AN: I hope you all remember the rules of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber because I had to research it I'm so out of touch. Haha.

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Chapter Two

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"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR EVER LOVING MIND?!"

"For Kami's sake!" Bra retrieved her phone and disconnected the video so she could talk more privately. "Don't scream like that. Someone could hear you."

"Well, they need to!" Pan shifting on the covers was all she heard. "Use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to age ourselves?! That is crazy, Bra! I mean…hell, I'm in I guess."

"That didn't take much convincing," Bra laughed. She sat down on the edge of her bed. "Never one to pass up a good adventure."

Pan laughed, "You know it. But tell me, genius, that wouldn't change our legal age! We would grow in body, but not according to the government."

"Please!" Bra cackled at the words. "I've been hacking into government offices after I could walk. Don't underestimate me, my fine furry friend."

"There is no fur on me," Pan scoffed.

Bra fell back onto the bed laughing, "Ew. Nasty."

"But seriously," the dark haired quarter Saiyan whispered, "how do you propose we pull this off?"

"Okay. Here's what I was thinking…"

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"As to spend more time with my husband and parents, I will be resigning as CEO of Capsule Corporation effective as of monday morning."

The lights flashed and the crowd roared at the announcement. Bra watched her mother, dressed in a solid white blazer skirt suit with white flats, answer question after question that was thrown at her. She, Trunks, and Vegeta were sitting behind Bulma on the podium. Her brother was dressed in a three-piece black suit with black shoes that glistened in the sunlight. Her father was wearing a simple, black button up shirt that he left untucked from his black slacks. Bra had opted to copy her mother's outfit, except hers was a bright, cherry red with matching three-inch pumps. Her blue locks had been ironed straight before being pulled back into a high ponytail. She wanted to make sure she looked as professional as possible for the press. They always seemed to be able to tear them apart.

"I'm sure many of you know that my son, Trunks, has been helping me for the past year," Bulma said into the microphone. Bra had to admit her mother sure knew how to put on a face for the public. "He will be taking over as CEO."

That was when Trunks stood up. He buttoned his jacket as he approached the podium. When he opened his mouth, Bra smiled. He was as smooth as melted butter.

"I'm happy to be taking over for my mother. My family has spent their lives building this company and I promise a bright future is ahead for Capsule Corporation," Trunks smiled as he spoke, "and here to help lead us into that is Co-CEO and my little sister, Bra Briefs."

It's time. Steeling her nerves, Bra approached her brother to stand by his side. She looked out and around into the crowd before she spoke.

"Hello," the teen said confidently, "it gives me no greater pleasure or honor to work alongside my brother to help make our business bigger and better than ever."

That's when calamity started. Camera light flashing quickly while reporters shouted questions at the sibling duo. She had always been told not to address the press unless instructed to do so. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest from rattling nerves until Trunks grabbed her hand in assurance. He pointed at one reporter in the crowd with his free hand. The middle aged man stood up.

"Mister Briefs, your sister is only sixteen and a child."

Remember that murder is a crime, Bra.

"Is there a question?"

"Are you not worried that someone who isn't grown and hasn't experienced adulthood will bring ruin to the company?"

Bra felt Trunks' grip tighten on her hand as he responded to the man icly, "My sister has two master's degrees and a PhD. I assure you, while she may be sixteen she is smarter than you will ever be." He lifted his hand in a wave. "Thank you all for coming."

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At the residence of Gohan and Videl, the entire Son family had gathered around the TV to hear the announcement Bulma was making. The family cheered in unison when Trunks was announced as CEO, but at the revelation of Bra's position everyone freaked.

"Holy shit!" Pan exclaimed.

"Language!" Videl and ChiChi said in unison.

The youngest Son member 'booed' loudly at the reporter, but clapped happily at the elder sibling's response. "Yeah. Get 'em, Trunks!" She pumped a fist in the air. "No one disses my best friend!"

"Bra a CO-CEO at sixteen," Videl smiled. "You should take notes, Pan."

"Uhg! Mooom!" the seventeen year old whined. "Don't start. Just because I want to take a year off before college doesn't mean I won't ever go. Papa is the only genius in the family."

ChiChi smiled in accomplishment, "That's because I made him study. Discipline and focus. Leave my Pan with me and she will be as successful as my Gohan!"

"Not you too, grandma." Pan turned to Goku. "A little help here?"

The eldest Son just laughed.

Gohan adjusted the glasses on his face, "I hope the weight of those responsibilities don't bear down hard on the girl. Seems a whole lot to take on for someone so young."

Goten had been quiet the entire time. He watched as both of the siblings spoke, but something warm took over his body when Bra opened her mouth. He hadn't seen her in over a year, and she looked the same, yet so different. He felt a small tug at his heart. When did she start to look like an adult?

His thoughts were interrupted when Pan announced she was going to see Bra. Maybe he should pay Trunks a visit as well.

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Bra couldn't wait to get out of that suit and into something more comfortable. After the press hearing, Bulma announced that she and Trunks would be free of duties for the rest of her day since it was her last official day as CEO. Bra let down her hair and changed into a pair of black leggings and a mid-thigh white tank top. She had some final adjustments and packing to do for her grand plan, after all.

After ten minutes of typing away on her laptop, she felt a familiar energy touch down on her balcony. Her eyes never left the screen as her nimble fingers continued to type rapidly.

"Hey, Son."

"Hey, Briefs," Pan replied as she entered the bedroom. The older yet shorter of the two stood beside the bluenette watching her work. "You don't see your best friend for six months and this is the greeting I get?"

Bra frowned, "Give me, like, five minutes."

Pan began tapping her foot as fast as Bra was typing. The older Saiyan's face contorted in annoyment. The bluenette mused that the ebony hair teen had about as much patience as an ant ready to attack. Tapping a few more keys, Bra closed the laptop and stood up.

"Done," she then proceed to wrap her arms tightly around Pan, spinning her around while tightening her grip. "Is this what you want? Oh em gee, I missed you!"

Pan struggled against the younger teen's strength as she protested the display of affection.

"Stop, dammit!"

"Oh my best friiieeend!" Bra started singing in a terrible, off tune voice. She heard Pan blanch before breaking free of the grip. "What? You don't like my hug?"

The older girl rolled her eyes, "That was a bit too much even for me, but if you missed me as hard as you squeezed then we can call it even."

"It was so much more than that," she gave the other girl a real hug this time, "but I was afraid of crushing you to death."

Pan smacked her lips in annoyance, "You couldn't kick your way out of a garbage back."

"And you couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the bottom," Bra replied cooly.

"I'll make you eat those words," Pan slammed her fist into her open palm, grinning.

All Bra could do was make a face. She patted her friend the shoulder, "Sure, sure." She nodde her head towards the bed as the two girls floated further and say down cross legged from one another on the duvet. The bluenette sobered, "I've got everything packed in a capsule except my laptop."

"Extra food? Clothes? Feminine stuff?"

"Check, check, and check."

Pan scratched her cheek, "Why do we need your laptop again?"

"I have all sorts of stuff on there!" Bra defended. "Information about the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, training videos, notes on the fusion dance-"

"F-fusion?! You really have lost it. Why, B?"

"Because why the hell not?" Bra reached out and stopped Pan from rocking back and forth. "Who knows what we can achieve there!"

The youngest Son sighed, "I have a feeling I'm to get in so much trouble for this."

Bra laughed, but only for a millisecond. An energy she hadn't felt in so long had just landed on her lawn. She got off the bed running towards the stairs.

Goten.

Thump, thump. Her heart was beating so hard she wanted to throw up. He was here. She was about to see him, smell him. It had been a whole year since she had seen him last due to her studies and Trunks' job at Capsule Corp. Bra fixed her hair hastily before she opened the door.

And there he was. Her Adonis. Like all Son men, his arms were bulging with power as she knew the rest of his body did as well. What she would give to run her fingers over that skin. She imagined it was like a wet stone that they used to hone swords…smooth. Just smooth.

"Uh, hi."

Way to go. Some genius you are.

"Hey yourself!"

Bra had not thought he would hug her, but she welcomed the affection. She took in his scent of musk and the woods. It was almost enough to bring her to her knees. When he pulled away she didn't want to let him go.

"When did you get back?"

"Last night," she stepped aside to welcome him in and close the door. "I only told my family so I wouldn't be swarmed by the press at the airport. They are annoying."

"Trunks sure socked it to them earlier," he turned to her and gave her one of those trademark Son smile that melted her heart. "I'm so proud of you! I can't believe that little girl I played 'Unicorns and Princess' with is all grown up."

I will be soon enough. "No one else thinks that. I still look like a kid, but daddy says Saiyans have two main moments of growth in our lives. I'm just waiting on that second one to hit."

"That's where you went!" Pan's voice sounded out as she descended the stairs. "Decide to crash my welcome home party for Bra, Uncle Goten?"

"He's here for me, shrimp," Trunks replied as he appeared behind Pan, giving her a light tap on the head.

Pan grumbled, "All the easier for me to take you out at the knees, bastard."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" the lavender hair demi asked. He smirked at her. "So filthy for a lady."

Pan stomped her way to Bra making sure she stepped on Trunks' bare foot as she did so. He howled in pain jumping up on one foot.

"That's what you get, jerk!" Pan crossed her arms.

That's when she noticed how the males were dressed. Trunks had on a pair of black slacks with a deep purple button up. The top two buttons were left undone. Goten was wearing a pair of khaki denim pants with a midnight blue shirt. She was sure he had on another t-shirt underneath. He always did.

Bra cleared her throat, "Going out?"

"Yea! I figure I should congratulate my lifelong best friend for his new job," Goten said. "Do you girls want to come?"

"What?"

"Absolutely not," Trunks shot the invitation down just as quickly as it had left Goten's mouth. "As much as I love my little sister, I couldn't have fun knowing she was there."

"That's fine!" Pan looped her arm through Bra's. "We have our own plans, anyway."

"Oh. And what's that?"

"Learn to read minds and then you'll know," Pan began to drag her away from the male duo. "Later, losers."

Bra took one last look at Goten. She gave a small wave before the other two disappeared. Once back in her quarters, Bra pulled her arm from Pan's.

"What gives?"

"I'm ready to do this," Pan was ferocious. Something must have reached that nerve because she was fuming. "No backing down."

Bra nodded in agreement, "We stay for two days. If we get there tonight around eight we will be out by Sunday at eight." She began to pace. "We will keep our ki low as not to be sensed. We can only stay two days or the aging will be too obvious. The training area is ten times Earth's gravity. The air gets denser the farther inside we go."

Pan was nodding as Bra spoke. She pointed at the bag on the floor. When had that gotten there? Bra supposed Pan brought it when she came in through the balcony.

"I brought some things to keep me busy."

"I can also work on my schematics and presentation to the board. I'll literally have two years to perfect it!"

"All I have to do is call my mom and let her know we're having a girls' vacation. She won't think twice."

Bra's look was a combination of annoyance and impatience, "Pitter patter, Pan. Get it done."

"So bossy," the older girl took out her phone. "Capsule Corp doesn't know what's about to get them."

As Pan made the phone call, Bra's mind drifted off to Goten and the way he looked at her. She knew he still thought she was a child, too, even if she had the mind capacity that probably exceeded almost everyone in West City. It didn't matter, though.

After today, no one would call her a a child

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The female duo kept their ki as low as possible until they got away from Capsule Corp. Then they increased it to be able to fly faster. Bra looked at the time on her watch as they flew up and up into the cloud's towards Kami's Lookout. 7:30 p.m. They had thirty minutes to get inside the doors in order to be out on Sunday at the same time.

Bra looked over at Pan as they continued to ascend. The Lookout came into view.

"Just follow me and act natural," the bluenette said loudly, "and don't say anything stupid."

Pan rolled her eyes, "Do you take me for my uncle? Jeez."

That comment plucked at a nerve inside Bra, but she pushed it aside. They were about to spend two years together. With the plans and ideas she had, getting along and working together was absolutely necessary. If not, everything she had been working on in her personal life would blow up in flames. Aging was not only the goal, but to also become stronger. Strong enough she could spar with Trunks and Vegeta without them having to worry about hurting her if they went Super Saiyan.

They touched down at the resident of Earth's Guardian. Not even a minute passed before Dende appeared to greet them.

"Hello Pan and Bra," he greeted them with respect.

Pan put her arms behind her head, trying to be nonchalant about the situation, "We didn't wake you, did we?"

"Girl," Bra whispered before speaking normally, "Namekiens don't sleep."

Dende extended his arm out towards Bra as she answered correctly, "Is there anything I can help you with at this hour? Is someone hurt?"

Don't chicken out. Be persuasive with your tone. "I just returned from studying overseas. Pan and I were flying around and I mentioned how long it had been since we have been up here. We wanted to see how you were and possibly visit for a while?" Bra smiled sweetly at the green alien despite her devious intent.

Dende seemed to sense nothing, but clapped his hands together excitedly, "I never get visitors. Wander around all you like. I'll go get Mr. Popo and we will make some refreshments for you two ladies."

As his figure disappered, Bra held her head low. I'm sorry, Dende. I hope you don't hold this against me.

Bra nodded her head for Pan to follow her. She flipped open her wrist watch and hit a button that displayed a small map of The Lookout. They went inside the temple and followed the map until they stood in front of a large wooden door with a clock above it.

The two girls looked at one another and nodded. They held hands as Bra opened the door. They stepped inside the room while the door shut behind them with a resounding slam.

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Vegeta had just finished in the Gravity Room when a feeling of dread crept up his spine. The absolute worst thing that could have happened just transpired.

His daugher's ki signature disappeared. He knew what that meant. The Saiyan Prince wasted no time as he took off to the sky with a boiling rage in his soul.

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AN: Plot revealed. Well, sort of? I hope you guys enjoyed it!