AN: OMG...What is wrong with me, here i am working on chapter 4, and i forgot I haven't even put up ch 2! beats head on wall
Bra's Luck
Chapter 2: Their next meet
Bra held back a giggle, as she sat down at the table.
"So...I take it that it went well?" Bulma smiled, placing a plate of piping-hot pancakes infront of her.
"Oh yeah, you could say that..."
"And who is he?"
"Oh...that's a secret!" Bra laughed, having already prepared answers for every conceivable question.
"When will we be seeing him, then?"
"Mom!" Bra sighed," I don't move that fast!"
"Okaay...I just hope you aren't trying to hide the fact that you found a middle-aged bum, or something like that."
Quickly, Bra stuffed her mouth full of food, trying to hide her astonishment.
Mother's could sense things like that too well...
Bulma apparently caught her shocked glance, but misinterpreted it.
"Ah, I'm kidding, sweety...I know you wouldn't do that."
Bra swallowed her food, and tried to play along. "It wasn't funny..."
"Sorry." Bulma shrugged,"I'm going on a business trip, I'll be back in a week..."
"What!" Bra exclaimed,"When?"
"This afternoon." Her mother answered," Don't worry, your father's staying..."
"Like always!" They both finished, laughing.
Yamcha sighed as he leaned back in his chair, last night was certainly the highlight of his month...if not his year!
He smiled slightly, even though it was completely insane to hope, or even consider seeing her again...that one night was enough.
Only now...he wished he had a girlfriend again...the house had been too lonely since Pu'ar's death.
So, now he didn't know whether to love or hate that 'blind date' line.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and he picked it up without thinking.
"Hello?"
A heavenly voice answered himan eerily familiar one.
"So, Bra...tell me now, who was it?" Pan smiled, laying on her stomach on the bed.
"Nope, nuh-uh."
"Oh? But why?"
"Because I don't want my Dad to know." She said, smirking.
"What!" Pan laughed," I'm not gonna scream, I promise."
"Oh, come on, Pan. You know what I mean." Bra countered," I know you come here to moon over my brother and dad, though I'm not sure if Trunks knows, I know my dad does."
Pan gasped, and blushed crimson," Yeah right! I'm visiting you!"
"Yeah, you plan to go stare at whoever is home, right?"
"Bra!"
"Come on, my dad is iso/i not above manipulating you if he thinks you know something!"
Pan glared fiercely at her," I see...you obviously are PMSing or somehing, so I'll leave you in peace."
"Haha, whatever..."Bra giggled, as Pan hurried out of the room, flustered.
"So, you have any idea what Bra's on?" Goten asked casually.
"Huh?" Trunks replied, looking up from his food.
"Pan was all flustered about her...so I was wondering if Bra was acting weird."
"Ah, so that's why you asked me out to lunch."
"Well..uh...no!" He replied, face turning red.
"Well...I wan't going to say...but..." Trunks sighed," She's got a mystery boyfriend."
"What?" Goten gasped.
"Yeah, some dating service." Trunks nodded," Look, I'm sorry, man."
"I can't believe it."
"Well...to be blunt, I told you she wasn't going to wait forever."
"Yeah, yeah..whatever." Goten sighed, rearranging his food with his fork absently," So...what's his name?"
Trunks frowned slightly," Actually, I don't know."
Bra held her breath, as the phone rang on the other end.
A part of her knew she shouldn't be doing this...one blind date would have been innocent enough, and they could pretend it never happened...the problem was...she didn't want to forget.
"Hello?"
"Yamcha..."
There was a small pause, before,"...Yeah? How can I help you?"
"You...uh...said you wanted to go out again sometime?" She said nervously.
"I did?...oh...yeah..."
"So, uh...I was gonna hang out doing nothing anyway since my mom is on a business trip, so I was wondering if you want to go to a restaurant? My treat."
She thought she heard a small sigh from the other side," Sure, why not?"
"Okay! I'll wait for you in a half-an-hour!"
Yamcha slammed his open palm into the wall in frustration.
What was he going to do? One bloody 'blind date' Bulma might forgive, and...who knows? Vegeta might even let him pass with a few month hospital stay.
But two? And this time it was nowhere near 'blind'.
"Well, it is just dinner...I've watched her since she was a baby, this is no different." He assured himself, getting into his car.
"Yeah...no different...except this time I'm gonna die."
He sighed as he pulled in front of Capsule Corp, there she was...waiting with a smile on her face.
She was wearing a much more reasonable outfit, her skirt actually covering something this time.
She had inherited all of her mother's beauty and more...just like that temper.
"You're late!" She complained, as she got in.
"Traffic was HFIL."
"Right. So, I was thinking maybe Tony's?"
"Oh? That's awfully cheap for someone like you."
"Yeah. But I dont have my credit card on me."
Vegeta glared at the retreating car.
There was something going on here, and he hated being left out of anything...perhaps what he hated was knowing exactly what was going on...
"You don't really suspect Yamcha!" Pan laughed," No way Bra would look twice at him."
He glanced back at her.
She was pretty, granted, but he knew much of her beauty was artificial...Pan was built for the battlefield, not the bed.
She very much exceeded at what she did.
He almost pitied her that Trunks had chosen that pathetic human over her...had she not been a Son...he might have felt some form of sympathy for her.
Might.
He laughed as she glared at her empty plate, " Daughter of Bulma Briefs or not, you're still part Saiyan!"
"Oh, shutup!" She pouted," I'm full...I just wanted better quality."
"Then why is your stomach still growling?"
She opened her mouth to protest, when her stomach drowned her out.
Blushing, she said," Do you have any Zeni? I ran out of cash."
"Are you sure you're not related to Goku?" He laughed, " Sure...why not?"
She smiled at him again, as they pulled in, and kissed him on the cheek.
"See you."
He sighed, as he watched her run into the house...he wished there wouldn't be a 'seeya'...everytime he 'saw' her, would be another, more painful, death.
Of course, he knew he would still see her again. Whether he liked it or not.
To his guilt, he liked it.
AN: WHoopee! I did it!
Yusagi Sombermoon