Chapter 23: Revenge is Sweet
When Trunks came out of the
washroom, he had a whole new appearance. He had on his head a huge Afro wig to
cover up his purple hair. He was also wearing a waiter uniform – a black suit
with a black tie.
With a large bamboo basket
in his hand, he casually strolled towards Goten and Chelsea. "Hello, would you
like to order our specials of the day?" he asked politely.
"No," Chelsea said with a
frown. She glanced at his hair and sighed in annoyance. "We just ordered."
"Just what are the specials
of the day?" Goten asked, ignoring Chelsea.
"Snake Meat Stir Fry and the
boiled Snails." Trunks replied.
"Snails?" Chelsea suddenly
looked up in interest. "I've had snails in a French restaurant before and
they're really good. So I guess I'll have a boiled Snails."
"And give me the Snake Meat
Stir Fry too," Goten added.
"Great!" Trunks nodded. "But
our custom is to show the customer what they order before we cook them." With
that, he reached into the basket and took out a long hissing rattlesnake. "Here
you go," he said as he draped the huge snake around Chelsea neck.
Chelsea's face had instantly
turned ash white and she is trembling in fear. "Get…get it off…get it off!" she
whispered.'
"Don't worry, miss." Trunks
smirked. "It doesn't bite, at least not if you don't move too much." He reached
into his basket again and took out a big bag of large snails. "And here are
your snails." He said as he poured the whole contain in the bag on Chelsea's
lap.
"Ah…oh god…I," before she
can finished her sentence, Chelsea's eyes rolled to the back of her head and
she collapsed to the floor.
Trunks bent down and checked
Chelsea's pulse. "She's okay," he announced. "She just fainted."
The rattlesnake around
Chelsea's neck slowly crawled back to Trunks. "Can I change back now?" it
asked.
"Sure Puar," Trunks
responded. "Thanks for your help."
"No problem," said the
little blue cat as she changed back to her normal form.
Trunks pulled Chelsea up by
the arm and set her back onto her chair. A large wet stain was on the back of
her dress and a few drops of yellow liquid were dripping down her leg. "Ew!"
Trunks yelled and dropped Chelsea's arm. "She peed her pants!"
"She did?" Bra dashed over
from where she was sitting. "Dende, this is a priceless moment!" she quickly
took out a small camera that she has stashed inside the pocket of her dress and
took a few pictures. "Buying all those snails -- 150 bucks. Renting this
restaurant and that limo -- 8000 bucks. Seeing Chelsea Rich pee her pants –
priceless!"
"So does anybody have any
smelling salts or something?" Pan asked. "It's not fun to torture someone who's
asleep!"
Marron emerged from the
kitchen with a small bottle. "Here," she stuck it under Chelsea's nose. After a
few minutes, Chelsea stirred. She opened her eyes slowly but when she realized
that a huge snail was sliding up her chest, she gave a loud shriek and slumped
down to the ground once more.
"Oh jeez," Bra sighed. "Come
on Pan," she nudged her friend. "Let's go back to our seat before she wakes
up." Pan nodded.
Marron stuck the smelling
salt beneath Chelsea's nose again. "Guys try and get the snails off her first."
"Okay," Goten and Trunks
beat down and started plucking snails off Chelsea.
Finally, Chelsea opened her
eyes again. "Where am I?" she asked slowly.
"You're on a date with me,
remember?" Goten reminded her.
"The date…oh!" Chelsea
closed her eyes once more. Then they heard her mutter under her breath. "I
thought this was all a bad dream."
"Why Chelsea," Trunks said,
stealing a glance at Goten. "Don't you like your date with Mr. Son so far?"
Chelsea paused. "Yes I do."
She forced a little smile. "He's…great."
A faint blush appeared on
Goten's cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He felt a little
guilty for doing this to Chelsea since she liked him so much. But he quickly
reminded himself about Bra's party and everything bad Chelsea had done to his
friends.
"Do you have a change of
clothes or something?" Chelsea asked Trunks quietly.
"Yes…why?" Trunks asked
innocently. He knew the answer already but wouldn't it be more fun to have
Chelsea actually say that she wet her dress?
"Uh…you see; there's a big
wet stain on my dress because your clumsy waitress spilt all the drinks on me."
Chelsea explained with a grimace. "And it's very uncomfortable."
"That's all right." Trunks
waved his hands and Marron came out of the kitchen with a hair dryer. "We'll
just blow dry your dress."
"Okay, close your eyes!"
warned Marron before she turned the hair dryer on to the maximum.
"STOP!" yelled Chelsea; her chestnut
hair was flying all over the place. "Stop, please! Oh please stop!" she begged.
Marron turned the switch
off. "Do you feel better now, Miss?"
"That's it!" Chelsea fumed.
She stood up and threw her napkin to the ground. "I'm SO leaving! Sorry Goten
but you're just NOT the guy for me!"
"Hold it!" Trunks blocked
Chelsea before she could leave. He ripped off the Afro from his head. "Bra!
Pan! Come over here!"
Bra sighed. "Okay…guess the
torture is cut short…oh well." She took the scarf that was covering her hair
off and the sunglasses. Pan and Bra then proceeded towards Chelsea and Trunks.
Marron had also come out of
the kitchen and the gang formed a tight circle around Chelsea. "What…what are
you going to do to me?" Chelsea stammered. She took a few steps back only to
bump into Bra, who was blocking her way.
"Listen up Chelsea," Bra
growled. "This whole date today is a set-up, we wanted to get back to you for
ruining my party."
"What party?" Chelsea asked,
hoping that she could just deny it all.
"Don't play dumb with us!"
Pan stepped forward. "We know that you spiked the drinks."
"Gave me a bottle of vodka
and told me that it was a new fruit drink or something," Marron added.
"Told me that Pan was in the
washroom when it was actually Marron! You knew I was drunk so you just wanted
to mess things up between me and Pan." Trunks grunted.
"But what about what you did
to me today, huh?" Chelsea demanded. "I could just go to the police and charge
you with abuse and stuff. In fact, I think I'll give them a call right now." A
victory smile appeared on Chelsea's lips as she reached into her purse and
grabbed her cell phone.
"I wouldn't do that if I
were you," Bra commented dryly. "Because we have something that you probably
don't want posted all over the internet." She held up the photo of Chelsea
lying on the floor after peeing her pants.
"What the…"Chelsea's eyes
widened.
"Besides, don't forget that
Pan is an expert in martial arts." Marron put in.
Chelsea gnawed on her lips
but she knew that there was nothing she could do anymore. "Fine then Bra," she
said finally. "You win but I want to know one thing," she turned towards Goten.
"If there was no Bra, then do I have a chance with you?"
"You want to kill me?" Bra
yelled in anger.
"I'm just saying 'what if',"
Chelsea mumbled.
All eyes were glued to
Goten, waiting for his response. "Um…" Goten hesitated. He knew that Bra wanted
him to say no and he did want to say no but Chelsea had been fairly nice to
him, doing everything he wanted to do and etc. "No, sorry Chelsea. We're just
too different I guess. But if you were a little nicer then maybe it would work
but…"
A hurt expression crossed
Chelsea's face but she quickly regained her usual cold glare. "All right then,
like I ever want to go out with a...a country bumpkin like you!" she spat out
before running out the door.
"Well," Trunks said after
Chelsea had disappeared out of sight. "Mission completed."
"Not quite." Bra said
slowly. "Marron, someone is waiting for you at Satan Park just by the lake. So
hurry there now."
"What?" Marron frowned.
"Who's that?"
"You'll know when you get
there," Bra said mysteriously. "Now go!" she shoved her blond friend towards
the door.
"Okay then…" Marron answered,
she sounded uncertain about her answer but she started out of the door.
Author's note: Almost
finished! I swear! But who is waiting for Marron? Here's a hint…um, actually I
won't give you any hints. You'll just have to wait for the next chapter to find
out (yes I know I'm evil). ^_^