A/N: There is a lot of Gohan in this chapter, but as the story progresses, especially starting the next chapter, I'll be leaning more towards our main character.
Chapter 01 – Dragon Balls, Lesbians & Monkeys?
SQEEK!
SQEEEK!
The heels of her feet planted on top of the desk, which was scattered with scientific scribbles and sticky notes, the half Saiyan rocked back and forth on her chair, her white lab coat draping past her thighs. With her head rested back, the short blue-green ponytail hanging loosely over her chair, Bra's aqua orbs glazed over while staring at the white ceiling with little interest.
SQEEK!
SQEEEEKK!
Not that a ceiling of any kind would be a sight to behold.
SQEEK!
SQEEK!
SQEEEK!
Well, maybe if it was colored or yah know, some kind of art work…
SQEEK!
SQEEEK!
Oh! What if-
"Grrahhh! For the love of Kami, go! Just go!"
"Okaythankyoumom!" Bra hollered with glee, hurriedly wiggling and rolling her lab coat off her shoulders. Practically flinging it at the chair where it fluttered over it, she pushed the window open, her eyes brightening as she took in the refreshing outside air. Turning towards her mom, she gave her a two finger salute with a smile curved on her face before she dived over the window.
Bulma blinked as she glanced at the open window, bearing witness to her daughter's fading form; she sighed tiredly. She then groaned in frustration when she saw that in Bra's haste to abandon her work, she had carelessly blown all the papers the both of them had been working on for hours when she had flown out the window.
Hunkering down, she started the straining task of picking up all the scattered paperwork. She winced when her back and keens popped. The unusual angle in which she turned in order to pick up a particular paper that had slid across the bottom of her desk had proven to be a lot more difficult than it should. She might still appear very young, but unfortunately, her joins tend to protest against her every now and then; it also didn't help that her line of work required her to constantly bend, stretch, and crouch.
After piling all the papers together and straightening them out, she picked them up as she stood, placing them on her table. Spreading them all out, she sighed upon seeing how unorganized they were now. Throwing her hands up in defeat, she pushed off her desk, drew the window closed before heading out of her office with an annoyed thrust of her double doors. She marched down the hall, ignoring all the odd looks she was receiving from her employees; she'd normally yell at them to get back to work or she'd fire them, but she just wasn't in the mood to say anything. Heading towards the lounge, which was located on the third floor, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen before flopping down on a soft comfy couch. What she really wanted was a bath, but that would mean that she had to leave the building and head on home. She was too tired to do that and it was at times such as these that she'd question herself as to why she hasn't installed a freaking bathroom in this WHOLE building! Not a restroom, she obviously had those, like a real bathroom with a shower and everything.
Falling back on the couch she found that she couldn't find sleep in this super soft couch. So instead of pulling a typical Bulma-like move and scream in rage, she let her mind wander off in hopes to find sleep.
She smiled when she recalled everything that has happened in these past four years. Bojack had been the last big bad that the gang had to deal with and since then, everything's been peaceful. Her daughter had finally gone to college to get a degree in engineering and thankfully, finished with flying colors. Bra was sharp, incredibly book smart just like herself, however, there were times that she'd get bored and begin lollygagging, just as she did moments ago. Despite her insistence that she enjoyed working with her, Bulma wasn't entirely convinced. Sure she believed her, but she'd be stupid to not figure out that just because she liked working with her, doesn't mean that she actually liked the field of study; After all, Bra had only gone to college because she had pushed her into doing it.
Thinking back on it now, she couldn't help but feel guilty. But should she really? She had asked her what she wanted to do with her life in which she responded with a mere 'I dunno lol' through a text message. Being a fighting brute like her father just wasn't an option in her opinion, not with someone who has so much intelligence, enough to help change the world just as she is; and Bra had proven that with all they had accomplished thus far.
They had decided to get a giant ten story building made and name it Capsule Enterprise. In there, they had dozens of employees creating new inventions and products that would then be manufactured, packaged and shipped to millions of shops across the world; people originally had to either travel to this state to buy capsules or buy them online. Exclusive ones, such as the unbreakable Bulranium, for people who were clumsy and repeated crushed their capsules, had at one point only been sold in person, since people needed to get a background check (Bra & Bulma were the only ones that would conduct the check) before they could purchase them. When Bulma had learned that some gang had forged bullets out of her precious capsules, she had been devastated. This type of metal was able to penetrate through any kind of metal on this planet…so yeah bulletproof vest were useless against them. Sure she could have made the bulletproof vest out of the metal, but then they would run into the same issue.
She should have seen this coming.
Then Bra came with an idea. She suggested that they should make the metal weak enough to be unable to pierce through other types of metal when weaponized, but durable enough to withstand damage when it isn't tampered with. After all, they have the original recipe, so she was sure that both of them could figure out a way to prevent others from reverse engineering Bulranium. It took a lot of time, many failures and many hours of yelling at each other before they finally found a solution which was so complicated, that her tired mind didn't want to recall the process. Once this problem was resolved, the metal was then used to make other items, such as cars, electronics etc.
Vegeta was actually the first person to test out what was at the time the biggest Bulranium structure, the Gravity Room (no surprise there.) They had used the weakest version of the metal, now dubbed as Bulranium Type B, the one currently being circulated worldwide, as a test and after a few days it was nothing but scrap. After that, they tried out the original recipe, called Bulranium Type A. It had lasted about a month before it kicked the bucket. While Bulma got pissed with each failed trial, Bra laughed, finding the entire thing amusing. One day, Bra had told her to stop being so shy and just increase the potency of the metal to the max. She continued on, saying that no one was going to steal it because, as they figured out when it was finalized, no normal human can even lift the damn thing; only those that were at least as powerful as a Super Saiyan could lift it, which means that a few of the Z-gang were able to. Bulma theorized that the Cell virus compound must have been the cause of the increased heaviness in weight.
This did the trick…. well sort of. Vegeta lasted for months training in that Gravity Room to his heart's content, however, when he went into a Super Saiyan 2 spamming streak (Bra and Gohan joining him at occasionally), it exploded. Ehhh, at least it worked for a while…
And then there was her son, Trunks and her grandson, Kibō. She smiled, unable to stop herself from seeing Vegeta in her son and Goku in her daughter's son. Growing up together as well as being children, they got along pretty well, but Kibō's familiar dense personality seemed to annoy Trunks to no end, she observed. Her son, unsurprisingly, had the appeared of his future counterpart; however, Kibō was a different story.
It was strange as she had never seen such a thing before, nor has Vegeta. Kibō's hair, for reasons unknown, had darkened as black as his father, when before it was lavender. It had turned upright similar to how Goku looked like as a Super Saiyan, hanging bangs and all; his hair didn't change once it was fully grown, which probably had to do with the fact that he was three-fourth Saiyan, his human blood nearly diluted next to nothing. He was one of a kind and that made him quite special.
Bra didn't like that. His hair was a constant reminder of someone she had lost and well, there were times that she cut it down until it nearly mimicked Gohan's shape when he had exited the Time Chamber during the whole Android and Cell incident, as that's as closest she could get it without making his hair look strange; thankfully his eyes still remained blue, just a bit darker.
Goku…I sure wish you were around to see how handsome your son is…
And for Bra's sake…she isn't well…
With those last thoughts in mind, she finally succumbed to a well-deserved slumber.
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Typing up the finishing touches of his assignment, the half Saiyan's hands were trembling, shaking rapidly, the thoughts of his first day of high school flooding his mind so much, that his fingers had nearly crushed a letter on the keyboard.
Come on Gohan, it won't be as bad as you think…right? He thought, cursing under his breath when he shattered the letter 'B' on his laptop.
The sound of his door swinging open didn't interrupt his mental battle with his thoughts, nor did his friend announcing his arrival.
Flopping on his bed, the blond long-haired man frowned when he called his friend's name again and had not gotten a response. Unzipping his black backpack, he took out a notebook and ripped a blank page off it. Crumpling it into a ball, he chucked it at the half Saiyan.
Faster than the human eye could see, Gohan turned and faced Sharpner with a look of bewilderment; it was no surprise that he had the crumpled paper in hand.
"What in the-w-when did you get here?" He asked, blinking as he readjusted his black-framed glasses.
Sharpner wrinkled his nose in disgust. He had spoken to him about that abomination that he called glasses, that he should change them into a more stylish pair, but his friend had shrugged it off, stating that he could care less about what people thought of his appearance.
"About a minute ago. You would have noticed if you'd just stop shaking like a leaf."
"Sorry, it's just that this test has gotten me all riled-"
"Don't give me that BS." Sharpner interrupted, slipping his notebook back into his backpack. Standing up and shouldering his pack, he said, "Unlike me when I took that test, I nearly failed. I'm sure the test was like kindergarten work to you. In fact, I'm sure you've been done and have been doing nothing but thinking about-"
"Don't say her name!" Gohan shouted, his best friend leaning back in surprise.
Straightening up, he snorted at the half Saiyan's overreaction. "Gohan, I promise that everything is going to be fine. She's mellowed at this point. In fact, when your name is even mentioned in a conversation, she doesn't even bat an eye!" He said honestly…well sort of; he wasn't going to tell him that while she didn't bat an eye if you squinted, you'd notice her right eyebrow twitched ever so slightly when his name was uttered. He also wasn't going to mention that he's a damn liar.
The truth was that she has become a very angry person. Only when she releases her pent up aggression towards criminals does she become… tolerable. This is actually one of the reasons why he no longer likes to hang out with Erasa when she was with Videl. Her mood switches the longer his presences is there simply because she knows that he still sees Gohan frequently. She tends to take out her rage on him for the simplest things, such as ordering a vanilla milkshake. It wasn't his fault that he likes vanilla flavored milkshake as much as the half Saiyan does.
"Besides, this is your first and last year in high school. Your mom is asking you to finish up your schooling at a public setting so that you can make more friends your age, instead of hanging out with your father's friends." Sharpner continued, making his way out of Gohan's room. "Now print that stupid paper out, I'll be waiting downstairs. I'll text Erasa to meet us at the entrance of Orange Star School."
With a small nod and reassuring smile, Sharpner exited his room, Gohan proceeding to print out his single page assignment. He knew he passed. That was something he was one-hundred percent sure of. What he wasn't sure of was how his ex, if you can even call her that considering they had been a couple for less than a day, was going to react upon seeing him…for the first time…in four years. Now taller and more muscular, his jet black hair spiked up with a small loose bang drooping down, his body most definitely looked different than it did back then; his face, however, hadn't changed much other than looking more matured of course.
Putting on his black vest over his white long-sleeved shirt to complete his uniform, which technically was unnecessary as the school had no dress code, he was ready to go to school.
Not mentally, unfortunately.
I got this. Sharpner said it won't be so bad, so it won't be so bad.
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Receiving the text message from Sharpner that they were on their way to the front of the school, Erasa smiled, whipping her mid-length and half shaved blonde hair to the side. Adjusting her strapless green halter top, she smirked as her sights zeroed in on a girl's behind like a sniper would on his victim. Pushing off her seat, she paused when she felt a slender hand tightly grip her wrist.
"Please let the girl order her food."
"But-"
"We have to go to class soon. You don't have time to flirt, nor do I want to see you doing it."
Growly angrily as she sat back down, Erasa made it a point to glare at her pigtail haired friend, whose fiery icy blue eyes equally matched her.
Then Erasa winked, blowing a playful kiss, successfully killing their staring contest. "You know V, you're such a tease."
Rolling her eyes, the corner of her lip curled up. Despite her warning her friend that if she continued to flirt with her she'd 'unfriend' her, Erasa kept on doing it anyway. Eventually, over time, she learned how to simply brush it off. She knew, now that they were older, that Erasa knew her boundaries and wouldn't dare touch her inappropriately; that and she knew that if she did, Videl would snap her wrist in half. At least she doesn't flirt with me as much as before…
Pushing from her chair again, the blonde began to head to the exit of the fast food restaurant, Videl following closely behind.
Walking side by side, Erasa brought up something that Videl hated to talk about, yet she pressed on every now and then. "V, you seriously need to loosen up girl! Get that long stick out of your ass." She stated casually, her hands slipping into her light blue jeans.
"Don't bring this up again."
"Why don't you let me set you up with a guy? I have a few friends that would-"
"I'm not interested."
"I even have a few girls if you want to try-"
"Drop it."
"-I mean come on V, you've never actually tried to-"
"Erasa-"
"Sharpner is meeting up with us."
"And? What's so-"
"I asked him to bring Gohan." She blurted out.
Erasa came to a standstill when she saw that Videl was no longer walking alongside her. The blonde barely turned when her friend breezed past her, marching towards the school without another word.
"Videl wait!" Erasa cried out, speeding ahead, hoping to block her path.
She almost fell when the dark haired girl sidestepped, having not expected for her to pull such a quick evasion. Irritated with her stubborn behavior, she went ahead again, this time attempting to make a grab for her arm and make her listen, but as soon as she grasped her arm, Videl violently shook her off, literally sending poor Erasa back a foot from the ground. Her spine struck the ground, the blonde groaning in pain as she could do nothing but watch her friend speed past her.
"This is why I didn't want to tell you and instead wanted to surprise you!" Erasa shouted. When she saw that Videl merely stuck her middle finger in the air without facing her, indicating that she had heard her but didn't care, she sighed.
Pulling out her phone from her front pocket (good thing she did put it there or else Videl would be paying the replacement fee), the blonde proceeded to shoot a text at Sharpner, hoping that he could catch her so that he could try to convince her to talk to Gohan…even though the douchebag doesn't deserve to say a damn thing to her, much less hear her voice; after all, Videl wasn't the only one that was affected by the half Saiyan's sudden break up. She was too, even if she wasn't involved in it…and it wasn't her business… ANYWAYS, that day, when she had seen her friend sitting on the pavement with her head hung low and tears dripping from her eyes broke her.
After hearing Videl's explanation, Erasa just felt nothing but…anger and jealousy.
She felt anger that Gohan would just dump her merely for something as simple as wanting to keep her safe, when Videl was very capable of protecting herself; she proved that back on that day, when those shadow thingies were trying to kill them. The prick should know that Videl hated to look down upon as someone who is weak. In fact, that's precisely the reason why Videl even bothered to ask Gohan to train her to use Ki…that and she had a crush on him. Besides, wouldn't Videl be much safer with him since he IS one of the most powerful people on the planet? It was that day that the blonde believed that, despite all the strength and intelligence that he possesses, Gohan was a coward and somehow an idiot.
Her jealousy was easier to understand. She had longed to have what Gohan had with Videl at that time and when he had finally gotten her, she was obviously happy and upset for obvious reasons. To find out that bullshit that day…How dare he hurt MY Videl she had whispered that venomously.
Needless to say, the blonde wasn't really on friendly terms with the half Saiyan. She just tolerated him for Sharpner's sake.
But that was years ago and since then, Erasa's nothing but 'not giving no fucks about anything…except her few friends (mostly just Videl and Sharpner, as the others she kept very distant). Looking so smoking hot that she'd make men's jaws' drop, she felt so bad for them, (well not really) when she always ended up leaving a club or any public setting with a woman…or two? Hell, she couldn't remember sometimes.
Redirecting her mind to the problem at hand, Erasa seriously wanted her friend and Gohan to talk to each other, to patch things up. Even if they don't date again, she wanted to see Videl…well be Videl and not this angry bitch; that and also, while in class the other day, the teacher had stated that a new student would be joining them today. Oddly enough, it had been announced while Videl was in one of those bad guy ass kicking crusades; funny huh?
Even though the teacher didn't state the name of the student, the manner in which she spoke of this 'exceptionally talented young man' and how he never made a single mistake on, well anything written on paper, they automatically assumed it was the half Saiyan. Besides, the next day it was confirmed when Chi-Chi had told Sharpner that her son was going to finish his final year of school in Orange Star High and that she made sure that he would have at least one class with his friends. English was that class…the first class of the day.
Videl is the grouchiest in the morning.
"Great…" Erasa muttered, standing up and staggering her way to school, cursing every step she took.
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Seeing a frequent face, Dave smiled when he saw his favorite gal sashay into his bar, wearing an unzipped black leather jacket, showing her blue top, which revealed a sliver of her cleavage and exposed her flat stomach. Her black tight jeans seemed to strain as her blue heeled boots clicked with every step she took.
Pulling a seat back, she sat down, her piercing blue eyes shining with glee, which indicated to Dave that Zangya was in a good mood today.
"So what will it be today, little lady?" The bartender asked washing, rinsing and polishing a glass mug for his longtime friend.
Who would have thought that on the day she met him and was going to kill him for liquor, she would instead end up becoming his friend?
"Anything with Sprite." She responded, smiling and winking friendly.
Dave nodded, his face tinting pink as he mumbled about stunning unobtainable women, them teasing him and lack of love life overall.
Placing the beverage on the table, he held back a chuckled when he noticed that the few people who brought a buddy with them, were trying to disparately stop or beg them to leave the orange haired woman alone or they would meet their end. Those were the smart ones, the regulars, but the ones that aren't…poor souls.
They would be lucky to leave the bar with a broken hand.
"So what's up with-"
"Don't ruin my mood." She cut in sharply.
Dave sighed, "But you usually only come in when you want to bitch about him."
"Or…" She gestured for him to guess again.
His black brows rose. "You're meeting up with miss moody!"
Zangya smiled while Dave froze as 'miss moody' walked in, wearing what she has been wearing for a few years now; the same outfit as she wore when she arrived in this reality, except that it's colors was changed to the appearance of her late Soulmate's attires.
In Zangya's opinion, she found the outfit strange and outright ugly. The orange jacket coating her navy blue undershirt was gross and the orange skirt made it even more disgusting; her black-navy blue boots were okay she guessed. Now, the Hera-jin has never met this Soulmate of Bra's, but the half Saiyan has shown her his outfit. It works when infighting gi form, but for casual wear, it just doesn't.
But then again, she personally has always found the half Saiyan's behavior odd. She always contradicts herself; still doing the thing that she said she wasn't going to do in some other form. One example is dressing her kid like his father at times when she has stated that she doesn't want him to wear anything that looks like his father's and the other, well is being displayed before her. I can't even say to myself that I feel sorry for her because the bitch is doing this to herself…
Bra smirked when she saw Dave stiffen with fear.
"I apologize for being an ass! I swear I was only joking!" Dave expressed, shielding himself with his hands.
"Get me a Coke." She stated with a pleasant smile, patting the baffled bartender on the shoulder as she took a seat adjacent to Zangya.
"N-no alcohol?" Dave asked, surprised that she came to a bar…to just order soda. It's not that it's weird to do that since there are people who bring their non-alcoholic pals or ladies in just to hang and catch up with. It was just weird for her because she always ordered alcohol.
"Just what I ordered."
With her blue-green fingers tapping on the counter in a light rhythm, Zangya and Bra sat next to each other quietly as the bartender gave the half Saiyan her drink. Dave wasn't surprised when five minutes passed and Bra and Zangya had yet to say a word to one another. Shrugging like he always when the two met up here, he continued to serve his customers.
Finally one of them spoke.
"Stupid…this is your damn fault." Zangya stated, her blue eyes twinkling with annoyance.
"It's really not so bad Zan."
"Of course you'd think that! I'm not needy like you! Besides wanting to be with the stubborn ass-"
"Hole"
Bra smirked as Zangya's mouth went agape.
Like always, she continued. "I'm perfectly-"
"Fine!"
"I come here for you, because this makes-"
"you"
"Feel better! And all because of that fusion bull-"
"Shit." Bra finished, the both of them sighed with defeat.
"Feeling better now?" Bra and Zangya asked simultaneously, the half Saiyan staring at the TV while the Hera-jin glared at her.
"I should be asking you that." Zangya said, though she wasn't sure if it was her words or Bra's.
Ever since they fused in the fight with Bojack, they have developed this emotional connection…that when they are upset, they just sit next to each other quietly, almost like in a meditative-like state, and then they would feel better; most of the time, Zangya does it for Bra's sake, as she is the one who feels horrible while she herself is fine…unless Yamcha pisses her off.
This link they have isn't like the one Bra and Goku had, as what both the Saiyans have is some kind of unheard Saiyan soul mutation caused by the mating between a full-blooded Saiyan and half-blooded one. When Bra had explained to her mother what Goku had told her on the very last time they had spoken telepathically, which was about seven years ago, her mother couldn't figure anything out, even when she took some blood samples of her. She had no samples of Goku's, so that made things even more difficult (she's not some crazy mad scientist that kept peoples blood samples in a tube…she isn't!).
As for her father, Vegeta, he ruled out the Saiyans bond. Yes, they would develop a bond, but not as synchronized as the one his daughter and Goku had. Bra knew that he was jealous of that Saiyan Soul transformation they have, but was obviously too proud to admit it. Besides, knowing him as she did, he'd want to gain greater power through his own will alone.
The fusion occurrence between the half Saiyan and Hera-jin was simple, or so Bulma confirms. Since Bra says that the fusion rings aren't designed to have that after effect, then her mother figures it has something to do with the fracture that one of the rings had; that and it being melded with her created material, Bulranium.
"So Yamcha is still being an idiot huh?"
Her lower lip jutting out, Zangya released a breath, causing the bangs covering her forehead to flutter like feathers. "Pretty much."
"I don't understand why though? He clearly likes you…so what gives?"
"He tells me that he's had bad experiences dating women in the past and doesn't want to ruin what we already have." She explained, turning to the TV.
Bra laughed. "I thought that mom was the only woman he truly dated."
"No, he said that he dated others after their break up and he always screwed them up. He told me many things of his past, like the way he was, a womanizing asshole, but that's not what I see every time I see him."
"Yet you still insult him." Bra snorted.
Zangya smirks. "At first, I was messing with him, but lately, with this…I mean this is freaking years! And I'm still hoping that something will happen. I never thought I could feel this type of emotions for another being. It's pathetic. "
Bra laughed harder.
Zangya frowned, clearly not liking that her friend wasn't taking her problem seriously.
Noticing this, the half Saiyan sobered. "It's just that I never thought I'd see the day where Yamcha would reject the advances of a smoking hot woman. The fact that it's been what? Four years and you're still trying to reel him in…man."
The Saiyan giggled. "And Yamcha of all people!"
"Why does that sentence make it sound like he's a bad choice of a mate?"
Bra's grin almost reached her blue eyes.
"You're making fun of me aren't you?" The Hera-jin pouted.
"Aww you poor thing…" Bra cooed, pinching her friend's right cheek like she was a baby.
Zangya growled, attempting to strike the half Saiyan's hand away, but Bra pulled back at the last moment, sticking her tongue out in a playful manner.
"You know, we can still do it."
"Do what?"
"Use the Dragon Balls to-"
"No!"
"But it will solve our-"
"I said no!"
"I mean I already think that your-"
"We are NOT going to use the Dragon Balls to make us lesbians lovers, you twisted little monkey!" Zangya roared, knocking the stool down when she stood up.
Bra howled in laughter when everyone in the bar started staring at the Hera-jin, the rational customers quickly turning away while the newcomers continued to stare, trying their hardest to make sense of what this blue alien woman was saying; what are Dragon Balls? What connection do they have with lesbians and little monkeys?
As Dave grabbed the remote and raised the volume of all the TV's in the bar in order to gain the increasing number of customer's attention, which both Bra and Zangya appreciated, one of them gasped.
THA-THUMP!
Bra cringed, a deep pulse-pounding within her ears, making her feel dizzy and nauseous; her hair briefly bleaching white and her sea-green eyes lost its sparkle, turning grey and overcast. As quickly as it came it was gone, but not without leaving its mark.
Zangya wasn't shocked when she saw several white strains of hair on the back of her ponytail.
"You alright there?" Zangya asked, a hint of concern in her voice; she was really worried for her friend, but she just hated to show it at times, especially in public.
Bra breathed in and out a few times before she allowed herself to respond. "Y-yeah."
"It's getting worse isn't it?"
The weak smile written on her face answered her question.
Zangya bit her lip thoughtfully as she dropped a wad of cash on the counter, gaining Bra's attention. "Let's go and get some fresh air princess."
Waving farewell to the bartender, in which he returned the gesture, Zangya pushed the door open for Bra to go on ahead.
"What are we going to do now?" Bra asked, her mood lifting when leaving the stuffy bar; anyone can smell a drunk when they are near, but with her Saiyan sense of smell, ehh you might as well say that it smells like straight up piss in there, at least when the rowdy drunks come in around the evening, staying well past midnight. Dave is stupid to close the bar at two in the morning…
"Fuck each other up until we can't move."
Bra gave her a shit-eating-grin.
"You know what I-I should have let you mope in the bar!" Zangya growled, pushing off into the sky. "Follow me so I can kick your ass! And if I win, you WILL take that horrid outfit off!"
Bra smirked. "And right in the battlefield too! Why not skip the fighting!" she shouted, trailing after her.
"You know what I meant!"
A/N: This chapter felt more filler-like than the prologue, but I assure you it wasn't completely.
I'm sorry to say that chapters will be much shorter at times. Sometimes there will be longer ones, like this one or perhaps longer, but definitely not like the entire Android & Bojack sagas. This saga isn't as well planned like those others ones, so I'll be updating slowly (I didn't update last month, ya'll saw), not that I've never skipped months before.
What's up with the ridiculous title of the chapter? Hell if I know lol XD
So yeah, I'll be seeing you around.
Later!
(Posted: 4/13/19)
~Gater~