"We'll never get home at this rate!" Trunks moaned, glancing at his watch again as Bra and Pan dawdled down the street.
"What's the hurry, Trunksie?" Bra asked as she eyed her older brother curiously. Trunks blushed a little and shrugged,
"Uh, nothing Bra, I just...Want to get home, that's all."
Pan giggled and nudged his shoulder, "Oh really?" She said and turned to Bra, "I'll bet anything that Marron's coming over," Pan smirked with satisfaction when she saw that her comment turned Trunks almost completely red.
Trunks shook his head, "I'm done with being your escourt,"He said aggrivatedly, "Next time, Bra, get Dad to come." And he took to the air.
Bra frowned as her brother flew away in the direction of their home, "I'll never get him!" She sighed, Pan gave her a side-glance,
"He's just a guy, Bra," Pan laughed, "You've gotta admit, though," Pan smirked at her best friend, "Your bro is hott."
Bra laughed at her friends comment, but thought to herself, If only he wasn't my brother...
"Daddy, we're home!" Bra called as she stepped through the open front door. When there was no answer. she turned to Pan, who'd followed, "He must be out training, again, he never stops!" She explained.
Bra walked down the hall to the kitchen, "Trunks?" She said loudly, "Mom?" Bra looked around.
"In here, Bra," Bulma's voice called. Bra and Pan made their way into the living room, where they found Bulma sitting amidst piles of screws and computer parts that she'd dismantled,
"Hey Mom," Bra said as she sat down on the sofa, "Where's Papa and Trunks?" She asked.
Bulma shook her head, "Where do you think your father is? He's out back," Bulma sighed, "Training, as usual."
Bra and Pan laughed, "Trunksie's training too?" Pan asked, a look of shock appeared on her face when
Bulma nodded.
"Marron called and cancelled their date just before Trunks got home," Bulma said, a childish smile danced accross her face.
Bra giggled, "So he did have a date!" She exclaimed.
Just then, Trunks walked into the room, his shirt was torn and there were beads of sweat on his face, "Hey Mom" He said mischeiviously as he started walking towards Bulma,
"Oh no you don't!" She cried and lept out of his reach, "Get your sweaty self away from me, young man," Bulma laughed, "Go take a shower!"
"Aw Mom," Bra giggled as she went over to Trunks and wrapped her arms around his middle, "It's not that bad!"
Trunks laughed and swept his sister up in his arms, spinning around.
"What's going on?" And aggrivated voice asked from the doorway, "Trunks! What are you doing to your sister, boy!?"
Trunks released his grip on Bra and backed away a little.
"Papa!" Bra scolded Vegeta as her hands flew to her hips and she frowned, "Papa, we were just having some fun!"
Vegeta shrugged, "Hah, fun!" He growled.
Bra smiled angelically at her father and hugged him tightly, "Yes, fun." She said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma groaned, "Can't you just leave them alone? They're kids!" She exclaimed.
Trunks smiled greatfully at his mother and sister.
"Wipe that smile of your face, boy!" Vegeta roared.
"Darn it, Vegeta!" Bulma said loudly, "Come help me finish the laundry." She demanded. A grumbling Vegeta followed her out of the room.
Pan fell to the floor, laughing.
Bra sighed.
Trunks shook his head, "Thanks, sis."
"What's the hurry, Trunksie?" Bra asked as she eyed her older brother curiously. Trunks blushed a little and shrugged,
"Uh, nothing Bra, I just...Want to get home, that's all."
Pan giggled and nudged his shoulder, "Oh really?" She said and turned to Bra, "I'll bet anything that Marron's coming over," Pan smirked with satisfaction when she saw that her comment turned Trunks almost completely red.
Trunks shook his head, "I'm done with being your escourt,"He said aggrivatedly, "Next time, Bra, get Dad to come." And he took to the air.
Bra frowned as her brother flew away in the direction of their home, "I'll never get him!" She sighed, Pan gave her a side-glance,
"He's just a guy, Bra," Pan laughed, "You've gotta admit, though," Pan smirked at her best friend, "Your bro is hott."
Bra laughed at her friends comment, but thought to herself, If only he wasn't my brother...
"Daddy, we're home!" Bra called as she stepped through the open front door. When there was no answer. she turned to Pan, who'd followed, "He must be out training, again, he never stops!" She explained.
Bra walked down the hall to the kitchen, "Trunks?" She said loudly, "Mom?" Bra looked around.
"In here, Bra," Bulma's voice called. Bra and Pan made their way into the living room, where they found Bulma sitting amidst piles of screws and computer parts that she'd dismantled,
"Hey Mom," Bra said as she sat down on the sofa, "Where's Papa and Trunks?" She asked.
Bulma shook her head, "Where do you think your father is? He's out back," Bulma sighed, "Training, as usual."
Bra and Pan laughed, "Trunksie's training too?" Pan asked, a look of shock appeared on her face when
Bulma nodded.
"Marron called and cancelled their date just before Trunks got home," Bulma said, a childish smile danced accross her face.
Bra giggled, "So he did have a date!" She exclaimed.
Just then, Trunks walked into the room, his shirt was torn and there were beads of sweat on his face, "Hey Mom" He said mischeiviously as he started walking towards Bulma,
"Oh no you don't!" She cried and lept out of his reach, "Get your sweaty self away from me, young man," Bulma laughed, "Go take a shower!"
"Aw Mom," Bra giggled as she went over to Trunks and wrapped her arms around his middle, "It's not that bad!"
Trunks laughed and swept his sister up in his arms, spinning around.
"What's going on?" And aggrivated voice asked from the doorway, "Trunks! What are you doing to your sister, boy!?"
Trunks released his grip on Bra and backed away a little.
"Papa!" Bra scolded Vegeta as her hands flew to her hips and she frowned, "Papa, we were just having some fun!"
Vegeta shrugged, "Hah, fun!" He growled.
Bra smiled angelically at her father and hugged him tightly, "Yes, fun." She said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma groaned, "Can't you just leave them alone? They're kids!" She exclaimed.
Trunks smiled greatfully at his mother and sister.
"Wipe that smile of your face, boy!" Vegeta roared.
"Darn it, Vegeta!" Bulma said loudly, "Come help me finish the laundry." She demanded. A grumbling Vegeta followed her out of the room.
Pan fell to the floor, laughing.
Bra sighed.
Trunks shook his head, "Thanks, sis."