My sixth chapter! I'm so sorry that this took so long to get out. I've been very, very busy. I've got three projects to do, so I don't have that much time to do anything. So don't expect an update soon. Sorry.
Little reminder: It's still Halloween! One accident caused a 'little' cat fight and now everyone is becoming involved in a fight or will be...one way or another. Trunks has finally found the girl of-in his dreams! Or has he?
Just to remind you in case you've forgotten this *************will always be at the end of Trunks' dreams. If there is any.
Ages still are:
Trunks:30
Goten:29
Bra:17
Pan:16
Warning: This is an A/U fic...
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z/GT. Akira Toriyama and *ugh* FUNimation do. I'm not making any profit off this story.
Wait For Your Dreams:
"Pan? "
By: SiN
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"It's you!" Trunks said still floating in front of the balcony. He gently put both his hands on the girls shoulders.
The girl stepped back and-She laughed? Trunks let go of her. He felt happy, relieved... hurt... He starred at her. 'Why is she laughing at me?' He was confused more than anything else. Definitely confused. He starred harder as her laughter rose. 'She is who I think she is...isn't she?'
"What's your name?" He squinted trying to see past her mask as he flew up higher and landed on the balcony.
She laughed again. "Is that some kind of a joke?" She pulled off the white mask that was concealing her face.
'What??!!!!!!! How???...' Trunks began to think frantically. "Ah..." He was at a loss for words.
The girl put back on her mask and looked ahead of Trunks when someone flew up behind him. "Yeah, it's a joke," said Bra flying up a little higher and she too landed on the balcony, next to Trunks.
Trunks turned his head to the side, still not saying anything. He stared blankly at his sister. He then turned his attention back to Pan when he she started talking.
"Hey Bra! I was wondering where you were." Pan was unaware that Trunks was eyeing her.
"I was all over the place, how about you?"
"Same," answered Pan.
"Were you gonna stay here?" Bra asked when she took a look behind Pan and realised where they were.
"Yeah. I was feeling a little tired. You mad?"
"Why should I be?"
Pan shrugged. "So what's been..."
Trunks still stood there silently, just watching the two talk. He felt very, very foolish. 'How could I think Pan was her?' he thought.
He looked at Pan as she talked with his sister. He decided not to interrupt and let the girls chat. The girls seemed as if they didn't even notice that he was there, so he thought it was okay to leave.
'I hope she doesn't mind too much if I borrow this,' he thought as he walked past Pan, she moved aside for him. He stepped inside the room. Once inside he opened the door, exited and closed it.
"What's wrong with him?" whispered Pan. She had turned around and watched Trunks as he closed the door inside. She was confused as to why he left so suddenly. "Maybe he thought we were ignoring him. Think so?" she asked Bra walking back into the room.
Bra followed her in. "Nah, he probably wanted to go back to the party." She sat down on the bed. Pan joined her on the other side. 'I wouldn't blame him for leaving,' Bra thought pitying her brother. 'He was so happy and now...'
"Spill it."
"What?" Bra looked up and hummed.
"You know what." Pan groaned when Bra shook her head. "Bra-aaaaa!!!" she whined. "I know something is wrong with Trunks, now tell me what!"
"Even if there is something wrong with him, what makes you think I-III know anything? Hmm." Bra got up.
"Because..."
Bra's right eyebrow lifted. "Because what?" she asked sweetly. "Hmm."
"You just do!" Pan jumped off the bed. "Ah!"
"Pan are you okay?"
"Stupid dress..."
"Excuse me?"
"I was stepping on the bottom of my dress," Pan said as Bra helped her up, "and that's how I tripped." Bra stifled her laughter. "Don't laugh at me! It's your fault!"
"How's it my-yyyy fault?..." She tilted her head forward. "Hmm."
"Stop saying 'hmm', it's so annoying. And it's your fault because you made me wear this...this ridiculous costume!" Pan pulled on her dress.
"I thought you wanted to be an angel...for once." Bra giggled.
"Hey, I resent that. And I really did want to be an angel, before I had to keep fixing this all night," Pan turned around so that her back was facing Bra, "Do you know how many times it fell off?"
"Pan, I don't see your wings."
Pan spun around. "You see what I mean?! Great! Do you see it anywhere?"
Bra walked around and looked carefully for Pan's missing wings. "Nope. Sorry."
"Perfect, I'm a wingless angel."
"At least you are an angel," Bra flicked back some hair, "I'm... Look at me." She turned her head to the side closing one eye.
"Your a demon, so what?" Bra was wearing a long and tight dress. It was mostly red but had black stripes that ran along her arms. She had a red headband with pointy red devil's ears, she was wearing a red mask and her shoes were black.
"Not demon...Demonique," Bra cackled.
"I thought that's what you wanted to be."
"It is-ugh-You ruined the mood." Pan gave her a bemused look. "Never mind," Bra sighed.
"You're absolutely right, never mind all that. Now tell me what's wrong with Trunks. I know you know what's wrong with him. Why did he ask for my name?"
"You don't wanna know."
"Try me."
::::::::::::::::::::::Back in the Ballroom...
"Krillin, where are you going?"
"To stop my wife, Chozu."
Chozu floated up. "Well then you better hurry up, because as far as I can see she is about to finish off some witch," he strained his eyes, I think."
"I know." Krillin left the group.
"So who's hungry? Piccolo?"
Piccolo turned to Goku. "You know I only need to drink water," he sighed when Goku gave him his 'forgetful' look.
"Tien? Yamcha?" They both shook their heads no. Both guys were standing up and starring intently ahead.
"Anybody?" Nobody answered Goku. All eyes were glued to the people fighting. "Guys come on, lighten up. Remember what Gohan said, ten minutes..."
Vegeta interrupted. "Yes, well I remember. Your son may be smart, unlike you, but he can not predict when this madness will end. And ten minutes have long since gone Kakar..."
"What's Gohan doing?" asked Yamcha interupting Vegeta without knowing.
Vegeta growled. 'How dare he interrupt me. ME! Does no one show me the respect I deserve? I wont say anything about it this time, only because I can not be distracted. I must keep an eye on the woman and make sure she doesn't foolishly get hurt.' Vegeta starred at Bulma and smirked when she kicked the family jewels of some guy in a bunny costume. 'And make sure she doesn't foolishly hurt someone...' The bunny slammed into the wall. 'too much,' he laughed.
The guys wondered why Vegeta was laughing but shrugged it off and went back to their conversation.
"I don't think that's Gohan," Tien looked carefully, with all three eyes, back at the inner part of the ballroom.
Yamcha plopped down in his seat. "Are you sure? That is his costume, right?"
"Yeah, but Gohan went to the bathroom and it's," Tien pointed, "that way."
"So if that's not Gohan, then who's holding Videl?"
"I don't know but whoever it is better watch out before she..."
All the guys sang, "Oooh!" and covered their crotch as if in pain. Seconds later they "Oooh!!"-ed again.
::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ring-eh...Ballroom...
"I SAID LET GO!!!" Videl thrashed in the arms of the man that was restraining her. He held onto her from behind.
"No way lady!" The guy holding Videl shouted.
"FINE!! Have it your way!!!" Videl kicked her left foot back and...up. Videl was wearing expensive golden coloured high heels. Her shoes were very, very sharp. Poor guy.
"Ow!!!" The guy clutched his 'pain spot'. "Ah!!!" he screamed and lunged at Videl. Videl pulled her fist back and...
Bang!
"Honey!!" The lady dressed as Tinkerbell screamed and ran over to the man that 'landed' a few meters away, he was on the floor, crying. She looked back at Videl not too far away. "You monster!! Look what you did to my husband!!!" she tried to shout over the still? playing music.
"Oops." Videl may not have been strong like most of her family but she was strong enough to throw a grown man. She ran over to the lady dressed as Tinkerbell hovering over her husband. She felt satisfied at first but then guilty for her actions. She bent her head in shame and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry!" Tinkerbell stood up while her husband still laid on the floor, now whimpering. "SORRY!!! You could've killed MY husband!!!" She pulled up her hand to strike Videl but someone stopped her. The lady pulled her hand back and struck the person who stopped her instead.
"How dare you hit MY husband!" yelled Videl.
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Gohan asked. 'She's lucky I let her hit me,' he thought while rubbing under his mask to his now sore cheek.
"Your husband?" Videl nodded proudly. "Who cares about that?!! I want to know why you threw MY HAROLD?!!!"
Gohan tried again. "Videl what's..."
Videl took a step forward. "Well maybe if YOUR HAROLD didn't..."
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!" Both woman halted their yelling and noticed Gohan. "Finally! Can some..."
"Gohan didn't your mother tell you it's rude to interrupt?"
"But Vid..."
"SAY SORRY TO MY HAROLD NOW!!!"
"Hahaha!!" Videl laughed. "Yeah right!!" Then she shouted. "NOT UNTIL HE SAYS SORRY TO ME FIRST!!!"
"NO WAY!!! YOU SAY SORRY!!"
"NEVER!!!" Videl stopped her yelling as a look of realisation appeared on her face, " Wait a minute," she said calmly.
'Finally she's not screaming. Perhaps now she'll listen,' Gohan thought. He smiled and raised his right index finger up. "Ah, Videl..."
"I forgot, you ruined my costume." Videl crossed her arms. "YOU SHOULD SAY IT FIRST!!" She was supposed to be an Egyptian Queen. She wore a white dress, (unfortunately with the red stains caused by Tinkerbell) with gold stripes down the middle of her dress. Her elegantly made crown was wrapped around her head and her long black hair was tucked underneath her shoulder length wig.
'What made me think that she'd cease her yelling just to listen to me? Maybe I'm not as intelligent as I think I am.'
"NEVER!!!" yelled Tinkerbell.
"FINE THEN IGNORE ME!!!" Gohan shouted in vain because none of the women heard him. He dropped on the floor angrily. "I'm not moving till one of you pay attention and answer me!" he shouted, the women kept bickering.
The husband of Tinkerbell, Harold, rolled over and sat up next to Gohan. "Don't count on it. Buddy, if your wife is anything like mine you won't be moving for hours."
Gohan's shoulders slumped. "I know," he groaned. "I think my mother rubbed off on her."
Both men didn't notice that the amount of screaming around them caused by their wives had greatly decreased.
"I'll never understand it! How come a small ki blast doesn't hurt? But when any female slaps you your cheek stings," Gohan pouted. " Still with all my knowledge I can't even figure that out!"
"I don't know what your talking about, but I know how bad a slap is!" Harold nodded his head. "Oh, yeah. Women! Who needs them?!"
"Yeah," Gohan sighed agreeing.
Harold eyed Gohan. "Cool costume!"
Gohan groaned. "I believe we have the same one."
Both Videl and Tinkerbell stood in front of their husbands, glaring.
The guys finally looked up. They gulped.
Both women balled up their fists. "WHO NEEDS US?!!!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::Upstairs in Capsule Corps....Guest room.
"So that's what he really thought." Pan stared up at the ceiling. She was seated on the floor with her back leaning against the wall.
"What do you think?"
"Huh?" Pan looked at Bra. "What'd you say?" she asked.
"What do you think about everything I told you?"
"Well I have to say I never thought he'd think that I was his dream girl. I mean it's flattering and all but I wouldn't want to be his so called angel."
"Honestly?"
"No lie."
"Well I guess that's that."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you had a crush on my big bro."
"What?!!"
"Pan don't give me that look. I know at one time you did like Trunks."
"I admit it," Pan hit the floor, "I liked him for awhile not too long ago." Bra crossed her arms. " Jeez, there's no escaping you is there?"
"Nope. So go on. How long has this crush of yours been, hmm?"
"Since...Okay I can't remember exactly but I think when I was about eleven. And I stopped liking him one year ago."
"You liked him when you were eleven? I still believed in cooties at that age. I had my first crush when I was like thirteen."
"Really?" Bra nodded. "I thought when you were eight you liked what's his name," Pan snapped her fingers in thought, "Peter, no. Ah, Petey..."
"His name was Pete and I did not like him!!"
"Yes you did," Pan laughed, "Remember you would always run around the playground at school shouting "Pete! Pete get back here this instant!" she giggled. "You always chased and called for him everyday at recess."
"That's because that stupid kid kept hitting me."
"And you let him hit you because you li-iiiiiked him."
"Did not!!" yelled Bra.
"Did too," Pan calmly said. She laughed as Bra's face scrunched.
"DID NOT! DID NOT! DID NOT!!!!"
"Bra, calm down. I was only joking."
"I know, just needed a reason to scream and you gave me one."
"You're a strange girl, you know that?"
"Yep."
"So do you think the party's over?"
Bra checked the time on the alarm clock on the night stand. "It's not midnight yet."
"Oh yeah." Pan stretched her stiff arms.
Bra combed her fingers through her hair. "Maybe you should tie that." Bra suggested after she straightened hers.
"Nah, I like it like this."
"Are you sure?"
"Bra, what does it matter to you if my hair is tied or not?"
"I just have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach."
"And this bad feeling you have includes my hair's well being?" Pan chuckled.
"Yes! I think that your hair is in great danger! Look out!" Bra got off on the bed. "But seriously, I really feel like were missing something, something hectic."
"Well then maybe we should leave now and see if a new enemy has come to the crash the party." Pan got up from the floor and dusted her dress.
"Shut up!" Bra hit Pan's shoulder. "But your right, we should leave. Man, I forgot about the party. I wonder what's happening." Bra opened the door and they walked out.
Pan closed the door. "Me too."
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
"18!!"
18 turned her head, looked down and seen a short man dressed as a pirate. "Krillin not now," she spoke firmly. She turned her head to look back at the witch and...
Slap!
Krillin was shocked to see some lady just pull 18's eye strap. Big mistake. 18 stood stiff, not moving a muscle. Krillin wondered how long she'd stay like that. He eyed his wife's costume and noticed some things. Her shirt was torn and her black skirt now had other colours on it.
18 was dressed as a pirate queen. Her shirt had a goldish-dark yellow colour. (with the five strip marks on the back of her shirt thanks to the witch) She was also wearing a tight, black skirt that came down slanted. (the skirt now had stains.) A small gun was attached to the belt on her waist. She had black boots that stopped under her knees and her mask was black with a tint of shimmering gold sparkles on it.
"That'll teach ya to mess with me," the witch smirked.
'Great,' thought Krillin. 18 started walking towards the witch grinning. 'I know that grin. She's up to something, but what?' His heart jumped.
18 had startled her husband. "Dance!!" She shouted insanely. "Dance!!!" She was shooting ki blasts at the witch's feet. The witch was jumping wildly. Everyone around 18 ran away terrified.
'At least the gun she has is fake," Krillin thought thankfully.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" screamed the witch running away. She was so out of breath she started wheezing.
"What am I thinking?!! A gun can't compare to a blast! Hey!! 18!! Stop!!" Krillin ran after his wife. "Stop 18!! 18!!!!!"
Krillin didn't see the chair in front of him. "Ah!" He tripped into it and somehow flipped onto the side of the table beside the chair. It was another snack table, this one had all of the cakes on it. All the cakes flew high up and...
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere else in the Ballroom...
"No!!!!!" shouted Ubuu.
"What???!!!!" Marron ducked. "What?!" she screamed from under a table.
"The snack tables are...are all gone! No more sweets," Ubuu cried. "There all totalled!"
Marron pulled herself out and up. "That's why? You made me panic, again, just because all the snack tables are TOTALLED! I nearly twisted my spine and..."
"NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Two huge sweat drops formed on the side of Ubuu and Marron's head. They slowly turned around
"Goten are you, ah...okay?" Ubuu asked.
Goten twitched. "No more," he sniffed, "snacks." He grabbed the nearest person to him.
Ubuu sighed in irritation. "Goten if you don't let go I'm killing you."
"Snacks!!!" Marron smacked Goten on the back of his head.
"What about him!!"
"Ouch!" Ubuu shouted. "Goten why'd you say that for?!"
"I didn't want to be the only one hit," Goten replied while rubbing his head.
"Baby." Ubuu rubbed his head also.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Not!"
"T..."
"Both of you, SHUT UP!!!" Marron's face was red.
Goten and Ubuu gulped and stopped their bickering. "Sorry." They both bowed their heads.
Marron's eyes widened and she dived under the table again. She screamed from under, "Guys watch out!!!"
"Huh?" They both looked up, "Ahh!!!" and screamed. Pieces of cake out of nowhere had dropped on them.
"Instead of flying under for shelter you could've warned us first."
"Yummy!" Goten licked his lips. "Strawberry cre-eeeam..."
Ubuu groaned and wiped his face, the part his black mask didn't cover. "Let me rephrase that, you could have warned me first."
::::::::::::::::::::::: Z warriors...
"That's it! I'm stopping Chichi before she gets angry."
"Then what do you say," Yamcha starred with panic as he seen Chichi hammer some guys head mercilessly with her broken staff, "she is now?"
Goku got up. "Getting started."
There was an eerie silence that floated in the air. The only sound was the moving of Goku's chair. The Z warriors, all of them present, had the same thoughts picturing Chichi. If Chichi was getting started now...They didn't want to know what she was like when she was 'angry'.
"Getting started?!!" they all finally shouted after shock wore off. All shouted except Vegeta and Piccolo who remained quiet.
"Yep. Trust me, she can get worse." Goku watched Chichi from where he stood. The guy she was hitting was replaced by someone else and she started banging the new targets head. 'Hehe, I think she misses her frying pan.' Goku laughed silently.
"Worse? Are you sure you want to get in the way then? Don't you remember what happened last time?" Tien shivered from the memory.
"I do. I'm never going near any herd of women again. I was almost grabbed...twice. I was lucky the women left me alone after the first time. I think they were satisfied with throwing around some kind of heavy rag doll I threw at them when I panicked." Yamcha scratched his head carefully, very carefully, trying to remember what he threw.
"Stupid...women...marks."
"That was you that kept popping up and down Chozu?" asked Goku.
"Yes," came the mumbled reply.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry Chozu," Yamcha apologised. "I didn't know that was you I tossed."
"It's al right now, just don't do it again." Chozu fixed his white mask. It kept falling off, it was a little too big.
"I promise, I wont."
"What was it like? Did your stomach flip flop when you went up and down?" Goku laughed. "And up and down and up..." He reached for the sphere on top of the table in front of him.
Tien got up and stopped Goku from continuing to speak and shake? Chozu. Snow? slowly dropped down on the doll look-a-like. Tien then answered for Chozu, who's face was now becoming a shade similar to Piccolo's. "I don't think he'd like to talk about that Goku."
"Okay." Goku pouted and sat down on an empty chair that belonged to one of the other guys that left. Chozu rolled? away from Goku keeping safe distance. "Can you breath?" he asked Chozu once he stopped rolling.
"Air holes," was all Chozu said.
Goku nodded. "How neat! I wish I had your costu..."
"Goku! What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Gee Piccolo, I can't exactly remember," Goku laughed scratching his head. "Does it have to do with Chichi over there slapping that guy?"
The remaining Z warriors face faulted.
"Just kidding guys, I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna stop her.
"Sure you will," said Vegeta.
"Hey, here's an idea. Why don't we all try and stop all the fights?" The guys paled. "Aw, come on. It'll be fun."
"Fun?" they all said obviously doubting Goku.
"Well maybe not fun, but we have to try and stop everyone before someone re-eeally gets hurt. So are you guys in?"
"I'll help," Tien said hesitantly.
"Me too, but if I feel the slightest touch, even though they can't get me, I'm outta here."
"Ok, you convinced me. I'm in. But I agree with Chozu, kind of. For me it's the slightest grab and I'm gone. If I feel or see any of my hair missing you're gonna pay Goku."
Goku was confused. "What do you mean by that, Yamcha?" he asked.
"Last time too many women pulled on his hair and...Let's just say he ended up with a bad hair cut," Piccolo answered. He touched both antennas on his head when nobody was looking.
"Oh, is that why you always wore that baseball cap last year?" Goku asked.
"Yea." Yamcha touched his hair gently. "It took me one whole year to grow back the hair on the bald spots."
"Personally I think you looked better with the bald spots," Vegeta laughed.
"Hey Vegeta, maybe you should go and stop Bulma," Goku suggested.
"Leave me out of this!!" The guys starred at Vegeta. "Ah..." Vegeta composed himself. "You go and stop your out of control mate, Kakarot. Mine is better at controlling herself, better than yours, so there is no need for me to go and interfere. Let the woman have her fun."
"Are you sure that's wise, Vegeta," Piccolo smirked. "I think Bulma is just as out of control as Chichi is." He directed his head to the left.
"GET OUT OF OUR WAY!!!!!" shouted an enraged Bulma. She was chasing someone dressed as a butterfly along with Chichi. Everyone around the crazy duo, fighting or not, quickly got out of their way whenever they neared them.
"That's quite a voice Bulma has," said Chozu. "Wow! You could hear her over the music and she's at the other end of the room!"
"Vegeta, you were saying?" Piccolo grinned at Vegeta's facial cast.
Bulma and Chichi had now picked up, swung and thrown a man that got in their way.
'Damn the woman for humiliating me,' thought Vegeta. He starred along with everyone else as a table broke the man's fall and the man broke the table. Without saying anything Vegeta got up and left.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!!"
"That's Vegeta for ya." Goku smiled as Bulma was thrown over Vegeta's shoulder. Goku then became serious when he seen Chichi still on the attack. "Well that's one down."
"One? Bulma's more like ten. She's done more damage than twenty people put together," said Yamcha. "And there's still," he gulped, "Chichi. She's even worse!"
"Don't worry about her. You guys just stop the other people and leave Chichi to me." Goku stood up.
"Good luck." Tien patted Goku's shoulder. "If you need any help, the guys and I are near by."
"Speak for yourself, I don't know about you but I've died one to many times already."
"Yamcha's right, Tien. Trying to stop Chichi is worse than a suicide mission." Chozu shuddered. Snow? flew up around? him.
"Guys, come on. I don't think Chichi is that-
"DIE!!!! DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!!"
-bad," finished Goku. He sweat dropped while the other guys' face drained of colour. Chichi had picked up not one but TWO guys and was swinging them wildly by their hair. Yamcha instinctively protected his hair and Piccolo his antennas, the others except Goku were extremely thankful they were bald. "I'm gonna go now. Bye!" Goku used his instant transmission and caught both men before they slammed into two separate walls.
Yamcha groaned. "I think we should go now."
"Do we have to? Fine, lets get this over with." Chozu floated up and noticed Piccolo wasn't moving. "Piccolo aren't you gonna help us?" he asked.
"Not on your lives."
"Why not?" asked Yamcha.
"Because I don't feel like it."
"That's not fair!" Chozu complained. He floated down on the table. Snow? now fell down on him.
"He's just mad because last year everyone was pulling his antennas," said Tien.
Yamcha picked up a hat, put it on and pulled it tightly so that it covered his tied hair. He was dressed as a midnight stalker. His costume was mostly black. He wore a black trench coat with a white undershirt and black pants. He also had black shoes and was carrying a black cane. "Ouch, that must've hurt." He swung his cane pointing it at Piccolo.
"No, it felt relaxing having those people tug on them."
"Sor-ry. Then stay if your scared of loosing your antennas."
"Are you calling me a coward?!!"
Yamcha pulled up his hands, his cane nearly hit Chozu, but Chozu rolled? away. "No. I just meant..."
"Guys forget about it, lets go," said Tien. "Let's not start a fight ourselves."
Piccolo started to walk away. Yamcha and Tien followed example only going their separate ways.
"Al right! I'm ready for action. There is no way anybody can touch me now! Hahaha!" Chozu floated up. "This time I'm ready for anything." He flew away.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Back downstairs... behind one of the Ballroom doors...
"Why does the music have to be so loud?"
"Pan, it's a party."
"Well it doesn't mean that the music has to be so loud."
"It's only loud for us because we are..."
"Saiyans," Pan said proudly.
The girls became quiet.
"You know I could've sworn I heard Chichi screaming over there." Bra pointed her thumb to the right.
"Really? I could've also sworn I heard your mother screaming 'Vegeta put me down!' ."
"We must be hearing things," they murmured.
"VEGETA!! I SAID PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!"
They stared as Vegeta passed by, carrying a screaming Bulma. "Or maybe not."
"Bra, now I know where you get the need to scream from. As they say, 'like mother like daughter'." Pan giggled.
"Whatever." Bra's mind noted everything that was happening inside the ballroom. "Holy cow! Look at this mess and all the fights. I am so-ooo glad I left before all this started."
"Same here. And this happened when? We were gone for only thirty minutes."
"I bet it only took about five for everyone to panic."
"And everything probably started because of my grams and your mom."
"Yeah, but I wonder why? Mom made sure Master Roshi wasn't invited, so it couldn't have been his doing."
"Well I don't know, but I'd hate to be person who has to clean this mess when it's done."
"The servo bots will clean it up. But then again, if mom, which she likely will be, is still ballistic when everyone's gone," Bra sulked, "she'll make us do it."
"Why must you say such things? Are you trying to get my spirits down?"
"It's possible, so I'm just warning you ahead of time."
"You didn't have to. If Bulma doesn't get us then grams will. She is a freak when it comes to cleaning, she'll make us scrub top to bottom till it's spotless and then some."
"Now who's trying to dampen who's spirit?"
Pan smiled. "I was just warning you."
"Cute." Bra pinched Pan's cheeks. "We should we find Marron. She can tell us what we missed."
"If she didn't leave. I'll be surprised though if she's still here." Pan stared at all the people, mostly males, who were stuck through the doors of the ballroom trying to escape.
"And if Goten and Ubuu are still here too."
"Can't forget about Trunks."
"Uh huh. They all should be long gone."
"Should be. But I can feel Marron, Ubuu and uncle." Both of Pan's brows raised as she concentrated on searching for one last person. "Trunks isn't here."
Bra focused on her brothers ki. "He left? I guess that makes him the only smart enough to save himself."
"Well I'd like to follow in his example and save myself too." Pan spun around.
"Oh no you don't! You can save yourself after. We're only gonna talk to Marron!"
"And to do that we have to find her!"
"Uh huh. Your point?"
"We have to fight our way through the crowd!! And...and..."
Bra nodded slowly. "Your point?"
"We'll be trampled on, stamped on." Pan took a step back and grabbed the door handles. Bra pushed the doors so she couldn't open them. "They'll crush us, kill us!!" screamed Pan desperately trying to pull the doors." Bra was a lot stronger than she seemed.
"Pan, listen to yourself! All we're gonna do is find Marron, have a quick chat with her and hopefully get her to come with us," Bra paused, "to safety. Does that sound so bad?"
Pan released the handles, Bra removed her hands from holding the doors in place. "You know, I think you're righ-Aaahhh!!!"
"Pan!!" Bra yanked her back after nearly dropping. Pan had pushed Bra aside and struggled to open the doors, again.
"I don't wanna die!!" cried Pan as Bra dragged her away from the doors, from her last chance at freedom. "Br-aaaaa!!!!!! BRA!!! Please!!!! Ple-eeease Br-aaaaa!!!" she begged.
Bra had enough of Pan's childish behaviour.
Slap!
Pan rubbed her cheek. "I didn't know you had it in you."
"Neither did I."
Pan recovered quickly. Strangely she wasn't angry at all. She bent down, a tearing noise was heard. "Well let's go already!! Come on!!!" she shouted full of energy.
Bra sniffed. "Your...beautiful...dress-" Bra touched the sides of Pan's dress where Pan had made two slits that stopped at mid thigh. "-looks so cool!!!" She squealed in delight.
One minute arguing, the next minute crying and the next jumping with joy. These girls were so...
"I know! And it'll be so easy to run around." Pan started to run, lifting her knees as high as she could so that Bra could see how easy it was to run in her dress now.
Yes they were strange ones, these teens. They were indeed.
"Yea-what do you mean run around?" Bra blinked.
"We, my blue haired friend, are gonna stop the fighting!"
"What?! Oh no. I just wanted to find Marron and then lea..." Pan pulled Bra's hand
"Come on Bra, it'll be fun!" Pan dragged Bra into a part of the crowd.
"Wait! Pan think about..."
"OUTTA THE WAY!!!!" Pan screamed in the crowd. Everyone obeyed.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"The horror, the horror. Someone please make the snacks come back!"
Smack!
"Hey! Why'd you do that for Marron?" Goten rubbed his cheek.
"Make them stop, make them stop! Oh please Dende, make them stop!"
Smack!
"Not you too Ubuu! Get a hold of yourself!"
"Sorry Marron."
Now do you want to get out of here alive or not?!" shouted Marron.
"Yes," both said quietly.
"Then we have to stop the fighting!"
"But..."
"No buts!" Marron grabbed Goten's arm. "You go and stop those people over there." She then grabbed Ubuu's arm. "And you go and stop those people there."
"Please reconsider something else Marron!" Ubuu cried. "We'll be ripped to shreds!"
"Are you telling me that you'd rather chicken out and hide?"
"Yes." Goten and Ubuu eagerly nodded. They're heads bobbed up and down and they kept doing that till Marron had to...
Smack!
"Ouch!"
...hit them again.
"Cowards." She let go of their arms.
"Thank you," the guys said relieved. They again massaged the top of their heads. They also made a mental note to find and wear impenetrable hats whenever they were near Marron. She may have looked sweet and fragile but she was strong. She was VERY strong.
"Your still doing it!" She pushed them forward and into the crowd. Two ear-splitting screams could be heard in different directions. "They scream like girls," she laughed.
"Who's they?"
"Ah! Pan! Bra!"
"What?!!" Bra dove under the nearest table.
Pan picked up the table high enough to see her alarmed friend. She sighed. "Bra, she only screamed our names because she's happy to see us." Bra got up. "Right?" Pan asked Marron.
"Uh huh. But I can't blame you Bra, you have no idea how many times I dove under that very same table because Ubuu and Goten shouted my name."
Bra looked around. "Where is Goten and Ubuu?"
"Are they the ones who you said scream like girls?" asked Pan.
"Yep. They were scared because I told them to stop the fighting, so I pushed them into two parts of that crowd." Marron pointed to the divided crowds, the ones the guys were trapped in. "If you pay close attention you can still hear them."
The girls strained their ears.
"HELP!!" one cry was heard over a bunch of muffled voices.
"That's Ubuu," said Pan.
"DENDE SAVE ME!!!!!!"
"And that's Goten for ya," said Bra. She stared in Goten's direction. "You guys, did you hear Goten scream my name just now?"
"No," said Pan and Marron.
"I'm probably just hearing things."
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"BRA!!!!!HELP ME!!!!"
"GOTEN WHERE ARE YOU?!!!"
"BRA?!!" shouted a petrified Goten.
"GOTEN!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!"
Goten crawled on the floor towards the sound of his voice. Many people were running around. "Ouch!!!" He shook his hands trying to rid the pain from his throbbing fingers.
"HELP ME!!!!" Goten, with renewed determination, searched for the voice who called for him.
"Oh, it's just you," he sulked.
"Oh, it's just me. Gee thanks my friend, I'm glad to see you too," came the reply from the voice.
Many screaming voices could be heard. The screams mingled almost sounding one. You could say the screams were one long wailing cry.
Goten's mouth slowly dropped and his eyes bulged. He finally noticed the many women in front of him when he looked up. Once he noticed 'RUN' came to his mind. He almost did till one single deep voice stopped him.
"GOTEN!!! If you leave me I'll kill you once I'm free."
Goten looked up more almost crying. "But..." There were so many screeching women piled on top of each other in front of him. "Get yourself out!!" He attempted to crawl away. A hand grabbed Goten's leg and he screamed.
"UBUU LET ME GO!!!"
"GET ME OUTTA HERE FIRST!!!" Ubuu was trapped under the many women. Only his head and arms could be seen.
"HELP ME!!!!" screamed Goten. More women toppled over Ubuu and it alarmed Goten even more. Never in his life had he seen so many women, and on top of each other too!
"HELP YOU?!! I'M THE ONE TRAPPED UNDER ALL THESE ELEPHANTS!!!!" screamed Ubuu. He was being squashed more and more with each new lady who decided to jump on board.
"Oh no," Goten whispered. He closed his eyes and covered his head. Ubuu could barely hear his last cry, "Mommy."
"Oh shoot!" shouted Ubuu. "Goten?! GOTEN CAN YOU HEAR ME?!!!"
Too many women had joined the heap. Half the women covering Ubuu had rolled onto Goten. Unlike Ubuu, who was lucky enough to have his head and arms free, Goten couldn't even be seen! His entire body, head to toe was trapped underneath.
"HEY!!!! GET OFF HIM!!" shouted Ubuu. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere else in this messed up Ballroom...
"Okay, I can do this."
"GET HIM!!"
Yamcha ran.
"THEY FOUND ME!!!" Yamcha ran away from the teenage girls that happened to be after his 'head'.
"Got him!!" screamed a girl wearing an Amazon costume. She had jumped out of nowhere, grabbed his hat and threw it like a frisbee. She then blocked Yamcha from escaping by holding onto hi...
"LET GO!!!" He desperately tried to remove the Amazon's hands from his hair. But she just tugged and tugged and tugged some more.
Yamcha finally removed the girl's claws only to be faced by a gang of girls. The girl, that found him first, ran and stood beside her friends. They were the same eight girls that practically stripped him of his clothes when he had stopped them from beating on a couple of guys. Boy did he make the mistake of messing with them. These were the kind of girls that worked with their hands, if you know what I mean.
The girls opened their mouths. Their tongues flicked up and down. They were screaming.
To Yamcha it sounded like some kind of battle cry. "Shalalalalalala!!!!!!!"
Yes, 'all' the girls were dressed as Amazons. It frightened the poor warrior even more when the girls started to shake their bodies, jump up and down and worst of all...pull on their own hair. Just his luck, they happened to be the type of girls that loved to...pull hair. Their own too!
They looked like hungry wolves pursuing their prey and poor Yamcha just stood there stiff, like a deer caught in a trap. He thought for a few seconds as they neared him, slowly.
'If these crazed girls pull their own hair,' he stared at them as they pulled some more and walked towards him, 'think of what they'll do to yours!' Without another thought Yamcha ran. Ran for his life, ran for his hair.
"GET HIM!!" They chased after the shredded midnight stalker.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::The more quiet part of the Ballroom...
'I wonder if Tien and the others are having any luck.' Chozu floated over a not so aggressive crowd and then to an abandoned section of the ballroom. "Whoa!!!"
Chozu almost slammed into a wall because something hit him, a black hat. Luckily, for him, his costume helped him bounce off the wall. How a hat got thrown up so high...Chozu didn't know. But he thought the hat looked awfully similar to Yamcha's.
His costume was in the shape of a bubble. You could say it looked like a life sized snow dome, except it was fully round, kind of like a 'ball'. The fake snow that laid at the bottom of the bubble made it look more like a snow dome. The costume looked absolutely adorable on him. The only problem was that he had to run, making the ball roll, and try and keep himself from spinning out of control, otherwise he'd twirl inside.
He felt pretty confident that his costume would protect him from anyone and everyone's hands. No one could touch him or so he thought.
'So far, I haven't been thrown around. I knew this costume would protect me!' Chozu looked down. 'Nobody is over here. At least I don't see anybody, I guess this area is safe.' He floated down on the ground.
Safe.... He should've know better. No-ooo where in this ballroom was...safe. Going down was a mistake that could cost Chozu his, oh so, delicate stomach. Shame.
The floor started to shake. He wobble up and down, the fake snow fluttered around him.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!"
Chozu looked up. 'Am I seeing things?' He wiped his eyes. His pupils dilated. "Yamcha!! STOP!!" The thumping of a herd mixed with the music still? playing was so loud Yamcha didn't hear the little man in the life sized dome. Chozu tried, oh how he tried to roll away.
What Chozu didn't realise was that he was rolling forward instead of to the side and out of the way. He was still in danger. Great danger.
:::::::::::::::::::::::: Another part of the Ballroom...
"I'm coming!!!"
"What's gotten into Bra?" asked Pan. "Is she crazy? She just ran into the crowd."
Marron's eyes found what Bra was starring at before she ran. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped the more she looked up. "Pan no time for questions, just listen to me O.K. Run!" She started to follow Bra's path when Pan stopped her.
"What?! Why?"
"No time!" Marron grabbed Pan and pulled her into the crowd with her. "We've got to save them!"
"What?!! Who?!!!
::::::::::::::::::::::::The so called quiet part of the Ballroom...
Yamcha turned around for a quick peak. The girls were somehow gaining on him. 'I've got to get away!' He ran faster.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!!"
"YOUR'RE MINE!!" One girl jumped trying to catch him. But the midnight stalker leaped up. The girl tumbled, knocking down four of her friends.
'That's five down. Three to go.'
One girl extended her arm reaching for Yamcha. "GOT HIM!!" He glanced back, jumping up at the same time.
Yamcha faced forward again and almost slipped? He had landed on something. "Whoa!!!" He landed on a...ball? He ran, with the ball under him, trying to balance himself, arms out.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!"
Three girls still advanced. Yamcha struggled to not fall. It was hard, very hard. Trying to keep steady on a huge ball at the same time being chased by deranged girls was harder than it looked. If you could see him...It looked like a circus act!
"No-ooooooooooo!!!!! Ya-aaaaaamch-aaaaaa!!!!"
Yamcha, still above the ball, glanced back again. He thought he heard someone, familiar. 'Nah!' he thought. 'Probably the howling girls.' He was about to jump off his ride when the shaky voice returned.
"St-oooop!!!!!"
This time, Yamcha knew it wasn't the girl's howling. "Chozu?!!" He looked around, almost loosing his balance.
"I-IIIIII'mmm....Un-deeeeeeeeerrrrrr!!!!" Chozu twirled and twirled and twirled. He looked like a mouse rolling inside his cage. The only difference was that he was out of control.
One Amazon was right behind the guys. She lifted her foot...
Immediately, Yamcha, "Aaaahh!" fell off.
"NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" screamed Chozu.
Yamcha landed on his butt and watched, with an open mouth. 'Oops. I did it again.'
The girl had aimed for Yamcha but ended up kicking Chozu up, up and away.
The three remaining girls and Yamcha forgot about each other. They just watched the ball reach it's destination. It hit something! But what?
:::::::::::::::::::::::Ballroom...Who knows where...
"HE-EEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!" Ubuu shouted. His body was still trapped. His hands were now stuck under the second pile, the pile of women crushing poor Goten. Ubuu tried to pull Goten's foot, the one he was still holding, but there was no point. He couldn't even move. His head was 'now' the only thing free.
"UBUU WATCH OUT!!!"
"Bra?" Ubuu craned his head and seen Bra pointing her finger up. 'What's that? A ball?' he thought.
The ball, that was moving with great speed, crashed into the pile of women on top of Goten. Ubuu felt the ground shake. "Oh no."
The impact of the hit caused 'some' of the women, above Goten, to fall off. They fell on top of...
"WHY-YYYYYY!!!" was the last thing out of Ubuu's mouth before he too was fully covered and trapped of women.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere outside...
'I can't believe I thought...' Trunks put his thoughts on hold as someone approached him. 'Is that who I think?'
"Hey sonny! Which way to that Ballroom Bulma's been bragging about?"
"You were invited?"
"Hehe, just thought I'd stop by and say hi."
"Okay." Trunks took a good look at the old man's costume before answering. "That way." He directed the man to the Ballrooms' back doors.
"Thanks!" the old man walked away.
'Why bother even coming now, the party's almost over.' Trunks looked at his watch. 'It's almost midnight.'
Trunks once again was lost in his thoughts. He'd been outside ever since...
'I hope Panny isn't mad,' he fiddled with an object in his hands, 'Maybe it was a bad idea to take this.'
Trunks stood up for awhile before deciding he should sit down. There was nowhere to sit but on the ground. He took out his sword, so that it didn't poke him, and sat down on a patch of grass. Moments passed as he carefully eyed the object in his hands.
'How could I be so stupid? I should've sensed her, known it was Pan,' he sulked. He honestly though that Pan was the one, his angel. 'But, now that I think about it, Pan's costume must've been a sign! That's it, a sign!'
He carefully placed Pan's 'stolen' wings down. The wings had gave him some kind of comfort, even if it was fake and not 'hers'. Not that he'd want to rip off his angel's wings.
'What am I saying? Sign? Great, now I'm starting to sound like Bra. This has gone too far. This obsession has got the better of me. Dreams aren't real. She isn't real. That's why I was-I'm not making sense!'
"I'm talking to myself,' he shook his head, "I'm crazy! Look what you've done to me!" he shouted to the sky. "How much longer do I have to wait?!!"
Trunks, picking up his sword, got up. He walked in circles, every now and then glancing at the white object still resting comfortably on the ground. He came in front of it.
"She sure fooled me.' He bent down. ' If I didn't know you,' he spoke picking up the wings, 'maybe I would've convinced myself you were her, Pan.'
The wind blew, causing some of the feathers to fly away and behind Trunks. He turned to the directions the feathers flew. He gradually became confused.
'Why do I feel like throwing somebody all of a sudden?' He blinked and touched his head. It felt as if someone was patting it. Trunks didn't like the feeling one bit. He wanted to throw someone but who? Things just kept on becoming stranger and stranger. Many times that night he felt...One time he tripped, the other he was panicky and now he was angry.
He felt a familiar ki rise 'dangerously'.
"Pan?"
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Was this not what you expected? I know in the last chapter I made it seem like Trunks was going to end up with his angel...But did ya really think I was going to make it that easy for him? Ha! Still a long (I think) way to go till his dreams come true.
Some of the costumes have been revealed but what about the rest? What about the other Z warriors, will they stop the fights or fall victim to the wom-eh...crowd? Who'll save Goten and Ubuu from suffocating? Will this madness end? What did Master Roshi do at last years party???...Has Trunks lost his mind? Where is Trunks?
Too many questions with too many answers. All asked shall be answered in the next chapter.
In the Next Chapter: So it's still Halloween. No explanation needed.
Now, where's the rest you ask? It'll be in the next chapter. Don't worry, that'll be up as soon as I'm free of projects. And the romance will come soon. Don't hate me, there will be romance.
*My Thanks to Everyone*
Thanks for all those lovely reviews. It's people like you that motivate me to write. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and got at least one laugh. If you didn't, maybe I should skip the whole comedy/romance thing and just make it sappy. If you did laugh, well then I'll try and make the next chapter even funnier. Again, thanks everyone!
Oh and please review.
SiNcerely Yours,
SiN
Little reminder: It's still Halloween! One accident caused a 'little' cat fight and now everyone is becoming involved in a fight or will be...one way or another. Trunks has finally found the girl of-in his dreams! Or has he?
Just to remind you in case you've forgotten this *************will always be at the end of Trunks' dreams. If there is any.
Ages still are:
Trunks:30
Goten:29
Bra:17
Pan:16
Warning: This is an A/U fic...
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z/GT. Akira Toriyama and *ugh* FUNimation do. I'm not making any profit off this story.
Wait For Your Dreams:
"Pan? "
By: SiN
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"It's you!" Trunks said still floating in front of the balcony. He gently put both his hands on the girls shoulders.
The girl stepped back and-She laughed? Trunks let go of her. He felt happy, relieved... hurt... He starred at her. 'Why is she laughing at me?' He was confused more than anything else. Definitely confused. He starred harder as her laughter rose. 'She is who I think she is...isn't she?'
"What's your name?" He squinted trying to see past her mask as he flew up higher and landed on the balcony.
She laughed again. "Is that some kind of a joke?" She pulled off the white mask that was concealing her face.
'What??!!!!!!! How???...' Trunks began to think frantically. "Ah..." He was at a loss for words.
The girl put back on her mask and looked ahead of Trunks when someone flew up behind him. "Yeah, it's a joke," said Bra flying up a little higher and she too landed on the balcony, next to Trunks.
Trunks turned his head to the side, still not saying anything. He stared blankly at his sister. He then turned his attention back to Pan when he she started talking.
"Hey Bra! I was wondering where you were." Pan was unaware that Trunks was eyeing her.
"I was all over the place, how about you?"
"Same," answered Pan.
"Were you gonna stay here?" Bra asked when she took a look behind Pan and realised where they were.
"Yeah. I was feeling a little tired. You mad?"
"Why should I be?"
Pan shrugged. "So what's been..."
Trunks still stood there silently, just watching the two talk. He felt very, very foolish. 'How could I think Pan was her?' he thought.
He looked at Pan as she talked with his sister. He decided not to interrupt and let the girls chat. The girls seemed as if they didn't even notice that he was there, so he thought it was okay to leave.
'I hope she doesn't mind too much if I borrow this,' he thought as he walked past Pan, she moved aside for him. He stepped inside the room. Once inside he opened the door, exited and closed it.
"What's wrong with him?" whispered Pan. She had turned around and watched Trunks as he closed the door inside. She was confused as to why he left so suddenly. "Maybe he thought we were ignoring him. Think so?" she asked Bra walking back into the room.
Bra followed her in. "Nah, he probably wanted to go back to the party." She sat down on the bed. Pan joined her on the other side. 'I wouldn't blame him for leaving,' Bra thought pitying her brother. 'He was so happy and now...'
"Spill it."
"What?" Bra looked up and hummed.
"You know what." Pan groaned when Bra shook her head. "Bra-aaaaa!!!" she whined. "I know something is wrong with Trunks, now tell me what!"
"Even if there is something wrong with him, what makes you think I-III know anything? Hmm." Bra got up.
"Because..."
Bra's right eyebrow lifted. "Because what?" she asked sweetly. "Hmm."
"You just do!" Pan jumped off the bed. "Ah!"
"Pan are you okay?"
"Stupid dress..."
"Excuse me?"
"I was stepping on the bottom of my dress," Pan said as Bra helped her up, "and that's how I tripped." Bra stifled her laughter. "Don't laugh at me! It's your fault!"
"How's it my-yyyy fault?..." She tilted her head forward. "Hmm."
"Stop saying 'hmm', it's so annoying. And it's your fault because you made me wear this...this ridiculous costume!" Pan pulled on her dress.
"I thought you wanted to be an angel...for once." Bra giggled.
"Hey, I resent that. And I really did want to be an angel, before I had to keep fixing this all night," Pan turned around so that her back was facing Bra, "Do you know how many times it fell off?"
"Pan, I don't see your wings."
Pan spun around. "You see what I mean?! Great! Do you see it anywhere?"
Bra walked around and looked carefully for Pan's missing wings. "Nope. Sorry."
"Perfect, I'm a wingless angel."
"At least you are an angel," Bra flicked back some hair, "I'm... Look at me." She turned her head to the side closing one eye.
"Your a demon, so what?" Bra was wearing a long and tight dress. It was mostly red but had black stripes that ran along her arms. She had a red headband with pointy red devil's ears, she was wearing a red mask and her shoes were black.
"Not demon...Demonique," Bra cackled.
"I thought that's what you wanted to be."
"It is-ugh-You ruined the mood." Pan gave her a bemused look. "Never mind," Bra sighed.
"You're absolutely right, never mind all that. Now tell me what's wrong with Trunks. I know you know what's wrong with him. Why did he ask for my name?"
"You don't wanna know."
"Try me."
::::::::::::::::::::::Back in the Ballroom...
"Krillin, where are you going?"
"To stop my wife, Chozu."
Chozu floated up. "Well then you better hurry up, because as far as I can see she is about to finish off some witch," he strained his eyes, I think."
"I know." Krillin left the group.
"So who's hungry? Piccolo?"
Piccolo turned to Goku. "You know I only need to drink water," he sighed when Goku gave him his 'forgetful' look.
"Tien? Yamcha?" They both shook their heads no. Both guys were standing up and starring intently ahead.
"Anybody?" Nobody answered Goku. All eyes were glued to the people fighting. "Guys come on, lighten up. Remember what Gohan said, ten minutes..."
Vegeta interrupted. "Yes, well I remember. Your son may be smart, unlike you, but he can not predict when this madness will end. And ten minutes have long since gone Kakar..."
"What's Gohan doing?" asked Yamcha interupting Vegeta without knowing.
Vegeta growled. 'How dare he interrupt me. ME! Does no one show me the respect I deserve? I wont say anything about it this time, only because I can not be distracted. I must keep an eye on the woman and make sure she doesn't foolishly get hurt.' Vegeta starred at Bulma and smirked when she kicked the family jewels of some guy in a bunny costume. 'And make sure she doesn't foolishly hurt someone...' The bunny slammed into the wall. 'too much,' he laughed.
The guys wondered why Vegeta was laughing but shrugged it off and went back to their conversation.
"I don't think that's Gohan," Tien looked carefully, with all three eyes, back at the inner part of the ballroom.
Yamcha plopped down in his seat. "Are you sure? That is his costume, right?"
"Yeah, but Gohan went to the bathroom and it's," Tien pointed, "that way."
"So if that's not Gohan, then who's holding Videl?"
"I don't know but whoever it is better watch out before she..."
All the guys sang, "Oooh!" and covered their crotch as if in pain. Seconds later they "Oooh!!"-ed again.
::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ring-eh...Ballroom...
"I SAID LET GO!!!" Videl thrashed in the arms of the man that was restraining her. He held onto her from behind.
"No way lady!" The guy holding Videl shouted.
"FINE!! Have it your way!!!" Videl kicked her left foot back and...up. Videl was wearing expensive golden coloured high heels. Her shoes were very, very sharp. Poor guy.
"Ow!!!" The guy clutched his 'pain spot'. "Ah!!!" he screamed and lunged at Videl. Videl pulled her fist back and...
Bang!
"Honey!!" The lady dressed as Tinkerbell screamed and ran over to the man that 'landed' a few meters away, he was on the floor, crying. She looked back at Videl not too far away. "You monster!! Look what you did to my husband!!!" she tried to shout over the still? playing music.
"Oops." Videl may not have been strong like most of her family but she was strong enough to throw a grown man. She ran over to the lady dressed as Tinkerbell hovering over her husband. She felt satisfied at first but then guilty for her actions. She bent her head in shame and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry!" Tinkerbell stood up while her husband still laid on the floor, now whimpering. "SORRY!!! You could've killed MY husband!!!" She pulled up her hand to strike Videl but someone stopped her. The lady pulled her hand back and struck the person who stopped her instead.
"How dare you hit MY husband!" yelled Videl.
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Gohan asked. 'She's lucky I let her hit me,' he thought while rubbing under his mask to his now sore cheek.
"Your husband?" Videl nodded proudly. "Who cares about that?!! I want to know why you threw MY HAROLD?!!!"
Gohan tried again. "Videl what's..."
Videl took a step forward. "Well maybe if YOUR HAROLD didn't..."
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!!!" Both woman halted their yelling and noticed Gohan. "Finally! Can some..."
"Gohan didn't your mother tell you it's rude to interrupt?"
"But Vid..."
"SAY SORRY TO MY HAROLD NOW!!!"
"Hahaha!!" Videl laughed. "Yeah right!!" Then she shouted. "NOT UNTIL HE SAYS SORRY TO ME FIRST!!!"
"NO WAY!!! YOU SAY SORRY!!"
"NEVER!!!" Videl stopped her yelling as a look of realisation appeared on her face, " Wait a minute," she said calmly.
'Finally she's not screaming. Perhaps now she'll listen,' Gohan thought. He smiled and raised his right index finger up. "Ah, Videl..."
"I forgot, you ruined my costume." Videl crossed her arms. "YOU SHOULD SAY IT FIRST!!" She was supposed to be an Egyptian Queen. She wore a white dress, (unfortunately with the red stains caused by Tinkerbell) with gold stripes down the middle of her dress. Her elegantly made crown was wrapped around her head and her long black hair was tucked underneath her shoulder length wig.
'What made me think that she'd cease her yelling just to listen to me? Maybe I'm not as intelligent as I think I am.'
"NEVER!!!" yelled Tinkerbell.
"FINE THEN IGNORE ME!!!" Gohan shouted in vain because none of the women heard him. He dropped on the floor angrily. "I'm not moving till one of you pay attention and answer me!" he shouted, the women kept bickering.
The husband of Tinkerbell, Harold, rolled over and sat up next to Gohan. "Don't count on it. Buddy, if your wife is anything like mine you won't be moving for hours."
Gohan's shoulders slumped. "I know," he groaned. "I think my mother rubbed off on her."
Both men didn't notice that the amount of screaming around them caused by their wives had greatly decreased.
"I'll never understand it! How come a small ki blast doesn't hurt? But when any female slaps you your cheek stings," Gohan pouted. " Still with all my knowledge I can't even figure that out!"
"I don't know what your talking about, but I know how bad a slap is!" Harold nodded his head. "Oh, yeah. Women! Who needs them?!"
"Yeah," Gohan sighed agreeing.
Harold eyed Gohan. "Cool costume!"
Gohan groaned. "I believe we have the same one."
Both Videl and Tinkerbell stood in front of their husbands, glaring.
The guys finally looked up. They gulped.
Both women balled up their fists. "WHO NEEDS US?!!!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::Upstairs in Capsule Corps....Guest room.
"So that's what he really thought." Pan stared up at the ceiling. She was seated on the floor with her back leaning against the wall.
"What do you think?"
"Huh?" Pan looked at Bra. "What'd you say?" she asked.
"What do you think about everything I told you?"
"Well I have to say I never thought he'd think that I was his dream girl. I mean it's flattering and all but I wouldn't want to be his so called angel."
"Honestly?"
"No lie."
"Well I guess that's that."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought you had a crush on my big bro."
"What?!!"
"Pan don't give me that look. I know at one time you did like Trunks."
"I admit it," Pan hit the floor, "I liked him for awhile not too long ago." Bra crossed her arms. " Jeez, there's no escaping you is there?"
"Nope. So go on. How long has this crush of yours been, hmm?"
"Since...Okay I can't remember exactly but I think when I was about eleven. And I stopped liking him one year ago."
"You liked him when you were eleven? I still believed in cooties at that age. I had my first crush when I was like thirteen."
"Really?" Bra nodded. "I thought when you were eight you liked what's his name," Pan snapped her fingers in thought, "Peter, no. Ah, Petey..."
"His name was Pete and I did not like him!!"
"Yes you did," Pan laughed, "Remember you would always run around the playground at school shouting "Pete! Pete get back here this instant!" she giggled. "You always chased and called for him everyday at recess."
"That's because that stupid kid kept hitting me."
"And you let him hit you because you li-iiiiiked him."
"Did not!!" yelled Bra.
"Did too," Pan calmly said. She laughed as Bra's face scrunched.
"DID NOT! DID NOT! DID NOT!!!!"
"Bra, calm down. I was only joking."
"I know, just needed a reason to scream and you gave me one."
"You're a strange girl, you know that?"
"Yep."
"So do you think the party's over?"
Bra checked the time on the alarm clock on the night stand. "It's not midnight yet."
"Oh yeah." Pan stretched her stiff arms.
Bra combed her fingers through her hair. "Maybe you should tie that." Bra suggested after she straightened hers.
"Nah, I like it like this."
"Are you sure?"
"Bra, what does it matter to you if my hair is tied or not?"
"I just have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach."
"And this bad feeling you have includes my hair's well being?" Pan chuckled.
"Yes! I think that your hair is in great danger! Look out!" Bra got off on the bed. "But seriously, I really feel like were missing something, something hectic."
"Well then maybe we should leave now and see if a new enemy has come to the crash the party." Pan got up from the floor and dusted her dress.
"Shut up!" Bra hit Pan's shoulder. "But your right, we should leave. Man, I forgot about the party. I wonder what's happening." Bra opened the door and they walked out.
Pan closed the door. "Me too."
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
"18!!"
18 turned her head, looked down and seen a short man dressed as a pirate. "Krillin not now," she spoke firmly. She turned her head to look back at the witch and...
Slap!
Krillin was shocked to see some lady just pull 18's eye strap. Big mistake. 18 stood stiff, not moving a muscle. Krillin wondered how long she'd stay like that. He eyed his wife's costume and noticed some things. Her shirt was torn and her black skirt now had other colours on it.
18 was dressed as a pirate queen. Her shirt had a goldish-dark yellow colour. (with the five strip marks on the back of her shirt thanks to the witch) She was also wearing a tight, black skirt that came down slanted. (the skirt now had stains.) A small gun was attached to the belt on her waist. She had black boots that stopped under her knees and her mask was black with a tint of shimmering gold sparkles on it.
"That'll teach ya to mess with me," the witch smirked.
'Great,' thought Krillin. 18 started walking towards the witch grinning. 'I know that grin. She's up to something, but what?' His heart jumped.
18 had startled her husband. "Dance!!" She shouted insanely. "Dance!!!" She was shooting ki blasts at the witch's feet. The witch was jumping wildly. Everyone around 18 ran away terrified.
'At least the gun she has is fake," Krillin thought thankfully.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" screamed the witch running away. She was so out of breath she started wheezing.
"What am I thinking?!! A gun can't compare to a blast! Hey!! 18!! Stop!!" Krillin ran after his wife. "Stop 18!! 18!!!!!"
Krillin didn't see the chair in front of him. "Ah!" He tripped into it and somehow flipped onto the side of the table beside the chair. It was another snack table, this one had all of the cakes on it. All the cakes flew high up and...
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere else in the Ballroom...
"No!!!!!" shouted Ubuu.
"What???!!!!" Marron ducked. "What?!" she screamed from under a table.
"The snack tables are...are all gone! No more sweets," Ubuu cried. "There all totalled!"
Marron pulled herself out and up. "That's why? You made me panic, again, just because all the snack tables are TOTALLED! I nearly twisted my spine and..."
"NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Two huge sweat drops formed on the side of Ubuu and Marron's head. They slowly turned around
"Goten are you, ah...okay?" Ubuu asked.
Goten twitched. "No more," he sniffed, "snacks." He grabbed the nearest person to him.
Ubuu sighed in irritation. "Goten if you don't let go I'm killing you."
"Snacks!!!" Marron smacked Goten on the back of his head.
"What about him!!"
"Ouch!" Ubuu shouted. "Goten why'd you say that for?!"
"I didn't want to be the only one hit," Goten replied while rubbing his head.
"Baby." Ubuu rubbed his head also.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Not!"
"T..."
"Both of you, SHUT UP!!!" Marron's face was red.
Goten and Ubuu gulped and stopped their bickering. "Sorry." They both bowed their heads.
Marron's eyes widened and she dived under the table again. She screamed from under, "Guys watch out!!!"
"Huh?" They both looked up, "Ahh!!!" and screamed. Pieces of cake out of nowhere had dropped on them.
"Instead of flying under for shelter you could've warned us first."
"Yummy!" Goten licked his lips. "Strawberry cre-eeeam..."
Ubuu groaned and wiped his face, the part his black mask didn't cover. "Let me rephrase that, you could have warned me first."
::::::::::::::::::::::: Z warriors...
"That's it! I'm stopping Chichi before she gets angry."
"Then what do you say," Yamcha starred with panic as he seen Chichi hammer some guys head mercilessly with her broken staff, "she is now?"
Goku got up. "Getting started."
There was an eerie silence that floated in the air. The only sound was the moving of Goku's chair. The Z warriors, all of them present, had the same thoughts picturing Chichi. If Chichi was getting started now...They didn't want to know what she was like when she was 'angry'.
"Getting started?!!" they all finally shouted after shock wore off. All shouted except Vegeta and Piccolo who remained quiet.
"Yep. Trust me, she can get worse." Goku watched Chichi from where he stood. The guy she was hitting was replaced by someone else and she started banging the new targets head. 'Hehe, I think she misses her frying pan.' Goku laughed silently.
"Worse? Are you sure you want to get in the way then? Don't you remember what happened last time?" Tien shivered from the memory.
"I do. I'm never going near any herd of women again. I was almost grabbed...twice. I was lucky the women left me alone after the first time. I think they were satisfied with throwing around some kind of heavy rag doll I threw at them when I panicked." Yamcha scratched his head carefully, very carefully, trying to remember what he threw.
"Stupid...women...marks."
"That was you that kept popping up and down Chozu?" asked Goku.
"Yes," came the mumbled reply.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry Chozu," Yamcha apologised. "I didn't know that was you I tossed."
"It's al right now, just don't do it again." Chozu fixed his white mask. It kept falling off, it was a little too big.
"I promise, I wont."
"What was it like? Did your stomach flip flop when you went up and down?" Goku laughed. "And up and down and up..." He reached for the sphere on top of the table in front of him.
Tien got up and stopped Goku from continuing to speak and shake? Chozu. Snow? slowly dropped down on the doll look-a-like. Tien then answered for Chozu, who's face was now becoming a shade similar to Piccolo's. "I don't think he'd like to talk about that Goku."
"Okay." Goku pouted and sat down on an empty chair that belonged to one of the other guys that left. Chozu rolled? away from Goku keeping safe distance. "Can you breath?" he asked Chozu once he stopped rolling.
"Air holes," was all Chozu said.
Goku nodded. "How neat! I wish I had your costu..."
"Goku! What are you supposed to be doing?"
"Gee Piccolo, I can't exactly remember," Goku laughed scratching his head. "Does it have to do with Chichi over there slapping that guy?"
The remaining Z warriors face faulted.
"Just kidding guys, I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna stop her.
"Sure you will," said Vegeta.
"Hey, here's an idea. Why don't we all try and stop all the fights?" The guys paled. "Aw, come on. It'll be fun."
"Fun?" they all said obviously doubting Goku.
"Well maybe not fun, but we have to try and stop everyone before someone re-eeally gets hurt. So are you guys in?"
"I'll help," Tien said hesitantly.
"Me too, but if I feel the slightest touch, even though they can't get me, I'm outta here."
"Ok, you convinced me. I'm in. But I agree with Chozu, kind of. For me it's the slightest grab and I'm gone. If I feel or see any of my hair missing you're gonna pay Goku."
Goku was confused. "What do you mean by that, Yamcha?" he asked.
"Last time too many women pulled on his hair and...Let's just say he ended up with a bad hair cut," Piccolo answered. He touched both antennas on his head when nobody was looking.
"Oh, is that why you always wore that baseball cap last year?" Goku asked.
"Yea." Yamcha touched his hair gently. "It took me one whole year to grow back the hair on the bald spots."
"Personally I think you looked better with the bald spots," Vegeta laughed.
"Hey Vegeta, maybe you should go and stop Bulma," Goku suggested.
"Leave me out of this!!" The guys starred at Vegeta. "Ah..." Vegeta composed himself. "You go and stop your out of control mate, Kakarot. Mine is better at controlling herself, better than yours, so there is no need for me to go and interfere. Let the woman have her fun."
"Are you sure that's wise, Vegeta," Piccolo smirked. "I think Bulma is just as out of control as Chichi is." He directed his head to the left.
"GET OUT OF OUR WAY!!!!!" shouted an enraged Bulma. She was chasing someone dressed as a butterfly along with Chichi. Everyone around the crazy duo, fighting or not, quickly got out of their way whenever they neared them.
"That's quite a voice Bulma has," said Chozu. "Wow! You could hear her over the music and she's at the other end of the room!"
"Vegeta, you were saying?" Piccolo grinned at Vegeta's facial cast.
Bulma and Chichi had now picked up, swung and thrown a man that got in their way.
'Damn the woman for humiliating me,' thought Vegeta. He starred along with everyone else as a table broke the man's fall and the man broke the table. Without saying anything Vegeta got up and left.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!!"
"That's Vegeta for ya." Goku smiled as Bulma was thrown over Vegeta's shoulder. Goku then became serious when he seen Chichi still on the attack. "Well that's one down."
"One? Bulma's more like ten. She's done more damage than twenty people put together," said Yamcha. "And there's still," he gulped, "Chichi. She's even worse!"
"Don't worry about her. You guys just stop the other people and leave Chichi to me." Goku stood up.
"Good luck." Tien patted Goku's shoulder. "If you need any help, the guys and I are near by."
"Speak for yourself, I don't know about you but I've died one to many times already."
"Yamcha's right, Tien. Trying to stop Chichi is worse than a suicide mission." Chozu shuddered. Snow? flew up around? him.
"Guys, come on. I don't think Chichi is that-
"DIE!!!! DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!!"
-bad," finished Goku. He sweat dropped while the other guys' face drained of colour. Chichi had picked up not one but TWO guys and was swinging them wildly by their hair. Yamcha instinctively protected his hair and Piccolo his antennas, the others except Goku were extremely thankful they were bald. "I'm gonna go now. Bye!" Goku used his instant transmission and caught both men before they slammed into two separate walls.
Yamcha groaned. "I think we should go now."
"Do we have to? Fine, lets get this over with." Chozu floated up and noticed Piccolo wasn't moving. "Piccolo aren't you gonna help us?" he asked.
"Not on your lives."
"Why not?" asked Yamcha.
"Because I don't feel like it."
"That's not fair!" Chozu complained. He floated down on the table. Snow? now fell down on him.
"He's just mad because last year everyone was pulling his antennas," said Tien.
Yamcha picked up a hat, put it on and pulled it tightly so that it covered his tied hair. He was dressed as a midnight stalker. His costume was mostly black. He wore a black trench coat with a white undershirt and black pants. He also had black shoes and was carrying a black cane. "Ouch, that must've hurt." He swung his cane pointing it at Piccolo.
"No, it felt relaxing having those people tug on them."
"Sor-ry. Then stay if your scared of loosing your antennas."
"Are you calling me a coward?!!"
Yamcha pulled up his hands, his cane nearly hit Chozu, but Chozu rolled? away. "No. I just meant..."
"Guys forget about it, lets go," said Tien. "Let's not start a fight ourselves."
Piccolo started to walk away. Yamcha and Tien followed example only going their separate ways.
"Al right! I'm ready for action. There is no way anybody can touch me now! Hahaha!" Chozu floated up. "This time I'm ready for anything." He flew away.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Back downstairs... behind one of the Ballroom doors...
"Why does the music have to be so loud?"
"Pan, it's a party."
"Well it doesn't mean that the music has to be so loud."
"It's only loud for us because we are..."
"Saiyans," Pan said proudly.
The girls became quiet.
"You know I could've sworn I heard Chichi screaming over there." Bra pointed her thumb to the right.
"Really? I could've also sworn I heard your mother screaming 'Vegeta put me down!' ."
"We must be hearing things," they murmured.
"VEGETA!! I SAID PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!"
They stared as Vegeta passed by, carrying a screaming Bulma. "Or maybe not."
"Bra, now I know where you get the need to scream from. As they say, 'like mother like daughter'." Pan giggled.
"Whatever." Bra's mind noted everything that was happening inside the ballroom. "Holy cow! Look at this mess and all the fights. I am so-ooo glad I left before all this started."
"Same here. And this happened when? We were gone for only thirty minutes."
"I bet it only took about five for everyone to panic."
"And everything probably started because of my grams and your mom."
"Yeah, but I wonder why? Mom made sure Master Roshi wasn't invited, so it couldn't have been his doing."
"Well I don't know, but I'd hate to be person who has to clean this mess when it's done."
"The servo bots will clean it up. But then again, if mom, which she likely will be, is still ballistic when everyone's gone," Bra sulked, "she'll make us do it."
"Why must you say such things? Are you trying to get my spirits down?"
"It's possible, so I'm just warning you ahead of time."
"You didn't have to. If Bulma doesn't get us then grams will. She is a freak when it comes to cleaning, she'll make us scrub top to bottom till it's spotless and then some."
"Now who's trying to dampen who's spirit?"
Pan smiled. "I was just warning you."
"Cute." Bra pinched Pan's cheeks. "We should we find Marron. She can tell us what we missed."
"If she didn't leave. I'll be surprised though if she's still here." Pan stared at all the people, mostly males, who were stuck through the doors of the ballroom trying to escape.
"And if Goten and Ubuu are still here too."
"Can't forget about Trunks."
"Uh huh. They all should be long gone."
"Should be. But I can feel Marron, Ubuu and uncle." Both of Pan's brows raised as she concentrated on searching for one last person. "Trunks isn't here."
Bra focused on her brothers ki. "He left? I guess that makes him the only smart enough to save himself."
"Well I'd like to follow in his example and save myself too." Pan spun around.
"Oh no you don't! You can save yourself after. We're only gonna talk to Marron!"
"And to do that we have to find her!"
"Uh huh. Your point?"
"We have to fight our way through the crowd!! And...and..."
Bra nodded slowly. "Your point?"
"We'll be trampled on, stamped on." Pan took a step back and grabbed the door handles. Bra pushed the doors so she couldn't open them. "They'll crush us, kill us!!" screamed Pan desperately trying to pull the doors." Bra was a lot stronger than she seemed.
"Pan, listen to yourself! All we're gonna do is find Marron, have a quick chat with her and hopefully get her to come with us," Bra paused, "to safety. Does that sound so bad?"
Pan released the handles, Bra removed her hands from holding the doors in place. "You know, I think you're righ-Aaahhh!!!"
"Pan!!" Bra yanked her back after nearly dropping. Pan had pushed Bra aside and struggled to open the doors, again.
"I don't wanna die!!" cried Pan as Bra dragged her away from the doors, from her last chance at freedom. "Br-aaaaa!!!!!! BRA!!! Please!!!! Ple-eeease Br-aaaaa!!!" she begged.
Bra had enough of Pan's childish behaviour.
Slap!
Pan rubbed her cheek. "I didn't know you had it in you."
"Neither did I."
Pan recovered quickly. Strangely she wasn't angry at all. She bent down, a tearing noise was heard. "Well let's go already!! Come on!!!" she shouted full of energy.
Bra sniffed. "Your...beautiful...dress-" Bra touched the sides of Pan's dress where Pan had made two slits that stopped at mid thigh. "-looks so cool!!!" She squealed in delight.
One minute arguing, the next minute crying and the next jumping with joy. These girls were so...
"I know! And it'll be so easy to run around." Pan started to run, lifting her knees as high as she could so that Bra could see how easy it was to run in her dress now.
Yes they were strange ones, these teens. They were indeed.
"Yea-what do you mean run around?" Bra blinked.
"We, my blue haired friend, are gonna stop the fighting!"
"What?! Oh no. I just wanted to find Marron and then lea..." Pan pulled Bra's hand
"Come on Bra, it'll be fun!" Pan dragged Bra into a part of the crowd.
"Wait! Pan think about..."
"OUTTA THE WAY!!!!" Pan screamed in the crowd. Everyone obeyed.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"The horror, the horror. Someone please make the snacks come back!"
Smack!
"Hey! Why'd you do that for Marron?" Goten rubbed his cheek.
"Make them stop, make them stop! Oh please Dende, make them stop!"
Smack!
"Not you too Ubuu! Get a hold of yourself!"
"Sorry Marron."
Now do you want to get out of here alive or not?!" shouted Marron.
"Yes," both said quietly.
"Then we have to stop the fighting!"
"But..."
"No buts!" Marron grabbed Goten's arm. "You go and stop those people over there." She then grabbed Ubuu's arm. "And you go and stop those people there."
"Please reconsider something else Marron!" Ubuu cried. "We'll be ripped to shreds!"
"Are you telling me that you'd rather chicken out and hide?"
"Yes." Goten and Ubuu eagerly nodded. They're heads bobbed up and down and they kept doing that till Marron had to...
Smack!
"Ouch!"
...hit them again.
"Cowards." She let go of their arms.
"Thank you," the guys said relieved. They again massaged the top of their heads. They also made a mental note to find and wear impenetrable hats whenever they were near Marron. She may have looked sweet and fragile but she was strong. She was VERY strong.
"Your still doing it!" She pushed them forward and into the crowd. Two ear-splitting screams could be heard in different directions. "They scream like girls," she laughed.
"Who's they?"
"Ah! Pan! Bra!"
"What?!!" Bra dove under the nearest table.
Pan picked up the table high enough to see her alarmed friend. She sighed. "Bra, she only screamed our names because she's happy to see us." Bra got up. "Right?" Pan asked Marron.
"Uh huh. But I can't blame you Bra, you have no idea how many times I dove under that very same table because Ubuu and Goten shouted my name."
Bra looked around. "Where is Goten and Ubuu?"
"Are they the ones who you said scream like girls?" asked Pan.
"Yep. They were scared because I told them to stop the fighting, so I pushed them into two parts of that crowd." Marron pointed to the divided crowds, the ones the guys were trapped in. "If you pay close attention you can still hear them."
The girls strained their ears.
"HELP!!" one cry was heard over a bunch of muffled voices.
"That's Ubuu," said Pan.
"DENDE SAVE ME!!!!!!"
"And that's Goten for ya," said Bra. She stared in Goten's direction. "You guys, did you hear Goten scream my name just now?"
"No," said Pan and Marron.
"I'm probably just hearing things."
:::::::::::::::::::::::Elsewhere in the Ballroom...
"BRA!!!!!HELP ME!!!!"
"GOTEN WHERE ARE YOU?!!!"
"BRA?!!" shouted a petrified Goten.
"GOTEN!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!"
Goten crawled on the floor towards the sound of his voice. Many people were running around. "Ouch!!!" He shook his hands trying to rid the pain from his throbbing fingers.
"HELP ME!!!!" Goten, with renewed determination, searched for the voice who called for him.
"Oh, it's just you," he sulked.
"Oh, it's just me. Gee thanks my friend, I'm glad to see you too," came the reply from the voice.
Many screaming voices could be heard. The screams mingled almost sounding one. You could say the screams were one long wailing cry.
Goten's mouth slowly dropped and his eyes bulged. He finally noticed the many women in front of him when he looked up. Once he noticed 'RUN' came to his mind. He almost did till one single deep voice stopped him.
"GOTEN!!! If you leave me I'll kill you once I'm free."
Goten looked up more almost crying. "But..." There were so many screeching women piled on top of each other in front of him. "Get yourself out!!" He attempted to crawl away. A hand grabbed Goten's leg and he screamed.
"UBUU LET ME GO!!!"
"GET ME OUTTA HERE FIRST!!!" Ubuu was trapped under the many women. Only his head and arms could be seen.
"HELP ME!!!!" screamed Goten. More women toppled over Ubuu and it alarmed Goten even more. Never in his life had he seen so many women, and on top of each other too!
"HELP YOU?!! I'M THE ONE TRAPPED UNDER ALL THESE ELEPHANTS!!!!" screamed Ubuu. He was being squashed more and more with each new lady who decided to jump on board.
"Oh no," Goten whispered. He closed his eyes and covered his head. Ubuu could barely hear his last cry, "Mommy."
"Oh shoot!" shouted Ubuu. "Goten?! GOTEN CAN YOU HEAR ME?!!!"
Too many women had joined the heap. Half the women covering Ubuu had rolled onto Goten. Unlike Ubuu, who was lucky enough to have his head and arms free, Goten couldn't even be seen! His entire body, head to toe was trapped underneath.
"HEY!!!! GET OFF HIM!!" shouted Ubuu. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere else in this messed up Ballroom...
"Okay, I can do this."
"GET HIM!!"
Yamcha ran.
"THEY FOUND ME!!!" Yamcha ran away from the teenage girls that happened to be after his 'head'.
"Got him!!" screamed a girl wearing an Amazon costume. She had jumped out of nowhere, grabbed his hat and threw it like a frisbee. She then blocked Yamcha from escaping by holding onto hi...
"LET GO!!!" He desperately tried to remove the Amazon's hands from his hair. But she just tugged and tugged and tugged some more.
Yamcha finally removed the girl's claws only to be faced by a gang of girls. The girl, that found him first, ran and stood beside her friends. They were the same eight girls that practically stripped him of his clothes when he had stopped them from beating on a couple of guys. Boy did he make the mistake of messing with them. These were the kind of girls that worked with their hands, if you know what I mean.
The girls opened their mouths. Their tongues flicked up and down. They were screaming.
To Yamcha it sounded like some kind of battle cry. "Shalalalalalala!!!!!!!"
Yes, 'all' the girls were dressed as Amazons. It frightened the poor warrior even more when the girls started to shake their bodies, jump up and down and worst of all...pull on their own hair. Just his luck, they happened to be the type of girls that loved to...pull hair. Their own too!
They looked like hungry wolves pursuing their prey and poor Yamcha just stood there stiff, like a deer caught in a trap. He thought for a few seconds as they neared him, slowly.
'If these crazed girls pull their own hair,' he stared at them as they pulled some more and walked towards him, 'think of what they'll do to yours!' Without another thought Yamcha ran. Ran for his life, ran for his hair.
"GET HIM!!" They chased after the shredded midnight stalker.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
:::::::::::::::::::::::The more quiet part of the Ballroom...
'I wonder if Tien and the others are having any luck.' Chozu floated over a not so aggressive crowd and then to an abandoned section of the ballroom. "Whoa!!!"
Chozu almost slammed into a wall because something hit him, a black hat. Luckily, for him, his costume helped him bounce off the wall. How a hat got thrown up so high...Chozu didn't know. But he thought the hat looked awfully similar to Yamcha's.
His costume was in the shape of a bubble. You could say it looked like a life sized snow dome, except it was fully round, kind of like a 'ball'. The fake snow that laid at the bottom of the bubble made it look more like a snow dome. The costume looked absolutely adorable on him. The only problem was that he had to run, making the ball roll, and try and keep himself from spinning out of control, otherwise he'd twirl inside.
He felt pretty confident that his costume would protect him from anyone and everyone's hands. No one could touch him or so he thought.
'So far, I haven't been thrown around. I knew this costume would protect me!' Chozu looked down. 'Nobody is over here. At least I don't see anybody, I guess this area is safe.' He floated down on the ground.
Safe.... He should've know better. No-ooo where in this ballroom was...safe. Going down was a mistake that could cost Chozu his, oh so, delicate stomach. Shame.
The floor started to shake. He wobble up and down, the fake snow fluttered around him.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!"
Chozu looked up. 'Am I seeing things?' He wiped his eyes. His pupils dilated. "Yamcha!! STOP!!" The thumping of a herd mixed with the music still? playing was so loud Yamcha didn't hear the little man in the life sized dome. Chozu tried, oh how he tried to roll away.
What Chozu didn't realise was that he was rolling forward instead of to the side and out of the way. He was still in danger. Great danger.
:::::::::::::::::::::::: Another part of the Ballroom...
"I'm coming!!!"
"What's gotten into Bra?" asked Pan. "Is she crazy? She just ran into the crowd."
Marron's eyes found what Bra was starring at before she ran. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped the more she looked up. "Pan no time for questions, just listen to me O.K. Run!" She started to follow Bra's path when Pan stopped her.
"What?! Why?"
"No time!" Marron grabbed Pan and pulled her into the crowd with her. "We've got to save them!"
"What?!! Who?!!!
::::::::::::::::::::::::The so called quiet part of the Ballroom...
Yamcha turned around for a quick peak. The girls were somehow gaining on him. 'I've got to get away!' He ran faster.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!!"
"YOUR'RE MINE!!" One girl jumped trying to catch him. But the midnight stalker leaped up. The girl tumbled, knocking down four of her friends.
'That's five down. Three to go.'
One girl extended her arm reaching for Yamcha. "GOT HIM!!" He glanced back, jumping up at the same time.
Yamcha faced forward again and almost slipped? He had landed on something. "Whoa!!!" He landed on a...ball? He ran, with the ball under him, trying to balance himself, arms out.
"Shalalalalalala!!!!"
Three girls still advanced. Yamcha struggled to not fall. It was hard, very hard. Trying to keep steady on a huge ball at the same time being chased by deranged girls was harder than it looked. If you could see him...It looked like a circus act!
"No-ooooooooooo!!!!! Ya-aaaaaamch-aaaaaa!!!!"
Yamcha, still above the ball, glanced back again. He thought he heard someone, familiar. 'Nah!' he thought. 'Probably the howling girls.' He was about to jump off his ride when the shaky voice returned.
"St-oooop!!!!!"
This time, Yamcha knew it wasn't the girl's howling. "Chozu?!!" He looked around, almost loosing his balance.
"I-IIIIII'mmm....Un-deeeeeeeeerrrrrr!!!!" Chozu twirled and twirled and twirled. He looked like a mouse rolling inside his cage. The only difference was that he was out of control.
One Amazon was right behind the guys. She lifted her foot...
Immediately, Yamcha, "Aaaahh!" fell off.
"NO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" screamed Chozu.
Yamcha landed on his butt and watched, with an open mouth. 'Oops. I did it again.'
The girl had aimed for Yamcha but ended up kicking Chozu up, up and away.
The three remaining girls and Yamcha forgot about each other. They just watched the ball reach it's destination. It hit something! But what?
:::::::::::::::::::::::Ballroom...Who knows where...
"HE-EEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!" Ubuu shouted. His body was still trapped. His hands were now stuck under the second pile, the pile of women crushing poor Goten. Ubuu tried to pull Goten's foot, the one he was still holding, but there was no point. He couldn't even move. His head was 'now' the only thing free.
"UBUU WATCH OUT!!!"
"Bra?" Ubuu craned his head and seen Bra pointing her finger up. 'What's that? A ball?' he thought.
The ball, that was moving with great speed, crashed into the pile of women on top of Goten. Ubuu felt the ground shake. "Oh no."
The impact of the hit caused 'some' of the women, above Goten, to fall off. They fell on top of...
"WHY-YYYYYY!!!" was the last thing out of Ubuu's mouth before he too was fully covered and trapped of women.
:::::::::::::::::::::::Somewhere outside...
'I can't believe I thought...' Trunks put his thoughts on hold as someone approached him. 'Is that who I think?'
"Hey sonny! Which way to that Ballroom Bulma's been bragging about?"
"You were invited?"
"Hehe, just thought I'd stop by and say hi."
"Okay." Trunks took a good look at the old man's costume before answering. "That way." He directed the man to the Ballrooms' back doors.
"Thanks!" the old man walked away.
'Why bother even coming now, the party's almost over.' Trunks looked at his watch. 'It's almost midnight.'
Trunks once again was lost in his thoughts. He'd been outside ever since...
'I hope Panny isn't mad,' he fiddled with an object in his hands, 'Maybe it was a bad idea to take this.'
Trunks stood up for awhile before deciding he should sit down. There was nowhere to sit but on the ground. He took out his sword, so that it didn't poke him, and sat down on a patch of grass. Moments passed as he carefully eyed the object in his hands.
'How could I be so stupid? I should've sensed her, known it was Pan,' he sulked. He honestly though that Pan was the one, his angel. 'But, now that I think about it, Pan's costume must've been a sign! That's it, a sign!'
He carefully placed Pan's 'stolen' wings down. The wings had gave him some kind of comfort, even if it was fake and not 'hers'. Not that he'd want to rip off his angel's wings.
'What am I saying? Sign? Great, now I'm starting to sound like Bra. This has gone too far. This obsession has got the better of me. Dreams aren't real. She isn't real. That's why I was-I'm not making sense!'
"I'm talking to myself,' he shook his head, "I'm crazy! Look what you've done to me!" he shouted to the sky. "How much longer do I have to wait?!!"
Trunks, picking up his sword, got up. He walked in circles, every now and then glancing at the white object still resting comfortably on the ground. He came in front of it.
"She sure fooled me.' He bent down. ' If I didn't know you,' he spoke picking up the wings, 'maybe I would've convinced myself you were her, Pan.'
The wind blew, causing some of the feathers to fly away and behind Trunks. He turned to the directions the feathers flew. He gradually became confused.
'Why do I feel like throwing somebody all of a sudden?' He blinked and touched his head. It felt as if someone was patting it. Trunks didn't like the feeling one bit. He wanted to throw someone but who? Things just kept on becoming stranger and stranger. Many times that night he felt...One time he tripped, the other he was panicky and now he was angry.
He felt a familiar ki rise 'dangerously'.
"Pan?"
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Was this not what you expected? I know in the last chapter I made it seem like Trunks was going to end up with his angel...But did ya really think I was going to make it that easy for him? Ha! Still a long (I think) way to go till his dreams come true.
Some of the costumes have been revealed but what about the rest? What about the other Z warriors, will they stop the fights or fall victim to the wom-eh...crowd? Who'll save Goten and Ubuu from suffocating? Will this madness end? What did Master Roshi do at last years party???...Has Trunks lost his mind? Where is Trunks?
Too many questions with too many answers. All asked shall be answered in the next chapter.
In the Next Chapter: So it's still Halloween. No explanation needed.
Now, where's the rest you ask? It'll be in the next chapter. Don't worry, that'll be up as soon as I'm free of projects. And the romance will come soon. Don't hate me, there will be romance.
*My Thanks to Everyone*
Thanks for all those lovely reviews. It's people like you that motivate me to write. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and got at least one laugh. If you didn't, maybe I should skip the whole comedy/romance thing and just make it sappy. If you did laugh, well then I'll try and make the next chapter even funnier. Again, thanks everyone!
Oh and please review.
SiNcerely Yours,
SiN