Sorry this took so long to continue. I sort of, well, forgot about it for a
while. Well, yeah, here's the next chapter! I hate Microsoft Word - it
turns everything into one paragraph when on FF.N -_-*
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It didn't take long for wedding bells to ding and birdseed to be bought. Pan and Trunks, though still adapting to one another, had even started living together. However, Bra and Goten hadn't even so much as spoken since their heart-to-heart a couple of months prior.
Everything was being arranged by Chi-Chi and Bulma, so Bra focused on her work, becoming more absorbed in it than ever before. Her dedication began to worry herself, but she was convinced that it was all for the better.
Her mind fluttered around the idea of why she worked so much as she finished jotting down what she would need to do the next day at the office when the sudden ringing of her telephone interrupted her thoughts.
"Bra Briefs, how can I help you?"
"You're not at the office Bra, you can be informal." Bra blushed. She'd completely forgotten that she was sitting at home in her comfortable canopy bed.
"Sorry, Panny, I'm just sidetracked. I guess I forgot."
"I should say so. What's with you lately?" As if connected, the two began to laugh in unison.
"I was just thinking the same thing. So, are you excited for Saturday?"
"You bet. Well, I guess. Trunks and I have a lot to work on, though." Pan sighed. For the first time it seemed that she really was nervous about marrying Bra's older brother. "How about you and Goten?"
The images in Bra's mind reverted back to that one day looking out the window, seeing Goten and Paris holding each other and kissing, without even so much as a care in the world. She remembered how hard it was to watch him, how hard it was to know that the two of them would never quite be together, even if a license said otherwise.
"Are you there, Bra? Or should I say, Sis?"
"Yeah, I'm here, I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Trunks and I have a date anyway. Just called to check up on you. Later." In an instant the other end clicked and then there was silence.
"Later." Bra murmured as the phone slipped to the bed.
~ *~ *~ *~
Saturday. It was Saturday. How could time have flown by so fast?
Bra stared at the aqua coloured dress her mother had picked out for her. Amazing. Even her own mother doubted that she was pure enough to wear white.
"Look at me! I'm flying! Hehehe!" Pan spun around in circles as she entered the dressing room. Bra couldn't help but laugh. Pan's silvery gown resembled a Slim Fast commercial.
"Your mom made it, didn't she?" Bra inquired.
"How'd you guess?"
"Here, I'll help you pin it in the back. Are safety pins okay?"
"Sure, why not? But don't you have to be getting dressed?" The blue- haired girl peered back and forth between the dress, which was laying on a spare chair across the room, and Pan in her Clown Dress.
"I think I have a few moments to waste." Bra smiled.
*~ *~ * ~ *
In a line they stood, and then walked. A flock of geese it seemed, flying to the south for winter. Organ music softly rang out Here Comes The Bride, and Bra was the last to hear it.
And then it was her turn. All of the chapel was staring right at her, their eyes almost piercing. She felt naked, like their dancing x-ray eyes were mocking her and just waiting for her to slip up.
Her eyes locked with black. Awful memories of that one solitary morning flooded back to her, and she felt lightheaded. How could he have such an affect on her? No, no, she wouldn't let it happen. But. he seemed almost shocked. He jolted up quickly, shutting his mouth. It made her feel self- conscious. Maybe he actually saw her as something more than the scum of Chikyuu for once.
She stopped beside him, his eyes still locked with hers. She wanted to look away, but he had her in a trance that she couldn't comprehend. Gently, caringly, he took her hand in his and rubbed it lovingly. It was comforting, yet oddly frightening at the same time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today." But that was the last of what was said as she harshly removed her hand from his and flew right thru the stained-glass windows.
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It didn't take long for wedding bells to ding and birdseed to be bought. Pan and Trunks, though still adapting to one another, had even started living together. However, Bra and Goten hadn't even so much as spoken since their heart-to-heart a couple of months prior.
Everything was being arranged by Chi-Chi and Bulma, so Bra focused on her work, becoming more absorbed in it than ever before. Her dedication began to worry herself, but she was convinced that it was all for the better.
Her mind fluttered around the idea of why she worked so much as she finished jotting down what she would need to do the next day at the office when the sudden ringing of her telephone interrupted her thoughts.
"Bra Briefs, how can I help you?"
"You're not at the office Bra, you can be informal." Bra blushed. She'd completely forgotten that she was sitting at home in her comfortable canopy bed.
"Sorry, Panny, I'm just sidetracked. I guess I forgot."
"I should say so. What's with you lately?" As if connected, the two began to laugh in unison.
"I was just thinking the same thing. So, are you excited for Saturday?"
"You bet. Well, I guess. Trunks and I have a lot to work on, though." Pan sighed. For the first time it seemed that she really was nervous about marrying Bra's older brother. "How about you and Goten?"
The images in Bra's mind reverted back to that one day looking out the window, seeing Goten and Paris holding each other and kissing, without even so much as a care in the world. She remembered how hard it was to watch him, how hard it was to know that the two of them would never quite be together, even if a license said otherwise.
"Are you there, Bra? Or should I say, Sis?"
"Yeah, I'm here, I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Trunks and I have a date anyway. Just called to check up on you. Later." In an instant the other end clicked and then there was silence.
"Later." Bra murmured as the phone slipped to the bed.
~ *~ *~ *~
Saturday. It was Saturday. How could time have flown by so fast?
Bra stared at the aqua coloured dress her mother had picked out for her. Amazing. Even her own mother doubted that she was pure enough to wear white.
"Look at me! I'm flying! Hehehe!" Pan spun around in circles as she entered the dressing room. Bra couldn't help but laugh. Pan's silvery gown resembled a Slim Fast commercial.
"Your mom made it, didn't she?" Bra inquired.
"How'd you guess?"
"Here, I'll help you pin it in the back. Are safety pins okay?"
"Sure, why not? But don't you have to be getting dressed?" The blue- haired girl peered back and forth between the dress, which was laying on a spare chair across the room, and Pan in her Clown Dress.
"I think I have a few moments to waste." Bra smiled.
*~ *~ * ~ *
In a line they stood, and then walked. A flock of geese it seemed, flying to the south for winter. Organ music softly rang out Here Comes The Bride, and Bra was the last to hear it.
And then it was her turn. All of the chapel was staring right at her, their eyes almost piercing. She felt naked, like their dancing x-ray eyes were mocking her and just waiting for her to slip up.
Her eyes locked with black. Awful memories of that one solitary morning flooded back to her, and she felt lightheaded. How could he have such an affect on her? No, no, she wouldn't let it happen. But. he seemed almost shocked. He jolted up quickly, shutting his mouth. It made her feel self- conscious. Maybe he actually saw her as something more than the scum of Chikyuu for once.
She stopped beside him, his eyes still locked with hers. She wanted to look away, but he had her in a trance that she couldn't comprehend. Gently, caringly, he took her hand in his and rubbed it lovingly. It was comforting, yet oddly frightening at the same time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today." But that was the last of what was said as she harshly removed her hand from his and flew right thru the stained-glass windows.