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"Speaking"

Pan: 18 Bra: 19 Goten: 24 Trunks: 25

Capsule Corpation: The Party

Miguel bowed as he said his final goodbyes for the night. He was used to all the screams of upset and disappointment from adoring fans as he lefthis gorgeous stage behind. So it wasn't exactly that hard for him to just disappear off the high platform that had given him a spectacular view of the dancing crowd.

Pan quickly patted her hair into place, fixed her dress back to the right angle and wiped the sticky beads of sweat from her forehead. There was no way, and I mean no. fricking. way, that she was going to miss out on meeting him. The man who she played 30 times a day. Without a second hesitation she dashed through the crowd at the speed of light.

Trunks blinked. How the hell did she mange to run that fast in heels? And to make it even worse, she was wearing a dress!, "Hey! Pan, wait for me" He called, steeping on her trails.

On the sidelines Vegeta and Bra watched the scene with bizarre smirks on their familiar faces. Looked like little Trunksie-poo had turned into a little follower. Seeing Pan without him beside her seemed like myth, the boy was all over her damn case!

"Aw, look at him," Bra smiled, "He's just too cute! Dont you think, Daddy? Was you like that with Mom at your age?"

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, seen as though her mother had already told her about his 'obsession' with the gravity room when he had first started living with her, and how he had vowed she left him alone at all times, no matter what. But she choose to ask anyway.

"Man, Trunks is one lucky guy" She continued.

Vegeta grunted, then raised a chunky eyebrow, "And why is that?"

She grunted back, "Isn't it obvious, Daddy? Just look at him!, "She sighed, "He's practically glowing with happiness"

Her father looked, then returned his attention to Bra, who was now sulking in a childish manor.

"And so are you. You just don't realise it yet," He responded dryly.

Bra scoffed, "Are you serious? Does it look like I'm happy to you?" She gave him a look.

Vegeta just grunted one again. She was just like her mother; stupid. He didn't mean the real definition of stupid, just the act that she was acting like it right this second.

Because of her (sometimes) stupid girly, ditsy ways, she didn't seem to remember her true surroundings. Just like Bulma herself, she always watched what other people had, but not what she had.

This irritated the hell out of Vegeta because he knew damn well they had more than anyone could imagine. He often wondered to himself why his wife often acted like a dimwit when she was the smartest woman in the world.

Never mind the richest.

"You'll see" He grumbled, eyeing up the Son that stood in the middle of the dance floor. He smirked as he picked up his nervousness towards his 'date'. This whole love thing was going quicker than he thought!

"I'll see, huh?" She questioned, "And exactly when will I see?"

"Soon," Veggie replied.

Bra just grunted in response and decided to go and find her unworthy 'date'. She was getting rather thirsty and couldn't be bothered to get it herself. Jason was the perfect slave for that.

"Where is this baka?" She asked herself, barging through the sweaty crowds. The fool seemed to be no where in sight. He didn't leave did he?

"Hey! Bra wait up"

She stopped and turned her head other her shoulder. Her face immediately brightened. She hadn't spoken to little Pan-Chan nearly all night!

"Pan!" She embraced the young woman, "What happened to your face?" It was a startling shade of Red.

The Son just grinned, "Nothing. I just met Miguel, that's probably why"

Bra smirked, grateful for her friends happiness and excitement, "Really? How did it go? Was he nice?"

"Uh-Huh," She sighed romantically, "He's even more charming up close. I even got a picture with him!"

"You did? That's great!. Did Trunks get one too?"

Pan laughed, "Of course! He actually had the nerve to try and get his first!" She sighed all over again, her hands placed on her cheeks, "But Miguel said 'Ladies first', so Trunks had to wait his turn."

Bra laughed too, "I bet he was furious,"

"He was. But then he totally forgot all about it when it was his turn"

They continued to laugh as the linked arms and left the jam-packed dance-floor. Man, dancing sure did give you an appetite.

"So, where's Trunks?" Bra asked, looking around for her brother.

Pan's face lightened, "He went to go and fix up the surprise,"

"Suprise? What-" Pan quickly changed the subject.

"I saw you getting on with my Uncle out there," She smirked, "Had fun, did you?"

Bra flushed, totally embarrassed by her sexy dance moves. If Pan managed to see her, then imagine everybody else! Oh, the shame.

"I-I dont know what you're talking about," She quickly downed a glass of lemonade, "You must of mistaken me for somebody else..."

Pan scoffed, "Oh please! There's no way Uncle Goten would ever dance like that with any other girl and you know it!"

Bra just flushed all over again.

"And besides," She continued, "Everyone know's that you're the only girl with hair that exact shade of Blue. Which I, myself did not fail to recognise"

Bra rolled eyes her now. Little Panny always had ways of making her feel like the younget out of pair. She was too much like her Grandma when it came to 'important' things like that. It was natural.

"Okay, okay. You caught me out" Bra said dryly, her hands in the air. She downed another glass of lemonade, but a lot slower than before.

Pan jutted out her chin, her face a look of triumph, "That's what I thought, B-Chan"

Bra blushed, at the emphasis in Pan's voice, "Shut up," She said, making her friend grin even more.

"Make me"

"How about a knuckle sandwich?" She asked sarcastically.

Pan put a hand to her forehead dramatically, "Oh, sorry. But I'm allergic"

They both laughed at her lame comment. And dragged their lazy butts back into the dance floor. As Bra carelessly danced around like a little fairy, she didn't notice Pan's weird movements towards someone on stage.

"You ready?" She had mouthed towards Trunks, getting a curt nod in response.

She then turned to Goten and asked the same question. After getting the same response from her lover, the pair quickly disappeared behind the stage.

"Whats so funny?" Bra suddenly asked seeing the grin on the girls face, "Was it my dancing skills?"

Pan shook her head, "Nothing" She faced the front causing Bra to follow, "Did you hear about-..." She stopped.

"Hear about what?"

Pan didn't respond. She just carried on staring straight ahead at the stage. It wasn't the same as it was with Miguel, where it was Black with Gold and White stars.

It was different. So different that it took Bra's breath away too. Totally forgetting about Pan's fake question, she opened and closed her mouth like a fish would.

"Wow" She murmured. Her eyers swerved left, right and centre as she took in the fancy bright lights and Pink background. It was fabulous.

Pan grabbed her hand, "It's great isn't it?"

Bra just nodded, starstruck.

Her friend grinned, "Wait until you see who's performing,"

The Briefs head immediately jerked, "Who is it?"

"Nope"

"Please tell me, pleaaase?"

"Nu-Uh"

Their little 5 second argument continued to go on, with Bra gripping Pan's shoulders in fury and Pan smirking in humour.

"PAN WHY WONT YOU JUST TELL ME ALREADY?" Bra shouted.

Pan laughed and nodded her head towards the front, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

The Briefs scowled at her friend and did as she was told. At first she thought she was going to turn back around and give Pan and ass whooping. But then...

"Hey guys!. I'm Christina Aguilera and I'll be your Second entertainment for tonight"

A/N: I love seeing B-Chan happy^^

Sorry it's shorter than the last one, I have TONES of revision to do. I (unfortunately) have 4 exams to do in May (WHICH I HAVE TO PASS OR ELSE MY PHONE IS BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM ME SO I WONT BE ABLE TO UPDATE)

So I wont be updating as regularly as usual.

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