Disclaimer: For today's show, I'd like to... *sways back and forth a little on her feet* *falls over with a kachunk*

A/N: Word of advice kiddies, eat your veggies. Anemia ain't fun.

Woo hoo! I'm back! I'm sorry for the hiatus. It wasn't like I really wanted to take it. I was carrying 14 units plus 20 hours of work and my health/sanity all semester. But the semester ended yesterday, the hell that is Christmas in retail ends in less than a week, which takes a lot of stress off my shoulders. Which leaves only one conclusion: I HAVE TIME TO WRITE AGAIN!!! Wee!!!

I know this has to be my longest disappearance yet...and I don't plan to try for a longer. I plan to finish this monster before the Spring semester starts on January 27. For several reasons: (1) I don't really care for DBZ anymore...at this rate, I'm just waiting for GT. (2) I have a boyfriend who I really care about and a lot of friends who I really miss hanging out with. And (3) I have other stories that are more important to me and that will need almost 3 years of their own. Not to mention that I've spent 2 years and 9 months on this damned thing already...not that I don't love it. But what I'm trying to say, is that I finally have an ending for this thing. Which means that this thing will end in a few chapters.

Alright, I'm sure you're all tired of my blabbing already. Here's the first chapter of the weekend.

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Petrified Tears
chapter 98



"Geez, you fall in or something?"

Pan rolled her eyes and chucked the dress at the blob of blues lounging on her bed. As Bra squawked and struggled to free herself from the net of satin, Pan dumped the rest of her laundry into her hamper.

"What was that for, huh?"

"I should ask your mother the same thing," Pan grumbled to herself, smirking with a wink at her blue haired companion. Eyes so very familiar blinked, and then rolled towards the heavens.

"Yeah…none of us are happy with Mom about that. Trunks stood there on the stairway twitching after she told him…it was rather hysterical," Bra added with a giggle, sitting up and draping the dress across her lap. "Mom thought she'd pulled Brother aside to talk to him in private; and while we couldn't hear what they were saying, she'd seemed to have forgotten that he'd put a hole in the wall last Saturday."

There was an implied pause, as if Bra was trying to decide how to describe Trunks's latest freak-out. Turning a little and looking over her shoulder, Pan found her friend staring at the ceiling out of the corner of her eyes with her head cocked, doing just that. Locks of black silk sliding over her shoulder as she turned to settle along her spine, Pan felt a jolt of…something…in her chest.

"'Hole'?"

Bra blinked, looking back at her as if she'd just been informed that the Eiffel Tower would be the centerpiece on her birthday cake-Dende knew the cake would have to be big enough, what with one full Saiyan, four halves, and a quarter, plus the rest of the world, to feed. And it wasn't like the Briefs couldn't afford it.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. I never got a chance to tell you about that last weekend because…er…" She trailed off, a blush rising across her nose and over her cheeks, her skin going pale. For the first time, Pan saw her look honestly guilty, without reprimand or provocation. Aqua blue eyes drifted away towards anything that might prove to be distracting, teeth gnawed lightly at a full lower lip. A blush grew in the smaller girl's cheeks.

"Yeah…"

"…yeah."

Pan heaved a sigh, grinding her teeth a little, letting pride fall. Swallowing thickly, she looked down at her shoes, then back up at her friend.

"Bra, about what I said last weekend…I-"

Without warning, Bra let out a squeal, flying off the bed and perching on the stool before the vanity, plucking a picture from the frame of the mirror. "Who's the hottie?" she cried, eyes sparkling and innocent.

Pan stared at her in shock before she realized what picture it was-the one that Molly had taken of her and Jack the day before she'd come home. With a cry of her own, she dropped the box in her hands and dove across the room, knocking Bra to the ground and wrestling the picture from her hands.

"Shit-think you're overreacting a little?"

"Just give me the fucking picture!"

The two struggled, Pan sitting firmly on Bra's chest, both with a foot firmly planted in the other's face, each clawing for the picture. It was a short fight, comical at best.

And then the picture split down the middle.

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A/N: No more filler chapters. They were done with 2 chapters ago. From here on out, I'm going to start answering questions. Don't worry...I'm getting to the card soon. I'm getting to the party. I'm getting to the point. (*gasp* No! She can't be!) That's right...this thing's coming to a close! Wee! Which means I can go finish all those other fanfics and get on with my new stories that I don't even think I have posted here.

Like I said before the chapter, this is only your first for the weekend. I'll have another up before Monday night. I'd do it now, but I have the hell that is retail in less than 8 hours and I have to go sleepy now. *waves* Night all! No more harrassing me about how long it's taking, please! ^.^

-Panabelle ;P
All will be answered in time, and time is coming to an end. (Really! I swear! See? See the giant asteroid coming straight for us? The end is near! It's near I tell you! Neeeeeeeeeeaaa-*gack*)