Break- Chapter 4

By Tanyaneko



Disclaimer: I still don't own anything. Oh well.

A/N: Okay, as I am too lazy at the moment to go online and check the reviews, I'm just going to say thank you to all who reviewed.

I don't know what happened to my prereader, so this hasn't been betaread. *Shrug* Well, what can you do, right? Oh, and sorry it's so short. I've just had midterms all week. I might be brain-dead, I'm not sure yet. Let me get back to ya.



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"Well, if you have an idea, then tell it!" Bra ordered. She huffed impatiently as Trunks decided to take his time. Her brother seemed to enjoy the discomfort she felt at being kept in suspense. "Hurry up or I'll disown you!" she threatened, in that high-pitched voice that really couldn't be healthy for Saiya-jin ears.

"Not if I disown you first!"

"You would not!"

"Would too!"

"Would not!"

"Would too!"

"Not, not, not!"

"Would too, too, too, infinity!"

"Not, not, not infinity plus one, so ha!"

"You can't have infinity plus one! Goten, what do you think?"

It was obvious what was going through his mind as his gaze flickered between Bra and Trunks: girlfriend… best friend… girlfriend… best friend… girlfriend… best friend… girl- ooh, cake! He ignored them both, too naïve to realize he'd suffer afterwards from that decision. (Not only would Bra and Trunks be mad at him, but Bulma baked the cake…)

A few seconds later, the cake was gone and he looked up. "C'mon, Trunks, just tell it!"

"Okay, so here's what we do…"

Midafternoon, the next day…

Trunks hung suspended from a cable outside Pan's window. "Okay, Goten, swing me in. Goten? Goten?!" All of a sudden, Trunks hit the ground with a thud. He sat up, rubbed his head, and glared at the roof. "Goten! What the HFIL is wrong with you? Why'd you drop the rope?"

As Goten and Bra peeked sheepishly over the edge at him, he noticed the lipstick marks on his best friend and his sister's disheveled hair.

He rolled his eyes. "Never mind."

Two hours and 251 thuds later, Trunks got the bowl, replaced it with another crushed-ceramic-filled glass vessel, went to the window, tugged on the rope as a signal, and then jumped out.

…Only to crash to the ground as Goten let go of the rope AGAIN.

"Damn you two!" he yelled and stalked angrily to his car.

When he got back to Capsule Corp., his rage slowly subsided. And as he stared at the small ceramic pile, he couldn't resist a smile. She loved me then. I only hope she still loves me now.

Trunks carefully carried the glass bowl to one of CC's labs. He poured the contents into a container, and painstakingly typed instructions into a computer, double and triple checking to make sure there were no mistakes.

Then he relaxed into a chair and watched over the machine that was slowly reconstructing the symbol of his love. Symbol of her love. And her love is my love. Our love. He smiled. That sounds nice…

Next Chapter: What could possibly go wrong? Yay! Pan's coming back! Huh? What? Bra is a pickpocket? Check back soon! And r/r is always very much appreciated. ^. ~

~Tanyaneko