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-In this Chapter-: Bra gets into one of her bouts of loneliness again while watching everyone train; Bulma has an announcement; Goten receives a small request, and he has another recurring dream.
-Chapter 18-: A Small Request
-Subtitle-: The End of Orange Star University
A few days later...
Bra gazed absentmindedly out of her Tuesday bedroom balcony, dressed in a plum-colored silky nightgown, suppressing her ki as perfectly as she possibly could without signaling that she was awake. A light hum was at the tip of her tongue as she stared into the blue skies seemingly without a care in the world. She figured this way she could spend the whole day within her spacious bedroom without her father giving her the third degree about why exactly had Goten spent time with her during those seven months, what had he been doing, blah, blah, blah. Of course, she didn't really mind it, as it showed that her father had been genuinely worried about her, but today, she just wanted to remain as idle as she could for the rest of her teenage life.
It had been easy so far, obviously. Skipping school on a regular basis was far too simple; her parents could care less about what she did during school hours. Vegeta had never been too keen on education in the first place, and Bulma simply felt that if Bra really was her daughter, all the schooling in the world was completely unnecessary and not beneficial for the rest of her life. Translation: It was a complete and utter waste of time. She had never ventured in a school since she was six years old (when she had her first dose of superiority – she'd greatly enjoyed pointing out to the kindergarten teacher, who had been bent on teaching the kids that one needed to classify plants based on how many leaves they had, that Linnaeus's organism classification system was more complex and truer than Aristotle's, the one the teacher had been unknowingly implementing on the kids in the first place) and hoped never to do so again. Geez, she probably didn't even know how Orange Star University looked like on the inside, not to mention how to get there in the first place.
But everything would be absolutely perfect if Trunks hadn't decided to pursue his own education like the good little boy he was. It had been this small reason that slowly but surely made Bulma begin to question Bra's decision not to attend school, and the Saiyan girl secretly resented her older brother for that.
At present, she sighed serenely as a light spring breeze softly caressed the bare skin of her arms, when some sort of commotion coming from three floors down caught her immediate attention. Closing her eyes, she tuned out the wind, the happily chirping birds, and everything else in general to further listen in on the conversation.
"What are all of you doing in my house?" Vegeta was asking someone (or rather, some people) calmly, with a slight hint of annoyance dripping in his voice. He glared ominously at a certain raven-haired woman who was currently in a rushed attempt to admit herself into the house. "I don't remember inviting any of you."
"Your house?" Bulma repeated, her usual three cell phones by her side. She glanced at her watch as she stood near her husband by the front door, seemingly annoyed. "I don't recall ever seeing your name on the mortgage bills."
"No one asked you, woman-"
Trunks sighed loudly in slight exasperation, placing a hand on his forehead as he joined his parents by the doorway. "Dad, just let 'em in. You don't have to punish all of them for what Goten did."
"Trunks, for the last time, I didn't do anything..."
Bra's eyes automatically popped open as she stood outside in her balcony. That last voice sounded awfully familiar. She headed towards her closed bedroom door and placed her ear softly on it, secure in the knowledge that she was now going completely insane, hearing Goten's voice even when he probably wasn't around.
A couple of very good points were made in the small argument by some of the visitors, but it didn't seem as if the Saiyan Prince was listening, or rather, was interested in listening. "Very well," he reluctantly gave in after a few minutes, just as Chi-Chi began to extract her infamous pan out from her pocketbook, "You people act like you don't have your own houses to live in." He opened the door slightly, and was almost run over by the rest of the Son woman's family.
Nothing more could be heard after that, besides a raging hulk of a father figure descending on an over-exuberant Goku and Pan for trampling over his feet, so Bra pressed a small gray button which was situated on the left side of her doorway repeatedly until an irritated feminine voice yelled back, "I'm coming, damn it!"
Bra waited patiently until the source of the voice, a blonde woman donned in a maid's outfit, finally showed herself. "You know, Tanith," she informed the woman, smirking all the while, "I do consider it rude for you to use that type of language in my presence."
The gorgeous but dingy woman bristled in her anger, knowing fully well that the teenage brat had simply called her forth to see just how well she could infuriate her. Clutching a small purple duster tightly within her hand, she screamed, "It's Miss Tanith to you! Don't you ever listen?" Trying to control the rest of her temper that hadn't already been unleashed on the half-Saiyan girl, she glanced down at an object in her other hand, a tiny snapshot of her only child, Amaryllis. The young girl was the only true reason why she had agreed to be Bulma's personal housekeeper instead of being fired that fateful night. "I can't believe that after all these years, you're still spoiled and annoying!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bra dismissed the topic just as easily as it had been raised. She didn't bother to stifle the loud yawn that suddenly came forth, ruffling Tanith's feathers even more so. "Who would listen to you, anyway? No one believes that that shade of blonde is your real hair color, for example, so why would you expect me to heed your directions and call you 'Miss Tanith?'" Realizing that Tanith had probably gotten lost by the second sentence, she added carelessly, "Who just came in?"
"Oh, the usual guests," the housekeeper answered immediately. As she continued, she tucked the treasured photo back in the pocket of her maid's dress gently and brought out a compact mirror in its stead. "You know, that obstreperous woman and her dunce of a husband... She brought along her two sons, her sister-in-law, and that indecisive brat from years ago, as well. Not that it matters, of course, but they'll probably want to use that training room that they always use when they come over. And now, if you excuse me, I'll be heading downstairs. Bulma wants me to help prepare some appetizers for the nuisances." After powdering her nose daintily, she turned on her heel and promptly exited the room. 'A waste of my time, this family is...'
'Decisions, decisions...' Bra thought to herself, now alone again. 'What to do to while away the rest of my uneventful day...' She happened to glance down at her bare feet in the midst of her contemplation and was shocked at the sweaty, clammy sight. Stupid hot weather... "Before I do anything, I've got to take a quick bath! I feel absolutely disgusting!" She reached into the closest drawers, picked a new set of clothes, and sped towards the nearest bathroom, swearing at herself for not selecting a closer spa appointment day the last time she and her mother had went.
Elsewhere, Bulma had gathered the unruly Sons into one huge living room, where she patiently awaited Tanith's presence. She glanced around the spacious room, taking in the presumably peaceful surroundings. As the scene stood, Goten, Trunks, and Goku were sitting on the couch, conversing amiably about how life had been in space; Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Videl were carrying out a casual conversation about random, pointless subjects; Pan was complaining (mostly to herself) of thirst; and Vegeta was leaning against a wall as he usually did, a bored expression sprawled across his facial features.
The woman of the house took a seat by Videl at last, legs crossed elegantly, but scowling slightly all the same. 'Why do I even bother trusting that incompetent Tanith? She absolutely never comes anywhere on time...'
Abovementioned housekeeper finally waltzed in the room grandly, wielding a tray full of turkey, bologna, and ham sandwiches, pears, coffee, milk, and a couple of cans of soda within her arms. She gently placed the tray on the glass coffee table before Bulma, and disappeared again. The Saiyan occupants of the room, in the very nature that made them Saiyans, pounced upon the snacks instantly, nearly knocking a poor Videl off the couch.
"Anyway," Bulma started, blanching just a bit as Pan began to wrestle Goten for the last orange soda, "I just spoke to my financial advisor, Bill, and there's something I would like to address to some of you."
"So you're the one who invited them?" Vegeta uttered, stuffing many a sandwich, chock full of the many processed meats, into his mouth. "Woman, I'm not even going to bother asking - Kakarot, get your filthy hands off of that sandwich!"
"Go on, Bulma," Gohan told her just before he placed the last bit of his bologna sandwich in his mouth, reassuring her that at least one person was eager to listen to what she needed to say. He chewed thoughtfully before speaking again (no doubt under Chi-Chi's influence, Bulma thought wryly. Too bad she couldn't get her own husband and son to get a clue and understand a simple thing called manners), "I'm sure whatever it is you have to say is very important."
"Thanks," she smiled warmly at the reassurance, but as of now, the majority of the company's attention had been diverted again, this time to watch how many cans of soda Pan could chug down in one sitting. "Come on, guys. Pan, put the grape soda down."
"You're no fun."
Goku raised an eyebrow questionably as Vegeta reached for the pitcher that contained the coffee. He took a very rude, long swig before commenting, "Woman, this hot drink is extremely and unnecessarily bitter. Perhaps you need to fire the maid this time for this example of ineptitude, instead of repeatedly giving her second chances-"
Videl groaned loudly from her place at the sofa. She cut Bulma a small, accusing glare, as if to blame her for her husband's actions. "Vegeta... I was just about to get a cup of coffee, too. That's disgusting."
Paying no mind to her seemingly vain babblings, the Saiyan Prince further annoyed his wife and the other two female humans (the former, who had already begun to smack herself in the head repeatedly) by reaching for the gallon of milk, and to Goku and Trunks' amusement, started to drink out of the bottle again. "That's much better."
"That husband of yours is so gross, Bulma! If I had the right mind, I'd show him a thing or two about decency-"
"It is my house. Kakarot, learn to keep your woman quiet at least half of the time-"
"Vegeta! Will you please let me continue, for Pete's sake? Will you all please let me continue?"
In Bra's bathroom...
Bra leaned back in the bathtub and sighed. It had been at least more than an hour so far, and even though it was extremely boring, it proved to be quite relaxing. She sank deeper into the strawberry-scented bath water, allowing the sweet-smelling bubbles to cover her from chin to toe. She'd been right - the Sons had come back again, just as they always seemed to do lately. And this meant less time for herself.
It also meant loneliness as well, ironically, that little voice in the back of her head seemed so eager to remind her. One could add ten thousand exuberant Pans, a billion clueless Gokus, a hundred over-protective Chi-Chis, and a couple thousand annoying Gotens, but her world would still remain as empty as it had been ever since she could remember. But, Bra had to admit sadly, misplacing some of the bubbles with her right pointer finger, that wasn't even the hardest part.
The hardest part was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she could never fit in.
"I'm pathetic sometimes," she sighed out loud, her voice reverberating off the tiled, pink walls. She sighed again. Once upon a time, she had thought herself to be the very epitome of perfection. After all, who could argue with her - she had all of the boys blindly in love with her, she was drop-dead beautiful, and she usually excelled in everything she tried. The boys adored her; the girls simply hated her for being so gorgeous and smart, and above all, entrancing most of the male population; and so, Bra Briefs wasn't ordinary - she was extraordinary. And most people seemed to stray away from that fact, rather than be pulled towards her.
And because of this sensational detail, she'd never felt more alone in her life.
Even though she was a straight A student back when she had went to school, and when the teacher finally and so rightfully declared her to be smarter than any elementary-school student she had ever known, Bra still felt empty. The little girls had all been so jealous of her, and she couldn't bear the fact that although she was the prettiest, the smartest, and the richest of the bunch, she had no friends. As she grew older, she reflected that she should have been happy that she was rich. She should've been happy that she was spoiled rotten by the strangest parents ever to live on Earth.
But she was miserable. And just as other girls tried to unsuccessfully mask those pimples that never seemed to plague her own perfect skin, she couldn't shield the fact that she was miserable, and that she would be that simple but abject adjective for the rest of her days on this planet if she didn't change a few things within her life. Although most of her agemates were in complete awe of her, none would admit it. And none would approach her, because they seemed to be so afraid. And, fueled by pure envy, the majority of the girls that were her age were downright malicious.
Not that she didn't return the same attitude right back at them, of course...
The fact remained that there was some almost-invisible barrier separating poor Bra from everyone else, and she wanted it cut down as soon as possible. It was always this actuality, above all, that painfully reminded her of Sleeping Beauty, and how, of course, a garden of thorns had separated the slumbering princess from the rest of the world.
But she sought to change all of that, she decided, suddenly grinning optimistically. And change, she definitely would. If she couldn't fit in with the humans of the planet, it only made logical sense that she fit in with the Saiyans. And at least someone from the abovementioned race downstairs had to have the decency to care about her enough to help her out. She stared down at her bare skin. She'd been soaking in the tub for close to two hours now, and if she were a normal human, she'd have become definitely more prune-like than she was now, she noticed, a smirk on her face. Just one of those slight advantages of having Saiyan blood. Mentally, she debated whether she should stay in the tub longer, but quickly figured that Tanith might wonder if she had drowned by now. Then again, maybe the cruel housekeeper would enjoy something like that...
She slowly stood up and, after a quick rinse under the shower, dried herself off and pulled on the clothes she had selected earlier, a simple red tank top and gray sweatpants - something presumably normal for a normal teenager, but very unheard of in her neck of the woods. 'But change is good,' she told herself, already beginning to imagine the many mixed reactions she would get when she finally went downstairs. Towel-drying her hair, she reached for the gold knob of the bathroom door and was about to unlock it when she heard a scream from downstairs.
Of course, sudden loud noises were prone to shock anybody, even if the shock was very short-lived. Bra's incredible reflexes (thanks to her Saiyan ancestry, no doubt) had allowed her land deftly on her feet, but the towel that she had been using to dry her hair had slid to cover her face. She pulled it off quickly, scowling darkly. 'What in the world? You'd think that Pan would know to keep her voice down in a house...' If she was ever going to get along with her fellow Saiyans, a couple of them were going to hear quite a bit about manners and respect from her, she decided as she slowly began the descent to the living room.
Ooh, this idea was simply perfect. Hopefully, he'd agree to it.
Back downstairs...
Bulma had finally gotten the attention of the majority of the guests (Vegeta had retreated back into his usual corner, glaring menacingly into the air as usual), and now, she stood up, staring deliberately at Goten, Trunks and Pan (the last of the three had screamed because she had just realized that the very last of the cherry sodas were finished, and was now left to reminisce morosely over the fruity splendors). "Listen, you three. What I have to say has some extremely important value to the rest of your educational lives as you know them." She turned around at someone's noisily crunching at a pear, and Chi-Chi sheepishly paused from her snack, nodding once for the Briefs woman to continue her monologue. "Well, I'm pretty sure you all know who Richie Baker is-"
"Ooh!" Sitting in a seat and being silent for too long was showing to be evidently too much of a task for a certain teenage Saiyan girl, especially a hyperactive one who was practically drunk from her sudden sugar rush. "I know his younger sister! Her name's Rula Baker, and she goes to our school, right, Goten-" She hiccupped loudly, and both her mother and grandmother scowled at her ominously.
"Pan, shush." Trunks actually seemed genuinely interested in what his mother had to say. He slightly shifted a bit on the couch as Goku inconspicuously reached for the last remaining pear.
"But he's so cute!" Pan didn't seem to have the dignity to restrain herself from crooning that last statement. Under other circumstances, she might have been inclined to slap herself to prevent any further acts of a typical crazy fangirl, but that last soda seemed to change all of that... 'Mmm… That fizzy drink sure was good...'
"Pan," Videl warned. Perhaps too much grape soda had proved to be a detriment to her daughter's sobriety, even though the innocent cans hadn't even contained an ounce of alcohol... "Go on, Bulma."
"Thank you. Well, anyway, you all know Richie Baker from WCTV, I'm sure. He's been going into deeper depth about the Orange Star University Case, and I've been researching along with him about how to help solve that problem. Of course, being the nice person that I am, I wanted to help our society's youth, and..."
One by one, the guests began to tune poor Bulma out. Pan conspicuously leaned over to whisper loudly in her father's ear, "She really thinks the whole world revolves around her, doesn't she-"
"And that's why," Bulma abruptly finished, a huge smile on her face, "after numerous court cases and contractor meetings, I've arranged for the razing of Orange Star University! I'm creating my own school - The Capsule Corp School of the Gifted! Of course, there aren't enough gifted children in this city, so the school's open to the general public, and it's open for kids ranging from three-year-olds to graduate students! And also, there'll be numerous facilities in the school, such as the fifteen cafeterias, ten gymnasiums, over two hundred laboratories... It's like a whole new world within a relatively huge complex - but for people who want to be educated!"
Chi-Chi seemed to be shocked. She placed her half-eaten pear on the coffee table, where it was immediately snatched up by her husband. "Is that the reason why you've been so distant these past months?"
Bulma couldn't answer her good friend - a couple of the other guests had a few comments about this announcement.
"Bulma!" Gohan was ecstatic. "That's great! When are you hiring teachers?"
"Wow," Goku agreed, evoking a sharp glance from Vegeta in response, "but that's Bulma for you. Our favorite genius. You're probably going to make the school three times as big as Orange Star, huh?"
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Kakarot," the Saiyan Prince drawled from his spot in the corner. "But I must admit, you do have a point. The woman has outdone herself again - at least we won't be bothered by pointless news reports now."
Bulma fought not to blush - this was one of those very rare public displays of affection that Vegeta very rarely sent towards her - and it was absolute perfect timing, too.
Pan couldn't believe her ears. "Wait, wait. Rewind and play again. What was that last part?" Before Bulma could retell the story, the Saiyan girl shrieked, "Yes! Yes! Do you know what this means, Goten? Do you know what this means? It means that Coral's finally out of the building! That no-good president is probably behind bars now for allowing so many kids to be in that school in the first place! Yes!"
"Graduate students?" Trunks managed to question weakly. "I have to be in the same school with three-year-olds? You never told me that before... Isn't this getting a bit out of proportion?" If anything, all of this was just proving how power-hungry his mother was slowly becoming. 'As if she doesn't own the entire city already…'
"Oh, stop whining, dear. I'll fill you in on the details later," whispered Bulma discreetly. She turned back to the rest of the group, a hopeful glance expressed in her countenance. "Anyway, the building of the school has already commenced, and you'll probably have noticed the clearing down of many streets around Central Avenue... Wait! Just where are you all going?"
"Well, aren't you done?" This snide comment was the last thing to be heard from Vegeta, as he trailed behind the group of Saiyans that had rose from their seats while Bulma had been talking and were instinctively heading towards the GR. "This didn't have anything to do with the majority of us, and that's why we're leaving."
Bulma couldn't stop herself from gaping in shock, and for a few seconds, resentment. 'The nerve of all of them!' After tireless months of researching, conducting experiments, gathering data from students and teachers of the now demolished Orange Star U, and reaching amazing conclusions, they were all going to disregard her like it was a joke? This whole thing had something to do with all of them (no matter how indirect it could be), and it been one huge scientific experiment to her. She sure hadn't taken it lightly. Apparently, neither did Gohan, Videl, and Chi-Chi, who still sat at their seats slightly puzzled; and Trunks, who shot his mother one last pitying glance before disappearing in the GR's general direction.
She delivered a very dark scowl towards the GR's direction before sitting next to Videl again. But before she could force out seemingly amiable social conversation, a very breathless Bra finally made her appearance.
She breathed heavily, leaning her hands on her knees while she paused momentarily to catch her breath. "Mom! Where're Pan and Trunks? And what about Dad?"
"Where else?" responded Bulma crossly. "I swear, those Saiyans and that stupid training room..." She picked up a strewn science magazine from the coffee table and began to peruse through it angrily.
Videl looked up thoughtfully at the Saiyan Princess's tank top and sweatpants. "That's an interesting selection of clothes, Bra."
"Um, thanks, but I've got to go right now! Fashion talk can come later!" She headed towards the desired room without another word, leaving the adults to question her very peculiar behavior.
In the GR...
Vegeta stared down at his training opponent, Pan, who seemed to come back to her senses at long last. The poor young girl was extremely anxious, and her attempts to hide this were futile. Sympathizing with her somewhat, Vegeta checked one last time to be sure of what he was doing. "So, Kakarot, you want me to spar with this brat for a change? What a waste of time..."
"It'd do Pan some good to train with someone other than Goten and I," Goku offered shortly. "I only hope she's not intimidated..." He turned back to Trunks. Training with different partners was a good idea, right? "Come on! Hit me with all you've got!"
The Saiyan Prince let out a small sigh, deciding that he would go easy on the frightened girl, while simultaneously making this a short fight. There was simply no need to draw it out.
Pan hesitantly fell into a fighting stance, though it was quickly becoming evident that it was going to do her little to no good. She simply blinked up at Vegeta while the latter waited for her to make a first move. But after a moment of observing her slowly-dulling countenance, Vegeta began to realize that either she didn't have the bravery to do so, or the fact that drinking too many beverages had given her an extremely bad bellyache...
The Saiyan girl fought to gain concentration as she clutched her stomach lightly. Why wasn't Vegeta making a move? And just why were there suddenly two of the pernicious Prince? 'Major headache...'
With his little patience quickly dwindling, Vegeta decided to go ahead and make the first move, which turned out to be the last. He lightly punched at Pan's stomach, which was more than enough to make her almost reel over and almost throw up on the clean, tiled floors.
"Pan! Vegeta!" Both of the other two Saiyans paused from their training match to join the aforesaid sparring pair. Goku helped the dazed girl to her feet and to the side, where Goten was observing the situation in a bewildered manner, as Trunks glared aggravatedly at his father.
"What? It's her fault," the Prince explained carelessly, just as Bra suddenly burst into the room. She smiled weakly at her father, who simply nodded and flash-appeared before his usual training rival to start a real match. 'Putting me up against his weakling Saiyan spawn, I'll show him...'
The Saiyan Princess swiftly headed towards Goten and Pan (the latter was sitting with her face in her lap, looking forlorn and oblivious to her immediate surroundings), taking a seat beside her acquaintance of the last few months.
He didn't even glance at her general direction at first. Mildly surprised, she started in a voice laced with softness, "Hey..."
"...What now?" He angrily turned to view a sullen-faced Bra, and his irritated countenance immediately dissipated. What was wrong with her? Something was definitely up, he decided, and raised his guard slightly. She didn't notice his rigidity and lowered her morose gaze to the tiled floors.
"I was just wondering..." She finally lifted her face up after a prolonged moment of silence. 'How to put it... I don't want him to think that I'm begging... Heaven knows I can get by without him.' "Everyone trains so much... And I never have to time to hang out with anyone these days... And I was wondering..."
"What, are you asking me to hang out with you?" he asked her suspiciously. He'd always known that Bra was a known loner, but she must've been really miserable to actually ask him that...
"No!" she defended herself. "I have way better taste than that, trust me. I just wanted to know... if you could please teach me how to fight?"
Goten was silent for a second. What? First, she always insulted him, and now, this? She was actually stooping down so low (as she always referred to it earlier) to request something from him? "...Um, what brought this on?"
She smiled softly, her eyes dancing quite literally in joy as she turned to watch Trunks, her father, and Goku fight in an 'everyone-for-himself' manner. "I want to learn how to defend myself from other perverts like the guy at the mall. So I want you to teach me, but keep it secret." She noticed Goten opening his mouth slightly, and continued before he could protest. "The reason why I picked you rather than Goku, Pan, my dad or my brother is pretty simple, even for someone like you to understand. I wouldn't be able to tolerate your father's cluelessness for very long, and no offense, but Pan can get annoying after awhile, no matter how well her intentions. Trunks would never understand my reason for suddenly wanting to learn how to spar, and my dad would probably be way too hard on me. So I picked you - and I'm expecting you to do it. You have no choice in the matter." Goten was definitely opening his mouth to protest to that last statement, so she quickly added, "But trust me, I won't fail you. I promise I won't complain or have an attitude."
No attitude? Goten was all too quick to oblige and help a fellow half-Saiyan out on a simple favor. "Sounds good to me, I guess. But be forewarned - training is not like shopping or partying. You might be pushed beyond your limits."
She rolled her eyes subtly, but didn't suppress her smile. It was people like him that made her irritated, but somehow, she'd have to get used to him. "I know, I know. But somehow, I think I'm up for it. It's about time I try something new, after all..."
-Ending Note-: So, how's the chapter? It seems like so many things are different now - geez, it seems as if even Tanith has changed a little! Hmm… We're not hitting a consensus here, as far as I've noticed. Some people think Bra may be falling for Goten (as she smiled softly to herself when he left her house in the last chapter); while others are thinking the exact opposite - that perhaps our favorite Son is developing feelings for Bra (because of his little description of her, again in the last chapter). So, I want to have a little poll. How many people think that I should make Bra fall for Goten first, or how many think it should be Goten falling for Bra?
-Ladii-Chocolate-