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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- 18
Marron- 21
Goten- 22
Results May Very
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Chapter 9
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Right Here Waiting For You
Bra found herself in an underground tunnel trudging through a substance she’d rather have remain nameless. It was green, wet, and mushy. It reminded her of baby vomit and the stench was becoming unbearable.
Plugging her nose, she realized she was the only one who had a problem with the surroundings.
“How much further?” Asked a young girl about 5 years of age, grabbing on to 17’s pant lag.
He looked down at her and smiled. “We’re almost there, I promise.” He answered, crouching down next to her. “Want me to carry you the rest of the way?”
The little girl gave the biggest smile Bra ever saw as he lifted her into his arms. It didn’t make any sense to her. Why did he continue helping people? What the hell was he getting out of it? Certainly not money for self-gratification. It was almost as though he felt he owed it to them.
She kept to the back of the group as they neared their destination. It was an old subway system the Saiyan’s obviously didn’t know about. They never charted the whole plant, they couldn’t. They stayed where the mining was good ignored everywhere else and they wondered why there where so many rebels running around…
17 stopped everyone in the subway station to rest as him and his sister disappeared. She didn’t get a good look at where they’d gotten off to, but it didn’t matter. She’d find him and complete her mission. She even thought about killing his sister for being such a suspicions bitch.
She dropped down onto the train tracks when no one was looking and crawled on top of one of the abandoned trains. She kneeled down throwing the hood from her face and opened her beg. The human clothing was thrown to the ground as it was replaced by tight black leather.
One sleeveless leather corset, pair of leather pants, black boots, and a trench coat later she was strapping her weapons in place. She strapped her guns to her back beneath the trench coat and strapped the two dangers to the outside of her thighs.
She stood on top of the train flipping her hair back. Guys would drop dead seeing her there. She was dressed to kill and I mean literally.
She didn’t waist time jumping to a metal support beam through a broken ceiling panel. She swung between bars until she came to some power cables. She crouched in front of it and pulled a dagger from it’s sheath.
“Lights out.” smi smirked, slashing the wires. Everything went black as the woman and children let out frightened screams at the sudden darkness. She heard someone moving around just ahead of her as a door slammed.
There were foot steps as 18 came running down the stairs holding a candle.
“That’s a good little sister. Lead me right to him.” Bra said with a smile putting her weapon away. She crawled further up in the ceiling untie she found the flicker of a candle from a whole in one of the ceiling panels.
She walked across the metal support beams making sure not to step on the panels or she’d fall through and all hell would breaking lose. As she made her way closer to the light as little bits of dust and dry wall fell on top of 17 who knelt over a pile of papers.
Eyebrows raised, he stared suspiciously at the pieces and shock the rest out of his long black hair. He slowly lifted his head to look up at the ceiling, scratching his head.
“Damn rats.” He said, turning back to the papers not giving it another thought.
Coming to the hole in the panel, 17 had his back turned to her. There was a sword strapped to his back, but it meant nothing to her. All she needed was one good shot, never giving him a chance to use it on her. She slowly lowered herself down not making a single sound as she grabbed both guns getting ready to pull them out.
17 glanced to the side and smirked. “I thought you’d never get here!” He said, getting to his feet and driving behind a nearby ticket booth as Bra pulled her guns and opened fire.
He landed on his chest quickly turning to his back as his breathing increased. It had been a long time since anyone had his heart racing like that. This was trully going to be interesting since he hadn’t fought anyone as skilled as her in a long time.
Bra kept her guns drawn on the booth as though her life depended on it. Nothing was going tol hel her eyes off of it.
“What took you so long this time?” He asked, crossing his arms still laying on the ground.
She lowered one gun and slowly started walking towards the booth.
“You’re a hard man to find, like a rat. You move around, undetected.” She hissed insultingly.
17 laughed out loud. “Well, I’ve been right here waiting for you, Assassin.”
Bra kicked a chair out of the way nearing the booth. “I bet you have.” She said rolling to the side of the booth expecting to have her guns locked on him, but he was gone. She knelt on one knee behind the booth and sighed.
“Look, why don’t you make this easier on the both of us and just let me kill you. Putting up a fight isn’t going to help you any ‘cause in the end I am going to kill.” She growled in annoyance.
“I’d like to see that.”
Before she could lift her eyes, 17 jumped over the top of the booth kicking her in the chest hard sending her flying through a couple of chairs, landing on top of a wooden table that broke beneath her. Both her guns had fallen out of her hands on impacted and now lay beneath 17’s feet as he sat atop the booth.
He clamped his hands smirking smugly. “Bravo! You sure showed me.”
Bra coughed from the dust flying around and sat up. She growled pulling a sharp piece of wood from beneath her arm.
“Hmm…that makes one for me and zero for you since I’m not the one bleeding.” He provoked, jumping down off the counter top.
Bra glared throwing the bloodied piece of wood to the ground. “Don’t worry.” She said getting to her feet. “I’ll have mine in a minute!”
She pulled both daggers from their sheaths, swinging them out in front of her stopping in a fighting stance.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he chuckled. “Little girls shouldn’t play with knives.”
He pulled a large silver sword from it’s sheath on his back and held it out in front of him. “That’s why I always carry this!”
Damn it! Why didn’t she get rid of that thing when she had the chance? Oh well…at least she’d get a good swords fight out of all this. It’d been a long time since she had some good competition.
“If that’s the way it’s going to be, I hope you know how to use that thing!” She said making the first move thus engaging them into battle.
Both her blades clashed with his as he blocked. “Attacking first?” He asked, smirking at her lustfully. “That was stupid. Everyone knows you never attack first because you show your opponent your weakness, but…”
He lowered his eyes to her body, checking her out. “I’ll let it slip for looking as good as you do in that. You know what they say about leather…slippery when wet!”
“Pig!” She shouted, pulling up and slashing at him. He blocked every time smirking devilishly.
She pulled back catching her breath and glared. “Don’t get too cocky. I’ve been going easy on you.” She snapped.
17 lowered his blade to the ground and sighed. “Don’t scare me like that. If this is you going easy on me then there’s no point in showing me everything you’ve got.”
Bra’s face turned red as she lunged at him with one danger, the other at her side. He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward so her arm stretcout out across his, their blades sliding along one another as he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pinning the hand with the other danger to her side.
He nuzzled his face against her neck, taking in the smell of her perfume becoming intoxicated with her. “On second thought, show me everything you’ve got.”
Bra shivered feeling his lips graze her sensitive flesh. It felt good being in his warm embrace. In fact, nothing had ever felt better, but she was quickly snapped out of it when his hand started drifting farther down her waist.
She locked her blade around his and flung it out of his hand causing him to release her. She spun around putting her the dagger to his throat. They both stood breathing heavily as 17 slowly raised his arms.
“Ok, no more games. You win.” He surrendered. “Go ahead and kill me!”
Bra dropped the dagger in her other hand realizing she did in fact have to kill him. He flashed her hesitance a curious look.
He was probably thinking she had gone soft or was too weak to kill him. Well! She’d have him know she’s killed plenty of people more important them him! What made him think he was different from anyone else! So he was sweet to little girls and frightened women! Who cares!
Bra suddenly smirked moving backwards towards the booth where her guns where. “I’m not going to dirty my blade with blo blood. You deserve a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.” She said, dropping down to grab one of her guns.
She dropped her other sword and stood holding her gun in one hand. “It was fun, but I’m afraid your time has come and your little resistance thingie is over.”
17 smiled. “Give me more credit then that, Assassin. Do you know I have an ace up my sleeve?”
He dropped a hand to his side, pulling out a long black whip. Before Bra had a chance to react he had it wrapped around her waist. She looked dowd trd tried pulling herself free, but she was violently yanked across the room into his arms.
He grabbed her arm with the gun in it and twisted it behind her back holding her against his body. Her free hand was pressed tight to his chest as she stood face to face with him trying to ignore the pain shooting through her arm. They were so close all he had to do was lean forward an inch and they’d be kissing.
“Just give yourself up.” She hissed.
“To you?” He asked, kissing her full on the mouth.
Bra’s eyes widened as his tongue found it’s way between her lips and into her open mouth. She’d gasped in shock allowing him unwanted access, but she was to shocked at the moment and froze.
He took advantage of her disbelief and cupped his free hand around her buttocks, deepening the kiss.
She finally came to her senses having her body violated without permission and punched him as hard as she could in the jaw. JUST WHO THE HELL DID HE THINK HE WAS!
17 let go and flew back hitting the concrete floor hard. He moaned rubbing his jaw as she put her foot on his chest, holding him down with her gun pointed directly at his head.
“What the FUCK were you thinking!” She shouted angrily.
17 chuckled, still rubbing his jaw. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. If you were going to kill me I figured I might as well get a little kiss and cop a feel.”
“Ohhh..” She hissed, heatedly. “It’s the last feel your ever going to get!”
18 was standing over the both of them holding the other gun. “I told you so!!” She spat in triumph.
“Oh, shut up!” He groaned, rolling her off of him. 18 helped him to his feet and they both stood looking down at her.
“I say we will her!” 18 said, aiming the gun at her.
“No!” He snapped, grabbing the gun away from her.
18 glared. “Why not? She’s the enemy!”
17 sighed winnoynnoyance. “I realize that, but if you’d shut your mouth for one damn minute I’d tell you she’s better off alive to us. We can us her against those Saiyan bastards!”
18 smirked looking at her brother. “Alright, but when she’s no longer needed we kill her.”
“Yeah yeah, we’ll kill her.” He said, kneeling down to pick the unconscious Saiyan Assassin up.
“We’ll have to take her back to the hide out before she wakes up.”
Author’s Note- Oh, I really like this chapter! It’s their first full on contact fight! I can’t help, but love 17 for being so damn cocky…if anyone knows how to piss Bra off it’s him. Please Review! Thanks!
-Missy
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