*Note: Remember that Bra is locked up in the elevator control room all this time. Bra is only mentioned by Pan because she thinks Chelsea is Bra.
Chapter 14: Look out Bra! Here Comes Chelsea!
4:30 PM, elevator control room:
Bra
stared at the complicated panels at the elevator control room. "Uh-oh," she
whispered softly to herself. "Just how do you restart the elevator again?" She
glanced around frantically; trying to find some sort of 'on' button but there
wasn't any.
Shit, she cursed silently. I should have paid more attention when the hotel manager showed me how to operate this thing! Bra bit her nails, now what? The hotel people had all gone home as she had instructed them to and they won't be back until, well, tomorrow morning! Looks like Ubuu will have to blast their way out of that damn elevator or something.
Bra sighed and turned towards the door. I might as well go back to the party and act as the prefect host, she thought as she reached for the doorknob. She tried to turn it but it refused to bulge. "What the…" Bra tried to turn the doorknob again and it still won't bulge.
Panic started rising inside of her. "Hello?" she yelled. This HAS to be some dumb joke. "Can somebody PLEASE let me out?" She pounded on the door. "This isn't funny anymore!"
Finally, Bra gave up and sat down cross-legged on the cold,
hard floor. All that yelling and screaming is killing her throat. She looked
around in hope to find a phone or something. No luck. Bra sighed again and
covered her face with her hands. This sucks…
4:35 PM, just outside the elevator control room:
A sly grin appeared on Chelsea's face as she tossed the keys
to the elevator control room into her purse. "Can somebody PLEASE let me out?"
she heard Bra yell from inside the little room. "This isn't funny anymore!" Ha!
Chelsea laughed silently to herself. Too bad for the little bitch but she's
going have to spend the rest of the night inside that little room.
A hand suddenly touched her shoulder. Chelsea jumped and gave out a little yelp. "Who's there?"
"Gee Bra, "A familiar voice said. "You sure are jumpy lately."
Chelsea whipped her head around and found Goten standing behind her with a big smile on his face. She relaxed instantly and she carefully eyed him over. Wow, she breathed. WOW! This guy looks HOT in that black suit! "Sorry," she responded. "I'm just nervous about the party."
"You don't need to worry," he told her. "Everything is going really well. Everybody is having a great time dancing and stuff."
"Why don't we go dance?" Chelsea suggested and grabbed his hand.
Goten blushed. "Sorry Bra, but I'm not that good of a dancer."
Chelsea laughed. "That's okay, I'll teach you."
4:40 PM, inside the party room:
Trunks frowned at the cup of fruit punch in his hand. "Pan, is it just me or does this punch taste a bit weird?"
Pan
grabbed his cup and took a little sip. "Yeah, kind of but I'm really thirsty
right now so I don't care." She reached over, grabbed a cup of punch for
herself, and drank it all it one gulp. Then she refilled her cup with punch
again.
"Whoa, you're really thirsty!" Trunks grinned.
Pan smacked her lips. "Well, for some weird reason, Bra decided to make all the foods at this party extra hot." She offered a chicken leg to Trunks. "Try it, it will make your tongue feel like it's on fire."
Trunks took the chicken leg and bit into it. Immediately, his face turned red and he reached for the fruit punch. "Oh Dende, is Bra trying to kill us or something?"
"Where's Marron and everybody?" Pan asked, changing the subject. She looked around. "All the people here right now are Bra's friends from school and I don't know any of them."
"Probably still stuck in the elevator," Trunks said and
drank another cupful of the fruit punch. Man, this stuff is pretty good
after you get used to the weird taste.
"I think I'll go look for them okay?" Pan glanced over at Trunks. "Wait for me here."
Trunks nodded and refilled his cup. Mmm, fruit punch.
5:50 PM, inside the elevator:
"Um,
Ubuu?" Marron asked as the elevator started to shake uncontrollably. "What the
heck is going on here?" Fear was squeezing her stomach so hard that she felt
like puking. Before she can think, she was grabbing on to Ubuu and hugging him
close to her.
He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was stroking her hair gently and rubbing her back in a soothing way. It made her feel safe and her fear evaporated. "Thanks," she whispered gratefully into his ear. "I'm sorry about that…I was just really scared."
She heard him chuckle softly. "What's funny?"
Ubuu smiled at her. "You don't have to apologize for anything. It's alright to be scared."
Suddenly, Marron became strangle aware of the fact that their faces were only inches apart. Maybe it was the way Ubuu was looking at her, or maybe it's the fact that she's scared out of her mind and not thinking properly but whatever the reason is, Marron grabbed Ubuu and pressed her lips right on his.
"I'm sorry about that too," she said as she pulled back. "I wasn't thinking."
He stared at her in a dark and intense way. "Like I said before, you don't have to apologize for anything." He said quietly. He traced her cheekbone with his finger and it sent shivers down Marron's spine. "Did anybody ever tell you that you're beautiful?" he asked.
Marron could feel her cheeks turning bright red. "No." Well, Trunks sort-of did. He had told her that she was really pretty while they were dating but there was no point in spoiling this wonderful moment, is there? Besides, real pretty just ISN'T the same as beautiful.
"Well, you are." He lean down and their lips met again.
Marron's heart was pounding furiously inside her chest. She had never felt this way before, not even with Trunks. Is this…love? She wondered. Come on, it can't be! Think logically! You guys are only together for one hour, maximum. This is just a spur-of-a-moment fling. Somehow, her heart refused to listen. Hell with all that logic, she thought as she kissed Ubuu back.
They
broke off their kiss when they realized that they were falling or actually, the
elevator is falling at a rapid speed. Marron screamed and held onto Ubuu's neck
tightly.
"It's okay Marron. I can fly, remember?" she heard him say. "Now let's get the hell out of this place." He formed a power blast in his hand and threw it to the top of the elevator. Marron heard a huge explosion noise. A big hole appeared at the place where the blast had made contact with the elevator.
"Hold on," Ubuu instructed as he slowly flew up to the hole.
6:01 PM, in the hallway:
"There you are!" Chelsea heard a black haired girl yell. Is she talking to me? She wondered and felt a shot of panic crawling up her spine. If she is, then I'm afraid that I have absolutely NO idea who she is. Chill out! She commanded herself, just act cool and everything will be okay.
The girl ran towards her and swung her arm around Chelsea's shoulder in a friendly gesture. Chelsea gulped. Uh-oh, she is talking to me. She turned towards the girl and gave her a big smile. "Hey!"
"What are you doing here, Bra? Shouldn't you be inside being a good host?" the girl asked.
"Puh-lease! Doesn't a girl deserve to have some fun? Being a host can be pretty boring." Chelsea rolled her eyes and tried to sound confident. "Besides," she touched Goten's arm in a flirty way. "I'm trying to teach Goten how to dance."
The girl turned her head and noticed Goten for the first time. "Uncle!" she gasped. "How come you never told me that you liked Bra?"
UNCLE? This girl is Goten's NEICE? Chelsea's jaw dropped but she quickly regained her posture. Hey, can't do anything stupid or I'll give myself away. She stole a glance at Goten and saw that he was as red as a beet. Guess I'll have to speak for him. "Oh come on," she said and forced herself to blush. "It's no big deal."
"Yeah," Goten immediately responded. "It's really no big deal Pan."
Pan! So the girl's name is Pan! Chelsea smiled and relaxed. Now that I know her name and some basic info about her, everything will be all right. She surveyed Pan carefully from head to toe. She looked about the same age as her and she was wearing a white dress that looked very expensive. Pan…hmm… Chelsea bit her lips. The name sounds oddly familiar.
Suddenly, she remembered that she had read about a Son Pan
somewhere on the newspaper a few days ago. The article had something to do with
Mr. Satan, the world's saviour. It said that Pan is…his GRANDDAUGHTER! Chelsea
swallowed nervously. Wow, Pan is not somebody you can mess around with
easily. She knows martial arts and can beat up a grown man when she was just
five or six!
Before
she could think any further, Pan spoke up. "Hey Bra," she asked curiously. "How
come you changed out of that black Chinese dress she had on earlier?"
Chelsea stared at her blankly. What? What's that about a black dress? Oh right! Bra was wearing a black dress! She felt Pan and Goten looking at her, waiting for an answer. I better think up a suitable answer fast! What would Bra say in this situation? "Um, isn't it boring to wear the same dress throughout the whole party?"
"Right!" Pan nodded. "That sliver dress looks awesome anyways."
Chelsea let out a breath of relief. "Thanks."
BANG! All of a sudden, the wall behind them exploded. Chelsea screamed and jumped into Goten's arms. "Chill, Bra." He wrapped his big strong arms around her. "It's only Ubuu and Marron."
Chelsea lifted her head up and saw two figures emerge out of
the smoke. One was a dark skinned boy and he was holding a pretty blond girl. They
are Ubuu and Marron? How the hell did they blast a big hole through the wall? She
had about a million questions but no answer to any of them. Bra sure has a
hell lot of weird friends!
"Bra!"
she heard the dark skinned guy yelling at her angrily. "What did you do to the
elevator? You were supposed to start it after half an hour! Marron and I had
been stuck in there for, like, two whole hours!"
HUH? What the hell is he talking about?
6:15 PM, in the hallway:
Ubuu clamped a hand to his mouth as soon as he realized what
he had just said. He saw Marron staring at him strangely. Shit, he
winced. Why can't I keep my big mouth shut?
"Ubuu,
what do you mean by 'you were suppose to start it after an hour'?" Marron
asked. "Did you, like, plan the whole 'elevator' thing?"
"No, um, of course not!" Ubuu heard himself stammer. "Of course not. Right Bra?" he sent a pleading look to Bra, hoping that she will get the hint and cover for him. But Bra just stood there with a blank look on her face like she had no idea what's happening.
"You PLANNED the whole thing?" Marron asked again, her voice rising. "You TRICKED me?"
Ubuu was stumped. "Um, look Marron. I really, really like you…" Before he could finish, he felt Marron's hand making contact with his face. SLAP! Ubuu touched the red mark on his face in surprise. The slap didn't hurt him physically but it did hurt his feelings.
"You fucking bastard!" he heard Marron scream at him. "I don't appreciate being LIED to! Trunks had already lied to me! I don't need another liar boyfriend okay?" She turned and ran towards the washroom.
Ubuu watched Marron disappear into the washroom. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "You have no idea HOW sorry I am." He felt Goten and Pan's sympathetic gaze on him.
"Things will work out Ubuu, they always did." Goten said softly.
"Yeah," Ubuu laughed bitterly. "I hope so."
6:20 PM, inside the washroom:
Chelsea finally managed to put some bits of the puzzle together. That Ubuu guy likes Marron so he planned this 'elevator plan' to get her to like him…too bad it backfired. She smiled to herself. What a loser! But duty calls, what would Bra do now? Chelsea grabbed Pan's hand.
"Come on, Pan!" she said as perky as possible. "Let's go find, um, Marron!"
Pan nodded. "Right."
They walked to the washroom and quietly opened the door. "Marron?" Chelsea called out.
"GO AWAY!"
"Oh come on, we are your friends okay? Can you please come
out of whatever stall you're in and talk to us?" Chelsea sighed. Gee, being
Bra Briefs is SO tiring. I have to comfort her dorky friend when I should be in
Goten's strong arms teaching him how to dance!
The
last stall to the right opened and Marron stepped out. Her mascara was running
and her eyes were red and blotchy. Chelsea opened her purse and took out her
mascara and some tissue. "Look," she said as she wiped the mascara off of
Marron's face. "Don't worry about him okay? He's a son of a bitch and
completely unworthy of your tears."
"Thanks Bra," Marron sobbed. "You're a great friend."
"That's better," Chelsea grinned as she reached into her purse again and took out the capsule containing vodka. "I have something here that will make you feel MUCH better. It's a new kind of club soda, you're going to love it!" she threw to capsule to the ground and instantly, a bottle of vodka appeared. "Here," she offered it to Marron. "Take a sip and you'll feel all better."
Marron accepted the bottle and took a big swing. "Wow, this stuff is good." She stared at the bottle in amazement and took another swing. "Where did you get it?"
Chelsea smiled. "Oh somewhere." She replied innocently.
6:35 PM, inside the party room:
"Hey
Trunks! What are you doing alone?" Goten asked his best friend. Since the girls
decided to follow Marron to the washroom, he and Ubuu decided to come back to
the party and find Trunks. "Hello Trunks?" Goten asked again.
Trunks finally seemed to be aware of their presence. "Hey! Goten…hic…have some of this great punch! It makes you feel SO mellow!" then he laughed as if he had just said the funniest joke. "SO mellow!"
Goten exchanged a worried look with Ubuu. "Um, Trunks are you feeling okay? That hair dye isn't giving you bad side effects right? If it is, we can always sue"
"Don't worry!" Trunks said and handed them a cup each. "Try it! It's groovy!"
"Okay Trunks, don't worry about us." Goten took a sip of the drink Trunks had just handed him. Hmm…this is pretty good."
6:45 PM, inside the washroom:
"So…she said it's too tight but I thought it was too skinny and we just…" Chelsea rolled her eyes as Marron rambled on and on about some completely useless topic. The girl was obviously drunk.
"That's nice Marron, listen I'm going to find Goten now okay?" she pushed opened the washroom door and walked out.
"Wait, hold on Bra!" Pan grabbed Chelsea. "Something is wrong with Marron, don't leave now."
"I know, she's going crazy!" Chelsea snapped, losing her patience. "I don't want to spend the whole night coped inside that little washroom, trying to talk to that lunatic! Now if you will excuse me, I have a party to host." And a boyfriend to steal… she added silently.
"Bra come on, you throw tons of parties. I think something is seriously wrong with Marron. Maybe it's that weird soda you gave her but whatever it is, she needs help!" Pan argued.
Chelsea ignored her and walked on. "Go back and try to talk
some sense into her if you want. I'm going to the party!" No more Ms. Goody-Goody-Two-Shoes.
7:02 PM, inside the elevator control room:
"CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR?" Bra screamed. Her throat was killing her and she desperately needed a drink of H2O. She mustered up all her strength and kicked the door again. "OPEN THE DOOR!"
Ouch! She slumped down to the floor and grabbed her
foot. Stupid high heels! She cursed. Stupid room, stupid door, stupid
people, stupid me! Am I going to die in here or something? A wave of terror
washed over her. What if nobody comes to get me, ever?
"HELP!"
Author's note: Yep, me again. So…you liked it? Review…please? THANKS! The next chapter will be out soon! ^_~