Disclaimer: Hell hasn't frozen over yet, consequently, I don't own DB/Z/GT
A/N: This A/N is going to be a tid bit long, bare with me. First, I'd like to apologize for not updating yesterday, I had every intention to. I was just not home, at all, and that wasn't planned. I'm so sorry. Consequently, I wasn't able to write yesterday, therefore the next update probably won't be until Monday. But I'm working my best on writing for you guys. Second, I've decided (and this is what I wanted to do in the first place) that I'm not going to make Pan have a boyfriend. The story will end in what I'm planning to be three chapters after this. And once you read this one you'll understand what I meant with the 'Bra would have a baby thing', see all you guys thought that she was just going to get pregnant. But I wasn't going to do that. It would have been a while after this chapter before she even considered kids and then got pregnant. I would have skipped some time in between, but I decided that was keeping Trunks from Pan for too long. Third, everyone wanted to know Gohan and Vegita's reaction to the article. But it isn't in here. I just didn't work out a way to fit in the chapter and stick with what I wanted to do. I'm sorry about that too. And fourth, someone suggested that I have Trunks walk in on some embarrassing moment of Pan's and it just so happens that this was already planned. ^-^ See, this is my favorite chapter and I hope you guys feel this way too, so without farther a due:
Forbidden Cookies and Laundry
Today was Trunks' first day off this week and he was more than overly excited about it. He hadn't seen Pan in nearly that long of a period of time and he was surprised of the effect it had on him. He missed her face, her smile, even her scowl. He missed the way she teased him even. It was sad; he felt as though he were going through withdrawals. Only six days and he missed everything about her. The only thing she'd said to him all week was, "Don't touch my cookies, Trunks." It was rather depressing. Most days he'd left home before she got up and got back after she'd gone to bed. He was beginning to hate his job. It must have shown in his work, for his mother began to suspect that he was mildly depressed. She voiced her thoughts too, as she usually does:
"Go home, Trunks, you don't look well. You know, I think you need a girlfriend." He gave her a dirty look. "Well, it would help clear your mind. Relieve some of your stress." She shrugged.
He only needed one girl, and he was waiting for the right moment to claim her. So his mother had given him this day off, saying him being at work was no good if he were in that condition. And just saying he was thankful didn't do justice to his feelings.
Now he was sitting on the couch, waiting for the waffle iron to sound signifying that the last of breakfast was ready. He knew soon Pan would be down the stairs, just the hint of food was enough to lure her, and he couldn't wait. The bell sounded and just as it did, he heard Pan's uneven steps making their way towards him. He looked up from his seat, eagerly, as she made it into the living room. What he saw left him amused and slightly bewildered.
"What's that for?" He pointed to her outfit as she jumped from one foot to the other, trying to tie her scrunchie around the ponytail she was in the process of. She was obviously anxious or rushed about something.
"I'm late for work!" She exclaimed. He wrinkled his brow, not knowing she had a job. Especially not one at a food restaurant. He noted her brown and white striped uniform, a skirt and vest, trying not to laugh. She was wearing sneakers and still bouncing as he examined her. A slow smile crept up his face, despite the outfit, she still looked adorable. Then, after she got the pony tail up, she stuck on her hat and he couldn't hold back the laughter. It was a striped hat with a chicken head on it that protruded past her forehead. She glared daggers at him.
"It's not funny Trunks!" She yelled, throwing a rubber band at his head. It was a measly effort, but the only thing she had left in her hand. "I'm going to be late for the third time this week." She stated with worry as she headed for the door.
"Aren't you going to eat?" He complained, looking at the meal he'd made already. She let out a small laugh of annoyance.
"I told you I was late!" She repeated with exhaustion. He nodded and rolled his eyes. Since when did she have a job? And what did she have one for? He wasn't charging her rent and her school gave full scholarship.
"Why don't you just fly?" He asked as she walked out the door. Then he heard all the yells from reporters who still hadn't gone home and answered his own question. Soon, she'd be able to fly again; they were bound to get board. But meantime, she had to act like a normal person and pop out a capsule car. He gave a frustrated sigh and took to eating the breakfast all by himself. At least now she'd said more to him than, 'don't eat my cookies, Trunks'.
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Pan walked back into the house with a defeated look on her face. She was grunting and mumbling under her breath. Today just wasn't her day. She'd woke up late, had too cold and too quick of a shower, skipped breakfast...And all for what? So she could be fired that afternoon, right after lunch which she also have to skip to make up for the time she'd missed. She had to admit, though, she was bad at her job. She had missed orders and gave the wrong ones to the wrong people. She had spilled drinks and dropped fries. She hated that job and it showed. But she needed the money; no job meant no way out of Trunks' apartment. She sighed and plopped down on the couch. She wasn't even sure if Trunks was home, the house was very quiet.
At least if he wasn't, something had been right about her day. But she felt bad, he'd cooked her breakfast this morning and she just ran out on him. She had to get to work, though. The thought of work only succeeded in upsetting her more. She'd worked a full day and then they fired her. She felt cheated. Now she was going to have to look for a completely new job, but she didn't like those places. If she did get a new job, it wouldn't be at any fast food restaurant. Her stomach growled loudly, bringing her back to the present.
"I'd better get something to eat." She patted her stomach and walked over to the kitchen, but Trunks was standing by the door, a smile on his face.
"Perhaps, you'd better change first. I'll order some pizza. You look like you had a rough day...at work." He mocked the word 'work' and she frowned.
"Well, some people don't inherit their jobs, they have to go out and find 'em." She rolled her eyes.
"You could always work at my office, you know. I could use a secretary that knows how to file." He smiled warmly at her.
"Been there, done that. No thanks." She waved the suggestion away, already not wanting to see him now. Then she lifted one of her feet up and tugged the shoe off, letting it fall to the floor. She repeated the action with the other shoe and plopped down on the closest chair to her.
"How was your day?" He asked, it being obvious he hadn't taken his eyes off her.
"Terrible." She admitted, flatly.
"Really? Why so?" He continued the questioning as he walked over and picked her shoes up, placing them side by side neatly. He took a seat across from her and studied her features. Neither action went unnoticed. He got points for cleaning up her mess, she normally hated messes...And the way he was looking at her...There was a glow in his eyes she didn't know he possessed. He was genuinely interested.
"Well, I woke up late this morning. I was late for work...long story short? I was fired too. I haven't eaten either. And you know how rotten of a mood that puts me in." He chuckled, knowing full well what she meant. "And you? How was your day?"
"Awful." He filled in with a sad glint in his eyes. She gave him a curious glance. "I was hoping to spend time with someone...but they were busy."
"Oh?" She perked, a teasing tone in her voice. "Is this someone a lady? Do I know her?" She hoped he'd dispel her fears and say no. She hoped it was Goten or something. But Trunks only smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm not telling." He walked into the kitchen in search of the phone, calling and ordering double his usual amount. She groaned and slowly made her way out of the seat and up the stairs, taking her shoes along with her. (A/N: tee-hee, Pan is so clueless)
Once Pan had made it up the stairs and into her room, she sighed with exhaustion. She felt that if she laid on her bed, she'd never move again, save eating occasionally. So she skipped the guaranteed heaven and went straight to the bathroom, knowing she needed to take a bath. But even that was dangerous, if the water were too relaxing, she might not leave ever leave the tub. She was so tired. Her feet were sore from standing on them all day, and that was odd because she had saiyan strength.
She adjusted the water temperature to what she wanted it on, and waited for the tub to fill. Then she dropped her clothes and slid into the relaxing water, letting her days' troubles slip away. Before she knew it, the doorbell was ringing, waking her from her dreams, and the pizza man was there. She stepped out of the, now cold, water and dried herself off, thankful for the few moments of peace.
Pan was swinging her hips from side to side and singing along to the music that only she heard. Her headphones were on blast as she pulled Trunks' clothes out of the washing machine and headed down the hall to his room with them. She wasn't even upset that the demi-saiyan hadn't done his own laundry.
Her hair was falling out of the ponytail it was in at every opportunity it got, she was in sweats that hung loosely on her body, and her face was pale and make-up-less. But as Trunks walked into the room and saw the woman folding his clothes and laying them nicely on his bed, all he could think was how beautiful she was. She still hadn't noticed his presence and that gave him ample opportunity to stare without her wondering eye.
He held in the laughter as he realized she was singing very loudly and that was the reason she hadn't noticed he was there. He had taken the afternoon off, having been very productive that day, and was home early. She wasn't expecting him, and that's why she had her music up so loud. He smiled widely and had to fight off the urge to pull her body to his and kiss her until her knees gave way.
He couldn't do that yet. She would give him one of her looks and run away, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. She just wasn't ready to accept the way he felt about her yet, he knew because he could sense it. But there would be a moment where he would pull her to him and make contact with her lips, and there would be no question as to why. He couldn't wait for that moment. He couldn't wait for the day she was his and he could act on all his feelings whenever he wanted.
Pan looked up from the shirt she was folding and nearly choked. Trunks was just standing there, watching her fold his clothes and make a fool of herself with her terrible singing. She blushed and narrowed her eyes, pulling her headphones off and placing them on the bed.
"How long have you been there?" She challenged him.
"Long enough." He smirked. "You're crawling in your skin, huh?" He made reference to the song she was listening to. She growled and picked up a pair of his pants, throwing as hard as she could.
"Why do you always have to resort to violence?" He asked, taking a step closer to her. She smiled and backed away, realizing this was a challenge. She was in readied position as he hopped over the bed and she took off, running around it.
"No Trunks!" She yelled through her laughter as he chased after her. He'd picked up a pillow along the way.
"You'd better run for your life, Panny!" He yelled after her. She giggled and let out a yelp as she felt his hand nearly grab part of her shirt. She started to run faster but he caught up with her quickly, if she wasn't powered up he was much stronger than she.
She was laughing very hard as he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. She struggled against his grasp and tried to hold in the laughter. He started to shake her in his arms and she let the laughter flow through her lips.
"Trunks, let me go!" She tried to command in a serious tone but her laughter disobeyed her and proved herself to be amused. She made an attempt to grab the pillow in his right hand but he quickly snatched it away.
"Uh-un. No you don't." He told her with a laugh. He strengthened his grip around her waist with one hand and moved his right hand up so she couldn't get the pillow. Then he brought the hand down and started to beat her with the pillow. "How dare you throw something at me." He spoke with pretend anger.
"You deserved it." She spoke through clenched teeth, trying to avoid being hit again. She was struggling against him, inching farther down in his grasp, and he was having a hard time keeping her from falling. In an attempt to keep her in his arms he bent his knees but at that same moment she tried to lurch out of his arms and both of them went tumbling to the ground. Laughing, Pan tried to shove Trunks off her, just as the doorbell rang.
Trunks reluctantly lifted himself up, dropping the pillow, and grabbing her wrists as hostage on his way to the door.
"Trunks, let me go! And get the door." Pan commanded him, trying not to be pulled along. She dug her feet into the carpet and leant all her weight backwards so that when he pulled her, her feet made a trail in the carpeted floor. She tugged at his arm but he wouldn't let go.
"Apologize for hitting me." He told her, shaking his head.
"Never." She told him, trying to pry her wrists from his grasp.
"Then you're going to have to suffer." He shrugged and adjusted his hands so that only one of them was gripping her firmly, keeping her from getting away. He looked through the peephole and then opened the door.
"Goten, Bra, what are you doing here?" He asked in a surprised voice as they gave him and Pan questioning looks. She was trying to pull her hands out of his hand and his body was moving forwards and back from the force, it caused his voice to vibrate. He turned and grabbed her with the other hand as well so she wouldn't get away. Bra and Goten walked past them and examined the place.
"I thought this was an apartment." Bra stated, ignoring their obvious flirting.
"Trunks, let me go, you're making my skin turn red." Pan nearly pleaded.
"No, you're making your skin turn red. Stop fighting." He pulled at her hands and the force sent her flying into him, her body colliding with his chest. They both laughed as Bra stomped her foot.
"I said, I thought this was supposed to be an apartment. What happened?" She nearly yelled, Trunks looked at her with a raised eyebrow and Pan took his distraction as an advantage. She pulled her wrists from his grasp and ran. Trunks was about to take after her but decided against it; she'd have to come back down. He heard her run up the stairs and called after her,
"That's fine. I'm still going to get you, I know where you sleep!" She slammed her room door and yelled through it at him.
"I hear you knocking, but you can't come in!" She yelled down at him and nearly hurt Bra's eardrums.
"What did you say, Bra?" He questioned after getting weird looks from Bra and Goten. "Oh, it is an apartment compared to C.C. It's actually a condo."
"No, it's just a small house." She shook her head and walked farther into the place. Trunks shrugged, wondering why she asked a question if she was going to take her own answer anyway.
"So, what have you been up to?" Goten asked him, accusation in his voice, lifting his eyebrows in a playful way. "I hope we didn't interrupt." Trunks ignored him and ushered them farther into the house.
"You never told me what you guys were doing here." Trunks spoke as they sat on the couch in the living room.
"I thought I'd visit Pan…" Bra let her eyes wander up to the stairs. "But I see that she's busy hiding out." Trunks laughed.
"She'll be back down in a few minutes. I think she was trying to do laundry."
"Before the four-play began." Goten mumbled in a teasing tone. Trunks shot him a look but didn't say anything.
"Pan!" He yelled. "Bra wants to talk to you!"
"Yeah, right Trunks. I'm not coming down there." She yelled while cracking the door. "I know what you're up to."
"Fine, don't come down." He shrugged his shoulders and stood up, heading for the kitchen. Pan wrinkled her brow and tempted to just step out of her room slightly, only to see what he was up to. But she fought the urge, knowing that's what he wanted her to do. She slammed the door loudly as Goten followed Trunks into the kitchen.
"What are you doing? If you're cooking I want some." He informed Trunks who'd stuck his hand into the very back of a cabinet.
"Will you be quiet, Goten?" Trunks tried to shush him. He pulled out a bag of cookies with a devious grin. "You want one?" He asked with a wide smile. Goten reached his hand out to take a cookie but Bra slapped it away. Where had she come from? Goten looked at her with a frown and questioning look.
"What?" He asked, annoyed.
"I have a feeling that eating one of those is signing your death certificate." She informed him and pulled him closer to the refrigerator. "I'm sure I can find you something in here." She told him as Trunks frowned and shrugged his shoulders. He took a bit out of one of the cookies and 'mmmed' loudly. He shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth and chewed with a grin. Goten frowned.
"They look really good, Bra." He complained. "I don't care what kind of trouble I get into for eating it…I want one." He reached out again but Bra slapped his hands away.
"I think those are Pan's. Do you know the kind of damage she would do to you if you ate her food? She doesn't play when it comes to food." Bra informed him, he hesitated but then made another attempt.
"Trunks is eating them. She can't be that dangerous."
"Goten, you eating Pan's cookies because Trunks is, would be like Trunks saying I looked weird in an outfit one day because you did. It just doesn't work." She tried to explain without attracting the attention of her brother.
"What? Why?" He was too confused.
"Well, you, I wouldn't kill. I love you. But Trunks is my brother, he would die." She made an attempt to whisper but it was failed when Goten nearly yelled,
"But Pan doesn't love Trunks! I just want a cookie!" He was whining and Bra let him reach for the cookie.
"If you want to risk your life, go ahead." She shrugged her shoulder, he thought about it for a second, glanced at Trunks' smirk, and decided against. Trunks took another cookie and devoured it.
"Trunks!" Pan yelled from the stairs.
"Yes, dear?" He said sweetly, trying to swallow before he answered.
"What are you doing?" She asked suspiciously.
"Eating." He informed her.
"Goten?" Pan asked sweetly, coming down the stairs quickly. "Are you eating too?" Goten scratched his head and looked at Trunks.
"No. Just Trunks." He heard Pan start to run as Trunks took off around the kitchen and into his room.
"Don't run, Trunks! I know you're eating my cookies!" She rounded the living room and then the kitchen but he was already in his room. He waited until she was in view before he took another bite of cookie and slammed the door. She yelled and started banging on the door.
"I'm going to hurt you!" She yelled, hitting the door in rapid succession. "I told you not to eat my cookies! You're going to have to pay!" She stopped hitting the door and walked calmly away, trying to sooth herself. "When you least expect it, BAM! You're going to get it." She told him, heading back into the kitchen.
Bra was laughing when she got there. "How'd you know he was eating your cookies?" She questioned.
"There was food and Goten wasn't touching it." She rolled her eyes and looked back at Trunks' door. "Greedy bastard." She muttered and opened the refrigerator. "I bet you're hungry, Goten." She laughed as he shook his head rapidly. She pulled out various items from the refrigerator and began to concoct a meal for him.
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Trunks came out as the smell of food began to invade his senses, holding an empty plastic bag in his hands. He peeked around to the kitchen wondering if Pan was still on the war path. Seeing no immediate form of danger, he inched into the kitchen but kept his guard up. Goten was happily gobbling his lunch down and Bra was munching quietly, but he didn't see Pan. He wondered where she was, looking around with paranoid eyes.
"She went upstairs for a second." Bra laughed. Trunks let out the breath he'd been holding and walked over to the trashcan, throwing away the plastic bag. He looked around his shoulder again, making sure Bra wasn't conspiring with Pan, and then headed for the stove. The food smelled wonderful. He took a plate out of the cabinet and began to shovel the meal on it. Pan came up behind him and smacked his hand away.
"You don't get any." She glared at him.
"But Cinderella, Prince Charming is starving." He pouted and she punched his shoulder roughly.
"Don't call me that. And you're not hungry, either. You ate a whole bag of cookies a few minutes ago."
"More like twenty, and there weren't that many in the bag." He whimpered.
"Don't give me that. You did the crime, suffer the consequences. No food for you mister."
"Sweetie," He began to bring out the pet names. She groaned, hating it when he did that. She knew what was coming next. He was going to try and sweet talk her into giving in. He would use every pet name in the book, knowing she hated it. Normally she would do anything just so he would stop. She glared at him.
"Trunks, don't even start." She warned. "It's not going to work this time."
"Baby cakes," He protested as she fought back the laughter. Where in the world did he pull that name from?
"It's not going to work." She stated again.
"Darling, my dear, surely you aren't going to let me starve." He reached for the food again. "Not after all we've been through."
"One more name, Trunks, and I'm going to drop kick you." She smacked his hands again before he could reach the food.
"But baby doll, I haven't eaten real food since breakfast." She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes.
"You just don't listen do you? I said, one more name, and here you are, ignoring me." Goten paused in his eating to look at the two, noticing all the sickening pet names that were going on. He didn't even use any of those on Bra. He gave her a confused eye, hoping she could explain to him what was going on. But it was obvious from her blank stare that not even she knew.
"You're not getting any of that food. But I'll tell you what you can do, help me clean up this messy kitchen." She began to pile the empty pots next to the counter, running dish water. "You still haven't had the dish washer fixed." She rolled her eyes at him.
"I'll only help if you give me some sustenance."
"You'll help me either way." She walked back over to him and grabbed the corner of his ear. "Do as you're told sometimes." She pushed him over to the running water. "I'll wash, you dry. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll feel like sharing my food with you."
"But I didn't assist in any of the mess because you won't let me eat." He complained while rolling up his sleeves.
"I don't care." Pan reached for the rest of the pots and placed them on the counter as well. She walked over to the sink and turned the water off, washing the first dish. Trunks tried to inch away but she sent him a death glare.
"Get Goten to help you. He ate most of it." Trunks furrowed his eyebrows. She sighed and rubbed her temples, water dripping down her arms. Dealing with him was like having a four year old.
"Get over here and rinse these dishes!" She stated firmly, flicking water on his shirt and face. He sighed and snatched the dish from her hands, running water on it and placing it on the rack.
"If I didn't love you…" He mumbled under his breath, barely audible. Her eyebrows perked as she gave him a curious look. He wondered if she'd heard him above the running water.
"Were you talking trash, Mr. Briefs?" She questioned with a challenge in her voice. He sighed, realizing she hadn't heard what he said, just the basic function of the words.
"I said, I've had enough of you." He spoke loudly, flicking the dish in her direction quickly, getting water on her face. She scoffed and stepped back.
"You got me wet, Trunks."
"You won't let me eat, Pan." She reached into the sink and splashed a lot of water up onto his body, grinning as his shirt became drenched. He growled and turned the water faucet upwards, spraying the water on her. She yelled and rapidly splashed him again before moving out of the way. He followed her with the sprayer, pressing the button to the max.
"Ahh! Stop it Trunks!" She yelled, trying to run away. "You're supposed to be washing the dishes!" She was giggling and still getting wet, surveying the area for some form of cover.
"No, I'm supposed to be rinsing the dishes. And I am rinsing."
"I'm not a dish!" She yelled and tried to escape out of the kitchen, he reached out for her and grabbed her by the waist, holding her captive. "Not again." She grumbled.
"You never apologized earlier." He informed her with a grin.
"You ate my cookies." She complained.
"Awww. I'm sorry." He nuzzled his chin into her neck playfully, making her laugh despite her anger.
"It's not okay." She tried to sound convincing. Trunks was inches away from pressing his lips onto the skin of her neck when Bra cleared her throat, eyebrows raised.
"If you two wouldn't mind," She began as Trunks let Pan go. "I think I'll clean the kitchen. You children are only making more of a mess." She gave them a dirty look as if she were the mother and they were supposed to be helping around the house. Pan ducked her head down in shame and shrugged her shoulders.
"Sorry, Bra." She apologized, picking up the plates from the table as Bra made her way to the sink.
"Whatever." Bra shrugged as she picked up a dish, she walked up to the sink but slipped on some of the discarded water. She let out a yelp and almost fell, she would have fallen had Trunks not been there to catch her.
"Be careful, Bra." Trunks warned her as she glared at him.
"If you hadn't been making such a mess in here I wouldn't have had to 'be careful'." She frowned and stood up, washing the dish in her hand.
"Sorry." Pan said again, coming to her side to rinse the dishes. Trunks used to opportunity to sneak and get some of the food he'd been pilling on that plate earlier. He was munching quietly when Pan glared at him.
"I told you that you couldn't have anything to eat. And you didn't even help." She rolled her eyes at him as she rinsed the next dish. He didn't pay her any attention, just kept on eating. "That's fine, ignore me now but sooner or later you're going to have to deal with me. We do live together, you know. I told you, sooner or later, BAM." She smiled, satisfied with her speech, and not noticing that he wasn't paying in heed to her. Goten tried to hold in the laughter as Pan rinsed the next dish, moving about as if she'd accomplished something.
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"So, Bra. How have things been going?" Pan asked as they sat down on the couch, talking to each other. Bra shrugged.
"Just fine." She smiled. "I love living with Goten." A warm feeling seemed to envelope her face as she thought on it. "I love it a lot, in fact." She was blushing slightly, and Pan wondered what they had been doing, exactly.
"So…what'd you come over here to tell me?" She questioned, not being able to wait any longer for whatever it was that Bra wanted to say. She knew it was something for she knew her best friend, if Bra had come all this way with Goten, and had went out of her way to make sure Pan was going to be home when she did it, she had something to say. Also, she knew her friend, and Bra seemed to have been keeping something on her chest all day. Every now and then Bra would glance at her as if she had something to say, and then she wouldn't say anything.
So now was the moment of truth, she was going to find out what was on Bra's mind. There had be some news. Bra turned a little pink, right under her eyes and about her cheekbone, and Pan gasped, placing a hand over her mouth.
"You aren't pregnant, are you?" She whispered, eyes traveling over Bra curiously. Goten was in the kitchen and heard, choking on his sandwich. Trunks dropped the cup in his hands, thankful it wasn't a glass and couldn't break. Bra coughed and placed a hand over her stomach.
"No!" She regained her composure and Goten let out a sigh. Pan laughed at Trunks' angered expression. He was clenching his teeth and glaring at Goten.
"She'd better not be." He narrowed his eyes. Goten adjusted the collar to his shirt, nervously, and wiped his forehead under the pressure of Trunks' glare.
"Well, she isn't." Goten said as Pan looked back at Bra.
"Okay...well then, what is it?" Pan asked, wiggling a little in the chair. Trunks still had a frown on his face, his arms crossed, and Bra seemed hesitant to dish the information now. She glanced at her brother and then back at Pan.
"It's just that..." She looked back at Trunks, who had his eyes narrowed staring hard into Goten's skull. "You see...we're in love." She tried again, looking to Pan for support. "And when he first mentioned something about this I was scared, but now...I realize it's what I want..." She trailed off. Pan looked at her for a few seconds before the full meaning of Bra's words hit her. She placed her hand over her mouth and gasped.
"You aren't serious?" She spoke, her pitch high and excited.
"I am." Bra spoke quietly, slowly nodding. "Dead serious." Pan smiled widely and jumped out of her seat, Bra matched her action just as quickly.
"Oh, my. Oh, my!" Pan was unable to say anything else. They grabbed each other and started hugging.
"It's not fair." Pan complained once she let Bra go. Bra arched her eyebrows, silently asking Pan what wasn't fair. "He's stealing my best friend." She shot Goten an evil eye. "For life." She frowned.
Trunks looked from Pan and Bra to Goten, wondering what the hell was going on. "Could you make that announcement again, for those of us who are a little slow?" He questioned. Bra blushed, looking at her brother and realizing he hadn't understood any of that. She nodded as Pan laughed.
"Bra and Goten are getting married." Pan filled him in before Bra could answer his questions. Trunks' eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked to his best friend and then his sister. His father was going to kill Goten.
"Does father know?" He questioned, after calming down. Bra nodded her head up and down.
"I've never seen him pop blood vessels before..." She remembered how angry her father was when she told him. He had jumped up out of his seat, nostrils flaring, veins bulging. She was scared that he was seriously going to hurt Goten. But Bulma managed to calm him down. She silently thank her mother for that, loving the fact that Bulma was so excited about the news. At least someone had been happy.
"I'll have grandchildren now!" She had exclaimed as Bra stepped back, moving her hands from side to side, uncertain.
"I wouldn't go that far just yet." She shook her head in an attempt to stop her mother's wheels from turning. But Bulma wouldn't hear of it, she was too happy that one of her children was finally settling down.
"But mom was excited." Bra told Trunks, coming back to the present. Goten had finally finished eating and was joining them in the living room. He sat next to Bra, pulling her into his embrace, sliding his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulders. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled. Pan rolled her eyes and kicked the recliner out in the chair.
"My best friend." She mumbled with a playful grin on her face. Then she popped up, as if she'd thought of something new and dropped her mouth.
"I'm going to be the bridesmaid, right?" She asked with true concern. Bra laughed and nodded.
"Of course." Pan sighed and leant back on the chair. "And when you get married, probably to my brother," She whispered that part to Goten. "I'll be yours."
"Good. I was scared it might be Marron." Pan shivered.
"No, she understands that it's going to be you. She wasn't happy about it though." Bra shook her head as if trying to avoid a bad thought.
"Well that's tough, she just going to have to deal with it." Pan shrugged and closed her eyes. "So, when's the big date?"
"See, that's where I'm going to need your help the most...Bridesmaid, best friend, niece of the groom," Bra smiled sweetly at her, her voice sugarcoated with affection.
"What's wrong?" Pan shook her head, afraid she didn't want to know the answer.
"It's two months from now." Bra informed her, flinching for she knew Pan was going to yell.
"Two months!" Pan outburst, flying up again. She gave Bra a look that asked if she was crazy. "I thought you said you didn't like things fast." She angrily glared at her. "You'll be married before Marron will." Pan frowned.
"Marron's getting married too?" Trunks perked up at the statement, coming into the living room and giving both Pan and Bra confused glances. "Who else is getting married?" He asked receiving an angry look from Pan.
"Why are you interrupting girl talk?" She asked with frustration.
"It's not like I'm upset that the girl is taken. I just want to know what else I'm missing out on." He shrugged, feeling guilty though he shouldn't be.
"We're having a conversation, just sit there and nod like Goten." She informed him as he took a seat. He nodded as instructed and allowed them to continue their conversation. Bra made a whipping sound and hand motion before she continued to converse with Pan. Trunks glared but said nothing.
"I know it's soon, but I wanted to do it before it got too hot or cold. See if I didn't do it two months from now I'd have to wait another whole year. I didn't want that."
"But two months, Bra?" Pan asked, slightly angry slightly confused. "How can you rush into something that fast? How am I going to organize something that fast? You'll need a dress. Every other maid will need a dress...They'll need tuxes. You'll need a place. A caterer...a good caterer that can tend to saiyan hunger. You'll need a pastor or a judge...gah! What were you thinking?"
"Well, see....I was hoping you would design the dresses. And Chi-Chi and maybe your mom could cater along with 18."
"Okay...Then I'll need to take everyone's measurements. Come up with designs, get a field of people to help me sow..." Pan's head was reeling. "And while I'm doing all this I'm supposed to help you find a place, a priest, and throw a bachelorette party?" She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Again, what were you thinking?" Trunks chuckled at something, but only Goten got it.
"We can skip the party, I hate those. Goten is not going to be 'celebrating' his last night as a 'free man' like those other pigs." Both Trunks and Goten's faces dropped. "In some sleazy bar watching women strip. No, mister. And I've already had my eye on a place. But we'd have to stay here the night before the wedding, because it's closer to the church." Pan sighed and nodded dumbly. Not only were they getting married but it might as well be tomorrow.
"Arrange for all the girls to come in for measurements next week. Meantime, we have to plan out a design for the attire." She got up and pulled Bra's arm, leading her to Pan's room.
"Right now?" Bra whined, looking back at Goten with sad eyes. They were planning to head home and 'rest' soon.
"Yes, right now. There's no time to waste. So just forget about trying to sneak out of here with Goten." He groaned and got more comfortable on the couch; they were going to be up there for a long time.
A/N: -laughs- See, I was going to have Bra get married way before she got pregnant. But that doesn't matter cause I'm not putting that in this story now. =) Anywho, Let me know how you feel about this chapter. Any thing that you were upset about (besides it taking so long)? Review if you want but don't feel obligated. And here's a thankies to all who have reviewed since the last thank-you!: Animechick, nicki-gurl, DBZChicky501, Kutie-Pan, t/ptears, lovely lady (Murphy's law= anything that can go wrong, will), Juunanagou4ever, Panchan, ills, Hanamaru825, Megan, Cherry Son, Elaine Wesolowski, KoreanChick, DBprincess116, Lavender Princess, Bunny, pan son, Princess of Light, sweet marron, Raven Hino, LoNeLy*PaN, star (I thought my chapters were really long), zighawk, alex, :o), goldcherry, lysie3000, Jenni, SSJ-Mirai-Trunks, Mia Anika, ChibiChibi, Andrea Meiouh, qui, pRiNcEsSa C, Saiyan_princess88, LazyAss, pochahontas82, Morgause Nokami, Ying Fa, BoOkWoRm, Shaz Kay Gee Bee, Someboyd :P (If I put board or the wrong its, that's just b/c I didn't read over it. I do know the difference, I'm just lazy ^-^ but thanks for pointing it out) , Raili, Roberts (that was a loong review. Thank you for your input, I really appreciate it), and LadyZ.
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