Mortal Sin
I honestly don't know where this idea came from. Originally, it was going to be Bardock who came out from Hell, but then I thought Frieza would be better, since he would want revenge on Trunks, Goku and Vegeta.
This story has been written for K-chan, who asked me to write her a story with Bra in it. Hope you like it K-chan! (Check out her site at http://www.geocities.com/burashrine/ )
Part One"FRIEZA!"
A purple set of lips on a lizard-like face curled into a snarl. How I loathe interruptions!
Frieza looked at his perfect hand. His father's workers had not been able to reconstruct him to such a perfect degree. They had used robotic parts, which were apparently superior. Frieza knew there was nothing superior to his own flesh and blood. It had taken much greater technology to rebuild Frieza to his former perfection.
But that perfection had come at a price. He was stuck without a true body, only able to keep physical form due to his immense power. He was doomed to spend eternity with fools that – he felt – were beneath him in both power and intelligence. Cell; the Ginyu Fools; even Frieza's own father, King Cold.
And right now, one of those fools was headed Frieza's way. Cell looked like a giant grasshopper.
"What are you doing?" Cell demanded.
"Nothing!" Frieza snapped back, carefully hiding what he had previously been reading.
"We're ready to carry out the plan. Are you coming?"
Frieza couldn't help but roll his eyes. Every week (as Frieza reckoned a week to be), Cell or King Cold would come up with some terrible plan on how to escape from Hell. And then they'd all spend the rest of the week locked up, where Cell or King Cold would devise a new plan to get them all locked up for the next week.
Frieza had avoided the plans for several weeks now. He had no desire to be locked up with beings below him. He had begun to focus his attention in other areas – people who had escaped from Hell or the related nicer places.
So far, he had discovered only one name. A name that would forever haunt him. Goku. He had escaped from both. For Goku to regain life, a Kai had given his own life. Frieza doubted he would be graced with the same gift.
But in his "studies", Frieza had discovered another method. Not so much a method…more a theory, since it had not yet been trialled. Channelling. A soul without a body could possess a willing body, and inhabit the body like a parasite. At first the body's true soul still had a say, was able to influence decisions, but eventually, it became too weak, and was rejected from the body.
Frieza had fully read and understood the methods behind channelling. All he needed now was a willing body. Preferably one that could bring him close to Goku, and that boy. The one who had killed him – properly.
"I think I'll sit this one out," Frieza replied to Cell's earlier question. "Call me boring, but I don't feel like spending the rest of the week in the lock-up."
"What makes you think we'll end up in the lock-up?" Cell demanded.
"Because we always do! You and father are two of the most incompetent beings I have ever met, and that is really saying something! You've met my soldiers."
"How dare you!"
"What's going on here?" One of the brutes assigned to guarding Hell had showed up. It was the larger, blue guard.
"Cell's giving me crap, again," Frieza curtly replied.
"Oh, I see. Well, Cell – do you need some more time in the lock-up?"
"No, no! That won't be necessary!" Cell cried. "I was just leaving now." As he left, under the careful watch of the guard, Cell sneered at Frieza. "Don't think your father won't be hearing about this, Frieza. I will get you back."
"I'm trembling." Frieza was forced to roll his eyes yet again. Idle threats did bore him so.
Once Cell had been escorted away by the near-useless guard, Frieza was able to return to his reading. Through an amazing amount of brown-nosing and consequent bribing, he had gotten his hands onto a list of bodies with unstable souls. These were the willing bodies that he needed for channelling. The list was short, especially for the area that Frieza was searching for. In the end, he found only one suitable body.
* * * * * *
"Let me get that for you!" Kojiro Safri cried, running towards the door which Bra Briefs Vegeta was about to open.
As usual, she either didn't hear or ignored his call. She opened the door herself, and she and her dark haired friend, Son Pan, walked through together. The door shut, slamming Kojiro right in the face.
"Nice one, Safri," laughed Malib, one of the school's resident jocks. He didn't attempt to help Kojiro to his feet. "I'm sure Bra will really notice you now."
"Fuck you, Malib!"
It was no secret that Kojiro was hopelessly in love with Bra. She was the most perfect being he had ever laid eyes on. But, unfortunately, she didn't even know he existed. She was a posh, high-class princess, and he was way beneath her throne. In fact, most of the people at the school were. Bra kept only a select group of friends in school, with most of her affection given to older friends she knew from elsewhere. Pan and a strange young man called Uub were the only people she kept company with.
But despite this, Kojiro was determined to make Bra his. Without her, his life was not worth living.
"Too bad you're the school's biggest nerd." Malib had broken Kojiro's train of thought. "Otherwise you might stand at least a small chance. Like me. Miss Briefs Vegeta has hinted that she may be coming with me to the Springtime Ball."
Kojiro filled with rage. The Springtime Ball was one of the biggest events in the school year. It was the final thing seniors took part in, and Kojiro had vowed to take Bra as his date.
"Don't get your hopes up," Kojiro snarled at the jock. "I know that Bra likes her men to have at least something between his ears."
"But I'm sure she'd prefer it if he had something between his legs too, so she can have it between hers." Malib walked away. "Later, Geek."
Kojiro was seething. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was guys talking about his angel like she was some sort of object. Bra was the most popular girl at the school, but Kojiro was sure that he was the only male who felt true affection for her. All the others just wanted to get into his pants. Not that Kojiro didn't want to…he just felt that there were more important things.
With a sigh, he stood, and opened the door, taking his seat on the other side of the room to Bra. From there, he could stare at her dreamily for the entire lesson.
For the rest of the day, Kojiro had imaginary conversations with Bra, trying to work out the best way to ask her to the Springtime Ball.
"My, Bra-chan. You do look lovely today. Say, do you have a date for the Springtime Ball, 'cos if you don't, you're looking at the man."
"Isn't spring beautiful – not as beautiful as you, of course. Oh, speaking of spring – want to come with me to the Springtime Ball?"
By the end of the day, he felt that he had worked up enough courage to go for it. He waited outside for her to leave her final class. He was pleased to see that she was not with Pan.
"Um, Bra!" he called.
She stopped and looked at him. "Do I know you?"
"Sure you do. I'm Kojiro Safri. I'm in your English and Science classes."
"Oh, that's right. You're the geek who knows all the answers to the questions! How do you know so much crap like that?"
"Natural intellect." Kojiro tried to ignore the fact that she had called him a geek. "Um, I was wondering – do you have a date yet for the Springtime Ball?"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Do you want to know how many times I've been asked that?" She sighed. "No, I don't have a date, and no, I don't want to be yours."
"Were you planning on going with Malib?"
"Fuck no! I don't even know if I'm going at all, yet." Bra was looking over Kojiro's shoulder as they spoke. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she grinned. "Goten-kun!"
Kojiro turned to watch as Bra ran to a tall handsome man with spiked black hair. She hugged him, but it didn't appear to be a romantic hug on his part.
"Heya, B-chan! Miss me?" Goten asked.
"I certainly did! Did you miss me?"
"How could I not miss my Princess?"
"Are you giving me a lift home?"
"Yeah, your bro asked me to, because he's too busy with work."
That comment from Goten squashed the idea forming in Kojiro's mind that this man was Bra's older brother. Besides, there was something about the way she looked at him…
The two of them started to walk away, with Bra not bothering to say goodbye to Kojiro.
"Oh, Goten – there's this huge ball coming up soon for my school. I'd love it if you'd come as my date! Would you? Please?"
Goten chuckled. "I'll have to see what else I've got on, but you know that I'd love to take you. Hey, who was that guy you were talking to?"
"Just some guy from one of my classes, apparently. I can't remember his name."
Kojiro wanted to crawl into a little hole and rot. He knew now that he would never have her. She was in love with this "Goten" guy. He could tell by the way she stared at him, the way she spoke to him. It was the same way that Kojiro looked at and spoke to her.
Wiping his eyes, Kojiro turned and started to walk home. He had made up his mind.
Bra/Goten Nextà