Here is my second FF. I hope you like it.




"I'm leaving now!" shouted Bra and the door slammed shut behind her. A few years had passed by now and Bra was already 16 years old. She went to high school and was late, like every morning.


"If she didn't always spend so much time in the bathroom, she would have more time in the morning." Bulma said and then disappeared to Trunks in the garage to work.


“Shit, I'm late again!” Bra stood in front of her classroom and took another deep breath before opening the door. "Good morning!" "Good morning Bra! Nice that you do us the honor of showing up today. Please sit down." said the teacher. But what was that. A new classmate. `My God, it looks good. 'thought Bra. 'Oh he's coming here. He sits down next to me. '


"Hi, Bra." said the new one. "How do you know my name?" "That's what the teacher just called you."

`Shit I am stupid`


"Uh, yes. And what's your name?" "I'm Ryo. Would you like to go to the cinema with me on Saturday?"


"What? Uh, of course, I would love to go to the cinema with you."


"Well, I'll pick you up at 8pm."


"Now stop talking back there!" shouted the teacher. But Bra had a little problem.


`Shit! If Dad finds out I'm going out with a boy, he'll be angry. I remember exactly what he said to me when I was younger. `Such guys are not for you. Keep your hands off them. If you want to marry someone later, it has to be a real Saiyan. No one else will come into my house. `What am I doing now? I can't possibly cancel Ryo. Somehow I have to make it so that Dad doesn't notice, otherwise he'll end up in the hospital, like Davis. He only kissed me goodbye on the cheek very briefly in front of the front door. '



On Saturday night:


"Oh no, I have to be ready when Ryo comes." shouted Bra and ran down to the bathroom. She had bought a red tank dress especially for that evening when she was in town with Pan the day before yesterday.


"Who are you going to meet again today that father is not allowed to hear about?" asked Trunks.


"Oh, you don't know him anyway. His name is Ryo. He only came to our school on Tuesday. His parents have a small bakery next to the pharmacy."


And then the doorbell rang. "I'll answer it!" shouted Bra. She hurried to the door to open it. Ryo was standing outside. He looked really good. He had black, a little tousled hair, beige trousers and a blue, short-sleeved shirt.


"Hi Ryo." "Hello Bra. You look pretty."


"Thank you. I'm going now." "Hold on, my lady. Before that I would like to know when you will come back and with whom you will go out." said Bulma. But when she got out to see Bra and Ryo, her serious face turned into a smile.She saw Ryo's muscular arms and then said, "Yeah, hello. Don't you even want to introduce me to this handsome young man?"


Bra sighed. "This is Ryo. He's new to our school. And after the movie, he'll drive me back home right away. Is that enough?" "It's okay. You can go. Hurry up before your father sees you."


Then Bra and Ryo got into Ryo's car and the two drove away.


The film was quite exciting. But for Bra it was more exciting when Ryo would finally put his arm around her. And then, just as The guy in the movie was kissing his girlfriend, Ryo actually put his arm around Bra. She liked it and snuggled up against him. She felt somehow safe and comfortable around him. `It's almost like Papa or Trunks. I always felt totally safe around her. '


Later, Ryo Bra drove back home. The two of them didn't talk to each other much during the journey. Only when they were at the front door did they begin.

"That was a very nice evening with you Bra. I would be happy if we could do that again soon."


"Yeah, I think that's nice too." Then Ryo cleared his throat. "Bra, I ... I have to tell you that I think you are really very nice. And you are a very pretty girl too. I like you very much." Bra blushed. "I think you are very nice too, Ryo. And I like you very much too." And then very slowly they both closed their eyes and kissed tenderly. When suddenly the door was thrown open and Vegeta stepped out.




Now write me your opinion. Should I keep writing?