Nightmares
Chapter 2: Bra's Dreams
She hunched over her friend, scrutinizing the girl's look in the blue dress. "Pan, you look fantastic!" She cried happily, sincerely glad for the other teen. Dark hair spilled over Pan's shoulders, onto the thin straps of the dress. Pan looked like a china doll in the dress, complete with the white skin.
She looked at the watch on her tanned arm, checking the time. "Yay! We still have two more hours till my mom kills me for missing dinner!" she exclaimed. She picked white dress off the rack, holding it against her for Pan to see. "Do you think this will look good on me?"
"Yeah, Bra! It'll look perfect!" Pan giggled, pushing her hair off her shoulders. "Everyone will love it!" Bra smiled at her friend and went off into the changing room to try it on. Inside the room, Bra glanced at herself in a mirror. Blue hair, blue eyes, tan skin. She always looked "perfect" according to her friends. But she wasn't really that perfect inside.
If she was, why would she always wonder at herself inside? She sometimes didn't even tell Pan, her BFF. So why was she so insecure? She didn't know. On the outside she was so perfect, always calm and reserved and beautiful. Sure, she was no elegant hottie like Pan, and she wasn't a pretty blonde like Marron.
She was Bra, the beautiful daughter of Bulma and Vejita, which certainly gave her a proud heritage. Did that matter? She was beginning to crack and wear down. Hiding everything inside was taking its toll on her. She wouldn't break down though. Her pride wouldn't give her that comfort.
She slipped her clothes off and threw the dress on over her head. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Like always, she was greeted with a beautiful youth, innocent, but not.
She had her secrets. Like her lifelong crush on Son Goten, for one thing. Would she ever get over that? No, she probably wouldn't. Goten was too cute for that to happen even if he was her brother's best friend and probably in love with her brother's girlfriend. He had told her that, once. He, among other people, liked confiding secrets in her. Things she couldn't tell, things others didn't know.
She stepped out, and the attendants whistled. She cracked a cocky smile. She may look like an airhead, but she certainly wasn't one. "So, I can take a guess on how I look, ne?" Pan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, take your guess. I'm sure you know way too well."
"I do, but it's fun to guess." Bra smiled at her friend. "I better get out of this so I can buy it." Pan nodded, her bangs, long since grown out, flying into her face. "Damn, why can't these freaking things stay where they belong?" Pan complained, her patience worn thin, like always.
Everything would be like it always was, wouldn't it? Nothing would ever change, right. Trunks and Marron would probably get married, and Goten would still pine after Marron. She would still pine after Goten, and Pan would still love Trunks. If things were going to change, well, when? Because Bra Briefs Vejita would sure like to prepare for that day.
Bra stepped back into the changing room, the moment of awe and beauty gone, and life was back to normal. Nothing interesting ever happened around West Capital, and life currently sucked in general.
Bra changed back into her blue minidress, a fake smile plastered back onto her face. She and Pan paid, and went to the music store.
*Owari*
Yay! That's done too! Geez, these chapters are so short I could churn them out in my sleep. The fic is going to pick up soon as next chapter Goten, Marron, and Trunks come in. Things will certainly get interesting then, ne?
R&R and be sure to recommend this fic, if it was good, to some friends or whatever!
Sayanora,
tinuviel
Chapter 2: Bra's Dreams
She hunched over her friend, scrutinizing the girl's look in the blue dress. "Pan, you look fantastic!" She cried happily, sincerely glad for the other teen. Dark hair spilled over Pan's shoulders, onto the thin straps of the dress. Pan looked like a china doll in the dress, complete with the white skin.
She looked at the watch on her tanned arm, checking the time. "Yay! We still have two more hours till my mom kills me for missing dinner!" she exclaimed. She picked white dress off the rack, holding it against her for Pan to see. "Do you think this will look good on me?"
"Yeah, Bra! It'll look perfect!" Pan giggled, pushing her hair off her shoulders. "Everyone will love it!" Bra smiled at her friend and went off into the changing room to try it on. Inside the room, Bra glanced at herself in a mirror. Blue hair, blue eyes, tan skin. She always looked "perfect" according to her friends. But she wasn't really that perfect inside.
If she was, why would she always wonder at herself inside? She sometimes didn't even tell Pan, her BFF. So why was she so insecure? She didn't know. On the outside she was so perfect, always calm and reserved and beautiful. Sure, she was no elegant hottie like Pan, and she wasn't a pretty blonde like Marron.
She was Bra, the beautiful daughter of Bulma and Vejita, which certainly gave her a proud heritage. Did that matter? She was beginning to crack and wear down. Hiding everything inside was taking its toll on her. She wouldn't break down though. Her pride wouldn't give her that comfort.
She slipped her clothes off and threw the dress on over her head. She looked at herself in the mirror again. Like always, she was greeted with a beautiful youth, innocent, but not.
She had her secrets. Like her lifelong crush on Son Goten, for one thing. Would she ever get over that? No, she probably wouldn't. Goten was too cute for that to happen even if he was her brother's best friend and probably in love with her brother's girlfriend. He had told her that, once. He, among other people, liked confiding secrets in her. Things she couldn't tell, things others didn't know.
She stepped out, and the attendants whistled. She cracked a cocky smile. She may look like an airhead, but she certainly wasn't one. "So, I can take a guess on how I look, ne?" Pan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure, take your guess. I'm sure you know way too well."
"I do, but it's fun to guess." Bra smiled at her friend. "I better get out of this so I can buy it." Pan nodded, her bangs, long since grown out, flying into her face. "Damn, why can't these freaking things stay where they belong?" Pan complained, her patience worn thin, like always.
Everything would be like it always was, wouldn't it? Nothing would ever change, right. Trunks and Marron would probably get married, and Goten would still pine after Marron. She would still pine after Goten, and Pan would still love Trunks. If things were going to change, well, when? Because Bra Briefs Vejita would sure like to prepare for that day.
Bra stepped back into the changing room, the moment of awe and beauty gone, and life was back to normal. Nothing interesting ever happened around West Capital, and life currently sucked in general.
Bra changed back into her blue minidress, a fake smile plastered back onto her face. She and Pan paid, and went to the music store.
*Owari*
Yay! That's done too! Geez, these chapters are so short I could churn them out in my sleep. The fic is going to pick up soon as next chapter Goten, Marron, and Trunks come in. Things will certainly get interesting then, ne?
R&R and be sure to recommend this fic, if it was good, to some friends or whatever!
Sayanora,
tinuviel