Chapter 1 – Ideas

A/N: I know, I should be updating my other story and finish it before posting this story, but I couldn't help it. :P So now that you're here already, review once you finish reading and tell me if you liked it! This story's going to be a lot shorter than 'Mistaking Mistakes', which took forever to finish. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading!

He heard his bedroom door open, and even though he couldn't see the person standing under the doorway, he rested his head on the ground and groaned. "No, just kill me now," he said, knowing exactly who had entered his room without knocking. He watched from the corner of his eyes, the girl's ecstatic smile, which concerned him greatly. She was up to something.

"Please?" her eyebrows rising, a hopeful expression set on her face. She closed the door behind her and quickly walked to him and sat next to him, her smile still plastered on her face, which almost amused him.

His eyes were set right at her, his lips curved into a frown, and his arms under his head. He gave her a don't-be-stupid kind of expression, as he shook his head. "No," he said. "We'll get into trouble again like last time." He sat up from his previous sit-up routine only to get pinned down by the disappointed girl. Her hands were right at his shoulders, her body on the left of his body. Her hair tickled his nose when he tried to get up again, so he had to rest his head on the ground before he sneezed.

"If I remember correctly, we only got in trouble because you forgot to make sure no one was working overtime at Capsule Corp!" She shook her head as if scolding him. "If only you were smarter."

"Hey, you were supposed to be the on the lookout."

"This is totally different, Trunks! This time, we won't mess with the business employees! This is family! All we need to do is apply Vaseline on every doorknob in the house once everyone arrives, so that way after dinner, when people need to use the bathroom, they won't be able to open the doors and-"

"Seriously, Pan, we're getting too old for pulling pranks on people. Don't you think that they'll suspect we did it? And really, what's with you and coming up with these ridiculous ideas?"

"Aw come on," she pleaded, sticking her bottom lip out, pouting. "Either you can help me or I'll ask Robert if he wants to."

Robert came into the picture once Pan got into college. They became close friends but she was closer to Trunks, of course. Trunks and Pan were practically inseparable unless she was at school and he was at work. Sometimes both would skip school and work to hang out when they were unable to see each other because of their busy schedules. Robert would always cover for Pan, telling the teachers that she was at the nurse's office or whatever seemed to make sense at the time.

As the son of Vegeta, Trunks had developed some of his fathers' possible deleterious genes. Trunks felt a pang of jealousy and felt his frown deepen when the other man's name was mentioned. "No, I'll help, just as long as no one's too pissed off at us like last time."

Pan grinned and let go of him, allowing him to sit up. "I can't guarantee that, Mr. Briefs." She took out a small bottle of Vaseline from her pocket and handed it to him. "Here," she said when he extended his hand to grasp the bottle. "Hide this in your pocket and when I give you the signal later when we sit down to eat outside, follow me into the house, alright?"

He found himself smiling. "What's the signal going to be this time? Are you going to throw an egg at Goten again like last year?" He glanced at the Vaseline label and then he put it in his pocket.

"Alright, I admit, that wasn't the smartest idea I've come up with, but…" she trailed off, not knowing what to say to defend herself. She received a laugh from the man in front of her, and she nudged his knee with her hand. "You have to admit, the actual prank itself; replacing the cooked chicken in the oven with a live one once the oven was cool enough, was genius."

He raised both of his eyebrows, his eyes gleaming as he smiled. "Yeah, Pan, it was pure genius." She could hear his sarcasm, but she smiled anyway, remembering how much fun they had that day. "I remember my dad's disappointed face when he thought the food wasn't finished yet-"

"And when he raised his hand to the chicken to blast it with an energy ball, hoping that would cook it quicker," she interjected, finishing his sentence for him. She laughed with him, the sound of their laughter filling the room.

"My sister was nearly in tears when she ran toward it to save the chicken. Man, that was hilarious," he added, tears forming at the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard.

"And my uncle Goten! He actually pushed your father into the bowl of mashed potatoes before Vegeta could blast the chicken! Now that was surprising!"

He nodded, agreeing with her. "Yeah, but really, the egg thing actually made it incredibly obvious that it was us. Do something different this time, alright? Something subtle and… I don't know… Different." Her eyes became mischievous, and he had to ask. "What are you thinking?"

She shook her head, getting up. "Nope, I'm not telling you, Mr. Briefs. You'll just wait until the time comes."

"But what if I don't know it's the signal?" he questioned, getting up on his feet as well.

"Oh, you'll know," she said grinning wide.

He couldn't help but worry but he smiled anyway, following her as they left his room.