Hey guys, this chapter was done very quickly since I felt it was long overdue. Hopefully it will keep you guys interested to see what happens next; make guesses in your reviews! I would like to see who has a fair idea of where this is going, hahaha. Again thanks a million for your amazing comments!

"Make yourself look decent, my brother brought your uncle along" Bra said disapprovingly while she pulled the fabric of my dress lower as though it would stretch itself long enough to cover more of my thighs. I found myself looking once again at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and confirmed what I had suspected—I looked as shitty as I felt, no. even worse. My hair was a complete chaos and the mascara I had applied so skillfully before the party had smeared under my eyes. I felt a little more sober now and with the thick cloud of alcohol slowly dissipating from my system I could think more clearly; I was so disappointed in myself and the lengths of the actions I took…all because of a guy.

In one of her attempts to make the inflexible fabric yield, Bra's hands grazed the inside of my leg and I winced in pain; the bruises Uub left were turning a light shade of purple and then it dawned on me, that's why Bra was so fixated on "altering" my dress— If someone put me in the middle of the street I'd look like a rape victim. The thought made me laugh hysterically. It was silly, we all saw Uub as a saint that was not capable of doing evil, yet if my dad or my uncle saw me in the condition I was currently in they would convince themselves of the opposite.

"Why are they here?" my voice came out unusually slurred when compared to Bra's. As far as I was aware we had agreed not to not tell anyone of our outing. "Our ride ditched us, I had no other choice" she eyed me questioningly. Bra wasn't stupid, she knew it took a lot for Uub to snap and apparently everyone knew he was hypersensitive to me. "Did you guys…?" she asked while looking at my bruises, I couldn't help but manage a light hearted laugh. "Yeah, we got a little rough" I kept smiling at her. It was all I could do. I couldn't explain to her why I had just had sex with Uub after I had made it clear that I wanted nothing more than his friendship— because no matter how understanding and how great of a friend Bra was, she would never understand the unhealthy attraction I had for her brother and definitively would not approve of what happened between us…or my methods of erasing those memories.

We were silent for a moment before Bra picked up a wet towel and worked on removing the black mascara from my face; that's what I liked most about her, she never pried; though I wished she had been anyone else's sister so that I would have someone to confide in. "Ok, that's as good as it's going to get" she said while inspecting me from head to toe. "Come on we have to go, they're waiting outside". My stomach began to twist at the thought of seeing Trunks again. It had been months since we had spoken to each other and the short walk from the bathroom to the drive way of the house did not seem like enough time to mentally prepare for this reunion. "I'm afraid of seeing Trunks" it came out in a small voice. I was truly terrified of seeing him, of not knowing what he would say to me, I just wanted to be reassured that everything was going to be fine. He was like a drug, I had managed to stay away from him with some struggle, I wasn't sure if I would be able to if I saw him again. Bra just laughed in complete amusement "It's ok; I'm usually the bad influence so he'll think I was the one who thought of coming here."

I felt my heart stop when I saw him leaning casually on the Jeep next to my uncle, his blue eyes pierced through my skin when his gaze finally met mine and all I could do was take it all in…the way the sleeves of his button up were rolled up to reveal his very sculpted arms, his lips, and the smirk they were set in—the anticipation in his eyes, he was up to something and it scared me. Every sloppy step I took towards him became more hesitant and Bra did nothing to acknowledge it except pull me harder to them. Out of the nowhere the image of being thrown into the cage of a hungry lion came to mind.

There wasn't an interexchange of hellos before my uncle began to scrutinize me—I was in trouble. "Pan, you're absolutely trashed" he said surprised and then moved to look at Trunks who stood with his arms crossed and apparently very amused by the situation. "Bro, there's no way we're taking her to her house while she's like that, Gohan is going to kill her."

"I'm fine" I argued, I did not want to be ditched at the party house until they thought it to be appropriate, they hadn't done it before because I had never been in this situation...But it seemed like a likely solution. My words were still coming out a little more slurred than I preferred and it only made me lose credibility. "You're right" Trunks chuckled "She can stay the night at my place. I'll make sure she's coherent by the time I have to take her home in the morning" he glance at his watch and corrected himself "Make that afternoon".

"I owe you man" my eyes widened in disbelief; I could not believe my uncle was agreeing to this. I was outraged. Did he really trust us two together? By ourselves? Again, the haze of alcohol cleared up just enough for me to see through it..Of course he did, Trunks was my uncle's best friend and use to be my guardian as well, and the right question to ask would have been WHY he wouldn't have trusted us together?

My uncle was obviously to reality.

Trunks propped himself off my uncle's jeep and made his way to the two door sports car parked behind it. "Come on Panny, it'll be a sleepover just like old times" he winked back at me. He was referring to our many sleep overs when I was young, when he was nothing more than the boy who played tea parties when my parents were out late. He knew how to piss me off.