-1A/N I can hardly bare to write about Goten telling the family about why Bra ran away, it's rather painful if you know what I mean. But it has to be done and I better get on with it I suppose. Hoping to make this one at least 2000 words, I usually do round about 1500 words per chapter, sometimes less. But I am determined to make this one a decent length!

Chapter 10: Flight XL918

Goten sat on his bed with his head in his hands, deciding miserably what to do. He knew he had to tell someone about the real reason Bra ran away. He just wished Bra hadn't felt the need to run away. They could have sorted all this out, he would have looked after her. Although Vegeta would have been furious, but he could of always made Trunks deal with Vegeta; Trunks probably being the only person brave enough to stand up to the prince of the sayains, apart from his mother of course. Bulma had always had a way of winding Vegeta round her little finger, while Trunks just yelled till eventually his father was forced to give in.

Goten was pretty sure he'd tell Trunks first by now. Trunks of course would be furious at first, but Goten reckoned that he would understand after the initial shock wore off. After all it wasn't exactly all Goten's fault. Trunks had persuaded his mother to let Bra drink alcohol, if he hadn't she wouldn't of got drunk and slept with him. This was Goten's way of blackmailing him to help defend him from Vegeta, by making Trunks bear part of the blame.

So shaking with apprehension, Goten dialled Trunks' mobile number and asked him to come round immediately. Trunks sounded surprised but agreed to come all the same. Now all Goten had to do was wait in silence for Trunks to get here. He was trying to figure out what to say and mesmerise it. He knew he'd get tongue-tied when he came to telling Trunks what was the matter.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Shivering, Goten answered it and forced Trunks to sit down on his bed. The same bed he and Bra had been on all those years ago. Gathering up all his courage Goten began to speak.

"Trunks, …do you remember that party of your mum's, you know the one where you convinced your mum to let your… er well, sister drink." Goten stammered watching Trunks stiffen at the mention of his sister.

"Well… there's something I haven't told you that I suppose I ought to have done. It's just I didn't realise how important it was till just now. It involves why your sister left" Goten continued. Trunks didn't say anything and continued staring at the floor in silence. Goten thought he had better go on with the story.

"Well you know I got drunk… like usual and I err slept with your sister" Goten said not daring to look at Trunks's face. "Andthenshegotpregnantandranofftolondon" He could feel Trunk's gaze on him.

"You what?" Trunks exclaimed, not quite understanding the gibberish Goten had just said, but comprehending it's basic meaning; Goten had slept with his sister and got her pregnant. He also thought he had heard the word London. Maybe that was where she had run away to.

"When did you find this all out?" Trunks said, determined to remain calm. Goten owed him an explanation and he was not going to get it if he started shouting angrily. So biting his lip he struggled to keep his voice steady and under control. Goten however was on edge, expecting him to shout at him like Trunks usually did when angered.

"Umm just this very moment" Goten replied "You know that letter she wrote for me when she ran away, there was actually a secret message hidden in it that I figured out after I read the Da Vinci Code" There was a hint of pride in Goten's voice, he bet Trunks wouldn't have been able to solve it as it was very complicated.

"Bring it here, I want to see how well she did it, Bra was never very skilled at that sort of stuff, I bet it's really obvious" Trunks said, his voice still under control. So Goten ran off to fetch it. When he returned he placed it in front of Trunks.

"Honestly, it's really difficult to solve" Goten said "It takes ages to find it" Trunks picked up the letter and started to read. Goten sat and waited, not expecting Trunks to find anything. After all it had taken him five years to work out.

After about a minute Trunks smiled and handed the letter back to Goten.

"The capitals spell "Pregnant in London" Trunks said lazily, not believing that it had actually taken his best friend five whole years to figure this out "I knew it would be obvious, Bra has no subtlety"

As he said this, the smile dropped from Goten's face, he had thought it an almost impossible code to crack. But then again Trunks did have an IQ of 155, making him highly intelligent. Goten's IQ however was 95, five points below average. Goten decided not to argue though because he didn't want Trunks to start shouting. He knew how much effort Trunks was putting in to stop himself strangling him.

"I suppose we better go and look for her" Trunks sighed "I know she doesn't want us to, but how is she going to cope with a young child all by herself, she's still a child herself" Goten agreed with most of this, yet he suspected that the now twenty year old Bra was probably more mature than Trunks supposed. She was a woman now.

"I won't tell mum, she'll get her hopes up too high" Trunks said, forming a plan already "If we don't find her, mum would be devastated. London's a pretty big place after all, and we have no idea where to look." Goten nodded, quickly logging onto his computer. They needed to book flights and fast, there was no time to lose. Bra needed them.

So a few days later, Bulma said her farewells at the airport, telling them to enjoy their "sightseeing" in London. The two friends just smiled sheepishly and waved, hurriedly boarding the plane. As they sat down, Trunks noticed several of the pretty air hostesses eyeing Goten up. Goten was completely oblivious to this. Trunks sighed for what seemed to Goten like the hundredth time and leaned back against his seat. Somehow Trunks had never been fond of flying, despite designing most of the airplanes himself. Trunks supposed this was due to knowing every single little thing that could possible go wrong with the machinery. But ignoring his fear of flying, Trunks tried to relax and get some sleep.

Four hours later, Trunks awoke from an uneasy sleep. Next to him Goten was sitting with not one but two air hostesses on his lap. He could hear Goten telling them all about their mission to fetch Bra back home. The air hostesses seemed extremely interested in all Goten had to say and were currently cuddling up against Goten's chest, not that Goten seemed to mind.

"Oh look your hot friend has woken up" the blond air hostess exclaimed. The pretty blonde air hostess then removed herself from Goten's lap and flounced over to Trunks and sidling onto his waiting lap. As she did this Trunks rolled his eyes but allowed the air hostess to remain on his lap. Trunks for some unknown reason had never liked Blondes and now was no different.

Trunks sat there in silence as Goten continued to boast to the other air Hostess about the time he had saved some girls life while scuba diving in Australia. He was telling every little detail about the Great White Shark nearly eating him and his girlfriend alive. Every time he reached a dramatic part in his story the air hostesses would gasp in amazement.

"oh you must have been so brave!" cried out the brunette on Goten's lap. Trunks rolled his eyes again obviously. The blonde on his lap was now eyeing the brunette enviously. Trunks hadn't said one word to her and she was fed up. Eventually after Trunks had got out his ipod and started listening to it on full volume she got up and stormed off, the brunette reluctantly following.

"Hey Trunks why you being so boring" Goten whined. "you could have at least acknowledged she was there."

"You know what I think about blondes" said Trunks rolling his eyes for a third time. "They're so obvious"

They sat there saying nothing for a while. Eventually Trunks broke the silence by saying: "Anyway Goten, You've never been to Australia…" Goten blushed and muttered something about exaggerating a little.

Trunks slowly dozed back to sleep, leaving Goten some time to think. He wondered what this child of his and Bra's would look like. He sincerely hoped it resembled it's mother, she was so very beautiful. Maybe Bra had never waited to find out who it looked like; perhaps it was starving in an orphanage at this very moment, alone and unwanted by it's mother. Of course not, Bra wouldn't do a thing like that, would she? Goten pondered on whether the child was male or female… or both… or neither… Maybe it was an alien. Goten's intelligent brain raced at all the possibilities…

At long last, they landed at Heathrow airport. Trunks ordered a cab into central London and half dragged half carried a sleeping Goten into a hotel in the west end. Trunks had often stayed here during capsule corps conferences his mother had sent to him, and he knew it was lovely, a little extravagant for his tastes perhaps but lovely all the same. Trunks had booked one suite for the both of them, he suspected that if he got one each, Goten would probably take advantage of some of the pretty waitresses who worked in the hotel's restaurant. Goten tended to get a little hormonal.

So he carried his sleeping best friend up to their hotel room, which was beautifully furnished. Luxurious chandeliers hung from the ceiling, sending a shimmering light across the room. The deep red curtains were cut from the finest red velvet. The best part though, in Trunk's opinion, had to be the Jacuzzi located in the lounge, in front of the massive 50 inch flat screened TV with 312 different channels.

Trunks, too tired to watch television, put Goten gently into one of the twin beds in the bedroom. Goten remained fast asleep. Trunks smiled at his best friend, he couldn't stay angry at him. Sure he'd messed up but everyone makes mistakes and being mad at Goten would not help the situation. Trunks sighed deeply and climbed into the empty twin bed and pulled the fluffy pillow over his head, trying to block out the sounds of the traffic down in the busy West End street below. Trunks however always slept like that no matter how noisy it was, Goten on the other hand curled up under the duvet. It was also common knowledge to Trunks that Goten still had a teddy bear, even though he was twenty four.

Trunks gave Goten one final look and then drifted into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of the task of the morning ahead…

A/N sorry this chapter isn't much of a plot mover but I felt like writing about Goten and Trunks. After all, they're the cutest friends ever. Anyway I needed a break from writing total misery! Please Review, but no flames, I don't mind constructive criticism though. No offence to blondes out there. I personally do not have any problem with blonde haired people, but I just felt like making Trunks prejudice against blondes for some unknown reason! Plus did you know this chapter is in fact exactly two thousand words long!