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As Trunks entered the GR and started warming up, the hi-fi system built in the computer that also ruled the gravitation started playing. He continued with his warm-ups, not bothering the music. He knew that Bra loved to train with her favourite music playing, and he wasn´t going to spoil her pleasure. With that, he adapted his moves to the rhytm of Hayashibara Megumi-san´s ´Get along´. The walls of the former space ship tremled slightly, but Trunks didn´t notice any more. He stopped, staring at the girl entering.
Though it was still winter, she wore nothing but a sleeveless black top that showed a narrow strap of her pale belly´s skin and jet-black hotpants she usually used for training in summer. Her hair was tied to a ponytail with only her bangs falling into her eyes. She shortly glanced at him before starting her warm-ups. "What is it?", she asked with her voice sounding quite normal.
"You might catch a cold."
"Well, then you have to keep me warm, don´t you." Bra was smirking. Her brother, done with his warm-ups, kept watching her movings, which looked rather like a dancing performance than stretching her muscles.
"You´re fooling around again."
"Quit talking and start attacking me.", she said simply, bringing her delicate body into defense position. Trunks started hitting her from all sides, attacks that Bra simply dodged.
"It´s not fair you´re that small. Makes it harder form e to hit you."
"That´s how it´s got to be, oh big brother", she responded grinning. Trunks opened his mouth to tell her she was being respectless when she dashed him right into the next wall with one punch. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him as he landed on the floor.
The boy shook his head eagerly. He was going to get a bump surely, because his sister, who was lying on his chest by now, had caused his head hit the wall. He noticed that his arms were holding the girl protectively as if their own will wanted to prevend her from pain. But there was no use in cuddle her, he reminded himself and gently pushed Bra off his body. It had felt nice, he realized afterwards.
"I don´t know why I always protect you", Trunks grumbled as he got up.
"You sure are able to beat up the villains by yourself." The girl angelic smiled up to him.
"You have to protect me because you´re my big brother and Dad´s gonna kill you if you don´t."
He sighed. "You don´t always have to remember me.", he said, pulling her to her feet. She quickly punched his chin.
"What was that for?!"
"We´re still in training, are we?" The smile didn´t vanish, which left Trunks irritated. Immediately, she fired small balls of her ki on him, which was always turquoise. Again, he found himself wondering over his little sister. He had teached her how to produce them, but they hadn´t had the same golden color as the other saiyan´s kiballs had, no, they were always turquoise, the same color her eyes had. But now wasn´t the right time to wonder.he had to defense himself.
After about two hours, it was pitch-black outside and both Briefs children were sweating and breathing heavily, Trunks lifted one hand.
"That´s enough now."
"But I."
"You heard what I said, didn´t you."
"Yeah.", came her sheepishly mumbled respond. Trunks lowered the gravitation to a zero and patted Bra´s head.
"Now that´s a good girl." She shoved his hand away.
"Don´t treat me like a child!"
"Well, Bra-chan, you are a child."
"I´m not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Hah, my triumph." "Aww, nuts", he grumbled, crossing his arms.
She smiled again, leaning forwards and placing a kiss on his cheek. Then she left. Last thing Trunks sah was her spine-long hair she had opened during ´discussing´with him whether she was a child or not.
As the boy got up, he wondered why they had to be hat different, yet the same. She sure was similar to Bulma in looks and behaviour. Trunks often had to listen to storys of the past when he and Bra slept over at the Son´s house, Bra visiting Pan, him hanging out with Goten. They all slept over at Goku´s and Chichi´s house, and both of them loved to speak about old times.
Trunks sighed, sure to get to hear them again this weekend when the Briefs´siblings were invited again. As he made his way up to the house, he thought about his best friend, Goten. He knew Goku´s grandson had a crush on Bra and would be delighted if he got to know about her breakung up with Heiiji. Trunks balled one hand to a fist. Of course the black haired boy would be happy if Bra wasn´t engaged anymore, but he wouldn´t care about her feelings. That she wasn´t happy was nondescript.
Making a compact with himself, he swore that he would never let Goten get his little sis. Of course he cared about his best friend.but once if they were engaged and he would break up with her, leaving her sad as she had been in the afternoon, Trunks couldn´t forgive. And he didn´t want the friendship end this way. Thinking further, as he checked on Bra who was cooking their dinner, he remembered the time she and Pan had tried to make supper for the boys when their parents weren´t home, like now. They left the kitchen being a complete mess, but at least it had been tasty.
Trunks sat down on a chair, watching Bra´s back. "What are you cooking?"
"You´ll see soon enough."
"Oh come on.I can still call the pizza service if you tell me!" She turned to him
"You are not calling the pizza service!"
"The ambulance then.", he shrugged. He grinned as he felt her ki raise.
"Are you telling me I can´t cook?"
"Sure you can! If you call that self-produced cement food." The lavender haired boy looked startled when there was nothing but silence. He had prepared himself for her screaming, punching, even laughing.but he wasn´t prepared for tears.
Tears that streamed down her fair cheeks as she turned to the kitchen window, pretending there was no wetness on her face, pretending her eyes didn´t burn.
"Damn.", he thought. She wasn´t supposed to cry. Trunks got up, slowly approaching his sister and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Please, Bra-chan, stop that.", he whispered softly, placing his chin upon her shoulder.
"But.but.?"
"No, come on now, I can´t stand it." He softly smiled as Bra nodded and dried her tears.
"I´m sorry, by the way." "D´you know when Mum and Dad´ll return..?" Trunks shook his head.
"They said, they´ll be back as soon as the meeting´s over. Hm, okay.maybe they stay over the night, because there´re much topics to be discussed." Bra nodded again in agreement. She was calm now, but she didn´t seem to want him to release her from his embrace. Instead, she turned around and snuggled herself into her brother´s strong arms and nestled her cheek to his chest. Trunks stroked her back gently and placed a kiss on her head, feeling her soft hair on his lips.
Then, he felt a burning sensation within his stomach, and let go of her.
"You should go to bed." Bra looked up at him, slightly disappointed, but nodded and left the kitchen. The boy sighed and leaned his back against the refrigerator, swept aback his hair and closed his eyes.
"If she wasn´t my sister, I would just have to fall for her", he thought, making his way to his room.
As Trunks entered the GR and started warming up, the hi-fi system built in the computer that also ruled the gravitation started playing. He continued with his warm-ups, not bothering the music. He knew that Bra loved to train with her favourite music playing, and he wasn´t going to spoil her pleasure. With that, he adapted his moves to the rhytm of Hayashibara Megumi-san´s ´Get along´. The walls of the former space ship tremled slightly, but Trunks didn´t notice any more. He stopped, staring at the girl entering.
Though it was still winter, she wore nothing but a sleeveless black top that showed a narrow strap of her pale belly´s skin and jet-black hotpants she usually used for training in summer. Her hair was tied to a ponytail with only her bangs falling into her eyes. She shortly glanced at him before starting her warm-ups. "What is it?", she asked with her voice sounding quite normal.
"You might catch a cold."
"Well, then you have to keep me warm, don´t you." Bra was smirking. Her brother, done with his warm-ups, kept watching her movings, which looked rather like a dancing performance than stretching her muscles.
"You´re fooling around again."
"Quit talking and start attacking me.", she said simply, bringing her delicate body into defense position. Trunks started hitting her from all sides, attacks that Bra simply dodged.
"It´s not fair you´re that small. Makes it harder form e to hit you."
"That´s how it´s got to be, oh big brother", she responded grinning. Trunks opened his mouth to tell her she was being respectless when she dashed him right into the next wall with one punch. Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him as he landed on the floor.
The boy shook his head eagerly. He was going to get a bump surely, because his sister, who was lying on his chest by now, had caused his head hit the wall. He noticed that his arms were holding the girl protectively as if their own will wanted to prevend her from pain. But there was no use in cuddle her, he reminded himself and gently pushed Bra off his body. It had felt nice, he realized afterwards.
"I don´t know why I always protect you", Trunks grumbled as he got up.
"You sure are able to beat up the villains by yourself." The girl angelic smiled up to him.
"You have to protect me because you´re my big brother and Dad´s gonna kill you if you don´t."
He sighed. "You don´t always have to remember me.", he said, pulling her to her feet. She quickly punched his chin.
"What was that for?!"
"We´re still in training, are we?" The smile didn´t vanish, which left Trunks irritated. Immediately, she fired small balls of her ki on him, which was always turquoise. Again, he found himself wondering over his little sister. He had teached her how to produce them, but they hadn´t had the same golden color as the other saiyan´s kiballs had, no, they were always turquoise, the same color her eyes had. But now wasn´t the right time to wonder.he had to defense himself.
After about two hours, it was pitch-black outside and both Briefs children were sweating and breathing heavily, Trunks lifted one hand.
"That´s enough now."
"But I."
"You heard what I said, didn´t you."
"Yeah.", came her sheepishly mumbled respond. Trunks lowered the gravitation to a zero and patted Bra´s head.
"Now that´s a good girl." She shoved his hand away.
"Don´t treat me like a child!"
"Well, Bra-chan, you are a child."
"I´m not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Hah, my triumph." "Aww, nuts", he grumbled, crossing his arms.
She smiled again, leaning forwards and placing a kiss on his cheek. Then she left. Last thing Trunks sah was her spine-long hair she had opened during ´discussing´with him whether she was a child or not.
As the boy got up, he wondered why they had to be hat different, yet the same. She sure was similar to Bulma in looks and behaviour. Trunks often had to listen to storys of the past when he and Bra slept over at the Son´s house, Bra visiting Pan, him hanging out with Goten. They all slept over at Goku´s and Chichi´s house, and both of them loved to speak about old times.
Trunks sighed, sure to get to hear them again this weekend when the Briefs´siblings were invited again. As he made his way up to the house, he thought about his best friend, Goten. He knew Goku´s grandson had a crush on Bra and would be delighted if he got to know about her breakung up with Heiiji. Trunks balled one hand to a fist. Of course the black haired boy would be happy if Bra wasn´t engaged anymore, but he wouldn´t care about her feelings. That she wasn´t happy was nondescript.
Making a compact with himself, he swore that he would never let Goten get his little sis. Of course he cared about his best friend.but once if they were engaged and he would break up with her, leaving her sad as she had been in the afternoon, Trunks couldn´t forgive. And he didn´t want the friendship end this way. Thinking further, as he checked on Bra who was cooking their dinner, he remembered the time she and Pan had tried to make supper for the boys when their parents weren´t home, like now. They left the kitchen being a complete mess, but at least it had been tasty.
Trunks sat down on a chair, watching Bra´s back. "What are you cooking?"
"You´ll see soon enough."
"Oh come on.I can still call the pizza service if you tell me!" She turned to him
"You are not calling the pizza service!"
"The ambulance then.", he shrugged. He grinned as he felt her ki raise.
"Are you telling me I can´t cook?"
"Sure you can! If you call that self-produced cement food." The lavender haired boy looked startled when there was nothing but silence. He had prepared himself for her screaming, punching, even laughing.but he wasn´t prepared for tears.
Tears that streamed down her fair cheeks as she turned to the kitchen window, pretending there was no wetness on her face, pretending her eyes didn´t burn.
"Damn.", he thought. She wasn´t supposed to cry. Trunks got up, slowly approaching his sister and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Please, Bra-chan, stop that.", he whispered softly, placing his chin upon her shoulder.
"But.but.?"
"No, come on now, I can´t stand it." He softly smiled as Bra nodded and dried her tears.
"I´m sorry, by the way." "D´you know when Mum and Dad´ll return..?" Trunks shook his head.
"They said, they´ll be back as soon as the meeting´s over. Hm, okay.maybe they stay over the night, because there´re much topics to be discussed." Bra nodded again in agreement. She was calm now, but she didn´t seem to want him to release her from his embrace. Instead, she turned around and snuggled herself into her brother´s strong arms and nestled her cheek to his chest. Trunks stroked her back gently and placed a kiss on her head, feeling her soft hair on his lips.
Then, he felt a burning sensation within his stomach, and let go of her.
"You should go to bed." Bra looked up at him, slightly disappointed, but nodded and left the kitchen. The boy sighed and leaned his back against the refrigerator, swept aback his hair and closed his eyes.
"If she wasn´t my sister, I would just have to fall for her", he thought, making his way to his room.