Author's note: Okay, this is a G/B fic. All you people who don't like Goten/Bra, please don't read! In this story, Bra is 16, Goten is 24 and Trunks is 25.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Akira Toriyama does and etc.
Bra stomped into the living room. "This ISN'T fair!" she cried and slumped down on the couch beside Trunks.
Trunks, who was busy watching TV and stuffing his face with food, didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, the front door slammed and Goten walked in the living room. "This ISN'T fair!" he groaned and also slumped down on the couch.
Trunks stopped, he glanced around. Beside him on the right, was his best friend, with his head down and a sad face. Beside him on the left, was his sister, with her head down and a sad face. Trunks sighed, why couldn't I have some peace and quiet on Saturday when I don't have to work? "Okay fine, what's wrong with you two?" Trunks demanded.
Two heads both lift at the same time and yelled. "I DON'T HAVE A DATE FOR THE BIG DANCE!" Then Goten and Bra glared at each other. "DON'T COPY ME!" They yelled at the same time and put their head down again.
A big sweat drop appeared at the back of Trunks' head. "Um, why don't you just go with each other?" he suggested.
"WHAT?" Two pairs of eyes stared at Trunks in disbelief.
"You both don't have a date so why don't you just go with each other?" Trunks said quietly then he yelled. "AND LET ME HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET ON MY DAY OFF!"
"Oh that's gross!" Bra said, "Going with my brother's best friend?"
"That's going to make me look like a big loser!" Goten complained. "Going to the dance with my brother's little sister."
"Shut up Goten, you are a big loser already!" Bra threw a cushion at Goten. "And how did you know that going to the dance with me is going make you look like a loser?" she smirked. "Going to the dance by YOURSELF is even worse!"
Goten looked thoughtful for a minute. "I guess you are right," he said finally and jumped up from the couch. "Come on Bra!"
"What?"
"We need to go to the dance!"
"We are? Wait! I need to change!" Bra started running towards her room but Goten caught her arm.
"We don't have time!" he yelled. "Come on!" He started pulling her towards the door. "You look just fine!"
"I have to change! I can't wear a 'just fine' dress to that dance!" Bra struggled out of Goten's grasp. "Just wait for 3 minutes okay?"
Goten rolled his eyes. "Fine Bra, you don't look fine, you look like a goddess. Now can we please go?"
Bra smiled. "Okay fine. Let's go!" She walked to the front door and stopped. "Well?"
Bra turned red. "A REAL GENTLEMAN ALWAYS OPENS THE DOOR FOR A LADY!" She yelled. "YOU IDIOT!"
"Oh right," Goten grabbed the doorknob and pulled open the front door. "Go,"
"That's better," Bra eyes Goten suspiciously. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Um, nothing! Just don't want to be late for the dance!" Goten stammered. "I have to arrived earlier than Pares and her new boyfriend so I can make her jealous!" he added silently to himself.
"Come on then," Bra yanked Goten and slammed the door behind them. "Let's GO!" To herself, she also added silently. "I have to make Ubuu sorry that he dumped me, the Saiyan Princess!"
Trunks heard the door slammed. "Whew," he said to himself. "Finally I can have some
peace!"