Disclaimer: Don't own DB/Z/GT, neither do I own the two songs I used in this chapter. Wait, or was it three? It was three: J Dilla's "Nothing Like this", Georg Philipp Telemann's Concerto for violin, strings & continuo in, D major, TWV 51:D9: I. Con Contento played (Performed by Orfeo Baroque Orchestra), and El Ten Eleven's "Hot Cakes".

Dude Where's My World:

Revised

Chapter 25: Something Tells Me

Josie walked down a hallway in the teenager's wing of the house, humming in her mind, hands swaying lightly in front of her as she turned a corner. Life was good because she was back home for good — for a few months anyway. After that successful dinner with Vegeta the previous week, Bulma had welcomed her back home and the kids had celebrated that whole weekend—minus the few hours that Trunks was gone for his date. Josie chose not to dwell on that strange thought and instead, focused on the reason that she was happy right now.

Josie lazily made her way to Valerie's bedroom, turning the knob of the room, seeing Valerie sitting up on her bed with her legs were splayed in front of her and earphones blasting on her head, while she calmly drew in a sketchbook. Josie sighed lightly, leaning on the doorway and Valerie heard the small noise and looked up in time to catch Josie shaking her head. She raised an eyebrow at that, curious as to what she'd done to earn Josie's disapproval now. Valerie grinned, nodding upwards, as if asking, 'what's up?'.

Josie rolled her eyes, and stepped into the room, climbing onto the bed and taking the materials from Valerie's hands and setting them to the side, which Valerie let her do without a fuss. Josie had not failed to notice Valerie's increase in patience when it came to her, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it yet, but instead of delving into the thoughts she shrugged them off, as she turned back to Valerie, climbing back on the bed and kneeling behind her and started to mess with her hair.

"…Um, dude?" Valerie questioned, confused. "What are you doing?" At just that moment Bra came through the door, turning to the door and closing it behind herself.

Bra smiled when she noticed Josie. "Oh good, you got started already!" Bra said happily, bringing her hands to show them what she was holding: a large make-up bag.

Valerie startled at the sight, "Whoa, whoa, wait." She started to back up into Josie, who only backed up with her. "What the hell is this for?" Valerie asked miserably, as she noticed Bra start to set her bag on Valerie's desk and start to take out everything in the bag from cover-up, to blush, to bronzer, eyeliner, mascara, everything. "W-what did I do? Why?" Valerie asked, a whine to her voice, as if she was being punished, looking back at Josie helplessly.

"Here." Bra said to Josie, lightly throwing a comb at Josie who easily caught it with one hand and started to run it through Valerie's hair. Valerie's hand immediately came up, putting it over the top part of her head to ease Josie's tugging comb. Josie slowed her hand and combed more gently, patting Valerie's shoulder comfortingly.

"Come-on! One of you tell me what's going on?" Bra turned her body towards Valerie, planting her weight on one hand that rested on Valerie's desk, her other hand on her hip, as she gave Valerie a look.

"You're kidding me, right?" Bra asked dryly, not sounding terribly amused. Valerie looked at the ground, trying furiously to remember whatever it was that she was supposed to be remembering. Bra sighed loudly at Valerie's inability to remember such an important day, and she lazily looked over at the amused Josie, "I thought you said you told her about this?" Josie sighed and mouthed that she did, and Bra shook her head with disappointment, realizing that Valerie was hopeless. "Josie, help me out with this one, please?" Bra asked, gesturing for Josie to take the floor.

Josie nodded, scooting off the bed and quickly straightening out her light blue jeans and light orange form fitting t-shirt. She stood in the middle of the room and gestured at her own eyes, Valerie's, then her own eyes again, to make sure she had Valerie's full attention. She gestured a tall person, then took her hair out of its high pony tail and started pulling up chunks of it in gravity defying directions, planting on a goofy smile. Valerie merely tilted her head at Josie's antics, confused, but thinking now that she could see why Vegeta would constantly claim that they were some kids high on drugs. "You're some…crazy monkey?" She guessed, confused. It wasn't necessarily a wrong answer, Josie had thought, because Saiyans were kind of like— she jumped when Bra smacked her arm. Bra had been watching her and had seen her considering the answer and she was not amused because she was no damn monkey. Josie rubbed her arm sheepishly, knowing that she deserved it she turned back to Valerie, doing the motions to a kamehameha.

"Goku?" Valerie asked, confused as to how he had anything to do with make-up. Josie shook her head and gestured a little bit shorter, to imply younger. "...Gohan?" Valerie offered. Josie shook her head once more and gestured shorter, at her shoulder level. "…Goten is not that short." Valerie finally answered correctly. Josie smiled at her finally getting it because this was getting to be hard work. Josie once more gestured at that height level again, then at her held up index finger, indicating that that finger was Goten; she then gestured to Valerie as her right hand's — briefly gesturing the height of her hip level and making Valerie roll her eyes. Josie grinned, having been unable to help but briefly poke fun at Valerie's height.

Realizing that she was distracting herself, Josie shook her head to get herself back to the explanation and held up both index fingers from each hand, now that their identities were confirmed. She brought the two fingers together and implied kissing with them. Valerie's eyes widened as she realized now that she and Bra were talking about getting her ready for her date with Goten, which couldn't possibly be today. Josie had sprung up the rescheduled date last Saturday right before she'd entered Bulma's office, where Valerie didn't dare follow her to talk about that particular subject.

Valerie now desperately glanced at the calendar on another wall and she did the math in her head as to how many days were supposed to be left and after a minute, her wide eyes slowly turned back to Josie's twisted puppet fingers. "…No!" Josie shrugged with a smile.

…

An hour later, Trunks was in the common area, sitting at the desk, looking over some things on the computer. He'd been very focused, squinting at the screen when loud shouts and thumps sounded in the hallway and he looked over just in time to see Valerie rushing into the room, half of her hair in a pig tail and the other half loose and wild when she burst into the room. She desperately looked around for somewhere to hide, her eyes barely registering his presence before she ducked behind a couch. A second later Josie and Bra appeared in the room, looking around, each holding a cosmetic in their hands. Bra sighed, fisted hand at her hip. "Val, come-on, this is so childish—and this is coming from an eleven-year-old—We're just trying to help."

"Well I don't want it!" Valerie shouted out, cursing a second later when she realized she'd given herself away. Bra smiled and walked around the couch and picked up Valerie, putting her over her shoulder and starting to walk back. She didn't like to display such feats of strength — she felt quite unfeminine when she did that — but this was a necessary evil at the moment. Valerie wriggled and complained as Bra wordlessly took her back out with Josie watching them go with amusement down the hallway.

"Damn it Bra, when did you become Josie? Let me go! This is ridiculous—I don't even think Josie was ever this bad! GAH! At the very damn least I know she couldn't have caveman dragged me like this! Let me go, you half-Saiyan crazy child!" Josie heard Bra retort something back about it all being for her own good, before a door slammed. Josie glanced over, when she felt eyes on her and smiled at the questioning look Trunks was giving her.

"...Is that all for their date?" He asked, surprised. Josie nodded with a smile, giving him a wave before going back into the chaos. All Trunks could think as he heard Valerie's bedroom door open again and the shouting became audible again, was that he was very grateful to not be a girl.

…

"Hmm…" Bra said critically, as she stood off to the side, studying her finished project. Josie stood beside her, her index finger to her chin, her elbow supported by her other arm. "What do you think, Miss Guerrero?" Still in a snobbish woman character, Josie held her chin a little higher and with distaste circled around Valerie studying her; from her wavy hair, to her loose white, long shirt with a bit of wear and tear to it, to make it look more rebellious, underneath that were black leather pants, and lastly black faux-patent boots.

"Stop that!" Valerie said, impatiently waving away Josie's attentions, pulling away from them both, giving them a glare. "What the hell is it with you two and leather?" She demanded, pulling in frustrating at the material that covered her legs.

Bra shrugged with a smile. "We balanced out the uncomfortable pants with the comfortable—and might I add quite stylish white shirt." Bra countered back.

"What-damn-ever." Valerie muttered, sitting back on the bed in a huff, cringing at the noise her leather pants made. Bra shrugged, unoffended by the lack of thanks, turning to look at Josie with a sly smile.

"Did she always throw temper tantrums this way?" She asked, taking Josie's grin as all the answer she needed to confirm her answer.

"I hate you all." Valerie said simply, as she looked down at her pants and continued to tug at the material. Josie signaled closed her fingers, except for her thumb and index fingers and connected both fingers at the tips of her thumbs and grinning held it up to her own forehead to sign a 'W' on her forehead, remembering that game —what felt like a long time ago— Valerie flipped Josie off, only succeeding in making her grin.

They heard a knock at the door, and Josie walked over, opening the door for Trunks who came in, smiling and curious. He studied Valerie briefly, giving her a sympathetic look. "Uncomfortable?" He asked.

She nodded, standing up unhappily. "Very…"

"I'm sorry." He apologized, but his grin making that apology of his not sound all that sincere. "Just wanted to let you know that Goten is here."

Valerie looked up at Bra who stood a foot or two away from her. "I take back what I said, I don't hate this one." She said, indicating Trunks with an index finger, feigning indifference as she desperately tried to focus on her annoyance with the girls instead of the raging butterflies that were let loose in her belly the moment Trunks announced Goten's presence.

"Come-on then," Bra said, pulling Valerie up and looking her over quickly once more. She grabbed her bracelets of all different colors from the table nearby and put them on Valerie's wrist. "There," She nodded with satisfaction. "Can never go wrong with accessories." She said smiling victoriously. "You approve Josie?" Josie watched from the side, studying her friend, she finally gave a thumbs up and a smile.

"Good, now that we've got her approval let's get moving, we don't want poor nervous Goten to think that you're backing out here." Trunks said ushering her towards the door. "That'd break his little heart and then what chance would you two crazy kids have at—" Valerie's head snapped towards Josie, glaring daggers at her.

"When the hell was it decided that you losing your voice meant that they'd take over your job of making my life miserable?" Josie simply grinned in reply. No such conspiracy had taken place behind her back, but heck, Valerie didn't need to know that. Valerie rolled her eyes at Josie's lack of response and her obvious amusement. "I take back what I took back." She said, giving them all the bird, Josie covering Bra's eyes to shelter her innocence. "I absolutely hate you all." Valerie marched out of the room, her hands fisted at her sides, as if she was ready to head into war. The remaining three teens in the room looked at each other for a minute as they heard Valerie muttering to herself down the hallway, Bra snickered, and then Trunks joined, both Briefs howling with laughter while Josie watched over them grinning.

…

Valerie walked down the hallway, again, trying to hold onto her annoyance, trying quite hard to be nonchalant about this day in which she was going to happen to be hanging out with Goten without any of the others; that didn't necessarily make it a date though and she didn't have to think of it that way—why should she? It was just two friends — who happened to be of the opposite sex — hanging out, there was nothing unusual about that. They had done it before and that had turned out all right. She smiled as she attempted to go down the stairs, trying to hold onto that mentality.

Goten looked up as Valerie came down the stairs and a smile instantaneously came to him. He knew that the origins of this date were a bit sketchy, but all he really knew was that he was getting to hang out with a pretty cool girl today, and he had absolutely no problem with that.

"Hey Val," Goten greeted with a smile. "You look really nice."

She ducked her head, fighting off the blush that was already taking over her face. "Thanks." She mumbled, embarrassed. "Ready to do this then?" She asked quickly, going past him to the door.

He blinked, surprised, and nodded, following her out the door. Going to Goten's borrowed car had been an embarrassing hassle, he had tried to open the door for her, and she had opened it herself and started to get in before she realized what he was trying to do. She backed up out of the car and closed the door quickly again, mortified and unsure of what to do. Goten had quietly opened the door back up for her and waited patiently for her to get in again, before closing the door; fighting not to grin at how flushed Val was and he briefly wondered, as he got into the driver's seat, if he was going to see her skin color go back to its normal hue at all before the night was over. "Val?" Goten asked tentatively, as he turned on the car, she startled, looking over at him.

"Y-yeah?" She asked.

He smiled, pointing towards the radio. "Sorry," He apologized with a grin. "just wanted to tell you, you can change it to whatever you want." He offered, as he took the car off park and started to make his way onto the street. She nodded, nervously changing the channels, unsure where to leave it at, completely in the dark about what his music tastes could possibly be.

"…C-can we just listen to one of your CD's?" Valerie asked tentatively.

He glanced over with a smile. "Sure." He offered, pressing a button on the stereo to play the CD he already had in there. He turned it up a little as he took another turn, an insisting and attention-grabbing beat starting up.

All I need in, my, life is

There, is, no-thing like this

I never felt, quite, like this

All I need in, my life, life is

There, is, no-thing like this

Valerie blinked down in surprise at the car's stereo, then over at Goten, all shyness and awkwardness forgotten. "…What is this?" She asked.

"I don't remember the name." He said with a smile. "If it's not good, you can go ahead and-"

"No, it's great, we have something just like it at home, I love this." She said honestly. He grinned as he stared back at the road, having noticed from the corner of his eye as she stopped leaning away from him and now sat up excitedly, rhythmically thumping her fingers on her lap to the song.

You turn my, nights, into days

You show me, the, light uh-huh

Gotta, have, you right away

I never felt, quite, like this

All I need in, my life is.

There is, no-thing like this

I never felt, quite, like this

Goten pulled into a large restaurant, stopping in front of it, where valet was already coming around to open the door for them both. Valerie looked over at Goten, startled, when she noticed where they were, and all he had time to do before his door was opened for him, was shrug embarrassed and quickly stuff something into his pocket from the car. He handed his keys to the valet and went around to Valerie, offering his hand. She quickly took It, uncomfortable once more with the place.

He leaned down a little. "Don't worry." He whispered. "We won't be here very long." She nodded, and quietly remained by his side as they entered the restaurant.

"I don't get why Bra dressed me up this way if she knew we were coming here, I'm so not dressed correctly." She mumbled to herself.

"This way." A man with a French accent in a black suit directed, leading them straight through the restaurant to the second floor where there was a completely isolated level. The room was spacious and a somewhat deep brown with traces of burgundy on the walls with candles all throughout, making the atmosphere quite romantic, if not a bit forced. A large white marble stone fireplace that had intricate designs on it, carpets strewn around the room and vases throughout the room filled with roses, Iris, Sunflowers, Gardenia, Lilacs, Tulips, and many more. Beautiful paintings adorning the walls, and a lovely two door balcony overlooking the vista; while in the background Georg Philipp Telemann's Concerto for violin, strings & continuo in , D major, TWV 51:D9: I. Con Contento played (Performed by Orfeo Baroque Orchestra).

The waiter helped them both sit down and all Valerie could do was groan in displeasure as she looked at the over the top surroundings. Goten smiled, sympathetically.

"To start your evening off would you care to try some of our finest—"

"—No, water is fine for me." Valerie muttered, putting an elbow on the table and her cheek unhappily resting on her fist, looking up at the waiter; He startled at her unmannered demeanor and cleared his throat, nodding once quickly, and looking over at the gentlemen, holding his pen and notepad ready.

"And for you, sir?" He asked. Goten ignored the waiter and grinned at Valerie.

"Water for me too, man." Goten said happily, finally glancing up at the man with his happy grin, giving him a friendly pat on the arm for chuckles, knowing how ruffled the too stuck up waiter would be.

And yup, he was.

"I—urg," The waiter, straightened up his composure, and bowed briefly before scurrying off. He'd thought he'd been the luckiest man alive when he was told that two residents from the Briefs household would be attending. He thought he'd finally see class; some truly sophisticated people, and instead he got these two kids? He sighed as he entered the kitchen, throwing his notepad to the side and loosening up his cravat.

He was willing to bet anything that they weren't going to tip all that well either.

…

Josie sat, crossed legged in the living room floor, wearing light blue jeans, no shoes or socks, and a turquoise thin jacket. She was bored out of her mind, wondering what Valerie and Goten were up too, as she lazily blew bubbles from a little dispenser she'd managed to find in Bra's room. Trunks sat on a lazy-boy chair, feet up, mainly watching Josie's bubbles as opposed to the movie, a little bored himself. Bra was the only one of the three who was avidly watching the film, as she lay curled up on the couch.

After a minute or two, Bra blinked when she felt a crumpled paper hit her head. She leaned her head to the side glaring at Josie immediately, knowing she had to be the culprit. "Bad habit you're developing there, kid..." Bra muttered to Josie, as she lazily leaned on the ground to pick up the paper, knowing Josie had more than likely wrote something on it. She had started to pick up that habit sometime last week, having apparently learned it from one of Trunks friends—some nonsense about notepad having more use than a tablet. Bra sighed as she straightened it out and managed to read.

Where did you send Val and Goten?

Bra smiled at that, picturing what a lovely time those two must be having at the most beautiful restaurant in the city, secluded with a beautiful balcony overseeing the city and night sky. She glanced out the window noticing that it wasn't quite night yet, but it would be soon and then Valerie and Goten could dance in the moonlight…Bra blinked when another crumpled paper hit her on the forehead. Her head snapped towards Josie glaring daggers at the girl who grinned sheepishly, holding her hands up in an apologetic manner. Bra un-crumpled the second note and her eyes narrowed further at the fact that this note didn't even say anything. She rolled her eyes, realizing this was just Josie trying to get her attention again after she'd let her mind wander off and begin daydreaming about Valerie and Goten's marvelous date…"—DON'T YOU DARE!" Bra shouted at Josie, her eyes suddenly fastened on Josie who had raised another crumpled paper in her hand; startled, Josie lowered her hand, her eyes wide at the crazy Saiyan girl with her crazy Saiyan abilities. Properly chastised, Josie pouted at the floor, as Trunks laughed beside her.

…

"Did you notice, now we're the plague of the earth to this guy?" Valerie asked, amused, as she noticed that each time the waiter came and left he seemed to come back looking more and more dejected and unhappy.

"Oh yeah," Goten agreed grinning. They'd been here half an hour already and he was glad to see that Valerie was loosening up to the experience a little more. She'd seem to caught on to what was making this evening bearable to Goten, which was making light out of the odd/awkward situation and enjoying it whichever way they could, and right now, that way was through making their waiter very miserable. Valerie glanced at the door through which the waiter had left and then at the surrounding scene, distracted.

"…You don't want to dance by the terrace to this, do you?" Goten asked, cringing a little, but knowing he should probably offer.

"Oh hell no," Valerie answered, surprised eyes coming to his own smiling ones. "This music is—no offense—not my thing." He nodded in agreement, relieved.

"Where do you think they have the CD player with this stuff?" Goten asked, looking around. Valerie looked around as well.

"Might not be a CD player." She reminded.

He nodded in agreement but stood up none the less and looked around calmly for where the music was coming from. He found the culprit at the farthest corner of the wall to them, high up in the ceiling. He smiled over at Valerie. "Hope you don't mind." He said, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a CD. She blinked, happily surprised and gave him a thumbs up to proceed, wondering when the heck he had the time to bring that in. He threw her a quick grin and flew towards the wall, turned up to the ceiling, and flipped around so that he hovered upside down, with his legs crossed underneath him to give the impression he was sitting on the ceiling, while he pried open the vent speaker. Valerie watched with amusement, occasionally casting nervous looks towards the doors, jumping when she heard Goten shout, "Jackpot!"

"Shh!" Valerie hissed desperately.

Goten quietly laughed to himself, but properly scolded, he only grinned, as he finished replacing the old CD with the new one. "Hurry, Goten! I think I hear someone coming." Valerie said, glancing from the door to Goten, who moved a little faster. He secured the vent back int it's place, and immediately pushed his feet off the ceiling and zooming across from her, sitting down just as the waiter came back in with the appetizers. He heard a slow song start up while he served their meal and the waiter looked around, unsettled.

"I…uh, excuse me, a second sir and mademoiselle." He quickly mumbled, rushing off. Goten and Valerie burst out laughing for a few minutes, stopping whenever he'd peak his head in, looking around again for the source of the new music, muttering. He knew where the music came from but it seemed impossible for anyone to have reached that impossible height without a ladder to manually change it, the way they had too.

"Aw, I love this guy." Valerie mumbled happily, wiping a tear of laughter away. Goten grinned, glad to see her so much more loosened up and finding himself immeasurably pleased that he was the reason she was having such a good time.

They settled on some easy chatter while they ate their appetizers and just as they settled on conversation, the waiter would interrupt them, tense and obviously agitated. After a couple unnecessary interruptions, it was obvious to the two that the waiter knew they'd done something to the music box but had no idea how to on earth they'd done it, and was unable to come out and accuse them of anything because of it and likely, because of who they were affiliated with. His choosing to not take a simple prank in stride, to talk to them civilly, and just how uncomfortable a place like this made her feel caused Valerie to feel no longer interested in making this place work for their date, because what was the point when they were all miserable? Staff included.

Her eyes shifted back to Goten who had chipmunk style cheeks filling them to the brim with as much food as he could put in there, likely also sensing this date was quickly going to end. Valerie bit the edge of her lip and her fingers thoughtlessly pulled at the material on her knees, silently admitting to herself that she didn't want this date to crash and burn, and that she did want it to work. She wanted to see Goten smile and know that she was the cause of it. She wanted this to go well. Wondering what she could do to revive this without outright saying she still wanted them to keep going, her eyes landed on the arrangement of flowers on the table, smiling as inspiration began to hit her. "You know, I was just looking around all these flowers, thinking…"

"What were you thinking?" Goten asked with amused, despite having pounded on his chest with a closed fist to swallow all the food in there. Successful, he threw a mozzarella stick into his mouth, like popcorn, eyes back on her with curiosity.

"I was thinking, that with all the candles lit up all over the room, plus this many flowers is a total fire-hazard. These flowers can easily catch, and that's a stupid risk to take." She explained, trying to bite her lower lip in order not to laugh. Goten tilted his head, unable to keep himself from grinning at how hard she seemed to working at not showing her own amusement. "I just kind of feel like we'd be doing them a big favor if we helped them out here tonight, you know, for safety and all." Goten laughed out loud at that and pushed his chair back, reaching across the table with an offered hand to help her up, as El Ten Eleven's "Hot Cakes" started to play in the room.

"I totally agree," He informed with a glint of mischief shining in his obsidian eyes. "We should put out all these fires just waiting to happen." He recommended with a grin. She nodded, a similar grin on her lips, as she stood up with his help, and after a moment where they held each other's eyes with merriment in them before the two abruptly separated running quickly in opposite directions and blowing out each and every candle throughout that room. The ones on the table, the ones hanging on the walls, the individual candlesticks that reached the ground. Valerie raced past one—backtracked when she noticed it, and quickly blew it out — before rushing off to another one. Both she and Goten crossing each other's paths briefly while they went on their smokey the bear mission. Goten quickly ran up the wall and quickly blew out one, before doing a back-flip and landing back on the ground. Valerie stopped what she was doing and looked over at him her eyes narrowing.

"Show off." She accused making him laugh while he went for another one.

The room dimmed considerably within those minutes and Valerie slowly came to a stop in the middle of the room, breathing somewhat heavily, a thin layer of perspiration on her skin, but not focused on her appearance and more focused on the chandelier directly above her. The thing was beautiful, and like the rest of the room, completely functioned with candles. She looked down and saw Goten grinning at her as he too came to the center of the room, a few feet away. "Assistance?" She asked Goten smiling. He nodded, going to her, picking her up quickly and easily tossing her in the air. She slapped her hand against her own grinning mouth, ignoring her stomach dropping down to her toes with mild fear and thrill as she went up. When she got to her highest point, she removed her hand from her mouth and quickly blew out the stacked candles and fell back down, caught securely in Goten's arms. "One tiny one stayed on up there." Valerie noted, eyes still focused on the chandelier.

Goten looked up too. "Let's let the little thing keep burning. It's always a good idea to keep one fire burning, it could be your only source of light later."

She gave him a look. "I'm pretty sure that's the polar opposite of what people say, you should never let fire stay burning, even a small one like that." He grinned and shrugged, as he let her come down to her own two feet. "I think we did a good job here, Goten." Valerie said happily, smacking her hands clean, satisfaction written across her face.

"We did." He agreed. "Shame though." He said, his eyes narrowed.

She looked at him worriedly. "What?"

"To waste such beautiful flowers in here." Goten began to explain. "They should be outside, planted in the earth where they could thrive and enjoy the sun. Not stuck in some stuffy smokey room for some rich people to ignore." Valerie blinked at his words and nodded in agreement, going over to a large vase and picking up a handful of lilacs, going out the terrace doors. She looked over the railing where sidewalks filled with busy people walked through the city streets, hesitantly holding them past the railing.

"This won't exactly be planting them back on the ground…" She admitted, looking over at him.

"…But it's better than being stuck in here." He argued for her, he said smiling widely when she wordlessly started to let the flowers slip through her gingers. He disappeared inside and grabbed as many as he could manage, setting them by the terrace ground.

"Not to mention how much it's going to piss off what's his name." Valerie added with a grin as she scooped up flowers and began sprinkling them past the railing, making Goten laugh when she shouted an apology down to someone who got a little too much dirt in their flower present. He soon followed her example, the two throwing a seemingly never-ending shower of flowers to the people filled streets below. Valerie leaned forward smiling, finding the picture of raining petals and flowers a beautiful one, as Goten threw the last of them. He leaned his forearms on the railing watching with content as the flowers continued their slow descend downward where people continued to take notice and kids happily caught them. Goten glanced to his left, seeing Valerie leaning over as she enjoyed the view of the descending flowers. She finally felt eyes on her and turned to him, surprised at the bright smile that flashed across the handsome youngest son of Goku, before he wordlessly handed her the only flower he'd held on to, a beautiful solitary daisy. She smiled in reply, fighting hard not to blush as she quietly took it from him. She was in so much trouble…

The two went back into the grand room and Valerie's eyes widened when she noticed an additional two candles they'd missed by the fireplace. She ran to them and blew them both out, standing in front of the fireplace. Goten calmly came to stand beside her while the two quietly studied the large burning fireplace. The whole room seemed to be in near complete darkness except for this source of light. They looked at each other, the rise of the fire lighting up their faces every few seconds.

"...What do you think, Goten?" Valerie asked. The question silently asking if they should also take out the fireplace while they were at it. Goten chuckled briefly, as he looked around the room noting that they'd really done a number on it already; without the flowers or hundreds of candles lit up, the room looked quite desolate and gloomy.

"I think." He started, as he turned back towards the fire. "That I don't like this place and I didn't like that guy's attitude and that I want to ruffle his feathers some more by finishing what we started so we can go somewhere else to continue our date." He said more bluntly than before, for them both. She laughed and nodded, thrilled beyond words with the answer.

She went to the metal ice bucket by the table where their wine sat, unopened, and put it on the table, alongside her flower, careful to not put pressure on the petals. She brought the bucket to Goten who shot a continuous small blast at the ice that melted into sloshing water. Goten held one side of the bucket while Valerie held on to the other and in one swift motion the two swung the bucket back and then forward towards the fire, quickly extinguishing it.

"Good job, Goten" Valerie congratulated Goten in complete darkness, a smile clear in her voice.

"You too, Val" Goten replied back quietly, a smile on his face.

And that was when they heard a door open, and slam closed. "YOU DAMN KIDS!" The waiter shouted furiously, finally seeming to have reached his breaking point. There had been hundreds of candles in this room and the infuriated waiter tugged at his disheveled hair, trying desperately to figure out how they had blown them all out.

"Uh oh," Goten muttered.

Valerie felt the air on her right side move quickly, and in another moment, someone took her hand firmly startling her, tugging her towards the terrace doors. She quickly took the hint and the two ran towards the open doors, taking off into the sky. Goten turned them back to look down at where the balcony was, the waiter coming out shaking his fist, angrily shouting unintelligible things up at them. Distracted, Valerie shifted in Goten's arms, as she desperately looked for something.

Amused, Goten asked. "Are you looking for this?" As he held out the beautiful daisy he'd given her inside. Valerie took the daisy, sighing with relief, looked up at Goten with a mixture of gratitude and amazement. Goten merely grinned back at her and cupped a hand around his mouth, as he turned his attention back to their waiter. "YOU CAN KEEP THE CD!" Goten shouted back in friendly offering, giving the man a goodbye wave, as he zoomed off with a laughing Valerie in his arms.

…

"Give up Josie, she isn't going to text you in the middle of her date to tell you how it's going." Bra burst Josie's bubble with more —evil— mirth than an eleven-year-old should feel capable of.

Josie set her phone on the coffee table and with a dramatic sigh she wrote a sign out for Trunks. Too impatient to get his attention in any way that required getting up, Josie opted to throw her whole notebook at him, and he quickly took the notepad off his head, shooting her a glare. She smiled back and pointed at the notepad eagerly and he did as she requested, chuckling when he read it.

"Your sweet tooth is insatiable lately," He commented, getting up and offering her a hand up. "Want to join us in the kitchen, Bra?"

"Not yet, the movie is almost over." Bra refused, without bothering to turn around.

"Suit yourself," Trunks shrugged and led the eager Josie to the kitchen. He sorted through the different flavors of ice cream, pulling them out briefly to gauge her reaction until he found one she was eager about. It was always something simple with her, he noted with a smile of amusement; nothing complicated, just simple flavors, like vanilla or chocolate.

In the living room, Bra heard Josie's phone buzz on the coffee table and surprised to think that Josie may have been right about Valerie texting her in the middle of her date, Bra reached over for the phone eagerly. She clicked open messages and saw that it was one from…Francis? "…Isn't that that awful girl who made Josie's first few weeks at school miserable—What the heck does she want?" Bra asked moodily, opening the text message she read:

Trunks is talking to me more at school and we're going out again on a date tomorrow! Has he said anything else about me? Should I call him? I really suck at doing this…

Bra's eyes narrowed at the text message, confused and feeling a sting of possessiveness creep up. Bra knew that this girl had treated Josie like dirt during some of her hardest first weeks at school, and if she was who Bra thought she was, she was cold, rude, a snob, not good enough for her brother, and more importantly, she was an intern at CCHQ2, which meant that she was off-limits for Trunks to date. She'd have to keep an eye on the situation, she thought with annoyance, tossing the phone on the couch and getting up to go get ice cream, suddenly not in the mood for a cheesy romantic comedy anymore…