I don't own DBZ or DBGT
A/N: ^-^ you like this ficcie, ne? anyways, I've decided to bring a GT character in. hope you guys know who he is. If not, leave a review or e-mail me or AIM me and I'll be more than happy to explain ^^
Lord Nazgul: sorry for keeping you waiting v.v
Goten's Gaurdian Angel: I think so too, I just like Marron with Trunks better :P (no, not in this fic)
Xshiny: ^^ maybe, maybe not! You'll have to read through it all to find out.
L@DyFiCtIoN: patience, my dear, patience. All in due time *insane laughter*
Juunanagou4ever: I know, isn't it fun? ^^
Granny Adams: *^^* you're too kind. Hope you like this chappie as well.
Raven Pan: here you go :P
What's Betrayal Among Friends?
Chapter 14 – The Calm Before a Storm
The new day found Trunks in a much better mode than he had been for a while. It amazed him, how much one night out brought his hopes up. He felt like there was actually a way out of the mess; now it was only time to find it.
'Goten… I'll be damned it I let you down. You deserve more than this lie… and she doesn't deserve you.'
He stretched before getting dressed. A soft knock came on the door.
"Morning, big brother."
He frowned. Bra had dark circles under her eyes, she seemed tired and stressed. Her hair was a mess and he doubted she cleaned her make up before going to sleep.
"You look horrible."
"Well, it's your fault!"
He had to chuckle at the pink pajama she was wearing; it was so childish and was in total contrast to her Vegeta-ish glare.
"Oh?"
"Yeah! You made me carry all of your problems."
She collapsed on his bed not so gracefully.
"I tried talking to Pan… and I talked with Goten some."
Trunks's eyebrows were raised.
"Really?"
"Yep. Pan was… less than willing to listen."
"That doesn't surprise me."
He sat next to her on the bed, trying to sort out his belt from her hair.
"And Goten?"
"He… well, he's gonna marry her."
"I know. He showed me the ring."
"Nice ring."
"Yeah."
They both got lost in their own thoughts for a while.
"Did you agree?"
"To what?"
Bra made a mocking expression.
"I wonder what?!"
He chuckled.
"I… I didn't really give him an answer."
She nodded.
"Maybe it's for the *yawn* best. Night night, big brother…"
Trunks smiled as his little sister closed her eyes and drifted to sleep. He tucked her in and flew to work. He felt so light and hopeful; life seemed much better all of a sudden.
'If Paris thinks she can beat me, she's so wrong!'
Having friends can make a person feel invincible.
Pan skated into the kitchen and ate quickly, not wanting to answer questions. But as she was about to leave…
"Paaaaaaaaaaaaan!"
The girl froze and chuckled nervously.
"Er, heh heh, hi, grandma! Bye, grandma!"
"Sit!"
From the sterness in Chichi's voice and the nervousness she was feeling, Pan sat right down on the floor.
"On a seat."
Pan obliged and looked at her hands, resting in her lap. Chichi sat next to her, but she wasn't mad; her expression was worried.
"You worried us, Pan-chan. What was it all about?"
"I… I lost my cool. It won't happen again."
"We don't mind it happening again…"
The grandmother said in a soft voice.
"…we just want to know why it happened so we can prevent it."
"I… I can't tell you."
This made Chichi's concern grow.
"All right then. I can't force you."
The girl stared at the woman.
"You're… you're not?"
Chichi smiled sympathetically.
"If I make you, and you can't tell, you'll lie to me, won't you, Pan-chan?"
"I'd never…!"
But the grandmother's knowing gaze made the girl bite her tongue.
"I would."
"See? All I'm saying is that if there's anything we can do for you, tell us."
Pan bit her lip this time. They couldn't help; not without telling them the whole story. And betraying her friend.
"It's something I should deal with alone."
This made Chichi feel proud.
"I just want you to know that we love you, and are here for you. Even if it's just to cry on our shoulder."
Which is exactly what the girl felt like doing.
"Thanks, grandma!"
They embraced, then the girl ran out of the room again.
'I have to talk to someone. But who? Bra's probably still mad at me, I still don't feel comfortable around Trunks… well, let's result to pointless flying.'
And that's what she did.
But Pan and Trunks weren't the only ones who were feeling up.
"I love my life."
Paris walked down the street happily. She noticed Pan flying through the sky awhile ago and giggled.
'Goten sure has a cute, if rather annoying niece. I hope we'll get along. I'd hate to see her pushing you away from me, Goten-woten. Or from you, Hottie-Trunksie. Oh, I can't choose! Hey, maybe they could fuse or something! Tee hee!'
Not noticing as she walked on, Paris bumped into someone rather built. Looking up, she wouldn't help but wonder whether Bra and Trunks were related to this man. The glares were identical. He walked on, though, not minding her.
"Hey, excuse me!"
"you're excused."
She blinked at the arrogance in his voice, then she ran up in front of the man.
"Now then, listen up! You bumped into me! I think you owe me an apology!"
Paris had a better chance of winning a fight against Gogeta Super Saiyan 4.
"Maybe you should apologize to the human race for being alive."
Vegeta walked off, but the girl wouldn't let it slide. She ran in front of him again and slapped him. The slap hurt her more than it did him, which was not at all.
"Pathetic. I can't see what Kakarot's second brat sees in you."
Paris was confused, and even more so when Vegeta just took off and flew away.
"Kakarot's second brat? Now which of my dates have a carrot for a father?"
The office was quiet other than the sound of keyboard keys being hit at a rapid speed. The small white robot happily sang a meaningless song, consisting of only 'Gillu's for words (I had to bring the little guy in! ^_^)
The door opening caught his attention.
"Gillu gillu?"
"Hi, Gillu."
Bulma smiled at him as she entered the room.
"Um, where's my son?"
Looking quickly through his memory banks, Gillu answered.
"Trunks is currently at a meeting. He should be back soon."
"Good."
The bluette dropped some papers on the desk, ones which Gillu hurried to rearrange in an alphabetical order of issues.
"My, you sure are useful!"
"Thank you. Miss Bulma?"
"Yes, Gillu?"
The small robot retracted his legs and floated up to her.
"Gillu is worried about Trunks."
"Oh? What's wrong?"
"Lately Trunks has been missing work a long, and not really into it when he was here."
"What do you mean?"
Gillu brought up the memory of Goten's talk with Trunks. How tensed Trunks was when Goten was here; and how upset he was after the Son boy left.
"Gillu?"
After slight hesitation, Gillu returned to his small PC (think normal PC, just fitting to his size ^^) and resumed typing.
"Gillu, what's wrong with my son?"
"Gillu was mistaken. Please forgive Gillu."
Blinking, Bulma nodded.
"Ok. Well, I'll see you around, Gillu."
Opening the door, Bulma was face to face with her son.
"Mother!"
"Hi, Trunks! I left some urgent stuff on your desk. Well, see you around, hun!"
Without delay, Gillu brought the notes with the messages to Trunks.
"Thank you, Gillu."
Bulma closed the door, a worried look on her face.
"Trunks seems fine now. Trunks, happy?"
"…"
Going through the notes, the prince found, much to his discontent, a message from Paris.
"Trunks?"
"No…"
He crumpled the note, and, throwing the note to the trash bin, forced on a smile as he turned back to his friend.
"But I will be."
A/N: short, I know, but we're getting there! Promise!
