Thanks Hejah and nOy! I can't write this fic without your support!
And about the whole asking about what Goten and Bra can do - I'm serious.
Without ideas the chapter after this will be:
'They stared at each other. After a long moment, Bra shifted nervously.
"If we're not going to do anything," Goten finally broke the silence. "I'm outta here." And the blue-haired girl could only watch wordlessly as he melted into the crowd, never to be seen again.
The End'
Okay? So give me ideas!!! I only need a few, I had to think of one all by myself - see what you made me do! *grins, so people know she's joking and not a raving lunatic*
Disclaimer: that property in the Sahara is still for sale. . .
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Chapter 7: Date with an angel
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"So he's Pan's uncle?" The question sounded unsure and Bra blew her bangs off her face with a long-suffering sigh.
"Yes Tenshi. He kinda lost it when Goku left and so Trunks wanted me to check up on him." She turned and surveyed her long-time boyfriend.
She never knew quite how she was so fortunate as to meet him. Standing at 5'10", he didn't make her feel so small like Goten or her brother did. His hair was pure black, short and scruffy. He had spiked it last year at Halloween when he pretended to be Vegeta - Bra was still amazed that he had survived that night once Vegeta saw him. Tenshi had had to put in black contacts because his eyes were a bright green, but with the contacts, spikes, and a blue spandex suit he had actually looked frighteningly similar. Fortunately, in Bra's mind, the poor boy just couldn't scowl or smirk like the Saiyan Prince - he had too much of an angel face. Bra shook her head. Maybe she should've never told him about Saiyans. However after her father had threatened to blast him to King Enma for bringing her home late one night with ki-ball in hand, she had felt the need to explain that her father was not a raving lunatic. No - he was merely an alien ex-mass murderer who had originally come to Chikyuu to destroy it.
She had expected that to be the last time she ever saw him . . . until he showed up on her doorstep a week later with roses and a lifetime membership to the nearest gym. Of course Vegeta had refused to let normal humans train his daughter's potential mate. He wasn't going to let his daughter go out with a boy who couldn't even defend himself adequately. That's how Tenshi had met the rest of the Z-senshi. Vegeta had 'persuaded' them to get Tenshi into fighting shape. In reality, they had been glad to do it. They were getting old and were all too happy to show off their hard- gained ki skills and stories to someone who knew nothing. In fact Tenshi was probably the biggest reason for the upcoming Z-senshi reunion. (I already let the cat out of the bag, so whatever) They had been under such extreme situations with each other and they had forgotten how nice it was to be able to talk with someone who really understood who they were - the saviors of a world who would never be recognized by it.
Bra ran an appreciative gaze over Tenshi. Under the Z-senshi's tutelage, he had definitely filled out nicely from the thin gawky fifteen- year-old shop boy he had been when they first met. Oh that had been embarrassing - they had met when she was shopping. He had rung up her purchases so self-conscious that he hadn't even looked up from the ground. The next time she had come in however, he had been bolder until there finally came a time he asked her out. She had to admit though that she hadn't been too impressed until he had faced her father and still came back for another date. The fact that he worked had definitely worked more towards winning her mother's favor. Perhaps Bulma hoped his industriousness would impart itself unto her daughter. If so, she was still waiting. Bra closed her eyes. She was not going to think about jobs right now!
"Bra, you okay?" She was with her boyfriend right now; her adorable, caring, sweet boyfriend. She smiled up at him when he bent over to the seat she was in, a concerned look fixed on his face.
"I'm fine," she replied. "And don't worry about Goten. He's a creep, but-"
"you can handle him," he finished for her. "I totally believe you can Bra, I've seen how determined you can be; just don't take any risks okay? I don't want to have to worry about an angry Saiyan getting on my girlfriend's case." She laughed at his wince.
"I won't."
Oh yes, what an angel.
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"So have you decided on a job?" Bra groaned and dug deeper into her pint of ice cream. "Bra . . ." Tenshi gave a sigh. "You know your mother - if you don't get a job soon, she's going to be majorly pissed." The blue- eyed girl rolled her eyes and glared balefully at the black-haired boy reclining on the other side of the couch.
"I know, I know. Look, it's just not that easy to find a job." Now it was Tenshi's turn to roll his eyes.
"You mean, to find a job you like. B, I hate to say this but you might have to take a job you don't like. I mean, you don't want to get one in Capsule Corps and you keep finding faults in every opportunity that I'm shown you." His green eyes tried to catch hers, but she avoided his gaze. "A dream job is not going to pop out of thin air, especially if you don't have one in mind."
"And who says I don't?" she snapped, tossing her hair.
"Do you?" She pursed her lips together. "B, you have to-"
"Grow up?" she finished, suddenly in a fury. She tossed the empty container away and got to her feet. Tenshi scrambled up behind her.
"No Bra," he said, trying to avoid the storm he knew was brewing. "Get a job," his voice softened as her shoulders slumped. He pulled her into a hug. "You're just not used to the necessity of getting one," he whispered into her hair.
Bra closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about it! Sometimes she just wished they would all leave her alone and let her take care of herself. She could do that! But she said nothing.
It was the stiffening of Tenshi's arms that first alerted her to something wrong. She brought up her head only to see him staring straight ahead. "What's- Dad!" she yelped, suddenly self-consciously jumping out of her boyfriend's arms. Vegeta was glaring, arms crossed, with his eyes narrowed on Tenshi. Nevertheless, his eyes quickly swept over his daughter, checking her bodily for any signs of distress. Bra blushed. "I'm fine Dad, this whole job situation is just getting me a little stressed," she hastily explained. Vegeta grunted, but Bulma's arrival cut off anything he planned on saying.
"Bra! Oh and Tenshi! What are you two doing here?" she beamed, looking at the two as she tried to smooth her wind-swept hair. Noting her father's tank top and ripped jeans attire, Bra came to the conclusion that he must have taken her mother out on his motorcycle. She felt the strangest tinge of jealousy. Her father would never let her ride on it - it wouldn't do for her precious princess to be on something so dangerous.
"We were just watching a movie, Mrs. V-B," Tenshi spoke up respectfully. To show his respect for Vegeta while avoiding saying Vegeta- Briefs all the time, Tenshi had shortened the last name to V-B. Bulma thought it was adorable.
Bulma's eyes flicked to the empty ice cream container on the floor. "Just make sure to pick up your trash." She was half-way through the door when she realized her husband wasn't following. Her smile tightened and she retraced her steps. "Well we won't disturb you," she said nicely, her tone brooking no argument. She grabbed one of his arms and began to drag him out the door, still smiling. The idea of dragging one of the most powerful beings was ludicrous, except for the fact it was his wife that was doing the dragging. Rather unwillingly Vegeta let himself be led away, though his eyes stayed on Tenshi's with an 'if you hurt her in any way, I'll kill you painfully' expression. Tenshi shivered.
"I swear, he still scares after all this time," he muttered once the ex-mass murderer was gone, letting out a deep breath and sinking back on the coach. Bra wasn't listening. 'Oh and pick up your trash.' What was she five? And her father! Making her feel guilty for hugging her boyfriend! She could take care of herself! When would they treat her like an adult?!
"I need to get that job," she thought aloud, determined.
"Hmm?" Green eyes flicked to the girl who was still glaring at the doorway angrily. "What'd you say B?" For some reason, the cute nickname set her teeth on edge. But she merely took a deep breath and turned around, a not-quite smile on her face.
"Nothing." Tenshi raised an eyebrow, but decided to let her have her space. After all, he didn't want to push too hard. He looked back at the TV screen and groaned. "Aww, the movie's over!"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah and it was such a great movie too." Tenshi looked at her suspiciously.
"Are you mocking the great action movie?" he said slowly. Her face turned innocent.
"Who, me?" she asked incredulously. He nodded.
"Well in that case-" With lightning fast reflexes he grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, smacking her right in the face. She stood stunned for a second. Mischievously, he grabbed another one.
"Oh no you don't!"
And the room exploded into a mess of pillows and laughter.
Bulma grinned from the next room. Man, those two reminded her so much of her and Yamcha. Only Tenshi and Bra were obviously meant for each other.
Obviously.
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Okay, basically this was a filler chapter and hey! It's early! *waits for cheers and then pouts when there's silence* I don't know, I didn't really know what to put in this chapter. I was thinking about putting in Pan, but I don't want her and Bra to talk yet about Goten. Never fear, she'll be coming soon though. For all you wondering about Tenshi, he really is a sweet guy. Too bad I invented him purely for a plot device.
Hmmm, I'm sensing some tension inside of Bra and with her family!
Oh and about Vegeta on a motorcycle, I read somewhere that he did that in DBGT and that seemed so cool! I don't think I'm going to have him with a moustache though. It seemed kinda creepy.
Next chapter I have more ideas for - the return of Goten. It'll be longer and should be up by next Tuesday at the latest.
Toodles!
Nitte iz
'They stared at each other. After a long moment, Bra shifted nervously.
"If we're not going to do anything," Goten finally broke the silence. "I'm outta here." And the blue-haired girl could only watch wordlessly as he melted into the crowd, never to be seen again.
The End'
Okay? So give me ideas!!! I only need a few, I had to think of one all by myself - see what you made me do! *grins, so people know she's joking and not a raving lunatic*
Disclaimer: that property in the Sahara is still for sale. . .
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Chapter 7: Date with an angel
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"So he's Pan's uncle?" The question sounded unsure and Bra blew her bangs off her face with a long-suffering sigh.
"Yes Tenshi. He kinda lost it when Goku left and so Trunks wanted me to check up on him." She turned and surveyed her long-time boyfriend.
She never knew quite how she was so fortunate as to meet him. Standing at 5'10", he didn't make her feel so small like Goten or her brother did. His hair was pure black, short and scruffy. He had spiked it last year at Halloween when he pretended to be Vegeta - Bra was still amazed that he had survived that night once Vegeta saw him. Tenshi had had to put in black contacts because his eyes were a bright green, but with the contacts, spikes, and a blue spandex suit he had actually looked frighteningly similar. Fortunately, in Bra's mind, the poor boy just couldn't scowl or smirk like the Saiyan Prince - he had too much of an angel face. Bra shook her head. Maybe she should've never told him about Saiyans. However after her father had threatened to blast him to King Enma for bringing her home late one night with ki-ball in hand, she had felt the need to explain that her father was not a raving lunatic. No - he was merely an alien ex-mass murderer who had originally come to Chikyuu to destroy it.
She had expected that to be the last time she ever saw him . . . until he showed up on her doorstep a week later with roses and a lifetime membership to the nearest gym. Of course Vegeta had refused to let normal humans train his daughter's potential mate. He wasn't going to let his daughter go out with a boy who couldn't even defend himself adequately. That's how Tenshi had met the rest of the Z-senshi. Vegeta had 'persuaded' them to get Tenshi into fighting shape. In reality, they had been glad to do it. They were getting old and were all too happy to show off their hard- gained ki skills and stories to someone who knew nothing. In fact Tenshi was probably the biggest reason for the upcoming Z-senshi reunion. (I already let the cat out of the bag, so whatever) They had been under such extreme situations with each other and they had forgotten how nice it was to be able to talk with someone who really understood who they were - the saviors of a world who would never be recognized by it.
Bra ran an appreciative gaze over Tenshi. Under the Z-senshi's tutelage, he had definitely filled out nicely from the thin gawky fifteen- year-old shop boy he had been when they first met. Oh that had been embarrassing - they had met when she was shopping. He had rung up her purchases so self-conscious that he hadn't even looked up from the ground. The next time she had come in however, he had been bolder until there finally came a time he asked her out. She had to admit though that she hadn't been too impressed until he had faced her father and still came back for another date. The fact that he worked had definitely worked more towards winning her mother's favor. Perhaps Bulma hoped his industriousness would impart itself unto her daughter. If so, she was still waiting. Bra closed her eyes. She was not going to think about jobs right now!
"Bra, you okay?" She was with her boyfriend right now; her adorable, caring, sweet boyfriend. She smiled up at him when he bent over to the seat she was in, a concerned look fixed on his face.
"I'm fine," she replied. "And don't worry about Goten. He's a creep, but-"
"you can handle him," he finished for her. "I totally believe you can Bra, I've seen how determined you can be; just don't take any risks okay? I don't want to have to worry about an angry Saiyan getting on my girlfriend's case." She laughed at his wince.
"I won't."
Oh yes, what an angel.
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"So have you decided on a job?" Bra groaned and dug deeper into her pint of ice cream. "Bra . . ." Tenshi gave a sigh. "You know your mother - if you don't get a job soon, she's going to be majorly pissed." The blue- eyed girl rolled her eyes and glared balefully at the black-haired boy reclining on the other side of the couch.
"I know, I know. Look, it's just not that easy to find a job." Now it was Tenshi's turn to roll his eyes.
"You mean, to find a job you like. B, I hate to say this but you might have to take a job you don't like. I mean, you don't want to get one in Capsule Corps and you keep finding faults in every opportunity that I'm shown you." His green eyes tried to catch hers, but she avoided his gaze. "A dream job is not going to pop out of thin air, especially if you don't have one in mind."
"And who says I don't?" she snapped, tossing her hair.
"Do you?" She pursed her lips together. "B, you have to-"
"Grow up?" she finished, suddenly in a fury. She tossed the empty container away and got to her feet. Tenshi scrambled up behind her.
"No Bra," he said, trying to avoid the storm he knew was brewing. "Get a job," his voice softened as her shoulders slumped. He pulled her into a hug. "You're just not used to the necessity of getting one," he whispered into her hair.
Bra closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about it! Sometimes she just wished they would all leave her alone and let her take care of herself. She could do that! But she said nothing.
It was the stiffening of Tenshi's arms that first alerted her to something wrong. She brought up her head only to see him staring straight ahead. "What's- Dad!" she yelped, suddenly self-consciously jumping out of her boyfriend's arms. Vegeta was glaring, arms crossed, with his eyes narrowed on Tenshi. Nevertheless, his eyes quickly swept over his daughter, checking her bodily for any signs of distress. Bra blushed. "I'm fine Dad, this whole job situation is just getting me a little stressed," she hastily explained. Vegeta grunted, but Bulma's arrival cut off anything he planned on saying.
"Bra! Oh and Tenshi! What are you two doing here?" she beamed, looking at the two as she tried to smooth her wind-swept hair. Noting her father's tank top and ripped jeans attire, Bra came to the conclusion that he must have taken her mother out on his motorcycle. She felt the strangest tinge of jealousy. Her father would never let her ride on it - it wouldn't do for her precious princess to be on something so dangerous.
"We were just watching a movie, Mrs. V-B," Tenshi spoke up respectfully. To show his respect for Vegeta while avoiding saying Vegeta- Briefs all the time, Tenshi had shortened the last name to V-B. Bulma thought it was adorable.
Bulma's eyes flicked to the empty ice cream container on the floor. "Just make sure to pick up your trash." She was half-way through the door when she realized her husband wasn't following. Her smile tightened and she retraced her steps. "Well we won't disturb you," she said nicely, her tone brooking no argument. She grabbed one of his arms and began to drag him out the door, still smiling. The idea of dragging one of the most powerful beings was ludicrous, except for the fact it was his wife that was doing the dragging. Rather unwillingly Vegeta let himself be led away, though his eyes stayed on Tenshi's with an 'if you hurt her in any way, I'll kill you painfully' expression. Tenshi shivered.
"I swear, he still scares after all this time," he muttered once the ex-mass murderer was gone, letting out a deep breath and sinking back on the coach. Bra wasn't listening. 'Oh and pick up your trash.' What was she five? And her father! Making her feel guilty for hugging her boyfriend! She could take care of herself! When would they treat her like an adult?!
"I need to get that job," she thought aloud, determined.
"Hmm?" Green eyes flicked to the girl who was still glaring at the doorway angrily. "What'd you say B?" For some reason, the cute nickname set her teeth on edge. But she merely took a deep breath and turned around, a not-quite smile on her face.
"Nothing." Tenshi raised an eyebrow, but decided to let her have her space. After all, he didn't want to push too hard. He looked back at the TV screen and groaned. "Aww, the movie's over!"
Bra rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah and it was such a great movie too." Tenshi looked at her suspiciously.
"Are you mocking the great action movie?" he said slowly. Her face turned innocent.
"Who, me?" she asked incredulously. He nodded.
"Well in that case-" With lightning fast reflexes he grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, smacking her right in the face. She stood stunned for a second. Mischievously, he grabbed another one.
"Oh no you don't!"
And the room exploded into a mess of pillows and laughter.
Bulma grinned from the next room. Man, those two reminded her so much of her and Yamcha. Only Tenshi and Bra were obviously meant for each other.
Obviously.
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Okay, basically this was a filler chapter and hey! It's early! *waits for cheers and then pouts when there's silence* I don't know, I didn't really know what to put in this chapter. I was thinking about putting in Pan, but I don't want her and Bra to talk yet about Goten. Never fear, she'll be coming soon though. For all you wondering about Tenshi, he really is a sweet guy. Too bad I invented him purely for a plot device.
Hmmm, I'm sensing some tension inside of Bra and with her family!
Oh and about Vegeta on a motorcycle, I read somewhere that he did that in DBGT and that seemed so cool! I don't think I'm going to have him with a moustache though. It seemed kinda creepy.
Next chapter I have more ideas for - the return of Goten. It'll be longer and should be up by next Tuesday at the latest.
Toodles!
Nitte iz