Chelsea Rich ran a hand through her newly dyed hair.
Greenish blue is SO not my hair colour, she thought in disgust. Now I look like a total geek, a complete nerd, and worst of all… Bra Briefs. Yeah, that's true but looking like that little bitch helps you to accomplish your big plan. A little voice reminded her inside her head.
I guess so, Chelsea felt a big grin crawling up her
lips. I'm SO going to teacher Bra a lesson that she will never forget. Now
all I need are some ugly gothic clothes and a bit cheap make up. Then I'll
REALLY look like Bra.
"Ms. Rich?" she heard her personal hairstylist asked nervously. "Do you like it?"
Chelsea
nodded and stood up from the overstuffed chair she was sitting in. "I have to
get going now," she reached into her wallet and mindlessly grabbed a couple of
hundred dollars bills. "Here you go," she threw the money to the floor.
Ah, I love watching those idiots scrambling for those
little pieces of paper.
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Goten sighed wearily. I had been walking around this
stupid mall for hours and so far, what did I buy? Nothing. I'm SO dead. What is
even worse is that my feet are killing me. I can't believe that shopping can be
even more tiring than training in 400 times gravity.
His goal was to buy a semi formal type of outfit
for Bra's big party, which is tomorrow. Frankly, he doesn't see anything wrong
in an old t-shirt and a pair of half ripped jeans but he also knew that Bra
likes guys who doesn't mind dressing up a bit.
Maybe I should just borrow an old suit from my brother.
Suddenly, a glimpse of a blue-green haired girl caught his eyes. It was Bra! I have go talk to her! I tried to call her yesterday but the line was busy. Goten pushed through the floods of people around him. "Excuse me, excuse me please." He mumbled softly. Shit, she's going away!
"Bra!" he yelled. "Hey Bra!"
Bra didn't even turn around. She probably didn't hear me, Goten thought and yelled louder. "Hey Bra! Wait up!" Finally he managed to push through crowds around him and grabbed her arm.
"Let go of me!" Bra screamed and tried to pull her arm away from him.
Oh, I guess she's mad about yesterday. "Bra, I'm sorry but I did call you back, your line was busy though."
She stared back at him with a blank face. "Huh?"
Okay, something' seriously wrong. "Um, Bra, you called me yesterday. Remember me? Goten?"
"What Goten?" then her eyes twinkled. "Oh Goten!" she yelled and threw her arms around him. "I'm sorry, honey. I was just spaced out about my party." She held up a shopping bag. "See I even brought a new dress for it."
Wow, she just hugged me and called me 'honey'? What the heck is going on here? Goten felt himself turning very red. "Um, Bra can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," she said with a big smile.
"Can you be my date? I mean for your party?" He looked at
her anxiously. What if she says no?
"You know you didn't have to ask, Goten." Bra
replied. "You know that I'll say yes." She wrapped her arms around him again
and kissed his cheek. "But I gotta go now, okay? Got an appointment with my
dentist."
Goten stood there and watched her disappear into the crowds.
He touched the spot on his face where her lips had made contact with his skin. What
the heck just happened? First she acts like she doesn't know me, then she kiss
me and hugs me and calls me 'honey'. What's even stranger is that Bra was
wearing a white blouse and a long black skirt with her hair in a bun. That's SO
not Bra.
Goten quickly erased all his doubts. Nah, that's Bra. I
know that's her, she probably was just trying a new style like what girls always
do. WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS THAT SHE KISSED ME (So what if it's only on the
cheek?)!
All of a sudden, he felt surprising light. His feet are not exhausted anymore and Goten practically skipped into the next store.
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"Let go of me!" Chelsea yelled as she felt somebody grabbed her arm. She whipped her head around and saw an incredibly cute guy standing behind her, his hand on her arm. Oh, she swallowed and eyed him carefully from head to toe.
He looked about 2o or 21. He's tall and very muscular and has a very cute grin. She frowned as she saw the sloppy green sweatshirt and wrinkled jeans he had on. The guy definitely needs some fashion pointers but then again, most guys do. She smiled again, time to flirt and make him like me!
Before she could say anything, he spoke. "Bra,
I'm sorry but I did call you back, your line was busy though."
She stared at him blankly. What the hell is he talking
about?
"Um, Bra, you called me yesterday. Remember me? Goten?"
"What Goten?" she blurted out before thinking. Okay, the
guy said Bra called him yesterday. Is he talking about Bra Briefs? He's Bra's
boyfriend?
She felt disappointment hit her like a slap on the face. Why
does he thinks I'm Bra? Oh right, my new hair dye. The only reason he's talking
to me is because he thinks I'm Bra. Gee, this is just great. A light bulb
suddenly lit up in her head. Hmm, it shouldn't be too hard to steal him from
Bra. That little nerd doesn't deserve such an incredible guy.
Chelsea felt his gaze on her, waiting for her to say something.
For now, I'll make him believe that I'm Bra. "Oh Goten!" she forced herself to sound all excited and perky. She threw her arms around him and gave him a squeeze. "I'm sorry, honey. I was just spaced out about my party."
He blushed deeply. Oh he looked adorable when he blushed.
Chelsea held up the shopping bag she was holding. "See I even brought a new dress for it." She fibbed. The bag actually contained the Bra-look-alike gothic outfit she was going to wear tomorrow at Bra's party but he doesn't have to know that does he?
He grinned and asked her if he could ask her a question.
Chelsea flashed him a big smile. "Shoot."
"Can you be my date? I mean for your party?" he asked
gallantly. She winced inside. What in the world did he see in Bra? Never
mind, she reassured herself. He's going to be mine as soon as I show him
how great Chelsea Rich is.
Meanwhile, she had to go along with the act.
"You know you didn't have to ask, Goten." Chelsea replied. "You know that I'll
say yes. But I gotta go now, okay? Got an appointment with my dentist." He
looked so cute standing there that she couldn't help but gave him another big
hug and a peck on his cheek.
Look out Goten! You will forget who Bra Briefs is the
minute you meet Chelsea Rich!
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Pan groaned. "Bra, you know that I hate shopping."
Bra glared at her best friend and crossed her arms. "You have to have something nice so you can impress Trunks, right?"
Pan gnawed on her bottom lip. Oh the things I have to go through for my love! She thought dryly before being dragged into mall.
Immediately, Bra spotted a dress she liked. "Oh look at that!" Pan rolled her eyes as she listened to her best friend ooh-ed and ah-ed over the light champagne coloured dress on display in one of the clothes store.
This is so boring, Pan pouted. I rather go and spar with uncle or maybe play some video games…oh, look at that! She turned reluctantly towards a white dress that caught her eyes over in another store. That is something else. Immediately, an image of her, wearing that white dress and dancing with Trunks under the moonlight, appeared in Pan's mind.
She ran over to the clothes rack, grabbed the dress, and
dashed into a change room. The dress was fitted her like a dream. It was
strapless and clung to all the right places. Pan felt like a princess wearing
the dress.
Oh
la la! This will definitely impress Trunks.
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After the dress was paid for, Pan met up with Bra again. Bra had already a couple of bags in her hands.
"Did you buy that champagne coloured dress you saw at the window?" Pan asked.
Bra nodded. "That, a light blue dress, and a black Chinese style dress."
"Wow, which dress are you going to wear to the party?"
Bra shrugged. "I have no clue, maybe I'll wear all of them." She grinned mischievously. She squinted at something behind Pan. "Hey, isn't that Marron?"
Pan
followed Bra's glance. Yep, there was Marron, carrying in one hand a big
shopping bag and waving to them excitedly with the other.
They scurried over to her.
"You won't believe what I found!" she gushed and held up a short white dress. "What do you think?"
Pan let out a relieved sigh. I thought she was going to take out the same dress that I picked out! "That's great Marron, guys will be drooling all over you!" she responded enthusiastically.
Bra gave her approval too. "That's going to look fabulous on you Marron."
Then the three friends walked off, arm in arm.
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Trunks scrubbed his hair harder. Urgh, this stupid hair
dye just isn't coming off! He gritted his teeth. I'm going to kill
whoever did this.
"Trunks,
phone!" he heard his mother yell.
"Yeah coming," he mumbled and grabbed the phone in his room. "Hello?"
"Hey Trunks!" Goten's familiar voice called out.
Trunks scrubbed his hair again. "Um, I'm kind of busy now. I'll call you back later." He said.
Before he could put the phone back to its cradle, he heard Goten yell something. "Huh, what?"
"I said, IS YOUR HAIR STILL PINK?"
"Yeah it's still…" Trunks' voice trailed off as he heard snickers on the other side. "Goten you asshole! Are you the one who put that pink dye in my shampoo?"
"Uh…no. I'm innocent."
Trunks laughed. "Whatever, listen sorry that I called you an asshole but how the hell do you this dye off of my hair?"
There was a pause. Then Goten asked meekly. "You can't wash it off?"
"Yeah I can't. I had been trying for the last three days!"
"Uh-oh." Trunks heard Goten whisper.
That 'uh-oh' did not sound good. AT ALL. Trunks gulped, "Goten, you better get your big butt over here right now and turn my hair back to its normal colour."
"That's kind of hard to do… erase that. That's going to be REALLY hard to do."
Trunks felt his stomach drop. "Define REALLY."
"Like…practically impossible?"
Author's note: Trunks has pink hair, Marron and Pan have the same colour dress, Chelsea looks like Bra and she's got her eyes on Goten! What will happen next? Well, you will have to wait until the chapter. How 'bout writing me a little review now? Thanks. Flames are welcome too. If you think my fic is a piece of shit, then ahead and tell me that.