Ample Wishes…Chapter 2
--- Helloooooo…I've been gone a whole week. That's unsusal, for a fan fiction junkie such as I. lol…no really, I'm not a junkie. I just like them a lot. No, really. Anyway, I've really been gone because I have to study on my exams…sorry…it's that time of year and writing this story won't help me pass…okay, truthfully, I've been writing it on paper during study time--heh, heh, heh…sneaky, huh? Well, here you are! The next chapter. Hope you like it. As usual, please put your thoughts in. And I hope that you all got your review replies. You people are so nice! Well--on with the show!---
Chapter Two:
Bra dried the last dish carefully and gently set it in its holder.
" Thanks for helping," Gohan said.
" No, thank you for helping. You didn't have to," Bra replied.
" Heh…I like to help. It's what I do best." He dried his hands. " Well, I should be going. Thanks again for the food."
" If you say thanks one more time, I'll scream," Bra laughed.
"…" Gohan blushed and had a goofy smile. She couldn't help but gush over that face. " Well, bye now."
" Goodbye." Bra didn't want him to leave. But for what reason should he stay? " Come back soon," she opted for.
" I will." He left and Bra stood in the center of the kitchen, missing his presence already.
When the boys arrived home, ChiChi was up, sitting in the family area, eating her hearty plate of eggs, sausage, and toast.
" ChiChi?" Goku gaped.
" What?" She sounded annoyed. She was watching some sort of court show.
" You made breakfast?" he asked.
" For me, yes," she said, rolling her eyes. " I need to eat."
" I needed to, too!"
" Are you raising your voice at me?"
" Mom, Dad--stop it," Gohan said. " Mom's entitled to this. I mean, she's been making our breakfasts since forever. Let her catch a break."
"…" Goku left the room.
"…having a bad day?" Goten forced a nervous laugh.
"…" Gohan found nothing funny about this. Their parents had been arguing for weeks on end, and it seemed to get worse.
He went outside, and forgot that this wasn't the home back in the woods. He couldn't relax in the tranquil of the trees and just think in his solitude. Here, in West City, there were nothing but cars and noise, rumble and pollution…
Gohan, instead, sat on the porch. " Yeah, the rural section of the city," he muttered, scoffing at the scarceness of landscape.
"…hmm…it's just not working right," Bulma muttered. " What's the problem with this thing?"
"…" It was now afternoon, and Bra was dressed for her tennis lesson. She sat at the dining table, where her mother had her robot contraption laid out in pieces. Bra cocked her head in wonder. Robots were totally her mother and brother's thing--not hers.
" Why so quiet, dear?" Bulma asked, still tinkering with a strange part.
" Hmm?" Bra looked up.
" You've been in la-la land all day." Bulma pulled at a screw.
" I don't know. Guess it's just one of those days," she replied with a shrug.
" Hmm…" Bulma grunted in frustration and slammed down her screwdriver. " I know what I'll do--call the real expert. He'll fix this thing in a snap."
"..?" Bra wondered who her mother was dialing on the phone.
" Yeah…it's not working…thanks, Gohan…"
"…" Bra gasped out loud. Gohan? Coming? Again? And she was going to her tennis lessons? No! She wanted to see him again!
" Bye, now." Bulma hung up the phone. " Well, I think he can repair this better than I can."
"…Mom…can I help?" Bra asked.
" Hmm?"
" Help. To repair the robot."
" Oh." Bulma giggled. " No need for help, dear. He can handle it. Besides, your lessons are today."
" I could always go to my lessons. I need to be more familiarized with this area. If I should run my share of the company."
"…I could teach you," Bulma offered.
" No! I mean…I should see it from…different prospective." Bra nodded, satisfied that she used such a big word.
"…" One of Bulma's eyebrows stood up. "…I guess it wouldn't hurt you too much…"
"…" Bra smiled widely. She could barely wait to see her handsome "tutor."
"…" Bra jumped up when the doorbell rang. She raced to open the door. " Hi, Gohan!"
" Hi, again, Bra," he said with a smile. " Where's the mistress in trouble?"
"…" Bra led him to the dining room. " In here."
" Hello, Gohan," Bulma sighed. " Sorry to disturb you, but--"
" --I wasn't disturbed at all. I needed to get away." Gohan sat down and started to work at it. " No need to stay and watch. You can go on--I'll let you know when I'm done."
" Okay," Bulma replied. " But is it alright if Bra watches you? She wants to learn."
" Sure, I don't mind." He looked up at her and smiled. " Come on over--get a closer look."
"…okay." Bra opted for the chair beside him. Bulma left the room and the work began. Bra watched his strong hands work with those tools.
" You play tennis?" he asked after a moment.
" Yes. Lessons," Bra replied. He must've seen her short dress. She slightly reddened.
" I used to play, too," Gohan said. " If you'd like, I could play some practice matches with you. It's been awhile, but I'm sure I could get back into it."
" Great!" she exclaimed. " That's really nice of you…"
" No problem."
"…" Bra sighed to herself. He was so perfect.
"…" He looked up and noticed her staring. She didn't look away, but gave him a weak smile this time. He smiled back, but a slight shiver went through him. He wasn't sure why. He also knew that he kind of liked looking into those light blue, secretly playful eyes. He almost felt relaxed. " So when is our date, you think?"
" Date?" Bra almost swallowed her tongue.
" Yeah--our tennis date," he replied.
"…whenever you're ready." A date! She thought excitedly.
" Today would be great, if, you know, that's okay."
" Yes! I mean, sure. It's okay with me." She nodded in agreement.
" Good. Ah! Found the problem." With a little more nudge and pull at a certain compartment, the robot was back in working order. " All done. I'll get Bulma."
" Okay," Bra said, watching him as he left. Why'd he have to be so smart and figure it out so soon? No matter--he was going to take her out to their tennis match very soon. She'd spend even more time with him.
Goten was bored, so he decided to drop by the Briefs' home. To talk to Bra about that "date."
He knocked gleefully and Bra opened the door.
" What's up, Bra?"
Oh, no, she groaned inwardly. " Hello, Goten."
" Ready to hang out today?" he asked.
" Uh…"
" Bra!" Gohan's voice was coming from the inside. Bra turned around. " I found your mom. I told her what we're doing later. I'm going home and changing--I'll be back to pick you up."
" Okay," Bra smiled, letting him through.
" Oh, Goten! What's up, bro?"
" What are you two doing?" He sounded a little jealous.
" Just a little tennis match," Gohan replied.
" Oh." Goten thought. Why did she smile at him like that? " Can I come? I like tennis."
"…" Bra's face noticeably fell.
" Uh…well, if it's okay with Bra, I guess…" Gohan looked at her.
"…" She simply nodded. Did Goten just not take hints? " Sure." She said it almost bitterly. They didn't seem to notice at all.
" Be back in a few!" Goten grinned, following Gohan to their house.
Why are boys so stupid, sometimes?
Gohan was thinking along the way. He could have really sworn that she didn't want Goten to tag along. And in a sense of someway, neither did he.
Goten wasn't annoying or anything of that nature…he just found himself wanting to spend alone time with Bra…
--- End of Chapter Two! Yay! Wait--aw! What happens next? Well, you might not find out for another week…unless I get some really nice reviews. Then maybe I'll shove in some time. Sorry, readers…bye for now and wish me luck on my mid-terms!---