MARRON'S DIARY/JOURNAL:

CHAPTER 16: SCREWED UP PARTY

"I have to tell you something." Chelsea whispered in Goten's ear. She found him half drunk near the refreshment table with a cup of spiked punch in his hand. She gently removed the cup from his hand and led him into the hallway where there was more privacy.

"What?" he asked in confusion, his dark eyes stared straight into hers. "Is everything all right Bra?"

Chelsea sucked in a big breath. Calm down, she told herself. Just tell him the truth. The truth might make him hate you, but you have to risk that. She started twirling her hair around her finger like she always did when she was nervous. "Um, I have a confession to make," She began. "It might sound kind of confusing to you but…" she stopped when she noticed that he was looking at something behind her with a surprised expression on his face. "Goten?"

Chelsea turned her head around to see what he was staring at. "What the heck?" Her whole body froze when she saw the image of a VERY angry Bra Briefs standing a few feet behind her with her arms crossed. How the hell did she escape from that elevator control room? A wave of terror washed over Chelsea as she recognized the expression on Bra's face - it was pure hatred.

Dread filled her stomach and she gulped. Bra looked like an angry bull that is about to charge! Chelsea could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. She racked her brains for a solution. What do I do now? What can I do? Her eyes lit up as a plan began to develop slowly inside her head. The plan was extremely risky and could easily backfired but it was the only thing she could do right now.

Should I? She hesitated for a second but quickly dismissed that thought. Who cares? You want to try the plan or face Bra the raging bull?

Right, Chelsea quickly whipped her face around and faced Goten. Here goes nothing! She thought as she grabbed Goten's face and pressed her lips against his. Bra can only do two things right now: a) she gets mad and beats the crap out of me or b) she breaks down and runs away crying. Chelsea prayed with all her heart that Bra would react the 'b' way.

She snapped her attention back to the kiss. A tingle of excitement shot down her spine. I'm actually kissing Goten! She thought happily. Even though the kiss had not come the way she had planned, it was still a very special moment. Chelsea had meet a LOT of guys and LOTS of guys had asked her out but it was the first time she had fell for anybody. Her excitement grew and she forgot all about Bra when she realized that Goten is kissing her back.

He kissed me back! Chelsea's heart pounded inside her chest. Does that mean that he likes me after all?

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Bra gaped at Chelsea and Goten, her hands clenched into fists. The nerve of that bitch! She fumed. That slut! That ugly cow! She inhaled deeply and counted backwards from ten to calm down. If I break down now, that would mean Chelsea had won. She told herself. The tears were stinging her eyes but she pushed them back.

Bra pulled a who-cares expression on her face and crossed her arms. She waited patiently for Chelsea to break off that kiss. Each minute felt like a year but Bra forced herself not to freak out. Finally, the kiss broke off and she could hear Chelsea and Goten panting.

Bra set her lips into a thin line. I'm going to puke! "Are you guys done smooching yet?" she asked dryly. She smirked when she heard Chelsea let out a soft gasp. "Yeah I'm still here Chelsea. I'm of some kind of weakling who runs away crying all the time!"

"Bra, how nice of you to drop in on us." Chelsea replied, her voice sounded cooler than a milkshake. "But do you mind? We would like a little privacy here."

Bra snorted. "Chelsea, locking people up inside rooms and stealing their dates is not a very nice thing to do. I want my date back NOW."

"Your date?" Chelsea pointed to Goten. "Bra, ask him yourself who he likes better, you or me."

"I will!" Bra was starting to lose her temper. She marched over to Goten and yanked him away from Chelsea's touch. "Goten! Who do you like better, me or Chelsea?" Please say me, please say me, she pleaded silently.

Goten looked more confused then ever. "Wait a minute, who are you?"

Bra frowned. "Who am I? I'm Bra!"

He glanced over at Chelsea and back at Bra again. "Then who's that?"

"That's Chelsea," Bra told him.

"But… " His gaze darted between the two girls nervously. "Um, I choose NOBODY okay?" Goten suddenly exploded. "I have no idea what the heck you two are doing but I'm getting out of here." He snatched his arm away from Bra and started walking away.

"Goten!" Bra called after him desperately but he was gone. That was totally un-Goten-like. What's up with him? The answer hit Bra when her sharp Saiyan senses caught the smell of vodka in the air. DAMN THAT CHELSEA! Bra glared at Chelsea in fury. Okay, I have my limits and if I don't kill this…dog right now, I'm going to lose my mind.

Before you can even blink, Bra grabbed Chelsea by the shoulder and shoved her into a wall. "Okay bitch," Bra growled, she stared the frightened girl straight in the eyes. "Fess up now or else."

Chelsea's face was as white as snow but she still managed to speak coolly and calmly. "Just what do you want me to tell you?"

"Everything!"

"What is everything?"

Bra was tempted to wrap her hands around Chelsea's neck and strangle her. "Don't give me this shit! Tell me all the bad things you did at my party!"

Chelsea snickered. "Bad things? I didn't do anything bad, at least I don't think I did."

Blood was rushing to Bra's head. Can't take this no more, she thought as she punched Chelsea right in her face. Chelsea was really something else, she didn't scream at all. Her expression was neither angry nor upset. In fact, it looked like she was slightly amused. Bra had to give Chelsea some credit for being really brave. Blood was gushing out from Chelsea's nose and dripping down her face, yet she was smiling.

Or maybe the dog had already lost her mind, Bra thought.

"Okay," Chelsea said slowly. "I'll tell you all the good things I did at your party." She grinned. "Ready?"

"Cut the bullshit and tell me." Bra replied.

"Whatever you say," Bra had a sinking feeling in her stomach when she saw Chelsea grinning mischievously. "First of all, I spiked your fruit punch with vodka. Secondly, I locked you up inside that little room. Then I pretended to be you and gave Goten a dancing lesson."

"Did you kiss him?" the question popped out of Bra's mouth before she could think. Oh shit, she cringed. I'm so STUPID!

Chelsea's grin grew wider. "Oh yeah, there were lots of kisses."

All the energy seemed to drain out of Bra and she let go of her grip on Chelsea. "Listen up, Chelsea." Bra said quietly. "You have exactly 1 minute to get the hell out of this hotel. Go and NEVER let me see your fucked up face again."

"I would," Chelsea responded. "But your Ubuu friend had blasted the elevators."

"TAKE THE STAIRS DAMMIT!" How stupid how a person get?

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Pan stuffed another spoonful of Cookie Dough into her mouth. Junk food can do wonders to cure depression, she thought grimly. She glanced at the huge pile of garbage behind her. Oh boy, how much food did I eat? There were about eight empty ice cream cartons, twenty something empty pop cans, empty potato chip bags, and countless candy wrappers.

Pan sighed, oh what the heck? She reached for another handful of M&Ms. She heard a strange tapping sound. What's that? She got up and carefully surveyed the room. It better NOT be a burglar or something. If it is, then he's in for a big fight.

"Pan?" a familiar voice said softly.

Pan turned around and saw Goten's face pressed up against the window to her bedroom. She giggled. "Hi uncle," She walked over and opened the window. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be at Bra's big-o party?"

Goten eyed Pan from head to toe. "You're still wearing Pokémon pyjamas?"

"Oh puh-lease!" Pan rolled her eyes. "You wear Pokémon boxers. I feel SO sorry for Pikachu, you sit on it all day long."

"Whatever Pan," Goten grabbed some M&Ms and slumped down on Pan's bed. "You are having your own little party and you didn't tell me?"

"Who said this was a party?"

He snorted. "Pan, look at all these food. Even I can't eat this much. How did you manage to bug my big brother into letting you buy all these junk?"

"Dad doesn't know that I have all these junk. You better not tell either!" Pan cast a threatening look to Goten.

Goten grinned. "No prob. But can I have some chips?" He looked longingly at the bags of chips lying on Pan's bedroom floor. "Please?"

"How come you smell funny?" Pan asked as she tossed a couple bags of potato chips to Goten.

"Funny?" he sniffed his hand. "I did put on deodorant before I went to the party."

"Ew! Not 'funny' as in stinky but 'funny' as in 'weird'. You smell kind of like this kind of perfume mom has." Pan wrinkled her nose.

"Oh it must be the fruit punch Bra served at her party. Speaking of which, did you see Trunks?"

"Yeah," Pan muttered, talking more to herself than to Goten. "He's probably fooling around with Marron."

"What happened?" Goten looked concerned. "If he hurt you then I'll beat the crap out of him."

"I already did." Pan replied, recalling the scene inside the washroom. I wonder if he's okay, she thought. I hope I didn't hurt him too bad. "But can we not talk about it now? It's…depressing. Oh yeah, what happened between you and Bra? Did you kiss her?"

Goten looked uncomfortable. "Yeah, I did but then…uh, can we not talk about this either? It's very depressing too."

"Sure," Pan shrugged and offered Goten a spoon. "Dig in uncle. It's amazing what ice cream can to an aching heart."

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This is the WORST party I ever been to, thought Ubuu. He looked around at all the strange faces. Bra sure has a hell lot of classmates! He sighed wearily and rubbed his head. This is just great! Where IS everybody? Where's Bra? Where's Goten? Where's Pan?

And most importantly, where's Marron?

The girls are probably all in the washroom, talking about how big of a jerk I am. Ubuu sighed and started moving towards the exit. Okay, time to swallow my pride and march into the lady's room. I have to apologize to Marron!

He walked out into the hallway. A small figure huddled at a corner caught his eyes. Ubuu walked over to get a better look at the figure. "Bra?" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" She looked up at him and he saw tears running down her face.

"Ubuu! Everything went wrong! This whole party is so screwed!" she cried.

Tell me something I don't know, Ubuu thought. "It's okay," he said and gave her a small awkward hug. He held her until her tears subsided.

"Thank Ubuu," Bra sniffed. "You are great." She lifted her face up and their eyes met. Ubuu had no idea what had gotten into him but he grabbed Bra and kissed her.