Thanks to all those who read and reviewed! Really appreciate it.

Ok, so here's chapter one. Like I've said before, this is 5 years after the prologue. Just so you don't get confused, I'm not going to be reciting dbgt, meaning, this fic is not going to focus on their enemies and stuff. I MIGHT even ignore bebi, super android 17 and the shenlong sagas. It's all about romance, my friend… yep, romance…


Ages:

Pan: 19

Trunks: 33

Bra: 20

Goten: 32


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::::: COFFEE STAINS AND A POCKET-SIZED GRANDPA :::::

"Time's up! Time to go shopping!" Bra exclaimed, pointing to her wristwatch.

Uubu froze in the middle of his sparring match, earning him a hard punch from Pan.

"Hey! Not fair!" Uubu complained.

Pan merely grinned and gave a victory sign. "Grandpa says never lose concentration in a fight… even if there's a screaming banshee around…" she added, sending a look into Bra's direction.

"I HEARD THAT!!!" Bra screeched, rising into the air and heading straight towards the chuckling raven-haired quarter saiyan.

Pan laughed and easily dodged Bra's attack. Over the last 5 years, they had become an inseparable trio, and they had taught each other many things. Pan, courtesy of Bra ofcourse, learned to become less tomboyish, although she still sported her orange bandana trademark. Thanks to her grandfather's training, she had turned super saiyan shortly after Goku came back from training Uubu. Bra learned to fight too, specializing in elbow attacks partly because it turned out to be effective for some reason, but mostly to keep from breaking her acrylic fingernails. She even made it to super saiyan stage with lesser effort due to her dominant saiyan blood. Uubu learned to become less reserved and shy… could even be coaxed into joining the girls in raising havoc once in a while.

Bra suddenly stopped her fruitless attacks and settled well-maintained hands on shapely hips.

"We had a deal, remember? Three hours of sparring, and off we go to the mall!"

Pan put on a puppy-dog face. "Oh, come on Bra! One more hour, please?"

"NO!"

"What's so special about the mall anyway?"

Bra crossed her arms and tapped one foot on the tiled floor. "And what's so special about the gravity room, anyway?" she countered.

"Well the gravity room is where people usually train," Pan retorted.

"And the mall is where people usually shop!" Bra shot back.

"But training is much better than shopping, right Uubu?" Pan complained.

Uubu linked his hands from behind his back, whistled to himself and pretended not to hear.

"No! Shopping is better than training! Right Uubu?!"

Uubu whistled louder. If there was something he was glad to learn over the years, it was not to meddle with Pan and Bra's arguments, all you'd get are purple bruises and broken eardrums.

"Fine then! Let's settle this once and for all!" Pan declared, turning super saiyan.

Bra smirked and turned super herself. "You asked for it."

"Uh-oh, this is not good," Uubu said to himself, wisely getting away from the girls as far as he can.

Pan and Bra glared at each other and took fighting stances.

"Wait! Let me atleast get out of the gravity room first!" Uubu called out, but too late, the girls flew towards each other with lightning speed.

Uubu cringed, waiting for the impact that might surely bring down the whole gravity room, but all that came was…

"PAPER! SCISSOR! ROCK!"

Uubu fainted anime style. He got up in time to hear Bra exclaim, "Scissor cuts paper! I won!"

"Hahah, very funny," Uubu commented sarcastically.

"Fooled yah!" Pan laughed, then her expression turned gloomy. "Looks like I just got us signed a contract for a boring Saturday at the mall though."

"Hey! I won fair and square! So no complaints, please!" Bra bristled.

"Alright, might as well get it over with," Pan sighed. "But it's still gonna be boring though," she added before running out of the door.

"I said no complaints!!!" Bra screamed and chased after Pan.

Pan laughed and prepared for another chase around capsule corp, that is, until she slammed straight into Trunks who was walking down the corridor groggily nursing his mug of morning coffee.

They rolled on the floor in an unrecognizable tangle of limbs. Trunks ended up pinning Pan down on the marble floor.

"H-hot! HOT! HOT!" Pan panted, out of breath.

Trunks immediately brightened.

"Really Pan, you think I'm hot? I never thought you liked me."

"No, you idiot! You're pouring HOT coffee all over me!!! And get off!!!" Pan raged.

For a brief second, disappointment crossed Trunks' features, but was immediately replaced with concern.

"OH! I'm sorry Pan! I'm sorry!" Trunks gasped as he desperately tried to wipe away the warm liquid from Pan's shirt.

Pan gave a yelp when Trunks' hand brushed over her…er… chest.

"Watch where you're touching! You perv!!!" Pan screamed, knocking the wandering hands away with a force that sent Trunks falling back on his rear.

"I am not a pervert! Why do you insist in calling me that?!" Trunks yelled back.

"Because you are! I should sue you for sexual harassment!"

"Sexual harassment?! Don't you mean pedophilia? You're just a kid afterall!"

"UGH! First you knock the wind out of me! Then you pour hot coffee all over me! AND THEN YOU INSULT ME!!!" Pan shrieked, unintentionally turning super saiyan again.

"Now wait a second! You're the one running around like a wild horse!"

"Well you're the one walking around like a dead zombie!"

Uubu slapped his forehead and sweatdropped. "Here we go again," he mumbled. He could never figure out why Trunks and Pan acted like a bucket of firecrackers and a match—you don't mix them together unless you're up for a massive explosion and a never-ending display of fireworks.

"Can't you guys just cut it out? You know, forgive and forget…" Bra said with a sigh, knowing it would never work.

"Actually, that's a good idea," Pan noted thoughtfully.

"NANI?!!!" all three of them said in surprise, eyes bugging out.

Pan turned to Bra and smiled sweetly. "Yeah! May Kami FORGIVE me, and may you FORGET you have a brother coz you won't be having one anymore!!!" That said, Pan launched herself at Trunks and prepared to give him the headlock of his life.

"MOM!!!" Bra screamed.

"Awww! Not fair Bra!" Pan complained.

"Well, you did promise to go with me to the mall! So unless you wanna waste our day listening to Mom's lecture, we better get going!"

"Fine!" Pan snapped and got up, but pouted dismally at her tank top now covered with coffee stains.

Bra grabbed Pan's arm and started walking away. "Come on, I'll lend you a shirt… besides, you can kill my brother later."

"HEY! That's no way to talk about your own brother!" Trunks called out.

Bra only stuck her tongue out and continued walking.

Uubu could only shake his head and follow the girls.

:::::Satan City Mall:::::

"Come on Bra! You dragged us here so you should at least treat us to lunch!" Pan whined.

Bra stopped gawking at a dress and frowned. "I guess I'm kind of hungry too…"

Pan brightened and dragged Bra to a nearby restaurant.

"Hey wait a second! Why does it have to be my treat?" Bra complained, marching regally into the restaurant.

Pan settled herself in a nearby table and motioned for a waiter. "Because last time was my treat! So it's your turn."

Uubu cleared his throat. "It should be my turn this time."

Bra smiled at the chocolate skinned boy. "Nah, don't worry about it Uub. Besides, you're gonna buy us some cotton candies later, right?"

Uubu grinned gratefully; Kami knows he wouldn't be able to afford any meal for two demi-saiyans.

A decent looking waiter smiling cockily at the two girls handed out the menus, but Pan waved her hand.

"Oh, don't bother. I'll have everything on the menu!"

The waiter face-faulted, then laughed. "Hahah, I like sense of humor in a girl, miss. A lovely girl like yourself would never be able to eat that much."

Pan narrowed her eyes and glared. "Now listen, mister. Make that TWO orders of everything on the menu!"

The waiter paled. "Y-you're not kidding, right?"

Pan shook her head and smiled sweetly.

"A-and you miss?" the waiter asked, turning to Bra.

"Oh, I'll have whatever my friend gets," Bra answered, "and don't make a big deal about it," she added.

The waiter nodded numbly and turned to Uubu. "I suppose you want everything too, sir?"

Uubu shook his head. "No, I'll just get hamburger and soda."

The waiter nodded and hurried away.

More than an hour later, Pan slammed her hands on the table and stood up.

"Ugh! This is taking too long! I feel like I'm gonna die of hunger!"

Bra blushed demurely as her stomach gave another loud growl.

"We've been waiting here forever! Where's our food?" Bra asked a passing waitress.

"Er… sorry ma'am. We had a huge order from that crazy boy over there, but we'll take care of your order right away!" The waitress walked away, desperately trying to balance piles of empty plates on her arms.

"Hey guys, look," Uubu said, pointing to a table not too far away.

Pan gasped as she saw a spiky-haired boy almost lost in a pile of plates, eating as if there was no tomorrow.

"Hey! He looks exactly like my uncle Goten when he was young! I saw the pictures," Pan observed, wide-eyed.

"Y-you don't suppose…" Bra whispered.

Pan gave Bra a death glare. "No way! Grandpa would never cheat on grandma, and my dad would never cheat on my mom!"

"Do you think he could be Goten's then?" Bra asked nervously.

Pan grinned, "Now why would that upset you?"

Bra flushed. "I AM NOT UPSET!!! I'm just saying that considering how much that jerk you call uncle dates around like it's going to be the end of the world, I won't be surprised if the whole city is littered with his spawns!"

"Geez Bra, I get the picture. You don't have to elaborate," Pan said dryly.

Just then, the boy looked up and waved. "Hi Panny, Bra, Uubu!"

"He knows us!" Bra gasped.

"His ki feels kind of familiar too," Uubu commented.

"Yhou ghuys um wanna eath um with umh mhe?" the boy called out with a mouthful of food.

"Heck, I'm not gonna wait for a second invitation!" Pan's mouth watered as she moved with saiyan speed, toppling a couple of chairs and tables on her wake.

Bra joined in shortly after and people could only stare as the strange trio ate as if their life depended on it.

Pan sat back and gave a satisfied sigh. "Ah, that was good."

"Yeah! Almost as good as Chichi's cooking!" the boy beamed.

"Hey wait a minute! How do you know my grandma? And how do you know us?" Pan asked.

The boy gave a goofy grin and rubbed the back of his neck-- an all too familiar gesture.

"Heheh, I haven't told you yet, haven't I? I'm your grandfather."

"N-NANI?!!!"

"I'm Son Goku," the boy said simply.

Pan crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make a fool of me?"

"No, I was wished back to this form by the dragonballs."

"The dragonballs?!!!" all three of them echoed.

Pan slumped back on her chair. If it wasn't the case that almost everyone she knew was once dead and was wished back to life by the dragonballs, she would never be able to believe this pint-sized boy claiming to be her grandfather. "W-why?" she croaked.

Goku sighed, "Well, I was sparring with Vegeta in Kami's lookout when this little emperor got hold of the dragonballs and tried to make himself ruler of the world. We stopped him, of course, but he ended up accidentally wishing I was still a boy so he could beat me into a pulp."

"Great… and here I thought this is going to be a boring day," Pan remarked sardonically, "… just great" she added when Trunks and Goten marched into the restaurant with two bimbos clinging like overgrown leeches.

Goten immediately picked up Pan's ki and headed to their table.

"Hi Pan! Bra! Uubu!" he greeted, then stopped on his tracks when his eyes settled on a face that was far too familiar for comfort.

"Hi son!" Goku called back.

"Who-" Goten began, but didn't finish when the girl beside him gasped.

"Goten! Why didn't you tell me you have a son?!"

"I-I d-don't-" Goten stuttered.

"How dare you! I thought you were serious about me? And that little mouse must be the mother!" the girl raged, pointing at Pan.

Trunks choked, from surprise or from laughter, they weren't quite sure, but Pan stood up so quickly the whole table was overturned.

"EXCUSE ME?!!! I happen to be his niece and what you're saying miss, is just plain gross!"

"Oh," the girl said stupidly, then turned to Bra.

"Then you must be the one!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE A MOTHER TO YOU?! AIRHEAD!!!" Bra yelled. They all flinched as the beams of the building shook.

"She's right, Fumie, they don't look like mothers," the blond girl clinging on Trunks' arm put in.

"Wow, atleast she's got enough brains," Pan mumbled under her breath and sat down, only to spring back to her feet when the girl added…

"They're just a couple of kids."

"Kids?!" Pan and Bra shouted in a duet.

"Well yeah… 15-yr olds, no?" the asked in a disgustingly fake sweet voice.

"If you must know, miss, I'm 20," Bra gritted out.

The girl gave a deafening laughter. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just that you two looked too…er… immature for your age."

"That's because we're saiyans," Pan snapped.

"S-saiyans?" both bimbos asked confusedly.

"Yeah, they're alien monsters who like to eat brainless bimbos and hang their skulls in Christmas trees," Pan grinned, eyes glinting as she deliberately tried holding back from turning super saiyan so that her hair flickered black and gold.

"G-Goten-kun… that's not true, is it?" the girl called Fumie stammered as she hid behind Goten.

"Oh, you better believe it," Pan continued. "Say Bra, what was our breakfast today?"

Bra smirked, "Let's see… I believe it was sautéed fillet-o- blonde and broiled air-brains."

Pan's grin widened. "And what are you thinking of right now?"

Bra shrugged. "Oh, I don't know… maybe extra large hambimbos?"

"Trunksie… I'm scared…" the blond girl wrapped her arms around Trunks.

Pan and Bra raised one eyebrow.

"Boo," they said in a toneless dry voice.

"AHHHHHHH!" the ditzy girls screamed and hightailed out of the restaurant—leaving behind a trail of high-heeled sandals and glittering shoes.



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a/n: It took me a while to get this chapter out coz I was a little busy getting my website up. It's not done yet, I only have a few links working for now. It's nothing great, but I would be sooooooo happy if I could post more fanfics on it! So please please please, be kind enough to let me post your fics on my site, pleeeeeeaaaaaasssseeeee? You can email me at spawnofkakarot@hotmail.com. The url of my site is http://www.animecraiz.com. Or if you're feeling kinda lazy like me, just tell me if it's ok, and tell me the title of the fic, and I'll just copy and paste it. And I swear, you have my permission to hunt me down and whack me in the rear if I don't give you credit!!!

Thanks!

--spawnie-chan--