Versus
--Dress: If You Put It On--
'Never let your feelings cloud your judgment in a fight,' she remembered her father telling her. It was easier said than done. She should have snapped Pan's neck like a twig yesterday. Chances are that it wouldn't have happened without a fight. It would have been worth it. But she also remembered him telling her, 'Never mix business and pleasure.' Great. School may have been her business, but her teacher was definitely her pleasure. So all the rules went out the window a long time ago. Continuing on this roller coaster ride she called her life, Bra entered the school.
The first person she ran into was Goten. Cheerful, as always. She wouldn't be thrown by his charms today. She had to keep a level head. She had to make sure that her focus was on school. She had to concentrate on history.
"Hey! I see you wore that dress," Goten said, walking over to her.
What did he do? Stand outside his door and wait for her to come to class?
"You look great," he added. He then took one of her hands and turned her around slowly.
The blood once again rushed to her face. She looked at the floor. "Thank you," she replied in a small voice. There she was. The timid little flower had returned. If she could just keep her emotions and her reactions under control, she wouldn't have a problem. Too bad. She would lose to this guy every time.
He let go of her hand. "Oh, yeah. Someone left a message for you in the office. I think they said it was your mom."
Her mom? Well, she hadn't seen her all morning. What could she want? Bra quickly made her way to the office, hoping nothing was too terribly wrong. When she got there, the secretary immediately knew who she was. The very tall thin woman gave Bra a yellow sticky note, inked in red:
'Bra, Since you seem to be so down lately, I've taken the liberty of setting up an appointment for you to talk to someone. Please go by and see the school counselor during lunch. Love, Mom.'
AWWWWWW!!! NO WAY!!! She had to talk to someone? She had to go and see that stupid redhead? She had to skip out on LUNCH? AWWWWWWWW!!! Awwwwww!! Awww.
Bra made her way back to her first class quietly. Thank goodness the bell hadn't rung yet. So she wasn't late.
Goten had gone into the classroom but as soon as she entered he turned from writing on the board. "Was everything okay?"
Bra nodded. "She just...wanted me to pick up something on the way home," she lied. Why didn't she tell him the truth? It was harmless enough. All she had to do was talk to the school counselor. It wasn't a big deal....
She took her seat in front of the devil. Bra had no intention of initiating a conversation with this hell-spawn. And she wouldn't have to.
"Hey, Bra. I had a lot of fun yesterday. How about you?" Pan asked. She had that smile on her face. It was a smile that screamed, 'I know something you don't want me to know.'
Bra wanted to break this girl's nose, but she couldn't cause a scene in Goten's class. Maybe later. "It was okay."
"I see you're wearing that dress Uncle Goten picked out for you," Pan said. "Kinda short, isn't it?"
"Yeah. So?" Bra said. Of course, she never wore things that exposed her legs, which was why they were a pasty color. She really needed a tan. Of course, this was the only time she would be wearing something like this.
The bell rang for class to begin.
Pan smiled wider. "Let the lesson begin."
That girl either liked to talk or she'd gone wacky from one-upping her yesterday.
"Wait. What were you saying yesterday about knowing—" Bra began.
"You ladies sure do like to talk over in that corner," Goten said from the front of the classroom.
Bra turned her attention to him. Wow. He sure took this teaching thing seriously. It's like he wasn't the same person. But then again, it's like he WAS the same person. It was weird.
As he began teaching about Roman crap that Bra didn't care about, she remembered one of Pan's many statements from yesterday. She'd said that all the girls in the class lusted after him. Bra looked around the classroom at the other girls. Yeah, those were the looks. Those were the very same looks she had on her face for the first two days of school. Goten didn't seem to know their eyes were stalking his every move.
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--after class--
As always, the rest of the class was packing to leave while Bra lingered behind. She was just slow at packing her things. Yeah, that was it. Slow. In other words, she had to have her last intake of Goten-y goodness before she went about the rest of her day with her head in the clouds.
"Didn't you wanna ask me something earlier?" Pan asked her. She already had her things packed and she was ready to make the venture to their next class.
Bra stayed in her seat. "Yeah. I'll just have to catch you in our next class. I have to...ask Goten a question about what we discussed today." It was a lie. And it was dangerous to lie to someone who knew so much about you.
"Alright. I'll see you then," Pan said cheerfully. She made her departure.
HA! Pan was as oblivious as the rest of the Son family. Maybe her day wouldn't be as bad as she thought.
Bra watched Goten erase the board like he did after all their classes. Should she talk to him? They were friends. It was no big deal. She should be able to talk to this guy about anything. SHOULD be able to....
She stood and slowly made her way toward him. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. She really didn't have anything specific to talk to him about. Initiating a conversation with him should have been easy. SHOULD have been....
Then he turned to her. "We meet again," he said.
They were alone yet again. And she had lost her voice yet again. She just stood in front of him, staring at his lips. What was she waiting for? What was she even there for? Why were they both just standing there like this?
Goten raised his eyebrows. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"
Just as he said that, the door opened and the two turned around, startled. Uh, oh. It was that stupid redhead. What had he said her name was? Parrot or something. Bra narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the woman who entered.
"Oh," the woman's irritating voice rang. "I didn't mean to interrupt." The dim-witted hussy walked over to them anyway. "Hi. You must be Bra. You look every bit like your mother."
That foolish woman had the unmitigated audacity to speak directly to Bra. She could feel the anger rising. But she had to keep a cool head for her own sake. So she nodded to keep from biting this pretty pigeon's head off.
"Oh, good," the lady said. "I look forward to seeing you at lunch. You should hurry along. Your next class will be starting soon."
Unbelievable! The bitch was pretty much telling her to get out. In other words she was saying, 'You're taking up too much of MY man's time, so get lost.' Sure, it SOUNDED pleasant enough, but Bra took it as a jab to the face. Oh, Bra would NOT be run off so easily.
Just as she was about to speak, Goten took the stage. "Paris is right, Bra. You should probably get going."
It was like a boulder was dropped on her. Even HE was shooing her away. What had she done to deserve this treatment? Especially from him? After he'd spent so much time with her, she thought for certain the tide was turning in her favor. And after all the compliments about her dress, she couldn't help thinking he was beginning to feel something for her. She was wrong again. Would she ever get this love thing right?
--End Dress: If You Put It On--
--Yet another episode of Versus is out and about. Thank you for reading it. Let me know what you think.
--I have a couple of comments today, so bare with me if you will. These are just some of my personal opinions about Versus and the characters involved.
--I was glad to see that someone picked up on how clueless Trunks had been acting in all of this. I have some theories as to why I did that. (That's right. Some of you might think that I do a lot of this for a reason, when in fact, I don't. Not most of the time anyway. So if you see something that doesn't make sense or that makes a little too much sense, let me know. I sometimes have a general idea about where an episode is going, but sometimes I don't know what's gonna happen from sentence to sentence.) Now a brother who is close to his sister and the guy his sister is interested in will do one of several things: 1) he'll get really protective of his sister and try to kill his best friend; 2) he'll ignore it all because he doesn't want to think about his best friend and his sister in that way; 3) he'll be all for it, then threaten to kill his best friend if he ever hurts his sister; 4) he'll never be the wiser because he just can't see that his best friend and his sister would be that way. So it must either be #2 or #4. But he definitely suspects something. It just comes along more slowly than it should.
--I also noticed that no one brings up the fact that Marron is very much so hated in this story. I think Marron takes more abuse than Bra does. If there are any Marron fans amongst ye who read this garbage, I'm really sorry. I actually kinda like Marron, but my character doesn't. Not my fault.
--Thanks to those of you who stuck it out through my little rant and rave section. If you have comments or questions about anything so far, please review and let me know. I thank you many millions of times for your past reviews and thanks for the suggestions. I'll keep them in mind.
--Dress: If You Put It On--
'Never let your feelings cloud your judgment in a fight,' she remembered her father telling her. It was easier said than done. She should have snapped Pan's neck like a twig yesterday. Chances are that it wouldn't have happened without a fight. It would have been worth it. But she also remembered him telling her, 'Never mix business and pleasure.' Great. School may have been her business, but her teacher was definitely her pleasure. So all the rules went out the window a long time ago. Continuing on this roller coaster ride she called her life, Bra entered the school.
The first person she ran into was Goten. Cheerful, as always. She wouldn't be thrown by his charms today. She had to keep a level head. She had to make sure that her focus was on school. She had to concentrate on history.
"Hey! I see you wore that dress," Goten said, walking over to her.
What did he do? Stand outside his door and wait for her to come to class?
"You look great," he added. He then took one of her hands and turned her around slowly.
The blood once again rushed to her face. She looked at the floor. "Thank you," she replied in a small voice. There she was. The timid little flower had returned. If she could just keep her emotions and her reactions under control, she wouldn't have a problem. Too bad. She would lose to this guy every time.
He let go of her hand. "Oh, yeah. Someone left a message for you in the office. I think they said it was your mom."
Her mom? Well, she hadn't seen her all morning. What could she want? Bra quickly made her way to the office, hoping nothing was too terribly wrong. When she got there, the secretary immediately knew who she was. The very tall thin woman gave Bra a yellow sticky note, inked in red:
'Bra, Since you seem to be so down lately, I've taken the liberty of setting up an appointment for you to talk to someone. Please go by and see the school counselor during lunch. Love, Mom.'
AWWWWWW!!! NO WAY!!! She had to talk to someone? She had to go and see that stupid redhead? She had to skip out on LUNCH? AWWWWWWWW!!! Awwwwww!! Awww.
Bra made her way back to her first class quietly. Thank goodness the bell hadn't rung yet. So she wasn't late.
Goten had gone into the classroom but as soon as she entered he turned from writing on the board. "Was everything okay?"
Bra nodded. "She just...wanted me to pick up something on the way home," she lied. Why didn't she tell him the truth? It was harmless enough. All she had to do was talk to the school counselor. It wasn't a big deal....
She took her seat in front of the devil. Bra had no intention of initiating a conversation with this hell-spawn. And she wouldn't have to.
"Hey, Bra. I had a lot of fun yesterday. How about you?" Pan asked. She had that smile on her face. It was a smile that screamed, 'I know something you don't want me to know.'
Bra wanted to break this girl's nose, but she couldn't cause a scene in Goten's class. Maybe later. "It was okay."
"I see you're wearing that dress Uncle Goten picked out for you," Pan said. "Kinda short, isn't it?"
"Yeah. So?" Bra said. Of course, she never wore things that exposed her legs, which was why they were a pasty color. She really needed a tan. Of course, this was the only time she would be wearing something like this.
The bell rang for class to begin.
Pan smiled wider. "Let the lesson begin."
That girl either liked to talk or she'd gone wacky from one-upping her yesterday.
"Wait. What were you saying yesterday about knowing—" Bra began.
"You ladies sure do like to talk over in that corner," Goten said from the front of the classroom.
Bra turned her attention to him. Wow. He sure took this teaching thing seriously. It's like he wasn't the same person. But then again, it's like he WAS the same person. It was weird.
As he began teaching about Roman crap that Bra didn't care about, she remembered one of Pan's many statements from yesterday. She'd said that all the girls in the class lusted after him. Bra looked around the classroom at the other girls. Yeah, those were the looks. Those were the very same looks she had on her face for the first two days of school. Goten didn't seem to know their eyes were stalking his every move.
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--after class--
As always, the rest of the class was packing to leave while Bra lingered behind. She was just slow at packing her things. Yeah, that was it. Slow. In other words, she had to have her last intake of Goten-y goodness before she went about the rest of her day with her head in the clouds.
"Didn't you wanna ask me something earlier?" Pan asked her. She already had her things packed and she was ready to make the venture to their next class.
Bra stayed in her seat. "Yeah. I'll just have to catch you in our next class. I have to...ask Goten a question about what we discussed today." It was a lie. And it was dangerous to lie to someone who knew so much about you.
"Alright. I'll see you then," Pan said cheerfully. She made her departure.
HA! Pan was as oblivious as the rest of the Son family. Maybe her day wouldn't be as bad as she thought.
Bra watched Goten erase the board like he did after all their classes. Should she talk to him? They were friends. It was no big deal. She should be able to talk to this guy about anything. SHOULD be able to....
She stood and slowly made her way toward him. She wasn't sure what she was going to say. She really didn't have anything specific to talk to him about. Initiating a conversation with him should have been easy. SHOULD have been....
Then he turned to her. "We meet again," he said.
They were alone yet again. And she had lost her voice yet again. She just stood in front of him, staring at his lips. What was she waiting for? What was she even there for? Why were they both just standing there like this?
Goten raised his eyebrows. "Was there something you wanted to ask me?"
Just as he said that, the door opened and the two turned around, startled. Uh, oh. It was that stupid redhead. What had he said her name was? Parrot or something. Bra narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the woman who entered.
"Oh," the woman's irritating voice rang. "I didn't mean to interrupt." The dim-witted hussy walked over to them anyway. "Hi. You must be Bra. You look every bit like your mother."
That foolish woman had the unmitigated audacity to speak directly to Bra. She could feel the anger rising. But she had to keep a cool head for her own sake. So she nodded to keep from biting this pretty pigeon's head off.
"Oh, good," the lady said. "I look forward to seeing you at lunch. You should hurry along. Your next class will be starting soon."
Unbelievable! The bitch was pretty much telling her to get out. In other words she was saying, 'You're taking up too much of MY man's time, so get lost.' Sure, it SOUNDED pleasant enough, but Bra took it as a jab to the face. Oh, Bra would NOT be run off so easily.
Just as she was about to speak, Goten took the stage. "Paris is right, Bra. You should probably get going."
It was like a boulder was dropped on her. Even HE was shooing her away. What had she done to deserve this treatment? Especially from him? After he'd spent so much time with her, she thought for certain the tide was turning in her favor. And after all the compliments about her dress, she couldn't help thinking he was beginning to feel something for her. She was wrong again. Would she ever get this love thing right?
--End Dress: If You Put It On--
--Yet another episode of Versus is out and about. Thank you for reading it. Let me know what you think.
--I have a couple of comments today, so bare with me if you will. These are just some of my personal opinions about Versus and the characters involved.
--I was glad to see that someone picked up on how clueless Trunks had been acting in all of this. I have some theories as to why I did that. (That's right. Some of you might think that I do a lot of this for a reason, when in fact, I don't. Not most of the time anyway. So if you see something that doesn't make sense or that makes a little too much sense, let me know. I sometimes have a general idea about where an episode is going, but sometimes I don't know what's gonna happen from sentence to sentence.) Now a brother who is close to his sister and the guy his sister is interested in will do one of several things: 1) he'll get really protective of his sister and try to kill his best friend; 2) he'll ignore it all because he doesn't want to think about his best friend and his sister in that way; 3) he'll be all for it, then threaten to kill his best friend if he ever hurts his sister; 4) he'll never be the wiser because he just can't see that his best friend and his sister would be that way. So it must either be #2 or #4. But he definitely suspects something. It just comes along more slowly than it should.
--I also noticed that no one brings up the fact that Marron is very much so hated in this story. I think Marron takes more abuse than Bra does. If there are any Marron fans amongst ye who read this garbage, I'm really sorry. I actually kinda like Marron, but my character doesn't. Not my fault.
--Thanks to those of you who stuck it out through my little rant and rave section. If you have comments or questions about anything so far, please review and let me know. I thank you many millions of times for your past reviews and thanks for the suggestions. I'll keep them in mind.