Omigosh! I haven't updated for so long! I'm sorry! It's because of this
stupid writer's block! *pounds head* Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy this
chappie. Well, it looks like Pan hates Trunks. . . excellent. . . *sinister
laugh*
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Chapter 6 ~ The Name Game
"I win!" Pan threw her arms up in the air.
Trunks pounded the table and he muttered, "How is this possible? How could I have lost?"
Pan smiled and said, "No one can out eat a Son."
"What?"
"Nothing." Pan shook her head, "So, guess this means that you have to be blindfolded for a half hour, eh?"
Trunks groaned and asked, "Do I have to?"
Pan nodded triumphantly and Trunks moaned again, "Alright, what do you wanna then?"
Pan grinned evilly, "You'll see."
Bra sniffed the perfume sample on her magazine, and she couldn't help but think about Pan and her brother, why was Pan acting this way? Wasn't she even mad? For goodness sakes, it was three years, three goddamn years. . . and not a word from him, or letter. God, he didn't even e-mail her.
Bra remembered when Goten had accidentally blew up Pan's favourite stuffed teddy, she wouldn't speak to him for six months! If anyone could hold a good grudge, it was Pan.
The door opened and Bra looked up, and she saw Pan. Followed by Trunks.
Trunks smiled, "Well, we're in your hotel room, I think I know where this is going."
Bra rolled her eyes, her brother was way too sure of himself. Pan smiled and asked Bra, "Could you get my bandana from my suitcase."
Bra nodded and reached for Pan's orange bandana, she never wore it anymore, but she still kept it with her.
Pan smiled at Trunks, "I need you to take off your shirt."
Bra's jaw dropped and Trunks smiled and obeyed the ebony-haired beauty. As he pulled his shirt over his head he smirked at Bra, "You can leave now, sis."
Pan raised a finger, "Actually, she's going to help me."
Trunks scrunched his violet eyebrows, "Uh . . . I'm not too fond of incest."
Pan smiled and wrapped the bandana around his head, "Bra, if I recalled correctly, then Cheryl has brought some hair dye with her, could you get it?"
Trunks asked, confused, "Why do you need hair dye?"
Bra knew what Pan was going to do, and she said, "I brought nail polish and I bet Maria, being the prankster that she is, brought some spray paint."
Pan walked Trunks, now blindfolded, to a computer chair, she took a bottle from the desk and squirted something on the chair, she then told Trunks to sit down.
Bra, meanwhile, has comeback from the washroom with her manicure set, and a hair curler, plus a dozen small bottles of make-up. Pan gave her the thumbs- up sign and said, in a sweet voice, to Trunks, "Now, Trunks, we're just going to do your hair a bit."
Trunks yelled, "WHAT?!" and he tried to get up from the chair, TRIED being the key word, the stuff that Pan put on the chair was Super-duper super glue.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, especially if you didn't want to rip your pants." Pan shook a finger at him and Trunks sighed and stopped moving. "Now, Bra, I've only got half-an-hour for this, do you think we can manage?"
Bra looked thoughtful, "I think so, if we hurry up."
Pan rubbed her hands, "Alright then, let's go!"
***
After almost an exhausting half hour of turning the world's most eligible bachelor to Miss Universe, Pan and Bra were finally done.
Bra clapped her hands, "Wow, I'm amazed, perhaps I should be a make-up artist."
Pan folded her arms, "I dunno, I haven't been able to do his eyes since the bandana was covering his eyes."
Bra shrugged, "Oh well, it's good enough."
Trunks yelled, "What did you do to me?!"
Pan whispered into his ear, "I hope you like blondes."
"What the hell does that mean?!" Trunks asked.
Bra removed the bandana away from his eyes and smiled, "Well, find out for yourself, won't ya?"
Trunks dashed into the washroom and cried, "OH MY GOD!!!"
Pan motioned for Bra to get a camera while she skimmed over the new Trunks. His fingernails were light lavender with moon crescents on his thumbs, his lips were now a shade of glittering pink, his cheeks were covered with blush, and his hair was the worst of all. Trunks had become a blonde. And he now had curly hair, which sort of looked like half-eaten spaghetti, because his hair was so short.
Bra poked Trunks' back, "Smile for the camera, bro."
Trunks turned to see the flash of a camera.
"Y-you're not going to sell that out to a celeb magazine, are you?" Trunks stuttered.
"Of course not, bro, I've still got heart, I'm just going to send it home to mom."
Trunks moaned, "Bra, please don't."
Bra turned to Pan, "What do you think?"
"I think that you should keep the film for later purposes." Pan said wisely.
Trunks moaned again, "That was very mean of you!"
Pan's voice turned very cold, "Oh was it? I'm sorry, I didn't notice, just think of it as a memento for me, since I am leaving tomorrow, after all."
"Really?" Trunks asked.
Pan rolled her eyes, "Yes."
Trunks scratched his head, "Wow, I don't even know your name yet, I mean, you've given me so many names and I-"
Pan smiled, "That's all right, I don't mind you forgetting my name."
Trunks sighed in relief, "I'm sorry, it's just that I can be forgetful sometimes."
Pan nodded her head, "Uh-huh, I understand perfectly."
Bra sat down on her bed, she counted down the seconds when Pan would start screaming her head off at Trunks.
Surprisingly, it didn't come. Trunks told Pan he'd meet her at the airport tomorrow to say goodbye, and Pan agreed cheerfully.
Bra thought to herself, Trunks isn't even mad, he'd do anything for a pretty face, but why is Pan playing games with him? I know that she's going to tell him the truth sometimes, but what is she waiting for?
The airport buzzed with noise and Pan and Bra isolated themselves from everyone else, to speak with Trunks, who luckily had made an appointment with a make-up remover that morning.
Bra gave Trunks a hug, "Bye, Trunks, when are you going to come back home?"
Trunks whispered to her, "Very soon, I haven't seen everyone for so long, so I plan to go back home on my birthday, which is in a month."
Bra secretly thought, Ha! Yeah right, the only reason you want to come home now is to see Pan, "Great, we'll be looking forward to you coming home!"
Trunks smiled and asked, "Could you leave now? I want to talk to your friend for a minute."
Bra smirked, "Of course." She thought that Pan would tell Trunks who she was now and she couldn't wait to see the reaction on his face.
But she was, once again surprised, when Pan didn't tell him anything of the sort, and instead, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Bra shook her head, what the hell was Pan thinking?
***
They arrived back home and not one word about Trunks was heard from Pan, it was like he had never existed, when someone started talking about Trunks, Pan would either ignore them or pretend she didn't know what they were talking about. Bra has told everyone about Trunks' plans of returning home on his birthday and Bulma insisted to throw a huge party.
So finally, the day of Trunks' return has arrived and the Briefs' family went to the airport. Bulma had threatened Vegeta with him sleeping on the couch for a whole week if he didn't act happy when Trunks returned.
And yes, as the certain violet haired boy greeted his family, Bulma broke down in tears muttering something about 'Oh my baby, how you've grown'
Bra gave a little wave at Trunks and Vegeta let out a snort, which was about the best he could do. Bulma informed Trunks of the party plans later that night and Trunks immediately asked Bra if her cute friend was going to be there.
Bra rolled her eyes and told him 'yes'.
The guests arrived one by one that night at Capsule Corp. Bulma was ecstatic having her 'little baby' back and Vegeta stood in his usual corner, waiting for the food to be served.
Goten and Trunks were reunited and they started to catch up on everything that they missed, including watching some videotapes of the world's martial arts tournament a while back.
Trunks smiled, "That was a good match that you put on, but of course, you were no match for me, the ultimate-"
"You're such a liar Trunks." Goten laughed, "But I must admit, you sure beat up Hercule pretty well."
Trunks flexed one of his biceps and smiled, "Well, I think so too."
Bulma came into the room and laughed, "You two used to be a living terror when you were younger, we were always worrying about what would end up in our hair when you two were together."
Goten and Trunks grinned at each other, "Well, if by some chance a food fight is started tonight, you'll know that *cough* we had absolutely nothing *cough* to do with it."
Bulma smiled, "Sure, and your father, who will be extremely angry that perfectly good food got wasted, will have *cough* absolutely nothing *cough* to do with a vicious beating of the two of you." And then, she went to the door to greet Gohan and Videl.
Goten gulped, "Er. . . Trunks? Why don't we just scrap the food fight idea?"
Trunks nodded, "For once, my friend, you've had a smart idea."
Bulma opened the door and smiled, "Hello Gohan, Videl, where's Pan?"
Gohan looked at Videl, "I thought she came with Goten because she left a half hour earlier than us."
Bulma shook her head, "I didn't see her. Maybe she's with Bra, hey! In fact, I haven't seen Bra for a while either!"
Videl stared back at Gohan, "They're probably doing what teenagers usually do before a party."
Gohan clutched his hair and screamed, "NO! NO! NOT MY BABY GIRL! HOW COULD SHE!"
Videl raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"
Gohan moaned, "I don't want my little girl to be doing drugs!"
Videl laughed, "Whatever gave you that idea? I meant that they're probably in some shopping mall, doing some last-minute shopping, unless, you have something about your past that you're not telling me."
Gohan turned red and shook his head, "Un-uh, nope, nada, what could I possibly keep from you?"
Bulma laughed, "Well, at least with Pan and Bra we don't have to worry about stuff falling into our hair."
"That's for sure." Gohan shuddered at a sudden flashback involving the Great-Saiyaman and little Chibi Saiya-jins, not a pretty sight.
Bulma geastured for them to the buffet table, on which was Trunks and Goten, pigging out, and a very enraged Vegeta, who was telling them to stop before all the food is gone, and when they didn't listen, he started to pig out also, determined to win this little challenge between him, his brat, and Kakarotto's second brat.
"Pan!" Bra was in her red convertible, "Pan! Hurry up! I bet the party already started!"
Pan moaned, "Why couldn't we have come here yesterday? You always save things until the last minute!"
Bra whined, "But Goten is going to be there, and I needed a new dress, and who are you to complain, you took longer than me!"
Pan threw her three large shopping bags into the backseat of the car and hopped in the front, "We could've just flown, you know."
Bra smiled, "But that would make a mess of our hair."
"But the convertible top is off, so this will make a mess of our hair also!" Pan argued.
"Pan, shut up." Bra started the engine.
Pan stared at her watch, they were almost an hour late! What would her parents think?
"Panny?" Bra had on her sweet voice, "You still owe me a picture of Goten."
"Bra, shut up." Pan smirked.
The rest of the trip home was silent, Bra wondering if she was ever going to get that picture from Pan, and Pan wondering if she was ever going to get that revenge that she wanted.
***
Bra and Pan jumped in her window, "Pan! Quick, I think dinner is starting! Hurry up and change!"
Pan opened her mouth when Bra pushed her into the closet and slammed the door, "Hurry up, Pan! We really don't have much time!"
Pan slipped on her dress, which she had just bought a few minutes back, it was electric blue. Simple yet elegant, it had a scoop neckline and no sleeves, the dress went down to her ankles and the tight fitting material showed off her curves and her finely toned stomach.
Bra, who was a fast changer, despite her reputation, was already dressed in her dress, it was ancient Chinese style, with a dragon coming up one side and a slit on the other, it was pale pink and her slender arms were lost in the giant sleeves.
"How can you stand wearing that thing? How are you going to eat?" Pan geastured to her sleeves.
Bra shrugged, "I think Goten ate all the food already, anyways."
Pan laughed, "I think you're right, Bra." She started to head downstairs and Bra stopped her.
"Pan, wait." Bra ran to her desk and pulled out a chain of pearls, she then fastened it around Pan's neck, "There, now it's complete!"
Pan smiled, "Thank you, Bra, you're always helping me, aren't you?"
Bra nodded, "Uh-huh, anything for that picture of Goten, I mean . . ."
Pan laughed, "Should've known. Some things never change"
The two girls then headed down the stairs.
Bra beamed when she saw Goten, still pigging out at the buffet table. She walked over to the buffet table casually and smiled, "Hey, Goten."
Goten didn't look up, he was eyeing a piece of roast beef quite hungrily, "Hey, who ever you are."
Bra punched him playfully on the shoulder, "What do you mean? It's me, Bra, the one and only."
"Oh, hi Bra, where's Pan?"
Bra looked behind her and found that Pan was nowhere to be seen, "I dunno, she was here a minute ago."
"Hmm . . . interesting, pass me a chicken wing, please." Goten grabbed a handful of radishes and shoved them into his mouth.
Bra rolled her eyes, sometimes talking to Goten at dinnertime wasn't such a good idea, after all, he might mistake her for a carrot.
Bulma saw Bra and asked, "Bra! Where's Pan?"
Bra shrugged, "Beats me, I'm too busy trying to avoid being eaten."
***
Trunks spotted Pan, as she was heading down the steps, he waved, "Hey!"
Pan smiled and waved back, "How have you been, Trunks?"
Trunks grinned, "Okay, until you showed up, P- er . . . I'm sorry, I must've forgotten your name again."
Pan gave an angelic smile, "Well, I guess now you have to guess what it is, I'll give you three guesses."
Trunks scratched his head, "Can I have a clue, please?"
Pan nodded, "Sure, my name is involved in Greek Mythology."
Trunks looked thoughtful, "Um . . . is it Phrixus?"
Pan shook her head playfully, letting her wild ebony hair fly across her face.
"Is it Psyche?"
Pan shook her head again, "You have one more guess."
Trunks thought for a while, "I've got it! It's Pandora, isn't it?!"
Pan smiled and leaned closer to him, she whispered into his ear, "My name is Pan."
***
Wow, I'm sorry, you guys, I haven't updated for so long, and now I leave you on yet another cliffie.
*dodges bullets*
Thanx for all the great reviews! Yay! *runs off screaming like a psyche, er. . . I mean psycho*
-Juunanagou4ever
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Chapter 6 ~ The Name Game
"I win!" Pan threw her arms up in the air.
Trunks pounded the table and he muttered, "How is this possible? How could I have lost?"
Pan smiled and said, "No one can out eat a Son."
"What?"
"Nothing." Pan shook her head, "So, guess this means that you have to be blindfolded for a half hour, eh?"
Trunks groaned and asked, "Do I have to?"
Pan nodded triumphantly and Trunks moaned again, "Alright, what do you wanna then?"
Pan grinned evilly, "You'll see."
Bra sniffed the perfume sample on her magazine, and she couldn't help but think about Pan and her brother, why was Pan acting this way? Wasn't she even mad? For goodness sakes, it was three years, three goddamn years. . . and not a word from him, or letter. God, he didn't even e-mail her.
Bra remembered when Goten had accidentally blew up Pan's favourite stuffed teddy, she wouldn't speak to him for six months! If anyone could hold a good grudge, it was Pan.
The door opened and Bra looked up, and she saw Pan. Followed by Trunks.
Trunks smiled, "Well, we're in your hotel room, I think I know where this is going."
Bra rolled her eyes, her brother was way too sure of himself. Pan smiled and asked Bra, "Could you get my bandana from my suitcase."
Bra nodded and reached for Pan's orange bandana, she never wore it anymore, but she still kept it with her.
Pan smiled at Trunks, "I need you to take off your shirt."
Bra's jaw dropped and Trunks smiled and obeyed the ebony-haired beauty. As he pulled his shirt over his head he smirked at Bra, "You can leave now, sis."
Pan raised a finger, "Actually, she's going to help me."
Trunks scrunched his violet eyebrows, "Uh . . . I'm not too fond of incest."
Pan smiled and wrapped the bandana around his head, "Bra, if I recalled correctly, then Cheryl has brought some hair dye with her, could you get it?"
Trunks asked, confused, "Why do you need hair dye?"
Bra knew what Pan was going to do, and she said, "I brought nail polish and I bet Maria, being the prankster that she is, brought some spray paint."
Pan walked Trunks, now blindfolded, to a computer chair, she took a bottle from the desk and squirted something on the chair, she then told Trunks to sit down.
Bra, meanwhile, has comeback from the washroom with her manicure set, and a hair curler, plus a dozen small bottles of make-up. Pan gave her the thumbs- up sign and said, in a sweet voice, to Trunks, "Now, Trunks, we're just going to do your hair a bit."
Trunks yelled, "WHAT?!" and he tried to get up from the chair, TRIED being the key word, the stuff that Pan put on the chair was Super-duper super glue.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, especially if you didn't want to rip your pants." Pan shook a finger at him and Trunks sighed and stopped moving. "Now, Bra, I've only got half-an-hour for this, do you think we can manage?"
Bra looked thoughtful, "I think so, if we hurry up."
Pan rubbed her hands, "Alright then, let's go!"
***
After almost an exhausting half hour of turning the world's most eligible bachelor to Miss Universe, Pan and Bra were finally done.
Bra clapped her hands, "Wow, I'm amazed, perhaps I should be a make-up artist."
Pan folded her arms, "I dunno, I haven't been able to do his eyes since the bandana was covering his eyes."
Bra shrugged, "Oh well, it's good enough."
Trunks yelled, "What did you do to me?!"
Pan whispered into his ear, "I hope you like blondes."
"What the hell does that mean?!" Trunks asked.
Bra removed the bandana away from his eyes and smiled, "Well, find out for yourself, won't ya?"
Trunks dashed into the washroom and cried, "OH MY GOD!!!"
Pan motioned for Bra to get a camera while she skimmed over the new Trunks. His fingernails were light lavender with moon crescents on his thumbs, his lips were now a shade of glittering pink, his cheeks were covered with blush, and his hair was the worst of all. Trunks had become a blonde. And he now had curly hair, which sort of looked like half-eaten spaghetti, because his hair was so short.
Bra poked Trunks' back, "Smile for the camera, bro."
Trunks turned to see the flash of a camera.
"Y-you're not going to sell that out to a celeb magazine, are you?" Trunks stuttered.
"Of course not, bro, I've still got heart, I'm just going to send it home to mom."
Trunks moaned, "Bra, please don't."
Bra turned to Pan, "What do you think?"
"I think that you should keep the film for later purposes." Pan said wisely.
Trunks moaned again, "That was very mean of you!"
Pan's voice turned very cold, "Oh was it? I'm sorry, I didn't notice, just think of it as a memento for me, since I am leaving tomorrow, after all."
"Really?" Trunks asked.
Pan rolled her eyes, "Yes."
Trunks scratched his head, "Wow, I don't even know your name yet, I mean, you've given me so many names and I-"
Pan smiled, "That's all right, I don't mind you forgetting my name."
Trunks sighed in relief, "I'm sorry, it's just that I can be forgetful sometimes."
Pan nodded her head, "Uh-huh, I understand perfectly."
Bra sat down on her bed, she counted down the seconds when Pan would start screaming her head off at Trunks.
Surprisingly, it didn't come. Trunks told Pan he'd meet her at the airport tomorrow to say goodbye, and Pan agreed cheerfully.
Bra thought to herself, Trunks isn't even mad, he'd do anything for a pretty face, but why is Pan playing games with him? I know that she's going to tell him the truth sometimes, but what is she waiting for?
The airport buzzed with noise and Pan and Bra isolated themselves from everyone else, to speak with Trunks, who luckily had made an appointment with a make-up remover that morning.
Bra gave Trunks a hug, "Bye, Trunks, when are you going to come back home?"
Trunks whispered to her, "Very soon, I haven't seen everyone for so long, so I plan to go back home on my birthday, which is in a month."
Bra secretly thought, Ha! Yeah right, the only reason you want to come home now is to see Pan, "Great, we'll be looking forward to you coming home!"
Trunks smiled and asked, "Could you leave now? I want to talk to your friend for a minute."
Bra smirked, "Of course." She thought that Pan would tell Trunks who she was now and she couldn't wait to see the reaction on his face.
But she was, once again surprised, when Pan didn't tell him anything of the sort, and instead, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Bra shook her head, what the hell was Pan thinking?
***
They arrived back home and not one word about Trunks was heard from Pan, it was like he had never existed, when someone started talking about Trunks, Pan would either ignore them or pretend she didn't know what they were talking about. Bra has told everyone about Trunks' plans of returning home on his birthday and Bulma insisted to throw a huge party.
So finally, the day of Trunks' return has arrived and the Briefs' family went to the airport. Bulma had threatened Vegeta with him sleeping on the couch for a whole week if he didn't act happy when Trunks returned.
And yes, as the certain violet haired boy greeted his family, Bulma broke down in tears muttering something about 'Oh my baby, how you've grown'
Bra gave a little wave at Trunks and Vegeta let out a snort, which was about the best he could do. Bulma informed Trunks of the party plans later that night and Trunks immediately asked Bra if her cute friend was going to be there.
Bra rolled her eyes and told him 'yes'.
The guests arrived one by one that night at Capsule Corp. Bulma was ecstatic having her 'little baby' back and Vegeta stood in his usual corner, waiting for the food to be served.
Goten and Trunks were reunited and they started to catch up on everything that they missed, including watching some videotapes of the world's martial arts tournament a while back.
Trunks smiled, "That was a good match that you put on, but of course, you were no match for me, the ultimate-"
"You're such a liar Trunks." Goten laughed, "But I must admit, you sure beat up Hercule pretty well."
Trunks flexed one of his biceps and smiled, "Well, I think so too."
Bulma came into the room and laughed, "You two used to be a living terror when you were younger, we were always worrying about what would end up in our hair when you two were together."
Goten and Trunks grinned at each other, "Well, if by some chance a food fight is started tonight, you'll know that *cough* we had absolutely nothing *cough* to do with it."
Bulma smiled, "Sure, and your father, who will be extremely angry that perfectly good food got wasted, will have *cough* absolutely nothing *cough* to do with a vicious beating of the two of you." And then, she went to the door to greet Gohan and Videl.
Goten gulped, "Er. . . Trunks? Why don't we just scrap the food fight idea?"
Trunks nodded, "For once, my friend, you've had a smart idea."
Bulma opened the door and smiled, "Hello Gohan, Videl, where's Pan?"
Gohan looked at Videl, "I thought she came with Goten because she left a half hour earlier than us."
Bulma shook her head, "I didn't see her. Maybe she's with Bra, hey! In fact, I haven't seen Bra for a while either!"
Videl stared back at Gohan, "They're probably doing what teenagers usually do before a party."
Gohan clutched his hair and screamed, "NO! NO! NOT MY BABY GIRL! HOW COULD SHE!"
Videl raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about?"
Gohan moaned, "I don't want my little girl to be doing drugs!"
Videl laughed, "Whatever gave you that idea? I meant that they're probably in some shopping mall, doing some last-minute shopping, unless, you have something about your past that you're not telling me."
Gohan turned red and shook his head, "Un-uh, nope, nada, what could I possibly keep from you?"
Bulma laughed, "Well, at least with Pan and Bra we don't have to worry about stuff falling into our hair."
"That's for sure." Gohan shuddered at a sudden flashback involving the Great-Saiyaman and little Chibi Saiya-jins, not a pretty sight.
Bulma geastured for them to the buffet table, on which was Trunks and Goten, pigging out, and a very enraged Vegeta, who was telling them to stop before all the food is gone, and when they didn't listen, he started to pig out also, determined to win this little challenge between him, his brat, and Kakarotto's second brat.
"Pan!" Bra was in her red convertible, "Pan! Hurry up! I bet the party already started!"
Pan moaned, "Why couldn't we have come here yesterday? You always save things until the last minute!"
Bra whined, "But Goten is going to be there, and I needed a new dress, and who are you to complain, you took longer than me!"
Pan threw her three large shopping bags into the backseat of the car and hopped in the front, "We could've just flown, you know."
Bra smiled, "But that would make a mess of our hair."
"But the convertible top is off, so this will make a mess of our hair also!" Pan argued.
"Pan, shut up." Bra started the engine.
Pan stared at her watch, they were almost an hour late! What would her parents think?
"Panny?" Bra had on her sweet voice, "You still owe me a picture of Goten."
"Bra, shut up." Pan smirked.
The rest of the trip home was silent, Bra wondering if she was ever going to get that picture from Pan, and Pan wondering if she was ever going to get that revenge that she wanted.
***
Bra and Pan jumped in her window, "Pan! Quick, I think dinner is starting! Hurry up and change!"
Pan opened her mouth when Bra pushed her into the closet and slammed the door, "Hurry up, Pan! We really don't have much time!"
Pan slipped on her dress, which she had just bought a few minutes back, it was electric blue. Simple yet elegant, it had a scoop neckline and no sleeves, the dress went down to her ankles and the tight fitting material showed off her curves and her finely toned stomach.
Bra, who was a fast changer, despite her reputation, was already dressed in her dress, it was ancient Chinese style, with a dragon coming up one side and a slit on the other, it was pale pink and her slender arms were lost in the giant sleeves.
"How can you stand wearing that thing? How are you going to eat?" Pan geastured to her sleeves.
Bra shrugged, "I think Goten ate all the food already, anyways."
Pan laughed, "I think you're right, Bra." She started to head downstairs and Bra stopped her.
"Pan, wait." Bra ran to her desk and pulled out a chain of pearls, she then fastened it around Pan's neck, "There, now it's complete!"
Pan smiled, "Thank you, Bra, you're always helping me, aren't you?"
Bra nodded, "Uh-huh, anything for that picture of Goten, I mean . . ."
Pan laughed, "Should've known. Some things never change"
The two girls then headed down the stairs.
Bra beamed when she saw Goten, still pigging out at the buffet table. She walked over to the buffet table casually and smiled, "Hey, Goten."
Goten didn't look up, he was eyeing a piece of roast beef quite hungrily, "Hey, who ever you are."
Bra punched him playfully on the shoulder, "What do you mean? It's me, Bra, the one and only."
"Oh, hi Bra, where's Pan?"
Bra looked behind her and found that Pan was nowhere to be seen, "I dunno, she was here a minute ago."
"Hmm . . . interesting, pass me a chicken wing, please." Goten grabbed a handful of radishes and shoved them into his mouth.
Bra rolled her eyes, sometimes talking to Goten at dinnertime wasn't such a good idea, after all, he might mistake her for a carrot.
Bulma saw Bra and asked, "Bra! Where's Pan?"
Bra shrugged, "Beats me, I'm too busy trying to avoid being eaten."
***
Trunks spotted Pan, as she was heading down the steps, he waved, "Hey!"
Pan smiled and waved back, "How have you been, Trunks?"
Trunks grinned, "Okay, until you showed up, P- er . . . I'm sorry, I must've forgotten your name again."
Pan gave an angelic smile, "Well, I guess now you have to guess what it is, I'll give you three guesses."
Trunks scratched his head, "Can I have a clue, please?"
Pan nodded, "Sure, my name is involved in Greek Mythology."
Trunks looked thoughtful, "Um . . . is it Phrixus?"
Pan shook her head playfully, letting her wild ebony hair fly across her face.
"Is it Psyche?"
Pan shook her head again, "You have one more guess."
Trunks thought for a while, "I've got it! It's Pandora, isn't it?!"
Pan smiled and leaned closer to him, she whispered into his ear, "My name is Pan."
***
Wow, I'm sorry, you guys, I haven't updated for so long, and now I leave you on yet another cliffie.
*dodges bullets*
Thanx for all the great reviews! Yay! *runs off screaming like a psyche, er. . . I mean psycho*
-Juunanagou4ever