"Good morning mother, Trunks." Bra cheerily greeted her family in the royal dinning room.
"Daddy." Bra smiled giving King Vegeta a kiss on the cheek before taking her seat next to her brother.
"Why are you so happy?" Trunks asked suspiciously.
"Last night you were so mad you were ready to kill us all in our sleep." Trunks said staring at his little sister trying to figure out what she was up to. Bra simply continued smiling sweetly.
"Yes what are you up to Bra?" Bulma asked equally curious to know what had changed her daughter's mood.
"Nothing. I just realized you guys are right. I am the Princess of this kingdom and it is my duty to my people to obey our customs and marry in order to continue our family's legacy." Bra stated in an exaggerated proper voice.
"I knew it! She is going to kill us all then marry gotten to become queen then murder him in his sleep and rule the planet herself!" Trunks accused fearing for his life.
"Don't be ridicules boy!" King Vegeta snapped.
"Bra would never do such a thing." The king added smiling over at his daughter.
"Oh yea? Then why did she set my bed on fire when I was sleeping in it when she was five?" Trunks countered.
"She was little. She didn't know what she was doing." Bulma defended.
"Sure." Trunks scoffed but decided not to push the subject.
"So I take it your change of heart means you'll want to help with the wedding plans?" Queen Bulma asked hoping for a yes. This was after all her only daughter and she always dreams of throwing her the biggest best wedding in history.
"Of course mommy!" Bra faked enthusiasm. As much as pretending to be excited about getting married made her sick to her stomach she knew in order for her master plan to work she had to appear to be happy about it.
For the next two week Bra played the role of the happy bride to be perfectly. She helped with the wedding preparations picking out the flowers, color of the bridesmaid dresses, the menu, the music, Bra was decided every little detail with her mothers help. She had everyone including her family and future husband fooled. No one had any idea what she was plotting……..
"Tonight's the night." Princess Bra said to herself standing in front of her full length Victorian mirror in her elegant royal purple gown. It was the day of the engagement party. Bra could hear servants and guards running past her room as the guest began arriving.
Queen Bulma had spared no expense for her only daughters engagement party. Nobles from all over the planet where invited to the extravagant banquet being held in Bra and Goten's name. The wedding ceremony was scheduled for tomorrow evening.
"Too bad there's not going to be a bride." Bra smirked holding a small bottle in her hands.
Authors Note- What does Bra mean there's not going to be a bride? And what's in her hands?