The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
--Business--
So they weren't TECHNICALLY boyfriend and girlfriend. So what? The simple fact that they had expressed their feelings to one another meant much more than saying that you'd be someone's girlfriend or boyfriend. And that exchange of mutual feelings gave them a foundation to tread upon now. That was the most important thing. And if they'd have to keep this secret until Bra came of age, then so be it.
After getting dressed for school, Bra looked at herself in the full- length mirror in her room. She usually kept her style of dress simple. Today she wore a black baby doll shirt, khaki capris and black strappy sandals. That was all fine and dandy. It was her hair she hated. She just pushed it behind her ears. Normally she wouldn't even look in the mirror twice as she got ready for school, but for some reason, today was different. She'd even put on a dab of lipstick.
She was early for school this morning. So early, in fact, that none of the teachers had even arrived yet. Seeing how she was the daughter of the president of Capsule Corp., no one would reprimand her for sitting in the hallway in front of the lockers. No other student in his right mind would even WANT to sit in the hall anyway. She enjoyed the silence. She like the fact that she wouldn't be bothered by anyone—at least until class began. This time alone would give her a chance to meditate.
Bra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would clear her mind. Things had been so hectic lately with her school life and her love life. A good moment of meditation would definitely help ease some of the tension she felt. She focused on nothing but her breaths. She could feel her lungs slowly filling with some much needed oxygen. She concentrated on the amount of air that she gradually exhaled. It had always been hard for her to meditate. Her mind was usually on other things. But now she would discipline herself and she would put everything she had into clearing her mind completely save one thing: her breathing.
After only a few moments, Bra could hear a group of people approaching. Three of them. She opened her eyes, and then smirked at the sight. The captain of the football team and two of his lackeys approached her. She couldn't remember this clown's name. She didn't care to learn it either. She remembered hearing something about football camp during the first week of school. So. They were back already....
"If it ain't Little Miss Capsule Corp.," the captain said. He was a tall guy, standing about 6'4", with blond straggly hair. He also had a reputation as a womanizer.
His two compadres were much smarter than he was.
"Hey, Kori, man. I don't think you wanna get started with her," the taller black-haired one said.
The slightly shorter jock with long brown hair only nodded.
Bra stood from her seat on the floor and folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me that you guys really believe those stories. How could a pretty little thing like this lift a car?" the captain asked his buddies.
Yep. The legend of her first year of high school still lived on. She'd wanted to give her classmates and everyone else at school a lasting impression. She was told that if she did something memorable during her first year, that image would last for the rest of her high school career. So she picked up one of the teachers cars. Few people witnessed it. Maybe 6 or 7. But the word got around. She didn't care whether people believed it or not. As long as people feared her. And for the most part, they did. It was in everyone's best interest not to mess with her. And this guy just wasn't getting it.
"Come on, Kori. Let's just go," the tallest of them said.
The one they called Kori grinned. "You guys'll believe anything."
The big dumb jerk was about to make the mistake of trying to put his hand on her. She'd have no problem taking this guy out. And her intention was to injure him severely for 1) interrupting her meditation, 2) attempting to touch her, and 3) underestimating her. The latter was definitely the biggest offense. To underestimate the daughter of not only Vegeta, but of Bulma was an insult beyond insults. Needless to say, she had become angry.
The instant that Bra had decided to act against the football playing moron, she saw a hand clamp down on Kori's wrist. She looked up to see that her 'rescuer' was none other than Goten. With little effort, he applied pressure to the captain's wrist, causing him to back away. Goten didn't let go.
Bra hadn't noticed his arrival. As a matter of fact, some other students had begun to enter the building and some of them started gathering around.
"Were you about to put your hands on her?" Goten asked rather sternly. He gave the jock an angry look.
Now surely Goten knew that she could defend herself just fine in a situation like this. Why would he even bother with such a trivial matter? Bra raised her eyebrows.
Before Kori could answer the question, Goten released his hand and stood close to him. It was funny. Goten was moderately tall, but the jock stood about a half a foot taller than he.
"Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have you expelled," Goten informed.
There was some muttering going on in the steadily growing flock of spectators.
"Hey, Kori, if you get expelled, you won't be able to play football this year," the captain's tall friend said.
The shorter one nodded vigorously.
"I know that," Kori whispered. "I won't be made a fool of in my own school." He gave Goten what most people would call a threatening look. "You've just made a very dangerous enemy!" he said to Goten. Then he and his two cronies retreated, shoving past the onlookers.
Goten shook his head. "Are you okay?" he asked Bra after the jock jerks left.
Bra was speechless. There was really no reason for him to have defended her then, but he did. And it was for such a small offense. She began to wonder what would happen if something really bad were to happen to her.
Just when she was about to speak, Pan appeared. "Hey, what's the big deal? All these people are crowded around like there's a fight or something."
"It's nothing," Goten said to Pan. Then he addressed the group of observers. "Okay, everyone. Nothing to see here. It's almost time for class to begin."
The crowd disbursed, whispering and muttering amongst each other.
Pan and Bra stood by the lockers and watched everyone leave.
"That means you and you. Get to class," Goten said playfully.
Bra smiled and went to her first class, leaving Goten and Pan in the hall alone. That probably wasn't the best thing to do. Oh, well. What could possibly happen? Goten wouldn't tell her anything....
She took her history book out and stared out of her usual window. She smiled to herself. Today truly would prove to be an interesting day.
She thought for a moment, and then frowned. Pan and Goten had been out in the hall for an awfully long time.
Knowing Pan, she was trying to find some cleaver way to interrogate Goten. That girl had a way with words.
Sure, Goten was smart enough, when he needed to be, but there were certain things he simply could not grasp.
And Pan had a way of making people say the things they did not want to say.
--End Business--
--I know. I know. It's been 10,000 years since I last updated. But I honestly have had a lot of things going on lately. I'm so so so so so so soooooooooo sorry. Please forgive me. Please! PLEASE!!!!!!
--Anyway, I got the idea for this chapter from one of my faithful reviewers. I just changed some things around a bit. As you can tell I didn't change much. Thanks for the suggestion.
--So, tell me what you guys think. If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't like it, let me know that too. And if you didn't like it, please let me know why. It's the only way I can improve.
--I'm gonna try to update as soon as I can. I know it's aggravating to have to wait, but I'm gonna try my best. Thanks for reading this episode and thank you for all the past reviews.
--Business--
So they weren't TECHNICALLY boyfriend and girlfriend. So what? The simple fact that they had expressed their feelings to one another meant much more than saying that you'd be someone's girlfriend or boyfriend. And that exchange of mutual feelings gave them a foundation to tread upon now. That was the most important thing. And if they'd have to keep this secret until Bra came of age, then so be it.
After getting dressed for school, Bra looked at herself in the full- length mirror in her room. She usually kept her style of dress simple. Today she wore a black baby doll shirt, khaki capris and black strappy sandals. That was all fine and dandy. It was her hair she hated. She just pushed it behind her ears. Normally she wouldn't even look in the mirror twice as she got ready for school, but for some reason, today was different. She'd even put on a dab of lipstick.
She was early for school this morning. So early, in fact, that none of the teachers had even arrived yet. Seeing how she was the daughter of the president of Capsule Corp., no one would reprimand her for sitting in the hallway in front of the lockers. No other student in his right mind would even WANT to sit in the hall anyway. She enjoyed the silence. She like the fact that she wouldn't be bothered by anyone—at least until class began. This time alone would give her a chance to meditate.
Bra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She would clear her mind. Things had been so hectic lately with her school life and her love life. A good moment of meditation would definitely help ease some of the tension she felt. She focused on nothing but her breaths. She could feel her lungs slowly filling with some much needed oxygen. She concentrated on the amount of air that she gradually exhaled. It had always been hard for her to meditate. Her mind was usually on other things. But now she would discipline herself and she would put everything she had into clearing her mind completely save one thing: her breathing.
After only a few moments, Bra could hear a group of people approaching. Three of them. She opened her eyes, and then smirked at the sight. The captain of the football team and two of his lackeys approached her. She couldn't remember this clown's name. She didn't care to learn it either. She remembered hearing something about football camp during the first week of school. So. They were back already....
"If it ain't Little Miss Capsule Corp.," the captain said. He was a tall guy, standing about 6'4", with blond straggly hair. He also had a reputation as a womanizer.
His two compadres were much smarter than he was.
"Hey, Kori, man. I don't think you wanna get started with her," the taller black-haired one said.
The slightly shorter jock with long brown hair only nodded.
Bra stood from her seat on the floor and folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me that you guys really believe those stories. How could a pretty little thing like this lift a car?" the captain asked his buddies.
Yep. The legend of her first year of high school still lived on. She'd wanted to give her classmates and everyone else at school a lasting impression. She was told that if she did something memorable during her first year, that image would last for the rest of her high school career. So she picked up one of the teachers cars. Few people witnessed it. Maybe 6 or 7. But the word got around. She didn't care whether people believed it or not. As long as people feared her. And for the most part, they did. It was in everyone's best interest not to mess with her. And this guy just wasn't getting it.
"Come on, Kori. Let's just go," the tallest of them said.
The one they called Kori grinned. "You guys'll believe anything."
The big dumb jerk was about to make the mistake of trying to put his hand on her. She'd have no problem taking this guy out. And her intention was to injure him severely for 1) interrupting her meditation, 2) attempting to touch her, and 3) underestimating her. The latter was definitely the biggest offense. To underestimate the daughter of not only Vegeta, but of Bulma was an insult beyond insults. Needless to say, she had become angry.
The instant that Bra had decided to act against the football playing moron, she saw a hand clamp down on Kori's wrist. She looked up to see that her 'rescuer' was none other than Goten. With little effort, he applied pressure to the captain's wrist, causing him to back away. Goten didn't let go.
Bra hadn't noticed his arrival. As a matter of fact, some other students had begun to enter the building and some of them started gathering around.
"Were you about to put your hands on her?" Goten asked rather sternly. He gave the jock an angry look.
Now surely Goten knew that she could defend herself just fine in a situation like this. Why would he even bother with such a trivial matter? Bra raised her eyebrows.
Before Kori could answer the question, Goten released his hand and stood close to him. It was funny. Goten was moderately tall, but the jock stood about a half a foot taller than he.
"Keep your hands to yourself or I'll have you expelled," Goten informed.
There was some muttering going on in the steadily growing flock of spectators.
"Hey, Kori, if you get expelled, you won't be able to play football this year," the captain's tall friend said.
The shorter one nodded vigorously.
"I know that," Kori whispered. "I won't be made a fool of in my own school." He gave Goten what most people would call a threatening look. "You've just made a very dangerous enemy!" he said to Goten. Then he and his two cronies retreated, shoving past the onlookers.
Goten shook his head. "Are you okay?" he asked Bra after the jock jerks left.
Bra was speechless. There was really no reason for him to have defended her then, but he did. And it was for such a small offense. She began to wonder what would happen if something really bad were to happen to her.
Just when she was about to speak, Pan appeared. "Hey, what's the big deal? All these people are crowded around like there's a fight or something."
"It's nothing," Goten said to Pan. Then he addressed the group of observers. "Okay, everyone. Nothing to see here. It's almost time for class to begin."
The crowd disbursed, whispering and muttering amongst each other.
Pan and Bra stood by the lockers and watched everyone leave.
"That means you and you. Get to class," Goten said playfully.
Bra smiled and went to her first class, leaving Goten and Pan in the hall alone. That probably wasn't the best thing to do. Oh, well. What could possibly happen? Goten wouldn't tell her anything....
She took her history book out and stared out of her usual window. She smiled to herself. Today truly would prove to be an interesting day.
She thought for a moment, and then frowned. Pan and Goten had been out in the hall for an awfully long time.
Knowing Pan, she was trying to find some cleaver way to interrogate Goten. That girl had a way with words.
Sure, Goten was smart enough, when he needed to be, but there were certain things he simply could not grasp.
And Pan had a way of making people say the things they did not want to say.
--End Business--
--I know. I know. It's been 10,000 years since I last updated. But I honestly have had a lot of things going on lately. I'm so so so so so so soooooooooo sorry. Please forgive me. Please! PLEASE!!!!!!
--Anyway, I got the idea for this chapter from one of my faithful reviewers. I just changed some things around a bit. As you can tell I didn't change much. Thanks for the suggestion.
--So, tell me what you guys think. If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't like it, let me know that too. And if you didn't like it, please let me know why. It's the only way I can improve.
--I'm gonna try to update as soon as I can. I know it's aggravating to have to wait, but I'm gonna try my best. Thanks for reading this episode and thank you for all the past reviews.