Disclaimer: Along with all of the usual disclaimers, can disclaim the lateness of this chapter? I would like to place the blame on somebody else in order to avoid the angry mob. (Mob! Ha! I wish! More like angry half dozen! And that's hoping that they haven't forgotten about me!) 

A/N: I would like to place the blame for the lateness of this chapter squarely on the shoulders of Father Time. He did not make enough hours in the day.

A/N2: As I've said before, I am SOOOO sorry about how late this is. I have been experiencing a wee bit of writer's block on a crucial transition point and I have been beyond busy. I don't even know what comes after busy. I started school again (my freshman year of college) and I have a ten-credit class which gives out a butt-load of homework. PLUS I've been working seven days a week for about a month now. It's a damn good thing that I enjoy my job.  I would also like to take this moment to apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I couldn't figure out any good places to break up the rest of my story, so it will all be one long post. It's about seven pages and it will finish off the story. I don't have time to post it now, but I will probably post it later on tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Starting today, I no longer work seven days a week. Enjoy the story and please review!!

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Chapter 5: A Little Rendezvous

A little rendezvous, a little mystery

Bra rushed downstairs to let her mom know that she was leaving with friends and assuring her mother that all of her homework was completed. She only lied a little. Bra then hurried back upstairs to wait. Not long after, she heard a tap on her window. Considering the fact that her room was on the third story, she knew who it had to be. 'Goten must be suppressing his ki so that Dad won't find out. Smart.'


Bra walked over to her window and threw back the curtains to find Goten hovering in mid-air. She struck a pose and all of her preparations were rewarded by the look on Goten's face when he saw what she was wearing: a short gray skirt, a white tube top that ended about halfway down her torso, leaving a good four inches of bare skin, a gray jacket that wasn't much longer, and a pair of provocative yet sensible black heels. 'Sexy yet sophisticated.' Bra had thought. 'Two steps above subtle, but still not obvious.'

When I look at you I think that's just what I need

Goten's jaw was hanging half-way to his knees and his eyes had a glazed look. Bra was almost afraid that he was going to faint. 'He doesn't look too bad himself.' She thought, studying him. Goten was wearing a pair of soft black pants, a black T-shirt, and a red button-down shirt over that. Goten snapped out of his daze and instantly became wary again.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked.

"Of course I'm sure. C'mon Goten, I'll buy you some ice-cream."

Even the promise of food, especially food he didn't have to pay for, wasn't quite enough for Goten to let his guard down. "If your dad catches us…and you're dressed like that…"

"Then I'll bring you ice-cream in the hospital." Growing impatient, Bra grabbed his arm and flew out her window, making sure to keep her ki low so as not to alert her father. After a few seconds of being dragged through the air, Goten shrugged out of Bra's grasp and flew next to her under his own power.

They flew in silence and Goten studied Bra as they went. She seemed tense and distant. And she definitely wasn't her usually talkative self.