Versus
--Yer Blues--
The last day of the first week of school went by with relative smoothness. Relative to what? She wasn't sure what she should compare it to. She was just glad she made it through.
Goten hadn't waited outside the classroom that morning. He just sat at his desk, staring into space. Probably daydreaming about that stupid counselor.
Pan hadn't asked her about any of yesterday's events again. All she talked about was her big surprise for the fashion show tomorrow. She wanted the show to go well for Marron, but she wanted to have some fun too. She already had everything planned out. She wouldn't tell Bra exactly what she had up her sleeve, but it was sure to be trouble.
Bra had other things on her mind. It was hard work keeping Goten off her mind. In order for her to keep him off her mind, she had to concentrate more intensely. It was funny really. She had to think not to think.
She told Randall about the fashion show and gave him all the details he would need, including where he could pick her up. Of course, he already knew where Capsule Corp. was located. Everybody in the city did. She hated that she was basically using this nice guy as a mental diversion, but it was her only solution to a dilemma with no foreseeable outcome.
There was no tutoring on Fridays. In a way, she was grateful. As a matter of fact, she and Goten hadn't really spoken to each other the whole day.
Pan and Marron wanted to drag Bra to the movies that night, but Bra insisted that she wasn't feeling well. It wouldn't have been a bad move to go out with them. It would have kept her mind otherwise occupied instead of staying in her room all night, sulking.
And sulk she did. Her mind was so clouded that she hadn't even bothered to go out and train. Hopefully, tomorrow would bring in a better mood.
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--the big day--
Bra sat up on her bed and stretched. Why did she feel like she'd cried all night when she hadn't shed a tear? It was 9:00. To most people this was way too early to get up on a weekend, but to her family, rising early was important. She had overslept. No breakfast this morning. Her stomach roared its objection. She couldn't believe her mother had let her sleep for so long.
She heard a lot of prattle from the living room. Who could be here at this hour? She put on her bathrobe and peeped around to see who would dare grace the place this early.
The first person she saw was Marron. Of course. It was her big day. Naturally she would be out and about. But she'd heard more voices, hadn't she?
Bra entered the room and saw her mother sitting and talking to all the ladies she had ever known. There was ChiChi, 18, Videl, Marron and Pan. Bra was astounded.
"Morning, sleepy head. We've been waiting for you," Bulma said with a smile.
"What? What for?" Bra asked. For some reason she feared that something had gone terribly wrong.
"We're all going to the salon today. I reserved the whole salon just for us. We're gonna get the works," Marron sang. She was ecstatic.
"Yeah. You went to your room so fast yesterday, I didn't have a chance to tell you," Bulma said.
Salon? The works? Oh boy. This would take hours. And being women, they would all probably want to talk the whole time.
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--on the way to the salon--
Those hens had talked during the whole ride to the salon. Even 18 got involved in their lady-like conversation. Whatever it was that women talked about all the time. Bra had remained silent. But she wouldn't be left out for long.
"I've known about this fashion show for less than a week myself. It was a surprise for me just like it was for the rest of you," Marron was saying. "I didn't really have a choice as to when the invitations came out. It was lucky that they came out when they did."
"Of course, dear. We're glad to come out and support you," ChiChi said.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting us," Videl added.
"I feel so bad because some of us weren't able to find dates in time," Marron continued. "I mean, I barely got a hold of Uubu in time to invite him. I know Pan was saying that she didn't have a date and I doubt that Bra has one."
"Bra has a date," Pan informed them all. She had victory written all over her face.
This raven-haired monster enjoyed making a big scene. She obviously wanted to wait until a peak time to tell everyone at one time that Bra had a date. She hadn't even bothered to tell Marron. Bra was convinced that shocking people gave Pan some kind of charge.
The other women looked surprised. Even Bulma.
"You have a date for the gala and you didn't even tell me?" Bulma asked her daughter.
"I didn't think it was a big deal," Bra said blandly. It wasn't a big deal, was it? Leave it to her mother to blow a simple thing like having a date for a fashion show out of proportion.
"Well, who's the lucky guy? Do I know his parents? What does he look like?" Bulma bombarded her with questions.
This woman needed precise details about everything. "What does it MATTER? He's just a guy from school. No—big—deal," Bra spelled out for her mother.
The other women knew not to get in the middle of a Bulma argument.
"Bra, I never know what's going on with you anymore," Bulma sighed. "I swear, sometimes you're just like your father."
Bra kept her mouth closed and gave her mother a very uninterested look. Everyone knew she preferred her father over her mother anyway. No need to rub it in. Especially since she would be spending the rest of her day with these women.
"So, your daughter managed a date and your son didn't. That's funny," 18 said to Bulma.
"You're right," Bulma realized. She put her thinking cap on. To be a certifiable genius, this woman sure was slow.
"I've got it!" Bulma said after everyone had stopped talking in order to allow her time to conjure up some sort of ingenious plan. "Trunks doesn't have a date. And Pan, you don't have a date. Why don't you go with Trunks?"
Hallelujah! The great mastermind states the obvious.
Bra had to admit; it felt good to watch someone else suffer for a change. She watched as Pan's face turned several shades of pink. But she dare not say anything. There was no telling what other secrets Pan might spew forth about her.
"Alright," Pan said a little nervously. "Hey! There's the salon. Let's go."
Bra also had to admit that Pan was the master of changing the subject when the pressure was on. It just so happened that things tended to work out in her favor most of the time.
When the ladies got to the salon the whole place was bare apart from the staff. When Marron said that she had reserved to whole salon just for them, she wasn't joking. Every stylist, manicurist, pedicurist, make-up specialist, what-have-you were all at the women's fingertips. All they had to do was ask and services were provided. All the women continued to chat about daily life and all the girly stuff women tended to talk to each other about while Bra remained silent the whole time. She'd never been much of a talker. And listening to these chickadees' random gibber made her feel a little better about not having lots of female friends.
--End Yer Blues--
--I have to admit, this episode seems even more out of place than the last one. But we're getting closer and closer to the end. What happens next?
--Thanks for reading this episode of Versus. There was basically no Goten in this episode, so who cares about it, right? Sorry for boring you all. (I have this huge fear of boring the hell out of people, as you can tell.) Please review.
--Yer Blues--
The last day of the first week of school went by with relative smoothness. Relative to what? She wasn't sure what she should compare it to. She was just glad she made it through.
Goten hadn't waited outside the classroom that morning. He just sat at his desk, staring into space. Probably daydreaming about that stupid counselor.
Pan hadn't asked her about any of yesterday's events again. All she talked about was her big surprise for the fashion show tomorrow. She wanted the show to go well for Marron, but she wanted to have some fun too. She already had everything planned out. She wouldn't tell Bra exactly what she had up her sleeve, but it was sure to be trouble.
Bra had other things on her mind. It was hard work keeping Goten off her mind. In order for her to keep him off her mind, she had to concentrate more intensely. It was funny really. She had to think not to think.
She told Randall about the fashion show and gave him all the details he would need, including where he could pick her up. Of course, he already knew where Capsule Corp. was located. Everybody in the city did. She hated that she was basically using this nice guy as a mental diversion, but it was her only solution to a dilemma with no foreseeable outcome.
There was no tutoring on Fridays. In a way, she was grateful. As a matter of fact, she and Goten hadn't really spoken to each other the whole day.
Pan and Marron wanted to drag Bra to the movies that night, but Bra insisted that she wasn't feeling well. It wouldn't have been a bad move to go out with them. It would have kept her mind otherwise occupied instead of staying in her room all night, sulking.
And sulk she did. Her mind was so clouded that she hadn't even bothered to go out and train. Hopefully, tomorrow would bring in a better mood.
- & - & - & -
--the big day--
Bra sat up on her bed and stretched. Why did she feel like she'd cried all night when she hadn't shed a tear? It was 9:00. To most people this was way too early to get up on a weekend, but to her family, rising early was important. She had overslept. No breakfast this morning. Her stomach roared its objection. She couldn't believe her mother had let her sleep for so long.
She heard a lot of prattle from the living room. Who could be here at this hour? She put on her bathrobe and peeped around to see who would dare grace the place this early.
The first person she saw was Marron. Of course. It was her big day. Naturally she would be out and about. But she'd heard more voices, hadn't she?
Bra entered the room and saw her mother sitting and talking to all the ladies she had ever known. There was ChiChi, 18, Videl, Marron and Pan. Bra was astounded.
"Morning, sleepy head. We've been waiting for you," Bulma said with a smile.
"What? What for?" Bra asked. For some reason she feared that something had gone terribly wrong.
"We're all going to the salon today. I reserved the whole salon just for us. We're gonna get the works," Marron sang. She was ecstatic.
"Yeah. You went to your room so fast yesterday, I didn't have a chance to tell you," Bulma said.
Salon? The works? Oh boy. This would take hours. And being women, they would all probably want to talk the whole time.
- & - & - & -
--on the way to the salon--
Those hens had talked during the whole ride to the salon. Even 18 got involved in their lady-like conversation. Whatever it was that women talked about all the time. Bra had remained silent. But she wouldn't be left out for long.
"I've known about this fashion show for less than a week myself. It was a surprise for me just like it was for the rest of you," Marron was saying. "I didn't really have a choice as to when the invitations came out. It was lucky that they came out when they did."
"Of course, dear. We're glad to come out and support you," ChiChi said.
"Yeah, thanks for inviting us," Videl added.
"I feel so bad because some of us weren't able to find dates in time," Marron continued. "I mean, I barely got a hold of Uubu in time to invite him. I know Pan was saying that she didn't have a date and I doubt that Bra has one."
"Bra has a date," Pan informed them all. She had victory written all over her face.
This raven-haired monster enjoyed making a big scene. She obviously wanted to wait until a peak time to tell everyone at one time that Bra had a date. She hadn't even bothered to tell Marron. Bra was convinced that shocking people gave Pan some kind of charge.
The other women looked surprised. Even Bulma.
"You have a date for the gala and you didn't even tell me?" Bulma asked her daughter.
"I didn't think it was a big deal," Bra said blandly. It wasn't a big deal, was it? Leave it to her mother to blow a simple thing like having a date for a fashion show out of proportion.
"Well, who's the lucky guy? Do I know his parents? What does he look like?" Bulma bombarded her with questions.
This woman needed precise details about everything. "What does it MATTER? He's just a guy from school. No—big—deal," Bra spelled out for her mother.
The other women knew not to get in the middle of a Bulma argument.
"Bra, I never know what's going on with you anymore," Bulma sighed. "I swear, sometimes you're just like your father."
Bra kept her mouth closed and gave her mother a very uninterested look. Everyone knew she preferred her father over her mother anyway. No need to rub it in. Especially since she would be spending the rest of her day with these women.
"So, your daughter managed a date and your son didn't. That's funny," 18 said to Bulma.
"You're right," Bulma realized. She put her thinking cap on. To be a certifiable genius, this woman sure was slow.
"I've got it!" Bulma said after everyone had stopped talking in order to allow her time to conjure up some sort of ingenious plan. "Trunks doesn't have a date. And Pan, you don't have a date. Why don't you go with Trunks?"
Hallelujah! The great mastermind states the obvious.
Bra had to admit; it felt good to watch someone else suffer for a change. She watched as Pan's face turned several shades of pink. But she dare not say anything. There was no telling what other secrets Pan might spew forth about her.
"Alright," Pan said a little nervously. "Hey! There's the salon. Let's go."
Bra also had to admit that Pan was the master of changing the subject when the pressure was on. It just so happened that things tended to work out in her favor most of the time.
When the ladies got to the salon the whole place was bare apart from the staff. When Marron said that she had reserved to whole salon just for them, she wasn't joking. Every stylist, manicurist, pedicurist, make-up specialist, what-have-you were all at the women's fingertips. All they had to do was ask and services were provided. All the women continued to chat about daily life and all the girly stuff women tended to talk to each other about while Bra remained silent the whole time. She'd never been much of a talker. And listening to these chickadees' random gibber made her feel a little better about not having lots of female friends.
--End Yer Blues--
--I have to admit, this episode seems even more out of place than the last one. But we're getting closer and closer to the end. What happens next?
--Thanks for reading this episode of Versus. There was basically no Goten in this episode, so who cares about it, right? Sorry for boring you all. (I have this huge fear of boring the hell out of people, as you can tell.) Please review.