"Trunks, you're crazy!" Pan yelled desperately, but she could no longer restrain her amusement and collapsed to the floor in a giggling fit. When Pan had awoken the next morning, she had found Trunks dressed in a long apron with a dusty handkerchief on his little pur- lavender head. A cocky grin and a ratty old broom had completed this eccentric outfit.

"What are you doing?" She asked in shock after her laughter had subsided. Trunks scowled at her horror and said smugly, "Today, we're going to clean this place up."

"Eh? Why?"

"What do you mean why? Have you looked around? This place is filthy!" He ignored Pan's terrified expression and continued. "There's a small sink behind the rocking chair. Find a bucket or something we can use to hold all the water. Oh, and a cloth for cleaning the floors."

"W-What? You're kidding right? This is weird." Pan blurted out.

"I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of having dust all over my body, clothes, and hair. If you're not going to help me, I'll just do it myself, but it would probably impress your dad if we help clean this place up, together."

Pan silently considered this. It was true. If Gohan found the two of them helping each other out, they would have a better chance of getting out. Besides, there was nothing else to do.

"Alright, I'm in." She pushed up her sleeves in two swift movements and walked past Trunks.

"Good," He replied firmly.

"Aha!" Pan grabbed a large bucket and ran over to the sink filling it with the slightly brownish water.

"You know what? This wasn't such a bad idea. There's only one problem." Trunks cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms.

"Oh? What's that?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. That outfit is bugging me; I refuse to help you until you take off those stupid clothes."

Trunks laughed and nodded. "Okay, fine. But only because you asked so nicely," He teased while pulling off the ridiculous clothing. She giggled and splashed some water on him.

"Hey!" He complained, staring at his now-soaked arm.

"What?" Pan asked with innocent eyes. "I was just trying to make you clean."

"I'm sure…" Trunks muttered. "Anyway, bring the bucket down here." He patted the floor next to him.

"Okay," She heaved the bucket and dropped it down next to him, handing him a large cloth he could use for the job. Grabbing Trunks's discarded handkerchief for herself, she dunked it into the bucket, squealing as she felt the freezing water on her arms.

"This is stupid so it better get us out of here…." Pan complained

Trunks gave her an admonishing look. "Don't be so pessimistic." She simply rolled her eyes and pulled the towel out of the bucket, staring at it blankly.

"Hey, Trunks?"

"Yeah?" He replied, staring at his own towel with confusion.

"What exactly are we supposed to do?"

"Well…" Picking up the towel and looking at it carefully, he shrugged. "I have no earthly idea…"

"What?! This was your idea!"

"Yea, but being a prince and all, I've never had to clean anything besides myself."

"Same here," Pan added glumly. "But it can't be that hard. Okay, so when you take a bath, you cover your whole body with water, right?"

"Yeah, isn't that what's your supposed to do?" Trunks asked with bewilderment.

"Well, that's what I've always done and I don't smell bad so I guess it works."

"Speak for yourself," Trunks muttered, waving a hand in front of his nose. Pan gave him an angry glare, but continued on with her explanation.

"Anyway, I guess we just have to cover everything with water and scrub it with soap."

"Yea, that sounds good. Too bad we don't have any soap," Trunks stated sarcastically.

"Ok, fine, we don't need it. Jeez…" Pan sighed. It was getting harder and harder to be nice to this guy.

"…So you say we cover everything with water?"

"Yea, and then we-" But Pan was suddenly cut off as freezing cold water splashed all over her. Trunks stood above her holding the empty bucket of water with a huge smirk on his face.

"What's the next step?" He asked angelically, his eyes wide and innocent.

"…Trunks…." Pan said slowly, her fists clenched tightly in anger. "You will DIE for that!" Hopping to her feet, she held the empty bucket above her head and heaved it at Trunks. Well, she tried to be nice to him. It was just impossible. So she had a short fuse. It wasn't her fault that he kept crossing the line.

Trunks, unfortunately, managed to catch the bucket and was not harmed. And to make matters worse, he wore a huge, teasing grin on his face.

"Why are you so mad, Pan? We were going to clean up and what's the point of a clean room if you keep stinking it up?" He tossed the bucket back at her and watched with entertainment as she caught it and growled angrily.

"Ok, fine then! Two can play at that game!" Rushing over to the sink, she impatiently filled it with water and turned to him with a deadly smirk on her face. "Prepare to die!"

She chased him across the room, splashing water onto everything in site and finally with an extra surge of fury, she caught him by the neck of his shirt, pouring the water all down his back. Pan watched in satisfaction as he abruptly stopped in his path, experiencing the consequences of the cold water.

"Damn it!" He shouted out as he gave her a killer glare. She laughed at his sodden appearance and was startled when the bucket was yanked out of her hands. He raced over to the sink with Pan right behind him. She was not going to let him have the contentment of drenching her again. Pulling on his arm as he let tons of water flow into the bucket, Pan screamed into his ear while he struggled to get her off.

"Stop yelling!" He demanded. Pan angrily kicked his ankle, smiling delightfully as he slipped on the wet floor, and grabbed the bucket. But the victory was short-lived and Trunks quickly made it back to his feet, as the two of them grabbed onto either sides of the bucket, struggling for control.

All of a sudden, the door was flung open by an extremely happy Gohan who held a tray of sandwiches in his hands. "Hi, kids! I brought up some lunch!"

The fighting duo, shocked by Gohan's unexpected arrival, fell over as both of their hands lost control of the bucket. All three of them watched in horror as the bucket went flying, flying, and boom! Crashed right on poor Gohan's head.

"Geh! F-father? Are…you okay?" Pan inquired with alarm. Gohan quietly pulled the bucket off his head and stared at them angrily. Dropping the pail, he left the room, leaving behind the shocked twosome.

"Oh…my gosh…Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."

Trunks shrugged. "Why not? Look at the bright side. Everything's sparkling clean. And as soon as it dries, it'll look spotless…Including your father," He added as an afterthought. As he heard Pan explode into a fit of wild laughter, he started smiling himself. Pretty soon the two of them were rolling on the floor laughing, holding their aching sides.

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"Maybe I should let them out…" Gohan murmured quietly to himself while wringing his soaked shirt. "They're becoming…crazy!" But as he walked towards the door, he smiled.

"They're laughing together…probably at me, but…Anyway, at least they're getting along better." Opening the door, he grimaced as he noticed the completely wet room.

"Okay, kids. I have some good news. Since I never want this to happen again, I will let you out. I think that ya'll are getting along a little better than before."

"Yay!" Pan cheered. "But now what?"

"Now…we make plans for the wedding…"

A/N- *Blinks* Wow…I haven't updated for a really, really, really long time…But here's Chapter 5, finally. Thank God I have a week off for spring break or else this may have never been continued. I kind of forgot about this story since I've been concentrating more on Forbidden Love, but that'll be over in a chapter or two so I'll have tons of time to devote to this story. ^_^ Anyway, I apologize for the really long wait. Cookies to everyone who reviewed Chapter 4 and for everyone who reviews this chapter. Extra cookies to those who don't yell at me or hurt me. ^_^;