Chapter 21: Ping Pong? No! I
mean Spring Pond.
Chelsea stood at the front
of her house with her arms crossed. 'Shit!' she cursed silently. 'Where the
hell is that Goten? He's already 10 minutes late!' she glanced down at her
watch – it read 5:10 PM.
"Screw this, I'm not waiting
any longer." Chelsea muttered to herself as she turned and started back into
the house. Here she was -- in a one thousand dollar designer sundress and a
pair of even more expensive Italian sandals – and no date. This is absolutely humiliating!
Just as she was about to
step inside her house, a black limo arrived in front of her and Goten walked
out, looking very uncomfortable. "Hey Chelsea!" he called out, stopping Chelsea
at her tracks.
'He's here…finally,' Chelsea
thought. 'I'll teach him a lesson about showing up late for a date!' She spun
around and opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. But the sight of
him took her breath away.
The ugly green sweater he
had on the other day was gone. Its place was a white dress shirt and a pair of
neatly ironed black pants. They complemented his black hair perfectly. His hair
was not messed up either – it looks like he had actually washed it and put some
gel in the required places. He's…uh, let's put it this way; have you ever seen
one of those sexy Italian male models in some fashion magazines that are
sporting off really tight jeans? Goten is kind of like that now – minus the
tight jeans.
'Oh. My. God.' Chelsea's
eyes widened as she eyed Goten carefully from head to toe. 'He. Is. Looking.
Really. Fine.'
Goten twitched nervously
inside the clingy white shirt that Bra insisted he wear. He didn't like the way
the girl, Chelsea was looking at him either – it reminded him of a hungry wolf,
staring at his prey. He cast a quick glance at his hand.
"Oh…um…hi Chelsea." He
stated. "I, uh, I'm sorry that I'm late."
"That's okay," she purred.
She walked towards him and placed a hand on his arm. It made him flinch – her
touch was icy cold and a little clammy, kind of like a dead fish's belly.
'Wow, she does look a lot
like Bra – without the blue-green hair.' Goten thought when he got a closer
glimpse at Chelsea. She caught his eyes and flashed a big smile at him.
"So where're we going?" she
asked.
"To um…" Goten took another
glance at his hand. "Ping-Pong restaurant – they serve great Chinese food."
Chelsea frowned. "Ping-Pong?
I never heard of that place in my whole life!"
'Oops!' A shot of panic run
through Goten as he struggled to get another peek at the small writings on the
palm of his hand. "Oh! I mean Spring Pond. It's a really popular Chinese
restaurant, uh; I'm surprised that you didn't hear about it. I head that they
have great sweet and sour chicken balls." The last part he made up himself – it
sounds pretty appropriate.
"Spring Pond…of course I've
been there," Chelsea responded enthusiastically. "I love that restaurant! But,
uh, I never tried their chicken balls before."
"Then let's get on our way,"
Goten gestured towards the limo, trying to keep the subject off the chicken
balls.
"Great!" Chelsea grabbed
Goten's arm and dragged him towards the limo.
'Boy, she doesn't just look
like Bra, she kind of acts a little like her too!' Goten mused to himself
silently, thinking about the time when Bra dragged him to the mall. 'But of
course, Bra's a thousand times better than her!'
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So Goten," Chelsea asked,
leaning towards him as closely as she dared. "What do you like in a girl?"
"Me?" Goten squeaked as he
pulled away from her. "I like…um," a peek on his palm. "I liked girls with
shaved heads." He blurted out.
"What?" Chelsea gaped at
him. "You like what?"
Goten rubbed the back of his
head. "I like girls who doesn't have any hair on their heads." He repeated with
a straight face.
Chelsea sweat dropped.
'Strange,' she thought. 'I read in the latest issue of "Girls" that most guys
like girls with long hair. Then again, Goten is not 'most' guys.' "You really
like bald girls?" she asked again.
"Yeah," he responded. "I
think it's …uh…very daring and kind of sexy." Goten whispered the last word.
The truth is, he didn't liked to use the word "sexy", it made him think of the
other s-word and that made him feel queasy inside.
"I see." Chelsea nodded,
making a metal note to check with her hairdresser about shaving her head – if
Goten likes it, she would do it but shaving off all her long, brown hair…damn…
this requires a second opinion. "What else?"
Goten was struggled to see
his hand. Because he was so nervous, he started sweating quite a bit and the
sweat has now washed away from of the markings on his palm. "I also like girls
who is daring – not afraid of anything."
"Okay, anything else?"
"I like girls who likes to
drink orange juice and milk mixed together." Goten read.
"You…like that?" Chelsea
gulped. She didn't know how orange juice would taste with milk in it and she
doesn't want to find of either but if Goten likes it then…it's easier than
shaving her head right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay guys…you all know what
you're supposed to do?" Bra asked.
Trunks, Pan and Marron
nodded. "Yes ma'am!" they claimed in unison.
The four people were seated
at a table in the restaurant, Spring Pond, a few tables away from them is the
table Bra had reserved for Goten and Chelsea – who are still not here yet.
Trunks was looking very dashing in his white suit. Three girls looked beautiful
too – Marron is wearing a black and white waitress uniform, Pan was all decked
out in a long Chinese-styled blue dress and Bra had on a short black dress. Bra
was also wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a black scarf covered her
blue-green hair – she couldn't afford to be recognized by Chelsea.
"Look! They're here!" Marron
said, pointing towards the door. Sure enough, a waitress was guiding Goten and
Chelsea towards their table.
"Now Pan…you're up first."
Bra looked at Pan. "You ready?"
"Of course." Pan replied
confidently. "You just relax." She winked at them as she started to get up from
her seat.
"And Pan, don't lose your
temper." Trunks reminded his girlfriend. Pan was a great girl but her hot
temper (probably inherited from her grandmother Chi-Chi) is really something to
avoid at all cost.
"I won't." she promised.
After giving them one more look, she walked towards Goten's table. "Hey Uncle!"
she called out with fake cheerfulness.
"Pan!" Goten looked
relieved. "What…uh…what are you doing here?" he asked, even though he knew the
answer already.
"I'm here with my parents –
out table is in another room but I saw you coming in so I decided to come and
say 'hi'." Pan lied. "So…who's this?"
"I'm Chelsea," Chelsea said
smoothly. "Chelsea Rich."
"Ah, you look like a nice
girl so I'm going to warn you something about my uncle." Pan was really
enjoying herself now. She paused and waited for Goten to say his lines – to
protest and tell Pan to go away. But he didn't say anything; instead he was
looking eagerly at the menus. 'Uncle…' Pan groaned inside her head. She jammed
her foot down right on top of Goten's foot to give him a hint.
"AH!" Chelsea jumped up from
her chair. She clenched her foot and started jumping around. "Ouch, ouch,
ouch!"
'Uh-oh,' Pan bit her lips.
'Wrong foot but that bitch deserved it.'
"What are you trying to do?
Kill me?" Chelsea shrieked, glaring at Pan.
"I'm really sorry!" Pan
apologized. "But let me tell you something about my uncle – he's a real player
so if I were you, I'd watch my steps. No girl had held his attention for along.
I better get going now!" Pan finished quickly. "Have fun!" she skipped away
quickly towards the washrooms. The plan was that she hide there for a few
minutes or at least until Chelsea was not looking then go back to the table
where Bra and the others are waiting.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Marron smiled and patted her
hair that is tied up in two pigtails. "Pan has done a fabulous job and now it's
my turn." She walked towards the kitchen. "Wish me luck you guys!"
Bra and Trunks both flashed
her a victory sign.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back at Chelsea and Goten's
table, Chelsea was now starting to gnaw on her nails. 'So Goten used to a
player, looks I would have to work extra hard for him to like me – looks like
it's bye-bye hair for me.'
Author's note: So… what will
Marron do to Chelsea? I guess you'll just have to wait for the next chapter.
Right now, a review would be really nice. Thanks.
And… B-chan, it's nice to
have you back. I thought you lost interest in this fic or something.