AN: This will be a Bra/Bura/BullaxGoten fic as well as TrunksxPan on the side. I appreciate all that read and review, but no bashing of pairings, please.

Something to note, with the release of "Dragonball Super" Pan is officially a year older than Bra. Also, as much as I love GT I DO NOT consider it cannon. So, there won't be any mention of anything in GT here. This will be based off what DBSuper has opened up.

Offical year of birth from official numerous websites and shit:

Trunks: 766

Goten: 767

Pan: 779

Bra: 780

This fic was fueled by a crazy dream, coffee, nicotine, and some good tunes. Hope you all enjoy since I haven't written for this fandom in over 20 years.

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Chapter One

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Bra supposed the first memory of her life was looking into her daddy's eyes as a newborn. After that, everything mixed together. Vegeta reading her stories, teaching her how to walk, and how to talk. Despite his chilly exterior, he always seemed to be there for her at the crucial moments. Bulma was a great mother, but she always remembered her working in the lab, or teaching her how to recite the Periodic Table of Elements. Everyone knew that Trunks was her child while she was Vegeta's.

At the age of four, she was taught how to fly and how to properly assemble and disassemble anything mechanical, and how to work supercomputers, which is what allowed her to repair her mother's computer after it had been infected by Dr. Hedo's virus, something not even her brother could do.

When she was little, Bra had no idea how to gauge her relationship with Trunks. He was fourteen years older than her. She remembered when she was a baby that he would change her diaper and feed her. They used to have a game called "goofy ball", where he would blow up a balloon and hit it around in the air while she chased it around and hit it back to him; they would do that for hours before it tired her out. When she was around three or four was when he had his Saiyan growth spurt and she saw very little of him. He was either too busy with school or running around Goten.

The memory of her six year old self coming home from school with uneven pigtails and a torn, soiled "dres floated through her mind. She supposed that was when their relationship truly changed because when she got home that day Trunks had been the only one at Capsule Corp. The elder Demi-Saiyan had taken one look at her and recoiled in surprise. He was immediately at her side questioning why she looked like she had been in a fight. She had kept her composure until he asked that question and the tears begun.

"Th-these kids at school made fun of m-me because I'm smart and strong. Th-they called me a freak, Trunks! I want daddy! Where is daddy?! He will protect me!"

Trunks had enveloped her in a hug at that moment. Rubbing the back of her head while she sobbed into his chest. When she had started crying louder, he tightened his hug around her tiny body.

"Shhhh. I won't let anything else happen to you. I swear on my life that your big brother will always be here from now on."

After that day, Trunks made sure he went everywhere with her. Where she was, he was. He wasn't going to allow anyone to hurt her again. Their relationship effectively changed that day. She had already adored her brother, but he became the coolest person at that moment.

Bra mused that was also the day she fell in love. After Trunks had helped clean her up, Goten had showed up. When told of the situation, the black hair teen sat next to her on the couch while smiling down at her.

"You're the smartest, coolest kid I know. Smarter than me! Don't let anyone else make you feel bad because you're just better than them. You're THE princess, remember?"

He placed a tiara on her head, kissing her cheek. All Bra could remember was how warm and floaty she felt at that moment. Her little six year old heart pounded in her chest from his affection. No other male had shown her that manner of kindness except the ones in her family.

Shortly after the bullying incident, Bulma decided it was time to homeschool her least Vegeta go blow up a whole district because someone had dared put their hands on his daughter. At ten, she had graduated high school and gotten her first master's degree in nursing at thirteen. Sixteen had seen her with another master's degree in engineering and a PhD in human biology.

Despite her immense IQ, Bra was very sociable. Most people with her brain couldn't interact with people or understand most social queues, but that was also why she had decided to study abroad for half a year. It was important for her to be able to get along with people even though most pissed her off.

Sometimes she wondered if natural selection really was a thing.

Vegeta also decided when she was six that it was time for her to learn how to fight. She grimaced at remembering the training sessions twice a day. He taught her the warrior's code as she went through kata as well as to be proud of her Saiyan heritage and what it meant. She was a quick study and soon was able to take her father on in his base mode at fourteen. While he taught her honor, he also instructed her on how to go straight for the kill making her a true hellcat on the battlefield. Not only was she naturally strong due to her genetics, but she was also faster and more agile than most. Even though she had only ever fought her father, she was sure she could handle anyone other than Goku, and possibly have the potential to go beyond her own level.

Bra's mind pushed all of her memories away as she heard the pilot announce the touchdown in West City. She was returning from her studies abroad and couldn't help the ball of anxiety in her stomach. It had been half a year since she had seen her family and friends. It was going to be nice to be around familiar energy, but she wondered what they would all think of her.

Despite her mental and physical maturity, no one took her seriously because of her age. Just because she was a genius didn't mean she was appreciated or respected in her field of study. To everyone she was just a kid from the richest family in the world that got lucky in the brains department.

She knew they couldn't help it. Bra looked down to examine herself. She considered her bust size average, but she still looked like a child despite the navy blue pants suit and briefcase that was in her lap. Many doctors she met thought she was just playing dressup and laughed at the ideas for things she came up with.

That was okay, she thought to herself. Everyone would see that she was not to be underestimated once she got to her home. The blueprints and prototype in her briefcase would prove that.

As the plane touched down, Bra steeled her resolve as another crazy idea was brewing in her mind.

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"My baby!" Bulma shot out the front door of the Capsule Corp compoud. "You're home!"

Bra braced herself for the impact of her mother's tight embrace. She laughed and returned the hug, "Hey mama."

The elder bluenette kissed both of her cheeks repeatedly, "You have no idea how much I missed you. It was so hard not to see your face everyday!"

Bra laughed as they entered her longtime home. "Mama! You saw me every day when you called." She sat the briefcase down by the door.

Bulma caressed her cheek, "You won't understand until you have children. When you babies aren't home and you can only see their face on a screen unable to touch them is torture."

Bra, still smiling, rolled her eyes slightly. Bulma took her time to make circles around her youngest child. She beamed with pride.

"You look so grown up!"

"But she's still a shrimp."

Bra turned sharply on her heels to see the person who spoke despite knowing the voice. She hadn't expected him to be home. The smile on her face brightened as she jogged towards her brother and threw her arms around his neck. He twirled her around a few times before setting her down.

"Look at you," he said excitedly. "It's like my little sister was traded in for a business woman!"

"You don't look half bad in that monkey suit," she poked him in the chest mocking his three piece gray

"You have grown a few inches."

He was still much taller than her. She lightly punched him in the ribs, "Piss off." Then she hugged him again. "I missed you, big brother."

Trunks kissed her the top of her head, "You two, onion baby. You have to tell me all about what you learned."

She smirked, "You sure you can keep up?"

"Please," Trunks poked her forehead. "You're not the only genius in the family."

"How many degrees do you have again? Last time I checked it was none-oh, and none."

That was when she felt the familiar and loving energy enter the room. Her brother forgotten, Bra ran towards the man who just entered.

"Daddy!" She literally threw herself at him.

Vegeta caught his daughter with ease. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as his arms wound around her tiny frame. She stayed with her face buried in his chest for a small moment before pulling away. His arms were still around her. His intense black eyes looked deeply into her aqua ones. When she smiled at him without hesitation, the Saiyan Prince brought his hands to her face for a brief moment before releasing her.

"Welcome home, princess."

Her smile widened as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, his arms now resting at his side, "I missed you."

"Your mother can sleep easy now that you're home."

"Says you!" Bulma shouted. "How many nights did I wake up to find you standing in her doorway all melancholy?"

"Hmph," was the only response. Vegeta drunk from his water bottle as he sat down on the couch. "Sit down, Bra. Your mother and brother have something to discuss with you."

Feeling the intensity in the air, Bra sat down next to her father as her hands smoothed out the material of her pants. Trunks and Bulma sat across from her in two seperate chairs.

This must be serious.

"I haven't made an official announcement yet-"

Bra thought the worse, "Oh, Kami. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Bulma waved the thought away. "As you know, Trunks has been helping with the responsibilities of running Capsule Corp."

She younger bluenette was nodding repeatedly as her mother spoke. She figured where this was going.

"I've decided to officially retire and make your brother CEO. I'll retain my position on the board for controlling vote, but this will give me time to spend with your father and enjoy my life."

As if you haven't had an exciting life. Bra smiled in acknowledgement, "That's great, mom! I'm happy for you and daddy."

"Your brother and I have decided to make you co-CEO."

She balked. That statement was completely unexpected. Bra looked between the two then back at her dad. He nodded his head in agreement. Then she turned back to Bulma and Trunks. They were both smiling at her.

"I, um," it was difficult to leave her speechless, "I don't know what to say. I'm honored." co-CEO of a trillion zeni corporation at sixteen. She knew what that would entail, though. Days and days on end of shadowing her brother and attending boring meetings. This wasn't what she expected.

Trunks leaned back into the chair while crossing his legs, "You don't look too thrilled about it."

Bra ran her fingertips up and down her forehead for a moment before putting together what she had to say properly and not what she had rehearsed.

"It's not that I'm not excited, but I had something else entirely in mind."

"Oh?" Bulma questioned. "What is that, then?"

Moving in blinding speed, Bra retrieved her briefcase before appearing back on the couch beside her father. She could see her father smirk at the reaction time out of the corner of her right eye. She opened the briefcase before clearing her throat.

"I've been thinking about the rejuvenation chambers we have around here," she pulled a scalpel out, "and I've come up with an idea."

Trunks and Bulma were for sure in business mode. Bra looked at her father and held up the instrument, "May I?"

Vegeta nodded. The young Demi-Saiyan took her father's arm and made a cut in the skin that wasn't too deep or shallow despite the force she had to use in order to get it to actually cut. Bra pulled out a white cuff looking device with a clear display and blue and red button on top. She put it over the cut she made on her father.

"I call it a medi-cast," she said confidently as she pressed three buttons on the command pad. In a few seconds, a whirring sound could be heard.

Vegeta hummed in response to the device as he felt warmth on his arm. Almost as soon as it started, it stopped. Bra removed the cuff to show that the cut she made was fully healed. The prince showed the arm to his wife and son.

"This is just a prototype," Bra continued. "What I would like for them to be able to do is assess those in critical conditions and heal skin, even organs. It would essentially scan the body when placed on it and be able to make quicker decisions to save lives."

Bulma hummed in awe of her daughter, but sobered quickly, "I love idea, but have you thought about what this would do to doctors who spent years in school? It would practically put them out of a job." She lit a cigarette.

"There are hundreds of trauma cases around the world a day, mama. This is the solution to that. I even have some specs drawn up for these to be able to grow artificial organs with only a small tissue sample from someone else."

"Mom is right," Trunks replied. "I'm not saying it isn't a good idea, but what about doctors? How many would lose their jobs?"

Bra frowned, "This would be solely for first responders. You know, firefighters, EMTs, paramedics. It could keep someone alive until they got to the hospital where a doctor could save them."

"A computer can't decide whether someone lives or dies. What happens when it suggests there is nothing that can be done?" The thirty year old leaned forward. He was ready for a fight of the brains.

"They wouldn't be designed to 'give up'!" She was getting heated. "This could save hundreds of lives a day, and your only argument is 'what about doctors'? This won't take their places! This could revolutionize health care! Stop thinking about the few rather than the many!"

"Enough!" Vegeta said sharply.

Bulma put the cigarette in the ashtray close by. She was quiet for a short moment, "Get your specs and presentation together. We will go before the board to see about funding, but, Bra, remember that just because you hold the Briefs name doesn't mean it will be approved."

"Yes ma'am," she returned the prototype to the briefcase. She sat it down beside her, looking at her mother. "When do I start my duties?"

"I'm going to go to the board tomorrow morning then make a world announcement in the afternoon," Bulma shifted in her seat. "I don't expect you to start immediately. I figure you can take some time to get your bearings, and I'll leave your schedule up to Trunks."

Bra nodded. Her mother got up from seat.

"I'm so proud of you," Bulma kissed her forehead lovingly. "Now that that's over with, I need a drink! Retirement here I come!"

Bra gave a small laugh, rolling her eyes at her mother's antics. She watched Trunks get up and kneel in front of her, pulling the material of his pants legs up as he did so. He poked her in the forehead.

"I don't think it isn't a good idea," he cleared his throat, "and I didn't mean to be harsh, but I just want to prepare you for what kind of heat the board can be. Even though we are the richest family in the world, one small step could ruin the company that grandpa and mom built from nothing. You get it?"

The bluenette sighed, feeling a small amount of defeat, but gave her brother a small smile while nodding. Trunks smiled back as he stood up.

"You really are one of the brightest minds of our era," he poked her forehead, "but you're still a pipsqueak."

Trunks was already running before Bra was on her feet. She took off her shoe, chunking it as he laughed.

"You better run!" Bra shouted. After her brother was gone, she sat down on the couch letting out a long sigh, slumping her shoulders.

Vegeta looked over at her without changing expressions, "What's wrong, child?"

"I'm scared," she whispered softly without looking at him. "I for sure thought that mom and Trunks would give the green light. What if the board doesn't take me seriously because I'm a kid?"

"They would be a bunch of fools to deny your contraption."

Bra said nothing. She looked down at her hands in her lap before curling her fingers into a fist. All the time and effort she put into the Medi-cast and sometimes staying up for two days or more at a time because she was also studying and doing clinicals. Was it all for nothing? Was all her hard work to be denied by a bunch of old stingy, shortsighted men and women?

Vegeta noticed his daugher's change in attitude quickly. He turned to her, "Go change and meet me in the gravity room."

Bra smiled at her father.

A fight was just what she needed right now.

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Bra exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair. That two hour spar with her dad really did help to improve her mood. Vegeta had been happy to see that she had continued to hone her skills despite everything she had taken on while abroad. She had gotten faster than before she left, which he noted. When he had decided she had enough, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We are Saiyans, Bra. We do not give up. Instead, we fight. Remember that."

After the fight and pep talk, she decided her muscles needed a soak in lava hot water. She had a new resolve now. She was going to pour herself into her schematics for her invention to make sure it was approved. She would put together a presentation that would blow that whole board away and make them fearful of her!

That was when her phone started to ring.

Who would be calling me?

Bra grabbed the pink wristwatch from her dresser. She smiled at the caller and flipped open the device to see her onyx hair and eyed best friend.

"Pan!"

The quarter-Saiyan was wearing her typical red bandana, but her face held a scowl.

"Bra! Why haven't you come to see me? You got home today, right? What's the deal, best friend? Too good for me now?"

She laughed, "You're crazy, Pan. I just had some important family business to handle then daddy and I had a good spar."

"Whatever!" the older of the duo crossed her arms over her chest. "It's bad enough you weren't here for my graduation. What important crap was going on?"

"I can't talk about it, but everyone will find out tomorrow."

"Yeesh. Okay then," Pan seemed to calm down. "You still owe me a fight. I won't forget that cheap shot you got in on me last time."

"Sure thing," Bra rolled her eyes, "and pigs fly."

"Anyways, how is your Medi-Cast thing going?"

Bra sat down in the chair in front of her dresser. She had to release her hair from the towel with her left hand since her right wrist had the watch on it. She sighed.

"I presented it to mom and Trunks. They said it was a good idea, but Trunks totally tore me apart. He says he was just preparing me for the board. I got pretty heated and almost lost my composure."

Bra could see that Pan was walking around her house while she was talking. It looked like she was in the kitchen at the moment. She confirmed it when the rummaging of the cabinets could be heard.

"Trunks is a jerk," she replied, "but I can understand, I guess. It doesn't matter though because you will knock the socks off all those old jerks on the board or whatever."

Bra smiled. Other than her family, Pan was her biggest supporter, "You're damn right. I'm going to take some time off this weekend before I get to work. It just worries me that I'll be treated like I always am: a child."

Pan took a bite out of some kind of pastry, "No kidding. I'm almost eighteen and no one takes me seriously. I wish I could gather the Dragon Balls and wish myself older."

The evil, conniving smile that crept over Bra's face would have scared any normal human, but to her best friend that meant she had something going on in that big brain of hers. Pan stopped eating.

"Oh no. What are you thinking?"

"Actually-"

"HEY! What are you doing here!? Don't you have your own house?!"

That's when Bra heard his voice. A sound she hadn't heard in almost a full year. Her heart fluttered.

"Your house is better. Besides, you have more food!" Goten protested. Bra couldn't see him, but when she closed her eyes she could see him. "Who you talking to? Anyone I know?"

"It's Bra if you must know!" the scenery started to change. Bra could almost hear Pan's angry footsteps as she left her uncle. "Can't have any privacy."

"Tell Bra I said hello!"

"Uhg!" Pan retorted. "She says hi back. Leave me alone!"

Bra heard a door slam on the other end. Then, Pan was laying on her bed. She started laughing, "Angry much?"

"He's so annoying!" Pan complained. "Comes over here and just steals food all the time. I love him and all, but jeez. Don't be a bum, man." the older of the two ranted for another minute before she stopped.

"What were you trying to tell me before?"

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AN: Chapter one, done!