Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything having to do with it or anything
else I may put in this story. If I later say that I do own DBZ then I am
lying. Do not believe me. Oh, and don't get mad at me if the characters
aren't exactly in character. I haven't even seen episodes with Bra in
them…^_^()
For two years now, Goten and Bra had been what Trunks described unhappily as "an item." Goten felt that he was really in love with her and that she felt the same way, so he decided to take her to dinner and ask her the "big question." Meanwhile, he was getting ready for dinner. Trunks was over at his house, glaring at his best friend.
"You're going to ask my sister to marry you? I've put up with you going out with her, but you're going to ask her to marry you?" Trunks shook his head. "I should shoot you for this, but since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you live."
"Oh, come on, Trunks," Goten said. "You know I love your sister more than anything in the world."
Trunks sighed. "Yeah, yeah, get on with it. So where's the ring?"
Goten went over to his drawer and pulled out a tiny black velvet box. "It's right here." He opened the box to reveal a sapphire and diamond ring.
"Wow." Said Trunks. "You really went all out, didn't you?"
"Well, my little Bra is worth it."
"Yeah, just make sure you don't hurt her, because I know where you live. Come to think of it, so does my dad. Oh man, is he gonna kill you?"
Goten sweatdropped. "Oh yeah, I forgot about Vegeta. Well, if he tries to kill me I can run away."
"Good plan." Trunks said.
Goten adjusted the jacket on his suit. "Well, what do you think? Will she say yes?"
Trunks hung his head. "Unfortunately for me, probably yes. Why did you have to fall in love with my sister anyway?"
"Because she's really hot and stuff."
"Would you like me to kill you now or later?"
"Later will be just fine, thank you."
"Well," Trunks said. "She'll be here any second. I think I'll go now. See ya and…good luck, Goten."
"Thanks," Goten said as he watched Trunks walk out the door. "Well, I may as well just relax instead of worrying myself." He grabbed the ring, put it in his pocket and sat down on his couch. He was sitting straight up, staring off into space. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Goten jumped up and screamed. He collected himself and walked to the door. There stood Bra.
"Bra, you look gorgeous."
Bra was wearing a long dark blue velvet dress with a short slit in the back of it. It had no sleeves and only straps to hold the dress up. Bra's hair was down and was slightly crimpy.
"Do you think so, Goten? Trunks told me to look extra good today, so I did a little more with my hair. What do you think?"
"You look perfect," Goten breathed.
Bra blushed. "Why thank you. Well, should we get to dinner now or did you make the reservations for later?"
Goten meanwhile was busy staring at his girlfriend.
"Um…Goten? Are you okay?"
"What?" Goten asked stupidly.
"You're staring…"
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes…"
Goten finally snapped out of his daze. "Oh, sorry. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
For two years now, Goten and Bra had been what Trunks described unhappily as "an item." Goten felt that he was really in love with her and that she felt the same way, so he decided to take her to dinner and ask her the "big question." Meanwhile, he was getting ready for dinner. Trunks was over at his house, glaring at his best friend.
"You're going to ask my sister to marry you? I've put up with you going out with her, but you're going to ask her to marry you?" Trunks shook his head. "I should shoot you for this, but since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you live."
"Oh, come on, Trunks," Goten said. "You know I love your sister more than anything in the world."
Trunks sighed. "Yeah, yeah, get on with it. So where's the ring?"
Goten went over to his drawer and pulled out a tiny black velvet box. "It's right here." He opened the box to reveal a sapphire and diamond ring.
"Wow." Said Trunks. "You really went all out, didn't you?"
"Well, my little Bra is worth it."
"Yeah, just make sure you don't hurt her, because I know where you live. Come to think of it, so does my dad. Oh man, is he gonna kill you?"
Goten sweatdropped. "Oh yeah, I forgot about Vegeta. Well, if he tries to kill me I can run away."
"Good plan." Trunks said.
Goten adjusted the jacket on his suit. "Well, what do you think? Will she say yes?"
Trunks hung his head. "Unfortunately for me, probably yes. Why did you have to fall in love with my sister anyway?"
"Because she's really hot and stuff."
"Would you like me to kill you now or later?"
"Later will be just fine, thank you."
"Well," Trunks said. "She'll be here any second. I think I'll go now. See ya and…good luck, Goten."
"Thanks," Goten said as he watched Trunks walk out the door. "Well, I may as well just relax instead of worrying myself." He grabbed the ring, put it in his pocket and sat down on his couch. He was sitting straight up, staring off into space. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Goten jumped up and screamed. He collected himself and walked to the door. There stood Bra.
"Bra, you look gorgeous."
Bra was wearing a long dark blue velvet dress with a short slit in the back of it. It had no sleeves and only straps to hold the dress up. Bra's hair was down and was slightly crimpy.
"Do you think so, Goten? Trunks told me to look extra good today, so I did a little more with my hair. What do you think?"
"You look perfect," Goten breathed.
Bra blushed. "Why thank you. Well, should we get to dinner now or did you make the reservations for later?"
Goten meanwhile was busy staring at his girlfriend.
"Um…Goten? Are you okay?"
"What?" Goten asked stupidly.
"You're staring…"
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes…"
Goten finally snapped out of his daze. "Oh, sorry. Are you ready?"
"Yes."