The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
--The Situation Is So Strange; It's a TV Show--
Bra wasn't sure whether she'd been treated like a lady or whether she'd been treated like a child after the whole library affair. And for some reason, she was beginning to think the latter was true. Goten still thought of her as a little girl. That HAD to be it. She had to find a way to prove to him that she wasn't the little girl he remembered.
The two were silent on their flight to Bra's home. She looked over at Goten and saw that he too was in deep contemplation over something. She wondered what it could be.
When they entered Capsule Corp, there was bickering going on between the heads of the household.
"I hate it when you go into my lab just like you hate it when I go into your precious gravitron, you insensitive imbecile!!" Bulma shouted.
"I can go anywhere I please, woman! Who's going to stop me?" Vegeta bellowed back.
"Oh, believe me. You CAN be stopped. Especially if you break another one of my inventions!! It took months to get the calibrations set and you go in and throw a temper tantrum!" Bulma yelled.
"Hi," Goten said from the doorway. Both he and Bra had stopped there.
"Goten, Bra, hello," Bulma said in a sugary sweet tone. "We were just having a discussion. Come in."
Her mother had a way of switching moods quickly.
Her father, however, did not.
"And I told YOU never to come here again!!" Vegeta roared at Goten.
Goten raised his eyebrows. "That's no way to treat a guest."
Bra could only smile. A normal man would have tucked his tail between his legs and scurried out of the house. It was always impressive to see Goten stand up to her father.
Vegeta was obviously furious and was about to show Goten just how much he disliked his presence until Bulma stepped in. She put her hand on his arm. "Vegeta, could you just—?" Bulma began.
He looked at his wife, then rolled his eyes. He gave Goten one last malevolent look and left the room.
What power did her mother possess in order to have such an affect on the prince of all Saiyans?
"It's getting more and more dangerous for you to even come over," Bulma said to Goten with a bit of a laugh.
Goten gave Bulma a smile. "And yet, despite all the danger, here I am. How've you been Mrs. B?" He went over and plopped down on the sofa.
"I'd be fine if Vegetables-For-Brains hadn't completely destroyed my latest invention. All those months of hard work," Bulma sighed.
Bra decided to sneak to her room while they were talking. She really did feel bad for her mother. Why would her father go into the lab and start destroying things? It didn't make sense.
She packed her training outfit into her backpack instead of putting it on. She could change at Goten and Trunks' place. When she went back into the living room she saw her father standing there with a small machine in his hand.
Bulma looked astounded to see the piece of equipment.
"Maybe you'll learn not to leave the window open in your lab so cats don't get in and start tearing up the place," Vegeta said. He set the apparatus on the coffee table.
Tears came to Bulma's eyes. "I can't believe it. It's okay. But I didn't see it anywhere." She gave him a questioning look.
Vegeta decided to make a wordless exit, leaving everyone in the room in a state of confusion.
Goten stood. "Are you ready?" he asked Bra.
Bra nodded.
"Ready? Where are you going?" Bulma asked.
Bra would have to remember to come up with a lie BEFORE she got home so that Goten could help her out a little. "I was gonna go visit Trunks for a while. You know we rarely see each other."
"You just saw him this weekend," Bulma said. "Are you lying to me? I know you don't like your brother that much."
Bra should have known her mother wouldn't fall for that one.
"Come on. I was your age once. You think I don't know all the tricks?" Bulma continued. "You're going to meet a boy, aren't you?"
Bra blushed. "MOM!"
Goten scratched the back of his head.
"I knew it! Oh, my little girl is finally growing up," Bulma said. "Don't worry. I won't tell your dad. Is it the boy we met at the gala?"
"Mom, it's not what you think," Bra told her.
"You don't wanna tell me, huh? It's okay," Bulma said. "I'm just glad you're happy now. Bring him by sometime." With that, she picked up the device Vegeta brought to her and headed to her lab.
Both Bra and Goten stood there confused. They looked at each other.
- & - & - & -
--off to Trunks and Goten's apartment--
As the two of them flew toward Goten's place, Bra finally decided to speak. "My parents are a little weird, don't you think?"
"Could be weirder," Goten replied. "They could be like MY parents."
Bra didn't think Goten's parents were that strange. But your own parents were always stranger than anyone else's parents to you. She wouldn't argue the point.
"Why don't you want your mom to know that you train?" Goten asked.
"She never wanted me to be a fighter like the rest of the family. I guess she wanted to be a little closer to me since I'm her daughter. Or something weird like that. We all see how that worked out," Bra told him.
"But she must notice that you're into fighting," Goten said.
"Well, not really. When I'm at home, I usually just bury myself in my music or video games. And sometimes I build little gadgets or right basic programs," Bra explained.
"Wow. You still do that?" Goten asked. "I mean, I thought you stopped building things. You told me you wouldn't be doing it for very long. Of course, that was when you were—I don't know—eight?"
Bra smiled. "Yeah. Guess old habits never go away." She knew that for a fact. Her love for games never left. Her love for music never left. Her love for inventing never left. And her love for Goten never left.
--End The Situation Is So Strange; It's a TV Show--
--The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret is on to the next phase. Thank you for reading it. Please let me know what you think. Sorry it's taking a while to get these episodes out. I still don't have the equipment I was trying to get in order to make my work more swift and efficient. Thank you for your patience. Sorry this part was so short.
--I don't have much to say today. Guess I'm just not in a chatty mood.
--The Situation Is So Strange; It's a TV Show--
Bra wasn't sure whether she'd been treated like a lady or whether she'd been treated like a child after the whole library affair. And for some reason, she was beginning to think the latter was true. Goten still thought of her as a little girl. That HAD to be it. She had to find a way to prove to him that she wasn't the little girl he remembered.
The two were silent on their flight to Bra's home. She looked over at Goten and saw that he too was in deep contemplation over something. She wondered what it could be.
When they entered Capsule Corp, there was bickering going on between the heads of the household.
"I hate it when you go into my lab just like you hate it when I go into your precious gravitron, you insensitive imbecile!!" Bulma shouted.
"I can go anywhere I please, woman! Who's going to stop me?" Vegeta bellowed back.
"Oh, believe me. You CAN be stopped. Especially if you break another one of my inventions!! It took months to get the calibrations set and you go in and throw a temper tantrum!" Bulma yelled.
"Hi," Goten said from the doorway. Both he and Bra had stopped there.
"Goten, Bra, hello," Bulma said in a sugary sweet tone. "We were just having a discussion. Come in."
Her mother had a way of switching moods quickly.
Her father, however, did not.
"And I told YOU never to come here again!!" Vegeta roared at Goten.
Goten raised his eyebrows. "That's no way to treat a guest."
Bra could only smile. A normal man would have tucked his tail between his legs and scurried out of the house. It was always impressive to see Goten stand up to her father.
Vegeta was obviously furious and was about to show Goten just how much he disliked his presence until Bulma stepped in. She put her hand on his arm. "Vegeta, could you just—?" Bulma began.
He looked at his wife, then rolled his eyes. He gave Goten one last malevolent look and left the room.
What power did her mother possess in order to have such an affect on the prince of all Saiyans?
"It's getting more and more dangerous for you to even come over," Bulma said to Goten with a bit of a laugh.
Goten gave Bulma a smile. "And yet, despite all the danger, here I am. How've you been Mrs. B?" He went over and plopped down on the sofa.
"I'd be fine if Vegetables-For-Brains hadn't completely destroyed my latest invention. All those months of hard work," Bulma sighed.
Bra decided to sneak to her room while they were talking. She really did feel bad for her mother. Why would her father go into the lab and start destroying things? It didn't make sense.
She packed her training outfit into her backpack instead of putting it on. She could change at Goten and Trunks' place. When she went back into the living room she saw her father standing there with a small machine in his hand.
Bulma looked astounded to see the piece of equipment.
"Maybe you'll learn not to leave the window open in your lab so cats don't get in and start tearing up the place," Vegeta said. He set the apparatus on the coffee table.
Tears came to Bulma's eyes. "I can't believe it. It's okay. But I didn't see it anywhere." She gave him a questioning look.
Vegeta decided to make a wordless exit, leaving everyone in the room in a state of confusion.
Goten stood. "Are you ready?" he asked Bra.
Bra nodded.
"Ready? Where are you going?" Bulma asked.
Bra would have to remember to come up with a lie BEFORE she got home so that Goten could help her out a little. "I was gonna go visit Trunks for a while. You know we rarely see each other."
"You just saw him this weekend," Bulma said. "Are you lying to me? I know you don't like your brother that much."
Bra should have known her mother wouldn't fall for that one.
"Come on. I was your age once. You think I don't know all the tricks?" Bulma continued. "You're going to meet a boy, aren't you?"
Bra blushed. "MOM!"
Goten scratched the back of his head.
"I knew it! Oh, my little girl is finally growing up," Bulma said. "Don't worry. I won't tell your dad. Is it the boy we met at the gala?"
"Mom, it's not what you think," Bra told her.
"You don't wanna tell me, huh? It's okay," Bulma said. "I'm just glad you're happy now. Bring him by sometime." With that, she picked up the device Vegeta brought to her and headed to her lab.
Both Bra and Goten stood there confused. They looked at each other.
- & - & - & -
--off to Trunks and Goten's apartment--
As the two of them flew toward Goten's place, Bra finally decided to speak. "My parents are a little weird, don't you think?"
"Could be weirder," Goten replied. "They could be like MY parents."
Bra didn't think Goten's parents were that strange. But your own parents were always stranger than anyone else's parents to you. She wouldn't argue the point.
"Why don't you want your mom to know that you train?" Goten asked.
"She never wanted me to be a fighter like the rest of the family. I guess she wanted to be a little closer to me since I'm her daughter. Or something weird like that. We all see how that worked out," Bra told him.
"But she must notice that you're into fighting," Goten said.
"Well, not really. When I'm at home, I usually just bury myself in my music or video games. And sometimes I build little gadgets or right basic programs," Bra explained.
"Wow. You still do that?" Goten asked. "I mean, I thought you stopped building things. You told me you wouldn't be doing it for very long. Of course, that was when you were—I don't know—eight?"
Bra smiled. "Yeah. Guess old habits never go away." She knew that for a fact. Her love for games never left. Her love for music never left. Her love for inventing never left. And her love for Goten never left.
--End The Situation Is So Strange; It's a TV Show--
--The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret is on to the next phase. Thank you for reading it. Please let me know what you think. Sorry it's taking a while to get these episodes out. I still don't have the equipment I was trying to get in order to make my work more swift and efficient. Thank you for your patience. Sorry this part was so short.
--I don't have much to say today. Guess I'm just not in a chatty mood.