Chapter 2
"Ma, I won't be home for dinner.I have a date!" "Who would go on a date with you?" Bra remarked. "None of your beeeeeeeezwax" Trunks spat, his tongue wagging. 'Bra! He's going on a date? Who is this chick? Do we know her?? I'LL KILL HER!' ((Note from the authors: Bra and Pan can talk to each other mentally. They messed up a fusion dance allowing them to connect permanently. Yet, this is not our story, so whenever Bra and Pan are talking in 'these' not "these".. Got it, good. continue reading.))
'Whoa, Pan, calm down. I have an idea. Let's follow them!!'
'MU HA HA! MU HA HA! MU HA HA!!'
'Ok, chill, Pan'
Off they went, following Trunks as closely as a duckling follows its mother duck. They zipped behind tree after tree, as to stay out of sight. Soon, it became clear that Trunks was on his way to Chez Moi, a popular restaurant. As the mischievious girls peered through the window of the posh restaurant, they found a suave Trunks bringing flowers to some pretty blonde. Wait, was that just any blonde?
'MARRON?? Is that Marron??'
'Yes, Pan. Don't wet your pants. Shut up, Bra! Come on, let's get a closer look.'
.................FRENCHMEN ARE FUNNY!!!.......... "Ooo la la..A beautiful couple has entered my restaurant. Zee young man, ee as a ring! Zee customers would looove to see a wedding engament in zis restaurant. Correct, Pierre?" "But of course. Ooo is zat old fat man oo seets so close to za happy couple?" "Je ne sais pas. But ee 'as lots of currency, eef you know vat I mean, Pierre." "Oui, oui Monsieur."
............The Date..........
"Pan, are you sure this disguise is working?"
"Stop talking, Bra! People are staring." "Why?" "Hmmm.maybe because the old fat guy sitting next to the happy couple is talking to himself."
'Oh, yeah...sorry'
'Do you hear anything? Let me get closer.'
She leans closer to Trunks and Marron. They hear Trunks say, "Marron, I love you so much. You are the one for me! And I want to marry you. You're the only woman I know who forgives me every time I screw up..like the time you walked in on me with that red head I met at the sports club.and the time you came home and I was in bed with that stripper from the wet t-shirt convention..oh well. Here is the ring. Do you accept?"
Pan yelps. Bra shoves her fist in Pan's mouth. Marron's voice is heard, "Oh Trunks.I DO!!!"
'THAT LITTLE SNIVELING GOLD DIGGER!!! HOW DARE SHE GO AFTER TRUNKS!!! WHY THE HELL DID HE FALL FOR HER?'
'God, Pan, CHILL! Cause she's pretty and laughs at his jokes. Duh. She's not that bad, why are you so upset?? -gasps at her startling realization- OMMYGOD!!!
'Bra.umm, I have to tell you something.'
'OMMYGGODDD!! NO! YOU DO NOT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!'
'Bra, you're turning red, lets go to the bathroom so we can talk about this like civilized people?'
'WHY SHOULD I BE CIVILIZED?? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING THIS FROM ME FOR-'
Pan, being the bottom half of the fat old man, took matters into her own hands and marched to the women's bathroom. Once inside and free from the piercing stares of her fellow customers, she grabbed Bra's leg, tossing her onto the tile floor and casting the disguise into the garbage. "Humph. I should have guessed." "Bra, I don't know what you are talking about," "Why do you always happen to come over when Trunks and Goten are sparring without their shirts on?-small pause- Why do you always linger by Trunks' room and 'accidentally' catch him in his briefs (no pun intended)? Why are you always sooo angry whenever he goes on his dates? And, why did you start screaming when you found out he was to be engaged?" Bra screached with an accusing stare. Pan stared at the floor, her cheeks turning red.
((Author Note: Brace yourselves.. random outburst time!))
"Admit it Pan, just tell me the truth...FOR ONCE!!!" "FINE!! I love him, I love him so much. I'm completely head over heels, home run, out of the park, brittany spears and justin timberlake, 10 out of 10, 100 % completely, no stops, eat my shirt, wanna see my impression of a lockjaw germ, 10 tons, barrels of kisses, eat shit and die, death TAKE ME NOW, that big white light, over the top, over flowing, water in a bath tub-- -" Bra stared, bewildered. The door of the bathroom opened. Pan gasped, "Oh shit.I mean, HI MARRON!" This statement pulled Bra out of her trance, as Pan pannicked.
'OH GOD, WHAT DO WE DO???' Pan mentally screams.
Bra thought a moment, then CONK! "Oww!!" Marron cried, "What'd you do that for!"
'What do I do?!' Bra yelps back (still mentally)
'Hit her again!'
CONK!!!
Marron hit the floor with a THWUMP and the "tink, tink" of her Tiffany jewelry slapping the tile. Pan looked up "So, how do we catch him?" "Well, my brother is interested in pretty girls." "What? Are you saying that I'm not pretty??" "Of course not! Its just that, you're a tom boy." "No I'm not!" "yes you are" "oh." "So, anyway. While you were off saving the world and stuff, what do you think I did?" "I don't know..mopped floor??" "No. I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I learned to be a girl"
"Why would you wanna do that??!" "Not all of us can go out and save the world while they grow up. So I really had nothing better to do than learn to do hair, sew, run the house, make-up.etc." "I think I see what you're getting at." Bra smiles. Pan continues, "You want me to make Trunks a turkey sandwich..with the crusts cut off." "Wha? NO!! MAKE-UP!!! It does wonders. I can make you look at least two years older." Pan smiles, "WOOOHOOO!!!" "Hey.what's going on, and why does my head hurt so much?" CONK! THWUMP! "That's great Bra, let's do it!" "Umm, Pan.there's more to being a girly girl than make-up. " "What? What more could there be?" Pan rubs her head, scratches her armpits, and sniffs. "Well, look how you act! You've grown up with boys. That's all you know." "How long will this 'transformation' take?" "I dunno, a month?" "Cool, that works." "WAIT!!! TRUNKS AND MARRON ARE GETTING MARRIED!" "You're right! How do we break them up?" "You know Trunks. His greatest fear is commitment. So, all we have to do is find some fiery empty-headed red head who'll keep him occupied til' you're ready!" The door swings open and in walks a gorgeous model type fiery red head. "Aha!" The duo said simultaneously. The red head glanced at Bra and then at her head. "You have an interesting hair color," she pauses and lets out a high pitched giggle, "Do you happen to know that gorgeous purple-haired man outside?" That remark snapped Bra's patience for this unlucky woman. "That 'gorgeous purple haired man' happens to be out of you league! That conceiler is too yellow for your complexion and it doesn't hide your thirty year old wrinkles. you fake red head!! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!!!!" she advances upon the terrified woman with her fists clenched. Out runs the red head screaming. Later on in life, she attended therapy due to the extreme traumatization.
"So Bra, what are you suggesting we do now??" "ummm..we need someone we can trust. Someone close to us, who looks great in a bathingsuit..hmmm," They lean against the wall, stroking their invisible beards. A light bulb appeared above pan's head, "I'VE GOT IT! The perfect girl!" "Great! I couldn't think of anyone! Who?" "Funny you would say that.umm, you" "Me what?" "You, you're the red herring!" "Ha, ha..that's funny pan. I'm his sister! That's illegal-" "EXACTAMOUNDO! That's why we're calling this plan 'Operation.INCEST'" "NO! no, pan! I won't do it! I'm not about to SEDUCE my BROTHER!!! Its one thing for you! Its QUITE ANOTHER THING for MOI!" "DO YOU WANT MARRON TO MARRY HIM??? SHE'LL BE YOUR INLAW!!! Bra gasps. "I don't know pan...its too weird." "Look, bra. You don't have to fuck him. You don't even have to kiss him! Its better if you don't...then he'll be really desperate. Wait, is that good? Anyway, all you have to do is keep him occupied. An make him beg for more. Hornier than a pug" "PAN! This is my brother we're talking about..I guess its not too bad.i'll do it!" "YOU WILL??? SERIOUSLY??? YOU'RE AMAZING! I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE SO SSSSSUPER!!!" ".never do that again. Chill out, don't have a conniption.let's get to work"
"Ma, I won't be home for dinner.I have a date!" "Who would go on a date with you?" Bra remarked. "None of your beeeeeeeezwax" Trunks spat, his tongue wagging. 'Bra! He's going on a date? Who is this chick? Do we know her?? I'LL KILL HER!' ((Note from the authors: Bra and Pan can talk to each other mentally. They messed up a fusion dance allowing them to connect permanently. Yet, this is not our story, so whenever Bra and Pan are talking in 'these' not "these".. Got it, good. continue reading.))
'Whoa, Pan, calm down. I have an idea. Let's follow them!!'
'MU HA HA! MU HA HA! MU HA HA!!'
'Ok, chill, Pan'
Off they went, following Trunks as closely as a duckling follows its mother duck. They zipped behind tree after tree, as to stay out of sight. Soon, it became clear that Trunks was on his way to Chez Moi, a popular restaurant. As the mischievious girls peered through the window of the posh restaurant, they found a suave Trunks bringing flowers to some pretty blonde. Wait, was that just any blonde?
'MARRON?? Is that Marron??'
'Yes, Pan. Don't wet your pants. Shut up, Bra! Come on, let's get a closer look.'
.................FRENCHMEN ARE FUNNY!!!.......... "Ooo la la..A beautiful couple has entered my restaurant. Zee young man, ee as a ring! Zee customers would looove to see a wedding engament in zis restaurant. Correct, Pierre?" "But of course. Ooo is zat old fat man oo seets so close to za happy couple?" "Je ne sais pas. But ee 'as lots of currency, eef you know vat I mean, Pierre." "Oui, oui Monsieur."
............The Date..........
"Pan, are you sure this disguise is working?"
"Stop talking, Bra! People are staring." "Why?" "Hmmm.maybe because the old fat guy sitting next to the happy couple is talking to himself."
'Oh, yeah...sorry'
'Do you hear anything? Let me get closer.'
She leans closer to Trunks and Marron. They hear Trunks say, "Marron, I love you so much. You are the one for me! And I want to marry you. You're the only woman I know who forgives me every time I screw up..like the time you walked in on me with that red head I met at the sports club.and the time you came home and I was in bed with that stripper from the wet t-shirt convention..oh well. Here is the ring. Do you accept?"
Pan yelps. Bra shoves her fist in Pan's mouth. Marron's voice is heard, "Oh Trunks.I DO!!!"
'THAT LITTLE SNIVELING GOLD DIGGER!!! HOW DARE SHE GO AFTER TRUNKS!!! WHY THE HELL DID HE FALL FOR HER?'
'God, Pan, CHILL! Cause she's pretty and laughs at his jokes. Duh. She's not that bad, why are you so upset?? -gasps at her startling realization- OMMYGOD!!!
'Bra.umm, I have to tell you something.'
'OMMYGGODDD!! NO! YOU DO NOT! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!'
'Bra, you're turning red, lets go to the bathroom so we can talk about this like civilized people?'
'WHY SHOULD I BE CIVILIZED?? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING THIS FROM ME FOR-'
Pan, being the bottom half of the fat old man, took matters into her own hands and marched to the women's bathroom. Once inside and free from the piercing stares of her fellow customers, she grabbed Bra's leg, tossing her onto the tile floor and casting the disguise into the garbage. "Humph. I should have guessed." "Bra, I don't know what you are talking about," "Why do you always happen to come over when Trunks and Goten are sparring without their shirts on?-small pause- Why do you always linger by Trunks' room and 'accidentally' catch him in his briefs (no pun intended)? Why are you always sooo angry whenever he goes on his dates? And, why did you start screaming when you found out he was to be engaged?" Bra screached with an accusing stare. Pan stared at the floor, her cheeks turning red.
((Author Note: Brace yourselves.. random outburst time!))
"Admit it Pan, just tell me the truth...FOR ONCE!!!" "FINE!! I love him, I love him so much. I'm completely head over heels, home run, out of the park, brittany spears and justin timberlake, 10 out of 10, 100 % completely, no stops, eat my shirt, wanna see my impression of a lockjaw germ, 10 tons, barrels of kisses, eat shit and die, death TAKE ME NOW, that big white light, over the top, over flowing, water in a bath tub-- -" Bra stared, bewildered. The door of the bathroom opened. Pan gasped, "Oh shit.I mean, HI MARRON!" This statement pulled Bra out of her trance, as Pan pannicked.
'OH GOD, WHAT DO WE DO???' Pan mentally screams.
Bra thought a moment, then CONK! "Oww!!" Marron cried, "What'd you do that for!"
'What do I do?!' Bra yelps back (still mentally)
'Hit her again!'
CONK!!!
Marron hit the floor with a THWUMP and the "tink, tink" of her Tiffany jewelry slapping the tile. Pan looked up "So, how do we catch him?" "Well, my brother is interested in pretty girls." "What? Are you saying that I'm not pretty??" "Of course not! Its just that, you're a tom boy." "No I'm not!" "yes you are" "oh." "So, anyway. While you were off saving the world and stuff, what do you think I did?" "I don't know..mopped floor??" "No. I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I learned to be a girl"
"Why would you wanna do that??!" "Not all of us can go out and save the world while they grow up. So I really had nothing better to do than learn to do hair, sew, run the house, make-up.etc." "I think I see what you're getting at." Bra smiles. Pan continues, "You want me to make Trunks a turkey sandwich..with the crusts cut off." "Wha? NO!! MAKE-UP!!! It does wonders. I can make you look at least two years older." Pan smiles, "WOOOHOOO!!!" "Hey.what's going on, and why does my head hurt so much?" CONK! THWUMP! "That's great Bra, let's do it!" "Umm, Pan.there's more to being a girly girl than make-up. " "What? What more could there be?" Pan rubs her head, scratches her armpits, and sniffs. "Well, look how you act! You've grown up with boys. That's all you know." "How long will this 'transformation' take?" "I dunno, a month?" "Cool, that works." "WAIT!!! TRUNKS AND MARRON ARE GETTING MARRIED!" "You're right! How do we break them up?" "You know Trunks. His greatest fear is commitment. So, all we have to do is find some fiery empty-headed red head who'll keep him occupied til' you're ready!" The door swings open and in walks a gorgeous model type fiery red head. "Aha!" The duo said simultaneously. The red head glanced at Bra and then at her head. "You have an interesting hair color," she pauses and lets out a high pitched giggle, "Do you happen to know that gorgeous purple-haired man outside?" That remark snapped Bra's patience for this unlucky woman. "That 'gorgeous purple haired man' happens to be out of you league! That conceiler is too yellow for your complexion and it doesn't hide your thirty year old wrinkles. you fake red head!! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!!!!" she advances upon the terrified woman with her fists clenched. Out runs the red head screaming. Later on in life, she attended therapy due to the extreme traumatization.
"So Bra, what are you suggesting we do now??" "ummm..we need someone we can trust. Someone close to us, who looks great in a bathingsuit..hmmm," They lean against the wall, stroking their invisible beards. A light bulb appeared above pan's head, "I'VE GOT IT! The perfect girl!" "Great! I couldn't think of anyone! Who?" "Funny you would say that.umm, you" "Me what?" "You, you're the red herring!" "Ha, ha..that's funny pan. I'm his sister! That's illegal-" "EXACTAMOUNDO! That's why we're calling this plan 'Operation.INCEST'" "NO! no, pan! I won't do it! I'm not about to SEDUCE my BROTHER!!! Its one thing for you! Its QUITE ANOTHER THING for MOI!" "DO YOU WANT MARRON TO MARRY HIM??? SHE'LL BE YOUR INLAW!!! Bra gasps. "I don't know pan...its too weird." "Look, bra. You don't have to fuck him. You don't even have to kiss him! Its better if you don't...then he'll be really desperate. Wait, is that good? Anyway, all you have to do is keep him occupied. An make him beg for more. Hornier than a pug" "PAN! This is my brother we're talking about..I guess its not too bad.i'll do it!" "YOU WILL??? SERIOUSLY??? YOU'RE AMAZING! I LOVE YOU! YOU'RE SO SSSSSUPER!!!" ".never do that again. Chill out, don't have a conniption.let's get to work"