Transformation Unwanted Part II
Frustrations and Envies
Again, thanks to my fic bud, Maria Cline for help with the dialogue.
"Look at my hair!!! It looks like some blind person took a pair of scissors to it!!! And my eyes
can't be green!!! Everyone knows blond hair and blue eyes are what's in!!!" Bra shouted as she
looked upon herself in the mirror.
Her father came up in behind her and hmmphed like he always did. "You should be honored! You
have achieved what no other Saiyan woman has!! And yet you complain about something as
frivilous as your hairstyle and eye color!!!"
"Daddy, I can't go around looking like a freak with a bad haircut. I just won't go Super
Saiyan," she simply stated.
"Not go Super Saiyan!?!?! When I was your age, I would've done anything to be a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta boggled at the concept.
"And when you were her age, you were a mass murderer," Bulma added with a giggle as she came
into the room. "Bra, I think you should do with your new found powers what you want to do with
them," she stated as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"What do I want to do with them?" She pondered out loud.
"You want to be a warrior, just like your father and brother!" Vegeta spat.
"But, Daddy, I'm not a warrior. I'm a model," she tried to explain as her father dragged her
out of her room and downstairs.
"Now, here," he said as he handed her some armor, "go put these on and meet me outside in five
minutes."
"Daddy!" Bra protested as she watched her father walk outside. "Mom, these colors clash!"
"Bra, just wear it one time. Your father will see you're not a warrior and not make you wear
them ever again," Bulma smiled to her youngest.
"Ouch, Daddy! That hurt!!!" Vegeta's youngest whined as she rubbed her cheek. Her father had
just upper-cutted her with his right fist. She was sure that he'd caused a bruise to come up,
but she also knew that Goten and Gohan kept Senzu around-- always.
"Bra, you're supposed to defend!!!" He scolded.
"I told you that I'm not a warrior. Please, listen to me," she stated as she stopped one of
his fists from connecting with her face.
"You did it!" He exclaimed. His face lit up with so much happiness that it nearly broke her
heart thinking about what she had to tell him; what she had to make him understand. She
couldn't be the warrior that he and Trunks were. The Saiyan blood that flowed through her
veins did not beckon her to violence. She tended to believe that her Saiyan blood caused her
to be competitive-- especially about her looks. That's why she was the top model in the city.
"Papa. I know that you want both of your children to be warriors, but it's just not in me.
I'm sorry I've been a disappointment to you," she said as she began to cry.
"Bra, you have never disappointed me. I am proud of the woman you've become," he stated as he
pulled her into a rare hug.
"So, it's okay that I'm not a warrior?"
"Yes," he stated breaking the hug. He turned to walk out of the room only to be almost
trampled by Pan.
"Is it true, Bra?!!?" The youngest Son asked, out of breath.
"Brat, do you know how close you have become to being blown to oblivion?!?!" The Saiyan Prince
seethed.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta-sama. I didn't mean to run into you. I was just hurrying over here to ask
Bra was it true what Goten and Trunks are saying."
"Which is?" Bra asked with an eyebrow raised.
"That you went Super Saiyan!!" Pan exclaimed, taking Bra's hands into hers and jumping up and
down.
"Yes, it's true, Pan-chan."
"How?!?!"
"Well, I fell out of a window, and well . . . it just happened."
"That's it!?!? No blinding anger?!?! No intensive rage?!!?" Pan asked in disbelief,
remembering how her grandfather and father went Super Saiyan.
"Nope. I think it was fear," Bra shrugged, then began to walk off. Vegeta began to follow
his daughter, but before exiting the room he looked back at Pan and commented,
"Maybe you need to fall out of a window." He laughed softly, then turned to go.
"Maybe I do," Pan stated with her chin in her hand. "Maybe I do."
Frustrations and Envies
Again, thanks to my fic bud, Maria Cline for help with the dialogue.
"Look at my hair!!! It looks like some blind person took a pair of scissors to it!!! And my eyes
can't be green!!! Everyone knows blond hair and blue eyes are what's in!!!" Bra shouted as she
looked upon herself in the mirror.
Her father came up in behind her and hmmphed like he always did. "You should be honored! You
have achieved what no other Saiyan woman has!! And yet you complain about something as
frivilous as your hairstyle and eye color!!!"
"Daddy, I can't go around looking like a freak with a bad haircut. I just won't go Super
Saiyan," she simply stated.
"Not go Super Saiyan!?!?! When I was your age, I would've done anything to be a Super Saiyan!" Vegeta boggled at the concept.
"And when you were her age, you were a mass murderer," Bulma added with a giggle as she came
into the room. "Bra, I think you should do with your new found powers what you want to do with
them," she stated as she kissed her daughter's forehead.
"What do I want to do with them?" She pondered out loud.
"You want to be a warrior, just like your father and brother!" Vegeta spat.
"But, Daddy, I'm not a warrior. I'm a model," she tried to explain as her father dragged her
out of her room and downstairs.
"Now, here," he said as he handed her some armor, "go put these on and meet me outside in five
minutes."
"Daddy!" Bra protested as she watched her father walk outside. "Mom, these colors clash!"
"Bra, just wear it one time. Your father will see you're not a warrior and not make you wear
them ever again," Bulma smiled to her youngest.
"Ouch, Daddy! That hurt!!!" Vegeta's youngest whined as she rubbed her cheek. Her father had
just upper-cutted her with his right fist. She was sure that he'd caused a bruise to come up,
but she also knew that Goten and Gohan kept Senzu around-- always.
"Bra, you're supposed to defend!!!" He scolded.
"I told you that I'm not a warrior. Please, listen to me," she stated as she stopped one of
his fists from connecting with her face.
"You did it!" He exclaimed. His face lit up with so much happiness that it nearly broke her
heart thinking about what she had to tell him; what she had to make him understand. She
couldn't be the warrior that he and Trunks were. The Saiyan blood that flowed through her
veins did not beckon her to violence. She tended to believe that her Saiyan blood caused her
to be competitive-- especially about her looks. That's why she was the top model in the city.
"Papa. I know that you want both of your children to be warriors, but it's just not in me.
I'm sorry I've been a disappointment to you," she said as she began to cry.
"Bra, you have never disappointed me. I am proud of the woman you've become," he stated as he
pulled her into a rare hug.
"So, it's okay that I'm not a warrior?"
"Yes," he stated breaking the hug. He turned to walk out of the room only to be almost
trampled by Pan.
"Is it true, Bra?!!?" The youngest Son asked, out of breath.
"Brat, do you know how close you have become to being blown to oblivion?!?!" The Saiyan Prince
seethed.
"I'm sorry, Vegeta-sama. I didn't mean to run into you. I was just hurrying over here to ask
Bra was it true what Goten and Trunks are saying."
"Which is?" Bra asked with an eyebrow raised.
"That you went Super Saiyan!!" Pan exclaimed, taking Bra's hands into hers and jumping up and
down.
"Yes, it's true, Pan-chan."
"How?!?!"
"Well, I fell out of a window, and well . . . it just happened."
"That's it!?!? No blinding anger?!?! No intensive rage?!!?" Pan asked in disbelief,
remembering how her grandfather and father went Super Saiyan.
"Nope. I think it was fear," Bra shrugged, then began to walk off. Vegeta began to follow
his daughter, but before exiting the room he looked back at Pan and commented,
"Maybe you need to fall out of a window." He laughed softly, then turned to go.
"Maybe I do," Pan stated with her chin in her hand. "Maybe I do."