Bouzi Neo here. I'm in a not-good mood because Neo gained weight and her RPG slave, I mean boyfriend, is not here. However… tis my turn to write.
Unpretty
Celeb Ryu & Bouzi NeoChapter One: Normal
One Year Ago
"Bura, that dress looks beautiful on you!" Momma smiled at me. Her teenaged daughter. Her reincarnation. I looked down at myself.
It wasn't that wonderful.
But Momma always made big fusses, and playing the small role shy girl didn't work. As a matter of fact, I didn't like being shy. Or not apart of something. Makes you feel… unimportant.
The daughter of Bulma Briefs is not unimportant.
I'd be smart if I cared. I'd fight well if I tried. One thing we all know is that Bra Briefs never cries.
You've guessed it, genius, I'm Bura. You should know about Daddy, too. You watch my mom's personal life through the press. You watch my big brother, Trunks', too.
I'm referring to the Trunks Briefs. As in President of Capsule Corporation.
But Daddy, though the proudest, is the only member not many people know much about. He was always Bulma's handsome husband, or known for being in martial arts tournaments.
Let me tell you a secret.
I'm not completely human.
I'm a princess from a race almost completely wiped out decades ago, when Daddy was a little boy.
Farfetched?
Get over it.
That's right, Daddy is a prince. He's quiet but always seems to speak when he has to say something. Not the cowardly quiet. The fuck-off quiet. He likes his space. He's almost always training. Vegeta, Daddy's only known name, is one of the strongest men in the entire universe.
I sighed and smoothed down the dress, looking back to my mother. I'm a ghost of the woman, as I said before, and I've seen the pictures to prove it. Sighing, I ignored my mother and sat down.
Do I really have to do this?
I've done small modeling for Capsule Corporation before, but nothing big. Here I am with my mother, and we're getting ready to start something big.
Is it wonderful that on the last meeting we've had I caught the eye of some designer?
Of course.
Being a model… it sounds so exciting. So romantic. I'd give anything to do it. I've wanted to be a model all my life and now that someone sees me… I can be who I am.
I want this job and no one's taking it from me.
This is only a screen test. To see if the camera 'likes' me. That means you get the job if you can make a few good poses.
Momma checked her watch again and sighed, laying her head in her palm. She was an impatient person, like my father.
I just twiddled my thumbs. I'm so excited I could literally jump up and scream, dance, sing, whatever they asked of me as long as I got the job!
Me… Bura Briefs. A model. A teen sensation. The girl that no one forgets, people of all ages follow me around asking, begging for my name on a piece of paper.
My name in big red lights. Trunks has fans, since I was a little girl I saw how people would run around after him, begging for his autograph. I want fans. I want people to look up to me. To see me, not as another person or Trunks' sister or Bulma's daughter, but as Bura. I want to be like my family. I crave the thrill of the media following me, the lights, the camera, the action.
It's so exciting. My chance for fame. Being a celebrity means being more important. Am I shallow for thinking this?
I'm not thinking this. I know it.
I'm blunt. You want the truth, here it is: You have to be beautiful in some way, shape, or form to be considered a good person. The world's not nice. If you don't say something it'll never be said. If you don't jump to reach the stars you'll never become one.
I don't like it. I accept it. You should too. The world's not beautiful. Beautiful people are rare. That's why they look for them and push them up on their shoulders.
It's the people's faults.
I sighed excitedly as I was let into the office, I would blow them away. I would be perfect. I can't be less than perfect.
If you're not perfect you're normal.
Normal is not acceptable.
I will blow them all away.
I remember the day clearly, but like I said before, I'm not about to tell you shit. You sigh and open the door, "Our time is up for today…Bura…I really wish you would talk to me…I want to help."
I just growl and walk out of the room. I've seen what "helping" does. Ruins things, like relationships. Goten…I wonder if he even cares anymore…
I hear the buzzer go off, it's dinnertime. Great, another feeding period where I'm watched like a fucking hawk. I would hurl, but that isn't allowed.
I get my tray and sit down at an almost deserted table. There are two girls sitting there, one with short light brown hair and brilliant green eyes. The other has dark brunette hair that's spiked and brown eyes.
"I'm Ryu…and this is Neo…" The green eyed one said.
I look at their arms and see cuts and scars, what's with these freaks?
Wow! Bouzi, you did one hell of a job. Celeb, how you like? BTW, My fans (the few there are) I'VE RE-LOADED PLEASURES OF PAYBACK! :::happy Bouzi Neo:::
Like that last scene Bouzi? Hope so….
Reviewer's Corner:
EdwardWongHauPepiluTivriskiIV: Yeah, yeah, it's being edited as we speak. And the thumbs down thing… That's just wrong, dude.
RavenGurlie149: Celeb Ryu AND Bouzi Neo, thank you. It really is great to be working with her. Thanks!
Nyce456: I though the chap was pretty neat too. That's cause Celeb did it.
VegetaGirlOne: Thanks. Yeah, reading time… gets shorter every day.
Akira Gown: Hehe. As for the Vegeta think, well, I'm sorry if you don't like that. Nice way of putting it… like we write for your entertainment only. Heh, I'm just being me. But I understand what you're saying. We won't OOC Veg. As for the flashback thing, not exactly… But keep on reading. I am glad you're enjoying it. Hope you had a good rest.
Lady Celebare: If the prologue was any longer, it would've given up too much. And Breaking Free… Yeah, she does need to update it. –GlaresCelly-
ShorteeCake: I try to email and I'm sure Celeb does too. I'm very glad that you're enjoying our little ficcy.
