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Disclaimer- I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy write Akira Toriyama.
‘’ Means thoughts
Bra- 18
17- 19
Future Trunks- 23
Pan- 17
Marron- 21
Make up other ages as you please.
Results May Very
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Chapter 2
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Worlds Collide
As Bra’s ship founds it’s way towards the barren wastelands of Earth, she sat, staring out the window. Something about this mission just didn’t seem right. She didn’t understand why she was sent to Earth to kill one person. Surely, after the human’s leader was done for they would find another to take his place.
She couldn’t help, but think there was more to this story when he father was telling her, but figured she might as well get something out of being on Earth without her brother being there as her ship docked the landing strip not far from the mines.
“Earth,” She said, looking at the humans as they were forced to work. “What a shit hole.”
As her ship touched down, swarms of Saiyan guards surrounded her.
“I’m never going to get a moments peace.” She said, opening the bay doors. She was greeted by two Saiyan Generals as she set foot on the crusted earth floor. There wasn’t the slightest hint of plant life as she peered over the mountains of grayish brown rocks and dirt.
“We’re glad to see you made it here safely, Princess.” Said one of the female generals.
Bra rolled her eyes ignoring her words entirely. Leave it to one of her own kind to think she wasn’t capable of flying a spaceship. Just what had her brother been telling people?
“We trust you’ll be doing your job and leaving as soon as possible. This place isn’t suitable for a our Princess.” Said the leading man in command. He was a very young attractive Saiyan with long blonde hair, unusual for a Saiyan male in his calm state, wearing thick armor.
“Who’s in charge?” Bra asked, looking around questionably, though she already knew the answer.
“I am,” The young Saiyan answered. “Four Star General, Lee.”
Bra’s nose twitched as she raised her eye brows. “So, you’ll be giving the orders around here?”
The General hesitated for a moment, thinking his reply over carefully. “Yes, I’ve been giving the orders as I receive them from Plant Vegeta from our king.”
Bra chuckled, crossing her arms. One thing was for sure…this one wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of busting her ego on telling him off for thinking he was still in charge as long as she was around.
“Well, Mr. Four Star General Lee. I don’t want to be bothered while I’m here. I’m sure my father has filled you in on my mission and-”
“Let’s talk in my office, Princess.” He interrupted hastily.
Bra glared, glancing at the others standing around them. She caught on quickly, the mountains must have been swarming with human resistant forces just waiting to hear what the arrive of the Alien’s Princess meant.
“As you wish, but let’s get one thing straight. I take orders from no one.” She snapped.
A cocky smirk flashed across the Saiyan’s face as he turned to lead her to their Military Base. “Of course, a woman of your stature should be giving orders, not taking them.” He replied hotly.
Bra put her hands on her hips and tilted her eyes at him. He was flirting with her…shamelessly. There was something charming about him she had to admit. At lease he knew how to avoid her wrath, maybe he would feed into her ego.
She fallowed him to the doors of the base cautiously. Earth was new and she didn’t know much about humans. She had to be ready for anything as her brother once said. “Humans are so unpredictable, you never know when they’ll do something incredibly stupid.” She was just waiting for some moron human to jump out at her…that would be the worst mistake of their miserable life.
“You know, General. No one likes a kiss ass. You’ll make the others jealous if I give you all the attention.” She said, teasingly as he slid his access card through the security lock.
He turned with his arm facing the doors, welcoming her, as they slid open. “I’d never think of it, Princess.” He said, smiling smugly.
Bra put her hands down to her sides and stepped in front of him under the doors. “Just remember, General. I am the Princess and any ill-mannered advances will result in you losing a limb or two.”
He turned and watched her walk away as the doors closed behind him. He couldn’t help, but check her out in her tight mini skirt. Red was the color of passion after all and you’d have to be daft to not want to watch every movement the curves of her body made as she walked.
The Saiyan shook his head clear as he came to realization, she was doing it on purpose. The flicking of her bluish green hair had given her away as she glanced back at him. She was hot and she knew it.
After she was born, her father made a written law stating that every Saiyan male had to abide by it or suffer consequence.
*Any man caught touching the King’s daughter will be sentenced to having his hands lopped off at the wrists*
…well, what the King doesn’t know won’t hurt them.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself, Princess. I don’t think much of the ill-mannered ness would be coming from me.” He said, fallowing her down the hall as Saiyan Guards and other personnel moved out of the way.
Bra smirking and slightly nodded her head. Well, he was right…the King’s law never said she couldn’t touch them. Besides, why shouldn’t she have any fun while on a mission? Trunks does…it’s time she gets her’s.
“It’s this way to the right.” He said, turning her down the hallway. They stopped at a large metal door reading “General Lee’s office”
Bra rolled her eyes. “Couldn’t get anything bigger?” She asked, mockingly.
He pulled out his security card again and opened the door before walking in. Bra crossed her arms and tried not to look too impressed. His office didn’t look like an ordinary office at all. Instead of your ordinary metal desk and chairs, he sat in a black leather chair in front of an oak desk with a large sofa in front of that and a giant brick fire place to the right.
“Are you sure this is your office, General?” She asked, sitting down on the sofa, crossing her legs.
He tried to ignore her skirt line which had ran further up her thighs by leaning against the fire place and staring into it.
“This isn’t where I hold my normal meetings. I’m going to be here for a long time, so I figure I’d better make myself comfortable.” He said, glancing over at her. She’d leaned back on the sofa and spread her arms along the top of it so every curve was visible to him.
“Well, if this is what your “office” looks like, I can’t wait to see your bedroom.” She said, slyly.
The Saiyan almost choked and straightened his stance. “Getting down to business,” He said, taking his set at the desk a crossed from her. “Your father wished for you to infiltrate the enemies base and kill their leader as quickly as possible and return home tomorrow.”
Bra slammed her hands down on the sofa and jumped up out of her seat. “What!” She shouted. “How can he expect me to find where they’re hiding by tonight! I don’t even know where to start looking and if I do find them what makes him think it’s going to be as easy as iundsunds?!”
“He also said to send you home right away if you felt you couldn’t handle it. I think it was something about Trunks having to bail you out like always.” He said, rubbing his chin in thought.
Bra’s right eye twitched. “He said that?” She asked, trying to control her temper.
He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Yes, but I don’t agree. Being under Trunks’ command was…well, let’s just say everyone was happy when he left to get married, leaving me in command.”
Bra smirked and sat on the corner of his desk, feeling a change in mood. “I wouldn’t be too sure on that one. Trunks may have left you in charge, but I’m here and I’ve always been second in command, therefore I’ll be the one giving all the orders.”
“Don’t get too head strong, Princess. The King has given me strike orders that I’m not to let you out of my sight until you’ve accomplished your job and are on your way back to Planet Vegeta.”
“That’s bullshit!” Bra shouted as her temper started to rise. “I’m not a little girl anymore! He can’t do this to I’m I’m a goddamn ASSASSIN! Assassins don’t have babysitters!”
He sighed deeply and leaned closer to her. “He just wants to make sure you do your job. He thinks you’ll fall astray from your mission.”
“Of course he does.” She said, noticing him admiring her once again. She suddenly smirked and leaned closer to him. “I just want to have a little fun while I’m here, don’t you want to have a little fun?” She asked, grabbing his metal shoulder armor, and pulled his lips close to her’s.
“Um, this is a mining slave plant, Princess.” He said nervously. “Your not going to find anything with the word fun in it.”
Bra pouted and ran her hand a crossed his cheek and down his neck. “I don’t know about that.” She said seductively, batting her eyelashes at him. “Sounds like you haven’t had any fun in a long time and I can think of a few activities you might enjoy.” She said, breathing hot air into his ear. “How long as if been, General?” She asked, biting on his earlobe. “Since you’ve been with a woman?”
The Saiyan closed his eyes tight trying to control his urges. “Don’t temp me.” He pleaded.
Bra smirked. “Don’t you find me attractive? I know you do…you haven’t been this close to a girl like me in a long time. I know you want to, so stop fighting.”
“Damn it.” He said quietly, giving into her. He grabbed her wrists roughly and threw her to the desk. Bra smirked wildly and wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned over her.
“Watch those hands…you might wake up one morning to find them hanging on my father’s wall.” Bra said, playfully as he traced kisses down her next.
“Guess I’ll make sure not to use my hands.” He said, barring his face in the mounds of her breasts.
Suddenly without warning, his office door flew open with his second in command standing in the doorway looking very shaken. “Sir!” He shouted.
The Saiyan jumped up off of Bra and moved as far away from her as possible. “Uh, what is it?” He asked, becoming nervous as Bra stood up and straightened her skirt, irritated.
“The rebels have stormed the dinning halls! Their leader is with them! We can’t hold them back.” He explained.
“What?!” He said, turning to face Bra who was smiling deviously.
“Good, I’ve been waiting for a good fight! If their leader ry isy is here, they’ve made my job easier.” She said, running from the room.
On the way out of his office Lee grabbed his second general by his shoulder and stopped him. “I’m going to trust that your not going to tell anyone what you’ve just seem between the Princess and I.”
“No, sir. As your friend.” He answered.
Bra ran to the front doors and opened them to find herself in what looked to be a battle field. Saiyans and humans ran about everywhere fighting one another. She had to admit, some of the humans were pretty good fighters, though the only way she could tell who were human and who were Saiyans was all the humans were forced to have their heads shaved at one time or another to keep the spread of lice down.
Most of the humans were surrounding a very large human male who looked as though he hadn’t had his head shaved for a while. She figured he had to be there leader or they wouldn’t be protecting him the way they were.
“Hey you!” Bra shouted, pointing at him.
He stopped and turned to see who was shouted at him.
“Come down here, so I can kill you and put an end to your little resistance!” She said, running towards the pile of humans who were rushing the Military walls of the dinning hall.
Some of them tried attacking her, but she quickly put a halt to it by punching one in the stomach and throwing another into a charging group. She was almost to him when a foot came out of nowhere, hitting her in the face. She fell backwards and shook her head in confusion as she sat up.
How the hell did she miss that!? No human was capably of landing such a powerful blow that would knock her off her feet. As she held the right side of her face, she shook her head trying to force the blur from her eyes as a figure stood in front of her.
She looked up to find a human dressed in all black with a mask over their face and a hood over their head. All she could see was their eyes…a crystal blue. This one was also dressed better then the rest of them. She figured this was the one who had slipped the kick in when her guard was down. She also figured she made a mistake of thinking the big guy was the leader…the one dressed in black was obviously the leader, no one else could have gotten her off her guard so easily.
The one standing before her chuckled and shook their head as though they were saying “What were you thinking!”
Bra clenched her teeth and got to her feet. “Your going to regret that, human scum!”
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Hmm….well, Bra didn’t think she was going to have any fun, but I think she is. The one in black is going to be road kill if they’re not careful…the Saiyan Princess doesn’t like being kicked in the face. Well, please review. I really like this chapter, so I hope you do as well. Thanks!
-Missy
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