A/N- I love Trunks and Pan, and I really love Trunks. This story, however, makes him into a complete ass and a bastard, so if you don't like that, don't flame me, I warned you! Disclaimer-I don't own and Dragon Ball related things, but I really wish and have fantasized about owning Trunks...on another note...hey!

How many times will things happen like this? I mean, in the beginning I wasn't complaining. I thought he loved me, but our age was why it was all a secret. We would meet in secret, no one would ever know. We played around, slept around, fucked around. I was so faithful to him! I had been given many offers for dates, but each was turned down. I know they began to suspect I was a lesbian or something! The older I got, the more offers I got. I was developing my figure. My hips began to curve, my chest began to grow, my hair was no longer messy and mangled, but straight and shining. My clothes changed too. I still wore the t-shirts and jeans sometimes, but a lot of the time I would borrow clothes from Bra, since Dad would kill Grandma before he let me walk out the house in those clothes.
The first day it happened was one of my more creative outfits. This one was mine. Bra, Marron, and I were at the Orange City mall. I had bought a new outfit, and put it on, with a few alterations. The original was a blood red silk tank top that exposed her mid-drift, a matching see through shirt that covered her arms, fluffed out at the hands, and went down to her crotch, and a mini skirt that was a centimeter from showing the tip of her underwear; it was made of tight black leather. I pulled on some fishnet stockings, and some leather boots that went up to my knees, tied all the way up, and where about four inch heels.
My alterations, however...I cut the tank top so that it stopped centimeters under my breasts, and tied a long black ribbon around it to hold it down, which hung down so far that it almost drug the ground. Then I tied a shorter one, that did drag the ground, around my waist. My hair was up in a pony tail, with two long strands hanging down and framing my face. I had on blood red lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner, with black eye shadow.
We sat down to get something to eat, and I sat on the table in the food court, while the girls got the food. I was swinging my legs back and forth when I overheard a conversation.
"Hey, man, I dare you to go up to that hot girl over there, the one on the table, and ask her out!" I immediately recognized the voice as my Uncle Goten. I figured they didn't recognize me, since they never saw me in anything, except my jeans and t-shirts, much less make up and a mini-skirt. I pretended not to hear, and waited for a reply, mainly to see who it was he was daring.
"Man! No way! I...fine." It was Trunks! I heard him stepping up behind me, I wondered if he would recognize my face. I felt his hand tap my shoulder gently. I turned around.
"H-hi. M-my name's Trunks..." It took all I had to keep from laughing. He didn't recognize me. I just sat there and watched, not saying a thing. "Well...would you...go out with me tonight?" I bit my lower lip and crossed my legs. I leaned back, supporting my weight on the table by propping my hands behind me.
"Well, Trunks, let me think about it, in the mean time go get that raven-haired boy there." I said pointing at Uncle Goten. He was puzzled, but did as I told. The girls began to walk back, but I shook my head, laughed, and pointed at the boys. They laughed too, and waited. Trunks and Uncle Goten both came back.
"Ok, what, you wanted me." I nodded and shot a glance to the girls. They knew that was a signal. When I said the right thing, they knew to walk over.
"So, you boys think I should go out with...was it Trunks? Well, you don't even know my name. Or age, or anything else about me!" The girls walked up.
"Hey, sorry we took so long, oh hey Trunks!" Bra said smiling at her older brother. Then Marron kissed Uncle Goten on the cheek.
"Hey baby, what's going on?" She asked her boyfriend.
"You know her?"
"Boys, you know her too!" They both said. Then Bra added, "Escpecially you, Goten."
"But...how?"
"She's your only neice, doi!" Both of the boys went white and we all three started cracking up. Bra had to lean on me to keep from falling over. Trunks sat down in the nearest chair, and Uncle Goten swallowed.

A/N-What did you think? Please review! PLEASE! I KNOW IT'S SHORT! MORE TO COME!