Author's Note: Of course I don't own DBZ but I do own Scatter, Ion, Camino, Leeta and Okara. This story, like all my other DBZ stories, do fit into the timeline. So, please read, enjoy and please review. Thanks.

Dragonball GT: Combination

Bra peered out her window; gazing upon the thing she desired the most. There he was, sparring with her brother, not thinking of her as she was of him. Her heart belonged to one man, and that was the only man out of reach to her. Some may believe it conceited that Bra thought she could get any guy, but her beauty and personality definitely had the same level of amazement as Goku's Super Saiyan capabilities. But none of that had any effect on the simple, innocent mind of the man she loved. Scatter barely knew she existed, and he only knew that she was Trunks' little sister. Nothing more than that.

Bra brought her hand up to the window, gently caressing it with her fingertips as if it was Scatter's face, yet the cold glass reminded her how un- Scatter it felt. Her head dropped as a single tear escaped her oceanic eyes, dropping off her chin and onto her baby blue carpeting.

Sucking in a large amount of air, she forced herself to calm down. She hadn't full out cried in three years, and now at eighteen years old, her resistance to the saline droplets was growing weaker.

Her gaze returned to the sparring boys out in the front. How she longed to be in his arms, to have her hold her lovingly. Bra smiled at her imagination, at the same time condemning it for giving her false hopes. She watched his moves as he glided through the air, punching and kicking her brother. She smiled again.

Suddenly, the embarrassment of getting caught flooded Bra's brain as Scatter and her brother stopped sparring, turning their gaze towards her window. She was busted.

With a flash, she snapped her curtains shut, almost as if she was admitting she was guilty of her watchful eye. She plopped down on her bed, grabbing the nearest stuffed animal. She hugged it tightly, imagining it was Scatter in her arms.

Bra thought, I have it bad. Bringing the stuffed bear face to face with her, she looked at it questioningly.

"You don't even understand," Bra stated to the stuffed animal. "I just wish once that he wouldn't see me as the nagging little girl he thinks I am. I just wish once he'd say I'm beautiful, that I would be perfect for him. Do you think I'll ever get that wish, Mr. Bear?"

Silence from the lifeless cotton. Bra frowned.

Maybe one day Dende will listen to my wishes.

Scatter and Trunks stopped sparring, both feeling the pair of blue eyes staring at them. Well, one of them. Both turned to the window to which the feeling was coming from, catching Bra watching the two, and a sad look in her eyes.

"Man," Trunks started as Bra snapped her curtains closed. "Why does she look at you like that all the time?" Scatter shrugged.

"I dunno, man," Scatter replied, "She's your little sister." Trunks smirked.

"I think she's got a crush on you, buddy," Trunks said, teased. Scatter glared.

"Don't be absurd," Scatter said, "She's nothing but a little sister. She's annoying, bratty, and follows us everywhere." Trunks nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of following us everywhere," Trunks started, "Are you coming with me to Nick's tonight for the gala?" Scatter chuckled. Nick Mathias was the current CEO of Capsule Corp China, as much as his name doesn't sound Chinese. He's a quarter of it, though, don't be alarmed. He needed to meet with Trunks to discuss the current financial situation of Capsule Corp, so they decided to have a party instead.

"Only if good old mama Chi-Chi will let me out of the house," Scatter said, "I'm 23 years old and she still commands my every move like I'm her own child." Trunks burst out laughing.

"I can't believe you're still controlled by your mother," Trunks sneered, "When are you gonna grow a pair of balls and move out?" Scatter, once again, glared at his best friend.

"'Whenever I get married'" Scatter said, mimicking his Chi Chi's voice, "Or so she says. I'm sure once I get a steady girlfriend, she'll let me off the leash." Trunks laughed.

"Okay, Mr. Mommy's Boy," Trunks joked, "I need to take a shower. And if you're gonna try to get a woman tonight to cut that collar around your neck; I suggest you take one, too." Scatter sneered at Trunks.

"What do you think I am, five?" Scatter retorted, starting his walk into the house. Trunks started his walk with him, ruffling his hair.

"Yes, I do," Trunks replied. Scatter growled as the two stepped into the house.

Bra walked into the kitchen, seeing her brother and Scatter chowing down on numerous grilled cheese sandwiches. She frowned as Trunks looked up at her, smirking.

"Hey Bra," Trunks said, "Why were you looking at Scatter out your window?" Bra narrowed her eyes at her brother.

"I wasn't," She denied, "I was watching you guys spar." Trunks chuckled.

"Uh huh, suuure," He replied, "Since when did you take an interest in fighting?" Bra looked down at her feet and blushed.

"You're an asshole," Bra said, simply, before walking to the fridge to retrieve a snack. Trunks laughed.

"Thanks for the complement!" He said, sarcastically.

Why is he so mean to me? Bra wondered, What did I ever do to him? Scatter just looked at Bra, his gaze making her blush more. Trunks and Scatter soon returned to their conversation, discussing the night's coming events.

"You know Scatter," Trunks said, gaining the interest of his friend, "You have to wear a tux to this tonight. You have one, don't you?" Scatter's eyes went big.

"Umm, no…" Scatter replied, uneasy. Bra perked an ear up.

"Well, I guess you're going to have to borrow one of mine." He replied. Bra turned around.

"Are you coming to the gala tonight, Scatter?" Bra asked, as innocently as possible. Scatter just nodded, not even looking at her.

"Why? Are you?" He asked, still facing Trunks. Bra narrowed her eyes.

"Well, yeah," She replied, "I am Vice President. Why wouldn't I?" Trunks decided to take over the conversation.

"Well," Trunks started, "I didn't think they'd let little girls at this party." Bra scowled.

"Trunks," Bra started, "I'm 18, plenty old enough to take care of things on my own, and hardly a little girl. I don't need to hear your petty comments." Trunks just smiled, knowing he got the best of her.

"Well, what if I were to tell you that this is a male-only event?" He asked his sister. Bra was about to let her anger loose when her mother walked by.

"Don't be a moron, Trunks," Bulma said, "Stop being so mean. She's allowed to go, and at that, she's going with you two." Trunks turned to his mother to protest.

"But mom!" Trunks said, acting much like a little kid himself. Bulma stopped herself and put her hands on her hips.

"No buts, Trunks!" Bulma said, "She's a much better worker than you are, so maybe it's you who shouldn't be going. Plus, what I say goes. Or am I going to have to get your father to have a sparring match with you?" Trunks paled, and Scatter poked him.

"Who's the mama's boy now?" He asked, laughing. Bra chimed in.

"And the little kid?" She shot, walking out of the room.