Chapter 15: Pan Gets
Her Heart Broken. AGAIN!
9:15 PM, in the
party room:
Trunks had never felt this
relaxed before. He gulped down another cup of fruit punch and wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand. "Huzzah! Huzzah!" he yelled then burst out laughing.
"Hey Goten," he tagged the person who was standing next to him. "How's it
going?"
"Who's Goten? I'm Ubuu!"
the person answered, his words sounded a bit slurred. "Trunkies, this punch is
good! Where did your sister get it?"
Trunks waved his arms
around. "Hic, Who knows?" he started hiccupping. "Oh, hic, shit."
"Hey guys, where's Bra?"
Goten asked. "She's suppose to teach me how to do the tango!" he had another
doze of the spiked fruit punch and started singing Old McDonald had a Farm.
"My sister, hic, know how
do tango?" Trunks rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I think I'm going to go find
Panny. Toddles!" he gave an awkward wave and stumbled off. Gee, why does it
feel like the whole room is spinning?
"I think she's in the
washroom!" he heard Goten yell from behind before he continued singing his
song. "Old McDonald had a farm and on that farm he had a…um…Goten!"
"Thanks bud!" Trunks
yelled back and bumped into somebody. "Hey! Watch where, hic, you're going!" he
heard the person curse at him but he ignored it. "Whatever!" So Pan's in the
washroom huh? Great but just where is the washroom?
He tumbled around for a
while and finally managed to get out into the hallway. "Where is the, hic,
washroom?" he glanced around. A hand suddenly grabbed his arm. "What?" he
turned around and saw his sister's smiling face. "Oh you."
Bra smirked. "A little
lost, big bro?"
He nodded and started
humming the tune to "Oops, I did It Again". Bra took his arm and gently led him
down the hallway. "Here's the washroom," he heard her saying to him.
He stopped humming. "Thank
you." Trunks pushed open the blue door and went inside. He heard a giggle from
Bra. "Shut up bitch." He turned his attention towards the washroom again.
"Hello! Pan honey where art thou?" A girl in white was sitting on the sink,
drinking greedily from a bottle. "There you are."
Trunks walked towards Pan
and threw his arms around her. "Come on baby! Don't spend the night here by
yourself!" He leaned forward to kissed her.
She giggled and pulled
away from him. "Get away from me."
Trunks frowned. He didn't
like to be rejected. "Oh come on!" he grabbed her and they stumbled onto the
floor together. Pan ended up on top of him.
9:22 PM, in the
girls' washroom:
Chelsea watched a very
drunk Trunks and a very drunk Marron fell together onto the floor and doubled
over with laughter. Ha, what a sucker! Why does he keep calling Marron Pan?
Her eyes twinkled. Oh, I see. Trunks is going out with Pan and Marron is
wearing the same coloured dress as Pan so…he probably mistook Marron for Pan!
She dashed out of the room. I have to find Pan and tell her this!
Chelsea ran into the
hallway and glanced around when somebody bumped into her. "Ouch!" she shrieked.
"What the fuck…" she glanced up and saw Pan's face. "Oh hi Pan!"
Pan looked suspicious.
"What's wrong, Bra?"
Chelsea pulled on a
surprised expression and yelled dramatically. "Hurry Pan! Something is wrong
with Marron!"
"What?" A worried look
crossed Pan's eyes and she started running towards the washroom. Chelsea
swallowed a giggle. Time for the show to begin! She thought as she ran
after Pan. Bra's little friends are more entertaining to watch than any soap
operas!
9:25 PM, in the
girls' washroom:
Pan threw opened the
washroom door. "Marron? Are you okay?" she called out anxiously. "Where are
you…" her voice trailed off as her gaze dropped onto the two figures twisted
together on the floor, looking like they are wrestling.
An instant siren went off
in Pan's head and she let out a scream. OH DENDE! There is Trunks, my
so-called boyfriend with his mouth on Marron's! And worse of all, Marron is ON
TOP of him with the strap of her dress hanging off her shoulder! Are
they...um…? She felt like somebody had ripped her heart out of her chest,
stomped on it a billion times then threw it into the garbage.
I'm going to sick; she thought in disgust, her head was reeling. THAT
SON OF A BITCH! HOW DARE HE DO THIS! Before she could think about it twice,
she marched over, pulled Marron off of Trunks and shoved her aside. She heard
Marron gave a little yelp but she ignored it. Who cares if that slut got
hurt? But what I'm really concerned about is this asshole here! Pan
grabbed Trunks' collar, to her surprise, he flashed her a sheepish grin in
return.
"Hey baby! What's wrong?
You look mad!" he giggled and touched her butt with his hand.
Rage filled Pan as she
jammed her fist into Trunks' face. "What's wrong? I'll tell you what's WRONG!
Cheating on people and lying to them is wrong!" she yelled at him and kicked
him at the side. "That's for cheating on me!" she kicked him again. "And that's
for lying to me!"
She heard him whimper in
pain and for that spilt second, her heart softened and she regretted hurting
him. Then she remembered the scene in the washroom and her heart hardened
again. I'm not crying for this big jerk, I'll not cry, she repeated
inside her head. This is not worth wasting any tears over! I'm NOT crying.
Pan turned and fled from
the washroom. I can't stand to see those two…URGH…people together! She
kicked the washroom door open. "Ouch!" a pain shot up her foot. "Shit! Fucking
high heels!" Pan grabbed her shoes and threw them back at the couple on the
floor. "Take that!" then she ran bare feet down the hallway.
Tears started running down
her face like a stream and she wiped them away in dismay. I WILL NOT CRY!
She told herself. I WILL NOT CRY. She found an open window and jumped
outside.
Sorry Bra, she apologized silently as she started flying
back to her house. There's absolutely no way I can stay at that party any
longer. Your stupid big brother stole my heart and treated it like shit. That's
just fine with me. I'm not mad at all, in fact, I'm VERY HAPPY! Who needs that
jerk anyway?
Not me. See, I'm even
smiling, although it's killing me inside.
9:30 PM, in the
girls' washroom:
Chelsea heard Pan scream,
saw her beat the crap out of Bra's big brother, and saw the tears on Pan's face
when she fled from the washroom. Chelsea REALLY regretted not having a camera
to capture this precious moment. She tiptoed into the washroom and nudged
Trunks' limp body with her toe.
"Trunks?" he didn't move. Uh-oh,
what if Pan did something BAD? She bent down and felt for his pulse. Oh,
he fell asleep. Whew. I thought he was dead or something! She turned and
inspected Marron. "Marron?"
The blond haired girl
stirred. "Wha-at?" then she cocked her head to one side and started vomiting on
Chelsea's shoe.
"You little bitch!"
Chelsea screeched and jumped back. She twinkled her nose in disgust at the
yellow-green vomit on her once black Italian sandals. "Gross, gross, gross! Do
you know how much these sandals cost?" Never mind, I should just get the
hell put of this washroom before she puke on my leg or dress!
Chelsea carefully stepped
around Trunks and exited the washroom. "Later peeps!"
9:34 PM, in the
elevator control room:
"If I ever get out of this
miserable little room, I swear to Dende that I would start training with daddy
or Trunks." Bra promised herself. She has no idea what time it is but she is
tired (exhausted is more like it), hungry, thirsty, and worst of all, she
REALLY needs to go to the washroom.
"People! I need to pee
really bad!" Bra yelled. She didn't care if she sounded like an idiot, she just
wanted somebody to hear her and let her out. She waited a while for somebody to
respond but nobody did.
Damn, she scrambled to her feet. I'm not waiting any
longer. Time for this girl to take some serious actions! Hmm, I'll just blast
my way out this frigging place! How did daddy do that big flash thing? Oh
right, she spread her arms apart and planted her feet in front of the door.
"Final Flash!" she yelled and brought her arms together.
Nothing happened.
Humph! I'm not giving
up that easily! Bra gritted her
teeth. Daddy said that it takes a lot of concentration to do this thing – so
I have to concentrate a little harder. She focused on all her energy on the
door again.
Okay, I'm going to make
this happen. "Final Flash?" her
voice quivered a bit and the name came out sounding like a question. Still
nothing happened.
Bra groaned. "Fucking door
open!" she screamed and pointed towards the door.
Suddenly, a glint of light
appeared and a loud BANG filled the room. Bra closed her eyes and held her arms
over her head in a defensive gesture. Oh Dende, what is happening now?
She wondered, feeling terrified. I must be the unluckiest princess in the
whole universe! All these bad things are happening to me!
Bra only dared to open her
eyes again when the BANG has fade out and everything was silent again. She
peeked around nervously and discovered a big hole on the door. OH MY,
her eyes widened and she stared down at her hands in amazement. Wow, did I
do that when I yelled out, uh, fucking door open?
Hmm…daddy has his
"Final Flash", uncle Goku has his "Kamehameha", now I have my "Fucking Door
Open". Not bad! The name is kind of, like, PG-13 but hey! It's a pretty
powerful attack!
Bra grinned smugly. Ha!
Who said I couldn't fight? She felt a tingle between her legs. Oh right,
I REALLY have to go to the washroom. No time to lose! She thought as she
stepped out of the hole and ran towards the washroom.
"Oops, sorry!" Bra
apologized when she accidentally bumped into a girl.
"Fuck off little girl." A
familiar voice said back.
A strong sense of déjà vu
filled Bra's head. Chelsea? She wondered in astonishment as she glanced
up to get a clear view of the girl's face. Yeah, it is that bitch. Except,
something is seriously wrong with her because…she looks like me! Bra
gulped. What the heck happened to her hair? She dyed it into blue-green and
now she looks just like me! Her mind suddenly froze. Wait a minute,
let's say that CHELSEA locked me inside that little room and pretended to be ME
during the whole party since she looked SO MUCH like ME, then… UH-OH.
Who cares about her now,
I need to go pee! I'll take care of Chelsea after I relieved myself. Besides,
she didn't even see me.
Bra ran towards the
washroom, pull opened the door and rushed inside. All of a sudden, her feet
caught on something big. This sent Bra tumbling to the ground. "Shit," Bra
cursed. Who put a log on the floor of the girls' washroom?
She turned around to give
the object a good kick. Her foot paused in mid-air as Bra recognized the
'object'. "Trunks?" she gaped at her brother, who was lying there looking like
a rag doll. A flash of blond caught her eyes and she rotated her head slightly
to the left. "Marron?"
Her heart started pumping
inside her chest like mad. "Oh Dende, please don't let them be dead!" Bra
rushed over to Trunks and started shaking him. "Trunks, wake up! Please? Pretty
please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
He grunted and turned
around.
Bra's heart settled down. Oh
good, he's not dead. She walked over to Marron and saw that her chest is
moving up and down. They scared me so bad! But how did they end up in
here?
She saw Marron clutching
onto an empty bottle. Bra took the bottle from her and stared at it curiously. What
is this? She sniffed it suspiciously. It smells like…vodka, the
alcoholic drink daddy likes to drink every now and then. She glanced back
at Trunks and Marron. They must be drunk!
Who brought alcohol to
my party? Well, there can be
only one suspect – the one and only Chelsea Rich. Bra's heart did a
flip-flop. Uh-oh, this is not good. Chelsea is very sneaky and smart and it
wouldn't be easy to... All of a sudden, she felt a trickle of wet stuff
running down her legs. She glanced down.
UH-OH! I just…peed my
pants. Seriously, can things get ANY worse?
Author's note: Chapter
16…coming soon! Are you people sick of this fic yet? Don't worry, cuz there's only
a few more chapters left! ^_^