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Bra shrugged off whatever the two androids had been saying. She was absolutely fuming; thoughts of torture and murder rushing through her broken mind. Each time she reached a point where she could justify imprinting her fist on the Hell Fighter?s face, the uglier of the two androids would insert himself into the exchange, effectively making himself another target which the princess had yet to capitalize on.

?You?ll have to excuse me, ma?am. I?m new to this whole ?polite and non-hostile communication? bit, it?s not exactly my forte.? spoke Android Thirteen, as though the phrase would make up for his blundering.

?Yeah...? Bra turned away from the two, glaring at Reijin for the briefest of moments. The instant she turned back, the saiyan knew what she was up to and already he moved to intervene. The cyan haired warrior sent a vicious punch hurtling straight for the raven haired machine?s nose, but her arm was restrained by Reijin only millimeters from connecting.

The teenaged member of royalty fought against his grip, wrapping her free hand into a fist and preparing to throw that one as well, before she was interrupted by the seasoned warrior?s stern words.

?You don?t want to disqualify yourself over this!!? he growled, locking eyes with the hybrid. ?Save your fight. You know you?ll need it.?

Bra hissed angrily at Reijin, unable to break his grip. Her anger boiled hotter now, mostly because she knew he was right, and there was nothing at all she could do about it. Instead, she ceased her struggling and cast a deadly gaze upon the android who had enraged her so.

?That wasn?t funny.? she finally declared, her eyes smoldering. It wasn?t the action that had angered her, it was just the irrational embarrassment she felt because of the action.

?Yes it-? Seventeen?s retort was cut down by yet another interruption.

?Hey baby,? came a voice as a newcomer came into view. Bra?s visage immediately soften upon recognition of her brother, whom she hadn?t seen in a time longer than she could remember. ?What?s a hot thing like you doing in a place like this??

?Yeah, very funny, Trunks.? the princess retorted, rolling her eyes in frustration. It seemed odd she would reply this way; she had no idea if her brother actually recognized her, though, perhaps she simply took it for granted.

?Bra?!? the lavender haired halfling exclaimed, a sense of terror clearly evident in his tone of voice. ?You?re Bra?!?

The younger of the two hybrids didn?t quite realize what had just happened until she brooded upon it for a moment. The instant the realization struck her, however, the color drained from her face, and her eyes grew wide with surprise and disgust.

?Oh my Go- You weren?t just- No, you weren?t- Eww!!? she shrieked, stepping away from her sibling.

?No, no no no no no! I was... just kidding! Yeah! Just kidding!? Trunks declared as he spun on his heel. ?I have to go now!? he added, walking away as fast as he could while trying to maintain an inconspicuous image - not that his bright, red face and awkward movements would belie his attempts.

Bra?s own face had grown a similar shade of crimson, becoming almost deep enough to match her clothes. She shook her head in disbelief, running her fingers through her hair while trying to think of any way at all to defuse the awkward situation.

?So...? Seventeen began. ?You really don?t remember me, huh??

The heiress nearly succumbed to her innate rage once again, but stopped herself short, suddenly becoming aware that this was the android?s way of changing the subject; something she couldn?t possibly thank him enough for. Perhaps he wasn?t as much of an idiot as she thought he was.

?Um, you said your name was-? still overly flustered, Bra could hardly speak, let alone string words together to form proper sentences.

?Hell Fighter Seventeen.? he repeated, using his thumb to point to himself, as though the girl might have needed help with the introduction.

?Right. No, I can?t... uh...? the demi saiyan sank to her knees, leaning against the wall for support. ?No, Seventeen. I can?t remember anything. I?m,? she climbed to her feet, keeping her gaze on the floor. ?I?m... sorry.?

Bra trudged away, doing her best to vanish behind the crowd. She quickly stumbled across her designated bed and sat down on the edge, taking hold of her assigned backpack. Inside, she found food, water, equipment; all the bare essentials, in addition to several objects she couldn?t quite identify, as well as a sheet of paper.

Ignoring the bag for the time being, the halfling placed her head upon her pillow, threading her hands underneath it and lacing her fingers together. She had nothing more than a ceiling to stare at, but at the very least, she could depend on the ceiling to avoid doing something to further shock or confuse her. She hoped.

Bra frowned disconcertingly. She?d all but completely ignored Thirteen throughout the ridiculous exchange they all were forced to endure. The half-blooded noble resolved to make up for that in the future, but for now she wished to simply leave everyone alone; if they really needed something of her, they would come to her.

OOC: You're such a bitch, Trunks.