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A/N: argh! Sorry about so long in posting! (if anyone's even reading this)

What's Betrayal Among Friends?

Let's meet for brunch

Trunks found Goten and Paris sitting at a restaurant, happily chatting. Goten's full attention was to Paris. Paris's was diverted at many targets at the room, all of which were males.

He shook his head and then moved a few locks of hair from his eyes. He was being paranoid; no way Paris would do that. At least not with Goten right in front of her.

In the rarest of moments, Goten looked up from his companion, and noticed his friend looking at them from outside. He waved with a warm smile. Trunks waved back. Goten motioned for him to come by. Trunks smiled, yet shook his head. Then Paris turned to look at him too.

Her eyes showed slight annoyance. Trunks could understand her; he was taking Goten's attention in the middle of their date. But there was something else there, too. Could it be… interest?

Nah…

Shrugging, Trunks approached the duo. Both smiled at him, making him smile back yet again. They were at a table for four, facing each other. Despite his unease, Trunks was forced to seat in between.

"Hey, Trunks! What're you doing here?"

Goten asked, grinning as always.

"I had a lunch break and thought I'd come over here, and guess what, here you are!"

Paris frowned.

"Isn't it a bit early for a lunch break?"

The Briefs boy bit his lip.

"Well, I kinda slipped out early. Don't tell my father, he'll kill me."

"Done."

Their orders came, and Goten smiled sheepishly as he and Paris ate while Trunks merely had a glass of water.

"Are you sure you're not hungry, Trunks? It's your lunch break."

Goten pleaded between courses.

"I'm sure, Goten."

To be honest, Trunks was too nervous to eat. He kept seeing possible ways that his conversation with Paris will go.

One- she admits and tells Goten. Goten can heal and move on.

Two- she says no and means it. All is well.

Three- she lies, yet doesn't show it. All's well until she gets caught.

Four- she confronts Trunks back.

Obviously, least favorite option was four.

"So, Trunks, how're life at work?"

Paris asked sweetly.

"Yeah! I hardly hear you complain any more about the massive, inhuman load they force on you!"

Trunks had to smirk as a piece of food came flying from Goten's mouth and landed neatly in the ashtray on the table. Paris didn't seem to notice it. Goten wiped his mouth and blushed lightly.

"Well, the don't load all that much anymore. I guess after, what, a dozen times I ran off they learned to restrain themselves? Besides, mom helps me out a lot. She's bored, I'm loaded, works out well for both of us."

The Son boy nodded and resumed eating. Paris wiped her mouth and frowned as the lipstick stuck to the napkin.

"I'll be right back."

Paris walked to the ladies' room, moving her hips seductively. Trunks sighed as he felt a tinge of jealousy towards his best friend's naivety.  Goten kept eating, and thus missing all the looks most of the guys in the restaurant were giving his girlfriend. Trunks shook his head.

"So?"

He looked at Goten with a raised eyebrow. Goten swallowed before continuing.

"What do you think of Paris?"

Trunks hoped he didn't go as pale as he felt and that his smile didn't falter too much.

"Wha, what do you mean?"

Goten sighed dreamily.

"I mean, look at her. She's beautiful, talented, smart, funny… and my mom likes her!"

"Goten, your mom likes any girl who's willing to look at you for five minutes without freaking out."

The black haired youth scratched the back of his head in the beloved Son way.

"I guess you're right."

Paris came back and when Trunks looked at her, he was shocked. She seemed so cute and sincere, just the way Goten saw her.

"Sorry about that. So, were you boys talking about me? I sneezed a lot."

She winked, and Trunks felt like throwing up; if Goten's face wasn't the logo of love stricken puppies, then such a thing was never invented. Then his alarm went off.

"Darn. Well, kids, looks like I better get going now."

Standing up to leave, Trunks left some money on the table. He wasn't going to get even a drink on his best friend's account. They went too far back to have debts. Paris stood up as well.

"I have to go too. I scheduled with a friend to show her around the city."

"Why can't we come along too?"

Goten pouted. Trunks glared at him, seeing where he was headed.

"No."

Both he and Paris said at the same time. Trunks looked at her, slightly amazed. Paris stared at her feet.

"I… promised her it'd only be me."

The desert came in ice cream cones; Paris was happy- she could take it with her.

"Yey! Ice cream!"

She tried picking up some ice cream with her fingers, and stuck the chunk in her mouth.

"Oopsy.

She licked her fingers, and Trunks almost had the urge to bring a bucket and collect Goten. Did this girl have him wrapped around her little finger or what!

"Well, I better get going then. Have a good time, you two."

Trunks left and sighed. He didn't know how he had expected this meeting to go, but he knew that wasn't that. Reluctantly, Trunks began making his way back to the office when he felt someone push him towards the wall, then turned him around before pinning him against the bricks.

His eyes widened as he recognized the person in front of him. He had, after all, left her with his best friend in the restaurant mere minutes ago.

"Heya, handsome."

Trunks blinked as the girl pressed herself against him, and smiled rather innocently, batting her eyes. Dende, how he hated her at that moment.

"Heya, Paris."

A/N: Ooooo, we're getting somewhere now! Hope you guys even read this!