Chapter 19: The Plan
Two hours had passed. By now, the door to Pan's house is
back in one piece and the big hole in the wall was fixed. Bra, Pan, and Goten
are all lying on the floor in Pan's living room, exhausted. They are all
covered in dirt and drenched in sweat.
"Bra, honestly, we should not have called that construction
company. We should have just bought some cement stuff and fix the house by
ourselves – it's much cheaper that way." Pan puffed.
Bra groaned. "Urgh, don't even talk to me now. That cheap
company -- they made us move all those furniture! I shouldn't have paid them a
cent! Now my back is killing me. Shit! Pan, how come your bed is so heavy?"
"What about that plan to get back at Chelsea?" Goten asked
weakly. "Seriously, can we put it off until tomorrow? I don't think I can't
move one muscle now."
"The plan!" Bra jumped up. "Come on, guys! We have to get a
move on!" she grabbed Pan's arm and started yanking her towards the door. "Come
on!"
"Okay, Bra. Whatever you say – just please, let go of my
arm!" Pan begged.
"Oops…sorry. Did I pull too hard?" Bra released Pan's arm.
"Too hard? I thought my arm was going to break off! Jeez!"
Pan complained, rubbing her arm. "What's your big plan, Bra?"
"Wait… let's go to my house first," Bra said. "It's too
complicated, so it's better to tell everybody all at once." She started for
Pan's front door. "Guys, hell-o? What are you waiting for? Let's go to my
house."
Pan and Goten exchanged a weary glance. But they knew better
than to disobey Bra when she was in her "bossy" mood so they quickly scrambled
to their feet and followed Bra out the door.
"Um, Bra? Can we please take the bus or something? I don't
have any energy left to fly!" Goten asked meekly.
"Sure." Bra smiled. "TAXI!" she shouted and waved her arms up
in the air.
A yellow taxi immediately stopped in front of them. Bra
opened the door and they all climbed in. After they are all seated and settled
in, the taxi driver, who had a heavy Italian accent, asked for where they were
going.
"Capsule Corp." Bra said.
"What?" the taxi driver stared at them in shock. " Capsule
Corp.? Are you… are you Bulma Briefs?"
"Nope, Bulma is my mom. I'm Bra Briefs." Bra replied.
"Oh my god! Then is your brother Trunks Briefs?" the taxi
driver asked anxiously.
Bra sighed in exasperation – sometimes she really hated
having the world's richest bachelor for a brother. "Yes."
"Whoa!" the taxi driver exclaimed, his eyes widened.
"Yeah," Bra mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Whoa."
"Can I have his autograph?" the taxi driver grabbed Bra's
hand. "Please? I won't even charge any money for your ride; I just want his
autograph really bad!"
A sweat drop was beginning to form on Bra's forehead.
"Um…sure. But why do you want my brother's autograph? Wouldn't you like mine
instead?" she asked hopefully.
A dreamy look invaded the taxi driver's eyes. "I'm sorry Ms.
Briefs. But your brother…he has the most wonderful pair of blue eyes! Ooh!"
Bra, Pan, and Goten watched as the overweight old man squealed like a young
girl.
"Hey Pan," Goten snickered. "Looks like you're in for some competition."
"Shut up!" Pan grumbled. She reached over and hit Goten on
the back of his head. "Idiot!"
"Kids these days!" Goten shook his head. "They have absolute
no respect for their elders!"
"You wait here, okay?" Bra told the eager taxi driver, who
nodded obediently. "My brother might be still sleeping so I'm going to go
check." On her way up the stairs, she whispered to Pan and Goten to stay and
keep an eye on the old man.
Bra walked down the
long hallway of her house and reached her room. She knocked on the door a
couple of times. When nobody answered, she pressed her ear to the door.
"Trunks?" she called. No answer, instead, loud snoring can be heard.
"My brother—the pig." Bra said to herself quietly as she
twisted the doorknob and kicked the door open. "Wake up big brother! It's an
emergency!" she yelled.
"Huh? What?" Trunks jumped up from Bra's bed. "I have a
meeting that I forgot about?"
"Nope." Bra shook her head.
"You ran out of mascara again?"
"No!"
"Oh Dende, don't tell me there's a new enemy and we have to
go save the world."
"Well… it's something like that."
"We have a new enemy?" Trunks yelled. He grabbed Bra by the
shoulders and started shaking her. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Does dad
know? Does Gohan and Goten know? Hell, speak up Bra!"
"Calm down!" Bra struggled to get out of Trunks' grasp. "I
didn't know you were that excited about fighting! Anyways, this enemy isn't all
that powerful so there's no need to consult daddy or Gohan."
Trunks' grip on Bra's shoulder loosened instantly. "Oh."
""Her name is Chelsea," Bra continued. "You know, the girl
who ruined my party? Damn bitch! But now I had came up with a perfect plan to
get back at her and of course…it requires you and Marron's help to accomplish."
Bra glanced at Marron, who was still fast asleep on her couch at the side.
"Um, Bra, listen. Your "plans" are not exactly great. For
example, your big plan to get Marron and Ubuu together totally backfired."
Trunks rubbed his head and sighed. "Here an advise for you Bra: why don't you
just forget about her? I know she's bitchy and all that but this plan is just a
complete waste of time!"
"Hold on big bro," Bra snapped. She walked right up to him
and crossed her arms. "You know, you did mistake Marron for Pan at the party."
Every muscle in Trunks' body tensed. "I did?"
"Yeah, you did! You kissed her in the washroom! Pan saw you
too! Now if it weren't for me, she'd still be mad at you! You SO owe me this
time."
Trunks bit his lips. He knew that he was in a losing battle. Ah, what the heck! That
Chelsea girl is a real brat – it might be fun to get back at her.
"Okay," he agreed. "What should I do first Oh-Mighty-One?"
Bra grinned in satisfaction. "That's much better. First of
all… a fan of yours is downstairs and he want your autograph."
"A fan?" Trunks slumped back down onto Bra's bed. "Tell him
that I'm busy."
"But he wants to see you! He just adores your wonderful pair
of blue eyes!" Bra mimicked, trying hard not to burst out laughing. "Besides!
The Oh-Might-One commands you! Go on, he's just downstairs with Pan and Goten.
They'll show you who he is and meanwhile, I'll wake Marron up."
After the taxi driver had left, the gang gather at the
Briefs' kitchen. Bra took a sit on the kitchen counter and cleared her throat. After
making sure that she had everybody's attention, she began. "Okay guys, here's
the scoop. First of all, Chelsea really values two things – money and pride. So
I think that we have to do something that will make her loose money and pride
-- lots of it too."
"Like what? Hey family is super rich. I don't think we will
be able to make her loose that much money!" Marron asked.
"That's a good point, so we can just forget about the money
part. Let's just attack her pride. You know what's the one thing Chelsea wants
and can't have?" Bra looked around the room – nobody answered.
"She wants Goten. So all we have to do is…"
Author's note: Good ending, huh? No worries…the next chapter
is coming soon! ^_^