I'm so sorry! I haven't updated for so long! I was having a writer's block,
(yah, I know, pretty pathetic to be having a writer's block just after the
first chapter) So, please enjoy this one and I will try as hard as I can to
update again very soon. I've just been pretty caught up in my other
stories, I think it's time for me to stop making so many new stories and
actually work on all of my old ones.
Well, please enjoy, here's chapter 2 for My Hatred to you.
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I watched Marron yawn and trying to snuggle up to Trunks. . .she was pathetic, I mean, he was getting married, after all. She had absolutely no chance with him. . .
My lips curled into a smile, as my gaze switched to the pair on the couch, I felt happy for Bra and Goten, they were a great couple, I stopped smiling, what do I care? And why do I care?
I stretched my arms out and found Trunks staring at me, I glared at him and he quickly turned his away, was he always this weird? I tried to pay more attention to the movie, but it was quite hard with Kat and Rachel chatting like crazy. I shook my head, and almost laughed out loud. Marron was wooing Trunks, Kat and Sandra were having a debate over some sort of fashion and Bra and Goten were flirting nonstop, what a great way to spend a Friday night.
I looked beside myself, where Rachel was sitting, she was okay, she giggled a lot, but didn't talk too much, that suited me just fine. She had nice hair, too, and didn't dress like a slut. I looked over at Kat, who was wearing a teeny-weeny skirt with a skimpy tube top and fishnet stockings. And Sandra was wearing a hot pink dress with a slit up the side the size of Mexico. I glanced back at Rachel, she was wearing jeans and a plain white t- shirt. She looked like the smart, sensible type. I asked myself why I was paying attention to what other people were wearing, who cares? I was wearing a pair of capris and a dark blue sweatshirt, that suited me just fine also.
I tried to pay attention to the movie but my eyes landed on Marron, she wasn't dressed too sensibly either. With her leather mini skirt and her top with the scoop neckline that was, low, very low. She had a ton of makeup on that made her look like a cross between a gay enchantress and a banshee.
I tried, once again, to pay attention to the movie, I succeeded, for about 5 seconds. This time my gaze switched to Bra, she was wearing light blue pajamas. And Goten was wearing a red sweatshirt. I slapped myself upside the head, who cares what they're wearing?
Rachel must've noticed because she asked me, "I think this movie is boring also."
I managed a weak smile, "You don't like sappy romance movies?"
Rachel shook her head, "No, I'm more the Horror/Angst type."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised, she didn't look it, "Really? I fancy angst myself."
Rachel nodded and smiled, I smiled back, but I don't think my lips were listening to my brain, for I did not feel them move, oh well, it's the thought that counts, I guess.
I heard Kat mention my name and Sandra snicker, I didn't care, I could knock the hell out of them with just my pinky. I had been training. . .a lot in the past year. What annoyed me was that no one else trained anymore, without danger, everyone sort of . . . droops. But there was one person besides my Grandfather Gokou that I admired, Vegeta, he trains twenty-four seven, and he doesn't give a damn about his children. I smirked, I wished he was my father. . .
Thinking of Vegeta, I stood up and started to head downstairs, it was time I paid my old sensei a visit. I could feel Trunks' gaze piercing through my skin, why must he constantly stare at me? Being the most eligible bachelor in the world, you'd think he would know it was rude to stare.
I walked down the steps and pushed open the large metal door, there, standing in front of me, was a very surprised and sweaty Vegeta. I whispered, "Hello, Vegeta, how are you?"
"Kakarotto's grand-brat?" Vegeta asked, shocked, "How can your ki be so high?"
I smirked, "Well, it's nice to see you too, sensei."
Vegeta smirked also, "Well, at least there's one other Saiya-jin who is willing to train, I've just about given up on that brat of mine, I can knock him out in two punches."
"Not surprising." I nodded, the thought of Trunks being knocked out was quite enlightening, actually.
Vegeta growled, "You, me, spar, here, now!"
I nodded and stepped into the gravity room, I glanced at the monitor, funny, the 1700 gravity didn't even faze me. I looked over myself and Vegeta tossed me a spandex gi, sort of like his. I looked around myself for a changing room of some sort, there was none, so Vegeta stepped out of the gravity room and said, "Two minutes!"
I smiled and put on the gi, it was a bit tight, but at least it was black. Vegeta stepped back into the room and grunted, "That was more than two minutes, brat!"
I shrugged and flew straight at him, another smile formed on my face, this was about to get very interesting. . .
~*~
Marron was still leaning against my chest, I tried to push her off, but she pretended she was asleep. So I stood up, knocking her straight to the floor. She glared at me but I didn't care. I stretched and walked downstairs, even as I walk down the large wooden steps I could feel my father's strength increase.
I watched from the crack of the door, dad was in Super Saiya-jin 2 already, and Pan was still regular. I watched them spar with mixed emotions, I felt a drop of drool falling from my mouth, I don't know whether if it was from the envy that I couldn't fight like that anymore, or because Pan was in a spandex suit.
Suddenly, they stopped, and I quickly ran upstairs, the last thing I wanted was for them to know I had been watching them. I heard my father mutter, "Good spar, brat, it's a shame you can't reach super Saiya-jin, you have so much potential."
I gulped, I knew that my father's words were directed at me, since I have taken over Capsule Corp. I haven't been training, at all. He was probably disappointed that I, the weakling could reach super Saiya-jin 2 and Pan, the super-girl couldn't even reach super Saiya-jin.
I joined the group that was still watching the movie. I sat down on the ground, far, far away from Marron. She didn't look too pleased about my change in location, I didn't care.
The movie ended, to my huge relief, that was the last time I'll ever watch one of the movies that Bra rented. I don't think she even watched it, she was too busy flirting with Goten.
Pan came into the living room, dressed in her regular clothes, funny, I couldn't see a hint of muscle on her, how can she be so strong? And she was so skinny, it kind of frightened me, she must've lost a lot of weight.
Bra finally got up from Goten's embrace and she announced that we played truth or dare. I think it was time for me to get lost, I hate her dares. I stood up and was about to walk away when I felt someone grabbing on to my arm, it was Goten.
"Oh, no you don't, if I have to play, you have to play. We share each other's pains." The dark haired demi Saiya-jin smiled.
I moaned, but my supposedly best friend showed no compassion, so I joined the circle the others were sitting in, well, everyone besides Pan, who was sitting on the couch.
"Pan." My annoying little sister called, "C'mon, the game is starting!"
Pan didn't move, "I'm not playing."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to." Pan folded her arms.
"Why?"
I slapped my forehead, jeez, my sister can be so annoying sometimes. Pan sighed and joined the circle also, she must've realized that arguing with Bra was impossible.
"Alright, we're going clockwise, and I'll go first." Bra said, "Okay, Gotie, truth or dare?"
"Truth." Goten looked frightened, I would too, if Bra dared me.
Bra smiled her annoying smile, "On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like me?"
Goten grinned, "Eleven."
I moaned, how corny can they get?
Bra smiled and Goten turned to Pan, "Alright, Panny, your turn."
Pan snapped, "Don't call me that."
Goten looked surprised, "Okay then. . .truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"How about, um. . .putting on one of Bra's dresses?" Goten asked.
I winced, if there was one thing Pan hated, it was wearing a dress, and Bra's dresses were about as dressiest they got.
Pan glared at Goten as he and Bra went into her room to pick a dress. The phone rang and I ran to get it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Trunksies, what's up? Are you busy?"
I smiled, good ol' Elle, saving me from bloodshed.
"Nope, would you like to come over?"
"Thanks, sweetie, be over in 15."
I frowned, 15 minutes? That equaled three more dares, one of which involved me.
"Can't you come sooner?"
I could hear her laugh, "Anxious, aren't you? Fine, be over in five."
"Okay, thanks, see you."
"Bye, Trunksies."
I hung up and walked back to the living room, Pan was glaring so hard at Goten I thought he would scream and jump out the window. I realized why she was glaring, Goten was holding out a dress with spaghetti straps and a very tight bodice. The skirt was short and tight also.
Pan hissed, "I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do." She snatched the dress and stomped off to the washroom to change.
I think Goten was scared, because I think I heard a whimper, we all waited for Pan to come back, when she did, she was in the dress, and I think my jaw dropped, I can't remember, all I remember was a very pretty girl in a very tight dress.
Pan was still glaring at Goten, "There, are you happy?"
Goten nodded and Pan was about to stomp back to the washroom when I jumped in front of her and snapped a picture. She growled, "Give that camera to me!"
I shook my head, "Sorry, Pan, but this is my camera."
I heard Marron snicker and Pan tried to grab it out of my grasp, but I was too quick, I ran to my room, took out the film and hid it under my bed, a picture of Pan in a dress was priceless.
When I got back into the living room, everyone was snickering and giving me high-fives, well, everyone besides Pan, who was now dressed in her normal clothes, I marveled at how the girl could change so fast, then I gulped, it was her turn to dare someone, that someone was me.
Bra clapped her hands, "Alright, back to the game, go ahead, Pan."
Pan asked me, "Truth or dare?"
I must've been out of my mind to pick dare, but I didn't trust her with truth, actually, I didn't trust her with dare, either.
"Well, Trunks, get a pair of scissors and slash both your wrists, then I want you to watch yourself bleed," Pan smirked, and then she added, "Oh, and take a picture of yourself dying."
I gulped, and Goten came to my rescue, "Um. . . Panny, I don't think that that's allowed."
Pan scowled and I sighed in relief, she quickly smirked again, "Alright then, I want 'you' to dress up in one of Bra's dresses."
I think my jaw dropped again, because she came back with a strapless, pink evening gown with a huge, puffy skirt.
She smirked and handed it to me, "Enjoy."
I whimpered and looked at Goten for help, but he was too busy laughing. I growled, that bastard, what ever happened to 'we share each other's pains'?
I stomped off to the washroom and put on the dress, I thought about escaping through the window, but my pride got the better of me, Trunks Vegeta-Briefs does not back down from challenges of any sorts. I took a deep breath and walked back into the living room, to my horror, Pan was holding a camera, Bra's camera, to be exact, and she snapped pictures of me.
"Sorry, Trunks, but that shade of pink clashes with your hair."
I gritted my teeth, what could I say? I brought it upon myself. Suddenly the doorbell rung. My sister ran to get it, I moaned, please, not here, not now!
Too late, I had to make a decision, if I ran to the washroom and changed, then Pan would be able to hide the film, this way, this incident will last forever. Or I could stay here and try to get the film from her. Or bribe her with the other roll of film, but then. . .my fiancée would probably think I was gay.
I pounded my head, what should I do? And then, I sighed and pleaded, "Pan? May I have that roll of film?"
She shook her head playfully, her long ebony hair flying into her face. I tried again, "Pan? I'll exchange that roll of film for the other picture I took earlier, alright?"
She shook her head again, "Sorry, Trunks, but I prefer this picture of you in a dress."
Goten, Rachel, Marron, Kat and Sandra all laughed, just then Bra came skipping into the room, "Hey, Trunks? Look who is here?"
The strawberry-blond following her was none other, than Elle, my fiancée. I moaned and gave a little wave, "Hey, Elle."
Her eyes grew wide when she saw me in a dress, she gasped, "Trunksies! I didn't know you cross dressed?"
I was about to open my mouth when Bra interrupted, "He doesn't usually, he just wanted to show off his new dress to us."
I wanted to rip her head off right then and there, but I had to explain to Elle about my situation, "It was a dare, she" I pointed to Pan, "dared me to dress up in one of Bra's dresses."
Pan laughed her cold, harsh laugh, "Yup, and I took a memento too." She held up her camera.
I saw Elle's eyes glitter with anger, I sure hoped she wouldn't do what I think what she was going to do, knowing her for almost a year, she would most definitely yell at Pan.
"How dare you make a fool out of my Trunksies?" Elle yelled in Pan's face, who didn't look the least bit startled.
The others were all quiet, they knew about her temper tantrums, and she could get down right nasty. Elle grabbed for the camera, but Pan had a death grip on it.
"Give me that!" Elle grabbed for it again.
Pan smirked, "My, my, didn't your mother ever teach you manners? You forgot to say please."
Elle hissed something under her breath which I didn't hear, but I'm sure it wasn't too pleasant, because Pan's smirk faded.
"Look, I'm keeping this roll of film." Pan said, "So don't waste your time trying to get it."
Elle hissed, "Look, you little brat, Trunks is my fiancé, and if you don't give me that camera now, I'll send him on you!"
Pan gasped, "Oh no! I'm so scared! Not! What's he going to do?"
Elle hissed, once again, "My Trunksies can beat the crap out of you in two seconds, so don't push it!"
I gulped, I didn't want to die, not yet, I had so much life ahead of me. Pan pointed a finger at me, "Oh really, Trunks? Can you really beat the crap out of me in two seconds?"
"No, of course not!" Elle interrupted, "One second is all it takes."
Pan crossed her arms, "Look, lady, why don't we drop this, I don't want to have to hurt your 'fiancé'."
Elle slapped Pan, and the silence that followed was deadly, Elle screamed, "You cannot hurt him, not in anyway possible, my Trunks is the strongest man on earth!"
Bra and Goten both watched with large eyes, Pan can get pretty angry when she was pissed off. But to my surprise, she just smirked again, "Right, you just keep telling yourself that."
Elle yelled, "I don't have to! I saw him beat the crap out of his dad the other day. Everyone thinks his dad is the strongest person, but Trunks can knock that gay guy cold in-" She didn't finish, because Pan was holding her by her neck, and she raised Elle above her head.
"Alright, which way do you want to die?"
Elle screamed, "Trunksies! Help me!"
I stepped forward to help her, but Pan shot a look at me, "If you come one step closer, I swear I will kill her."
Elle whined again, " TRUNKS!"
I didn't know what to do, she had insulted my dad, and that was a crime, and she also lied about me beating the crap out of my dad, which if he heard, I'd be mincemeat, but I didn't want her to be tortured by Pan so I asked, "Pan? Put her down, please."
"Why would I want to do that?"
I gulped, "Because she's my fiancé? Please, Panny?"
She growled and put Elle down, Elle collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Pan hissed, "If you ever insult my sensei again, I swear, you will die so horribly you will wish you never lived!"
Elle whimpered and hid behind me, I patted her head, "Do you wanna go out for a while?"
She nodded and I whispered, "We'll go as soon as I change, okay?"
She nodded again and I walked towards my room.
~*~
I didn't know why I didn't kill her, I swear I was going to, after she had insulted the strongest man alive, since my Grandpa has merged with the Dragonballs, he is no longer considered alive.
Bra looked up from her magazine, "You okay, Pan? She pissed you off pretty bad, eh?"
I nodded, after Trunks and Elle left, we stopped playing truth or dare. Goten left and we were in Bra's room looking at magazines.
Kat and Sandra avoided me all evening, I think they were scared, I think Marron was glad I scared the shit out of Elle, but she too, was giving me strange looks. Rachel didn't mind too much, she said she'd be pissed off if that happened to her, also. Bra, of course, now worshipped me as the official Elle killer.
I stretched my legs, and glanced at the clock, it was almost 1 o'clock and Trunks still hasn't come back, I shook my head, who cares about him, he can go and drown himself as far as I'm concerned.
Rachel handed me her magazine, "Look at this article, did you know that 80 percent of boys are afraid of commitment?"
I shook my head and yawned, I was pretty tired but had no intentions of going to sleep. Bra smiled at me, "Wanna come shopping with me tomorrow?"
I nodded my head, it wasn't like I had anything better to do. Bra then asked the other girls, "Do you guys wanna come too?"
Kat shook her head, "Nah, I've got a date."
Marron shook her head also, "Can't, I have to work."
Sandra just gave a blank look to me.
Bra suggested, "Maybe I could ask Vicky to come, it was a shame she couldn't come to this sleepover, you would've liked her, Pan."
I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. I yawned again and Bra asked, "Wanna do something fun?"
I moaned sarcastically, "How can anything be more fun than truth or dare?"
Bra giggled, "Well, come on, I'll show you."
I raised my eyebrow again, but didn't complain, so I followed her into Trunks' room.
I crossed my arms, "I hate to say it, but his room is a lot cleaner than yours."
Bra scowled, "Well, he hardly sleeps in it, he has his own apartment."
I shrugged, and Bra fumbled in his dresser, she got out all of his clothes and piled them up on his bed, she thought for a minute and then called Rachel to the room also.
"We need a lot of help." She explained and mumbled something to Rachel that I couldn't hear, then the two of them started laughing like crazy. Rachel then started picking up the clothes in armloads and carrying it all downstairs.
Bra winked at me, "Well, we're going to switch Trunks' clothes with some of my mom's and some of mine."
I looked puzzled and asked, "And why are we performing such a time-wasting pointless activity?"
Bra laughed, "Well, Elle sometimes stay over and I'm sure Trunks would like to live up to his reputation of a cross-dresser."
I almost smiled, Bra may be a flirt and a fashion freak but she sure had the best ideas sometimes. I started helping Bra find some clothes of Bulma's and we shoved them in Trunks' dresser, the compartments soon filled up, his jeans drawer now contained dozens of dresses, his sweater drawer was still a sweater drawer, but now it was full of women's sweaters, his shirt drawer was now a blouse/tank top drawer. His sock drawer was converted to a drawer full of stockings and leggings. We had one drawer left and I stood back while Bra emptied the contents. I laughed out loud, "Trunks wears ducky boxers?"
Bra grinned, "You better believe it, it's quite amusing actually, thinking about the president of the largest and most successful company in the world attending a very important meeting, one that would involve a contract, and if successful, millions of dollars worth of profits, he'll be working his hardest to present a smooth and serious speech, and all the mean while wearing little ducky boxers."
I laughed, it was quite funny if you thought about it that way. I followed Bra into Bulma's bedroom, I was surprised when Bra held up a few scraps of clothes of which she called 'lingerie'.
"Your mother actually wears all that stuff?"
Bra nodded and I shuddered, I will never look at Bulma again the same way.
I asked, "I thought you were going to use some clothes of your own."
She shook her head, "Nah, I decided not to, if he went in a fit of rage he might damage some of my clothes."
I slapped my cheek, "Oh. . . the horrors. . ."
Bra must've noticed my sarcasm because she quickly grabbed a silk scarf and walked back into Trunks' room.
Rachel had finally loaded everything in a spare room in the basement, "Hurry! I think I hear a car pulling up the driveway!"
Bra quickly shoved Bulma's 'personal clothes' in Trunks' top drawer, she then put the scarf in the middle drawer and slammed all the drawers shut, making sure that part of the flowery scarf was visible. Rachel giggled and I marveled at Bra's quick thinking, if Elle saw the scarf, then she'll be sure to open the drawer and discover Trunks' interesting little habit.
We marched back to her room just in time to hear the front door opening, I heard a girl's laugh and smirked, things were going to get interesting. . .
~*~
I couldn't feel a bit mad at Elle, she had insulted my father, and boasted about my 'incredible strength', though it was hard to stay mad at her. Oh, some times she can be one hell of a bitch, but as soon as I look into those sparkling green eyes of hers, all my anger just melts away.
I lead her past Bra's room, the door was open and when the girls saw me, they all gave a little wave, except for Pan, who had a weird smile on her face, one that I didn't trust.
I felt Elle's grip on my hand tighten, so I walked faster towards my room, we sat down on my bed and Elle was about to open her mouth to say something, when I, well, we both noticed a scarf, and a flowery one at that, sticking out of my dresser.
She teased, "Trunksies, haven't you been keeping your room clean?"
I nodded weakly, why was there a scarf in my dresser? As Elle walked towards it to pull it out, a very horrible thought crossed my mind, they wouldn't!
Elle tugged at the scarf, but it wouldn't budge, she kicked the drawer, "Stupid thing!"
I was about to tell her to stop when she got the drawer open and pulled the scarf out, "Has your sister been throwing her things in your room again?"
I tried to shut the drawer, for I had now seen the contents, but unfortunately, so has she.
Elle's large green eyes widened, "Trunks? What's all this stuff?"
I tried to speak but no words came out, my supposedly shirt drawer was filled with flowery blouses, some semi-see through. I recognized them as my mother's.
"E-Elle, these are my mother's."
"You wear your mother's clothes?" Her eyes were of shock.
I tried to explain but she opened the other drawers as well, her eyes widened more with each one, and when she reached my underwear drawer, she held out a black tight thingy which I didn't recognize, but I was pretty sure that both my mom and dad did.
"Trunks? Why do you have all this stuff? Do you actually wear them?"
I shook my head, "Of course not! I bet this is some stupid prank of my sister's and her friends."
I stomped out of my room, I was going to get to the bottom of this incident, and whoever involved was going to pay. . .
~*~
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Well, please enjoy, here's chapter 2 for My Hatred to you.
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I watched Marron yawn and trying to snuggle up to Trunks. . .she was pathetic, I mean, he was getting married, after all. She had absolutely no chance with him. . .
My lips curled into a smile, as my gaze switched to the pair on the couch, I felt happy for Bra and Goten, they were a great couple, I stopped smiling, what do I care? And why do I care?
I stretched my arms out and found Trunks staring at me, I glared at him and he quickly turned his away, was he always this weird? I tried to pay more attention to the movie, but it was quite hard with Kat and Rachel chatting like crazy. I shook my head, and almost laughed out loud. Marron was wooing Trunks, Kat and Sandra were having a debate over some sort of fashion and Bra and Goten were flirting nonstop, what a great way to spend a Friday night.
I looked beside myself, where Rachel was sitting, she was okay, she giggled a lot, but didn't talk too much, that suited me just fine. She had nice hair, too, and didn't dress like a slut. I looked over at Kat, who was wearing a teeny-weeny skirt with a skimpy tube top and fishnet stockings. And Sandra was wearing a hot pink dress with a slit up the side the size of Mexico. I glanced back at Rachel, she was wearing jeans and a plain white t- shirt. She looked like the smart, sensible type. I asked myself why I was paying attention to what other people were wearing, who cares? I was wearing a pair of capris and a dark blue sweatshirt, that suited me just fine also.
I tried to pay attention to the movie but my eyes landed on Marron, she wasn't dressed too sensibly either. With her leather mini skirt and her top with the scoop neckline that was, low, very low. She had a ton of makeup on that made her look like a cross between a gay enchantress and a banshee.
I tried, once again, to pay attention to the movie, I succeeded, for about 5 seconds. This time my gaze switched to Bra, she was wearing light blue pajamas. And Goten was wearing a red sweatshirt. I slapped myself upside the head, who cares what they're wearing?
Rachel must've noticed because she asked me, "I think this movie is boring also."
I managed a weak smile, "You don't like sappy romance movies?"
Rachel shook her head, "No, I'm more the Horror/Angst type."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised, she didn't look it, "Really? I fancy angst myself."
Rachel nodded and smiled, I smiled back, but I don't think my lips were listening to my brain, for I did not feel them move, oh well, it's the thought that counts, I guess.
I heard Kat mention my name and Sandra snicker, I didn't care, I could knock the hell out of them with just my pinky. I had been training. . .a lot in the past year. What annoyed me was that no one else trained anymore, without danger, everyone sort of . . . droops. But there was one person besides my Grandfather Gokou that I admired, Vegeta, he trains twenty-four seven, and he doesn't give a damn about his children. I smirked, I wished he was my father. . .
Thinking of Vegeta, I stood up and started to head downstairs, it was time I paid my old sensei a visit. I could feel Trunks' gaze piercing through my skin, why must he constantly stare at me? Being the most eligible bachelor in the world, you'd think he would know it was rude to stare.
I walked down the steps and pushed open the large metal door, there, standing in front of me, was a very surprised and sweaty Vegeta. I whispered, "Hello, Vegeta, how are you?"
"Kakarotto's grand-brat?" Vegeta asked, shocked, "How can your ki be so high?"
I smirked, "Well, it's nice to see you too, sensei."
Vegeta smirked also, "Well, at least there's one other Saiya-jin who is willing to train, I've just about given up on that brat of mine, I can knock him out in two punches."
"Not surprising." I nodded, the thought of Trunks being knocked out was quite enlightening, actually.
Vegeta growled, "You, me, spar, here, now!"
I nodded and stepped into the gravity room, I glanced at the monitor, funny, the 1700 gravity didn't even faze me. I looked over myself and Vegeta tossed me a spandex gi, sort of like his. I looked around myself for a changing room of some sort, there was none, so Vegeta stepped out of the gravity room and said, "Two minutes!"
I smiled and put on the gi, it was a bit tight, but at least it was black. Vegeta stepped back into the room and grunted, "That was more than two minutes, brat!"
I shrugged and flew straight at him, another smile formed on my face, this was about to get very interesting. . .
~*~
Marron was still leaning against my chest, I tried to push her off, but she pretended she was asleep. So I stood up, knocking her straight to the floor. She glared at me but I didn't care. I stretched and walked downstairs, even as I walk down the large wooden steps I could feel my father's strength increase.
I watched from the crack of the door, dad was in Super Saiya-jin 2 already, and Pan was still regular. I watched them spar with mixed emotions, I felt a drop of drool falling from my mouth, I don't know whether if it was from the envy that I couldn't fight like that anymore, or because Pan was in a spandex suit.
Suddenly, they stopped, and I quickly ran upstairs, the last thing I wanted was for them to know I had been watching them. I heard my father mutter, "Good spar, brat, it's a shame you can't reach super Saiya-jin, you have so much potential."
I gulped, I knew that my father's words were directed at me, since I have taken over Capsule Corp. I haven't been training, at all. He was probably disappointed that I, the weakling could reach super Saiya-jin 2 and Pan, the super-girl couldn't even reach super Saiya-jin.
I joined the group that was still watching the movie. I sat down on the ground, far, far away from Marron. She didn't look too pleased about my change in location, I didn't care.
The movie ended, to my huge relief, that was the last time I'll ever watch one of the movies that Bra rented. I don't think she even watched it, she was too busy flirting with Goten.
Pan came into the living room, dressed in her regular clothes, funny, I couldn't see a hint of muscle on her, how can she be so strong? And she was so skinny, it kind of frightened me, she must've lost a lot of weight.
Bra finally got up from Goten's embrace and she announced that we played truth or dare. I think it was time for me to get lost, I hate her dares. I stood up and was about to walk away when I felt someone grabbing on to my arm, it was Goten.
"Oh, no you don't, if I have to play, you have to play. We share each other's pains." The dark haired demi Saiya-jin smiled.
I moaned, but my supposedly best friend showed no compassion, so I joined the circle the others were sitting in, well, everyone besides Pan, who was sitting on the couch.
"Pan." My annoying little sister called, "C'mon, the game is starting!"
Pan didn't move, "I'm not playing."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to." Pan folded her arms.
"Why?"
I slapped my forehead, jeez, my sister can be so annoying sometimes. Pan sighed and joined the circle also, she must've realized that arguing with Bra was impossible.
"Alright, we're going clockwise, and I'll go first." Bra said, "Okay, Gotie, truth or dare?"
"Truth." Goten looked frightened, I would too, if Bra dared me.
Bra smiled her annoying smile, "On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like me?"
Goten grinned, "Eleven."
I moaned, how corny can they get?
Bra smiled and Goten turned to Pan, "Alright, Panny, your turn."
Pan snapped, "Don't call me that."
Goten looked surprised, "Okay then. . .truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"How about, um. . .putting on one of Bra's dresses?" Goten asked.
I winced, if there was one thing Pan hated, it was wearing a dress, and Bra's dresses were about as dressiest they got.
Pan glared at Goten as he and Bra went into her room to pick a dress. The phone rang and I ran to get it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Trunksies, what's up? Are you busy?"
I smiled, good ol' Elle, saving me from bloodshed.
"Nope, would you like to come over?"
"Thanks, sweetie, be over in 15."
I frowned, 15 minutes? That equaled three more dares, one of which involved me.
"Can't you come sooner?"
I could hear her laugh, "Anxious, aren't you? Fine, be over in five."
"Okay, thanks, see you."
"Bye, Trunksies."
I hung up and walked back to the living room, Pan was glaring so hard at Goten I thought he would scream and jump out the window. I realized why she was glaring, Goten was holding out a dress with spaghetti straps and a very tight bodice. The skirt was short and tight also.
Pan hissed, "I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do." She snatched the dress and stomped off to the washroom to change.
I think Goten was scared, because I think I heard a whimper, we all waited for Pan to come back, when she did, she was in the dress, and I think my jaw dropped, I can't remember, all I remember was a very pretty girl in a very tight dress.
Pan was still glaring at Goten, "There, are you happy?"
Goten nodded and Pan was about to stomp back to the washroom when I jumped in front of her and snapped a picture. She growled, "Give that camera to me!"
I shook my head, "Sorry, Pan, but this is my camera."
I heard Marron snicker and Pan tried to grab it out of my grasp, but I was too quick, I ran to my room, took out the film and hid it under my bed, a picture of Pan in a dress was priceless.
When I got back into the living room, everyone was snickering and giving me high-fives, well, everyone besides Pan, who was now dressed in her normal clothes, I marveled at how the girl could change so fast, then I gulped, it was her turn to dare someone, that someone was me.
Bra clapped her hands, "Alright, back to the game, go ahead, Pan."
Pan asked me, "Truth or dare?"
I must've been out of my mind to pick dare, but I didn't trust her with truth, actually, I didn't trust her with dare, either.
"Well, Trunks, get a pair of scissors and slash both your wrists, then I want you to watch yourself bleed," Pan smirked, and then she added, "Oh, and take a picture of yourself dying."
I gulped, and Goten came to my rescue, "Um. . . Panny, I don't think that that's allowed."
Pan scowled and I sighed in relief, she quickly smirked again, "Alright then, I want 'you' to dress up in one of Bra's dresses."
I think my jaw dropped again, because she came back with a strapless, pink evening gown with a huge, puffy skirt.
She smirked and handed it to me, "Enjoy."
I whimpered and looked at Goten for help, but he was too busy laughing. I growled, that bastard, what ever happened to 'we share each other's pains'?
I stomped off to the washroom and put on the dress, I thought about escaping through the window, but my pride got the better of me, Trunks Vegeta-Briefs does not back down from challenges of any sorts. I took a deep breath and walked back into the living room, to my horror, Pan was holding a camera, Bra's camera, to be exact, and she snapped pictures of me.
"Sorry, Trunks, but that shade of pink clashes with your hair."
I gritted my teeth, what could I say? I brought it upon myself. Suddenly the doorbell rung. My sister ran to get it, I moaned, please, not here, not now!
Too late, I had to make a decision, if I ran to the washroom and changed, then Pan would be able to hide the film, this way, this incident will last forever. Or I could stay here and try to get the film from her. Or bribe her with the other roll of film, but then. . .my fiancée would probably think I was gay.
I pounded my head, what should I do? And then, I sighed and pleaded, "Pan? May I have that roll of film?"
She shook her head playfully, her long ebony hair flying into her face. I tried again, "Pan? I'll exchange that roll of film for the other picture I took earlier, alright?"
She shook her head again, "Sorry, Trunks, but I prefer this picture of you in a dress."
Goten, Rachel, Marron, Kat and Sandra all laughed, just then Bra came skipping into the room, "Hey, Trunks? Look who is here?"
The strawberry-blond following her was none other, than Elle, my fiancée. I moaned and gave a little wave, "Hey, Elle."
Her eyes grew wide when she saw me in a dress, she gasped, "Trunksies! I didn't know you cross dressed?"
I was about to open my mouth when Bra interrupted, "He doesn't usually, he just wanted to show off his new dress to us."
I wanted to rip her head off right then and there, but I had to explain to Elle about my situation, "It was a dare, she" I pointed to Pan, "dared me to dress up in one of Bra's dresses."
Pan laughed her cold, harsh laugh, "Yup, and I took a memento too." She held up her camera.
I saw Elle's eyes glitter with anger, I sure hoped she wouldn't do what I think what she was going to do, knowing her for almost a year, she would most definitely yell at Pan.
"How dare you make a fool out of my Trunksies?" Elle yelled in Pan's face, who didn't look the least bit startled.
The others were all quiet, they knew about her temper tantrums, and she could get down right nasty. Elle grabbed for the camera, but Pan had a death grip on it.
"Give me that!" Elle grabbed for it again.
Pan smirked, "My, my, didn't your mother ever teach you manners? You forgot to say please."
Elle hissed something under her breath which I didn't hear, but I'm sure it wasn't too pleasant, because Pan's smirk faded.
"Look, I'm keeping this roll of film." Pan said, "So don't waste your time trying to get it."
Elle hissed, "Look, you little brat, Trunks is my fiancé, and if you don't give me that camera now, I'll send him on you!"
Pan gasped, "Oh no! I'm so scared! Not! What's he going to do?"
Elle hissed, once again, "My Trunksies can beat the crap out of you in two seconds, so don't push it!"
I gulped, I didn't want to die, not yet, I had so much life ahead of me. Pan pointed a finger at me, "Oh really, Trunks? Can you really beat the crap out of me in two seconds?"
"No, of course not!" Elle interrupted, "One second is all it takes."
Pan crossed her arms, "Look, lady, why don't we drop this, I don't want to have to hurt your 'fiancé'."
Elle slapped Pan, and the silence that followed was deadly, Elle screamed, "You cannot hurt him, not in anyway possible, my Trunks is the strongest man on earth!"
Bra and Goten both watched with large eyes, Pan can get pretty angry when she was pissed off. But to my surprise, she just smirked again, "Right, you just keep telling yourself that."
Elle yelled, "I don't have to! I saw him beat the crap out of his dad the other day. Everyone thinks his dad is the strongest person, but Trunks can knock that gay guy cold in-" She didn't finish, because Pan was holding her by her neck, and she raised Elle above her head.
"Alright, which way do you want to die?"
Elle screamed, "Trunksies! Help me!"
I stepped forward to help her, but Pan shot a look at me, "If you come one step closer, I swear I will kill her."
Elle whined again, " TRUNKS!"
I didn't know what to do, she had insulted my dad, and that was a crime, and she also lied about me beating the crap out of my dad, which if he heard, I'd be mincemeat, but I didn't want her to be tortured by Pan so I asked, "Pan? Put her down, please."
"Why would I want to do that?"
I gulped, "Because she's my fiancé? Please, Panny?"
She growled and put Elle down, Elle collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. Pan hissed, "If you ever insult my sensei again, I swear, you will die so horribly you will wish you never lived!"
Elle whimpered and hid behind me, I patted her head, "Do you wanna go out for a while?"
She nodded and I whispered, "We'll go as soon as I change, okay?"
She nodded again and I walked towards my room.
~*~
I didn't know why I didn't kill her, I swear I was going to, after she had insulted the strongest man alive, since my Grandpa has merged with the Dragonballs, he is no longer considered alive.
Bra looked up from her magazine, "You okay, Pan? She pissed you off pretty bad, eh?"
I nodded, after Trunks and Elle left, we stopped playing truth or dare. Goten left and we were in Bra's room looking at magazines.
Kat and Sandra avoided me all evening, I think they were scared, I think Marron was glad I scared the shit out of Elle, but she too, was giving me strange looks. Rachel didn't mind too much, she said she'd be pissed off if that happened to her, also. Bra, of course, now worshipped me as the official Elle killer.
I stretched my legs, and glanced at the clock, it was almost 1 o'clock and Trunks still hasn't come back, I shook my head, who cares about him, he can go and drown himself as far as I'm concerned.
Rachel handed me her magazine, "Look at this article, did you know that 80 percent of boys are afraid of commitment?"
I shook my head and yawned, I was pretty tired but had no intentions of going to sleep. Bra smiled at me, "Wanna come shopping with me tomorrow?"
I nodded my head, it wasn't like I had anything better to do. Bra then asked the other girls, "Do you guys wanna come too?"
Kat shook her head, "Nah, I've got a date."
Marron shook her head also, "Can't, I have to work."
Sandra just gave a blank look to me.
Bra suggested, "Maybe I could ask Vicky to come, it was a shame she couldn't come to this sleepover, you would've liked her, Pan."
I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. I yawned again and Bra asked, "Wanna do something fun?"
I moaned sarcastically, "How can anything be more fun than truth or dare?"
Bra giggled, "Well, come on, I'll show you."
I raised my eyebrow again, but didn't complain, so I followed her into Trunks' room.
I crossed my arms, "I hate to say it, but his room is a lot cleaner than yours."
Bra scowled, "Well, he hardly sleeps in it, he has his own apartment."
I shrugged, and Bra fumbled in his dresser, she got out all of his clothes and piled them up on his bed, she thought for a minute and then called Rachel to the room also.
"We need a lot of help." She explained and mumbled something to Rachel that I couldn't hear, then the two of them started laughing like crazy. Rachel then started picking up the clothes in armloads and carrying it all downstairs.
Bra winked at me, "Well, we're going to switch Trunks' clothes with some of my mom's and some of mine."
I looked puzzled and asked, "And why are we performing such a time-wasting pointless activity?"
Bra laughed, "Well, Elle sometimes stay over and I'm sure Trunks would like to live up to his reputation of a cross-dresser."
I almost smiled, Bra may be a flirt and a fashion freak but she sure had the best ideas sometimes. I started helping Bra find some clothes of Bulma's and we shoved them in Trunks' dresser, the compartments soon filled up, his jeans drawer now contained dozens of dresses, his sweater drawer was still a sweater drawer, but now it was full of women's sweaters, his shirt drawer was now a blouse/tank top drawer. His sock drawer was converted to a drawer full of stockings and leggings. We had one drawer left and I stood back while Bra emptied the contents. I laughed out loud, "Trunks wears ducky boxers?"
Bra grinned, "You better believe it, it's quite amusing actually, thinking about the president of the largest and most successful company in the world attending a very important meeting, one that would involve a contract, and if successful, millions of dollars worth of profits, he'll be working his hardest to present a smooth and serious speech, and all the mean while wearing little ducky boxers."
I laughed, it was quite funny if you thought about it that way. I followed Bra into Bulma's bedroom, I was surprised when Bra held up a few scraps of clothes of which she called 'lingerie'.
"Your mother actually wears all that stuff?"
Bra nodded and I shuddered, I will never look at Bulma again the same way.
I asked, "I thought you were going to use some clothes of your own."
She shook her head, "Nah, I decided not to, if he went in a fit of rage he might damage some of my clothes."
I slapped my cheek, "Oh. . . the horrors. . ."
Bra must've noticed my sarcasm because she quickly grabbed a silk scarf and walked back into Trunks' room.
Rachel had finally loaded everything in a spare room in the basement, "Hurry! I think I hear a car pulling up the driveway!"
Bra quickly shoved Bulma's 'personal clothes' in Trunks' top drawer, she then put the scarf in the middle drawer and slammed all the drawers shut, making sure that part of the flowery scarf was visible. Rachel giggled and I marveled at Bra's quick thinking, if Elle saw the scarf, then she'll be sure to open the drawer and discover Trunks' interesting little habit.
We marched back to her room just in time to hear the front door opening, I heard a girl's laugh and smirked, things were going to get interesting. . .
~*~
I couldn't feel a bit mad at Elle, she had insulted my father, and boasted about my 'incredible strength', though it was hard to stay mad at her. Oh, some times she can be one hell of a bitch, but as soon as I look into those sparkling green eyes of hers, all my anger just melts away.
I lead her past Bra's room, the door was open and when the girls saw me, they all gave a little wave, except for Pan, who had a weird smile on her face, one that I didn't trust.
I felt Elle's grip on my hand tighten, so I walked faster towards my room, we sat down on my bed and Elle was about to open her mouth to say something, when I, well, we both noticed a scarf, and a flowery one at that, sticking out of my dresser.
She teased, "Trunksies, haven't you been keeping your room clean?"
I nodded weakly, why was there a scarf in my dresser? As Elle walked towards it to pull it out, a very horrible thought crossed my mind, they wouldn't!
Elle tugged at the scarf, but it wouldn't budge, she kicked the drawer, "Stupid thing!"
I was about to tell her to stop when she got the drawer open and pulled the scarf out, "Has your sister been throwing her things in your room again?"
I tried to shut the drawer, for I had now seen the contents, but unfortunately, so has she.
Elle's large green eyes widened, "Trunks? What's all this stuff?"
I tried to speak but no words came out, my supposedly shirt drawer was filled with flowery blouses, some semi-see through. I recognized them as my mother's.
"E-Elle, these are my mother's."
"You wear your mother's clothes?" Her eyes were of shock.
I tried to explain but she opened the other drawers as well, her eyes widened more with each one, and when she reached my underwear drawer, she held out a black tight thingy which I didn't recognize, but I was pretty sure that both my mom and dad did.
"Trunks? Why do you have all this stuff? Do you actually wear them?"
I shook my head, "Of course not! I bet this is some stupid prank of my sister's and her friends."
I stomped out of my room, I was going to get to the bottom of this incident, and whoever involved was going to pay. . .
~*~
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