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when you are done! I mean, really, it is QUITE rude to read a story and then not review
it. Here at Fanfiction.net we like to have manners.....

Ok, this one could go anywhere now....

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Where we last left off :
Pan and Goten were told not to associate with the Briefs' anymore. Pan went back
to her room and was surprised to get a call from Bra.....

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi Pan?" asked a voice on the other side of the phone. Pan almost dropped
the phone at the realization that the voice on the other line belonged to
Bra.

Pan looked over in the other direction, double-checking the lock on her door
she eased under her desk and lowered her voice. "Bra? I'm not supposed to talk to you.
How are you? How'd you get a chance to call?..."

"I'm in Trunks's office. I honestly don't know what happened Pan. All I know is that my
dad is pissed...."

"Oh, Bra, I know! My dad is really mad too! He didn't even say what happened! Just
that we're not supposed to talk to you or see you anymore...oh, Bra, that would be
hell....I don't think I can do-" The door creaked open. Pan gasped and dropped the
phone to the floor, and bumped her head while trying to stand up so suddenly. She had
totally forgotten she was under her desk. She looked towards the door frantically, with a
weight in the pit of her stomach, until she saw who it was...

"GOTEN!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Pan," he said, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and giving that
all-too-famous Son smile. Pan let out a sigh of relief and motioned towards the door. He
had come in through the bathroom that joined Goten and Pan's room. He locked it and
walked over to where Pan was under her desk. She picked up the phone again.

"Sorry," Pan said, rubbing her head where she had hit it. "Goten is here now too."

"Pan, who are you on the phone with?," Goten asked.

"Bra. She's calling from Trunks's office." He nodded and picked up the chordless phone
in the bathroom. Pan and Goten shared a phone line, which was mainly used to call
Trunks and Bra. The two were almost like twins, since Gohan had been both a big
brother and father to Goten when Goku wasn't there, and Pan had grown up with Goten
around constantly.

Goten returned, listening to the conversation.

"Bra, tell Trunks to pick up an extension too," Pan said, "then we can all talk."

Bra did, and soon the four were in a 2 hour conversation about what exactly was going
on, though they were all just as clueless as the next.

"Guys, do you think our dads will forget about this anytime soon?," Pan asked sadly. "I
mean....how long can this last?"

"Well....," Trunks said uncertainly, "Let's not forget about that whole pride thing my dad
has going on...." He hesitated for a moment. "I guess this could last a LONG time. I
mean, they *could* just forget about it eventually...because, really, I don't see my dad
apologizing in the near future...or *ever* for that matter."

"Nooo!," Pan wailed. "Noooo....My grandfather said he wanted an apology, Trunks. An
apology! Of COURSE Vegeta isn't going to apologize, you just said so yourself!"

"Are you sure?," Bra, Trunks, and Goten asked in unison.

"Positive." Pan said sighing, "He said he wanted an apology, from *Vegeta*. VEGETA.
That's NOT going to happen!," she wailed again.

"Guys," Goten said suddenly, in a deathly tone of voice, "Pan and I have to go now."

Pan looked at Goten quizzically. "We do?..."

"Yes," Goten said, "We do. I smell dinner. Gohan will be coming up to find us any
minute now."

Pan sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course you smell dinner, Goten." He smiled for a
minute, but then donned a serious face again as he spoke quietly into the mouthpiece.

"Look, we'll see you in school tomorrow, right?"

"Umm, yeah, I guess so," Bra said uncertainly. It wasn't like her father to leave out any
details in his plans...so why hadn't he thought of the fact that Trunks, Goten, Pan, and
herself went to the same school? Trunks was thinking the same thing.

"If not," Trunks began, "Call us...from a pay phone or cell phone - something that can't be
traced by caller IDs, at 6ish...that way my mom is making dinner and my dad is still in the
gravity room."

"Ok, will do," Pan said. Goten was tugging at her arm and looking towards the door
nervously. Pan began peeked at the door too and knew that her father would come knock
any second now. She whispered now, "We'll talk later, I promise! Bye!"

"Bye guys," Trunks and Bra said sadly.

-click-

All too soon the phone conversation was over. Trunks sighed and raked his hand through
his hair, frustrated and tired. Bra looked at the floor for a minute, then finally looked back
up at Trunks, who was staring at his desk blankly.

"Come on, Trunks," Bra said quietly, "Lets go."

"Yeah..." he said sadly. He stood up and got his coat, then opened the door and waited
for Bra to walk through before turning off the lights and locking the door. He sighed
distantly as they walked down Capsule Corp's winding halls. "Bra?," he asked, breaking
the silence.

"Hmm?," she said, staring at the floor as they walked.

"I feel so....empty all of the sudden," Trunks began. "As soon as we hung up the
phone..... damn, Bra this is serious. Things aren't going to be the same if this keeps up."

"I know what you mean Trunks, I feel the same way. We'll try to find out exactly what
happened when we get home."

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AT THE BRIEF'S RESIDENCE - dinner that same night.....

"Veggie, please pass the butter," Bulma said sweetly. Vegeta grumbled something about
being called 'Veggie' and about how she could get her own damn butter, but passed it to
her anyway. Bulma smiled and began to butter a dinner roll.

"Umm, dad?," Bra began nervously, "What did you mean when you came in my room and
hung up on Pan?"

Vegeta looked up suddenly and glared at her. "I meant what I said."

"Vegeta, why did you hang up on Pan?!," Bulma asked, obviously confused because
Vegeta hadn't told her about this.

"Because she's related to that imbecile Kakarot."

"That's not a good enough reason, Vegeta," Bulma said, in a tone suggesting that Vegeta
explain more.

"It's not," Trunks agreed quietly. His soul ached. He wasn't sure why. He had seen
Goten and Pan less than 24 hours ago. It was that strange emptiness, he knew, but why
he felt that emptiness was unknown to him. 'Maybe it's because I know I won't see them
for a while,' he thought. 'But still...its something more....'

"What was that?," Vegeta snapped. It took Trunks a minute to realize his father was
talking to him. He looked up into his father's eyes, and was suddenly filled with rage, and
the courage to oppose him.

"I meant what I said," Trunks said firmly, copying Vegeta's answer. Vegeta narrowed his
eyes at him, but he continued. "It's the stupidest reason I have ever heard of!"

"WELL I DON'T CARE, BOY," Vegeta raged, causing Bulma and Bra's eyes to widen
in fear. "MY REASON IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME! You will NOT see them EVER
again! Is that UNDERSTOOD?!"

Trunks scoffed and left for his room. He knew that it was no use to argue with his father -
he was the most stubborn person Trunks knew. Vegeta sat back down and began to eat
his dinner in silence, and looked up only after Bra had left the table. He looked at her
plate to see that she had finished, and what he saw was a full plate....and a drop of water
on the table. 'A tear? Oh well she'll get over it,' Vegeta thought, still seething in anger.
Bulma just stared at him, thinking that whatever this was he would eventually get over
it...or so she hoped.


BACK AT THE SON RESIDENCE - dinner that same night...

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Oooh, I kind of wrote a lot everyone! Well, there's this thing, called REVIEWING, that
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