Transformation Unwanted Part I
I was inspired to write this fic after seeing the cutest drawing of Bra as a Super Saiyan:
with Goku's hair; with Vegeta's hair; as SS-J 3 and 4.
Thanks to my fic buddy, Maria Cline for brainstorming some dialogue with me.
The story takes place five years after the end of GT. And as always, I don't buy that bull
crap that the Sons and the Briefs lost contact with one another after GT. :)
"Trunks, do you think that you and Goten can go 'play' somewhere else!?!?" Bra bellowed out
her bedroom window to her brother and his best friend who were sparring in the backyard. They
had powered up so much, they were actually shaking the entire Capsule Corp. compound.
"Hey, Bra, come on down!" Goten yelled back up at her. Ever since Goku had disappeared with
the Dragon, the older demi-Saiyans had kicked up their training a notch or two. They sparred
every day and trained in the gravity capsule, when they could manage to get the Saiyan Prince
out of it.
"That's so funny, Goten!!!" She screamed back. They had always mocked her for not becoming a
Super Saiyan like them, her father, Gohan, and of course, Goku. However, what Trunks and Goten
did not seem to fathom was that Bra really couldn't care less. She was quite content being the
powerless demi-Saiyan; Daddy's Princess; and her newly acquired title--Super Model.
Bra turned from the window where she could hear Trunks berate the youngest Son male for teasing
his little sister. 'Ah, I can always count on you, big brother,' she thought as she went back
to her bed and the myriad of model magazine strewn across it. The youngest Brief had
graduated from high school just two short months ago and had already landed a very lucrative
modeling contract with Western Capital City's most prominent modeling agency.
The phone rang as she finished with the last magazine-- it was Pan. She was in a frenzy. Goten
and Trunks had left her out, once again, in their training. Bra told her that all she had to
do was just fly over and join in on the fun, but Pan wouldn't hear of it. She wanted them to
ask her to come along. The youngest of the Son clan wanted to be accepted into Trunks's and
Goten's little 'Saiyan club.'
"Pan, you know they'll never accept you unless you go Super Saiyan, and we all know that's
impossible," Bra rolled her eyes as she was tiring of trying to convince her that females
could not be Super Saiyans. There had never been a Saiyan female to go Super Saiyan, so Pan
was just beating a dead horse on the subject.
"Bra, you sound just like Trunks. 'You're a little girl, Panny. You'll never be a strong
Super Saiyan like me!'" She fumed.
"Listen, I think I hear Daddy calling for me. I'll talk to you later, Pan-chan," Bra said
just before hanging up the phone. She sighed as she fell back against the headboard of her
bed. Why couldn't Pan just accept herself as she was? She was a strong, quarter-Saiyan
warrior. Why was it so important that two men almost half her age, who were at least half her
maturity, respect her?
Just as she was thinking of her best friend, a huge Ki blast shot through the wall of her room,
hitting her bed, and sending her flying and crashing into the wall.
"That does it!!! I have put up with enough of this macho bullshit!!! First they cause
earthquakes, and now they have destroyed my room. And . . ." she began as she looked around,
"my MODEL MAGAZINES!!!" She fumed as steam came out of her ears. Walking over to the hole in
her wall, she could hear Trunks blaming Goten for still not having the greatest control when it
came to Ki blasts.
"Good thing Bra's a demi-Saiyan. A blast like that would've killed Paresu or Marron*," Goten
commented. *Author's note: Paresu and Goten are married in this story, and Trunks is engaged
to Marron.
"I HATE THE TWO OF YOU!!! DO YOU THINK THAT JUST ONCE, YOU COULD ACT LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE INSTEAD
OF MANIACS WITH POWERS YOU CAN'T OBVIOUSLY CONTROL!?!?!!" Bra screeched out the hole, which
she was leaning farther and farther out of.
"Bra-chan, don't lean out any farther! You're gonna fall!" Trunks warned.
"Shut- up, Trunks! Don't change the subject!!!" She yelled before losing her balance and
falling from the seventh story window. Bra began to plummet to the ground, all the while
screaming until something caught her. She removed her hands from in front of her clinched
eyes. Expecting to find Trunks holding her in his arms, she was shocked beyond belief that
she was the one actually holding herself up in the air. It was her Ki that she was floating
on.
She knew she had Ki. Vegeta had told her when she was just a child that all beings had Ki,
and she had the potential to tap into hers and use it. She laughed at her father, thinking he
was just telling her that story to keep her quiet. Later, she did learn to use some of it, but
she was possessed by Bebi at the time. She didn't remember a thing that happened during all
that. Pan told her that she was very powerful while the Tuffle Prince possessed her. The
older girl seemed a bit jealous of Bra's hidden power, and infuriated by the fact that the
demi-Saiyan had no desire to unleash it.
Imagine the surprise Bra was experiencing, now multiply that times infinity from the looks on
Trunks and Goten's faces. Not only had she caught herself on her own Ki, the overwhelming fear
she was feeling had triggered something that anger, rage, and self-pity had triggered in other
people's transformation. Trunks's jaw was literally on the ground as he looked upon his
sister as he had never seen her before-- as a Super Saiyan.
"B-Bra, you're . . . " he trailed off.
"Yeah, I know. I'm flying. Don't expect me to start--"
"You're a Super Saiyan," Goten said in total awe.
"What?! That's not funny, Goten. First you and Trunks nearly kill me with your stupidity;
then I fall out of a window, almost to my death; and now you're being mean by teasing me," she
pouted as she floated to the ground.
"Bra? Is that you?" She heard her father call from behind her.
"Daddy!! You're home!!" She turned around to see that once Vegeta got a good look at her, he
fainted. "Daddy!?!?" She cried out in horror at the sight of her strong father lying on the
porch step.
"Bra, you made Papa faint!" Trunks scolded. He, Bra, and Goten ran over to the Saiyan Prince
who was prone on the back porch. Bra put his head in her lap and began to stroke her father's
hair.
"Trunks, I've had just about all I'm going to take off you," she warned as she turned her head
from her father, who was just coming to.
"Bra, have you gone Super Saiyan?" Vegeta managed to get out in between rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, no, not you too, Daddy!" She sounded exasperated as Goten pointed to a pool of water that
had collected on the porch. Bra looked down into the puddle, and the breath was taken from her
when she caught the sight of herself in the tiny, make-shift mirror. She was a Super Saiyan!!
I was inspired to write this fic after seeing the cutest drawing of Bra as a Super Saiyan:
with Goku's hair; with Vegeta's hair; as SS-J 3 and 4.
Thanks to my fic buddy, Maria Cline for brainstorming some dialogue with me.
The story takes place five years after the end of GT. And as always, I don't buy that bull
crap that the Sons and the Briefs lost contact with one another after GT. :)
"Trunks, do you think that you and Goten can go 'play' somewhere else!?!?" Bra bellowed out
her bedroom window to her brother and his best friend who were sparring in the backyard. They
had powered up so much, they were actually shaking the entire Capsule Corp. compound.
"Hey, Bra, come on down!" Goten yelled back up at her. Ever since Goku had disappeared with
the Dragon, the older demi-Saiyans had kicked up their training a notch or two. They sparred
every day and trained in the gravity capsule, when they could manage to get the Saiyan Prince
out of it.
"That's so funny, Goten!!!" She screamed back. They had always mocked her for not becoming a
Super Saiyan like them, her father, Gohan, and of course, Goku. However, what Trunks and Goten
did not seem to fathom was that Bra really couldn't care less. She was quite content being the
powerless demi-Saiyan; Daddy's Princess; and her newly acquired title--Super Model.
Bra turned from the window where she could hear Trunks berate the youngest Son male for teasing
his little sister. 'Ah, I can always count on you, big brother,' she thought as she went back
to her bed and the myriad of model magazine strewn across it. The youngest Brief had
graduated from high school just two short months ago and had already landed a very lucrative
modeling contract with Western Capital City's most prominent modeling agency.
The phone rang as she finished with the last magazine-- it was Pan. She was in a frenzy. Goten
and Trunks had left her out, once again, in their training. Bra told her that all she had to
do was just fly over and join in on the fun, but Pan wouldn't hear of it. She wanted them to
ask her to come along. The youngest of the Son clan wanted to be accepted into Trunks's and
Goten's little 'Saiyan club.'
"Pan, you know they'll never accept you unless you go Super Saiyan, and we all know that's
impossible," Bra rolled her eyes as she was tiring of trying to convince her that females
could not be Super Saiyans. There had never been a Saiyan female to go Super Saiyan, so Pan
was just beating a dead horse on the subject.
"Bra, you sound just like Trunks. 'You're a little girl, Panny. You'll never be a strong
Super Saiyan like me!'" She fumed.
"Listen, I think I hear Daddy calling for me. I'll talk to you later, Pan-chan," Bra said
just before hanging up the phone. She sighed as she fell back against the headboard of her
bed. Why couldn't Pan just accept herself as she was? She was a strong, quarter-Saiyan
warrior. Why was it so important that two men almost half her age, who were at least half her
maturity, respect her?
Just as she was thinking of her best friend, a huge Ki blast shot through the wall of her room,
hitting her bed, and sending her flying and crashing into the wall.
"That does it!!! I have put up with enough of this macho bullshit!!! First they cause
earthquakes, and now they have destroyed my room. And . . ." she began as she looked around,
"my MODEL MAGAZINES!!!" She fumed as steam came out of her ears. Walking over to the hole in
her wall, she could hear Trunks blaming Goten for still not having the greatest control when it
came to Ki blasts.
"Good thing Bra's a demi-Saiyan. A blast like that would've killed Paresu or Marron*," Goten
commented. *Author's note: Paresu and Goten are married in this story, and Trunks is engaged
to Marron.
"I HATE THE TWO OF YOU!!! DO YOU THINK THAT JUST ONCE, YOU COULD ACT LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE INSTEAD
OF MANIACS WITH POWERS YOU CAN'T OBVIOUSLY CONTROL!?!?!!" Bra screeched out the hole, which
she was leaning farther and farther out of.
"Bra-chan, don't lean out any farther! You're gonna fall!" Trunks warned.
"Shut- up, Trunks! Don't change the subject!!!" She yelled before losing her balance and
falling from the seventh story window. Bra began to plummet to the ground, all the while
screaming until something caught her. She removed her hands from in front of her clinched
eyes. Expecting to find Trunks holding her in his arms, she was shocked beyond belief that
she was the one actually holding herself up in the air. It was her Ki that she was floating
on.
She knew she had Ki. Vegeta had told her when she was just a child that all beings had Ki,
and she had the potential to tap into hers and use it. She laughed at her father, thinking he
was just telling her that story to keep her quiet. Later, she did learn to use some of it, but
she was possessed by Bebi at the time. She didn't remember a thing that happened during all
that. Pan told her that she was very powerful while the Tuffle Prince possessed her. The
older girl seemed a bit jealous of Bra's hidden power, and infuriated by the fact that the
demi-Saiyan had no desire to unleash it.
Imagine the surprise Bra was experiencing, now multiply that times infinity from the looks on
Trunks and Goten's faces. Not only had she caught herself on her own Ki, the overwhelming fear
she was feeling had triggered something that anger, rage, and self-pity had triggered in other
people's transformation. Trunks's jaw was literally on the ground as he looked upon his
sister as he had never seen her before-- as a Super Saiyan.
"B-Bra, you're . . . " he trailed off.
"Yeah, I know. I'm flying. Don't expect me to start--"
"You're a Super Saiyan," Goten said in total awe.
"What?! That's not funny, Goten. First you and Trunks nearly kill me with your stupidity;
then I fall out of a window, almost to my death; and now you're being mean by teasing me," she
pouted as she floated to the ground.
"Bra? Is that you?" She heard her father call from behind her.
"Daddy!! You're home!!" She turned around to see that once Vegeta got a good look at her, he
fainted. "Daddy!?!?" She cried out in horror at the sight of her strong father lying on the
porch step.
"Bra, you made Papa faint!" Trunks scolded. He, Bra, and Goten ran over to the Saiyan Prince
who was prone on the back porch. Bra put his head in her lap and began to stroke her father's
hair.
"Trunks, I've had just about all I'm going to take off you," she warned as she turned her head
from her father, who was just coming to.
"Bra, have you gone Super Saiyan?" Vegeta managed to get out in between rubbing his eyes.
"Oh, no, not you too, Daddy!" She sounded exasperated as Goten pointed to a pool of water that
had collected on the porch. Bra looked down into the puddle, and the breath was taken from her
when she caught the sight of herself in the tiny, make-shift mirror. She was a Super Saiyan!!