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What's Betrayal Among Friends?
Chapter 15 – The Dreaded Question
Vegeta entered the house and looked around. After his little run in with Paris, he was set on making sure his children would not back away because of her.
"Bra!"
The bluette was running around, putting a shoe on, eating a slice of toast, another shoe, combing her hair, etc.
"Bra?"
The girl was in the middle of a jump when she noticed her father.
"Morning, daddy."
"Look, I wanted to talk to you about..."
"Can't talk now, daddy, I gotta run."
"No, but..."
"Look, there's this mean girl I have to take care of."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you..."
"And I have to buy a dress, I forgot when I went with Goten!"
"Well, I... GOTEN?!"
Vegeta stared.
"Yep. Goten. Well, buhbye daddy!"
Bra kissed her father's cheek and ran off, leaving him blinking.
"What?"
Pan walked aimlessly through the streets, trying to find what to do. Looking up, she saw Bra running down the streets. Both girls looked at each other.
"Hi, Pan."
"Bra."
They stared at each other for a while, then Bra chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"You look like you didn't sleep at all!"
"You seem like you slept for a year, as usual."
"The magic of make up."
"Right."
Both looked silently at the clothing shop next to them.
"I need a dress."
"Want me to help you?"
The Son girl glanced at the shop and nodded.
"Sure thing. Thanks."
"No problem."
The two girls walked in, Pan's hands in her pockets, and Bra's arms were crossed behind her back, a cheesy grin on her face.
"Let's shop!"
"Um, no."
Goten looked at the outfit Bra picked for him and once again admired its quality.
'Bra-chan sure has good taste.'
HE placed the black box on the desk next to his bed and grinned.
"Well, I better get going, I have a date with Paris soon."
He ran down the stairs and met his mother, cooking as usual.
"Heya, Okaa-san!"
"Good morning, Goten. Have a date today, don't you?"
Chichi said with her usual smile, yet she felt just a touch of regret. After what Pan said, she wasn't that sure anymore about the 'city girl'. Goten's smile faded and was replaced by a concerned frown.
"How's Pan? I heard from Gohan she had an outburst last night."
Chichi froze.
"But he wouldn't tell me what about."
She sighed in relief and continued her task, sending his a crocked smirk.
"Boy-girl problems."
Hey, she wasn't lying.
"Ah. Our Panny sure is growing up."
Said with a smile. His mother, however, tried to hide her frown.
"…don't you have to go? You don't want to be late."
"Oh yeah! Thanks mom! Bye!"
He ran off, leaving Chichi alone to her worries.
"Pan-chan…"
Paris tapped her foot impatiently while pacing back and forth before the park bench.
"Where is he… he was never late before… what if…"
She stopped.
"What if the little brat told about me… or Trunks… no, Hottie-Trunksie wouldn't do that. He cares too much for Goten-Woten…"
"You even talk to yourself about me? I'm flattered!"
Paris froze, then slowly turned around with a forced smile.
"Go, Goten-kun!"
He hugged her, joyfully kissing the girl's forehead.
"I missed you, Paris-chan."
"I… I missed you too, Goten-Woten."
She relaxed a bit in his embrace.
'Ok. He's the same as always. No worries.'
"So where are we going today, Goten-kun? What new foods are you going to introduce me to?"
Inwardly, Paris puked.
'All this guy do is eat! Doesn't he get tired of it?! Oh well, free meals, I guess, are better than nothing.'
"Well, I thought that we could go to the harbor today and catch a ferry ride."
The girl blinked.
'Is he actually inviting me on a romantic cruise?'
"They have the best sea food restaurant there!"
She had to fall down with a sweatdrop.
'I knew there was a catch.'
"Besides, I hardly take you out to anything but restaurants lately…"
He took her hands in his, and she found herself blinking.
"…So we could enjoy the ride while we eat. Sea air is great for you health, you know."
Another blink. As the Son boy looked into her eyes, Paris felt a light blush creep to her cheeks at the immense love she saw in those onyx orbs.
"So, shall we go now?"
"Shall."
They walked off, hand in hand, and Paris had to bite her lip, otherwise she'd have burst out crying.
Trunks leaned against the window, his hand resting on his hand. Gillu was rapidly typing on his little keyboard, humming that same senseless tune. Eventually tiring of the never ending blue, the president of Capsule Corp. turned back into his office, sitting by his desk. With a surprised 'gillu?' the small robot hovered over to his friend to settle on Trunks's shoulder.
"Question: why is Trunks sad?"
"I'm not sad, Gillu, just preoccupied."
Trunks kept sending glances towards the trash bin, where Paris's message was still lying. Almost teasing him. The girl had the nerve to invite him to Goten's bachelor party. Like he wouldn't be the one to actually arrange the damned thing!
"Trunks?"
Feeling his anger build up inside him, Trunks stood up, and kicked the trash bin so hard it hit the wall, and then was sent back through the window. Without a word he left the office, leaving Gillu to wonder if there was anything he could do for his friend, before the man'd kill someone.
"Well, that was nice."
Pan said, leaving the store.
"Yep. I… I hope we could do it again. Soon."
Bra said, fidgeting a bit.
"Sure. Well, see ya!"
The two girls parted ways, and Bra decided that she could use a meal in the sea air.
"And I know just the place! Trunks took me there for my b-day! Yum!"
And she happily hopped to the harbor.
"Oh, Goten, I love it! I absolutely love it!"
Paris said as she stood on the deck, the ocean breeze ruffling her hair. The scene was beyond her imagination.
'Well, it was worth staying with him! This is quite romantic!'
Goten blushed as he smiled behind her.
'This is it. I mean… if I could do it right with Bra, I could do it with… the woman of my dreams.'
He blamed excitement and nervousness for the slight doubt he had. She was still admiring the view as he got down on one knee and took out the black box. Sighing, Goten looked up at her.
"Paris-chan?"
"Hm?"
She didn't look back. Biting his lip, Goten opened the box. The sunshine reflected of the blue gem.
"Will you…"
A/N: *laughs maniacally* yes! The cliffie to end all cliffies! Bwahahahahahahaha! Review!
