Next chapter. Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find a good way to
end this chapter… la la la. Hopefully the next one will be out soon!
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"Hey baby sister…" Trunks said as he approached Bra from behind.
"What?" Bra responded, not even bothering to turn away from her computer screen.
"Want to go out to lunch? My treat."
"No."
"Why not?" He prodded his little sister with questions.
"Because I said so."
"Bra…"
"Trunks…"
"Please?"
"I'm busy."
"Not anymore." Trunks took a hold of the back of Bra's spinny chair and spun her around.
"TRUNKS!" She glared at him as he took her hand and dragged her out of the building.
~ * * * ~
"So, what're you going to have?" Trunks asked as the two walked down to The Famous Deli. Bra grunted and didn't respond. When they got there, Bra could've sworn that out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar orange bandana through the window.
"Is that Pan?" She murmured thoughtfully. Trunks didn't give her a chance to respond: He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.
When they were in, Bra looked over to where she thought she had seen Pan.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?!" She shouted, when, sure enough, it was Pan sitting there – and Goten was right across from her. She spun around to leave, but Trunks' strong hand on her shoulder held her in place.
"Not this time. You're staying."
"HER?!" Bra could hear Goten shout from across the room. He shot up in anger and started to move away, but Pan blocked him.
"The both of you just need to calm down and talk!" She insisted.
"I'm out of here, so let go of me!" Bra demanded.
"Don't make a scene."
"I will if I want to!"
"Fine, have it your way." Trunks hauled her up by her waist and took her over to the table. Bra kicked and screamed the entire way.
"OW!" He shouted as she bit him.
"LET GO OF ME!" Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed everyone in the Deli was staring at them. 'Oh well, maybe they'll think he's raping me and call the cops!' Apparently Trunks saw them too, for he blushed a crimson shade and laughed nervously.
"She's my little sister." He said. An old, decrepit man cocked an eyebrow and shot Trunks a 'Yeah, right' glare.
"STOP MOLESTING ME!" She continued hollering.
"Shut up, Bra!" A few gasps were heard from their audience.
"Did he just say 'Give me your bra?!'" One woman said in a horrified tone. Trunks finally got Bra to the table and shoved her in a seat. Pan had tied Goten's arms to the chair and stood over him, making sure he couldn't move.
"Now, we'll be supervising. TALK." Pan demanded.
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"Hey baby sister…" Trunks said as he approached Bra from behind.
"What?" Bra responded, not even bothering to turn away from her computer screen.
"Want to go out to lunch? My treat."
"No."
"Why not?" He prodded his little sister with questions.
"Because I said so."
"Bra…"
"Trunks…"
"Please?"
"I'm busy."
"Not anymore." Trunks took a hold of the back of Bra's spinny chair and spun her around.
"TRUNKS!" She glared at him as he took her hand and dragged her out of the building.
~ * * * ~
"So, what're you going to have?" Trunks asked as the two walked down to The Famous Deli. Bra grunted and didn't respond. When they got there, Bra could've sworn that out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar orange bandana through the window.
"Is that Pan?" She murmured thoughtfully. Trunks didn't give her a chance to respond: He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.
When they were in, Bra looked over to where she thought she had seen Pan.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?!" She shouted, when, sure enough, it was Pan sitting there – and Goten was right across from her. She spun around to leave, but Trunks' strong hand on her shoulder held her in place.
"Not this time. You're staying."
"HER?!" Bra could hear Goten shout from across the room. He shot up in anger and started to move away, but Pan blocked him.
"The both of you just need to calm down and talk!" She insisted.
"I'm out of here, so let go of me!" Bra demanded.
"Don't make a scene."
"I will if I want to!"
"Fine, have it your way." Trunks hauled her up by her waist and took her over to the table. Bra kicked and screamed the entire way.
"OW!" He shouted as she bit him.
"LET GO OF ME!" Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed everyone in the Deli was staring at them. 'Oh well, maybe they'll think he's raping me and call the cops!' Apparently Trunks saw them too, for he blushed a crimson shade and laughed nervously.
"She's my little sister." He said. An old, decrepit man cocked an eyebrow and shot Trunks a 'Yeah, right' glare.
"STOP MOLESTING ME!" She continued hollering.
"Shut up, Bra!" A few gasps were heard from their audience.
"Did he just say 'Give me your bra?!'" One woman said in a horrified tone. Trunks finally got Bra to the table and shoved her in a seat. Pan had tied Goten's arms to the chair and stood over him, making sure he couldn't move.
"Now, we'll be supervising. TALK." Pan demanded.