"What the hell did you think you were doing!?" I shouted, stamping on my brother's foot and giving him an evil glare.
I could hardly believe that Trunks would sink low enough to actually ask Marron to the stupid dance. Especially when he knew that his best friend found her attractive. It was the lamest and most pathetic thing he had done in his lifetime. And trust me; that was saying a lot considering some of the events he had taken part in and I had been forced to endure over a large amount of time.
Trunks turned to face me, smiling malevolently. "Well, if you overheard me asking Marron out to the end of year school dance and her accepting then you pretty much saw for yourself, didn't you?"
I stared at him in utmost awe. It was an amazing factor, in my opinion, that Trunks could prove to be arrogant, crude, mischievous, irritating and juvenile all at one time.
"Did it ever occur to you that your life-long best friend has had a crush on her for as long as your friendship has lasted?" I yelled, yanking the phone out of his hand.
"Strangely enough, Goten asked me to." Trunks' voice was oddly serious. "No idea why, but he seemed to really want me to. So I did."
After a long pause, I said: "Trunks Vegeta Briefs, a.k.a, underwear boy, I don't think I'll ever be able to understand you."
"Nor will I be able to understand you, Bra Bulma Briefs, a.k.a, Madam G- String."
"MY NAME IS BRA!" I bellowed, dialing the number of my old cell phone that now belonged to Uub. I only hoped he remembered how to answer the call.
"Hello?" Said a meek voice on the other end of the phone as Trunks shifted away, bawling with laughter.
"Ah, good. I was afraid you wouldn't know how to pick up. I can't see how you can manage to cope with all those siblings; I can barely handle one!"
"Are you really inside that tiny little box?" Uub asked distantly. I could picture him examining the phone with interest and sighed.
"No, Uub. A telephone is a way of communication invented in 1870 by Alexander Graham Bell for the purpose of designing a faster way to make verbal communication with people living further away than by simply using a letter or traveling for months in order to tell someone a single message. It was designed for making life easier."
"Oh really?" Uub asked, obviously fascinated. "I have to tell Lorna. She thinks this cell phone is really interesting."
I listened with fascination as he repeated all the facts I had just presented him. I was hardly able to believe that he could simply repeated every piece of information I had just given him like that, without even having to ask me to repeat myself.
"Unless I am mistaken, you have the biggest memory capacity I have ever encountered." I said with deepest sincerity, attempting to hide my obvious amazement.
"Um....thank you." He mumbled.
"Look, I've just been thinking. We don't have to carry out our plan for revengeful dating unless you feel ok with it. I really don't care; it's up to you. Do you want to?"
"Kind of."
Why did I even bother? "Why and why not?"
"Don't rightly know." I could practically feel him shrugging.
"Ok, fine then! We won't go!" I shouted with frustration.
"If you want to."
"Then we will go!"
"If you want to."
I had had enough of this for one night. After saying a quick goodbye, I hung up and proceeded upstairs to my room. Halfway up the staircase, I ran into my dear old dad, coming back from training in his Gravity Room.
"Evening." I grinned, moving aside to allow him downstairs. Vegeta merely grunted. "Well someone's feeling a bit grumpy this evening, aren't they? Mind telling me why?"
"The woman is carrying on about this pathetic human ritual when you celebrate the day you became bonded."
After spending fifteen years in Vegeta's company, I had grown accustomed to the way he spoke and I had enough understanding to know what he was talking about. "You mean, your anniversary?"
"That's what she calls it." Vegeta spat. "She wants me to buy her FLOWERS! Those pathetic little twigs that get in your way? Why would anyone actually want that!?"
"You raise an interesting point." I pondered. "What really is point of having objects for the sake of ornamental decoration if they continue to disrupt your day-to-day life?"
"Tell her that." Vegeta scowled.
"Don't worry." I smirked in a way that was bound to make him proud. "I have a cunning plan to distract 'the woman' long enough for her to forget the whole element of anniversary."
Leaving him clueless, I scurried upstairs into my parents bedroom where my mother was sitting at her dressing table, removing makeup (typically). She beamed brightly when she saw me, turning to face me with one eye lined with running mascara and the other perfectly clear except for traces of blue eye shadow.
"What is it, darling?" Bulma asked me blandly. "Is this going to be one of those 'special' moments a mother shares with her teenage daughter?"
"If you decide to see it in that way." I took several steps back, bracing myself for the eruption of parenting emotion. "I just thought you may find it interesting to learn that I have a boyfriend."
The reaction was predictable. Bulma blinked at her daunting reflection in disbelief for a good five minutes before pouncing on me and locking me in a hug that scarcely offered me room to breath.
"Oh you don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" Bulma squealed in delight, tears streaming down her face and making the makeup even less plausible than before. "My little baby Bra has her very own boyfriend. Oh, you don't know how proud I am of you!"
"Well little baby Bra has a sever lack of oxygen at the moment so if you let me go, it would be more than appreciated."
Bulma obeyed, releasing me from her life-threatening embrace and held me at arms length, eyeing every aspect of my teenage body and succeeding in, yet again, 'creeping me out'.
"We'll have to fix you up now you have a date." Bulma giggled. "Oh, this will be so fun! I can buy you some lovely new clothes."
"If you remember correctly, you failed in succeeding buying me more than one outfit last time I allowed you to take me shopping. Anyway, now that I have a boyfriend, shouldn't I dress down in order to drive other possible candidates away from me?"
"Your first date." Bulma sighed, clasping a hand to her heart. "I remember mine ever so well. I was just a lanky sixteen year old, traveling through the desert with a young boy unbeknownst to the fact that I would find true love in a desert bandit."
I groaned; it was now a critical matter that I tear her away from those soap operas she had wasted half her life being tuned into. My mother snapped back to reality, remembering that she was now a married woman with two teenage children and couldn't waist time pondering about her past boyfriend whilst her daughter was in the room.
"Well, can you tell me who it is?" Bulma asked excitedly, doing a little jig on the spot as if to indicate that she desperately needed to go to the bathroom. "Let me guess, it's that blonde haired footballer, isn't it? The really cute one who always winks at you when he's on the field."
"Josh?" I snorted. "First of all, he wasn't looking at me anyway, he was looking at Marron who just so happened to be sitting beside me the one day you decided to attend a match on Saturday. Secondly, if you consider men who have a head far to big for their peanut sized brain and the emotional capacity of a slug to be 'cute', then I do believe that you desperately need therapy. And finally, it isn't Josh, it's Uub."
Bulma froze, her lips mouthing wordlessly but no sound coming out, pausing through her jig with her arms raised in the air and her legs spread at an insane angle. "You mean that hideously ugly, skinny kid from a third world country?"
"A close enough description." I replied, taken aback. "Weren't you the one telling me to be extra nice to him while at school?"
"Sure, but that's only because it was the polite thing to do." Bulma gasped. "You can't date him, Bra."
"Why not?" I frowned, becoming slightly annoyed.
"I just can't see how anyone would want him as their boyfriend."
I jumped, coming to a startling realization. "Oh so you think that I can't date Uub just because he simply doesn't have the ideal appearance for a perfect boyfriend, do you? You think that just because I was granted your good looks means that I have to date an attractive person?"
"No, not at all." Bulma said earnestly. "Oh I didn't mean to say it like that, Bra. Please, don't cry."
It was too late. I was already bawling; how could anyone be so cruel? Sure, Uub wasn't very attractive, but he was kind, sweet and pretty intelligent when granted a good education. I stared at my mother; an image of perfection (despite the makeup) and who had all the necessary qualities to be a model. Qualities she had passed onto me.
"Not everyone was lucky enough to be beautiful when they were born, Mum. Some people didn't have a fantastically elegant mother or a tall, dark and handsome father. It isn't fair to judge people just because they mightent be the ideal image of perfection because there are over five billion people in the world who all have their own original appearance and in my opinion, everyone is beautiful just for who and what they are."
I marched out of Bulma's room and into my own, tears streaking down my face. Collapsing onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, weeping silently to myself.
I remembered the shopping trip I took with Bulma before I even met Uub. I remembered standing in that dressing room and staring at the girl in the mirror's reflection.
Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks and I were all very good looking. Not meaning to sound vain, but even I had to admit it to myself. Bulma had been the most popular girl in high school; Trunks WAS the most popular boy in high school; if Vegeta had gone to high school, he would be popular too.
Why? Simply because they were all good looking. I had been reasonably popular back when I was in the lower form because I was pretty. But when the others discovered my intelligence they wanted no more to do with me.
When I auditioned for that drama production of the wizard of oz, I was chosen not just because I was a great actor, but also because I was prettier than Eliza. She envied me; I was beautiful and, let's face it, she isn't.
The reason for all my triumphs and suffering so far has been my outward appearance. It was why I had once been popular, why Eliza hated me, why I got the lead roll in nearly every single school production.
And now Bulma thought that Uub couldn't be my boyfriend because he was ugly. Well, that just shows that most of our society today is shallow. How could she even think of putting him down like that; just because he wasn't as handsome as Vegeta or Trunks.
I knew the real Uub. Sure, he was a little irritating at times, but he was my friend. No, my best friend....my boyfriend....my soul mate.
I sat up as realization dawned upon me. I stared at my reflection in the darkened room, my arms and legs trembling, coming to a powerful resolution that would forever change my life.
I, Bra Bulma Briefs, had somehow managed to fall in love.
I could hardly believe that Trunks would sink low enough to actually ask Marron to the stupid dance. Especially when he knew that his best friend found her attractive. It was the lamest and most pathetic thing he had done in his lifetime. And trust me; that was saying a lot considering some of the events he had taken part in and I had been forced to endure over a large amount of time.
Trunks turned to face me, smiling malevolently. "Well, if you overheard me asking Marron out to the end of year school dance and her accepting then you pretty much saw for yourself, didn't you?"
I stared at him in utmost awe. It was an amazing factor, in my opinion, that Trunks could prove to be arrogant, crude, mischievous, irritating and juvenile all at one time.
"Did it ever occur to you that your life-long best friend has had a crush on her for as long as your friendship has lasted?" I yelled, yanking the phone out of his hand.
"Strangely enough, Goten asked me to." Trunks' voice was oddly serious. "No idea why, but he seemed to really want me to. So I did."
After a long pause, I said: "Trunks Vegeta Briefs, a.k.a, underwear boy, I don't think I'll ever be able to understand you."
"Nor will I be able to understand you, Bra Bulma Briefs, a.k.a, Madam G- String."
"MY NAME IS BRA!" I bellowed, dialing the number of my old cell phone that now belonged to Uub. I only hoped he remembered how to answer the call.
"Hello?" Said a meek voice on the other end of the phone as Trunks shifted away, bawling with laughter.
"Ah, good. I was afraid you wouldn't know how to pick up. I can't see how you can manage to cope with all those siblings; I can barely handle one!"
"Are you really inside that tiny little box?" Uub asked distantly. I could picture him examining the phone with interest and sighed.
"No, Uub. A telephone is a way of communication invented in 1870 by Alexander Graham Bell for the purpose of designing a faster way to make verbal communication with people living further away than by simply using a letter or traveling for months in order to tell someone a single message. It was designed for making life easier."
"Oh really?" Uub asked, obviously fascinated. "I have to tell Lorna. She thinks this cell phone is really interesting."
I listened with fascination as he repeated all the facts I had just presented him. I was hardly able to believe that he could simply repeated every piece of information I had just given him like that, without even having to ask me to repeat myself.
"Unless I am mistaken, you have the biggest memory capacity I have ever encountered." I said with deepest sincerity, attempting to hide my obvious amazement.
"Um....thank you." He mumbled.
"Look, I've just been thinking. We don't have to carry out our plan for revengeful dating unless you feel ok with it. I really don't care; it's up to you. Do you want to?"
"Kind of."
Why did I even bother? "Why and why not?"
"Don't rightly know." I could practically feel him shrugging.
"Ok, fine then! We won't go!" I shouted with frustration.
"If you want to."
"Then we will go!"
"If you want to."
I had had enough of this for one night. After saying a quick goodbye, I hung up and proceeded upstairs to my room. Halfway up the staircase, I ran into my dear old dad, coming back from training in his Gravity Room.
"Evening." I grinned, moving aside to allow him downstairs. Vegeta merely grunted. "Well someone's feeling a bit grumpy this evening, aren't they? Mind telling me why?"
"The woman is carrying on about this pathetic human ritual when you celebrate the day you became bonded."
After spending fifteen years in Vegeta's company, I had grown accustomed to the way he spoke and I had enough understanding to know what he was talking about. "You mean, your anniversary?"
"That's what she calls it." Vegeta spat. "She wants me to buy her FLOWERS! Those pathetic little twigs that get in your way? Why would anyone actually want that!?"
"You raise an interesting point." I pondered. "What really is point of having objects for the sake of ornamental decoration if they continue to disrupt your day-to-day life?"
"Tell her that." Vegeta scowled.
"Don't worry." I smirked in a way that was bound to make him proud. "I have a cunning plan to distract 'the woman' long enough for her to forget the whole element of anniversary."
Leaving him clueless, I scurried upstairs into my parents bedroom where my mother was sitting at her dressing table, removing makeup (typically). She beamed brightly when she saw me, turning to face me with one eye lined with running mascara and the other perfectly clear except for traces of blue eye shadow.
"What is it, darling?" Bulma asked me blandly. "Is this going to be one of those 'special' moments a mother shares with her teenage daughter?"
"If you decide to see it in that way." I took several steps back, bracing myself for the eruption of parenting emotion. "I just thought you may find it interesting to learn that I have a boyfriend."
The reaction was predictable. Bulma blinked at her daunting reflection in disbelief for a good five minutes before pouncing on me and locking me in a hug that scarcely offered me room to breath.
"Oh you don't know how long I've been waiting for this day!" Bulma squealed in delight, tears streaming down her face and making the makeup even less plausible than before. "My little baby Bra has her very own boyfriend. Oh, you don't know how proud I am of you!"
"Well little baby Bra has a sever lack of oxygen at the moment so if you let me go, it would be more than appreciated."
Bulma obeyed, releasing me from her life-threatening embrace and held me at arms length, eyeing every aspect of my teenage body and succeeding in, yet again, 'creeping me out'.
"We'll have to fix you up now you have a date." Bulma giggled. "Oh, this will be so fun! I can buy you some lovely new clothes."
"If you remember correctly, you failed in succeeding buying me more than one outfit last time I allowed you to take me shopping. Anyway, now that I have a boyfriend, shouldn't I dress down in order to drive other possible candidates away from me?"
"Your first date." Bulma sighed, clasping a hand to her heart. "I remember mine ever so well. I was just a lanky sixteen year old, traveling through the desert with a young boy unbeknownst to the fact that I would find true love in a desert bandit."
I groaned; it was now a critical matter that I tear her away from those soap operas she had wasted half her life being tuned into. My mother snapped back to reality, remembering that she was now a married woman with two teenage children and couldn't waist time pondering about her past boyfriend whilst her daughter was in the room.
"Well, can you tell me who it is?" Bulma asked excitedly, doing a little jig on the spot as if to indicate that she desperately needed to go to the bathroom. "Let me guess, it's that blonde haired footballer, isn't it? The really cute one who always winks at you when he's on the field."
"Josh?" I snorted. "First of all, he wasn't looking at me anyway, he was looking at Marron who just so happened to be sitting beside me the one day you decided to attend a match on Saturday. Secondly, if you consider men who have a head far to big for their peanut sized brain and the emotional capacity of a slug to be 'cute', then I do believe that you desperately need therapy. And finally, it isn't Josh, it's Uub."
Bulma froze, her lips mouthing wordlessly but no sound coming out, pausing through her jig with her arms raised in the air and her legs spread at an insane angle. "You mean that hideously ugly, skinny kid from a third world country?"
"A close enough description." I replied, taken aback. "Weren't you the one telling me to be extra nice to him while at school?"
"Sure, but that's only because it was the polite thing to do." Bulma gasped. "You can't date him, Bra."
"Why not?" I frowned, becoming slightly annoyed.
"I just can't see how anyone would want him as their boyfriend."
I jumped, coming to a startling realization. "Oh so you think that I can't date Uub just because he simply doesn't have the ideal appearance for a perfect boyfriend, do you? You think that just because I was granted your good looks means that I have to date an attractive person?"
"No, not at all." Bulma said earnestly. "Oh I didn't mean to say it like that, Bra. Please, don't cry."
It was too late. I was already bawling; how could anyone be so cruel? Sure, Uub wasn't very attractive, but he was kind, sweet and pretty intelligent when granted a good education. I stared at my mother; an image of perfection (despite the makeup) and who had all the necessary qualities to be a model. Qualities she had passed onto me.
"Not everyone was lucky enough to be beautiful when they were born, Mum. Some people didn't have a fantastically elegant mother or a tall, dark and handsome father. It isn't fair to judge people just because they mightent be the ideal image of perfection because there are over five billion people in the world who all have their own original appearance and in my opinion, everyone is beautiful just for who and what they are."
I marched out of Bulma's room and into my own, tears streaking down my face. Collapsing onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, weeping silently to myself.
I remembered the shopping trip I took with Bulma before I even met Uub. I remembered standing in that dressing room and staring at the girl in the mirror's reflection.
Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks and I were all very good looking. Not meaning to sound vain, but even I had to admit it to myself. Bulma had been the most popular girl in high school; Trunks WAS the most popular boy in high school; if Vegeta had gone to high school, he would be popular too.
Why? Simply because they were all good looking. I had been reasonably popular back when I was in the lower form because I was pretty. But when the others discovered my intelligence they wanted no more to do with me.
When I auditioned for that drama production of the wizard of oz, I was chosen not just because I was a great actor, but also because I was prettier than Eliza. She envied me; I was beautiful and, let's face it, she isn't.
The reason for all my triumphs and suffering so far has been my outward appearance. It was why I had once been popular, why Eliza hated me, why I got the lead roll in nearly every single school production.
And now Bulma thought that Uub couldn't be my boyfriend because he was ugly. Well, that just shows that most of our society today is shallow. How could she even think of putting him down like that; just because he wasn't as handsome as Vegeta or Trunks.
I knew the real Uub. Sure, he was a little irritating at times, but he was my friend. No, my best friend....my boyfriend....my soul mate.
I sat up as realization dawned upon me. I stared at my reflection in the darkened room, my arms and legs trembling, coming to a powerful resolution that would forever change my life.
I, Bra Bulma Briefs, had somehow managed to fall in love.
