look at me. A genius or a warrior?" Bra asked.
"Ohh can you help me? Does anybody
hear me? Can they even see this is my reality?" Bra sang with emotions.
"I'll say it again. I can't take it
anymore. Although I'll always fight on. I'm not satisfied with this being the
end." Bra sang.
"Ha. This is just the beginning."
Bra smirked Vegeta-ish.
"One day I'll dance in the stars.
One day I'll take off and fly away. Why can't I say this? Why can't I do that?
What do they want from me? Tell me how to act!" Bra sang looking down.
"So I'm finally going to do what I
want." Bra sang more powerful.
"Nobody knows be well enough to
label be trouble or ever disturbed." Bra accused taking the mic off the stand.
"When you break it down I'm just two
races." Bra sang walking over to her parents.
"Trying to train, trying to study,
trying to go Super Saiyan. Everyone's go different expectations of me. I've go
to be the Perfect Princess." Bra finished putting down the mic and running off
as the everyone clapped.
"Bra! Wait up!" Goten called out
chasing Bra outside.
"What?!" Bra demand taking out her
anger on innocent Goten.
"I just want to say I like your
song." Goten said timidly.
"Yeah well I just couldn't take it
anymore. I mean do you have any idea what it's like to have a mom constantly
nagging you to get straight A's and a dad who wants you to be the strongest
Saiyan ever?!" Bra asked.
"Yeah. My mom's Chi Chi and my dad's
Goku." Goten replied.
"That's true." Bra realized Goten
was probably the only one who understood her.
"But you're a third class Saiyan and
I'm royalty. The one and only Saiyan Princess." Bra couldn't resist as she
looked up at the glitter star dark night.
"I just wish I knew who requested
for me to sing so I could tell him 'Thanx'." Bra admitted after a few moments
of silence.
"You're welcome." Goten said with
his Son smile.
"What?" Bra asked confused. Goten
just kept smiling.
"But the D.J. said it was from a
secret admirer." Bra said.
"I know. I've like you for a long
time." Goten confessed leaning in and kissing Bra.
"I love you." Goten whispered.
"No." Bra said stepping back away
from him.
"No! I don't want a boyfriend! I
don't believe in love!" Bra said harshly running away leaving behind a
heartbroken Goten……………………
The
Next Day at the Cheerleading Competition
"Isn't this galactic!" Bra exclaimed
showing off the first place trophy.
"Congratulation!" Her friends and
family hugged her.
"I have more great news! Your
acceptance letter to my alumni college arrived. Now you can be a scientist like
me." Bulma said hugging Bra.
"What? Didn't you hear my song
yesterday?" Bra demanded losing her temper.
"Yeah! She's going to be a warrior!"
Vegeta stated.
"No! I don't want to be a warrior! I
don't want to be a scientist! I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" Bra
screamed throwing a tantrum her ki rising.
"I've had it! You two are going to
give me a nervous break down!" Bra screamed at her parents her hair flashing
gold. As Bra continued screaming at her parents a spaceship landed.
"I'm Frezza's brother. I'm hear to
kill the saiyans for revenge." An ugly creature said stepping out of the space
ship.
"Burn in hell!" Bra screamed
blasting him into another dimension. When the smoke cleared Bra had wavy gold
glowing hair.
"Bra! You're a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta
said.
"I don't care!" Bra snapped sill in
rage.
"My little Princess is a Super
Saiyan!" Vegeta said proudly hugging his daughter.
"I am?" Bra asked happily as she
powered down and her hair turned lavender.
After that Bra had a long talk with
her parents. She told Bulma she didn't want to be a scientist and that she was
going to go to college in California to be a zoologist or veterinarian cuz she
loved animals. Or even go to LA to become a singer. But she told Vegeta she
would never stop training…………..
"I'm sorry about last night Goten."
Bra said approaching Goten at her victory party.
"It's just that I'm graduating in a
month and then leaving. I don't have time for a boyfriend and I don't really
want one. I don't want to break your heart but I don't believe in love." Bra
had a heart to heart with Goten.
"I understand." Goten lied sadly as
Bra gave him a small kiss on the lips.
"I'll make you love me someday."
Goten promised watching his princess walk out of his life.
The
End?????????
Authors
Note- Class of 2000 #1!