Yeah it's me. Again. I just wanted to say a few things. I'll try and keep it short. Remember key word being "short."
Forget about the whole lime thing I said I'd write. I thought about it and a lime or lemon wouldn't go with this fic. I "will" write lemons, just not in this fic. I think it ruins the cute mood I'm going(trying to go) for.
*My Thanks* are at the bottom of the page. Along with other stuff. You don't have to read it. Oh and Don't FLAME ME I changed the summary so if your a T/M fan LEAVE unless your civil and can handle a T/P fic without flaming me.
Warning: This is an A/U fic. Which means that I might choose to add or take out some of the events that should have taken place and create some of my own to fit my story or change certain appearances.
Disclaimer: No I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Akira Toriyama and *ugh*
FUNimation do. I'm not making any profit off this story.
Wait For Your Dreams:
I am not Mr. Bo Bo
By: SiN
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:::::::::::::::: 4:30 P.M Capsule Corps. Main House...
"Just a little higher," said Bra, trying to reach for the box of cookies her mom hid from her on the top cupboard over the fridge.
"Bra! yelled Pan startling Bra.
"Ahh!" shouted Bra. "Pa-aan why'd you scare me like that, I could have died," whined Bra, exaggerating a little.
"Why didn't you just fly?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Bra blushing. Pan giggled.
"WHAT?" yelled Bra.
"Your cheeks..ha..look..ha..beet red," giggled Pan.
"It's called blushing," Bra said crossing her arms, Vegeta style.
"Blushing, what's that?" asked a confused Pan.
"You don't know?" asked Bra.
" My daddy said you never answer a question with a question," said Pan lifting her chin. "And no, I don't know."
"Huh?" Whatever. You don't know what blushing is," Bra said mockingly.
"Yes I do."
"You just said you didn't. You lied Pan. My daddy said that's very bad," Bra said waving her right index finger at Pan.
"Well I do. I just forgot," said Pan.
"Then what is it?" asked Bra, her left eye closed and her right eyebrow lifted.
"It's....it's..," stuttered Pan.
"Ha! You don't know," laughed Bra, then she added, "You lied again, Pan that's very, very bad."
"Oh, okay. I don't know what it is," sighed a defeated Pan. "Happy?"
"Ye-eees I'm happy. Now silly, it's when your cheeks turn pinkish," said Bra.
"But yours turned red," replied Pan confused.
"Same thing," said Bra blushing slightly.
"Your doing it again. You're blushing," said Pan excitedly coming closer to take a better look at Bra, with wide eyes.
"Get out of my face," Bra pushed Pan away.
"But Bra if that's blushing then our mom's blush all the time. Right?" asked Pan after getting off the floor.
"No, they just use blush to cover up their spots," answered Bra.
"What? I don't get it," complained Pan, "How?" she asked after.
"Listen Pan, it's oviu...obiuse...obi..," Bra struggled to say the word.
"Obvious," Pan said helping her.
"Yeah, that," Bra said embarrassed, then she continued, "Obvious that you know nothing of cosmetics," she finished proudly, gaining back her confidence.
"What? Oh you mean make up," said Pan.
"Yes I mean make up. You want to be a fighter Pan, but I'm gonna be a lady. I have to learn how to dress, act and put on make up like one. So I know what I'm saying." Bra flicked some hair behind her ear.
"Whatever. So-ooo what's a blush? The one our mom's uses" asked Pan.
"I'll show you. Come." said Bra.
"Yea! But what's the catch?"
"I'll only show you if you just do as I say, after we get my camera," said Bra smiling innocently.
"Why a camera? And where are we going?" asked Pan, she didn't see Bra's smile.
"To my mom's powder room," said Bra leaving.
"OK. But why a camera?"
"You'll see," Bra said walking out of the front kitchen door.
"Ok," said Pan slowly following unsure of trusting Bra.
Bra came back. "Are you coming or not?" she said arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Pan.
"Well hurry up. Don't keep me waiting all day," Bra said walking out again.
"Jeez, you're just like your daddy," Pan muttered and then laughed at her own remark.
"What was that?" Bra yelled.
"Nothing."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 4:30 P.M.....Capsule Corps. Trunks' office....
"So, she actually did that? And you just pushed her away. Man you must be crazy. Look at her."
"Goten she's 35 and married," sighed Trunks, to him it seemed like he was repeating himself.
"How do you know? I thought you called her a Ms. ?" asked Goten scratching his head in confusion.
"She took off her wedding ring and put it down her top in front of me," said Trunks shivering at the memory.
"What!? You never told me that part," said Goten.
"That's because I never got to that part yet."
"Well when did she do it?" Goten asked.
"She did it..., Trunks shivered, while you were on hold on the phone."
"Wow! What a day you've had!" said Goten, then he started laughing.
"What's so funny? Do you see me laughing?" asked Trunks annoyed.
"Hehe. I can't believe you actually fell back. Ha..hehe," Goten laughed some more.
"Goten you've been laughing for a 1/2 an hour now, isn't it enough?" Trunks asked.
"Uh.... Nope," Goten wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
"It wasn't that funny," muttered Trunks.
"Yes it was. How could you just sit there and not notice her move closer to you. You're a Saiyan for crying out loud. I swear if Vegeta knew," Goten said.
"Okay, I get it," said Trunks exasperated.
"Well I don't," said Goten smiling.
"Figures."
"Hey, I meant I don't get how you could.. just.. ha stare," Goten said trying to suppress his laughter.
Trunks just ignored him and drifted off.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Goten who stopped laughing.
"Well I was just thinking about when Ms. Haruna came back that 2nd time and you know.. I almost wouldn't have noticed," said Trunks.
"Well, then what or who were you thinking about that distracted you?" asked Goten giving Trunks knowing smile.
"I was... forget it," said Trunks turning his head a little trying to look nonchalant.
"Oh, you were thinking about that angel chick?" asked Goten again giving Trunks a knowing smile.
"You've figured me out Goten. Now don't ever do that again."
"I knew it! I knew I was right!" Cheered Goten, But why not do it again?" he asked.
"It's just unheard of you figuring anything. Next you might start getting A's in class," Trunks joked.
"Yeah, well with all the ladies coming on to you, you might start dating," Goten also joked. " So Trunks tell me more about this "angel" in your dreams. You never told me how she looked like?"
"Well she.. she had short, no no, ah long. She..," Trunks stuttered trying to picture her.
"Can't remember?" asked Goten.
"Wait, I...can't." said Trunks going deep in thought.
"Strange considering you previously just dreamt about her last night. Then while a beautiful woman tries to seduce you, you day dream of her and yet you have no remembrance of her what so ever. Could it be that perhaps you were meant to forget about her, otherwise you could have jeopardised her identity. That wouldn't be good, now would it? No, not at all," Goten said thinking out loud.
"Huh?" Trunks snapped out of his thought's. "Goten what did you just say?" he asked grabbing Goten by the shoulders.
"Uh.. Nothing." Goten said moving away from Trunks. "Man you really, really need to date more.
"Hey. I grabbed you cause I thought I...." Goten's stomach interrupted Trunks.
"Hey got any grub?" asked Goten putting an arm behind his head, smiling that famous Son smile.
'Huh,' Thought Trunks, 'I could have sworn I heard h..'
"Yo, Trunks. Stop spacing out on me, said Goten. Then he added.
" GOT ANY GRUB?" he asked again saying the words slowly.
"Uh, yeah I've got some in the mini fridge under my....."
Goten was already there stuffing his face, fulfilling his pit of a stomach's wishes.
"Desk," finished Trunks staring at Goten.
"Thanks dude, your a life saver," said Goten his face in the fridge.
'Nah'
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 6:30 P.M... Briefs Main House... Kitchen.
"I hate you! Hate you, hate you, hate you."
"Oh, Pan lighten up," said a cheery Bra.
"Lighten up, lighten up. Bra I look like a clown!"
"A very cute clown," said Bra struggling not to laugh at Pan.
Bra had "shown" Pan what blush meant. But the cost for Pan was for Bra to "put" it on Pan and then "add" a few extra things. Bra did a dash of lipstick here, a little blush there. She even "made" Pan wear a little outfit over her clothes to "match" her new look and "made" Pan wear a puffy orange wig she used one Halloween.
Well a dash of lipstick for Bra was like painting a wall with a very, very thick brush. A little blush there for Bra was like covering a lot of red frosting on a cake. Well what did you expect from a seven year old, that Bra would transform Pan into a little beauty queen.
Ha! Poor Pan was right. She did look like a clown. Even her outfit and wig made her look like one. Pan thought as soon as she got the stuff off her everything would be ok. Wrong. Bra had a little surprise for Pan. Pan liked surprises, she just wouldn't like the one Bra had hidden in her dress pockets.
"I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you, Pan said repeatedly, then she added. "When I get this...ugh...off I'm gonna kill you," she said scrubbing her face of some of the left over make up.
"No you wont," taunted Bra.
" Why...ugh... wont I?" asked Pan taking off the ridiculous bright orange outfit and wig she was wearing. She thought a moment, she knew she forgot something. Something about a camera.
"You wont because of these," Bra said pulling out five photos from her two dress pockets.
Pan almost didn't think anything of it till she saw what was on those photos.
Pan's eyes widened, "Gimme them!" Pan yelled diving at Bra.
But Bra was too fast for Pan. Even though Bra wasn't a fighter she was learning some fighting techniques and how to move with great speed. Vegeta made damn sure "his little princess" could defend and out run anyone if they threatened her when he wasn't there to protect her.
"Come and get me!" yelled Bra dodging Pan.
"Stay still so I can kill you!" screamed Pan, she again dived at Bra and again Bra was to fast to catch. She slammed into the floor.
"Too slow."
"Bra-aaaaa! Gimme those pictures," whined Pan.
"Not pictures Pan. Can you say photos? P.H.O.T.O.S," Bra spelled out making Pan turn even redder than the make up that Bra used on her. Bra knew she was getting on Pan's nerves and soon Pan would.....
"Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme," screamed Pan her ki rising, she grabbed the photos from Bra's hands. "Got them!" Pan yelled smiling triumphantly.
She was about to burn them to dust when unfortunately for Pan the photo's were snatched from her hands. It took her a few seconds to realise they were missing from her hands and who took them from her.
"Hey what's this?"
"Uncle Goten? No-oooooo!" screamed Pan once she realised who had her photos.
Pan was about to tackle Goten when Trunks pushed her aside purposely to take a look at what got her so worked up. Pan flew to the side and before she knew it she heard Goten say.
"Hey it's Mr. Bo Bo!"
Mr. Bo Bo is a very, very short clown, one of the clowns Bulma hired every year for Trunks' birthday when he was still little and then she hired him again for all of Bra's seven birthday parties.
Apparently everyone loved Mr. Bo Bo, Bra and her friends always asked for him. Everyone loved Mr. Bo Bo, everyone except Pan. Pan hated Mr. Bo Bo. In fact she hated all clowns. They just freaked her out.
"Hey it is Mr. Bo Bo," said Trunks after he took a look at one photo. He then took another look at one with Mr. Bo Bo's whole body and his backside, he could see short black hair on Mr. Bo Bo's shoulders. Trunks blinked.
"Pan?" he started laughing. "That..ha...is..haha..Pan.
"Pan? These are Pan?" Goten asked in disbelief.
"Yep. Pan wanted a make over, so I gave her one. Isn't she cute?" said Bra, her hands cupping her cheeks, smiling innocently.
"This is Pan?" asked Goten again.
"Yes." answered Bra.
"This is Pan?" Goten asked again and started laughing.
"For Dende's sake don't start again. Yes this is Pan," said Trunks who just stopped laughing, he was becoming annoyed again because he thought Goten was going to act like he did at his office.
For a minute Pan thought Trunks was finished and would forget about her because of Goten. But then he continued.
"This Mr. Bo Bo look-a-like is non other than our little Panny," he said grinning at Pan.
Bra's smile faded. She knew her best friend for all of the six years of Pan's short life. She knew Pan hated being called "Panny" and being made fun of was even worse. She knew the look Pan made. As did Goten because he stopped laughing and moved away from Trunks and stood next to Bra, who was at a safe distance from Pan. Soon Pan would turn...
"Ahh! I'm gonna kill you Trunks!" screamed Pan. She scrunched her face and balled up her tiny fists increasing her ki, her eyes flashed a light violet and her hair turned wavy and into a colour of silver.
(I know Super Saiyan's have green eyes and blonde hair but I don't remember them saying anything about what a female Super Saiyan looked like, so I wanted to make Pan look different and be respected more for being the youngest to turn into one. Remember this is an A/U. Don't get angry. Ok.)
"Oh crap," said Trunks running away from Pan as she chased after him.
"Run Forest. Run," Goten yelled then started to laugh.
"Goten what are you," she ducked as one of Pan's small ki blasts almost hit her, "talking about?" she finished.
"Oh that's right your just a kid," said Goten. Bra pouted.
"Well. Go on. Tell me already."
"That was a line from a movie," he ducked as Trunks was thrown over him instead of a blast, Pan somehow managed to throw him into a wall.
Goten and Bra's eyes followed Trunks.
"Aaaahhhh!" screamed Trunks as he smashed into one of the kitchen's walls.
"Get back here! You coward," yelled Pan flying after him.
"What were you saying?" asked Bra to Goten.
"A movie, that line was from a movie," Goten's again looked at Trunks.
"No, please Dende. Pan anything just don't pull."
Pan swung Trunks by the hair.
"No-ooooooooooo," screamed Trunks.
"Ouch. That must of hurt," said Goten. Bra squeezed her head covering her hair protectively, as if she could feel his pain.
"I feel your pain brother, I feel your pain."
A few minutes passed. Pan was still beating Trunks. While Goten and Bra just talked about things, occasionally dodging a few ki blasts from Pan and the objects that unluckily got thrown around. They didn't want to get in Pan's way.
Bra and Goten talked for awhile until they mentioned Mr. Bo Bo getting a sharp look from Pan when she heard them while she was banging Trunks head ,they shut up immediately.
Pan kept on banging Trunks head on a chair, while holding on to his neck.
"He-eeelp!....Me-eee! She kicked Trunks in the shin.
"Ouch!" Trunks jumped so high up that he hit the ceiling.
"Panny, ple-eeease stop. I'm sorry," whined Trunks crawling and cradling his hair.
"What did you call me?" Pan glared daggers at him for using her nickname, only a few selected people were allowed the privilege to call her that, her grandparents, dad, mom, and her uncle was an exception.
Trunks got up. "I meant PAN! ha.. ha.. he.. he," he laughed nervously.
"Why are you laughing? You're still laughing at me.
"I DON'T LOOK LIKE MR. BO BO!" screamed Pan.
She was about to jump on Trunks again when something held her back. She swung violently.
"Put me down! Put me down! NOW!"
"Shut up brat. Look at what you did, the woman's gonna bitch at me for sure."
"Oh, my precious hair," Trunks groaned.
"Pathetic. You let a brat beat you up. Kakarot's brat's brat at that. Keep up your foolish attitude and you'll be bald," Vegeta said disapprovingly.
"Put me down, put me down," complained Pan as she was still hanging from Vegeta's right hand. He dropped her and she landed on her behind and dropped out of Super Saiyan.
"Ouch my butt," Pan said while rubbing her behind. "Vegeta that hurt," she added.
Vegeta looked at Pan and Trunks. The brats strong. You've become weak. And now because of the woman making you work you'll become even weaker, hmph."
"But that's not fair, I didn't even get to turn into a Super Saiyan. If I did she wouldn't have hurt me," complained Trunks gently untangling his fragile hair.
"No, the girl would still beat you. You'd still be too scared to do a thing, even in Super Saiyan mode," Vegeta said walking and stood in front of the kitchen table.
Vegeta thought a moment 'Yes, she is strong. Perhaps she is worthy enough to be trained by me'
"No way. How could Trunks ever be weaker than Pan," asked Goten, "She's just a girl." Bra kicked him in the shin, he hopped on one foot in pain.
"So what. I'm a girl and I can run faster than you," Bra stuck out her tongue and ran behind Vegeta's leg. Vegeta looked behind and down at Bra when he snapped out if his thoughts.
Goten was about to go after Bra. "Why you little runt, I outta," he said. Vegeta gave him a sharp glare.
"You ought to what?"
Goten forgot about Vegeta in his pain, so when he seen and heard him he cowardly ran and hid behind Trunks.
"Nothing," he quickly said.
"Goten, now who needs a date?" Trunks asked and pushed Goten away.
"Shut up," Goten said moving away, he kept a watchful eye on Vegeta.
Pan was silent for awhile, she was just trying to catch her breath and cool down.
A thought crossed her mind when she looked at the table behind Vegeta. Somehow the photo's ended up on it, untouched.
Vegeta turned around "Why do you have a photo of that midget clown."
"I AM NOT MR. BO BO!"
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I read the reviews and took in mind what you wrote. I couldn't believe it when I read my two chapters and there were no "quotes" and everything was clamped together. I honestly... forgot. Sorry. I rushed those two without checking what I wrote.
In the next Chapter: A few years have passed (Still no romance yet).
Trunks gets stuck baby-sitting.
Ms. Haruna still is Trunks' secretary and now she's got her eye set on Goten.
Pan and Bra in their mischief discover someone's "little" secret.
*My Thanks*
...............This doesn't concern you unless you reviewed my last chapter or first and wasn't mentioned (no offence) But you can read if you want.
My first thanks goes out to h, ?, Noseless Wonder, :-I ,Mysterious, Andrew, Kitty, Winter Peacecraft-Yuy, Ryoko#2000.
As for the person ^_^ I respect and fully understand that you don't want to give me your name for your own reasons. As long as I hear from you I shall stay content and thanks for giving me (again!) my first review on my first lemon. I swear I knew you would review, but wow it was an odd coincidence that you were first.
Again Thank you all and I hope to hear from you again whether or not you put your name or a simple letter. But next time to make it short I'll just say *Thanks To Everyone* instead of writing names in case I forget.
SiNcerely Yours,
SiN.
Forget about the whole lime thing I said I'd write. I thought about it and a lime or lemon wouldn't go with this fic. I "will" write lemons, just not in this fic. I think it ruins the cute mood I'm going(trying to go) for.
*My Thanks* are at the bottom of the page. Along with other stuff. You don't have to read it. Oh and Don't FLAME ME I changed the summary so if your a T/M fan LEAVE unless your civil and can handle a T/P fic without flaming me.
Warning: This is an A/U fic. Which means that I might choose to add or take out some of the events that should have taken place and create some of my own to fit my story or change certain appearances.
Disclaimer: No I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Akira Toriyama and *ugh*
FUNimation do. I'm not making any profit off this story.
Wait For Your Dreams:
I am not Mr. Bo Bo
By: SiN
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:::::::::::::::: 4:30 P.M Capsule Corps. Main House...
"Just a little higher," said Bra, trying to reach for the box of cookies her mom hid from her on the top cupboard over the fridge.
"Bra! yelled Pan startling Bra.
"Ahh!" shouted Bra. "Pa-aan why'd you scare me like that, I could have died," whined Bra, exaggerating a little.
"Why didn't you just fly?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Bra blushing. Pan giggled.
"WHAT?" yelled Bra.
"Your cheeks..ha..look..ha..beet red," giggled Pan.
"It's called blushing," Bra said crossing her arms, Vegeta style.
"Blushing, what's that?" asked a confused Pan.
"You don't know?" asked Bra.
" My daddy said you never answer a question with a question," said Pan lifting her chin. "And no, I don't know."
"Huh?" Whatever. You don't know what blushing is," Bra said mockingly.
"Yes I do."
"You just said you didn't. You lied Pan. My daddy said that's very bad," Bra said waving her right index finger at Pan.
"Well I do. I just forgot," said Pan.
"Then what is it?" asked Bra, her left eye closed and her right eyebrow lifted.
"It's....it's..," stuttered Pan.
"Ha! You don't know," laughed Bra, then she added, "You lied again, Pan that's very, very bad."
"Oh, okay. I don't know what it is," sighed a defeated Pan. "Happy?"
"Ye-eees I'm happy. Now silly, it's when your cheeks turn pinkish," said Bra.
"But yours turned red," replied Pan confused.
"Same thing," said Bra blushing slightly.
"Your doing it again. You're blushing," said Pan excitedly coming closer to take a better look at Bra, with wide eyes.
"Get out of my face," Bra pushed Pan away.
"But Bra if that's blushing then our mom's blush all the time. Right?" asked Pan after getting off the floor.
"No, they just use blush to cover up their spots," answered Bra.
"What? I don't get it," complained Pan, "How?" she asked after.
"Listen Pan, it's oviu...obiuse...obi..," Bra struggled to say the word.
"Obvious," Pan said helping her.
"Yeah, that," Bra said embarrassed, then she continued, "Obvious that you know nothing of cosmetics," she finished proudly, gaining back her confidence.
"What? Oh you mean make up," said Pan.
"Yes I mean make up. You want to be a fighter Pan, but I'm gonna be a lady. I have to learn how to dress, act and put on make up like one. So I know what I'm saying." Bra flicked some hair behind her ear.
"Whatever. So-ooo what's a blush? The one our mom's uses" asked Pan.
"I'll show you. Come." said Bra.
"Yea! But what's the catch?"
"I'll only show you if you just do as I say, after we get my camera," said Bra smiling innocently.
"Why a camera? And where are we going?" asked Pan, she didn't see Bra's smile.
"To my mom's powder room," said Bra leaving.
"OK. But why a camera?"
"You'll see," Bra said walking out of the front kitchen door.
"Ok," said Pan slowly following unsure of trusting Bra.
Bra came back. "Are you coming or not?" she said arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Pan.
"Well hurry up. Don't keep me waiting all day," Bra said walking out again.
"Jeez, you're just like your daddy," Pan muttered and then laughed at her own remark.
"What was that?" Bra yelled.
"Nothing."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 4:30 P.M.....Capsule Corps. Trunks' office....
"So, she actually did that? And you just pushed her away. Man you must be crazy. Look at her."
"Goten she's 35 and married," sighed Trunks, to him it seemed like he was repeating himself.
"How do you know? I thought you called her a Ms. ?" asked Goten scratching his head in confusion.
"She took off her wedding ring and put it down her top in front of me," said Trunks shivering at the memory.
"What!? You never told me that part," said Goten.
"That's because I never got to that part yet."
"Well when did she do it?" Goten asked.
"She did it..., Trunks shivered, while you were on hold on the phone."
"Wow! What a day you've had!" said Goten, then he started laughing.
"What's so funny? Do you see me laughing?" asked Trunks annoyed.
"Hehe. I can't believe you actually fell back. Ha..hehe," Goten laughed some more.
"Goten you've been laughing for a 1/2 an hour now, isn't it enough?" Trunks asked.
"Uh.... Nope," Goten wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
"It wasn't that funny," muttered Trunks.
"Yes it was. How could you just sit there and not notice her move closer to you. You're a Saiyan for crying out loud. I swear if Vegeta knew," Goten said.
"Okay, I get it," said Trunks exasperated.
"Well I don't," said Goten smiling.
"Figures."
"Hey, I meant I don't get how you could.. just.. ha stare," Goten said trying to suppress his laughter.
Trunks just ignored him and drifted off.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Goten who stopped laughing.
"Well I was just thinking about when Ms. Haruna came back that 2nd time and you know.. I almost wouldn't have noticed," said Trunks.
"Well, then what or who were you thinking about that distracted you?" asked Goten giving Trunks knowing smile.
"I was... forget it," said Trunks turning his head a little trying to look nonchalant.
"Oh, you were thinking about that angel chick?" asked Goten again giving Trunks a knowing smile.
"You've figured me out Goten. Now don't ever do that again."
"I knew it! I knew I was right!" Cheered Goten, But why not do it again?" he asked.
"It's just unheard of you figuring anything. Next you might start getting A's in class," Trunks joked.
"Yeah, well with all the ladies coming on to you, you might start dating," Goten also joked. " So Trunks tell me more about this "angel" in your dreams. You never told me how she looked like?"
"Well she.. she had short, no no, ah long. She..," Trunks stuttered trying to picture her.
"Can't remember?" asked Goten.
"Wait, I...can't." said Trunks going deep in thought.
"Strange considering you previously just dreamt about her last night. Then while a beautiful woman tries to seduce you, you day dream of her and yet you have no remembrance of her what so ever. Could it be that perhaps you were meant to forget about her, otherwise you could have jeopardised her identity. That wouldn't be good, now would it? No, not at all," Goten said thinking out loud.
"Huh?" Trunks snapped out of his thought's. "Goten what did you just say?" he asked grabbing Goten by the shoulders.
"Uh.. Nothing." Goten said moving away from Trunks. "Man you really, really need to date more.
"Hey. I grabbed you cause I thought I...." Goten's stomach interrupted Trunks.
"Hey got any grub?" asked Goten putting an arm behind his head, smiling that famous Son smile.
'Huh,' Thought Trunks, 'I could have sworn I heard h..'
"Yo, Trunks. Stop spacing out on me, said Goten. Then he added.
" GOT ANY GRUB?" he asked again saying the words slowly.
"Uh, yeah I've got some in the mini fridge under my....."
Goten was already there stuffing his face, fulfilling his pit of a stomach's wishes.
"Desk," finished Trunks staring at Goten.
"Thanks dude, your a life saver," said Goten his face in the fridge.
'Nah'
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::: 6:30 P.M... Briefs Main House... Kitchen.
"I hate you! Hate you, hate you, hate you."
"Oh, Pan lighten up," said a cheery Bra.
"Lighten up, lighten up. Bra I look like a clown!"
"A very cute clown," said Bra struggling not to laugh at Pan.
Bra had "shown" Pan what blush meant. But the cost for Pan was for Bra to "put" it on Pan and then "add" a few extra things. Bra did a dash of lipstick here, a little blush there. She even "made" Pan wear a little outfit over her clothes to "match" her new look and "made" Pan wear a puffy orange wig she used one Halloween.
Well a dash of lipstick for Bra was like painting a wall with a very, very thick brush. A little blush there for Bra was like covering a lot of red frosting on a cake. Well what did you expect from a seven year old, that Bra would transform Pan into a little beauty queen.
Ha! Poor Pan was right. She did look like a clown. Even her outfit and wig made her look like one. Pan thought as soon as she got the stuff off her everything would be ok. Wrong. Bra had a little surprise for Pan. Pan liked surprises, she just wouldn't like the one Bra had hidden in her dress pockets.
"I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you, Pan said repeatedly, then she added. "When I get this...ugh...off I'm gonna kill you," she said scrubbing her face of some of the left over make up.
"No you wont," taunted Bra.
" Why...ugh... wont I?" asked Pan taking off the ridiculous bright orange outfit and wig she was wearing. She thought a moment, she knew she forgot something. Something about a camera.
"You wont because of these," Bra said pulling out five photos from her two dress pockets.
Pan almost didn't think anything of it till she saw what was on those photos.
Pan's eyes widened, "Gimme them!" Pan yelled diving at Bra.
But Bra was too fast for Pan. Even though Bra wasn't a fighter she was learning some fighting techniques and how to move with great speed. Vegeta made damn sure "his little princess" could defend and out run anyone if they threatened her when he wasn't there to protect her.
"Come and get me!" yelled Bra dodging Pan.
"Stay still so I can kill you!" screamed Pan, she again dived at Bra and again Bra was to fast to catch. She slammed into the floor.
"Too slow."
"Bra-aaaaa! Gimme those pictures," whined Pan.
"Not pictures Pan. Can you say photos? P.H.O.T.O.S," Bra spelled out making Pan turn even redder than the make up that Bra used on her. Bra knew she was getting on Pan's nerves and soon Pan would.....
"Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme," screamed Pan her ki rising, she grabbed the photos from Bra's hands. "Got them!" Pan yelled smiling triumphantly.
She was about to burn them to dust when unfortunately for Pan the photo's were snatched from her hands. It took her a few seconds to realise they were missing from her hands and who took them from her.
"Hey what's this?"
"Uncle Goten? No-oooooo!" screamed Pan once she realised who had her photos.
Pan was about to tackle Goten when Trunks pushed her aside purposely to take a look at what got her so worked up. Pan flew to the side and before she knew it she heard Goten say.
"Hey it's Mr. Bo Bo!"
Mr. Bo Bo is a very, very short clown, one of the clowns Bulma hired every year for Trunks' birthday when he was still little and then she hired him again for all of Bra's seven birthday parties.
Apparently everyone loved Mr. Bo Bo, Bra and her friends always asked for him. Everyone loved Mr. Bo Bo, everyone except Pan. Pan hated Mr. Bo Bo. In fact she hated all clowns. They just freaked her out.
"Hey it is Mr. Bo Bo," said Trunks after he took a look at one photo. He then took another look at one with Mr. Bo Bo's whole body and his backside, he could see short black hair on Mr. Bo Bo's shoulders. Trunks blinked.
"Pan?" he started laughing. "That..ha...is..haha..Pan.
"Pan? These are Pan?" Goten asked in disbelief.
"Yep. Pan wanted a make over, so I gave her one. Isn't she cute?" said Bra, her hands cupping her cheeks, smiling innocently.
"This is Pan?" asked Goten again.
"Yes." answered Bra.
"This is Pan?" Goten asked again and started laughing.
"For Dende's sake don't start again. Yes this is Pan," said Trunks who just stopped laughing, he was becoming annoyed again because he thought Goten was going to act like he did at his office.
For a minute Pan thought Trunks was finished and would forget about her because of Goten. But then he continued.
"This Mr. Bo Bo look-a-like is non other than our little Panny," he said grinning at Pan.
Bra's smile faded. She knew her best friend for all of the six years of Pan's short life. She knew Pan hated being called "Panny" and being made fun of was even worse. She knew the look Pan made. As did Goten because he stopped laughing and moved away from Trunks and stood next to Bra, who was at a safe distance from Pan. Soon Pan would turn...
"Ahh! I'm gonna kill you Trunks!" screamed Pan. She scrunched her face and balled up her tiny fists increasing her ki, her eyes flashed a light violet and her hair turned wavy and into a colour of silver.
(I know Super Saiyan's have green eyes and blonde hair but I don't remember them saying anything about what a female Super Saiyan looked like, so I wanted to make Pan look different and be respected more for being the youngest to turn into one. Remember this is an A/U. Don't get angry. Ok.)
"Oh crap," said Trunks running away from Pan as she chased after him.
"Run Forest. Run," Goten yelled then started to laugh.
"Goten what are you," she ducked as one of Pan's small ki blasts almost hit her, "talking about?" she finished.
"Oh that's right your just a kid," said Goten. Bra pouted.
"Well. Go on. Tell me already."
"That was a line from a movie," he ducked as Trunks was thrown over him instead of a blast, Pan somehow managed to throw him into a wall.
Goten and Bra's eyes followed Trunks.
"Aaaahhhh!" screamed Trunks as he smashed into one of the kitchen's walls.
"Get back here! You coward," yelled Pan flying after him.
"What were you saying?" asked Bra to Goten.
"A movie, that line was from a movie," Goten's again looked at Trunks.
"No, please Dende. Pan anything just don't pull."
Pan swung Trunks by the hair.
"No-ooooooooooo," screamed Trunks.
"Ouch. That must of hurt," said Goten. Bra squeezed her head covering her hair protectively, as if she could feel his pain.
"I feel your pain brother, I feel your pain."
A few minutes passed. Pan was still beating Trunks. While Goten and Bra just talked about things, occasionally dodging a few ki blasts from Pan and the objects that unluckily got thrown around. They didn't want to get in Pan's way.
Bra and Goten talked for awhile until they mentioned Mr. Bo Bo getting a sharp look from Pan when she heard them while she was banging Trunks head ,they shut up immediately.
Pan kept on banging Trunks head on a chair, while holding on to his neck.
"He-eeelp!....Me-eee! She kicked Trunks in the shin.
"Ouch!" Trunks jumped so high up that he hit the ceiling.
"Panny, ple-eeease stop. I'm sorry," whined Trunks crawling and cradling his hair.
"What did you call me?" Pan glared daggers at him for using her nickname, only a few selected people were allowed the privilege to call her that, her grandparents, dad, mom, and her uncle was an exception.
Trunks got up. "I meant PAN! ha.. ha.. he.. he," he laughed nervously.
"Why are you laughing? You're still laughing at me.
"I DON'T LOOK LIKE MR. BO BO!" screamed Pan.
She was about to jump on Trunks again when something held her back. She swung violently.
"Put me down! Put me down! NOW!"
"Shut up brat. Look at what you did, the woman's gonna bitch at me for sure."
"Oh, my precious hair," Trunks groaned.
"Pathetic. You let a brat beat you up. Kakarot's brat's brat at that. Keep up your foolish attitude and you'll be bald," Vegeta said disapprovingly.
"Put me down, put me down," complained Pan as she was still hanging from Vegeta's right hand. He dropped her and she landed on her behind and dropped out of Super Saiyan.
"Ouch my butt," Pan said while rubbing her behind. "Vegeta that hurt," she added.
Vegeta looked at Pan and Trunks. The brats strong. You've become weak. And now because of the woman making you work you'll become even weaker, hmph."
"But that's not fair, I didn't even get to turn into a Super Saiyan. If I did she wouldn't have hurt me," complained Trunks gently untangling his fragile hair.
"No, the girl would still beat you. You'd still be too scared to do a thing, even in Super Saiyan mode," Vegeta said walking and stood in front of the kitchen table.
Vegeta thought a moment 'Yes, she is strong. Perhaps she is worthy enough to be trained by me'
"No way. How could Trunks ever be weaker than Pan," asked Goten, "She's just a girl." Bra kicked him in the shin, he hopped on one foot in pain.
"So what. I'm a girl and I can run faster than you," Bra stuck out her tongue and ran behind Vegeta's leg. Vegeta looked behind and down at Bra when he snapped out if his thoughts.
Goten was about to go after Bra. "Why you little runt, I outta," he said. Vegeta gave him a sharp glare.
"You ought to what?"
Goten forgot about Vegeta in his pain, so when he seen and heard him he cowardly ran and hid behind Trunks.
"Nothing," he quickly said.
"Goten, now who needs a date?" Trunks asked and pushed Goten away.
"Shut up," Goten said moving away, he kept a watchful eye on Vegeta.
Pan was silent for awhile, she was just trying to catch her breath and cool down.
A thought crossed her mind when she looked at the table behind Vegeta. Somehow the photo's ended up on it, untouched.
Vegeta turned around "Why do you have a photo of that midget clown."
"I AM NOT MR. BO BO!"
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I read the reviews and took in mind what you wrote. I couldn't believe it when I read my two chapters and there were no "quotes" and everything was clamped together. I honestly... forgot. Sorry. I rushed those two without checking what I wrote.
In the next Chapter: A few years have passed (Still no romance yet).
Trunks gets stuck baby-sitting.
Ms. Haruna still is Trunks' secretary and now she's got her eye set on Goten.
Pan and Bra in their mischief discover someone's "little" secret.
*My Thanks*
...............This doesn't concern you unless you reviewed my last chapter or first and wasn't mentioned (no offence) But you can read if you want.
My first thanks goes out to h, ?, Noseless Wonder, :-I ,Mysterious, Andrew, Kitty, Winter Peacecraft-Yuy, Ryoko#2000.
As for the person ^_^ I respect and fully understand that you don't want to give me your name for your own reasons. As long as I hear from you I shall stay content and thanks for giving me (again!) my first review on my first lemon. I swear I knew you would review, but wow it was an odd coincidence that you were first.
Again Thank you all and I hope to hear from you again whether or not you put your name or a simple letter. But next time to make it short I'll just say *Thanks To Everyone* instead of writing names in case I forget.
SiNcerely Yours,
SiN.