Here is a brief summary of the last chapter because some people had found it a bit confusing. Here's what happened; Chelsea Rich dyed her hair blue-green just like Bra's because it would help her with her big plan to sabotage Bra's party. Then she went to the mall and bumped into Goten. Goten thought that she was Bra and asked her to be his date for the party. Chelsea, pretending that she's Bra said yes, but she had also developed a big crush on Goten herself and decided to steal him from Bra. Meanwhile, Bra and Pan are in the mall trying to find a RIGHT dress to wear for the party. They bumped into Marron there and she showed them a dress she brought and they went off together. Does that help clear things up? Well, I guess I'll stop my ramblings now and let you read the next chapter.
Chapter 13: An Hour Before the Party:
3:00 PM, Satan Hotel:
I hope nobody is there, Chelsea thought as she
walked into Satan Hotel, the place where Bra's party is going to be held. It
was three, too early for any of Bra's guests to arrive but you never know. Stop
worrying! She told herself; if anybody saw you, just tell him or her
that you're Bra! If you can fool her boyfriend, you can fool anyone.
Chelsea pushed open the heavy doors and entered after
glancing around to make sure that nobody had seen her. Wow, the little bitch
really went all out! Too bad this party is going to end up in a disaster!
Her gaze landed on the buffet table. Here we go.
She reached into her purse and took out a capsule. Chelsea doesn't usually use capsules because that would mean contributing more money to the Briefs but she had to admit, capsules are really useful, especially at a time like this. She threw the capsule to the ground and instantly a box appeared. Chelsea opened the box and pulled out a few bottles of vodka.
Quietly, she dumped all the vodka into the big bowl of
fruit punch sitting at the edge of the buffet table. Then she took out a big
bottle of hot sauce and dozed all the food with it. Chelsea grinned, after
eating all these hot food, they are bound to be thirsty! The only drink here is
that fruit punch, and it has lots of vodka mixed with it. Pretty soon, Bra and
her little friends will be so drunk; they won't know what they are doing!
And that's when I come in again…
Suddenly, Chelsea heard some footsteps heading her way. Uh-oh,
time to go! She shrank the empty bottles into a capsule and popped the
capsule back into her purse. Then, she snuck out the room in the same quiet way
she snuck in.
3:45 PM, Marron's apartment:
Marron pulled out the elastic bands that were holding her
pigtails in place and let her blond hair fall loosely around her face. Next,
she carefully applied some mascara, dubbed on some eye shadow, and added a
touch of lip-gloss. She slowly stepped into that gorgeous white dress she
brought for Bra's party and turned to admire her creation in the mirror.
No bad, she thought in satisfaction. No bad at all.
The dress had thin spaghetti straps and reached to her knees. It was not very
showy yet it still made Marron looked very sexy.
Marron glanced down at her watch. It said 3:50 PM. Bra
should be here any minute now, she told herself as she reached for her
purse. Just when she was about to walk out of the door, the phone rang.
Marron sighed and kicked off her high heels. She ran
across the kitchen and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" she said impatiently in the
speaker. She has, after all, a major party to attend.
"Hey Marron," Bra's voice rang out through the receiver.
"Listen, I'm SO sorry but I have some last minute things to pick up for the
party so I can't pick you up. Don't worry about it though 'cause I called Ubuu
and the guy said he'd be HAPPY to pick you up. He'll probably be there in,
like, five minutes okay? Bye!"
"But Bra," Marron began but stopped when she realized that
Bra had already hung up. Damn, she thought, I should have told her
that I could have walked to that hotel place. Oh well, I guess I'll just have
to hitch a ride with Ubuu.
She replaced the phone into its cradle and put on her high
heels again. After checking that all the taps are turned off, all the windows
are closed, Marron opened the door to her little apartment.
TIME TO PAR-TAY!
3:54PM, Pan's house:
"I'm coming!" Pan yelled when she heard the doorbell rang.
She did a last minute check on her hair then raced to answer the door. She
opened the door and smelt her boyfriend's familiar cologne. "Hi Trunks…" her
voice trailed off as she noticed that something peculiar had happened to
Trunks.
It was the colour of his hair! It wasn't its normal light
lavender colour, instead, it's in this really, really dark purple. It made his
head looked like a piece of grape-flavoured Juicy Fruit gum.
Pan gaped. "What the hell happened to your hair?"
"It's all Goten's fault," he replied grimly and proceeded
to tell her the whole story. Turns out that after trying for the zillionth time
to wash out the pink dye in Trunks' hair, they finally gave up. Goten suggested
that they use purple hair dye and dye Trunks' hair back to its normal colour.
Trunks went along with the idea because it seemed like a good one at the time.
The purple dye didn't work out as well as he expected. It turned Trunks' hair
into that dark, ugly shade of purple.
Pan stiffed a snicker when Trunks finished his story.
Trunks cast her an evil look. "You wouldn't be laughing if your hair turned
pink than dark purple."
"Yeah, I guess." Pan nodded but she burst out into
laughter. "You look…um, really unique."
Trunks smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment." He held
out his hand.
Pan faked a pout and crossed her arms. "Don't you like my
dress?" she asked innocently. She felt his gaze travelling up and down her
body. It made her blush. "Well?"
He was silent.
"Hell-o? Earth to Trunks?" Pan waved her hand in his face.
Trunks put a hand on his forehead and swooned. "Oh Pan, my
angel, you took my breath away!" he said in a fake French accent. Pan laughed
and punched him on the shoulder playfully.
"I'm glad you like it."
"Like it? Non, mademoiselle. I love it." He leaned down
and kissed her lightly on the lips. "We should really be on our way, huh?" he
said as he pulled back.
Pan nodded, her mind is still reeling from the kiss. "Race
you!" she yelled as she leaped into the air and started flying towards the
hotel where Bra's holding her party.
"No fair!" she heard Trunks whine behind her. "You got a
head start!"
4:00PM, Bra's house:
Bra paced around nervously. She doesn't normal pace when
she was nervous but today was a special occasion. She wasn't nervous about Ubuu
and Marron, she was nervous about Chelsea. Bra knew that Chelsea was going to
do something bad at her party. That's SO typical Chelsea behaviour but the
question is: what's she going to do?
She crashes the party with a few of her friends? That's
nothing but Chelsea is smart. She's not going to do something so simple. Bra
gritted her teeth in anger then sighed. Oh well, whatever she's doing, it
can't be THAT bad. Can it? At least I hope not.
Stop worrying about Chelsea for a second, she
ordered herself. Look at you, you are an utter mess! You are not even
dressed for the party and it's four already! Hell-o? Your party needs you!
Bra stood up and pulled herself together. She carefully
applied some make-up and put her hair up in an elegant French twist. She opened
her wardrobe and grabbed a dress without thinking. It was the black Chinese
style dress. Bra shrugged and slipped it on, she checked her image in the
mirror. Oh, good enough.
Ding-dong!
Bra groaned. Who can that be? She thought in
frustration. Do I look like I have time for some stupid salesman who is
trying to sell some pathetic products? She marched over to the door and
threw it open. "We are not interested in buying ANYTHING!" she yelled. Her eyes
widened as she realized that it was Goten standing in front of her door.
"GOTEN?"
He looked VERY good in that black suit and he was holding
a single red rose. Bra felt her heart in her throat. What is he doing here?
After all, he didn't return any of my calls.
"Are you ready Bra?" he asked.
She blinked. "What?"
"I asked if you are ready to go." He repeated patiently.
"Go where?"
"To your party."
"With YOU?"
He looked surprised. "Yeah, you are my date." He grinned
and held out the rose. "This is for you."
I must be having hearing problems, thought
Bra. Did he just say that I'm HIS date? Her face turned beet red. Hey,
no prob. I have no idea where he got that idea but…I'll go along with him.
She smiled at him and took the rose. "Thanks, Goten."
He blushed. "Your welcome." He extended his arm to her.
"Shall we go now?"
4:10, in the Satan Hotel elevator:
Marron felt the elevator shake. An alarm went off in her head. Oh dear Dende, please don't let anything…bad happen to the elevator! She glanced around in fear. "Um, Ubuu?" she asked meekly. "What's wrong with the elevator?"
"It's stuck or something," he replied. He sensed her distress and comforted her. "It's okay, it's going to be working again soon."
Marron let out a nervous giggle. "I hope so. I'm really
scared of being in really small spaces."
Ubuu walked over to her and slipped his arm around her in
a protective way. She let him keep his arm there because it made her feel safe.
"I'm sorry," she blushed. "You must think that it's really stupid to be scared
of something like that huh?"
She had expected him to say yes but he didn't. Instead, he
smiled at her and said. "It's totally understandable."
Marron stared into his dark eyes and she felt something
stir up inside of her. I had never expected Ubuu to be so…nice, she
thought. He'd been a real sweetie tonight and how come I never noticed that
he was really cute before?
Author's note: In case you don't know, VODKA is a
colourless alcoholic liquid. Anyway, hope you liked that. Review please,
thanks! I know this is suppose to be a diary entry chapter but oh well… ^_~