A/N: I know I haven't introduced Uub yet, but I needed to show you what Bra's life at home and school was like first so you can get a better introduction into her personality. But anyway, this is Trunks' birthday party which means it's the day Uub and Bra meet. Enjoy!
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"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" I shrieked and dashed away from my mother as fast as I could. Bulma chased me, waving my new outfit in one hand and a bottle of perfume in the other hand.
"Bra! Stand still for at least one darn second so I can make you look half decent for your brother's party!"
"NEVER!" I bellowed, darting around the kitchen table and ramming a chair in Bulma's general direction. It made a direct hit and I took my chance to run for the door.
It was Saturday, the day of Trunks' birthday party. Bulma had already dragged me to the beauty parlor for two whole painstaking hours and the last thing I needed was to be dressed in clothes made by some poor Asian orphan and covered in a product a pig had worn.
"Bra, please! Why don't we discus this like sensible adults!" Bulma pleaded as I bolted for the door. I skidded to a halt and faced her menacingly.
"It is against all my morals to wear products tested on animals and clothes made by slave laborers." I said, trying to keep my voice even and calm but failing miserably.
"Well, you'll just have to ignore those morals for tonight! Come on, Bra! It's your big brother's birthday! Do you really want to go around looking like something the cat dragged in?"
"YES!!" I screamed and broke into a run. I had reached the front door and freedom when it suddenly sprung open and I fell backwards in shock.
I groaned, rubbing my backside and stared up into Vegeta's angry eyes. He was watching me with a strange mixture of feelings; appearing angered, appalled, perplexed, interested and vaguely amused. His jet black hair blew softly in the outdoor breeze and his coal black eyes swiveled to me, still sitting on the floor and looking dazed, to my mother who was holding clothes and cosmetics like a weapon.
"What the hell is going on here!?" He finally exploded, continuously glancing from me to my mother.
"I was TRYING to make Bra look half decent for Trunks' party tonight but she simply refused to let me. Wouldn't you agree that these clothes would make her look stunning? And the perfume and makeup would really bring out her eyes? I mean, she already has her hair done. Don't you think it looks lovely, Vegeta?"
Vegeta merely grunted in reply and stepped over me casually, making his way back into the kitchen and acting as though this was an everyday event. Bulma groaned in frustration and marched into the kitchen after him. Overjoyed that my father had saved me from certain doom, I skipped happily after them.
"What am I supposed to do if this house is filled with delinquent teenagers all night. As if this place isn't a nut house already." Vegeta complained, leaning against the counter. "Woman, fetch me something to eat."
"Of course, your highness." Bulma said sarcastically and rummaged through the cupboards to fulfill her husband's request.
"I don't see why Trunks has to have a....what did you call it? Party, at all! Those lunatic friends of his will just have to find some other place to get drunk on a Saturday night."
My point exactly. It amazed me how much Vegeta and I had in common when he had been a ruthless, environment killing, alien destroyer in his prime. I grinned from across the room to show my consent and he replied with a smirk.
"Oh please!" Bulma sighed as she shoved some meat like substance under Vegeta's nose. "I have enough to worry about without the two of you complaining all the time! How do you expect me to prepare this party AND cater for two Sayians all on my own."
"Correction, mother. One Sayian and one HALF Sayian. There is a difference you know." I said slyly. Bulma screamed in pure agony, marched across the room and forced me into a chair.
"Right, you. We're going to make you look NICE for once, do you understand?" She opened her makeup kit and set to work.
Vegeta grunted and left the room, still eating. Obviously cosmetics weren't his forte. After he had left, Trunks replaced him and watched us silently with perplexed interest for some time.
"What's your problem?" I managed to say now that Bulma was done with my lips.
"Nothing. Wow Bra, you look fantastic!"
Bulma put the lipstick down and turned my chair around so I could face him. She beamed proudly, modeling me like a piece of artwork.
"I suppose that is a compliment?" I scowled. "Because I don't deserve praise for wearing products tested on animals."
"Alright, miss legal rights, upstairs and into your slave labor outfit. Make sure you're ready by seven. Party starts at eight."
I didn't reply but stalked upstairs to my room, sat on my bed and moped. After about five minutes, I saw how pointless this was and read from my favorite encyclopedia instead. Then at seven, I pulled on the black leather mini skirt and emerald green sequined top that I hated so much already. By the time I was ready, people were starting to arrive.
"There you are, Bra." Bulma said excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Isn't this great? The DJ has started setting up and people are already arriving. They're all in the sunroom now! And look, more people! I'll talk to you later, dear!"
She pushed me away and I watched her with surprise. She didn't even compliment on my outfit, not that I was complaining. It just seemed weird that she would overlook such an important detail to her.
Bulma was right, the room was full already. Some people were getting ready to swim and others were eating from the food table, waiting for the DJ to finish setting up. I scanned the room and found Goten and Trunks talking to a large group of surrounding teenagers. Not wanting to intrude, stood nearby and hoped to catch their attention.
Some of my old friends who were in grade nine had been invited. Heck, pretty much the whole school had turned up. But I didn't expect any of my old friends to say hello. They had been giving me the silent treatment ever since I started being unpopular with older kids.
"Hey Bra!" Goten called, waving from the table. He and Trunks pushed past the crowd and stood beside me cheerily.
"Hey guys. Anyone seen Marron?"
"Not here yet." Goten shrugged. "You look really nice, Bra."
"Oh. Thanks." I said gratefully. You couldn't really expect a more interesting comment from Goten.
"Aren't you having a party later with just family and close friends?" Goten asked.
"Yeah. That's next weekend." Trunks said. "Hey don't tell Marron, she isn't invited."
"Oh." Goten said, disappointed. "Why not?"
"She's beginning to bug me. You know, flirting and stuff." He said carefully, watching Goten. "Of course, I'm not interested. That's why she's not coming next weekend. Sorry Goten!"
"Maybe you should dance with her." I said thoughtfully. "Use reverse physiology and pretend you like her and want to dance with her. When she sees you like her too, she'll lose interest. The thrill of trying to have your attention is probably the only reason she likes you, Trunks."
There was a stunned silence between the two boys and they glanced at each other, their eyebrows raised. Then they turned back to me.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Goten said cluelessly and we all burst out laughing.
At that moment, Marron strode gracefully into the room. She was wearing a disgustingly short red dress with tiny shoulder straps and straps going all down the bare back. She was taller, the result of black high heels and she swung a matching handbag. I could see the line of her bikini strap underneath her dress as she pushed back her blonde hair and joined into Eliza, Anna and Mez's conversation.
Goten and Trunks were still laughing and I knew that it would all stop if they knew Marron was here. Goten was obsessed with trying to impress her, even though he often failed miserably. And with the way Trunks was feeling about her, he probably wouldn't want to stay long if Marron was around. I decided to ignore her.
Eventually she found us and as I predicted, the laughing stopped. Trunks and Goten were stony faced, giving the impression that it was time for a more serious conversation.
"Hey everyone, pass the food." Marron said and pushed through us to grab a piece of cake.
"You look nice, Marron." I complemented, in an attempt to make pleasant conversation.
"You look nice too, Bra. You should wear more makeup." She replied carelessly, as if giving me a compliment in reply had been an afterthought.
"It was my mum's idea." I scowled. "Even though she knows perfectly well that I detest products that are tested on animals."
"Even so, I think she looks great." Trunks beamed and giving me and embarrassing hug. "And you look fantastic, Marron."
Then Marron did something terribly revolting, she blushed so red I could have fried an egg on her oversized blonde head. She tried to hide it by stuffing her mouth full of cake and then muttered what would have been 'thank you' if her mouth wasn't loaded with icing.
I was amusing myself quite easily by watching this repulsive display of what seemed to be affection when I noticed my mother sneak up behind us and tap Marron on the shoulder.
