The next afternoon, Bra got home from school and cleaned up the house. She didn't want Goten and her to have to work in a mess. Her mom wasn't home yet so her and Trunks made dinner and ate together. Afterwards, they cleaned up.

Bra was washing the dishes from dinner while Trunks was drying them. Their mother had gone to dinner with Marron's mom. The doorbell rang.

"Will you get it?" Bra asked, holding up her soapy hands. "It's probably Goten."

"Goten? What on earth?" He asked, turning to look at her.

"We have a project for school," she said resignedly.

"Wow, I haven't seen him in years. Not since that fight we had at the tournament when dad left."

"Well, go answer the door and you can reminisce about it all you want," said Bra darkly, plunging her hands back into the water.

He made a face as he put the dish he was holding away and threw the dishtowel over his shoulder as he went for the door.

Bra sighed, not looking forward to this at all. She could hear the footsteps echoing off the tile floor in the hallway as Trunks opened the door to allow someone entrance. She could hear Trunks' voice say something, something sharp and then Goten's voice reply just as sharply. They emerged looking as though they had a nice conversation, but Bra seriously doubted they had. Trunks grabbed his keys off the counter while Goten stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He looked as if he might be contaminated by anything he touched.

"Where are you going?" Bra asked, putting a plate into the strainer.

"Me and Marron were gonna check out the block party downtown."

"She didn't tell me about it," Bra said frowning.

"I only heard about it a few minutes ago. Plus, she said she wasn't supposed to tell you something. And we all know had bad she is as keeping secrets."

"Well, tell her I figured it out. She can stop avoiding me anytime now. And ask her how Todd is, will you?" Bra shouted as he walked through the door.

"Will do," he said slamming the door.

After Trunks was gone, Bra took as long as she possibly could to finish the dishes to avoid the work she would soon have to start. She still had a lot of dishes to do so she left them in the sink and went to sit across from Goten who had tried to make himself at home on the sofa.

"Let's get started." He suggested. They sat and worked for an hour straight before they took even one break.

"Can we stop for a bit?" He complained "My head is aching." She shrugged.

"Sure. I think that will be acceptable until we have to meet again." He leaned back in his chair but she got up and tended to the dishes again. She knew her mother would be angry if she didn't finish even if she had a guest over. He came over and stood against the counter opposite her.

"So what do you think of Pan?" She looked up. She had guessed this would come. He was going to try to get her to quit.

"She was wonderful." He blinked.

"She was?"

"She behaved like an angel when I babysat her. All she wanted to do was play and when I told her to go to bed, she did. I mean, she didn't fuss or fight or anything she just did exactly what I said."

"I guess she really does like you."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"Oh I don't know. It was just a coincidence that she even met you and she falls in love with you." And after a while he added, "She really is a sweetheart." Bra said nothing. He was watching her. She had taken the hose out of the sink and was spraying down a dish.

"You missed a spot." He laughed, and without even thinking, Bra sprayed him with the hose. Her happy face turned to shock.

"Oh my God!" She said, holding down her laughter at him. He was dripping wet, his face reddening with anger. "I'm so sorry!" But she burst into laughter and so Goten ignored it as he grabbed a glass from the dish drainer, filled it up with water and dumped it on her head. She gasped.

"Oh hell no." She had the hose and he had a glass full of water and soon it had become an all out war in which both of them couldn't get any wetter. Finally, she gave in.

"Okay, okay! You win, I'm soaking wet and this kitchen is a mess!" But he came around the counter, around which they had been running, with full intentions to continue their game. She tried to get past him, but he cut her off any way she would go so she ran. He blocked her and she ran into him. He looked down and her as she looked up. Their lips were barely an inch apart. She could feel his hot breath on her lips. She closed her eyes, breathing into him. She didn't move. She felt him kiss her. Her eyes were closed. No one was watching. Trunks wouldn't be back for hours and her mom had been known to stay out all night.

She kissed him back. His hand brushed against her cheek and she was losing her grip on reality as he strayed from her lips and down the right side of her neck, his breath warm on her skin. This felt so right. Goten. Goten? Goten! Goten was wrong. It felt right but it was Goten, her enemy, the person she hated most in the world.

His lips kissed her again but she jerked away from him, still breathing hard. Her mind had won the battle against her heart.

"You should go." She swallowed hard, not daring to look back at him. She heard his movements gathering up his things and the door slam behind him. She fell to her knees on the wet kitchen floor, her jeans spreading with moisture.

"What have I done?" She asked herself, closing her eyes as her fingers caressed her lips.