Disclaimer: No time for a disclaimer today, I'm off to build a snowman! Leeeeeeet's build a snowman, we can make him our best friend...
A/N: For anyone who's wondering what that's about, you'd have to watch Cannibal! The Musical! to figure it out. Early Matt Stone/Trey Parker stuff...you know, the guys behind South Park? Ok, anyways. You know, I really wanted to post this yesterday...but ff wasn't letting anybody upload...not to mention, the last chapter I posted suddenly doesn't show...if you didn't get to read chapter 95: Reasons, I highly suggest not reading any further before you do. Head over to my homepage [www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers] to read 95 there. Anyways, if this will even post, here's chapter 96. And to Cymberleah: I owe you a BIG ASS apology...mommy wasn't letting me on the computer sunday night and then I was having server problems monday.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 96
"'Bout time you woke up, Sleepyhead."
Pan rubbed her eyes and rolled back, blinking blearily. Bra smiled down at her, reaching over and petting the top of her head. She was dressed casually, baggy jeans and an old shirt that Pan remembered loaning her years ago.
"Happy birthday," Pan mumbled groggily with a smile, settling onto her back and leaning her cheek against her friend's thigh. Bra laughed, pushing blue hair out of her eyes before reaching down to play with ebony locks. "What time is it?"
"Close to twelve. According to the limo driver, he dropped you and Trunks off here around 11, and that you were out cold." She smiled. "Never knew you to sleep more than 8 hours, Panny, let alone 14."
Pan blushed. It was true, she'd slept the entire 2 hour drive from the city.
And then some.
"Sorry…it's just been a really long week."
Bra nodded. "I believe it. Haven't seen hide nor hair of my brother in 5 days. Even he doesn't work that long unless he has too…and he had you to help." Her blue eyes drifted away, and then she smirked. "Take that back. I did see him the other night…heh. You'll see what I mean when we get to my place. Remember, my birthday present is getting to doll you up."
Pan laughed and sat up, pushing the blankets away to fold her legs, holding her ankles as her knees pulled the skirt tight across her lap.
"Nah, that's not your present. Your present is me not putting up a fuss."
Bra gave a small squeal and tackled her friend into a hug, rocking back and forth, laughing. Pan laughed as well, coming fully awake, and wrapping her arms around Bra as well, the two of them doing a little "Oh-my-Dende! Oh-my-Dende!" dance sitting down.
There was a pause, before the two pushed themselves away and held the other at arms' length, both of them looking a little awkward. Bra took in Pan's dress, the sleep-smudged makeup and falling hair, the ribbon that had turned and was draped scarf-ishly over her shoulder; Pan took in the baggy jeans and the thrashed sneakers, the comfortably too-large tee shirt, the lack of make up and the thrown up hair.
Slowly, the two backed away from each other and got up, putting the bed between them, eyeing each other worriedly, both wondering what the hell had happened to the other in the last four years.
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A/N: Yeah, I know it's just a filler chapter, even if we all know that my fillers play part in the big picture, even if in just some tiny, miniscule way. I do have the chapter after this one ready to post, but I wanna know what's up with ff before I post it...don't want to risk confusing all of you more than is necessary *halo*... Speaking of, yay! I was afraid all the pov jumps would confuse all of you, but apparently, I underestimated all of you! You'll all get cookies at the end of the fic. Which is drawing nearer and nearer every time I open the offical (223 page) document. Yes, PT is that long...oi...and some of you wonder why I never work on the other stories I have, like Tears of Blood or Between Dreams...*sigh*. Just don't have the time!
-Panabelle ;P
All will be explained in time, and time is drawing to an end.