5: Never Felt Before
Bra walked slowly to
her room. Though she still felt a little dizzy, it hadn't interrupted her
plan for tonight—shopping as usual.
Dad is probably helping
Mom in the kitchen, she thought. They had just finished dinner and Bulma
always "trapped" her husband in the kitchen, washing dishes. The Prince
of the Saiyajins! But then, Bulma wasn't the only one who could do that.
She was "Daddy's Little Girl," wasn't she?
A smile crossed her
Along the corridor,
she passed Trunks' room on her right. The door was wide open, so she peeked
in to see what was going on.
To her surprise, Trunks
was lying on his bed—sleeping? Probably exhausted because of work. His
room was covered with business documents and sheets. Files were everywhere.
On the floor, even on the bed.
What a mess, Bra thought.
She stepped in carefully without making a sound to wake up her brother.
Shee! It smells too!
While scanning Trunks'
room, she hadn't found anything interesting until her eyes caught a photo
album. She picked it up and began looking through it page by page.
It was a photo album
of her brother with Goten. Of course, they were with some other friends
and relatives, too. But Goten and Trunks were on every single page. Playing,
fighting, making faces, and other memories. Best friends for over twenty
years. Even now. Bra was always a bit in awe of their friendship.
She found herself focusing
on one person, and not her brother, not green-skinned Piccolo, not even
the perverted Kamesennin. Her eyes just hung upon Goten. She wasn't quite
sure why. It was really confusing. She'd admired Goten for a long time,
but not as much as she did now. Every time she saw Goten in a picture,
her heart began to pound and her face went crimson.
She was about to touch
Goten's face when suddenly she heard a groan from behind her.
"Bra! What are you
doing in here?" Trunks demanded, half-asleep, but looking at her.
Bra tried to think
of an excuse. "Oh…I…er, nothing! I was just…cleaning your room!" That was
not a good one.
"YOU? CLEANING? Yeah,
right!" Trunks rubbed his eyes and hopped from his bed and walked towards
her. "What do you have there?"
"This? Oh, it's your
photo album that I haven't seen since…well, since forever!" Bra told him.
She handed it to Trunks.
"Great! Wow, I've been
looking for this!" She sat back on his bed and opened it.
"Well, if you ask me
where I found it, I'll happily tell you it's been under your nose all this
Trunks ignored his
nagging sister and continued to look through the album. Bra sat next to
him and watched him look at the pictures. There was only silence for a
couple of minutes.
"You and Goten were
really best friend, huh?" Bra asked.
"Yeah…since we were
little kids. Twenty years."
"I know." Bra didn't
realize she had rolled her eyes.
"It's hard to keep
a friendship that long."
Bra nodded and silence
There was one picture
where Trunks and Marron about a year ago during Christmas that Bra didn't
"Whoa, YOU and MARRON-CHAN?"
Bra pointed to the picture.
"Hey, it was just a
pose, okay?" Trunks hurriedly skipped to the next page. "Oh, I remember
this one." Trunks pointed to a picture of Goten and Paris together.
Suddenly, the look on
Bra's face changed.
"Can you imagine a country
girl like her would become a famous model?" Trunks shook his head in disbelief.
"Goten really can change
a person, can't he?"
At first Bra kept quiet,
then she slowly nodded. She was actually concentrating on the picture.
Goten's arm was around Paris and their heads where against each other.
They looked like they were long time lovers. A pang of jealously went through
Bra. "I'm gonna go take a shower." She stood up and started to leave.
"Don't you want to
look at the rest of these?" Trunks asked her.
Bra shook her head
and hurried out of the room.
"Weird," Trunks said
Bra sighed heavily as
she looked at the rising crescent moon from her window. Now she was really
confused. Maybe she shouldn't go shopping tonight.
Why did I…why do I
feel so awful? she thought. Am I jealous? Jealous of her? How can I be?
It's not like she stole my boyfriend or anything. Heh…this is silly. Bra
patted her forehead, trying to sweep the images from her mind. What a stupid
thing to think, she told herself.
"Goten-kun…" The name
escaped her lips again.
And now she knew, but
she didn't know how long she could keep it. This sort of feeling was entirely
alien to her. It was a feeling she'd never felt before…