Title: Oh, God, I'm Blushing!
Author: RaliNeoBlade
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Okay, so here's the next chapter of OGIM!!!! Aren't all just so excited?! Well, I hope so. I'd like to thank maria, meiyume, allusions of mist, shey, Ledophole, ?????, Bunny, Aurora, ills, kay, and MoonSparkle for reviewing the first chapter. Now, onto the writing!!! *….* is for emphasis, and _…._ is for thinking.
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"Oh, my gosh, *Gohan*!" Videl put her hand to her mouth and gasped. Gohan turned away from his conversation with Yamucha, Tien, and Chaotzu, and hurried to his wife.
"What's wrong, Videl?" he asked, concerned.
"We forgot to tell Pan about the party!" she answered, horrified. "She's probably knocking on the front door at home right now, wondering where we are!"
Gohan went white, and opened his mouth, about to say something, when the sound of laughing was heard in the entryway. He and Videl turned, and saw Pan, pale but giggling, clutching Trunks' arm in an effort to stay standing. Trunks was laughing, too, and his face was flushed from exertion.
"N-no need to worry, Mom, Dad," Pan managed, dropping into one of the chairs that lined the living room where everyone, (Kuririn, his wife Juuhachigou, his daughter Marron, also Pan's age, Bulma, Vegeta, Bra, Tenshinhan, Chaotzu, Ox-King, Chichi, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Videl, Piccolo, Master Roshi, Mr. Satan, and Yamucha,) were chatting. (That excludes, of course, Piccolo and Vegeta, who were staging a fierce argument about whether the Galic Gun or the Special Beam Cannon was a more powerful attack.)
Pan then turned to Trunks, who had sat down next to her, still chuckling slightly, and exclaimed, "You coulda been a bit more careful, Trunks! I swear! I think we musta nearly missed all the cats in the neighborhood!"
"Yeah, right, Pan! Who was the one yelling, 'Go faster, faster!'?" (A/N: You hentai's!! Not like THAT!!!)
Everyone in the room was silent, even Vegeta and Piccolo, and were staring at the two of them.
Trunks and Pan looked up at the same time and both asked, "What?"
Everyone laughed and went back to talking, save Gohan and Videl. They both came up to Pan and apologized.
"Sorry, Pan, honey. We were so busy planning Bra's party that we forgot to tell you!" Gohan gushed over and over again.
"By the way, Pan, how get here? And find out about the party, for that matter?" Videl inquired.
"Well, I was at the park, about to head home, when Trunks pulled up and asked why I wasn't already at the party," Pan explained. "I asked what party, and he told me about it, and brought me here."
"Oh." Gohan blinked, then turned to Trunks, smiling. "Thanks for bringing Pan, Trunks. We'd be in a fix if you hadn't."
"No, problem at all, really," Trunks assured Pan's parents. "It was fun, actually. I'd be glad to do it again."
Pan turned away to hide her blushing face, and heard her mother say, "Well, now that you mention it, Gohan and I are going to be at an astronomy convention this Friday. Do you think Pan could stay here?"
Now *Trunks* blinked.
"Uh, shouldn't you be asking my mom about that?" he asked. Pan turned back toward them.
"Bulma's coming with us; she wants to check out the telescope, and she's going to be dragging Vegeta along..." Gohan ticked off on his fingers.
Trunks grinned slightly. "I bet Dad won't like that," he remarked, as Gohan continued counting off the rest of the Z gang, the only people he would entrust his daughter to for the rest of the day after school ended.
"Bra wanted to go with Bulma and Vegeta, Father and Goten are gonna be going up to train at Dende's palace, Mom and Grandpa are having tea with Mom's friend, that'll take all day, *I* should know...Kuririn promised to take Marron and Juuhachi shopping, Piccolo's going to train, Yamucha got a baseball game, Mr. Satan in a funk without Buu, he'd get careless,-"
"Hey!" Videl stuck in.
"And Lunch has got a cold, she'll have Tenshinhan and Chaotzu tied up keeping her in line when she transforms with each sneeze," Gohan finished. "You're the only one left, Trunks."
"I'm eighteen, Dad!" Pan cried. "I'm old enough to be by myself!" Gohan disagreed to this, as Pan knew he would, but she purposely didn't put up much of a fight. She really wanted to spend some more time with Trunks, (A/N: Preferably *alone* with him, which says a lot about her feelings for him, I think.)
"I'll have to check my schedule..." Trunks said, dubiously, then ran down the hall and up the stairs into his home office. As soon as he was out of sight of the others, though, he smiled. He went into his office and didn't even check his scheduler.
"One...two...three..." he counted, making sure he waited before going back down. Then he galloped down the stairs, back to where Gohan, Videl, and Pan were waiting.
"Fine by me," he announced, grinning. "It's a free day."
Pan smiled.
"So are you going to pick Pan up after school, then bring her back here?" Gohan asked, wanting to be positive that his daughter was going to be one hundred percent safe.
"Yeah, I guess," Trunks answered casually. "Maybe we could go to the park or something, too. Rollerblade, or what-not."
Pan nodded excitedly, went slightly red, and made a mental note to polish her rollerblades. Gohan and Videl wandered away to tell Bulma, and Trunks started a discussion with Yamucha about this baseball season.
Pan stood there for a few seconds, then Bra and Marron came up to her.
"What'd you get me?" Bra demanded, coiling a strand of blue hair around her finger anxiously.
Pan opened her mouth, then realized that she didn't know what Trunks was going to let her give Bra. She grinned sheepishly, and shook her head.
"You won't know until you've opened it," she teased, then added to herself, _And neither will I._
"You were just talking to Trunks, weren't you?" Marron butted in, hopping in place and bouncing her blond hair.
"Well, yeah. What of it?" Pan asked.
"Then enough stalling, and dish out some details," Marron ordered. Pan was confused.
"What?"
"What's going on between you and my brother?" Bra clarified. Pan's face burned.
"Nothing!"
"Oh yeah?" Marron countered. "Then what did I hear about you and him spending Friday afternoon together? *Alone*? Doesn't sound like nothing to me."
Pan flushed further. "That's only because everyone else is busy, and Dad won't let me be by myself! Trunks was the only Z member left, so my parents asked him if I could stay here!"
"Oh?" Marron asked suspiciously, lifting an eyebrow. "And just what did he do in *answer* to that question?"
"Well, he, he kind of stuttered and muttered something about checking his schedule..." Pan answered, stumbling, and knowing that her face must be redder than ever.
"Then he went upstairs to check, and came back down, and said it was fine, tomorrow was a clear day," she finished.
"Ha!" Bra hissed. Pan looked at her in surprise. "Ha! Ah-HAH! I knew he'd slip up! I'll bet you anything that he didn't even check his calendar! I happen to know for a *fact* that Trunks has an important employee meeting tomorrow with the heads of all our franchises! And that would last until *after* you'd gotten out of school, Pan!"
"You mean..." Pan started, realization and hope dawning on her face, "that he faked it, just for *me*?!"
"Yup!" Marron stated proudly. "That's what we've been trying to get you to work out on your own. It's so painfully *obvious* that he likes you!"
"Really?" Pan asked excitedly, blushing anew. "Do you really think so? I mean-" Then her eyes widened, narrowed, and she cried, "Wa-a-a-ait a minute!"
Marron and Bra looked innocently at her. "What?" they inquired in unison.
"What makes you think that I'm interested in Trunks as anything more than a friend and fellow Z member? For all you to know, we're just friends!" Pan accused them, sticking her finger in their faces.
Bra and Marron looked at each other, giggled, then Bra replied, "It's easy to see through all your tough-girlishness if we know you well enough, Pan..."
Then Marron continued, "We've suspected it for a while, now...what with all your constant daydreaming about 'something,' and you blushing whenever Trunks' mentioned, and leaping at the chance to do anything that involves him..."
Pan's mouth fell open. Was it really so obvious??!
"But our suspicions were only completely confirmed a few minutes ago when you were talking with Gohan," Bra went on. "We know you, Pan, and therefore we know that you're as argumentative and stubborn as hell, and would normally debated with your mom or dad against anything you knew was unreasonable, like not being able to stay home alone when you were already *eighteen*..."
"We also know, and we know you do, too, that your dad would have given in and let you stay home alone if you had fought a little harder, and you normally would have, if it hadn't involved *Trunks*. So then we knew for sure that you wanted to spend a little -erhm!- 'quality' time with him," Marron concluded, grinning evilly.
Pan looked at the floor, shamefaced.
"Well, so what if I like him?" she demanded. "You *know* that every woman who works at Capsule Corp., and any other girl that's ever seen him, for that matter...has a crush on him!"
"*I* don't," Marron stated, matter-of-factly. "At least, not anymore. We both thought it was for the best when we broke up. You, know, we agreed and all." Pan remembered the short time Trunks and Marron had gone out. It had only been for about two weeks, but they'd been really serious about each other.
"O-kay..." Pan drawled, eyeing Marron, then turned back to Bra. "Soooo, you really think he likes me? I mean, no *way* he likes me. He has all those pretty ladies fawning over him day and night, why would he like *me*?"
"You've never seen him at work, have you?" Bra questioned. Pan slowly shook her head. Bra nodded, satisfied. "He *hates* how all the people treat him there, you know, 'Would you like a cup of coffee, Mister Briefs?' 'Right away, Mister Briefs!' 'Of course, Mister Briefs,' and all that. He can't stand an office job, and, on more than one occasion, has escaped by flying out the window. That is, until Mom boarded it up." Bra giggled.
"He's also uncomfortable, (and disgusted,) with how all his female secretaries and treasurers and people always come really close to him, sticking their chests in his face and trying to score on him," Bra finished.
"They do that!?" Pan asked, shocked.
Bra nodded, then sighed. "You don't know what a burden it is to have such a seemingly attractive brother. Girls and women always coming up to me when he's not around and trying to get me to deliver a love note, and what- not."
"You shouldn't be worrying about that kind of stuff now, Bra! It's your birthday," Pan laughed.
"No! I *want* to discuss this!" Bra insisted. "As long as Trunks doesn't have a girlfriend I'm going to keep getting bombarded! It's such a nuisance! You two are going to get together sometime, anyway, since you both like each other, so I figure it'll be doing all of us a ton of good if I work to make it happen as soon as possible."
Pan looked at Bra for a long moment with a serious expression on her face, then asked, "You can't *really* tell if he likes me, you know. Besides with the schedule thing, what proof do you have? That isn't even very good proof. The meeting might have been canceled, or something. How do you know?"
"Well," Bra admitted, "it's really just a huge hunch. Trunks won't even *talk* to me if it involves himself and a girl. He's always willing to do anything with you, though, and he always seems really happy when he's with you. He doesn't exactly *blush* whenever you're mentioned, but he definitely reddens and steers the topic away. Why are you so eager not to believe it, Pan? Do you actually *not* like him, or what?"
"NO!" Pan blushed. "I like him! I really, really like him! I-I just don't want to tell him that, and then have him tell me that he doesn't feel the same. I'd just die."
"No fear of that," Marron assured her. "We've got our top agents on this case, and we're 100% sure that he likes you, too."
Pan nodded and smiled, sincerely hoping that Marron was right, and also *really* hoping that she was joking about the 'best agents' part. She didn't want anyone else to know about this.
Just then, Bulma went to the front of the room, waving her hands and jumping up and down to get everyone's attention.
"All right! All right! Quiet, now!" Once satisfied that everyone was listening, she went on, "In case anyone didn't know, Bra's presents go on the sofa in the corner over there...Okay, everyone! Here's the layout! First, we're going to have dinner, huge portions, all, then Bra's cake, (don't worry, all you Saiya-jins, I made sure it's at least six square feet, so there'll be enough for everyone...) and after that, the presents! Okay! The robots should be wheeling out the banquet just about now..."
And sure enough, two semi-human looking grey robots came wheeling out table after table of delicious foods. There had to be an enormous amounts of food, because all seven of the Saiya-jin ate ten times the amount a normal human would. (This was true for Bra, too, even though she wasn't a fighter like all the others.)
Pan spent dinner chatting with Bra and Marron about what Bra wanted to get, and what had been happening with all of them lately, but she slipped away to talk with Trunks when Marron was complaining about Bra's sixth helpings.
RaliNeoBlade: Well, well, well. Bra and Marron have found out that Pan likes Trunks! Are they right, and does he like her too? Will Pan confront him about it? Will she be able to keep herself from blushing?! Will the author ever shut up and get on with the next chapter???!!!! Keep waiting for the next chapter of OGIM!!!
Rali: So, how was that? Mushy enough? Am I gonna get any reviews for this chapter? ::puppy eyes:: P-please??? Oh, and again, RATE this story from 1- 10 on how good you think it was!! REVIEW!!!
Author: RaliNeoBlade
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Okay, so here's the next chapter of OGIM!!!! Aren't all just so excited?! Well, I hope so. I'd like to thank maria, meiyume, allusions of mist, shey, Ledophole, ?????, Bunny, Aurora, ills, kay, and MoonSparkle for reviewing the first chapter. Now, onto the writing!!! *….* is for emphasis, and _…._ is for thinking.
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"Oh, my gosh, *Gohan*!" Videl put her hand to her mouth and gasped. Gohan turned away from his conversation with Yamucha, Tien, and Chaotzu, and hurried to his wife.
"What's wrong, Videl?" he asked, concerned.
"We forgot to tell Pan about the party!" she answered, horrified. "She's probably knocking on the front door at home right now, wondering where we are!"
Gohan went white, and opened his mouth, about to say something, when the sound of laughing was heard in the entryway. He and Videl turned, and saw Pan, pale but giggling, clutching Trunks' arm in an effort to stay standing. Trunks was laughing, too, and his face was flushed from exertion.
"N-no need to worry, Mom, Dad," Pan managed, dropping into one of the chairs that lined the living room where everyone, (Kuririn, his wife Juuhachigou, his daughter Marron, also Pan's age, Bulma, Vegeta, Bra, Tenshinhan, Chaotzu, Ox-King, Chichi, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Videl, Piccolo, Master Roshi, Mr. Satan, and Yamucha,) were chatting. (That excludes, of course, Piccolo and Vegeta, who were staging a fierce argument about whether the Galic Gun or the Special Beam Cannon was a more powerful attack.)
Pan then turned to Trunks, who had sat down next to her, still chuckling slightly, and exclaimed, "You coulda been a bit more careful, Trunks! I swear! I think we musta nearly missed all the cats in the neighborhood!"
"Yeah, right, Pan! Who was the one yelling, 'Go faster, faster!'?" (A/N: You hentai's!! Not like THAT!!!)
Everyone in the room was silent, even Vegeta and Piccolo, and were staring at the two of them.
Trunks and Pan looked up at the same time and both asked, "What?"
Everyone laughed and went back to talking, save Gohan and Videl. They both came up to Pan and apologized.
"Sorry, Pan, honey. We were so busy planning Bra's party that we forgot to tell you!" Gohan gushed over and over again.
"By the way, Pan, how get here? And find out about the party, for that matter?" Videl inquired.
"Well, I was at the park, about to head home, when Trunks pulled up and asked why I wasn't already at the party," Pan explained. "I asked what party, and he told me about it, and brought me here."
"Oh." Gohan blinked, then turned to Trunks, smiling. "Thanks for bringing Pan, Trunks. We'd be in a fix if you hadn't."
"No, problem at all, really," Trunks assured Pan's parents. "It was fun, actually. I'd be glad to do it again."
Pan turned away to hide her blushing face, and heard her mother say, "Well, now that you mention it, Gohan and I are going to be at an astronomy convention this Friday. Do you think Pan could stay here?"
Now *Trunks* blinked.
"Uh, shouldn't you be asking my mom about that?" he asked. Pan turned back toward them.
"Bulma's coming with us; she wants to check out the telescope, and she's going to be dragging Vegeta along..." Gohan ticked off on his fingers.
Trunks grinned slightly. "I bet Dad won't like that," he remarked, as Gohan continued counting off the rest of the Z gang, the only people he would entrust his daughter to for the rest of the day after school ended.
"Bra wanted to go with Bulma and Vegeta, Father and Goten are gonna be going up to train at Dende's palace, Mom and Grandpa are having tea with Mom's friend, that'll take all day, *I* should know...Kuririn promised to take Marron and Juuhachi shopping, Piccolo's going to train, Yamucha got a baseball game, Mr. Satan in a funk without Buu, he'd get careless,-"
"Hey!" Videl stuck in.
"And Lunch has got a cold, she'll have Tenshinhan and Chaotzu tied up keeping her in line when she transforms with each sneeze," Gohan finished. "You're the only one left, Trunks."
"I'm eighteen, Dad!" Pan cried. "I'm old enough to be by myself!" Gohan disagreed to this, as Pan knew he would, but she purposely didn't put up much of a fight. She really wanted to spend some more time with Trunks, (A/N: Preferably *alone* with him, which says a lot about her feelings for him, I think.)
"I'll have to check my schedule..." Trunks said, dubiously, then ran down the hall and up the stairs into his home office. As soon as he was out of sight of the others, though, he smiled. He went into his office and didn't even check his scheduler.
"One...two...three..." he counted, making sure he waited before going back down. Then he galloped down the stairs, back to where Gohan, Videl, and Pan were waiting.
"Fine by me," he announced, grinning. "It's a free day."
Pan smiled.
"So are you going to pick Pan up after school, then bring her back here?" Gohan asked, wanting to be positive that his daughter was going to be one hundred percent safe.
"Yeah, I guess," Trunks answered casually. "Maybe we could go to the park or something, too. Rollerblade, or what-not."
Pan nodded excitedly, went slightly red, and made a mental note to polish her rollerblades. Gohan and Videl wandered away to tell Bulma, and Trunks started a discussion with Yamucha about this baseball season.
Pan stood there for a few seconds, then Bra and Marron came up to her.
"What'd you get me?" Bra demanded, coiling a strand of blue hair around her finger anxiously.
Pan opened her mouth, then realized that she didn't know what Trunks was going to let her give Bra. She grinned sheepishly, and shook her head.
"You won't know until you've opened it," she teased, then added to herself, _And neither will I._
"You were just talking to Trunks, weren't you?" Marron butted in, hopping in place and bouncing her blond hair.
"Well, yeah. What of it?" Pan asked.
"Then enough stalling, and dish out some details," Marron ordered. Pan was confused.
"What?"
"What's going on between you and my brother?" Bra clarified. Pan's face burned.
"Nothing!"
"Oh yeah?" Marron countered. "Then what did I hear about you and him spending Friday afternoon together? *Alone*? Doesn't sound like nothing to me."
Pan flushed further. "That's only because everyone else is busy, and Dad won't let me be by myself! Trunks was the only Z member left, so my parents asked him if I could stay here!"
"Oh?" Marron asked suspiciously, lifting an eyebrow. "And just what did he do in *answer* to that question?"
"Well, he, he kind of stuttered and muttered something about checking his schedule..." Pan answered, stumbling, and knowing that her face must be redder than ever.
"Then he went upstairs to check, and came back down, and said it was fine, tomorrow was a clear day," she finished.
"Ha!" Bra hissed. Pan looked at her in surprise. "Ha! Ah-HAH! I knew he'd slip up! I'll bet you anything that he didn't even check his calendar! I happen to know for a *fact* that Trunks has an important employee meeting tomorrow with the heads of all our franchises! And that would last until *after* you'd gotten out of school, Pan!"
"You mean..." Pan started, realization and hope dawning on her face, "that he faked it, just for *me*?!"
"Yup!" Marron stated proudly. "That's what we've been trying to get you to work out on your own. It's so painfully *obvious* that he likes you!"
"Really?" Pan asked excitedly, blushing anew. "Do you really think so? I mean-" Then her eyes widened, narrowed, and she cried, "Wa-a-a-ait a minute!"
Marron and Bra looked innocently at her. "What?" they inquired in unison.
"What makes you think that I'm interested in Trunks as anything more than a friend and fellow Z member? For all you to know, we're just friends!" Pan accused them, sticking her finger in their faces.
Bra and Marron looked at each other, giggled, then Bra replied, "It's easy to see through all your tough-girlishness if we know you well enough, Pan..."
Then Marron continued, "We've suspected it for a while, now...what with all your constant daydreaming about 'something,' and you blushing whenever Trunks' mentioned, and leaping at the chance to do anything that involves him..."
Pan's mouth fell open. Was it really so obvious??!
"But our suspicions were only completely confirmed a few minutes ago when you were talking with Gohan," Bra went on. "We know you, Pan, and therefore we know that you're as argumentative and stubborn as hell, and would normally debated with your mom or dad against anything you knew was unreasonable, like not being able to stay home alone when you were already *eighteen*..."
"We also know, and we know you do, too, that your dad would have given in and let you stay home alone if you had fought a little harder, and you normally would have, if it hadn't involved *Trunks*. So then we knew for sure that you wanted to spend a little -erhm!- 'quality' time with him," Marron concluded, grinning evilly.
Pan looked at the floor, shamefaced.
"Well, so what if I like him?" she demanded. "You *know* that every woman who works at Capsule Corp., and any other girl that's ever seen him, for that matter...has a crush on him!"
"*I* don't," Marron stated, matter-of-factly. "At least, not anymore. We both thought it was for the best when we broke up. You, know, we agreed and all." Pan remembered the short time Trunks and Marron had gone out. It had only been for about two weeks, but they'd been really serious about each other.
"O-kay..." Pan drawled, eyeing Marron, then turned back to Bra. "Soooo, you really think he likes me? I mean, no *way* he likes me. He has all those pretty ladies fawning over him day and night, why would he like *me*?"
"You've never seen him at work, have you?" Bra questioned. Pan slowly shook her head. Bra nodded, satisfied. "He *hates* how all the people treat him there, you know, 'Would you like a cup of coffee, Mister Briefs?' 'Right away, Mister Briefs!' 'Of course, Mister Briefs,' and all that. He can't stand an office job, and, on more than one occasion, has escaped by flying out the window. That is, until Mom boarded it up." Bra giggled.
"He's also uncomfortable, (and disgusted,) with how all his female secretaries and treasurers and people always come really close to him, sticking their chests in his face and trying to score on him," Bra finished.
"They do that!?" Pan asked, shocked.
Bra nodded, then sighed. "You don't know what a burden it is to have such a seemingly attractive brother. Girls and women always coming up to me when he's not around and trying to get me to deliver a love note, and what- not."
"You shouldn't be worrying about that kind of stuff now, Bra! It's your birthday," Pan laughed.
"No! I *want* to discuss this!" Bra insisted. "As long as Trunks doesn't have a girlfriend I'm going to keep getting bombarded! It's such a nuisance! You two are going to get together sometime, anyway, since you both like each other, so I figure it'll be doing all of us a ton of good if I work to make it happen as soon as possible."
Pan looked at Bra for a long moment with a serious expression on her face, then asked, "You can't *really* tell if he likes me, you know. Besides with the schedule thing, what proof do you have? That isn't even very good proof. The meeting might have been canceled, or something. How do you know?"
"Well," Bra admitted, "it's really just a huge hunch. Trunks won't even *talk* to me if it involves himself and a girl. He's always willing to do anything with you, though, and he always seems really happy when he's with you. He doesn't exactly *blush* whenever you're mentioned, but he definitely reddens and steers the topic away. Why are you so eager not to believe it, Pan? Do you actually *not* like him, or what?"
"NO!" Pan blushed. "I like him! I really, really like him! I-I just don't want to tell him that, and then have him tell me that he doesn't feel the same. I'd just die."
"No fear of that," Marron assured her. "We've got our top agents on this case, and we're 100% sure that he likes you, too."
Pan nodded and smiled, sincerely hoping that Marron was right, and also *really* hoping that she was joking about the 'best agents' part. She didn't want anyone else to know about this.
Just then, Bulma went to the front of the room, waving her hands and jumping up and down to get everyone's attention.
"All right! All right! Quiet, now!" Once satisfied that everyone was listening, she went on, "In case anyone didn't know, Bra's presents go on the sofa in the corner over there...Okay, everyone! Here's the layout! First, we're going to have dinner, huge portions, all, then Bra's cake, (don't worry, all you Saiya-jins, I made sure it's at least six square feet, so there'll be enough for everyone...) and after that, the presents! Okay! The robots should be wheeling out the banquet just about now..."
And sure enough, two semi-human looking grey robots came wheeling out table after table of delicious foods. There had to be an enormous amounts of food, because all seven of the Saiya-jin ate ten times the amount a normal human would. (This was true for Bra, too, even though she wasn't a fighter like all the others.)
Pan spent dinner chatting with Bra and Marron about what Bra wanted to get, and what had been happening with all of them lately, but she slipped away to talk with Trunks when Marron was complaining about Bra's sixth helpings.
RaliNeoBlade: Well, well, well. Bra and Marron have found out that Pan likes Trunks! Are they right, and does he like her too? Will Pan confront him about it? Will she be able to keep herself from blushing?! Will the author ever shut up and get on with the next chapter???!!!! Keep waiting for the next chapter of OGIM!!!
Rali: So, how was that? Mushy enough? Am I gonna get any reviews for this chapter? ::puppy eyes:: P-please??? Oh, and again, RATE this story from 1- 10 on how good you think it was!! REVIEW!!!