Spring Break
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT, don't sue me.
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Trunks and Pan waited on the porch as the Goten and Bura sluggishly made their way to them.
Bra scowled at the two as she opened the door.
"YOU MADE MY MASCARA RUN."
Everyone jumped as she slammed the door, and rattled every window in the house.
"Yeesh, she has the personality of a wet saiyan." Trunk and pan laughed at his joke.
Goten opened the door, "it really wasn't that funny."
He powered up, drying him and closed the door, going to look for Bura.
"Well I thought it was funny," Pan looked at him, still wet.
ACHOO, she sneezed letting him know that she was cold.
Come on Pan, it getting kinda cold, go in and dry off. I'll take you out to dinner seeing that you are the only one in this house that can appreciate a good joke.
With that they both went inside and headed to their rooms.
--------------------------One hour later-------------------------------------------
Pan finished drying her hair, it fell strait, just at her shoulders.
Hmmmm, she wondered to herself, what should I wear. She opened her small suitcase.
"Lets see here...." she bit her lip at her poor selection of clothing.
"I wonder if Bura is still mad at me, well its worth a try."
She walked down the hall to the third door and knocked three times. It was a habit picked up at childhood...kinda like a secret handshake...it always let each other know who was at the door.
"Go away Pan," Bura growled at her through the door.
"Bura come on, I'm sorry for me and Trunks pushing you and Goten in the pool but it was funny."
There was no reply.
"I'll never mess your makeup up again, I promise."
There was still no reply from the girl behind the door.
Pan pushed her face up to the opening of the door.
"I need you help, I don't have anything to wear and me and Trunks are supposed to go out to dinner."
Within seconds Pan fell inside the doorway at her friends feet.
"Well don't just lay there, get up. We have to do your hair and makeup and clothes, and your accessories, we can't forget them."
Bura rushed around the room opening various drawers and closets.
"Its a casual thing, I don't want to be all dressed up." Pan sighed at her friends sudden burst of energy.
What have I gotten myself into?
------------------Meanwhile in Trunk's room--------------------------------------
"Thanks Goten." Trunks combed his hair looking in the mirror at his best friend.
"For what?" Goten asked confusedly.
"For not holding a grudge, I don't know how Pan is going to win Bura back over."
The two guys laughed, it was true when you messed with Bura's makeup, it was hard to get her to even look at you again.
"So who you going out with? It can't be some CEO's daughter, you're not all dressed up," Goten pointed at Trunk's attire which consisted of a black muscle shirt and khaki cargo pants.
"I'm just taking Pan out to dinner, you know nothing special." He looked in the mirror again, only to notice the grin that had appeared on Goten's face.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You are taking Pan out....you and Pan got a date." He danced around the room while saying it, it only made Trunks more annoyed.
"It is not a date." He stated firmly.
"Then what is it." Goten questioned, his smile growing a mile a second.
"It's a.....a.....a friend thing." Trunks was beginning to stutter, it only made the red faced Goten laugh harder.
"Then why wasn't Bura and me invited to go along." He grinned even harder, knowing that Trunks was stumped for an answer.
"I....I...I....oh go away, I'm going to be late."
Trunks rushed down the stairs to wait for Pan.
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Pan descended the stairs, knowing she was late she looked around for Trunks.
She walked aimlessly around the hallway, finally finding him in front of the television watching the traffic report.
Bending over she tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
"Sorry I took so long."
He looked up at her, her black hair fell in soft waves around her face, she wore a red spaghetti strap dress and small heels making the thirteen inch gap between close them to eleven inches.
"Trunks," she shook him again.
"Huh? Oh sorry, I was just thinking about traffic."
She grabbed his arm in an attempt to pull him up, but only fell in his lap.
She blushed, then looked up at him, noticing that his face was also slightly red.
With no notice he scooped her up and carried her out the door, both of them laughing all the way out.
Meanwhile at the top of the stairs.....
Bura grinned.
"Well Bura, I have to say you sure do work wonders."
"It really wasn't anything at all, just a little makeup, a few curlers and a dress to kill." She laughed at her lack of modesty.
"I'm surprised at Trunk's willpower, I could of sworn by the look in his eyes that he was just going to pull her down on top of him."
"Well he did do his share of flirting, carrying her out like that," she sighed, "how come no guy has ever done that to me?"
She looked over only to find that Goten was no longer standing there.
"Ah," she squealed as he picked her up.
"So what's up Bura." He put on his famous goofy Son smile.
"Goten my friend, are you flirting with me?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, for balance of course. (:
"Maybe, do you like it." He leaned in closer to her lips.
"What do you think?" She pulled him to her, locking him a passionate kiss.
He floated down the stairs to the sofa, where the kiss ended.
"So what are we going to do now." She picked her head up off his shoulder where it had rested and looked into his endless black eyes.
"I don't know Bura, all I know is that I want to be with you." He kissed her forehead and turned out the light, they fell asleep in each others arms.
This took me forever to write, I went through so many ideas for this one and ended up here, but really major writer's block. What do you think, does it suck? I really really really need ideas for the next chapter, PLEASE help me out, and keep on reviewing, without your support I would never keep this going.
~*Rayne*~