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

Bra- 18

17- 19

Future Trunks- 23

Pan- 17

Marron- 21

Make up other ages as you please.

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Chapter 6

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Honor Thy Father�Not!

After getting out of the bubble bath, Bra on a robe and laid down on the giant bed. 17 seemed to be the only thing on her mind. No Trunks, Vegeta, or Lee. She wasn�t even thinking about her mission. The thought was killing the dark haired annoyance was the farthest thing from her mind.
�He�s so annoying!� She said quietly to herself. �Some nerv that guys has�talking to me like I�m some nobody! Out of all the egotistical jerks I�ve met in my life, he has to be the worst!�
Her anger quickly faded as a smile flashed across her face. �It�s not my fault he�s brave and cares for his people before himself.�
Bra became all googily eyed and had to slap herself. �How clueless and naïve�they�d just as soon as kill him if it were worth enough. What a heroic moron.� She mumbled, becoming drowsy.
She mumbled a few more words before slipping off into a soundless slumber.
Two floors down General Lee had received a phone call from Planet Vegeta.
�I didn�t expect you to be calling so soon, your highness.� Lee said as a giant screen with Vegeta�s face hovered before him.
�I figured I�d see who Bra was doing. Has she moved out yet?� Vegeta asked, sitting on his thrown.
Lee put his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed at a tense muscle. �She refuses to come out of her room, sir.�
A familiar vein budged out of Vegeta�s forehead as he moved closer to the TV screen. �What?� He questioned, doing his best not to yell.
Lee swallowed hard. �She�she won�t come out of her room.� He repeated.
Vegeta crushed the orb he was holding in his hand and grabbed the TV screen with both hands after dropping the mangled orb. �What happened to your nose, General?�
Lee looked down as though he was going to be able to see his nose. �What are you talking about?� He asked stupidly.
Vegeta sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. �I�m not in the mood for games, General.�
Lee looked shocked as though he�d had forgotten. �Oh!� He said loudly. �Your wondering why I have a bandage over my nose.�
Vegeta slapped his lips together, growing tired.
Lee chuckled to himself nervously. �Um, the human resistance attacked the base and I was hit in the nose.� He lied.
�Ok.� Vegeta said, rubbing his eyes. �I�m getting the impression that my daughter isn�t happy about me keeping tabs on her. Nothing is going to lead me to believe some human did that to you.�
Lee sighed and put his head down. �Yes, sir. I�m sorry I lied.�
�I don�t have time for this, General! I want to speak to my daughter now!� He ordered.
�But-I think she�s sleeping��
�I don�t care! Wake her up!� He shouted.
�Yes, sir.�
Lee did as he was told and got into the elevator. He stopped and walked to Bra�s room muttering swear words. He stopped and knocked on her room hoping that did earn him another blow to the face.
�Princess, are you up?� He asked, cracking the door a bit.
Bra stirred a little, but didn�t wake. She was dead a sleep.
Lee stepped in the room and closed the door softly behind him. He walked quietly to the side of the bed and sat down next to her.
�Princess?� He asked, poking her arm.
She rolled over more on her back causing her robe to fall open. The tops of her breast were exposed to the world as Lee swallowed hard.
�Your fathers on the screen�he wants to speak with you.� He whispered so not even he could hear it. Lee shifted his eyes around thom aom and placed his hand just above her collarbone.
He was about to slid his hand over one of her breast as there was the sound of a gun clicking. He looked down to see that both Bra�s eyes were now open and looking directly at him. He glanced to the side realizing there was a gun being held to his head.
�Now, General. I thought you understood my father�s rules perfectly.� She said looking down at his hand that was barley above her breasts.
�I�d remove your hand unless you want to lose it.� She said, sliding the gun across his cheek to his chin.
Lee swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled his hand away from her.
Bra smiled and sat up on her knees still holding the gun to his head. �I don�t believe I gave you permission to touch me this time, General.�
�I�m sorry, Princess�I don�t know what I was thinking.�
Small beads of sweat were beginning to form along his forehead.
�I know exactly what you were thinking. Just because I gave you some of the goods earlier in no way means you can just take some whenever you want.� She said, pulling her robe shut finally.
�Of course not.� He replied, sweat rolling down his cheek.
�So, is there a reason to why you�ve come into my room and woken me up or we�re you just looking to cop a feel?� She asked, lowering the gun just above his groin.
Lee shut his eyes not knowing if he should quiver in fear or arousal. �The King�s on the screen and he wishes to talk with you.�
Bra dropped her hand to her side and growled angrily. �Checking up on me then.� She said, getting off the bed on the other side.
Lee opened his eye and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighing in relief.
�Please leave so I can get dressed. Tell my father I�ll be there in a moment.� She said, walking into the bathroom.
Lee did as she asked and returned to the communications room.
Shortly after, Bra came walking through the doors of the counteractions room. She pushed people out of her way and stood in front of the screen with her father�s face on it.
�What the hell to you want?� She snapped.
Vegeta chuckled to himself in disbelief at her nerv to disrespect him in front of all the people in the room. �Leave us!� He ordered.
Everyone besides Bra and Lee scattered around him fear, fighting their way out of the door.
�I�ll be outside if you need anything.� Lee said, leaving the room.
�Why haven�t you begun your mission, yet?� Vegeta asked roughly as another face came on the screen. It was Trunks.

�Hey�Hey, sis! How�s it going?� He asked, excitedly.
Bra rolled her eyes and looked away from the screen. �It�s going��
�That�s good.� He said, pulling the screen away from Vegeta so she couldn�t see him. �Someone wants to say something to you.� Trunks said as Pan showed up.
�Bra!� She shouted, hanging on Trunks� arm. �You missed my 18^th birthday!� She said, pouting. �You left me here to be entertained by this moron!�
�Hey!� Trunks said, nudging her lightly. �That�s not what you said last night.�
Bra�s face fell onto one of those �duh�� positions and grabbed the screen.
�What do you mean last night? What happened last night!� Bra asked hysterically, shaking the screen.
�Nothing.� Pan said, giggling as Trunks smirked.
Bra shook her head and narrowed her eyes on Trunks. �So, where�s Marron, Trunks?� She asked suspiciously.
Trunks stopped smirking and looked at her. �I don�t know. I�m sure she�s around here somewhere...haven�t seen her since last night.�
�What exactly have you been doing since they sent me to this shit hole?� She asked becoming aggravated.
�Nothing, what have you been doing?� Trunks asked, smiling at Pan again.
Bra sighed and cracked her neck. �Let me tell you!� She said, letting go of the screen. �Dad�s had people following me like-�
�Ok, that�s enough! I�ve have to talk to your sister about her job, so if you don�t mind.� Vegeta said shooing the both of them from the thrown room.
�How dare you do something like this to me!� Bra snapped.
Vegeta turned his attention back to her and glared. �I did what I had to do.�
�Bullshit! How could you sneak around my back like this! I�m an assassin, I work alone and on my own terms!� She shouted, picking something up and throwing it across the room.
�Calm down, Bra! I�m just trying to make sure you don�t get into any trouble.� He said in his defense.
�I don�t need yatchatching over me! I�ve completed a million missions without so much as a scratch!� She yelled, picking up a chair.
�Maybe I should send Trunks back in. This doesn�t seem to be working out.�
Bra was about to throw the chair, but stopped and glared over at Vegeta. �You know what.� She said, walking over to the screen. �FUCK OFF!!� She screamed, slamming the chair into the screen.
Vegeta�s face became blurry as the screen fell to the ground. There was a giant crack in the middle of it.
Bra leaned over it and looked down at her father�s face. �I�ll finish this mission on my own and prove I�m better then Trunks once and for all! Until then, you just mind your own fucking business and let me take care of mine, you nosy son-of-a-bitch!�
With that said, Bra bashed the crap out of the screen until the feed from Planet Vegeta was lost and her father�s face could no longer be seen.
Bra growled loudly and dropped the chair as Lee came running in. He stopped when Bra looked at him, brushing the hair that had fallen into her eyes to the side.
�I�ll be leaving now, General.� She said, walking passed him.
Lee nod his head and looked at the damage before him. Bra was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Nicholas Bledsoe- I wouldn�t say they were really �talking� to the clumps of hair�well, maybe Bra was, but they�ve got a lot on their minds 6.6

-Missy

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