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What's Betrayal Among Friends?
Chapter 12 – Games of Cat and Mouse, a.k.a. "Will You Marry Me?"
The two Saiyans traded punches, letting frustration out. Pan was lashing out; Trunks was holding back.
"When do you manage to train with all that work?! Don't answer!"
That's the way it went for a while. Pan would blurt out a question, then told Trunks to shut up. He found it rather amusing. Soon the girl flew towards the controllers and turned the room's mechanism down. Both instantly felt relief as the gravity level returned to normal.
"That was… fun."
Pan glared at him.
"Well, we're done. I'm allowed to peep."
She blinked, then went to collect her stuff.
"So… heard you went shopping. Bought anything interesting?"
Trunks asked casually. Pan remained silent.
"That's nice."
"A suit."
He looked at the girl, and smiled inwardly.
'Progress.'
"I'm sure it looks good on you."
Pan looked away when an involuntary blush came to her cheeks.
"Well, see ya."
He said and left first, saving Pan the awkwardness of speaking to him anymore. The girl looked after him as he left.
"Bye."
Her voice echoed in the empty gravity room. She punched the wall as hard as she could, leaving a dent. She had fun sparring with Trunks; and that just made it all the worse.
Bra felt dizzy. The room was spinning. She needed air. Did it get hotter in there or what?
"Wha… what did you just say?!"
Goten looked up, his cheeks pinkish.
"What did I… Bra-chan, are you ok? You don't seem so good?"
"I need some water."
She felt like she was choking.
"Coming right up."
He left the table hurriedly. Bra brushed some strands of hair from her face and looked up. There was Paris, still there. She was alone, and looking straight at Bra. Upon eye contact, the older girl quickly looked away, but the princess noticed. However, the bluette had far more on her mind than this.
'He… he didn't just… he didn't. There has to be an explanation. It can't be. He's with Paris. He's… with that bitch over there.' (All praise the B word ^-^)
The box was still open on the table.
'This ring… it's so beautiful. So simple, yet has such a deep meaning. Like Goten.'
Bra gasped lightly when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw Goten's smiling face.
"Here you are. Even got you some ice."
She smiled lightly and drank the water. It felt good against her sudden dry throat.
"Thank you."
There was an awkward silence.
"So what did you say?"
Goten gulped. Bra had to be sure of what she heard.
"Nothing."
"'Will you… marry me?' was that it?"
His silence was all that she needed as a 'yes'.
"Goten… why did you say it?"
He looked at her with… shame?
"Because… I don't know how to."
Pan walked into the house. Her parents and grandmother were talking in the kitchen; about her.
"…and she just fainted. I was shocked! Then Bra came. She seemed eager to talk to Pan. I have no idea what about."
Chichi explained.
"'Girl problems'. How can girls get away with everything like that?"
Gohan complained while both women laughed.
"I'll have to talk to her later. Where is she, anyway?"
Videl asked rather calmly. Pan, in response, lowered her Ki even more. Gohan sighed.
"I can't sense her. She probably wants to be alone."
"Well, she'll come back sooner or later. Saiyans don't like to cook for themselves."
"MOM!"
Pan sneaked to her room and locked the door. Plopping down on her bed, she hugged a huge pink bunny (if anyone knows Kumagoro…). The girl had so much on her mind.
Trunks was a bastard. He was a backstabbing bastard. Why did she have so much fun with him?
"Why me? Why did it all happen to me? …Why, Paris? Why did you have to ruin everything?"
She sobbed quietly for quite a while afterwards, shut up in her room.
Bra blinked. The best way she could describe the situation was 'childish'.
"What do you mean, 'don't know how to'? Just like you did now, only louder."
Goten nodded.
"I… I'm really sorry, Bra-chan."
She placed her hand comfortingly on his.
"What for? You didn't do anything wrong."
"For… for asking you to help me get over my problem."
The princess giggled.
"Calm down. Look, I don't mind helping you."
His smile told her his spirit was being lifted.
"Why not try it again? Pretend I'm the woman of your dreams, the one and only. The one you can't live without."
Her face reddened with every word. Goten was too busy looking at the ring to notice.
"Will you marry me?"
Bra giggled, and inwardly screamed 'yes, yes, YES!'.
"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!"
Goten looked up at her, a bit ashamed. She felt Paris's eyes glare at her.
'Eat your heart out, you witch!'
"What did I do wrong?"
"You looked at the ring. Look at me. Make eye contact."
Blue met onyx and Bra thought she could get lost. It wasn't the kind of cold black like her father's. It was warm black like it's just a really deep night.
"Now try again."
"Will you marry me?"
Her cheeks were on fire.
'If only, if only…'
"I donno. There's still something… missing."
He placed his hands on hers and leaned a bit closer to her. The girl gasped, excited.
"Bra-chan, will you marry me?"
He said slowly and softly. She leaned towards him, their eyes still locked.
"Say it again."
Their faces were now an inch away.
"Marry me."
Bra closed her eyes and was about to close the distance, when Goten gently pushed her away. Opening her eyes, she saw he was blushing like mad and was refusing eye contact like his life depended on it.
"I… I think I got the hang of it. Thanks, Bra-san."
Goten took the ring, left some money to pay for his food and left in a hurry. A tear threatened to fall down the girl's cheek. He had taken away the closeness between them. 'San'. Were they that far apart all of a sudden?
Looking up, Bra noticed Paris returning from the ladies' room.
'Damn, she missed it… and she didn't drown in the toilet.'
Leaving enough money for her own food, Bra slowly left the restaurant.
"Wait! Girl, wait!"
Bra continued to walk, even though the voice was known.
"Hold it!"
'Dream on, Paris.'
"Answer me, you whore!"
The bluette turned around, crossed her arms and glared.
"The name's Bra, Paris."
"Bra, thong, strapless, no difference."
Sometimes, Bra hated the part of her that had self control.
"What were you doing with my Goten?"
'Nothing that you didn't do with my brother'.
Her glare deepened.
"We talked."
"Holding hands and almost kissing?!"
Bra felt somewhat evil satisfaction from Paris's lack of confidence.
"Are you that unsure of your relationship with Goten that he can't even meet with a friend?"
"That was more than friendly!"
"We've known each other for over 10 years. And besides, who was it that you were seeing here?"
Paris paled quite noticeably.
"He's cute."
The princess said and winked. Paris's nervousness grew.
"He, was, it, er… he's my cousin, cousin! He's in town for a few days, so I'm showing him around. That's it."
"Right. So can I have his phone number?"
"NO!"
Bra smirked.
"I mean, ahem, now. He's only in town for a few days, like I said. No point in getting to know him."
"Riiiiiiight. So you won't mind if I talk to him for a while, will you?"
It was so much fun for the bluette, to see the girl fidget, trying to find the right words.
"Er, he left."
"I think not."
"Wait, hold it!"
Bra didn't pay Paris any attention, and used her Saiyan speed to sneak back into the restaurant. The guy looked up at her and smiled.
"Well, hello there."
'Now, you little witch, time to get some pay back.'
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