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A/N: er… I made 'em curse here. Tons. Sorry o.o;;;

What's Betrayal Among Friends?

Chapter 6 – A Shoulder to Cry on, alcohol and spars.

Paris touched her lips and watched as Trunks flew off. A smile came to her lips, then a smirk. Ok, so her boyfriend's best friend was hot. And if the kiss was that good when she forced it on him, then just the thought of a willing kiss made her knees weak.

'Oh, Trunks Briefs. When I'm done with you, not only will you invite me to your party, you'll propose to me!'

Vegeta cursed as he was forced to open the door. He growled even more when he found Kakarotto's second brat and brat granddaughter. But their situation struck him as wrong. Pan was sobbing and Goten had his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder.

"Is Bra home?"

Vegeta nodded, and Pan ran passed him and up the stairs. Goten walked in, yet remained downstairs.

"So… training hard?"

The rhetoric question was rewarded with a glare. Goten scratched the back of his head.

'Yep. Good ole Vegeta.'

Pan hesitated before actually entering Bra's room. She heard the bluette idly chatting with one of her classmates.

"Sure, Kailey! You told him right! Oh, you showed him! That's my girl!"

The door opened slowly. Bra at first looked annoyed, but her expression soon changed as she saw Pan. The girl's eyes were red, and her cheeks- tear stained. Pan wasn't quite all right.

"Kailey, girl, I'll call you back. What's wrong, sweetie?!"

Pan started crying again, her words coming out in muffled sobs. Bra rushed to her and helped Pan to the bed, extracting from a drawer a box of tissues and some candy which were exactly for 'girl problems'.

"Come on, honey, tell me what happened."

"It's… it's Trunks."

Bra tensed.

"What… what about him?"

'Please, tell me he didn't…'

"He… he… HE KISSED PARIS!!!"

The bluette stared, then mixed emotions filled her. As much as she'd like to go tell her brother how she felt about him, she had to stay there for her friend. As much as she felt anger, she felt sadness and sympathy. The man she liked kissed another.

'Story of my life.'

And the part of her that was Vegeta allowed her to see the irony of having the same woman involved in both cases. But that brought back the anger… and that brought back the pain. So Bra resorted to hugging her friend and rubbing Pan's back in circles.

"Oh, sweetie… I'm so sorry. I know how much it can hurt…"

"Why Paris, Bra? Why? He could've had anyone else… why couldn't he pick Marron?! Why… why couldn't he… why couldn't he pick… me?

Goten and Vegeta sat in the living room silently. Vegeta stared at Goten while the Son boy stared at random objects in the room.

"What happened to her?"

Goten was surprised by the question.

"Huh?"

"Look. Whatever happened to your brat niece also affects my brat daughter. And that might affect my mate."

Heaven forbids he'll put himself into the mess.

"So what happened?"

"She wouldn't tell me. Just cried and said she wanted to talk to Bra."

"I see."

There was a rather tensed silence.

"So… when was the last time you sparred, brat?"

Before he could argue, Goten was being dragged to the gravity room.

'Mother.'

Trunks paid the bartender as he brought him his Jean and Tonic. Damn Saiyan physiology; he wanted to get drunk, damn it! But he had to admit that it tasted better than Paris did. The mere thought made him gag.

'Stupid bitch. How can she be so nasty?! Dende, I'm too mad to come up with names for her!'

Several women sent him dirty looks, but he ignored them; he had too much on his mind to care. Paris had him. He couldn't go up to Goten without being considered a traitor, a bastard and a liar. And Trunks couldn't really blame his best friend; he'd have probably thought the same.

'But I'm not in his shoes, and I'm in knee-high crap. Think, Trunks! You're supposed to be one of the most powerful people in the world, both physically and financially. How can you let that girl toy with you like that?!'

Ah, but it's not only you, his reason said to his pride in a superior tone. She's playing with Goten, too. And that made Trunks's blood boil even more.

'Oh, Goten… you knew just the girl to pick for your steady girlfriend.'

Tissues scattered across the floor, and candy wraps followed.

"I was walking towards Starbucks, and… *sniffles* and I saw Trunks. I waved, but then Paris came, and…"

Bra could offer her friend little comfort other than being there.

'To bring Pan, of all people, to tears… she really loves you, you dumb brother of mine.'

"I'll talk to him. Pan, there just has to be an explanation to this, there has to be!"

Pan shook her head.

"I wanna think so too, Bra… but…"

Pan broke down crying again, and Bra hugged her comfortly.

"I know, sweetie, I know. But Pan, whatever you do, do NOT tell Goten!"

The Son girl looked at her friend, then nodded slowly.

"Don't worry. I won't be the one to break my uncle's heart."

The bluette smiled warmly.

"Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of this. I promise."

"Bra, I… I love him. I really do."

Bra's smile faded, and she rubbed Pan's back.

"I know, honey. I know…"

Once Pan calmed down somewhat, the girls walked downstairs, where a rather beat up Goten and a satisfied Vegeta were waiting.

"Glad to see you're doing better, Panny."

Pan nodded, and the two left back home once both girls refused to tell details. When the Sons were out the door, Vegeta turned to hier daughter.

"What was wrong with her?"

The girl shook her head.

"Sorry, daddy, I can't tell. It's a… girl thing."

The full Saiyan's face twisted with what could only be seen as fright.

"ok. I… I'm gonna go train."

He left his daughter alone to her own thoughts. But Bra didn't have too much time to think as she felt her brother's energy return to the house. She ran up to his room and charged inside.

"You had better have a good explanation, mister!"

Trunks took off his shirt and crashed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Bra was taken a back.

'He… he smells like alcohol!'

"Listen, Trunks, Pan told me everything. Nice birthday resent, you jerk! If that's what you get your best friend, what'll you get someone you dislike?!"

Trunks closed his eyes in pain. Even though he was still sober, his Saiyan physiology was making him pay for drinking that poison.

"Bra, I have a headache. Can't we talk about it later?"

She crossed her arms.

"Oh no. you're gonna hear me, whether you like it or not!"

Little sister. You just have to hate them.

A/N: thank you to all my reviewers! :D I was about to let this story go… then I posted another chapter… and then your reviews came in. ^-^ it really encourages me! You're all too kind! Well, don't I like to end a chapter with Bra yelling at Trunks ^^;;; looks like he'll have to think of a better excuse this time! R&R!