I don't own DBZ

A/N: bah, I broke the cycle. God, I need inspiration.

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Pan+marron=PARRON: tell me, can a fic that has Bra NOT have shopping?!

What's Betrayal Among Friends?

Chapter 11 – a Day out to Town.

Bra walked up to where Goten said he'd meet her. Several guys tried to get her attention, and even a girl or two, but she didn't pay them much attention. Finally finding her friend, the girl sped up a bit. Goten noticed her and waved.

"Hi, Bra-Chan!"

"Hi, Goten-kun. Ready to shop?"

"When you put it like that... and knowing you… ready as I'll ever be."

He was about to go into the shop when Bra stopped him, letting his remark slide.

"Goten, why not go buy your clothes first?"

"But…"

Bra wanted to talk to Goten, and she knew herself well enough to know she couldn't be serious with pretty dresses around.

"Just, let's."

So he was dragged away.

Pan sat in front of the TV, just staring blankly at it.

'How could I be so stupid? Bra probably hates me now. Ooo, if, if, if Paris wouldn't have been such a meanie!'

She stood up and ran out the door. She had to let out some access energy. And the only place she knew she'd find it for sure was Capsule Corporation.

The bluette sighed as she looked at some of the shirts in the store, wrinkling her nose.

'Who'd be caught dead in these?'

"Well?"

Looking up at Goten, she smiled.

"You look great! For someone in Hawaii, that is!"

The Son boy frowned and looked down at his red flower patterned shirt and khaki pants.

"That bad?"

"Horrible's more like it."

He went back in to change, and she went back to her thoughts.

'Where should I start? What should I start? Should I even bring it up here?'

When next Goten emerged, Bra broke down laughing.

"Oh, Goten, pink is definitely not your color!"

Even though he frowned, he had to laugh as well when he saw his reflection.

"Pink. Neat."

"Reminds me of some pictures I saw of my dad… pink shirt, yellow pants."

She shuddered at the thought. Goten nodded.

"Pink Vegeta. Evil."

"The horror."

They both laughed, then Goten remembered he was still wearing the said clothes. He ran to change, leaving Bra close to hysteric laughter.

"Why not try what I picked for you?"

He agreed, and the result was rather good. White pants with a white buttoned shirt and a black vest.

"Wow, you look great!"

The saleswoman said, but Goten took Bra's slight blush and looking away as a far better approval.

"You really do look nice, Goten-chan."

"Thanks. So now can we go buy you a dress?"

Bra looked at Goten thoughtfully.

'Now would be a good time to talk to him. He's in a good mood. But… what do I say? I can't just… 'Hey, Goten, Paris is cheating on you!'… That would be bad…'

"Bra-chan?"

She blinked.

"Sorry. Spaced out for a moment there. You were saying?"

"Shall we go buy you a dress?"

"Nooo, why, why don't we go get something to eat?"

She didn't finish the 'e' word, and Goten was already back in the changing room.

'Sons. Gotta love them."

Then she thought of Paris, and frowned.

'I hate that girl!'

Her Ki went up, causing Goten to rush back out, shirtless. (We don't get enough of that ^_^)

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Bra blushed and giggled.

"Nothing. Go change already!"

He changed, they paid and left, but what Goten didn't notice was the fact that when he rushed out shirtless, the box with the ring fell out of his pocket and into the floor.

Upon arrival at the Briefs' house, Pan found the door open.

"Hello?"

No one was there. She searched for Bra's Ki; the girl was at the mall… with Goten? Pan blinked.

'What's she doing there?'

She shrugged it off momentarily and casually walked to the Gravity Room. She really needed to blow something up. Entering, she knew Vegeta would probably be there.

"Ready or not, I'm coming in and I won't go away until you spar with me!"

The room's single inhabitant flew down and landed in front of her, but it wasn't the grumpy prince.

"Pan!"

Coming there, Pan decided, was a bad idea.

"Trunks."

The amount on nonsense the princess and Son boy exchanged was incredible. However, both Bra and Goten enjoyed the conversation; until Paris was brought up. And whenever Goten would go to that subject, Bra would changed it, or cleverly avoid answering. Soon the meal came, meaning, a lot of everything. Or a little of everything, since Bra decided she needed a diet.

"Now will we go buy you a dress?"

Bra almost chocked.

"Get real! You never try clothes on after a meal!"

He chuckled.

"Well, if you say so. I'm sure you'll look nice in anything you wear."

She blushed, smiling lightly.

"Thank you."

They finished the meal and ordered desert. Meaning, a lot of everything, and even more so.

"Diet, eh?"

"Shut up."

Goten soon finished and excuse himself. While Bra was waiting for him, she saw none other than the bitch-extraordinaire came into her sight.

'What?! Dende, does this girl have  radar or something?!'

Bra's eyes widened even more, then narrowed dangerously. Paris was there… with another man.

'Girl likes to dig her own grave, doesn't she?'

A part of her wanted Goten to see. The other? Prayed that Goten wouldn't find out like that.

'Pan, you want to smack someone? Smack her. Not my brother.'

Prince and Son girl stared at each other for a while when Pan turned to leave. Trunks stopped her.

"No, don't go. I'll go. You train here."

Now it was Pan's turn to stop him.

"No, it's ok. I need someone to spar with."

A slight smile showed on Trunks's lips.

"BUT!"

She lifted a finger to make sure he saw she was serious.

"No word. No sound. One peep other than 'Big Bang Attack', 'Final Flash' etc., and I'm out of here. Got it?"

"yep."

"You peeped!"

"Last peep. Sorry."

Pan looked at him sternly, then walked in. Trunks gave her access to the room's control panel and felt rather disappointed at the level Pan set. It was obvious to him that Pan wasn't there to train. She was there to beat, or at least try beating, something to a pulp.

"Ready?"

He nodded. It wasn't hard for Pan to find reasons to be mad at him; All she had to do was remember one little kiss.

Bra tapped her fingers on the table annoyingly, glaring at Paris. A woman came into the restaurant and looked around. Bra recognized her as the woman from the shop. The woman smiled when she saw Bra.

"Oh, miss, thank god I found you."

The girl was confused.

"What's the matter? Did we forget to pay for something?"

"Heavens, no. But you did forget this."

The woman extracted the small black box and handed it to the bluette.

"This is yours, isn't it? It was in the dressing room."

The girl nodded.

"Must be my friend's."

Taking 10 zeni out of her purse, Bra handed them to the woman.

"for your trouble."

"Thank you."

The woman left, and Bra had to resist the urge to look at the content. Instead, she looked up at Paris again, who was looking at someone other than her date.

'Another boyfriend, no doubt.'

Sad, but true. Goten came back to the table, looking through his pockets. Paris was looking right at him, slightly… scared?

"What's the matter? Lost something?"

"I think so… hey, there it is!"

He took the black box and sat back down. Bra glanced yet again at Paris, half hoping Goten would follow her gaze.

'Sure, be scared. You don't deserve him, you slut.'

Goten opened the box and placed it on the table. Bra's eyes widened.

"Goten, it's downright gorgeous! Oh my god!"

The Son boy grinned.

"I hoped you'd like it."

He breathed deeply to calm himself down, then spoke silently. No one was supposed to hear it, but Bra was part Saiyan. And she heard it. Her heart beat quickened. Goten just said 'will you marry me?'

A/N: ^_^_^_^_^_^ this is fun! but I'm beginning to run out of written chapters. Better get some writing done!