Author's Note: Thanks to Godzilla2, Garowyn, TorankusuGohan, and Thomas Drovin for reviewing! You always put a smile on my face! (grins to show you an example)

And now, a Bra chapter! Get ready for this one, as it'll show just how spoiled and insidious our favorite Saiyan princess can get! I guess she also has a soft side, as well; one that the majority of the Z-gang knows nothing of… (smiles wickedly)

Chapter 11: These Things Don't Come Easy, You Know

Bra quickly rose from her car, directing a serene expression towards the many awed onlookers. This was surprisingly like walking out of a limousine on the Red Carpet, except, in this case, it was a nightmare. Surrounding her were boys and young men, all waiting for her to say something, hence creating even more of an uncomfortable experience in the street.

She glanced around her, hoping the cops hadn't decided to investigate. It would be horrible if she finally arrived home in a police car... She shuddered, not enjoying the stifled gasps that rose from around her. It wasn't that astonishing to her, but to see someone come out of a mangled car without so much as a scratch riddled across her cheek would awe anybody. Her audience didn't know who exactly they were staring at. Not the fact about this girl being Bulma Briefs' (that extremely attractive genius who owned Capsule Corp) look-alike, but her Saiyan ancestry...

Bra gazed over to one of the calmer groups of men curiously, and at that moment, two approached her, both looking as confident and suave as they could possibly be. She rolled her eyes silently, waiting patiently for the first attack - ahem, corny pick-up line.

"Hey, baby." The first of the two men came up to her, placing a quick arm around her waist. Plastering a smooth smirk on his face, he didn't wait for her response. "You get a parking ticket lately? 'Cause you have 'fine' written all over you-"

She groaned and quickly pushed his arm away from her lower back; this was the fifth time someone had used that remark on her this week, and it was only Wednesday! Besides, it was entirely the wrong occasion to use it, especially after her car had just been totaled. Glaring ominously at the second man, who steadily neared her for his try, she finally spoke. "I don't have time for this... Get out of my way."

"Oh, come on..." the second man caught up to the two, grinning obnoxiously. "Let 'er go, man. I can be your Mr. Right, if you let me. Or at least," he stated, staring at her body hungrily (at this point, a disgusted grimace flashed on Bra's face), "your Mr. Right-Now."

"Come on, babe," the first man piped up, ignoring her annoyed expression. "Where are you going, anyway? Seeing as how your car, well..." He silently motioned to the smoldering mass beside her before erupting into a raucous roar of laughter.

"Dude, she doesn't need to drive," the second guy argued, but wisely kept his distance all the same. Growing a bit wary of the now-violent visage on her face, he still added, "I can take her anywhere and everywhere she wants to be…"

"As if." She sniffed disdainfully and turned around, allowing the other men to view the full extent of her beauty. With gorgeous, shoulder-length turquoise hair, the most amazing aquamarine eyes, and a figure worth dying for, it wasn't surprising that Bra was always considered 'Eye Candy' whenever she ventured out alone on the streets of West City. If anything, however, it was her overwhelming superiority that kept her many suitors at bay. After all, why would a girl as breathtaking and intelligent as she want to settle for the scumbags who thought it 'easy' to try and hook up with her?

She began to walk away, hopefully towards the closest designer store, where she could purchase new clothes as a replacement for the now-torn rags she presently wore. 'Stupid car crash-'

She suddenly let out a small shriek as the first guy kept his pursuit, this time grabbing her wrist rather painfully. "It'll be worth it if you come home with me, gorgeous."

Bra glared sourly at her arm, watching it slowly become unattractively blackish-blue. Moving her piercing stare upwards to meet the man's arrogant gaze, she proceeded to ask, "You think you're smooth, huh?" Without waiting for a direct reply, she swiftly moved her other hand atop of his, and without another word, began to apply pressure to his own wrist.

Enjoying the tormented squeals and whimpers that arose from her victim, she squeezed even more firmly.

"Stop it! Please... You're crushing my hand!"

Smirking wickedly (and with just a dab of reluctance), Bra finally let go of his wrist. "Don't you ever touch me again. And you thought you were slick..." Enjoying the looks of pure confusion and horror mixed in so perfectly on the crowd's faces, she wordlessly began to stride quickly away from the site of the car crash, her high heels clicking loudly against the pavement.

At that exact moment, she screamed, falling to the ground rather painfully. The remaining spectators gave a small, snide laugh before finally dissipating to perform their own duties.

Greatly embarrassed, Bra let out a small groan, massaging her right ankle. 'Stupid things,' she thought, glaring at her right boot, which no longer held a three-inch heel on it. 'Mom's rules... Never wear heels while you're walking. But who knew that my car would crash?'

She rose to her feet calmly, pulling down on her short, torn red skirt. Removing her mangled, red boot and holding it her in hand, she proceeded to hobble down the street, trying very hard to keep an optimistic smile on her face.

Meanwhile...

At present, Chi-Chi anxiously wrapped the phone coil around her finger, desperately anticipating Bulma's voice. A few more tears fell down her cheek, and she instinctively moved the back of her sleeve up to brush at her drenched face.

Finally, the long-awaited voice came. "Hello? Bulma Briefs speaking."

"Oh, Bulma!" The poor woman struggled not to cry again. "Please! I really need your help!"

This caught Bulma's immediate attention, and she took a seat by the kitchen table, greatly interested. Since when did Chi-Chi need her help? "What happened?"

"It's Goten... He's ill! And Goku's..." Chi-Chi struggled for the right words. There was no way that Bulma could know about what happened, at least not yet. She had to come up with a possible excuse by then... Oh, she was so ashamed! "Goku's ill, too."

"Oh, that's not good..." Bulma paused, watching as her oldest child abruptly appeared in the kitchen, heading swiftly towards the refrigerator. She waved silently as the lavender-haired young adult quickly removed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in less than a minute. "Wait a second. Saiyans get sick?"

"Apparently," Chi-Chi told her, silently grimacing. She sighed softly - she detested lies. "They both had an allergic reaction. So I need someone's help. Can you come over and help me look after them tomorrow? It's traumatizing enough having Goku as a k- I mean, sick... But Goten, too?"

Trunks raised an eyebrow at his mother, wondering what on Earth was going on. Oh, well. His mother would inform him sooner or later. He quickly left the room, presumably in the direction of the GR.

Bulma felt horrible inside as she, too, went to the fridge to pour herself a small drink. Poor Chi-Chi! "Sure, I'll do it." Never mind that she was horrible at caring for unhealthy people (she was usually too preoccupied with her business, and lacked the patience for tending to anyone)...

Suddenly, a kid's voice came from the background. "Chi-Chi! I don't mean to whine, but can you hurry it up with the phone? I'm starving!"

Bulma gasped. "Is that... Goten? Didn't you teach him any manners? How could you let him refer to you as your first name?" Before Chi-Chi could respond, she added (amusedly), "You mean to tell me that his voice hasn't deepened at all throughout the years?"

"Of course it has!" Chi-Chi explained furiously. She waved a small pan menacingly close to Goku's nose, and he bolted promptly. She sighed, discreetly rejoicing about Bulma's misunderstanding. "It's probably a side effect from the allergies..."

A small beeping noise suddenly came from the Briefs woman's receiver. "Hold on. Someone's on the other line." Bulma pressed a small button, and added, "Hello?"

"Mrs. Briefs? It's Bill..."

"Yes..." Bulma wondered what her financial advisor was calling about. Setting her glass of lemonade down on the counter, she awaited his explanation.

"I have some great news! The engineers from the Communications Department may have made a breakthrough in the cell phone capsules!"

Bulma let out a small shriek, nearly knocking her glass over as she clapped her hands together. For months on end, she had been trying to perfect those things... It puzzled her to no end. How could a small cell phone be so much harder than putting a car or an airplane in a capsule? "That sounds great!"

"There's just one little problem."

"What's that?" Bulma inquired, still excited. There was nothing that could ruin her parade at this moment.

"They'll need your expertise in finishing the project up. The meeting's tomorrow… It'll be an all day sort of thing."

"Oh." Bulma's voice was significantly flatter, and she swore she felt her heart thud heavily against her stomach. "Listen, Bill... Can I call you back? A friend is on the other line..."

"Sure. I hope this wasn't too sudden for you," he replied, and with a polite 'goodbye,' he hung up.

Bulma was currently at an internal conflict with herself. If she went to the meeting, she would disappoint Chi-Chi; but if she did Chi-Chi the favor, she'd miss the opportunity of a lifetime... 'Think, Bulma...' she commanded herself mentally. 'They don't call you a technological genius for nothing-' An idea suddenly came up, and she smiled knowingly. "Chi-Chi..."

"Hm?"

"I have a better proposition."

Back on the streets...

Bra had been walking for at least half an hour now (comfortably dressed in a new outfit; however, she hadn't been able to find a new pair of cute boots), avoiding the inquisitive stares of the many tourists of the city. She was sure they were all gazing at her in shock, wondering if it was normal to have the well-known daughter of Bulma Briefs walk down a street, unaccompanied, with only one boot on.

Suddenly, a boy standing near his dark green car caught her attention. He leaned against the frayed paint of the vehicle, attempting to look suave and sophisticated, but stopped every now and then to push his glasses further up the bridge of his heavily-freckled nose.

Eying the dork - er, kid curiously, she made her way to him.

"I know this is random, but can you please take me home?" she asked him calmly, her red boot in one hand and its broken heel in the other.

He physically jumped, and, trembling, wiped some sweat from his forehead. Out of all the guys around her, she had selected him to take her home? "O-Okay... But first, I need to go to the library to drop these off," he told her, indicating the intimidating pile of books in his car. "Is that okay…?"

Bra sighed, and opened the passenger's door, taking a seat in his car. "Whatever." The boy immediately got into the driver's seat beside her, nervously placing his keys into the ignition.

Taking her designer sunglasses out of her purse, the Saiyan Princess put them on (a welcomed sense of confidence accompanying her once more) as the boy proceeded to drive towards the library. "Oh, yeah. What's your name?"

"D-D-Donald."

"Donald. That's a cute name," Bra smiled, eyes closed. The car did an unexpected swerve at the adulation, but she hardly noticed. "I'm Bra." Duh. As if he didn't know that she was the daughter of Bulma Briefs. As if the striking resemblance wasn't enough. "Let's make this quick, okay? I have to get home as soon as possible. Dad'll kill me..."

…No, he wouldn't.

Within a few minutes, however, the uncanny pair finally reached the library. The boy excitedly rose from the car, books teetering and tottering dangerously in his hands. He turned to view his passenger, who seemed bored already. "You know, you could stay here if you want-"

"Hm." The Saiyan Princess was significantly silent for a few seconds, staring up at the formidable gray building curiously. She watched as several people entered the library, chatting eagerly about the classics; she gaped at the many books people came out with. Staring a bit enviously at the many people sitting on the big, wide steps in front of the library conversing, she spoke. "You know what? I want to go inside. I've never really been in a library before, especially one of this caliber-"

Another lie, or maybe she just forgot about Capsule Corp's enormous private library...

"Great!" Donald ran to the car's other side, staggering under the books' weight. Struggling to hold the books and open the door for Bra, he fell to the ground, books and all.

Bra laughed softly, holding out a hand to help him up. Gosh. 'Why do they always have to prove their strength to me?' She gathered up all the books for him, holding them within her arms. As they proceeded to march up the steps, she told him, "I'll carry them for you."

Gaping at her unusual strength, Donald opened one of the huge glass doors for her. Once inside, he received most of the thick books from her. "You're free to look around while I find some more books."

"You're going to find more?" Bra asked incredulously, still holding a fifteen-pound atlas in her hands. "Honestly, who finds enjoyment in books?"

He didn't hear her, and soon disappeared amid the crowd of fellow bookworms. So Bra was by herself (one boot on one foot and one sock on the other), left to stand there and stare at people, feeling very well out of place.

Well, she really didn't have to feel that way. Heading swiftly towards the nearest person (who stood in place, absorbed in a book), she questioned, "Do they have a magazine section here?" If worst came to worst, she could always check on the latest fashions.

The girl nodded, and staring down at Bra's right sock confusedly, pointed past three impressive shelves of books. "They're over there, near the romance section."

Bra nodded, and with a quick 'Thank you,' left for the magazines.

On her way, she stopped near the romance section. Lingering at the rows, she quickly scanned the titles. "Texan Fantasies? The Sheik and his Princess? Dancing Amongst the Stars with You?" she spat. "They sound so... cheesy."

However, she knew all of those tasteless romances almost always ended up with marriage, something she highly thought about. All of those fruitless fantasies about ending up with Prince Charming... Yeah, even Bra dreamed about it. The problem was… no one ever came. Numerous guys flirted with her, and sure, flirting was always fun (and using... that was always enjoyable), but Bra could never stay committed - she was easily bored. Besides, none of those cheapskates understood her, or even deserved her, for that matter. They were always looking at her body, not her brain.

Making sure no one was watching, she grabbed all three books, along with a fourth, which didn't sound as cheesy as the others. Gazing critically at the green-haired girl and the dark-haired guy on the cover, she commented blandly, "What a tacky hair color." The girl (supposedly the protagonist) had her back towards the guy and was glaring at him. The guy easily returned the scowl right back at her. "At least these two aren't all over each other on the cover already..." she added, staring critically at the other three. "Not like these." 'I hate being a hopeless romantic...'

Without another word, she left the section, and instead of heading to the magazine section (which she had planned), she turned to go back towards the check-out section. Maybe she could convince the check-out guy (who probably had his eyes glued on her when she had first entered the library) to let her purchase the books (as she was planning never to enter this strange building again)...

It worked, just as she had expected. Donald met her outside by his car. A fresh load of books in his hands, he opened the back door and placed them gently into the backseat. Getting into the car himself, he began the ignition, watching as Bra entered the car herself. "Oh, good. You found a few books."

"Yeah." Bra was silent for many a minute, opening each book and discarding them to the side after reading the first paragraph. Was it possible that Donnie, or whatever his name was, could turn back?

"Um... Here we are." Donald finally pulled over to the front of Capsule Corporation. He gave a backward glance towards her, hope gleaming in his eyes.

"Thanks." She opened the door, books and boot in hand, and was already halfway down the sidewalk. She suddenly stopped. 'Oh, what the hell.' Hobbling back, she bent her head inside the car and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "It was really nice of you to take me home. And thanks for letting me experience a library for the first time."

Blushing eminently, he shyly waved to her as he pulled away from the sidewalk.

Her mother met her as soon as she came in through the front door.

"Good, dear..." Bulma spoke up before the flustered girl had a chance to explain. She paid no mind to the sight of an exhausted Bra, still holding her worn boot in her hand. "I've been waiting for you."

Author's Note: Wow. Looks like Bra is going to hear a bit of news, isn't she? Wonder what. And also, is Goten going to be okay? (gasps) Well, review! It's good for you!

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