Completely bored with summer hw, I wrote this instead. I know, I know, I'll
know have to face the wrath of frying pans and ki blasts. ::shaking head::
The things I do for you.
Please don't get used to the frequent updates. I can't believe it
either, but boredom does that to ya'.
Still don't own DB anything. ________________________________________________
Pan sat in the middle of the food court happily munching on her pizza, waiting for Bra to come with her order. They decided rather than pigging out here, they'd grab a snack and eat later at Capsule Corp. Finally she saw her blue haired friend walking over to the table with food similar to her own. Her own large pizza and soda.
"Could they be any slower?" Bra asked annoyed at the place's slowness. Pan shrugged and continued on with her own meal. Until she saw something that caused her blood to boil. Bra looked up from her soda to notice the look of mutiny on her friend's face. She cautiously glanced over her shoulder expecting to see Cell beating up some guy, but was met with something just as terrible.
"Oh my Dende. That's too freaky." Bra said more to herself than anyone else. Pan was ready to explode with rage, while she watched Mayumi tangled up in someone's arms. None other than the despicable Hiroto's arms.
"She's too old for him!" Pan hissed, barely controlling her rage. Bra was still in her own thoughts, and stated, "She could pass for a high schooler." Now turning to look at Pan. Noticing Pan's angered face and realizing her mistake, Bra quickly apologized and looked down at her plate.
Pan overlooked Bra's temporary insanity and continued to glare at the two in question. She couldn't stand the cruel irony of the situation. Hiroto, her Hiroto that stepped on her heart and couldn't care less. He was with that bitch, that no doubt put Trunks through the same pain. Together, almost rubbing it in her face, though she knew that they had no clue she was there. Nor the fact that she knew both of them.
Suddenly he leaned over to kiss her. Pan stood up quickly knocking over her chair in the process, ready to go over and give those two a piece of her mind. Bra however, sensed this and grabbed Pan's wrist, holding her back.
"Let me go! Can't you see those asses!?" Pan asked trying to tug out of Bra's iron grip.
"Yes I can! Leave them alone! They'll be taken care of later!" Bra tried to coax Pan back, but was losing her grip.
"You are his sister, Bra! You should be more outraged than me!" Pan said incredulously. Why was Bra holding her back? She should be helping her!
"You're right. And I am, both of them are scum and do not deserve to breathe the same air as you. But that's not a reason to blow part of the mall! They will get what they deserve soon enough!" Bra disputed, finally being able to pull Pan back. "I can't take you any where with out you wanting to cause commotion. You're almost as bad as my Tousan!" Bra scolded, once Pan had fixed her seat and sat down.
Pan was fearfully quiet, in her suppressed rage. Bra coughed nervously as Pan occasionaly tossed a death glare over her shoulder at the couple of the moment.
"Well, I'm full! Let's head over to Capsule Corp." Bra said, breaking the icy silence. Pan relaxed slighty as she got up to follow Bra out. However, as Bra turned to put away their trays, Pan could not resist sending a tiny ki blast towards the infamous duo.
"Pan!"
"Ok, Goten'll be here any minute. Until then, what do you know about dancing? Ballroom dancing that is." Bra asked as she plopped onto the couch. Pan continued to stand and racked her head.
"Uh...Guy and a girl turning in a cirlce on a big wooden floor?" Pan asked meekly. Thank Dende her parents didn't go to these huge social events as often as Bra's, she wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Kinda, but it's a heck of a lot more complicated. This is a basic waltz. See, you stand shoulder width apart-ish. 1, step backward with your right foot, 2, move your left foot diagonally backwards, away from the right foot. 3, slide your right foot next to your left foot. Ok? 4, you step foward with the left foot. 5, move your right foor diagonally foward, away from the left foot. 6, you slide your left foot to your right foot" Bra said, demonstrating as she spoke. Pan watched her feet with interest. It didn't look hard. Actually it looked laughably easy, as Pan imitated perfectly.
"Great, now the guy usually leads, so basically he does what you do, opposite though. But in reality you are following him." Bra said now facing Pan. She stepped foward and Pan instinctively stepped back. They continued moving around their little box.
"Heh! This is easy! I can't believe I was so worried." Pan said, staring at her feet.
"Unfortunately, it gets more complicated." Bra said. She was about to mention stepping out of their box and having to 'turn in a circle', as Pan put it earlier. However, Goten chose that time to walk in.
"Heh, am I interrupting something?" He asked with a grin that would make his Otousan proud.
"Shut up you!" Bra said, pretending to be mad, but failed when she smiled. "This is actually perfect timing." As she moved toward a door, Pan was still watching her feet, moving in her box.
"Pan, wake up, you've got it. Now, you get to try it with a partner, and 'turning in a circle'." Bra voiced, again mocking Pan's previous remark. Pan looked up and for the first time noticed Goten was there.
"Oh hey!" She said happily. Goten rolled his eyes, and walked towards her.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?" Goten asked with a bad English accent, as he bowed to her. Pan giggled as she pretended to curtsy.
"Wait! You can't waltz in my living room. Come on you two...weirdos." Bra stated actually at a loss for an insult. Goten and Pan snickered as they followed Bra down an unfamiliar corridor.
"I don't think I've ever been down here." Pan said looking at the walls, trying to depict where they were by the pictures.
"Probably not, we don't usually come down here unless it's for a huge party." Bra said over her shoulder, every now in and then poking her head in a door. Only long enough for herself to look around, before shutting it and continuing down the hall.
"Here we go." Bra said finally stopping a set of double doors. She pushed open both doors and walked in. Pan and Goten stood gaping in the doorway. It was a huge ballroom. Actually, it seemed more like a library, but with a huge dance floor in the middle. It was complete with a grand piano in the corner, and a grand stair case set infront of a wall that seemed to just be a large window. The ceiling towered over them with artwork of the night sky, and a gold chandelier right in the center of. (an- think Disney Beauty and the Beast, heehee, I love that movie).
"Why does this not surprise me?" Goten asked walking in to get a better look at it all.
"Why have I never seen this before?" Pan asked, following him. Bra had already walked to the piano and sat down to play.
"Because it was closed for renovations, and then people got used to going to the hotels for our Capsule Corp. Balls, but Kasaan is moving it all back here. Now will you two stop gawking and start dancing!" Bra shouted, ruining the fairy-tail feeling in the room. As the piano started up, that feeling quickly started again.
Pan was still staring at the ceiling and overwhelming walls of books. Goten politely coughed behind her, causing Pan to look down and see that he had offered his hand. She slowly reached out and held it, then cautiously put her other hand on his shoulder. Goten reached down and put his hand on her waist. He counted the beat of the music then began to step in that familiar box. Something began to puzzle Pan.
"Uncle Goten? When did you learn to dance this?" She asked as he began to take longer strides.
"Believe me, I was dragged along to more than my share of these things. Trunks usually can't stand going through it alone, seeing as misery loves company. I could not help but learn this. Curtesy of your teacher, of coarse." Goten answered. Making sure she was handling the longer strides, he began to move out of their box and to swirl around the floor. Pan found a new hobby she loved. Sparring of coarse csme first, but this dance stuff was interesting.
Slowly the piano piece ended, as did the dance. The two parted, and again had their laugh as they bowed and curtseyed.
"Wow Pan, your a natural! That was great. I think that waltz should keep you covered for the ball." Bra said standing up from the piano.
"With teachers like us, how could she fail?" Goten stated.
"Fail at what?" Someone asked from the doorway. The three turned to look at Trunks leaning on the door frame. His tie was untied, hanging loosely around his neck while his sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows. His jacket had been taken off and was lying over his briefcase, which was next to his feet.
"Oniisan! When did you get home?" Bra asked walking out from behind the piano.
"Few minutes ago, I heard a piano playing and had to investigate. Again, what would who fail at?" He asked, now walking into the room.
"Dancing the waltz, but Bra did a great job teaching me." Pan said, watching him saunter towards her. She felt her palms get clammy, thanking Dende he had destroyed those hideous glasses a while ago.
"Great, care to demonstrate?" Trunks asked with a smirk opening his arms for her. *Heaven.* Was all Pan could think, as she walked towards him. Placing her hand closer to his neck than she had with Goten. She also noticed his hand was slightly lower than Goten's. They also seemed to be closer.
Instead of playing the piano again, Bra turned on the sound system. Another waltz started up with more instruments, making it much more enchanting. Trunks and Pan slowly started their waltz, before long they were twirling all over the floor, never losing eye contact. Pan was lost in the depths of his ocean blue eyes, as was Trunks, in her mysterious ebony eyes. Neither faultering, neither slowing down. They were dancing on the clouds, with no one else in the entire world. It was perfect, Pan felt lighter than air in his arms, gracefully moving about. Trunks was thinking about how right it felt, dancing with this angel, secure in his arms.
Bra let out a sigh as she watched the two. Their feelings were so obvious, the way they were content in each others' hold, totally oblivious to their surroundings. She wanted to beat them for not realizing this sooner. Bra's train of thought was disrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She turned to see a smiling Goten, silently offering a dance. Bra beamed as she accepted.
Both couples were lost in their own worlds of bliss. None noticing the prying eyes of a certain blue haired scientist accompanied by her shopping buddy, a black haired bearer of frying pans. No one saw their devious smirks watching the scene unfold before them. Both women having the same thoughts running through their minds. It began with 'grand' and ended with 'children'.
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::looking at angry readers:: What? ::looks around guiltily:: I couldn't help it! I had to put a little bit of my favorite couple in there! You knew it was coming. Worry not, this is strictly T/P ::mumbling:: with a teeny bit of G/B off to the side......Ok, how was that romance? I wasn't sure, seemed...crappy. And yes that was a real waltz! I have too many cousins resulting with too many weddings.
Still don't own DB anything. ________________________________________________
Pan sat in the middle of the food court happily munching on her pizza, waiting for Bra to come with her order. They decided rather than pigging out here, they'd grab a snack and eat later at Capsule Corp. Finally she saw her blue haired friend walking over to the table with food similar to her own. Her own large pizza and soda.
"Could they be any slower?" Bra asked annoyed at the place's slowness. Pan shrugged and continued on with her own meal. Until she saw something that caused her blood to boil. Bra looked up from her soda to notice the look of mutiny on her friend's face. She cautiously glanced over her shoulder expecting to see Cell beating up some guy, but was met with something just as terrible.
"Oh my Dende. That's too freaky." Bra said more to herself than anyone else. Pan was ready to explode with rage, while she watched Mayumi tangled up in someone's arms. None other than the despicable Hiroto's arms.
"She's too old for him!" Pan hissed, barely controlling her rage. Bra was still in her own thoughts, and stated, "She could pass for a high schooler." Now turning to look at Pan. Noticing Pan's angered face and realizing her mistake, Bra quickly apologized and looked down at her plate.
Pan overlooked Bra's temporary insanity and continued to glare at the two in question. She couldn't stand the cruel irony of the situation. Hiroto, her Hiroto that stepped on her heart and couldn't care less. He was with that bitch, that no doubt put Trunks through the same pain. Together, almost rubbing it in her face, though she knew that they had no clue she was there. Nor the fact that she knew both of them.
Suddenly he leaned over to kiss her. Pan stood up quickly knocking over her chair in the process, ready to go over and give those two a piece of her mind. Bra however, sensed this and grabbed Pan's wrist, holding her back.
"Let me go! Can't you see those asses!?" Pan asked trying to tug out of Bra's iron grip.
"Yes I can! Leave them alone! They'll be taken care of later!" Bra tried to coax Pan back, but was losing her grip.
"You are his sister, Bra! You should be more outraged than me!" Pan said incredulously. Why was Bra holding her back? She should be helping her!
"You're right. And I am, both of them are scum and do not deserve to breathe the same air as you. But that's not a reason to blow part of the mall! They will get what they deserve soon enough!" Bra disputed, finally being able to pull Pan back. "I can't take you any where with out you wanting to cause commotion. You're almost as bad as my Tousan!" Bra scolded, once Pan had fixed her seat and sat down.
Pan was fearfully quiet, in her suppressed rage. Bra coughed nervously as Pan occasionaly tossed a death glare over her shoulder at the couple of the moment.
"Well, I'm full! Let's head over to Capsule Corp." Bra said, breaking the icy silence. Pan relaxed slighty as she got up to follow Bra out. However, as Bra turned to put away their trays, Pan could not resist sending a tiny ki blast towards the infamous duo.
"Pan!"
"Ok, Goten'll be here any minute. Until then, what do you know about dancing? Ballroom dancing that is." Bra asked as she plopped onto the couch. Pan continued to stand and racked her head.
"Uh...Guy and a girl turning in a cirlce on a big wooden floor?" Pan asked meekly. Thank Dende her parents didn't go to these huge social events as often as Bra's, she wouldn't be able to stand it.
"Kinda, but it's a heck of a lot more complicated. This is a basic waltz. See, you stand shoulder width apart-ish. 1, step backward with your right foot, 2, move your left foot diagonally backwards, away from the right foot. 3, slide your right foot next to your left foot. Ok? 4, you step foward with the left foot. 5, move your right foor diagonally foward, away from the left foot. 6, you slide your left foot to your right foot" Bra said, demonstrating as she spoke. Pan watched her feet with interest. It didn't look hard. Actually it looked laughably easy, as Pan imitated perfectly.
"Great, now the guy usually leads, so basically he does what you do, opposite though. But in reality you are following him." Bra said now facing Pan. She stepped foward and Pan instinctively stepped back. They continued moving around their little box.
"Heh! This is easy! I can't believe I was so worried." Pan said, staring at her feet.
"Unfortunately, it gets more complicated." Bra said. She was about to mention stepping out of their box and having to 'turn in a circle', as Pan put it earlier. However, Goten chose that time to walk in.
"Heh, am I interrupting something?" He asked with a grin that would make his Otousan proud.
"Shut up you!" Bra said, pretending to be mad, but failed when she smiled. "This is actually perfect timing." As she moved toward a door, Pan was still watching her feet, moving in her box.
"Pan, wake up, you've got it. Now, you get to try it with a partner, and 'turning in a circle'." Bra voiced, again mocking Pan's previous remark. Pan looked up and for the first time noticed Goten was there.
"Oh hey!" She said happily. Goten rolled his eyes, and walked towards her.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?" Goten asked with a bad English accent, as he bowed to her. Pan giggled as she pretended to curtsy.
"Wait! You can't waltz in my living room. Come on you two...weirdos." Bra stated actually at a loss for an insult. Goten and Pan snickered as they followed Bra down an unfamiliar corridor.
"I don't think I've ever been down here." Pan said looking at the walls, trying to depict where they were by the pictures.
"Probably not, we don't usually come down here unless it's for a huge party." Bra said over her shoulder, every now in and then poking her head in a door. Only long enough for herself to look around, before shutting it and continuing down the hall.
"Here we go." Bra said finally stopping a set of double doors. She pushed open both doors and walked in. Pan and Goten stood gaping in the doorway. It was a huge ballroom. Actually, it seemed more like a library, but with a huge dance floor in the middle. It was complete with a grand piano in the corner, and a grand stair case set infront of a wall that seemed to just be a large window. The ceiling towered over them with artwork of the night sky, and a gold chandelier right in the center of. (an- think Disney Beauty and the Beast, heehee, I love that movie).
"Why does this not surprise me?" Goten asked walking in to get a better look at it all.
"Why have I never seen this before?" Pan asked, following him. Bra had already walked to the piano and sat down to play.
"Because it was closed for renovations, and then people got used to going to the hotels for our Capsule Corp. Balls, but Kasaan is moving it all back here. Now will you two stop gawking and start dancing!" Bra shouted, ruining the fairy-tail feeling in the room. As the piano started up, that feeling quickly started again.
Pan was still staring at the ceiling and overwhelming walls of books. Goten politely coughed behind her, causing Pan to look down and see that he had offered his hand. She slowly reached out and held it, then cautiously put her other hand on his shoulder. Goten reached down and put his hand on her waist. He counted the beat of the music then began to step in that familiar box. Something began to puzzle Pan.
"Uncle Goten? When did you learn to dance this?" She asked as he began to take longer strides.
"Believe me, I was dragged along to more than my share of these things. Trunks usually can't stand going through it alone, seeing as misery loves company. I could not help but learn this. Curtesy of your teacher, of coarse." Goten answered. Making sure she was handling the longer strides, he began to move out of their box and to swirl around the floor. Pan found a new hobby she loved. Sparring of coarse csme first, but this dance stuff was interesting.
Slowly the piano piece ended, as did the dance. The two parted, and again had their laugh as they bowed and curtseyed.
"Wow Pan, your a natural! That was great. I think that waltz should keep you covered for the ball." Bra said standing up from the piano.
"With teachers like us, how could she fail?" Goten stated.
"Fail at what?" Someone asked from the doorway. The three turned to look at Trunks leaning on the door frame. His tie was untied, hanging loosely around his neck while his sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows. His jacket had been taken off and was lying over his briefcase, which was next to his feet.
"Oniisan! When did you get home?" Bra asked walking out from behind the piano.
"Few minutes ago, I heard a piano playing and had to investigate. Again, what would who fail at?" He asked, now walking into the room.
"Dancing the waltz, but Bra did a great job teaching me." Pan said, watching him saunter towards her. She felt her palms get clammy, thanking Dende he had destroyed those hideous glasses a while ago.
"Great, care to demonstrate?" Trunks asked with a smirk opening his arms for her. *Heaven.* Was all Pan could think, as she walked towards him. Placing her hand closer to his neck than she had with Goten. She also noticed his hand was slightly lower than Goten's. They also seemed to be closer.
Instead of playing the piano again, Bra turned on the sound system. Another waltz started up with more instruments, making it much more enchanting. Trunks and Pan slowly started their waltz, before long they were twirling all over the floor, never losing eye contact. Pan was lost in the depths of his ocean blue eyes, as was Trunks, in her mysterious ebony eyes. Neither faultering, neither slowing down. They were dancing on the clouds, with no one else in the entire world. It was perfect, Pan felt lighter than air in his arms, gracefully moving about. Trunks was thinking about how right it felt, dancing with this angel, secure in his arms.
Bra let out a sigh as she watched the two. Their feelings were so obvious, the way they were content in each others' hold, totally oblivious to their surroundings. She wanted to beat them for not realizing this sooner. Bra's train of thought was disrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She turned to see a smiling Goten, silently offering a dance. Bra beamed as she accepted.
Both couples were lost in their own worlds of bliss. None noticing the prying eyes of a certain blue haired scientist accompanied by her shopping buddy, a black haired bearer of frying pans. No one saw their devious smirks watching the scene unfold before them. Both women having the same thoughts running through their minds. It began with 'grand' and ended with 'children'.
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::looking at angry readers:: What? ::looks around guiltily:: I couldn't help it! I had to put a little bit of my favorite couple in there! You knew it was coming. Worry not, this is strictly T/P ::mumbling:: with a teeny bit of G/B off to the side......Ok, how was that romance? I wasn't sure, seemed...crappy. And yes that was a real waltz! I have too many cousins resulting with too many weddings.