Hell's Captive
"Bra! Hurry up. Everyone's here." Bulma knocked on her daughters door as she passed by on her way back out to the party.
"I'll be right there." Bra called taking a moment out of her grooming ritual to answer her mother. As the footsteps of her mother faded the teenage girl focus her attention back to her image in the mirror.
She couldn't help smiling at how good she looked. The purple flame skirt and matching top with the word "Princess" written across it in silver glitter fit her complimented her figure. The Saiyan Princess didn't have the body of a fighter, because she wasn't one.
Even though half of her heritage was that of a powerful warrior race she was never interested in training. That did not mean she didn't have a slim and tone body for she was a dancer and cheerleader. Something her ancestors would never approve of, but that did not matter for her the Saiyan where down to only a few and they lived on earth not Vegetasi.
Bra finished brushing her long dark purple hair, which she had dyed from its original blue color to avoid the comparisons to her mother. Being called a chibi version of your mother or an identical clone of her at that age became really old really quick. To further change her looks she also got purple contacts which she put on before slipping on some purple platform sandals and exiting her room.
The high school senior hurried down the stair of the Capsule Corps mansion which she had the fortune to live and grow up in. It was true this girl's live was out of the ordinary. Having the famous last name of Briefs and being the heiress to the world's biggest company wasn't even the most extravagant part. This 17 year old had the unique circle of friends which include some of the world's strongest fighters as well as aliens from different planets and the guardian of the earth.
As wild as crazy as that sounded she wouldn't trade it for anything. Bra loved the excitement that came with being the daughter of the Prince of all Saiyans. So far she had been sheltered from all the major consequents that came with that title for she was fortunate to be born after the battle with the androids and Buu.
As she stepped into one of the many ballroom sized rooms where the party was being held she couldn't help but smile as she looked around and saw all her family and friends having a good time. For the most part as the first person she spotted was her dad sitting at a table away from everyone else.
Bra couldn't help thinking how lucky she was to have all the riches and love in the world as she playfully punched her older brother Trunks who was busy talking to his best friend Goten as she made her way to greet her own best friends.
The home coming queen was in the middle of gossiping with Maroon and Pan about who was going with who to prom when her mother ever the gracious hostess stole her away to show her off to the rest of the guest for it had been a few years since everyone had really seen each other. Bra didn't mind since she loved the attention but drew the line when she noticed Master Roshi and Yamcha giving her questionable looks.
She took that opportunity to sneak off and try to scare her dad.
"Boo!" Bra exclaimed sneaking up on the not so happy looking full Saiyan.
"Where?" Vegeta stood up and raised his power level ready for a fight.
"I said boo not Buu daddy" Bra couldn't help but giggle at her fathers comical reaction. Vegeta turned and glared at the girl. If it had been anyone else that had done that even his own son he would of murdered them but not his little girl. His princess.
All it took was one sweet smile from Bra and Vegeta's anger vanished. The once cold-hearted killer almost smiled himself as he received a kiss on the cheek from his ever so energetic daughter before walking off to find her friends again.
She stopped to wave to the youngest Son and was tempted to go over and flirt with him just to annoy Trunks when Marron grabbed her arm.
"Bra. You have to meet my uncle! Can you believe my mom actually convinced him to come?" Marron said and before Bra could protest dragged her off in the direction of where her parents where talking to Piccolo. Before Marron could gloat about her favorite yet only uncle Bra and the formal android locked eyes.
Bra was too busy checking him out to hear Maroon making the introduction. She managed to say a simple "Hi" only after Marron nudged her on her side. The whole time the glamour princess was secretly thinking "Hello hottie! Where have you been all my life?"
Unfortunately she couldn't really flirt with all her family and others around so she decide to start up a conversation which she hope would end with him asking her out or her being the strong independent woman type inviting him to go clubbing. But before she ever had a chance Dende arrived with a worrisome look unfitting for a reunion type party.
It turns out that the Earth was being threatened by some old familiar foes. The whole time they had been enjoying themselves in what they believed to be a time of piece, old enemies where plotting their revenge. They had been unaware of the evil brewing beneath them in hell. And it was about to explode.
Authors Note- Don't worry my other fic is not dead I just got this idea to write a semi GT rewrite and couldn't wait to start it. I hope you like it. It's hopefully going to be something totally different from my other fics. More characters. More emotion and plot twist. Hope you like!