Just Your Average T/P

By Granny Adams

Chapter 7: The Fantastically Fantastic Party!

[A/N Since I don't have writer's block anymore, I decided to type the next chapter while I was still fresh. Oh, and thanks for 60 reviews, guys. You all are fantastically fantastic. *sniff* Thanks. I really really appreciate all the good (and bad) feedback.. Even though most are just like 'update!' But that's ok. As long as you are here to read it, I will complete this story! Oh, and if you have AOL or AIM, feel free to IM me. My screen name is Teddyb1660 or you can email me at Teddyb1660@aol.com. Thanks again! Heee..]

When Bra had finished with Pan, she was not really what she had hoped herself to be. Pan was wearing an evening gown, white. The neck line was low, as it extended shoulder to shoulder. At the middle it met, and a green stone, maybe an aquamarine, was there to center it. The dress fit Pan's form very tightly, pushing and lifting in all the right places. At her hips, the material scooped in a V downwards, and from there a poofy material flowed out. It had different layers of material, giving it a ghostly beauty. The hem was 3 inches taken off, done for Pan, and ended right below her ankles. Her shoes were the same color as the gem, plain heels, with nothing fancy on them.

"Now for the finishing touch," Bra said daintily. She came at Pan with a small cooking knife and sliced up the bottom part of the dress, making it ragged and un-even. The dress now ended on her thigh. Then Bra spray painted her top with green in a zig-zag pattern. She knotted a plaid tie around Pan's waist and she was ready.

Bra herself was wearing designer overalls, artfully splattered with red and gold paint. Under that, she wore a white wife-beater (Where does that word come from? Do the wearers of wife-beaters beat their wives? Do lesbian couples beat each other while wearing them?). She had put on cheap beaded flip flops and was ready.

By then, it had taken a couple hours to find the clothes for that night, and it was dark. In a matter of minutes, the 'guests' would be bursting through the door, dancing their asses off.

Just as that was being typed, the door bell rang, and downstairs Bulma dived to go get it.

At the door was several people in evening gowns, similar to that of Pan's. Except they hadn't been cut and painted.

"Hey.. Guys.. Come on in, the party's just started!" Bulma said bopping her head to the throbbing rap music in the background.

The several people stepped in, looking around, and feeling self conscious about their attire. But then again, they were quite right to wear things like that. Bulma didn't know how to go about having an open house party, so she had her planner do some of the work. The planner went around the city posting signs on telephone poles and stores and stuff that read:

You are cordially invited to the home of the Briefs family for a night of food, dancing, and illegal substances. Be there at 10' sharp, and bring a friend if you must.

Usually when invited to a party that says "You are cordially invited" then anything, you wear your pretties.

But by the end of the night, their clothes wouldn't really matter.

So within the next half hour, people filtered in, coming in large groups. Everyone in their proper garments. Pan and Bra came down the stairs, feeling completely underdressed, but continued to dance anyway. After a while the stiffness evaporated and people started to dance and drink. Whatever. The song "I am # 1" by Nelly started blasted as Trunks entered the room, dressed as ghettoly as humanely possible. He had his "bling bling" his "doo- rag" under his sideways baseball cap. He also had his baggy jeans, expensive t-shirt, and even a "bitch" to accompany him. Yup, he was a regular P-diddy. Or rather.. T-diddy.. Ehh..

Pan bit her tongue seeing his "bitch". She remembered Bra's words, "ONLY LIKE.. EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE CITY!! OMYGOD.. we have so many cute guys coming.. Perfect to find a boyfriend to make Trunks jealous? Am I right or am I right?"

She was right. She grabbed the nearest guy, and took him by the hand, dragged him over to Trunks.

"Hey Trunks. This is my boyfriend." She said smugly. He looked at her, and then 'her boyfriend' and promptly laughed until he had nearly wet his pants.

"Pan. *gasp for air* That's Goten!" Trunks wheezed, as his "bitch" deserted him for some other person.

Pan's face froze as she looked next to her. It was Goten. And he was turned to other way, slightly drunk and trying to talk to girls who passed by.

She backed up very quickly, jerking Goten's head around.

"Hey, man." Goten said to Trunks before disappearing into the crowd.

Then, giant arachnids of doom entered the party. Everyone.. er.. screamed for their mommies and the two big spider people just turned out to be Krillin and 18, really stoned in giant spider costumes.

Everyone screamed louder.