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Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy write Akira Toriyama.

Ok, people�I hate repeating myself, but this story like all the others is totally mine! Anyone who says otherwise can take it up with me or be shot! Now, you obviously know that this is a Bra/17 fic. I�ve recently written *I Am Not the Killer* being my first story on the couple. I�ve come to like writing about the two and have decided to write yet another. This is totally different from *I Am Not the Killer*, so I hope you like it!

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Bra- 18

17- 19

Trunks- 23

Pan- 17

Marron- 21

Make up other ages as you please.

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Chapter 1

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Moon Baby

Saiyans: A might race of fools consumed with pride, they know nothing. Saiyans are almost chi children if you think about it. Something doesn�t go the way they want and they throw a fit, destroying everything that can get their hands on.
Saiyan men are the worst, thinking only of themselves. No love for their wives and children. The main reason for claiming a mate wasn�t for love, but reproduction and pleasure. Saiyan�s are truly a sad race of cold hearts, though they always came out on top in whatever they came up against.
Saying such things could have a person sent to the torture chamber to have they tongue removed. Who would have the guts to speak so ill mannered of the Saiyan race, but the Great Saiyan Princess herself.
Being born on Planet Vegeta was no picnic. Being the daughter of the king of all Saiyan�s wasn�t easy, constantly having someone fallowing you, waiting on you hand and foot. It sounds great, but after while you find yourself feeling like a helpless child.
Naturally, she was thought to fight and control her Saiyan powers, but not long after her 16^th birthday, she found herself to be more powerful then half the King�s personal body guards.
Of course, Vegeta would expect this little girl to be powerful, after all she was his child, earning her a spot in his Top Assassins List, but no matter what she did or how hard she tried, she could never beat her brother.
Trunks was the leader on Vegeta�s Assassins, leaving Bra 2^nd in command. Something she didn�t take lightly. Ever since she was little, she was used to winning. There wasn�t anyone who could beat her until it came to her brot Soo Soon Vegeta was no longer sending Bra out on missions.
Whenever there was a problem, Trunks was always called and Bra was left in her room staring at the ceiling, wondering why she bothered to breath anymore. Killing herself was more tempting then her mother and fathers constant bellowing of marriage to a young Saiyan man.
The idea of marrying a Saiyan made her nocuous, but marriage to another race was forbidden even though her own father bro broken that law when he married her mother. Disgrace should have come to the family when he married a weak human woman, but he didn�t care. Unlike most Saiyans, Vegeta loved his wife.
He took her mother, Bulma, after the destruction of the human race on Earth, turning it into a slave planet where humans dug up natural nutrients for Saiyan prophet. They lived like animals, being sold to the highest bidder. Bra found it to be disgusting.
Nothing was pleasurable to her as the days passed, having to sit around the dinner table listening to Trunks telling her father how he�s got the human resistance on earth on the run. Soon she stopped showing up for dinner entirely, not that anyone noticed.
Living the life of a Saiyan Princess just isn�t everything it�s cracked up to be�
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�You there, boy!� Vegeta shouted from her throne at a nervous looking human slave, who jumped and fell into a table.
�Yes, sir!� He replied, fumbling to keep a glass vase from hitting the floor and shattering to pieces.
Vegeta took a deep breath in annoyance as the vase did indeed shatter at the young boys feet. �Summon the princess at once! I must speak with her and I�m not taking no for an answer from her!�
Yes, my lord! Of course, my lord! I�ve very sorry, my lord!� The boy rambled loudly, trying to pick up the pieces of the broken vase.
�Just leave it and summon my daughter!� Vegeta yelled, getting to his feet in a fury.
�Sorry my lord! How stupid of me!� The boy stuttered, running for the throne rooms doors.
When the doors closed Vegeta took his seat next to his wife. �I don�t see why you insist on keeping these young human kids as slaves. They would do better in the mines.�
Bulma smiled as a thick vein popped out of Vegeta�s forehead. �Calm yourself, you know what happened last time.�
Vegeta grunted and turned his gaze from her. �These humans�they bring more trouble then they�re worth.�
�Your forgetting I�m human, Vegeta. I hope your not implying that I�m more trouble then I�m worth.� She said coyly.
Vegeta caught her playfulness and turned back to his blue haired beauty. �Your worth all the trouble in the world, my love.�
Bulma smiled as Vegeta fed into her ego. �That�s what I thought.� She said, putting her hand out to him.
Vegeta took her hand and placed a single kiss upon it then looked up at her. �Can�t we rid ourselves of humans after we�ve sucked their planet dry?�
�Your thinking ahead of yourself once again. We�ve only just begun to tap the natural minerals the Earth has to offer. I�d give it another 5 years then maybe you can do away with the humans.� Bulma said, sneering in the opposite direction on her husband. She really did love Vegeta, but she was human after all.
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Somewhere deep within the palace walls the young humoy moy made his way to a mass of giant doors reading Princess Bra written in red spray paint. Leave it to Bra to be the rebel.
He knocked, but no one answered. He slowly cracked one of the doors to Bra�s room and was hit hard with the smells of burning incense of jasmine. He slid into the room curiously and felt a warm tingling sensation growing inside of him.
He fallowed a strand of purple lights when he hit a set of 5 purple steps. He walked up them slowly, coming to a large bed with giant, silk purple bed curtains hanging freely around it. The young boy gulped and moved one side of the curtain out of the way to peer inside the dark mass of purple and blue silk sheets.
In the mess of pillows and blankets, he found the soft flesh of the Saiyan Princess� back as she lay on her stomach, a silk sheet hanging loosely around her waist. The young boy began to shake with nervousness as he realized she was naked.
�Um, Prin�Princess.� He stuttered.
Bra groaned and turned to head to the other side as two Saiyan males appeared on both sides of her. The boys face became pale as he turned to leave the room in embarrassment when a hand gripped his shoulder tightly.
�Your not getting away with coming in and waking me up without telling me why.� Bra said in a husky voice.
�Sorry, Princess.� He said, turning back to face her.
Bra was sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet to her breast lazily. �Let me guess, my father sent you?� She asked coldly, sliding off the side of the bed.
�Yes, he wished to speak with you.� He answered, fallowing her down the steps.
�Haven�t spoken to him for weeks. Probably wants me to do some shit job.� She mumbled, slamming her hip into the side of her vanity mirror in the dark. �Goddamn it!� She growled, hitting the light switch on the side of the wall.
Everything in the room lit up as the purple lights faded. Bra sat down in front of her mirror and pulled a cigarette out of it�s case.
�Smoking isn�t good for you Princess.�
Bra laughed, lighting it. �You only live once.� She said, blowing the smoke in his direction causing him to cough. �If my father wants to see me, he�s going to have to wait. Tell him that, will you?�
The boy bowed and left Bra�s sight.
�Poor kid, this place has him scared shitless.� She said, chuckling to herself. �Imagine that.�
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�What do you mean, I�ll have to wait!!� Vegeta shouted, getting to his feet.
�That�s what the Princess told me to tell you, my lord.� The boy said, cowering before him in hopes of not getting a lashing.
�Who does she think she is! I wait for no one!� Vegeta barked, slamming his fist down on his arm rests. The blood vein in his forehead was being to bulge like never before. You could actually see the blood rushing through it.
�Vegeta! Your going to have a heartache if you don�t calm down. Maybe she has a good reason for making us wait.� Bulma said in her daughters defiance.
�We�ll see about that!� Vegeta growled, sitting down. �You may go!�
�Yes, sir!� The boy squeaked, running from the throne room.
No long after Bra had dressed in her famous red leather outfit and was making her way through the hallway.
�Get the hell out of my way!� She shouted, knocking Saiyan guard to the side like they were nothing. �Why the hell are you standing in the halls anyway! Don�t you have something better to be doing like kissing my father�s ass, so he doesn�t rid himself of you!� She shouted, slamming the throne room doors open.
Servants already in the room grabbed the doors and held them open as Bra stood before them with her hands on her hips. �You called.� She snapped, glaring at her father.
�Bra, how nice it is for you to grace us with your presence.� Vegeta said, trying to control his temper.
�Huh!� She chucking, walking towards her mother and father. �What is it this time?� She asked.
�Since your bringing it up so soon, I�m sending you off on a job.� He answered.
Bra nod her head and put her hands back on her hips. �I should have guessed. You always send me off one some bullshit assignment when Trunks gets all the important ones leaving him to claim all the glory.�
Vegeta just about jumped out of his seat when Bulma grabbed his arm. �That�s not true, Bra.� She said, narrowing her eyes on him. �The human rebels on Earth have taken another mining camp. Trunks has been unable to track the leader-.�
�Oh, so your asking me to bail out your great leader, huh? Ha!� Bra snapped.
�No, that�s not what we�re asking. Trunks doesn�t need bailing out, he just needs you help.� Bulma said calmly.
�Trunks is good at taking things by force. He�s not an assassin like you. We haven�t needed you in such a long time because we never knew where the leader of the Human Resistance Force of Earth was, but we think we�ve found him.� Vegeta explained.
Bra put her hand under her chain and smacked her lips together. �You want me to go behind enemy lines and kill the leader of the Human Resistance.�
�Exactly.�
�Why can�t Trunks just send his men in and do it?� Bra asked, not liking the idea.
�He�ll catch wind of what�s going on and flee before Trunks and the others can reach him. It�s a job for my top assassin. You�re the only one who knows how to infiltrate the enemy and kill their leader before anyone notices.�
Bra laughed hysterically out loud at her father. �All of a sudden I�m your top assassin! Oh, that�s funny!�
Before Vegeta could say another word the palace rooms flew open once again as Trunks came walking in with a giant smile on his face.
Vegeta�s face automatically lit up with joy. �Trunks! Welcome home!�
�It�s good to be home.� He replied, walking up and standing next to Bra. �How�s my little sister! Did you miss me?� He asked, putting his arm around her shoulder.
Bra leaned away and narrowed her eyes. �You were gone?� She asked.
�Your such a kidder, Bra!� He said obnoxiousllapplapping her on the back.
Bra was jolted forward and throw her elbow back expecting to hit him in the chest, but hit nothing for Trunks had left her side to hugs his mother. �Dumb ass��
�What was that?� Vegeta asked.
�Nothing�� She lied, crossing her arms.
�Look at them! Acting as though he�s god! He�s not better then anyone else!� Bra thought, feeling anger build up inside of her.
�We were just asking your sister if she would take the job.� Vegeta said as Trunks left the throne to stand next to his sister again.
�Really?� He said, turning to her. �Are you excepting?� He asked.
Bra felt like walking up to her father and strangling the life from him that very moment. She would have told her parents to kiss off, but not with Trunks standing there. Knowing they needed her to do something he couldn�t meant nothing to her, but having Trunks know she could do something he couldn�t�was glorious!
�Yeah, I�ll except.� She said proudly.
�That�s great!� Trunks said, smacking her on the shoulder once more.
Bra clenched her teeth and returned the savor, knocking Trunks forward, smiling stupidly.
Trunks paid no attention as he turned back to their parents. �I almost forgot! I�m engaged for marriage!�
Bra�s jaw just about dropped off as Vegeta and Bulma seemed to be filled with joy.
�What moron of a woman did he trick into marrying him?� Bra wondered as Marron came walking into the throne room.
�I know you wanted me to marry a Saiyan woman, but my heart tells me otherwise. Marron and I are in love.� Trunks said, pulling her into his arms.
�Are you sure about this, Trunks?� Bulma asked.
�Sure as I�ll ever be!� He answered.
Vegeta patted Trunks on the back. �Then we�ll have a celebration to congratulate the both of you!�
Bra would have reached up and thrown the hair from her head if it wasn�t for the pride she took in her looks.
�Of course! They celebrate when I�m leaving! That�s just like them!� She through, leaving the room in a silent tantrum.
Marron was the only one who seemed to notice and came running after Bra. �Wait!� She called.
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