Love Uninhibited
Ryo Angel
Rated PG-13
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Bra
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"C'mon Dad!" I tried to reasoned with him, laughing a bit as I tugged at his hand, "Goten
isn't that bad!"
He scowls at the mere mention of his name, "That half-breed is nothing but a third-class
warrior.
I frowned letting go of his hand, forgetting about getting him to agree, "I'm a half-breed."
"It's different." He grunts as I roll my eyes. A flicker of motion and my eyes landed on
Trunks standing near a tree looking at us... yet, he doesn't look like my brother... he looks
younger. Almost my age. Dad noticed the frown on my face and turned towards the man.
"Boy! Come here!" He waved. Doesn't he see the difference?
The man by the tree hesistated, then started towards us. "Dad, you know him?" He didn't
answer, but merely started towards the other man.
"Trunks. Long time no see." Trunks? Long time no see? I study the man in front of me.
Looks like my brother... from top to bottom... but his eyes...
He rubbed one hand behind his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, long time." His eyes doesn't
change, but his face does.
"You look older." Dad mused, studying him. I know Dad doesn't spend much time with
bro, but this is kind of rediculous.
"Yeah..." He turned and looked at me. "Um... Mom?"
My eyes shot straight up. "MOM?" I screeched.
Dad winced, "Ugh, Bra, try to keep it down." He turned back to 'Trunks' "Bulma's home
right now, she's trying to..."
I look at them both, "What the hell is going on here??" I demand from them. The two
exchange a glance. Okay, something is definately up here. "Well?" I cross my arms and
looked at them expectantly.
"Bulma's home with Trunks.." Dad continued as if I haven't even spoken. Ohhh... the
nerve! Wait... Mom's home with bro... so who's this guy in front of me?
"Oh." Was all he said. Curiously, his eyes lifted slightly and I could feel him studying me.
With a huff, I met his eyes. "You are...?"
I sensed Dad's frown. I'm still confused as hell. "Bra Vegeta." He is exactly like Dad. You
have to look in his eyes to know what he's thinking. "And you?" Dad won't help me out
here. He's too busy scowling. Heh. Mom's probably yelling at him or something.
Sure enough. "We have to go. The woman want's the brat to be home for dinner."
"Aww, you know you want dinner too." I laughed.
Dad only glared at me, and spoke to 'Trunks', "You coming? The woman asked for you."
"Yeah." He doesn't speak much, does he? Dad took off into the air and I looked at
'Trunks'.
"Can you fly?" I asked politely. In answer, he took off after Dad, without even giving me
an answer. The nerve! Oh well, it's my birthday today, I will NOT let him spoil it! Probably
is Trunks playing a joke on me or something. I took up into the air, flying straight home,
knowing the party that they had planned ahead. A smile broke upon my face, I never
could resist a party... now if only Goten was there... then life would be perfect. Sighing, I
landed, brushing the dirt from my dress and fixing my hair, my hands frozed when I saw
two Trunks in front of me. One older, more familiar. The other was the man I saw today.
My eyes flickered from one to another, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Did
Mom have twins? Am I third in line? Did Mom CLONE Trunks? Was that the reason she
was always in the lab these days??
"Bra!" I turned towards the front door and saw Mom. "Come on, what are you standing
there for?" I looked at the twins and turned back to her, my eyes flickering to them
questioningly. She followed my directions and then laughed, "I'll explain. Come in first,
you too, Trunks!"
"Coming!" My brother called. The other followed his lead and walked into the house, me
trotting after the two. Is there a conspiracy going on that I don't know about?
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Ehlo! I'm going to be writing with both POV's... so it MIGHT get slightly confusing. If you have
questions, ask and I'll try my best to answer them. Tootles! I know it's hard reading in different
POV's. Exspecially when I start writing both in one chapter. But it should be easy to tell who's
who. Bra is more outgoing. Whereas MT is more serious.
Ally - I'll keep writing as long as there are reviews. And whenever I'm bored and need something
to stave off writer's block ^^
Gun Blade - I doubt I'll get five reviews anyways, I'm setting a more obtainable goal this time - TWO
reviews is all I ask. Well, I'm glad I'm not screwing up the POV system... I don't like writing in
third person too much because then I can't express the emotions hidden deep inside.
Reviews... wherefore art thou? -_-
Ryo Angel
Rated PG-13
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Bra
-----
"C'mon Dad!" I tried to reasoned with him, laughing a bit as I tugged at his hand, "Goten
isn't that bad!"
He scowls at the mere mention of his name, "That half-breed is nothing but a third-class
warrior.
I frowned letting go of his hand, forgetting about getting him to agree, "I'm a half-breed."
"It's different." He grunts as I roll my eyes. A flicker of motion and my eyes landed on
Trunks standing near a tree looking at us... yet, he doesn't look like my brother... he looks
younger. Almost my age. Dad noticed the frown on my face and turned towards the man.
"Boy! Come here!" He waved. Doesn't he see the difference?
The man by the tree hesistated, then started towards us. "Dad, you know him?" He didn't
answer, but merely started towards the other man.
"Trunks. Long time no see." Trunks? Long time no see? I study the man in front of me.
Looks like my brother... from top to bottom... but his eyes...
He rubbed one hand behind his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, long time." His eyes doesn't
change, but his face does.
"You look older." Dad mused, studying him. I know Dad doesn't spend much time with
bro, but this is kind of rediculous.
"Yeah..." He turned and looked at me. "Um... Mom?"
My eyes shot straight up. "MOM?" I screeched.
Dad winced, "Ugh, Bra, try to keep it down." He turned back to 'Trunks' "Bulma's home
right now, she's trying to..."
I look at them both, "What the hell is going on here??" I demand from them. The two
exchange a glance. Okay, something is definately up here. "Well?" I cross my arms and
looked at them expectantly.
"Bulma's home with Trunks.." Dad continued as if I haven't even spoken. Ohhh... the
nerve! Wait... Mom's home with bro... so who's this guy in front of me?
"Oh." Was all he said. Curiously, his eyes lifted slightly and I could feel him studying me.
With a huff, I met his eyes. "You are...?"
I sensed Dad's frown. I'm still confused as hell. "Bra Vegeta." He is exactly like Dad. You
have to look in his eyes to know what he's thinking. "And you?" Dad won't help me out
here. He's too busy scowling. Heh. Mom's probably yelling at him or something.
Sure enough. "We have to go. The woman want's the brat to be home for dinner."
"Aww, you know you want dinner too." I laughed.
Dad only glared at me, and spoke to 'Trunks', "You coming? The woman asked for you."
"Yeah." He doesn't speak much, does he? Dad took off into the air and I looked at
'Trunks'.
"Can you fly?" I asked politely. In answer, he took off after Dad, without even giving me
an answer. The nerve! Oh well, it's my birthday today, I will NOT let him spoil it! Probably
is Trunks playing a joke on me or something. I took up into the air, flying straight home,
knowing the party that they had planned ahead. A smile broke upon my face, I never
could resist a party... now if only Goten was there... then life would be perfect. Sighing, I
landed, brushing the dirt from my dress and fixing my hair, my hands frozed when I saw
two Trunks in front of me. One older, more familiar. The other was the man I saw today.
My eyes flickered from one to another, a thousand thoughts ran through my head. Did
Mom have twins? Am I third in line? Did Mom CLONE Trunks? Was that the reason she
was always in the lab these days??
"Bra!" I turned towards the front door and saw Mom. "Come on, what are you standing
there for?" I looked at the twins and turned back to her, my eyes flickering to them
questioningly. She followed my directions and then laughed, "I'll explain. Come in first,
you too, Trunks!"
"Coming!" My brother called. The other followed his lead and walked into the house, me
trotting after the two. Is there a conspiracy going on that I don't know about?
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Ehlo! I'm going to be writing with both POV's... so it MIGHT get slightly confusing. If you have
questions, ask and I'll try my best to answer them. Tootles! I know it's hard reading in different
POV's. Exspecially when I start writing both in one chapter. But it should be easy to tell who's
who. Bra is more outgoing. Whereas MT is more serious.
Ally - I'll keep writing as long as there are reviews. And whenever I'm bored and need something
to stave off writer's block ^^
Gun Blade - I doubt I'll get five reviews anyways, I'm setting a more obtainable goal this time - TWO
reviews is all I ask. Well, I'm glad I'm not screwing up the POV system... I don't like writing in
third person too much because then I can't express the emotions hidden deep inside.
Reviews... wherefore art thou? -_-
