Results May Very
So Cold
Disclaimer-
I do not own Dragonball Z/GT or any of the characters. Yadda yadda copy writes Akira Toriyama.
Bra- 18
17- 19
Future Trunks- 23
Pan- 18
Marron- 21
Goten- 22
Results May Very
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Chapter 12
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So Cold
Vegeta’s face flashed on the screen in front of 17 and his sister. He looked more pissed off then usual. He could see Bra lying on the bed in the background struggling with her restraints. She might as well make things dramatic.
“Let me go you son-of-a-bitch!” She screamed, kicking her legs.
17 rolled his eyes. This was no time for theatrics.
“What is the meaning of this!” Vegeta shouted, seeing his daughter.
“I’ve captured your little assassin. Obviously, you weren’t using your head sending someone so poorly skilled to do your dirty work!” 17 growled smugly.
“Hey!” Bra snapped angrily. He didn’t need to insult her!
Vegeta sighed with annoyance. “And what is it you plan on doing with her?”
“If you don’t leave Earth now, you’ll never see your daughter again.”
Vegeta chuckled. “I don’t think so.”
17 raised his eyebrows in 18’s direction. “You don’t care if we kill your only daughter?”
Vegeta sat back in his chair as Trunks entered the picture. “We don’t negotiate with humans.”
Trunks looked down at his father and glared. “You put one hand on my sister and I’ll kill you!” He growled.
“Oh, I’ve already put more then a hand on your sister.” 17 smirked.
Bra gasped in shock. “YOU ASSHOLE!! I‘LL KILL YOU!!” She screamed struggling more. Ok, now she wasn’t acting.
17 cleared his throat ing ing the screen away from her as she continued screaming. “Look. You either leave or we kill her.”
“Then kill her.” Vegeta said coldly.
“WHAT?!” Trunks shouted.
“I said the kill her.” He repeated.
17’s mouth almost dropped open. “You’d have your daughter killed to make a profit?” He asked shocked.
“Um…yes.” He answered.
“This is bullshit!” Trunks hollered.
“Quiet!” Vegeta shouted. “This conversation is over!” The screen went black as their faces disappeared.
17 stood stunned glancing over at Bra who now lay still on the bed with her head turned to the side. He walked to her slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry.” He said, starting to untie her.
18 glared leaving the room.
“I don’t need your pity.” She hissed.
“It’s not pity.” He said untying both hands.
Bra pulled them close to her and curled up on the bed. “Just leave me along.”
17 frowned getting off the bed and leaving the room. He walked down the flights of stairs and down the hall to the parlor where 18 was waiting.
“He thinks we’re bluffing!” She shouted as soon as he stepped in the room.
17 flopped into a chair, running his hand over his face becoming irritated. “Maybe we are.” He replied tiredly.
“What!?” She snapped. “We are going to kill her!”
17 shook his head. “No.” He answered.
“Why not!”
“Because she’s still of use to us.” He said sitting up.
“How? It’s obvious her family doesn’t care about her.” 18 argued.
17 shook his head again. “Her father might not, but I know her brother does.”
“General Briefs?” She asked.
18 titled her eyes at him. “How do you know?”
“Because.” He said looking serious. “I’d do the same thing.”
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“You are not letting them kill her!” Trunks shouted furiously.
Vegeta rubbed his throbbing temples. “They’re not going to kill her.”
“How would you know!” He barked.
“It’s Bra we’re talking about! Do you really believe they’d be able to kill her?” He asked.
Trunks glared unsatisfied.
“That human’s weak hearted to begun with. Did you see the look on his face when I told him to kill her?“ He asked. “She probably has everything planned out, got caught on purpose and is waiting to make her move when he’s at his least suspecting.”
“I wouldn’t fully rely on that, father.” Trunks said angrily.
“Nothings going to happen to her. She’s the best assassin there is next to you.” Vegeta reminded.
Trunks turned to leave the thrown room. “I’m not as convinced as you. Mother isn’t going to like this.” He said throwing the doors open and walking about.
“She doesn’t need to know.”
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“I still say we kill her! She’s just another mouth to feed!” She hissed following 17 to his room.
“I said no and that’s final!” 17 shouted, stopping outside his bedroom door.
“She‘s the enemy, 17! She doesn‘t belong here!”
“I decide who belongs here! This is a place where people come when they have nowhere else to go!” He spat.
“Then humans don’t have anywhelse lse to go! She’s an alien! Are you forgetting that?” 18 screamed.
“We’re not exactly human ourselves, 18!” He shot back.
18 scuffed. “Well, some of us aren’t as blind as you. There will be attempts on her life.”
“You trying to tell me something, 18?” He asked glaring.
“Hey, I’m just saying someone is bound to try something. I never said it was me.” She said with a shrug.
“There won’t be any attempts. I’ll make sure of that.”
“You plan on keeping her by your side every minute of every day and night?” 18 asked in annoyance.
17 turned the doorknob of his bedroom door. “Yes, I am.” He proclaimed.
18’s face turned red in anger. “I knew it. I didn’t want to, but I knew it. You have a thing for her!”
“I do not!” He snapped acting shocked like he couldn’t believe she just said that.
“Yes you do! You have a thing for that Saiyan! Traitor!” She bellowed.
“Howe yoe you talk to me like that! Don’t forget who’s in charge here!” He growled snapping the handle from the door losing control over his strength.
“Whatever.” She said calmly walking away from him. “Saiyan lover.”
“Goddamn it!” 17 yelled, slamming the door. He picked up the clock on the end of his desk and chucked it into a painting on the wall, which smashed to the ground a long with the clock.
He tried calming his breathing as he looked over at the bed, which was empty. He raised his eyebrows walking over to it. He glanced around the room noticing the balcony doors where cracked open.
He walked towards the doors hearing children’s laughter and opened them. Walking to the edge of the balcony, Bra was in the open garden with 5 or 6 children. A little boy with black hair blue eyes handed her flowers.
“Well thank you.” She said, taking the flowers. “Your very sweet.”
She kissed him on the cheek, smiled, and pulled some loose strands of hair from hanging in front her angelic face. 17 stared at her becoming lost in her beauty and almost fell over the balcony. He caught himself and shook his head clear.
She was all he could think about for days. Her long flowing aqua hair, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, soft peach colored skin, and the luscious curves of her body taunting him constantly. He didn’t understand why 18 would ever think he had something for her…NOT!!
Well, one thing was for search. He wasn’t going to waist his time just watching her. He had to get down there and see if the feelings he was having were mutual.
Author’s Note- Blah! I don’t care for this chapter too much. I don’t think I did a very good job on the confrontation between Vegeta and Trunks or 17 and 18. Tell me what you think. PLEASE REVIEW!!
-Missy