Chapter Six
Bra walked into her room and quietly shut her door. She rested her back against it and brought her head up. Tears could be seen rolling down her face as her hair slid down and around her neck. She felt simply awful for what she had said to MT. She was just really hurt. She was tired of continuously being rejected by Goten. She wanted to be with him in every way and he rejected her. All in the name of her father. Bra growled and hit the door with her fists. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't she just be with him? The frustration was almost too much for her to bear.
Bra pushed herself off of the door and flicked on her light. She peeled out of her shorts and shirt, tossing them onto the floor. She went to her closet and picked out a cute little Old Navy Tee and some cute drawstring shorts. For some reason, she never bothered to wear her namesake. She never seemed embarrassed to have her nipples visible through her shirt, though that didn't happen often. Bra checked herself in the mirror and walked out her room. As she got to the stairs, she noticed MT had just walked in and began talking with her mother. She tip toes down the stairs quietly as to not be heard.
"There is something wrong with your daughter," MT boomed, grabbing some milk out of the fridge and slamming it down on the counter. Bulma shook her head and handed him a glass out of the cabinet.
"What happened now," Bulma asked, folding her arms.
"She just has issues. I was minding my own business in the park, then she just started harassing me and telling me how insensitive men are. I mean, she really has some nerve," he said, pouring the milk and taking a swig. Bulma inched over to MT and placed her hand over his.
"Honey, you have to understand something. Bra is just a little stressed. She can't be with the man she loves and well...she takes it out on everybody," she said calmly.
A thud tore the conversation apart and attention was now on the pile of skin lying in the doorway to the kitchen. Bra quickly stood up and brushed herself off. She then turned to her mom and began yelling.
"That's none of his business, mother! How could you," she exclaimed, waiving her hands in the air.
"Well, maybe if you weren't so pushy, I wouldn't have gotten upset and she wouldn't have had to tell me. You know what, I shouldn't have even come here. I'm out," MT said, placing his milk down on the counter and walking out the side door.
"MT, don't go," Bulma yelled, but her cried fell of deaf ears as she saw him disappear into the darkness. She then turned to Bra, who stood there, with her arms folded. She didn't feel too good over what had just transpired. She stood there for a moment, then ran out after him.
It was quite dark outside and she could barely see where she was going. She could feel his energy, he wasn't too far away and he was stationary. That was one of the things Goten had taught her, to send the energy signature of a person. I was quite easy really. Most people can already do it and not even realize it. They can tell when someone they loved is coming...or going.
Bra ran into the park she was in earlier and stopped as she spotted his figure not too far ahead. He was sitting on the ground, much like he was a few moments go. This time, she walked up to him cautiously.
"MT...I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I...I shouldn't have acted the way I did."
She waited for him to respond, but she was met with nothing but silence. Bra walked in front of him and sat down. His head was lowered, tears rolling down his face. Bra didn't know what to do. She had never seen a Sayian male cry before. She brought her hand to his face and rubbed it gently.
"Ya here me. I said I'm sorry," she said softly. Trunks looked up and her and swatted her hand away. Bra leaned back, shocked at what he did. She grabbed her hand and sat back, still looking at him.
"I don't care if you are sorry. I never should have come here. I don't belong here...or anywhere. I was supposed to have landed at last 10 years in the past. Why I ended up here, I'll never know,' he said.
"Where you going to find 'her'," Bra asked with innocent curiosity. Trunks lifted his head and peered at her through his long, lavender strands. He sighed and nodded yes.
"I need her. I am nothing without her. I tried to make the best out of the situation...see if I could find her here. But...she's married with a kid. I have no one," MT replied, no longer crying. "I know how you feel Bra...not being able to be with the one you love. Maybe we could have talked about it, if you would have just given me a chance."
Bra's eyes widened at his words. He was right. She had damned him the moment she say him at her door. He tried to talk to her but she refused to listen. She attacked him with no cause or reason. Perhaps...perhaps he could have been an outlet, someone who truly understood. He was not like her brother, he was not like Trunks. He was his own person, he was different. He had suffered through great pain, but he was strong. He was also loving and caring...but he was still mortal. His feelings could be hurt and he did have his limits. Bra took MT's hand and stood up. He reluctantly followed suit, looking into her blue-green eyes.
"I'm truly sorry I treated you so bad, I should have given you a chance," she said, her eyes pleading. MT's heart nearly sank to his stomach. Dear Kami, for that split second, she looked so much like Dominican. Her green hair blew softly in the wind, her face her sad...her lips full and pouty. Was his mind playing tricks on him?
MT stepped back and shook his head. It was not her. But…she was a beautiful specimen to say the least. Every time he saw Bra, she was the picture of perfection. The shape of her body had to have been taken from the mold of a goddess. And her sense of style was impeccable. She had an exotic, but classic beauty. But…he should not be indulging such thoughts.
"It's not entirely your fault," he said, walking away from her. Bra stood there for a moment, then began to trot after him.
"You aren't going to leave are you," she asked, panting from trying to keep up with him. MT stopped and turned to her. Again, her eyes were full and sad. She reminded him so much of her, her could not deny it. Bra moved in closer and put her arms around MT. She honestly didn't want him to go.
"No, Bra," he said, pushing her away. "I'm not leaving...but stay out of my way."
This time, she did not give chase, she just let him walk off. Hopefully, she would be able to develop some sort of connection with him.
