Chapter 17: Waking Up to an Empty Toilet Stall
Bra felt the pressure of Ubuu's warm lips on hers.
That feels so good…so comforting! She thought with surprise and closed her eyes. It had been such a stressful day; first being locked up inside that stupid room, then finding out about Chelsea and Goten…it's good to be comforted. Bra couldn't resist it any longer; she kissed Ubuu back eagerly. Her hands began to snake up his back and she moved closer to him.
Whoa! Hold on girl! An alarm went off in her head. Reality
check here: this is Ubuu. You should NOT be doing mouth to mouth with him. It
will ONLY make things worse.
Bra's eyes flashed open. That's right! She thought as she yanked back from Ubuu, ending the kiss abruptly. He stared at her in curiosity. What's wrong with you? He eyes asked silently. Didn't you like that kiss?
"I'm sorry Ubuu." Bra whispered. "But this will only make things worse. This was only a, uh, a kind of stress kiss. We are both down because, well, you know why so we decided to seek comfort in each other. We really shouldn't do this…things are already bad enough as it is. Besides, you know that you don't like me, you like Marron!" she paused. "Sorry."
"No, you didn't do anything wrong Bra." Ubuu grinned sheepishly and stood up. "You are absolutely right. I got a little carried away and I wasn't thinking straight. Forgive me?"
"Only if you would help me up." Bra smiled and extended her hand to Ubuu. He grabbed it and pulled her up effortlessly. "Thanks. Friends?"
He nodded. "Friends. Want me to take you home?"
"Sure," Bra replied. Whew! Relief flooded her inside. At least one thing worked out right. She followed Ubuu to a window; they jumped outside and started flying home. There's just one little thing though, Bra had completely forgotten about Trunks and Marron, who were still lying fast asleep on the washroom floor.
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Trunks moaned and turned around. He felt a huge headache
splitting up his skull. Oh MAN, this feels like a hangover. He reached
for his pillow but couldn't find it. Strange, this mattress is so hard and
cold! He thought as he threw his arms out and stretched. His hand hit
something hard. Oh no! The pillows are so hard too! He groaned. Which
cheap ass hotel am I staying at? The service is TERRIBLE! No wonder I am
getting major headaches.
He struggled to open his eyes and winced as a ray of light
hit directly into his eyes. He blinked a couple of time. Now he was beginning
to wake up. Oh Dende, I have a very bad feeling that I'm not in a hotel.
He thought in horror when an image of an open washroom stall with a toilet in
it appeared in front of him. Am I in some kind of washroom?
He quickly scrambled to him feet and glanced around. I AM IN A WASHROOM! Trunks' eyes widened. IT'S A GIRLS' WASHROOM TOO! What the hell happened? He wondered as he gaze land on a white figure that laid a corner, not very far from where he was lying. The figure had blond hair spilling down her shoulders. Even though she was covered with a greenish puke substance from head to toe, Trunks still recognized her right away.
"Marron?" he stammered, backing up a few steps. What is MARRON doing here? What happened? Where are Pan and Bra and everybody else? He rushed to Marron and started shaking her furiously. "Wake up, come on!" he murmured under his breath.
Finally Marron stirred. "Go away dad!" she swatted him with her hands. "Just five more minutes, promise."
Trunks shook Marron some more. "Marron, it's me, Trunks!"
"Trunks? What Trunks? Oh…" Marron's eyes snapped open. "Trunks!" she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
Trunks snorted. "YOU tell me. We are inside a girls' washroom and you are covered with… green stuff that reeks really bad."
Marron sat up slowly and rubbed her head. "I don't know about you but my head is killing me."
"Same here," Trunks sighed. "Back to business, what did we do? How did we end up inside this washroom?"
"I remember that I slapped Ubuu," Marron began slowly. "Because…because he tricked me into that elevator thing! Then I ran into this washroom. Bra and Pan came after me too and Bra offered me this drink that made me feel really good. I can't remember what happened after that but I guess I must have fallen asleep in this washroom."
Trunks fought to remember too. "Urgh, I was drinking Bra's fruit punch then I went to look for Pan. Bra told me that she was in the washroom so I… then I think I was kissing a girl in white. Must be Pan, since she was wearing a white dress."
"Yeah…it's Pan alright, she was wearing a white dress. Hold on, I don't think Pan will just leave you here, sleeping on the washroom floor." A frown crawled onto Marron's lips and she crossed her arms. It made her look a lot like her mother.
"She probably forgot about me." Trunks said confidently.
"Are you sure?" Marron raised an eyebrow. "It's not like Pan to just forget about somebody – especially when that 'somebody' is a person she's in love with."
"Right…you got a point there." Trunks nodded thoughtfully. "But let's just get outta here for now and worry about Pan later, okay?" He cast a quick glance towards Marron and a look of pure horror appeared on his handsome face. "Um…Marron…I said I kissed a girl in white, right?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, you're wearing a white dress too."
Marron glanced down at her dress and the same horrified look appeared on her face. "Oh my," she breathed.
Trunks gulped. "Uh Marron, I think there is a chance that I might have mistook you for Pan because you two are both wearing a white dress!"
They gaped at each other. "Uh-oh."
"Trunks, what the hell did you do?" Marron demanded, her eyes flashed with anger.
"I honestly don't know." Trunks narrowed his eyes. "But I know someone who might know." He grabbed Marron's arm and yanked her towards the door. "Come on!"
"Whom are you talking about?" Marron asked. "Who knows about this?"
"Who else? My bratty little sister!" Trunks replied and reached for the door.
Before he could even touch the handle, the door burst opened and a fat old lady holding a broom appeared right in front of them. "Ah!" she shrieked when she saw Trunks. She held her broom up like a weapon. "Don't move!" She caught a glimpse of Marron, who was standing behind Trunks and instantly, her mouth relaxed into a smile. "Oh, I see." She winked at them. "Busy night huh? But you shouldn't have done it inside the ladies' washroom; lots of people come and go. You can't get much privacy."
What? Trunks stared blankly at the plump old woman. What is she talking about? Before he could make any sense out of what the old woman was saying, Marron pushed him over to the side. "It's really not what you think!" she told the old woman. "We got into some misunderstanding and…"
The old lady waved her off. "Whatever. I was young once too, you know. But if you would excuse me, I must go and clean the toilets. I'm the cleaning lady."
Trunks and Marron squeezed by her and rushed out into the
hall. That cleaning lady MUST be psycho, Trunks decided, or at least
very, VERY disturbed.
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Pan moaned and clutched her stomach. "Damn, too much ice cream!" she cursed beneath her breath. She kicked the washroom door again. "Uncle! Hurry up! I need to go too you know!"
"Coming! Just hold on for a few minutes!" came Goten's voice inside the closed door.
"I CAN'T! I REALLY CAN'T!" Pan yelled back. "Wait, maybe I can use my parents' washroom. I'm going to go check!"
You pig! She scolded herself as she dashed up the
stairs in her house. Ten whole litres of ice cream! What the hell are you
thinking? Even big strong Saiyan stomachs can't handle all that food!
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Bra felt a pair of strong hands shaking her. Probably
dad, bugging me about training…Dende, just let me SLEEP! She turned around
and buried her head inside her pillow. Please let last night be a BAD dream,
please let last night just be a dream! Oh Dende, nice Dende, please let all the
events that happened last night be nothing then a REALLY, REALLY bad dream.
The hands shook her some more. Then came a very familiar voice. "Bra, wake up!"
Who's that? Oh, that's Trunks' voice. Trunks …TRUNKS?
I forgot all about him last night! That means he probably spent the whole
entire night lying on that washroom floor along with Marron. Oh shit…she
moaned loudly. Just one more thing went wrong.
"Trunks please don't kill me." Bra begged with her eyes still closed. "Please?"
"I won't." she heard him grunt. "At least, I won't just yet."
He's MAD! Her heart did a back flip. She opened her
eyes quickly. This is not a pretty sight. Trunks' hair was sticking up and in
going in every direction. It made him look kind of like Goku. His eyes are
bloodshot and his lips were set down in a frown. His once neatly ironed shirt
has a ton of wrinkles on it now and his tie is hanging loosely from his neck.
Marron was right behind him, looking equally bad. There was a really strange
smell too – Bra sat up and sniffed the air around - oh, it's that green
stuff that Marron is covered with. Is it vomit?
"Bra, I demand an explanation RIGHT NOW!" Trunks barked.
Bra grimaced. "Okay, okay, don't get too excited here. I'll tell you what happened." She went on and told them about Chelsea, being locked up inside the control room, Chelsea spiking the punch, and her punching Chelsea in the face. Bra left out the fact that Ubuu kissed her of course. There's no point for Marron to know about that little accident. "- And that's what happened." Bra concluded. She stole a nervous glance at Trunks. "You still going to kill me?"
Trunks laughed. "Of course! What do I look like? A three-year-old? You can't POSSIBLY think that I'm going to believe that story you just made up. A girl named Chelsea who dyed her hair to look like you, give me a break!"
"But it's the truth!" Bra insisted. "You know her! Chelsea Rich! The daughter of Mr. Rich, the second richest guy in the world?"
"Oh…him."
"I swear to Dende that I'm telling the truth." Bra pleaded. "You can ask Goten, he saw Chelsea! So NOW are you still going to kill me?"
Trunks let out a long exasperated sigh. "I guess not," he paused for a second. "But what happened to Pan?"
"Pan?" Bra racked her brains for an answer. "Hmm…come to think of it, I never saw Pan. I guess she must have went home or something."
"You never saw Pan?" Trunks asked.
Bra frowned in irritation. "Look, most of the time, I was inside that little room, when I finally escaped it was, like, kind of late. I'm pretty sure Pan was bored so she went home, relax!" she caught a glimpse of something red on Trunks' face. "Trunks? What's that stuff on your face? It's right under your nose."
Trunks reached up and touched his nose. "What red stuff?"
"That red stuff right there!" Bra sat up and wiped the stuff off Trunks' face with her hand. "Ew! It's dried blood."
"Dried blood? Did I have a nose bleed or something?" Trunks wondered then he yawned. "Who cares about that, right now, I just want to sleep." With that, he slumped down face-flat on Bra's bed and closed his eyes. Almost instantly, the snoring started.
"Ew!" Bra shrieked. "You spent the night on a washroom floor! So you must be covered with, like, germs and bacteria and you're lying on my bed? Get off!" she looked helpless at Marron. "Marron, please help me get my stupid brother off my bed?"
"Sorry Bra," Marron's mouth opened wide and she yawned. "I'm really tired too. Oh yeah! Bra, when you saw us on the washroom floor, did we, like, do anything?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Marron's cheeks turned pink. "Trunks might have mistook me for Pan and since we are both drunk, then you know?"
Bra's eyes widen. "Um, when I saw you two you were both sleeping so I don't really know. But I don't think you guys did anything bad, uh, you know?"
Marron nodded. "Let's just hope not." She started walking towards the door but collapsed onto the couch in Bra's room in mid-way. "Sorry Bra," Marron mumbled. "Can I just borrow your couch for a while? I'm really tired too..." her voice trailed off.
"Marron, you're covered with vomit!" Bra groaned. "Great, my
room is going to stink like puke." Since both of them are sleeping, maybe I
should go and see Pan. I wonder why she left so soon?
Author's
note: I'm really sorry about not updating sooner. Something came up and I
didn't have time to write. The next updates will be more frequent, I promise.
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