Loading Platform A

[Bra]

Bra gazed at the machinery before her with disdain.

We've got way better set-ups back on Earth.

It was nothing new for the girl to be competitive with material posessions, even something as completely unimportant to her as teleportation tubes. Regardless, the machines would take her to the contest, where everyone else she knew was going anyway. She brushed a few stray hairs back and stepped onto the platform.

"Can we get going already?" Bra demanded. With an offended grunt, the Namekian operator flipped a switch and pressed a button, and Bra vanished, deconstructed into atomic particles, traveling at the speed of light, to the loading platform.

The cyan-haired girl was re-assembled aboard Loading Platform A, with the addition of a slight headache. Bra hated teleportation tubes, they always made her feel bad.

Immediately, her sixth sense picked up on a rather large crowd, located within a bar.

Just hope mom isn't there to yell at me again.

Bra treaded swiftly, taking in the irresponsibly lavish adornments. Even the Capsule Corp mansion wasn't was well-appointed as this place, and this was a mere waiting room for warriors, most of whom probably were strangers to luxury.

Upon walking into the bar's entrance, Bra quickly caught sight of a fearsome-looking changeling, and leapt out of the doorway before he, or anyone else, had seen her.

"Shit. Was that Frieza??" the young warrior wondered aloud, recalling the several times he had terrorized her during the Friend or Foe tournament. He was a powerful, evil-hearted monster.

Hey, now. I must be way stronger than that chump now. I'm a Super Saiyan! Yeah...

With renewed vigor, Bra determinedly marched into the bar, this time taking enough time to realize that it was not Furiza, but another Changeling at the table. So many people were here that she recognized. Goku, Goten, Burter, Uub, Bulma, Kami, and Raditzu. And...

"Is that... is that grandpa?" she whispered, gazing across the room at an older Saiyan who was obviously trying to hide his identity. The resemblance was unmistakable. It must have been him. She couldn't blame the man for trying to hide his royalty, for Bra did the same thing. Not even Burter knew she was a Saiyan princess, though for some reason she had the fleeting thought that Raditzu did know of her royal blood.

"Hey guys." Bra announced, walking up to where most of Pitch Black was assembled, along with a few other familiar faces, "Hi Kami. Uh, Raditzu. Hey."

"Hey, Bra." Uub replied. Burter gave a nod, and then downed the rest of his beer. Bulma was about to say something about her being in a bar, but decided that the bar didn't really have the typical atmosphere of a bar, and so just hugged her and said "hi" as well.

"Wow, there's lots of people here. Strong people. I just hope Raditzu's not mad at me." Bra recalled him reprimanding her back on Earth, when she was overcome by anger and blasted her own brother into the ground. She then recalled the fearsome power Raditzu had somehow wielded, destroying Dars as though he were some run-of-the-mill fool.

"Can I get a Sprite or something? And maybe a couple of baskets of chicken wings for our table." Bra asked the bartender.

"Sure, what the hell." the 'tender replied, walking away to fill the order.

"Bra, how can you pay for that?" Bulma interjected.

"Oh, come on." Bra said with a smirk, flashing a Capsule Corp credit card.

"That's a company card!!"

"You own the company! Who cares?" Bra demanded.

"Well... fine. It's still wrong to use credit cards so irresponsibly, though. If you keep doing that, you'd wind up in debt, and you wouldn't be able to get out." Bra's mother warned.

"Yeah right." Bra stated with a laugh. Being a 'trust fund kid' did, obviously, have it's perks.

The bartender returned, setting the two baskets of food onto the table, and a glass of Sprite in front of Bra, who then handed the bar attendant her credit card.

"Hey, everybody. Just dig in." Bra instructed, taking one of the chicken wings for herself.