Chapter 25

It's a few hours later from the whole "boo-boo" incident. I am so glad that fiasco is over. When Trunks and I gone downstairs we were greeted (more like visually raked from head to toe) by my fiancé's mother, Bulma, who instantly asked Trunks where he received all his injuries. And to my knowledge, I should have been prepared for anything he would say... even though he was sincere in his unintended, double-meaning words.

"Well... I received these at the mall," started Trunks as he pointed to the injuries on the side of his face.

Innocent enough I mentally concluded as I noticed my future mother-in-law gasp and rave over such injuries he sported. Such an insane woman—she's just as bad as my grandmother! Speaking of the devil, I have inkling that my grandmother and Mrs. Briefs are best friends.

Ew.

And I'm marrying her son?

I really hope I'm not filling in some sick fantasy the two have in finally being related. That would be just sick, twisted, and wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG!

I didn't catch what Mrs. Briefs raved about earlier but I noticed when Trunks started speaking once more.

"I told you! I slipped on some ice Pan and I were playing with."

Bulma crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Well that wasn't very smart. Let's hope no one else slipped and mortally wound themselves."

Trunks merely laughed, "You're being over dramatic."

"Fine fine," gave up the older woman as she held up her hands in exasperation. Her eyes landed on her son's black eye, my pride and glory. "Tell me Trunks," started Bulma lightly touching the injury, "How did you receive this? It's a bit hard to fall on something and receive a black eye."

My fiancé glanced at me momentarily before saying; "Pan gave this to me before I fell off of the bed earlier."

Bulma paused in her words before glancing to both of us. She gave me another look before a sly smirk fell onto her lips, "Ah, so I see we have some hormones doing their duty."

Trunks cocked an eyebrow; I dumbly stared at the woman. Was Bulma really that stupid or was her mind stuck in the gutter? All I did was punch Trunks in the eye! That's all! Nothing more! I really hope there doesn't have to be some scene made about this craziness because I (for one) don't want to be apart of it!

"Yeah..." replied Trunks unsurely. He told me in the mental link, 'My mother can be crazy at times; just ignore her.'

I glanced over the so-called genius of the world. 'I kind of figured,' I replied to Trunks smiling wryly.

"Oh, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed with a smile, "I was thinking you would NEVER settle down Trunks! He is already thirty years old and has no wife!"

I noticed Trunks' cool smile turn into mush when his mother spoke of his age. I guess his age is a sensitive spot. But really, his mother shouldn't be so outspoken. I could see Trunks containing his embarrassment and anger. I could also hear him softly count to one hundred in the link!

"We'll, you know Pan and I still trying to decide on a wedding day-"

"When will that be?"

I heard a different voice, one that almost sounded identical to the misses of the house.

"Bra," started Trunks with a smile, "I haven't see you for a while."

"It's called school," stated the Bulma clone as she sauntered to the fridge—most likely to raid it. I vaguely remember her being around... but from what I understand through Trunks' memories, Bra is an exchange student to some foreign country. Turns out she will be the traveling agent for the Capsule Corporation company. Her knowledge of different languages would be key in this ploy.

Figures.

"But enough about me," added Bra as she stared at me. Yes, she looked me up and down as if to size me up. "I know we met once before," started the teenager as she veered towards me, the food of her choice in her hands; "but we met on rather... unusual terms."

Ah yes... I had to borrow some of her clothing thanks to the injuries Vegeta had bestowed on me on the night of my award ceremony.

I nodded my head; "I wanted to thank you for helping me. It was most appreciated."

She smiled to me pleasantly. "It was my pleasure."

I had a good feeling about her from that moment on.

The younger sister of my fiancé took one look at her brother and frowned in distaste. "Please tell me you are going to eat a sensu bean soon. If you go out looking like that, people are going to think Pan beats you!"

I noticed Trunks' lips curl in a sarcastic smile, "Well, I can't say that I will deny that fact..."

I roll my eyes.

Bra laughs and pats my shoulder with her hand. She is but a few feet away. "Well Pan, I must say you have my brother wrapped around your little finger! That is an extreme privilege."

I blink. "Pr-privilege?"

She nods her head. "He takes shit from no one! If they lay a finger on his 'lovely locks of hair'," she stated in her gayest voice, "then their ass is to pay for harming a strand!" She snapped her fingers and ran to the other side of the room, "Hold that thought!" she exclaimed before rummaging through the drawers. She then pulls put something small and dark allowing the light to shine upon it. "I remembered where I put it!"

"Your mind?" asked Trunks raising an eyebrow.

"Nope..." answered Bra walking over towards her brother, "That thing is lost and will NEVER be found, but I KNOW you will need this."

A capsule.

I raise my eyebrow. "Okay..." I looked up to the crazy sister. I guess insanity runs in the family. "What is it?"

Her triumphant smile turned into a wide smirk as she presented it to Trunks and me. "I think the both of you would enjoy this. I had inkling you two would be marrying soon, so I thought, "What the hell?" Most likely, I'll have to miss the ceremony. I'm leaving tomorrow for Paris so I won't be around to give this to you on your special day."

Trunks received the capsule and warily stared at his sister. "Should we be scared?"

Bra waved her hand. "Nah. I thought the two of you would like a fun game to play. Oh, and I found the cutest outfit for you Pan. I figured, because of your saiyan genes you would be about my size. I'm also sure your appetites will appreciate the sweets I added in this stash, but make sure you open the capsule in a bedroom. I made sure to stuff that capsule to the brim."

I smiled nervously at Bra and thanked her. "You really didn't have to do this."

She laughed and hugged me. "Trust me hun. With a man like my brother wrapped around your finger you will need all of these things." She winked at us before walking off.

I glanced to Trunks and he at me. "Should we even dare to open it?"

He stared at the capsule for a moment. "My sister has surprised me before by giving nice gifts."

"Let's open it in your room just in case," I suggested cringing. Why did I have a bad feeling about this gift?

So we ran up to Trunks room. He made sure to clear his open floors before pressing in the button and tossing it to the floor. The smoke covered the items and we waited for it to settle.

I noticed the boxes that lined the floor. Many, MANY boxes.

Cautiously we walked to them and Trunks pulled up a note and began reading it aloud. "To my big bro and new sis,

I am sure you will appreciate these things while starting your new life together... More importantly on saiyan terms: your mating life. Have fun and enjoy!

-Bra."

Trunks clenched his teeth. I could see his frustration and embarrassment. "I should have known..." he muttered while folding up the letter.

"We might as well see what she purchased. Because we're prepared, I'm sure we can get a few laughs out of them."

Trunks' eyes lightened at my sarcasm. He grinned wolfishly. "Then we should open these."

I nodded. "I guess so..."

I pulled out a box and stared at it. I looked to the sky and pleaded to kami for it to be something nice and non-embarrassing.

I pulled back the paper and pulled the thing up.

My face paled.

Black lingerie.

I slowly lowered it in the box and closed it back up. I shoved it as far away from me as possible.

Trunks laughed loudly as my face became redder. "I really think we should wait until the night of the wedding... what do you say?" I asked nervously.

"Well... I don't know," started Trunks as he reached for the box I pushed away. He opened it back up and pulled out the lacy bra. "It would be a waste to just keep it in the box. 'Cause I would LOVE to see you in this."

If Trunks weren't a well-trained fighter, he would have had another black eye at the end of the day.

Okay. My dignity just went down the toilet. We opened two gifts, so I'm guessing what could be worse than these two? My hesitating hand reached over to another box, and I SLOWLY unwrapped it. Trunks glanced over my shoulder.

I blinked.

Chocolate-syrup, chilled whipped cream, and cheese wiz.

I stared at the items long and hard.

Trunks began laughing again, most likely at my dumbfounded face. "There is no way..." I rubbed my aching temples. "I am never trusting your sister again."

Trunks rubbed my shoulders and hugged me tightly. "Welcome to the family, Pan."

I rolled my eyes.

Yeah, welcome to the family...