~Fun Times~

            Well, aside from my busy life and the horizon of possibilities in my future, I've decided to sit down once more and churn out another chapter; I realize no one is really reading this at the moment, and possibly chapter two turned off a lot of readers, or my lack to "stick to that style" has done the same. Don't worry; unlike most fictions, my idea is to eventually incorporate the romance issues into the more adventure status of the story itself. So those of you who are looking for pure romance or lemon or something, I urge you to look elsewhere unless you want to skip all the chunky meat and find the "blood" in between chapters or whatever.

            Anywho, that's about all I have to say at the moment other than bear with me if you like one end of the spectrum or the other. Those of you who aren't a fan of gay relationships, especially in dragon ball z characters, keep reading; as I said, the romance will be pale compared to the rest, though it will *definitely* be there; kind of a 25%-romance 75%-adventure kind of blend.

            That's enough babble for tonight; enjoy!

~Gary~

            Bra stood heavy with breath, her entire corpse motionless except for her focused blue eyes training upon her father and his out held straight-elbowed arm. Vegeta was likewise motionless with a planted battle grin as smoke swirls came from the two landing areas of the blasted pair of "brothers", Goten and Trunks, each roughly an equidistance from the young girl.

            Vegeta expected her to crush; it was his intention from the start of that fiasco. The three things necessary for a Saiyan to transform were a high base energy level, which she obviously had (His was a mere two million when he first transformed, compared to her unmeasured but extremely high source), a pure heart, which she most certainly had to be displaying, and a trigger of intense emotions. If she thought her brother and "uncle" were dead, indeed she would transform, he reasoned with a straight face pulled from his days before becoming an ally to Goku and his many causes.

            At first Bra appeared everything the prince had hoped her to be: trembling, her energy flaring wildly about her as it suddenly cooled down, a 90% sign of shock, her blue eyes fixed blankly on her father. The smoke ethers slowed their ascent from Trunks and Goten where they lay in crippled states curled over and splayed out. The graviton hummed with the incredible gravity waves it sent out.

            Bra opened her mouth slowly, and then rather sporadically eased her energy within her, just enough to sustain herself from falling under the gravity pressure, and folded her arms, standing with pursed lips and rolling her eyes.

            "Nice try daddy, but not good enough." She finally stated, making Vegeta's out held hand fall down slightly, relaxing from its apparent ready-to-fire stance.

            "Excuse me?"

            Bra rolled her eyes again and leaned back on one foot as she fixed her ponytail with one free hand, glaring rather unamused at the Saiyan man before her.

            "You know what I mean, I'm not stupid you know. There are three things needed to ascend to Super Saiyan, high power level, purity of heart and intense anger or remorse. However, you made a few mistakes. One, with your experience you wouldn't have fired two really flashy shots after powering up to full to take out two powerful fighters when you could easily do so with a fast jab or slicing beam. Two, there is no motive behind your 'killing' of them, let alone me. And three… You're making it all too obvious, which would tie in with number one though…"

            Vegeta's jaw dropped and his shoulders sagged in disbelief.

            "You… you brat you!"

            Trunks and Goten stirred and slowly sat up, the game over; Vegeta had given them each a quick glance and enough of a telepathic "Hey!" that they knew what to do, though at the moment they couldn't help from breaking out in full grins. Bra was swift all right, especially for a 6-year old. Then again, she was a Saiyan, a Vegeta-Briefs, and daughter of Bulma Briefs at that…

            Vegeta growled in frustration and then slapped one hand to his face, holding it there and trying to pull it down.

            'Damnit… kids are too smart these days… she saw right through me!' he cursed himself, golden glow fading to white as his hair let down to black.

            "Well dad, I think we'll have to go back to the newer way of going Super, like I did when I was little." Trunks stated in a calm voice, rolling into a cross-legged sit as Goten did beside him.

            "And what's that?" Vegeta asked in his trademark-annoyed voice, though muffled through his hand. "I don't even know how you became one."
            "Exactly."
            Vegeta looked between his fingers.

            "Huh? What's that supposed to mean and how does that help us?"

            Trunks laughed as he continued.

            "Obviously we don't need to follow the 'rules' to a T, because I ascended when I was her age and I at least remember *not* being angry or intensely emotional. Perhaps all she has to do is focus on her energy work, or it'll come naturally sometime soon."

            Vegeta sighed, long and hard, before he finally put his hand down and folded his arms before his chest, scowling. Silence filled the room, excepting the low hum of the machine, the white walls maddeningly blank; it took sometime before anyone spoke up, the first person being Goten.

            "I'm hungry."
            Vegeta sweat dropped and the Vegeta-Briefs kids laughed humorlessly for a beat before Trunks finally stood up and clapped his hands together, changing his face to a more focused one. "Alright, how about we actually try to do some training?"

             Bra looked up and opened her mouth slightly as if unsure whether or not to speak, though Vegeta's interjection cut her off short.

            "A good idea, we've goofed around enough. Let's say we just do some intense physical training today with the gravity to our each of our personal maximums. There are 5 graviton rooms, the other 4 smaller than this, but we can do a physical routine and get some real work done." Vegeta grinned with a more playful tone, cracking his knuckles with emphasis.

            Again Bra looked about ready to add something, though the grown-ups were on a roll; at least she could give them that much, they weren't boringly babbling about nothing or responsibilities again, though she really wanted to make her point. She was getting frustrated.

            "I could use a real workout, I haven't done much for the past week or so. I could work up an actual appetite!" Goten stated dreamily as he looked to the side, making Trunks giggle sheepishly and Vegeta gawk with a roll of his royal eyes.

            "But---"
            "Alright then, it's agreed. The next five hours until lunch are strictly for physical training in the highest gravity you can stand to stand in." Vegeta shook his head and stated fiercely, grinning and beginning for the door, though he spun about and faced Bra with a wink of an afterthought. "And hopefully you can excel to the next level from the added training alone."

            "But that's what I was trying to say!" Bra Vegeta-Briefs whined, crossing her arms and pouting. "I already can reach Super Saiyan. I just didn't feel like showing you anytime soon because I didn't feel it was really that necessary."

            Again the humming graviton silence ensued the room, matching the blank stares of the 3 men; again it was Goten that broke the white deadness of air with another rather random ejaculation.

            "Cool, show us!"

            Bra changed out of her pouting state and grinned beamingly, putting her arms at her sides and wrinkling her brow up with focus. The change came slowly, a guttural growl forming in her throat as her eyes phased green-turquoise.

            "Why didn't you tell me?" Trunks and Vegeta both asked disbelievingly as Goten found himself bemused with watching the little one, reminiscing of the first time he had changed states.

            "I already told you, I knew you'd both overreact; besides, it wasn't really needed or anything." Bra grinned through braced teeth, her small slender female muscles growing slightly as her frame increased by a minuscule proportion, the hair in her ponytail beginning to stand up as her white aura began to flash gold and back to white in increments of energy.

            "How long have you been able to do this though?" Trunks asked in a more scientific tone, evening his voice and placing a thoughtful hand about his chin as his little sister suddenly exploded into a glowing, throbbing aura of goldenrod and light, her ponytail almost inverted, in that it rose up at an angle rather than hang down naturally, a few loose bangs curling up at the tips and spiking.

            "About a year now. Pan can do it too, though we both promised not to tell anyone; we were just playing around one day and viola!" the girl happily announced, beaming brightly and putting her hands behind her back, rocking on heels at her own fortune as her power level soared into a fair game status of what Trunks estimated to be about a hundred and a half million stages.

            "You don't even know what that word means." Vegeta scowled, folding his arms and huffing; he had just tried in an embarrassingly unsuccessful attempt to make her transform when she already could? Brat… definitely a Royal Saiyan to be that much of a brat…

            Goten found something interesting in the floor during the whole transgression until he heard another break in the conversation, using it to finally say something more wise for the moment; his pure simplicity was a mimicry of his father's, his face always a neutral-content blend. Smoothly he stated, "Well, now that we're ready, why don't we all train? Then maybe this afternoon we can work on some fighting technique with Bra here. Just because she has the power doesn't mean she can win the fight."

            "Very true Kakarot Jr., very true…" Vegeta added with a nod, flicking a hand at the graviton to turn it off with a flutter of kinetic ki. "Let's head out; Bra, I trust you can actually train in a room by yourself, correct?"
            Bra grinned and put on a mock facial of her daddy. "Of course I can, I'm a Saiyan!"

            The room was filled with the first pure laughter of the day, and the "family" broke up to head their own separate ways…

~~~

            The contrast between the interior of the Capsule Corporation complex and the beautiful bright sunny day speckled with fluffy white clouds high above in their cumulus arrays was shattering, making Tracy's step hold just that much more of a bounce to it as she nearly dragged Billy the first few steps away from his and her workplace into the great beyond. Mrs. Briefs lay in one of the many elaborate flowerbeds lining the exterior of the modern building, talking to her plants, and the breeze was the kind of fanciful springtime one that made everyone feel invigorated to be outside. How that Vegeta-Briefs family could stay locked up all the time was beyond Tracy, though she was content enough to be in the presence of the silent enigma that was Billy.

            Cool, though not cold, and always wearing a rather overly neutral stare, he followed her into town, the streets filled with pedestrians, cars and the occasional person hovering above, flowerbeds in full bloom all around. She felt like shopping, though with the brief half-hour or so left in her break Tracy decided to head to the nearest café on the close corner, still on the outer edge of Satan City.

            Pulling the sandy blond by the hand into the tiny glass door into what appeared to be any normal downtown diner, Tracy quickly snatched an open seat and plopped up a menu before her, giggling like a teen again, the man sitting across from her and looking rather puzzled.

            "What can I get for you?" came the dry voice of the plump stereotypical waitress who magically appeared beside the pair, cutting off what Tracy was about to say.

            "It'll be a moment thank you." The woman smiled bleakly at the black and white clothed woman, whom moved on to another table or task, leaving her alone with the mystery boy. He had pretty eyes, so deep and probing… Tracy felt young as the spring air as she selected her favorite item from the menu and then put the pamphlet down, watching Billy scan the sheets and then look to her hopelessly.

            "I'm afraid I'm not sure what to order… any suggestions?" he asked weakly, scrunching his face up into an inquisitive adolescent knot and slipping a lopsided grin in there. Tracy laughed and suggested what she had ordered, and after the waitress had taken their orders folded her hands and leaned forward, causing a mirrored action in Billy.

            "So tell me all about yourself, if I can be blunt."

            Billy blinked slowly and made a funny noise in his throat. "Well, what do you want to know?" he asked quietly, staring at her eyes, something most people couldn't stand to do when being interrogated, Tracy noted in the business part of her mind.

            "Well, where do you come from, how'd you get to be so good at what you do, all of that fun stuff." Tracy shrugged with her pressed smile, watching him. Billy seemed flustered, though he finally opened his mouth with the right timing, as the waitress set down the plates. Seeing the golden opportunity, Billy quickly began to inhale his food, scuffing out Tracy's opportunity as she sullenly took to her own plate. 'Damn…' she thought. 'So close…'

~~~

            The remainder of lunch passed by rather uneventfully, and even with her best 'subtle' probing Tracy found out no more about Billy than his resume had stated; this was his first job, he had a natural knack for mechanical and technical stuff, and he was extremely bright. Once she turned the conversation to news on the latest in energy / force resistant materials that were being used for the tournament flooring, he finally opened up slightly and showed a wider range of emotions, though almost always they reverted to the same neutral facet in between comments or thoughts.

            Walking back out into the growing early air, Tracy began to lead Billy once again a little deeper downtown, as they had another ten minutes to spare.

            "So… what were you like as a little boy Billy?" she asked with an aside shared laugh, Billy's hands in his jean pockets as he shrugged between the thinning crowds on either side.

            "Um… well I was just as I am now." He dodged as Tracy turned down a narrow sidewalk; tall walls on either side clean but not as clean as the outer areas.

            "Come on, that's a lame answer." The woman winked, pausing and turning herself to face him with her soft eyes.

            "Seriously, I don't recall much other than that I've always been pretty much as I am now." Billy replied more irately, though his eyes seemed to have caught attention of something on the other side of her.

            Tracy caught sight of his change in focus, as she had already grown accustomed to his normally not-so-easily distracted eyes. Spinning about cautiously, she came face to face with a pair of leather-donning men, tall, wide and bulked up like a Brolly of a beast and carrying a weapon, a chain and steel bat respectively. The business clad woman narrowed her eyes and slid her right foot back a bit, matching her stance to be angled in a defensive yet neutral pose.

            "May I help you gentlemen?" she asked, feeling Billy's reassuring hand on her shoulder; the two were about the same height, paling physically compared to the two 6 and ½ foot tall ogres before them, each grimacing a toothy and seductively disgusting grin. The one with the bat slapped it into his hand in a very cliché style and began to move forward a few inches.

            "Actually yes, I couldn't help seeing how well-off you appear to be lady, and thought you'd like to… donate… to the poor." He greasily stated, a nose stud glinting from the high-up sunlight peering down the crack above the alleyway.

            Tracy pursed her lips and then formed them into a tight smile, her cheekbones lifting as she forced away the disgust, though she managed to blink it away and hold up her small red purse.

            "Sure, why not? Let me get out my wallet, it'll be just a sec…" she stated slowly, opening the purse.

            "I don't think so lady, just hand it here, no funny business." The one with a chain growled as her well-manicured hand delicately began to ascend into the bag, though it stopped at his words.

            'Damn, obviously the fake-gun-which-is-actually-your-finger-in-a-bag-trick isn't going to work… plan B time? Wait, is there a plan B?' Tracy fretted internally, though her face remained a mix of neutral and deer-caught-in-headlights. Billy's arm still remained soothingly and without movement on her shoulder, strong and comforting.

            "Now just hand over the purse, and you slowly get away from the broad and take out your wallet." Thug Two continued, motioning with his free hand to Billy while keeping his eyes firmly pressed on him.

            Billy narrowed his eyes immeasurably as he sized up the situation and then smiled with raised pleasant eyebrows. "I'm sorry gentlemen," he continued with a wink to Tracy as he stepped forward, bringing himself to mere inches from Thug Two, looking up at the really pissed man. "But I'm afraid I don't have a wallet, so I'll have to ask you to leave."

            "Wise-ass, huh?" Thug One snarled, hefting his bat above his head. "I'll show you."

            There was a whoosh of air, a rather loud stinging noise, a clank and finally a pair of thuds, all mixed into one quick millisecond that left Tracy blinking with parted lips. It took her a moment, but she finally managed to blink.

            "Wow, nice work, that working out you do really pays off. Of course I so had them if you hadn't taken them." She added following her first rather amused thought, shaking off the shock. She had rarely seen any of the Vegeta-Briefs or their friends display their fierce powers, though if she had she was sure it would be at least the level of what Billy had used.

            "Now what do I do, alert some authorities?" Billy asked, narrowing his eyes and staring at the two men lying in a crumpled heap on the cold concrete floor.

            Tracy laughed a short not-so-happy laugh and took Billy by the arm, steering him around and pulling him out of the alley.

            "Actually, I don't think we should even bother, they don't look like they'll be waking up anytime soon, and they've most certainly learned their lesson." She managed to say as they slipped back into the crowds. There went her planned morning of getting to know a little about Billy the wonder-boy, she cursed silently as she glanced at her watch and they began for CCHQ. Sure she knew more than before, but still not nearly enough… besides, he was such a sexy enigma, how else could she resist him?

            "Tomorrow… or maybe tonight… nah, that'd be too soon…" she muttered.

            "Hmm?" Billy asked, tilting his head to look at her as they walked with a steady pace down the routes.

            "Nothing, just thinking out loud." Tracy blushed, making a show of checking her watch again until she had her emotions under control.

            "Oh, okay…" Billy stopped as they neared the CCHQ; the massive domed complex looming before them, its luscious greenery outside warm and greeting as a pleasant backdrop. "Well, I had a fun time." He stated, smiling faintly as he looked at her close face, making Tracy grow a large grin.

            "I did too, maybe we can do the same thing tomorrow?"

            Billy looked up a moment, squinting at the bright blue sky, and then brought his intense eyes back to bear on her with a lopsided grin. "Why not?" he stated with zeal, turning and trotting back inside to leave Tracy outside to take a long and dramatic sigh.

            "Oh Kami, I'll never understand that boy…" she muttered under her smiling face, shaking her head, fixing her hair and walking with business stance back inside to get back to work.