Hello everyone! spawnie-chan here! I wrote this fic a while ago and posted it under a different pen name, but my other email account got deleted, so i've decided to keep my fics in one account just to be safe. It was originally titled Promise of a Saiyan but I decided to change it coz it didn't really quite fit the story. This was my first fic, btw, but I never got around to finishing it *sweatdrop*

Anyway, chapters 1-15 have been posted before, so most likely, some of you have already read it. BUT, chapter 16, is entirely new. If you've already read this fic, you don't have to read it, i will let everyone know in the summary as soon as i'm ready to post chapter 16. I'll have the new chapter out as soon as I finish editing the other chapters. a lot of people commented about my grammar before, so I went and re-read the chapters, and *blam* they were right! i've got a lot of editing to do.

Disclaimer: Don't own dragonball or any of its characters. If I do, hell, I'd make a Trunks and Pan series after GT…

Trunks:35

Goten:34

Pan:21

Bra:22

Ok… here goes!!!

~**Meet the Brats**~

Trunks woke up at the gentle rise and fall of his head. For a moment, he couldn't understand why his head kept bobbing up and down gently like someone was rocking him back to sleep. Then a small smile crept across his lips. He had his head pillowed on Pan's stomach. He could see blue hair spread across his chest and realized that it was Bra's while Goten was flung across his sister's knees.

They were all in the living room. He could hear the faint sound of the TV. He closed his eyes against the blazing sunlight, groaning when he realized that it was well into midday. They had been up till about dawn like they always do every time the four of them got together. Last night was nothing special, just watched some movies and played video games, but they had fun just the same, they always do.

Pan stirred beneath him and he looked up. She was still sleeping, and he knew that she wouldn't wake up soon. Trunks grinned... Pan's a heavy sleeper, he knew that for a fact. Looking at her sleeping form, Trunks chuckled to himself. She looked so vulnerable and innocent in her sleep, like an angel, nothing like when she's awake. Of course, to him she would still be his "little angel" even when she was in her worst mood, which is a lot worse than her grandmother's, he shuddered.

His sister and Pan have always made a good team. Bra always come up with the most radical ideas while Pan has always been the dare devil.

But he prided himself into thinking that even though Bra was Pan's best friend, she would still spend a lot of time with him. Pan is not very much into shopping and doing feminine stuff like his sister. But still, he and Goten had concluded a long time ago that when the black and the blue heads come together, it was advisable to make yourself scarce, since he and his best friend were the girls favorite targets of their practical jokes.

He rubbed his temple when he remembered he had forgotten to call Marron, his girlfriend last night. Well, too late now, he would be seeing her in a couple of hours.

Trunks slowly got up and gently set Bra's head in the soft carpet. Looking down at the raven haired girl, he smiled mischievously. He picked her up and carried her to his room, straight into the shower. It took all of his reserve not to burst out laughing looking at the sleeping girl who was about to fall victim to his own sense of mischief. Eh... I'm gonna get SO killed for this, Trunks thought. But Pan and Bra had done a LOT worse to him and Goten many times in the past...

Heheh, retribution, if you would say.

Then with his saiyan speed, Trunks turned the cold shower on and let go of Pan's sleeping form in one swift motion.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Pan shrieked, jumping up and down and looking like she was fighting an invisible enemy. It was safe to say that the shower curtain had been totally blown to pieces and there was a small crack in the wall. Trunks rolled on the floor, holding his stomach and laughed his head off. It took a moment for Pan to register what was happening and when it did, her ebony eyes darkened.

"Why you baka! I'll get you for this, underwear boy!!!"

Before Trunks could control his laughter and run for his life, Pan yanked him under the shower and it was his turn to bounce around just like Pan did, only this time, his head hit the ceiling causing a whole tile to fall off. Pan was still too angry to laugh as she stepped out of the shower. Crossing her arms, Pan watched the purple head make a fool of himself as he fumbled with the faucet.

Finally succeeding in turning off the stupid shower, Trunks shook the cold water from his face, but the sight that greeted him froze his blood much more the the cold shower had.

Pan had been wearing a loose white shirt, but now it was plastered to her body, showing the outline of her bra. Trunks had known that she had grown up, after all, she was now 21 but he had always pushed that fact at the back of his mind as far as he could. Of course, the fact that she and his own sister still acted like the spoiled teenage brats he know so well helped a lot.

Luckily for him, Pan was still too angry to notice he had been ogling at her. She uncrossed her arms and settled her hands on her hips reminding Trunks of a certain tyrant otherwise known as his mother.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" Pan shouted at him.

Trunks merely grinned. "I just felt like you need a shower. You were starting to smell," he added, wrinkling his nose.

Pan shot him a small ki blast sending him to the tub. Trunks didn't get up but instead, made himself comfortable, still grinning.

Sending another ki blast to the shower, cold water rushed into the tub where Trunks had been lounging like a satisfied king. Pan smirked.

"That's for your way of waking people up!" she spat.

Then she flashed an evil version of the Son grin.

"And this is for insulting me."

Pan gathered her breath and prepared to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Bulm-!!"

Pan never thought Trunks could move as fast as he did, but he did. His hand was now covering her mouth and there was pure pleading in his eyes. Pan thought about biting his hand off, but then again... Trunks in a compromising situation has always been fun...

Hiding a small smirk, Pan nodded her head, letting Trunks know that she wasn't going to call his mother anymore.

Trunks let go of her reluctantly, but he knew Pan would always keep her word.

Pan stepped back and tapped her fingers on her chin. Trunks was getting nervous. It was obvious she was thinking, and that's usually not a good thing specially when you've done something she didn't like.

"Well, you have two choices. You either apologize and wear shorts and knee high socks at today's party or--"

Once again, Trunks interrupted her.

"What! No way, Panny. You can call my mother right now!"

"Really? Hmmmm... in that case, maybe I should call Vegeta-san instead..." the quarter saiyan mused.

Trunks visibly paled. His father probably wouldn't beat him to death for reducing his bathroom into rubbles, but he still had to figure out how Pan and his sister could wrap the most powerful warriors in the universe, namely Goku-san and his Otousan, around their little fingers, and Bra would gladly work her whines on their father for Pan, that's for sure.

"So, should I take that as a yes?" Pan prompted.

Trunks gulped. "Can't I just apologize?" he asked, putting on the best puppy-dog face he could manage.

Pan knitted her brows together, looking like she was balancing pros and cons while her fingers still drummed on her chin.

"Well... you see, I can take an apology for the insult, but for the other offense...well....let's see... I could... but..."

Trunks was now almost standing on tip toes, waiting for her decision.

"hmmm...maybe...oh well..."

Trunks hope was now up, that is, until she finished with a sudden "...no!"

His shoulders slumped. He could take a beating from his father, but not today. Today was supposed to be... something special.

"I'm sorry" he blurted out.

Pan brightened. "No probs boxer boy, just pick nice shorts, and oh, can I suggest orange socks? I like orange. Ok? See yah!"

She turned around and headed out of the door.

Trunks stared at her retreating figure. The shirt was still wet, and it pretty much molded on her back. He noticed how narrow her waist was and how perfect her curves were. Realizing that he was doing it again, he hit his own head with a broken piece of tile on the tub. Man, I need another cold shower. This is Panny you are looking at! You pervert!

Trunks shook his head, deciding that he had just been surprised at the fact that she had grown up. It's the cold shower's fault. But he knew... that was a lame excuse.

Shaking his head again, Trunks headed to his closet. Damn, she blackmailed me again.

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a/n: alright, first chap.

~~ spawnie-chan