Someday, or Maybe Tomorrow?

Rainbow's due date was only days away, and Rainbow had taken on a new feeling. Fear. Fear that the foal would look too much like Caramel. Fear that she wouldn't come to love it. Fear of what her parents would say. She hadn't kept in contact and she knew her parents would find this news bittersweet. Rainbow was used to being fought over by her parents, and she didn't want them to blame each other and fight over this.

Rainbow hair did not run through her family, it was just a mixture of the colors her parents brought. It had been decided that the Dash family would make gorgeous children, and they did. Her mother, a Pegasus sporting a red, orange, and yellow mane, and a white body, was the picture of beauty, while her father, a cyan Pegasus pony with a green, blue, and violet mane was the picture of strength. They shared magenta eyes.

When Rainbow Dash was born, her parents noticed that her rainbow mane, magenta eyes, and cyan body looked like a sunset on a spring day after the rain. Her mother, believing her to be Cloudsdale's next top model, wanted to name her Rainbow Alette Dash, meaning "Winged Rainbow." Her father, seeing the determination in the baby's eyes, knew she was going to be a wrestler, and wanted to name her Bria Dash, which meant "Strong." They fought and quarreled for days until they couldn't take it anymore. They combined the names into "Rainbow Alette Bria Dash" just to get some peace from all the fighting.

Both parents tried to prove the other wrong when it came to who had the best name. They put Dash into all sorts of extracurricular activities, just to show off Dash's unique talent for succeeding in everything she did. She was born a winner, winning games, but forever being tied in the game at home. Dash was made to do ballet, how she hated waking up early every Saturday morning to do boring warmups and wait for all of the other students to catch up with her. The only things she loved about it was being on stage and being beautiful. She was the best dancer, always put in the front and center because she was the shortest. She loved being the ballerina who knew all the dance moves, while the others had to look to her to remember the next step. At those recitals, she was known as Rainbow Alette, the beautiful ballerina.

Her father signed Dash up for co-ed wrestling when she was in middle school. The colts had dirty minds, and always chose to wrestle with Dash when they had the chance. They were the only ones in school who understood that she wasn't a lesbian, thanks to some really awkward baby pictures featuring Dash's kindergarten "wedding" with Dash as the bride, and her neighbor as the groom.

Dash thought the attention was bittersweet. At times she found it hilarious when a boy from the other team actually popped a boner while they wrestled. Dash always knew what to do when that happened. She continue to wrestle, but she would look him in the eye and then lick her lips, throwing him off guard. That always allowed Dash to pin him down.

When the colt was teased after losing to a filly, Dash always joked to her own teammates, "Well, at least he can't be called gay."

What she hated about it was that the colts would always brush her to one side whenever they had to wrestle against a strong competitor.

"No, Bria, we don't want your pretty face getting hurt." A wrestler would usually say.

"Yeah, you're too sexy to face those guys." Another wrestler would reply, slapping her flanks. Dash would usually slap him across the face.

"I can take them," Dash would say. "I'll prove it. You, wrestle me." Dash pointed to the strongest wrestler and wrestled him, but the other colts were to busy making sex jokes and applauding the colt wrestling Dash.

Her father and mother watched these activities, thinking that she loved being played like a living chess pawn. Deep down, they knew of Dash's true love for flying, but didn't want to believe it. Every time she asked to be allowed to go to flight school, they refused, until they noticed Dash becoming depressed. All of her actions were slow and lazy, like she didn't want to do them, but had to, to survive. Her parents tried to hang on to the belief that it didn't have to do with flying, and maybe she would get over this phase and fulfill her name's prophecy. Finally, they just couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, you ready to go?" Dash's mother said sadly. "I'm just worried about you staying in Cloudsdale by yourself."

Dash spoke the first words she had in months, "Don't worry, Mom. I'm a teenager now." This caused Dash's mother to break down in tears.

"I love you, Rainbow Alette. Promise that you stay my beautiful daughter, don't cut your hair without my permission." They hugged.

"I can't promise that, but I'll try to stay beautiful." Rainbow Dash said. She moved on to her dad, who was smiling proudly and sadly down at her.

"Bria, I'm so proud of you. Promise me that you look for a wrestling club in your school."

"I can't promise that either. I just want to focus on flying." Dash's father kissed her forehead. Dash continued, "And please call me Rainbow Dash."

Again Rainbow Dash's memory was interrupted by someone. It was Lightning.

"Hey, Dash, a couple is at the door to see you. They say it's your parents." Lightning flew over to the bed. Seriously, how many times would these thoughts turn into the actual people showing up? Am I psychic or something?