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

Bra avoided people in the hall as she made her way back to her sleeping quarters. She passed some Saiyan girls, new recruits, she figured. They were huddled together in a corner, giggling at their commanding officer. The young and their crushes. They’d soon find out it wasn’t all about boys and giggles once they got into their training and the man they considered a “hunk” was yelling in their faces. She figured every single one of them would be sent home for being too sensitive.

She shook her head, sliding her card through the security lock. She sld ind in and dug through her things, grabbing anything she thought she was going to need. How hard could killing the human really be? He didn’t look that strong…she figured she wasn’t going to need much.

She packed two automatic 9mm glocks that she modified to fire like a machine gun. She didn‘t have to worry about pulling the trigger numerous times if she didn‘t need to. If she wanted to fire one shot, she’d pull the trigger and release. For continuous shots, she’d pull the trigger and hold. She didn’t care much for continuous shots, it made her feel like she couldn’t do the job with one shot, but it was useful. If one bullet couldn’t stop an enemy…the rest of them would.

She pulled two sheathed silver bladed dangers from one of the black briefcases she had delivered to her room and throw them into the bag along with a few other things she thought to be useful in her haunt for the human male.

She dressed herself in human clothing she’d taken from the decontamination room where they cleaned the human slaves before shipping them off toer per planets to sell to the highest bidder.

It was different from what people on Planet Vegeta wore. All the women ever wore were skirts, dresses, or their Saiyan armor which wasn’t very appealing in her point-of-view. She had a pare normal pants, shoes, and a spaghetti string shirt reading “Bitch Princess”

Bra smirked and grabbhat hat the humans called a cloak. She figured this is what they wore before the destruction of their planet. She was hoping to blend in with the rest of them as 17 and 18 came in on their “secret” ransack of the slave’s holding cells. There was someone on the inside helping the humans whom she ratted out by laying eyes on him.

She didn’t realize it was him at first, but she should have. After all her childhood years you’d think she’d be able to recognize a Son anywhere.

She made her way into the dungeon where the human holding cells where. It was a pitiful sight, she thought, walking passed the prisoners. The cells where dirty and they were being forced to sleep on hard, cold, wet floors.

There were small children huddled in corners with their parents…too bad they hadn’t the slightest clue they where going to be taken away from the arms of their loving parents and shipped off for slavery.

Bra turned her head at the sigh an an elderly man coughing uncontrollably. Of course the Saiyans kept all the medicine to themselves and let their human slaves die of sickness and disease. She didn’t know what to think. A part of her wanted to release them, but she wasn’t sure if life on the outside would be any better for them…what should she care anyway? She had nothing to do with them. She was there to do a job, not care about what happened to the planets occupants.

She couldn’t help, but shutter, however. Everywhere she looked, death. The scent of it was even in the air if you know what death smelt like and she knew all too well. It almost made her feel remorse for all those she’d killed in the past, almost.

She had enough of the place, it was beginning to depress her. “Make sure everything is sealed up and locked down before your relieved of your duties.” She said, walking passed the guard on night duty. He had black hair that jetted out to a point.

“Bra? Is that you?” A familiar voice asked from behind.

She stopped and turned to see a smiling Goten, son of Goku.

Her eye brows raised. “Goten? What are you doing here?” She asked, walking over to him. He sat on a rollchaichair in front of a desk covered in paper work.

“Working.” He answered.

She rolled her eyes. “Some line of work you’ve gone into. You of all people should be sickened by this type of treatment to a species.”

She was trying to sound as rough as possible. She didn’t want him to know how happy she was to see him. His presents filled her with warmth and security, not something that happened very often.

He leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk of papers. “We all have our reasons.” He said, yawning.

Bra shook her head. “Give it up, Goten. You suck at hiding things. Everything about this is wrong and you know it.”

Goten sighed deeply and looked up into her eyes caringly. “It’s good to know you care.”

Bra’s face twisted in shock and irritation. Hey now, she had a reputation to protect and couldn’t have people running around saying she’s gone soft. That was the last thing she needed at this point in time.

Goten’s eyes narrowed at her action of tossing him to the side and sat up straight in his seat. “Slave papers.” He answered, calmly.

Look of boredom came over her face. “Fun…” She said, throwing them across the desk.

“Hey!” He snapped. “I just straightened those out. Now look at them!”

Bra turned her head lazily and looked down at the pile of messed papers as they spread out across the deck top. “Oops, my bad.” She said, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform. She pulled his lips close to her’s.

“Guess I’ll have to be punished.” She whispered seductively.

Goten swallowed hard and stared into her beautiful eyes. She didn’t wait for a response, pulling him to her soft lips. He slid his hands up her thighs and cupped her buttock, pulling her closer to his strong body.

She wrapped hrms rms around his neck requesting access passed his lips which he granted. She moaned softly feeling his tongue slid against her own. She had long gone forgotten what a wonderful kisser he was over the years.

Goten suddenly drifted out of ecstasy from the taste of Bra‘s sweet lips and back into reality, pulling away from the hormone stricken princ She She growled at the loss of contacted and looked at him questionably.

“Your not doing this to me again…I-I won’t let you.” He said roughly, standing up from the desk. He wiped the sweat that had formed along his hairline.

Bra crossed her arms and pouted silently.

“I told you I wasn’t doing this anymore.” He said, turning to face her. “I gave up on us a long time ago. You‘ll never commit yourself to me and doing this just hurts too much.”

She sighed and stood up off the desk. “I’ll never understand you, Goten!” She snapped angrily. “It’s obvious we still have feelings for one another and you still deny yourself!”

“The only thing I ever denied was the fact that you would never love me!” Goten shouted, moving towards her. He grabbed her by the fist and forced her back to the desk.

Her eyes darkened on him. “If you were another man, I would will you.”

Goten matched her glare and released her. “You’ve come here for something, what is it so you can go?” He asked coldly.

Bra stood up and straightened her clothing. “I know what‘s been going on.”

Goten looked at her strangely, ignoring her. “What are you doing in human clothing?”

“Never mind that and stop playing dumb.” She insisted.

Goten crossed his arms and leaned against the desk. “I don‘t know what your talking about.”

“Bullshit monkey boy.” She said, jokingly. “I know what your doing here. Goten. I wasn’t born yesterday like all those other morons.” She said lowering her voice so only he could hear her.

“No one can figure out how the resistance keeps getting in here and freeing the slaves, but I know. Your working from the inside, your just letting them in.”

“Bra!” Goten hissed, his anger rising. “If you tell-”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t told anyone and I don’t plan on it, but I need a favor.”

Her words calmed him, but he couldn’t help, but know there was a catch. “What?” He asked.

“Just before 17 and his sister make their move, I need you to throw me into one of the cells, so they think I’m another human and take me with them.”

Goten was taking a drink of water when he choked after hearing her words. He turned to her abruptly and throw the empty cup to the ground. “Let you in so you can just kill Juunanagou!” He shouted.

Bra slapped her hand over his mouth. “Say it a little louder! Your lucky no one is roaming these parts.” She said, lowering her hand.

“So, Juunanagou is his name, huh?” She asked, smirking.

Goten looked at her curiously. “I’m not letting you in.”

“You might as well because one way or another I will find him.” She snapped in annoyance to his stubbornness.

“You know, Bra.” He said moving closer to her. He eyed her closely. “I’ve noticed you’ve changed a lot since we last saw one another.”

“You don’t know what your talking about.” She hissed.

“Really? How are things with you and Vegeta?”

Bra heaved her hand into the air and planted it firmly across his cheek making a loud smack. “Don’t bring my father into this!”

Goten smirked and turned his head back towards her. “Alright, you win. I’ll do this one little favor only because I know it‘s not gunna hn.”

Bra just about jumped out of her skin. Not another one thinking she couldn’t do her job!

“You don‘t know what your talking about! Why wouldn‘t I do it? It‘s my job!”

Goten shook his head and chuckled. “If I know Juunanagou like I think I do, he’s not going to give you the slightest chance.”

Bra almost popped a blood vessel in her forehead listening to him. How dare he say much a thing! She was the Princess of all Saiyans! There wasn’t anything she couldn’t do!

“Don’t make me have to remind you of my power, baka.” She said, her Ki slowly rising.

Goten threw all caution to the wind and decided to join in on her little game. “Well,” He said smirking. “The only place I remember seeing your power was in the bedroom.”

She glared at him and flashed a smirk herself. “Don’t underestimate me. I’ll kill the human and put an end to your little resistance thingie.”

“Whatever you say, but I’m starting to the the feeling your more into defying your father then doing something he’s asked of you. I don’t believe you’ll do it, Bra. You and I both know what’s happening here is wrong.”

Bra turned away and started towards the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. I won’t be expecting a warm welcoming.”

She slammed the dungeon doors leaving behind a still smirking Goten. How smug was he! Thinking he knew her…he didn’t know shit! After two years he had the nerv to say something tha that to her! He was lucky they’d been friends first before anything else.

Another’s Note- It took me 3 days to write this chapter because I couldn’t get the feel for it…well, please review.

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