I don't own DBZ/DBGT.

A/N: anyone said 'payback'?

L@DyFiCtIoN: if anything, then the next episode of DBGT o.O *keeps sugar away from ya*

Ssjmiraitrks: me neither, that diabolical lavender haired cute.

Goten's Gaudrian Angel: *cracks whip at ya* back, back I say! Mine!

Juunanagou4ever: *keeps sugar away from you too*

Parron: so your real name rhymes with melon, eh? The plot thickens o.o

Gotens Angel: due to international security issues, none of my reviewers will be getting sugar. My deepest apologies.

Raven Pan: congrats again, mama! :D

Xshiny: wait and see, wait and see… nyahahaha.

Last A/N: other fics of mine aside, I'm a strong believer that Trunks and Marron had some sort of a romantic relationship before GT. Just so you know where some of the stuff here are coming from. No worries, it's still T/P.

And now, finally, the fic. *stuffs tons of sugar in my mouth*

What's Betrayal Among Friends?

Chapter 19 – The Next Day

The peaceful air of the Son house was slightly disturbed by a soft knock at the door.

"Coming!'

The door opened to reveal the young, blue haired Demi Saiyan. She bowed before the lady of the house.

"Good morning, Chichi-san. How're you?"

"I'm well, Bra-san. And you?"

"Not that bad, either. Is Goten home?"

The formality of it all made Chichi feel unease.

"Yes, but he's sleeping. Would you like to come in and wait until he wakes up?"

"If you don't mind."

"Not at all. Come in."

Bra stepped lightly inside and Chichi noticed that for the first time in a while, the girl wasn't wearing her red leather outfit. Instead she was wearing a white sundress with pink and purple heart and flower patterns, a white headband and cream white sandals. Her usual purse was also replaced by a white heart shaped handbag. (rich daddy's girl :p).

"You look exceptionally nice and… white, today, Bra-san. Any special occasion?"

The woman noticed that the red still stayed somewhere on the girl; her cheeks.

"I came here to congratulate Goten-kun. You know I'll probably not be able to be in the bachelor's party, so…"

"Aw, how nice of you! Here's an idea; help me cook breakfast for him!"

"Ok!"

The girl hurriedly ran to the kitchen, leaving her purse on the couch.

'My, she sure is jumpy. I wonder…'

"Bra-san, what do you know about Paris?"

The slightest of pauses was more than enough for Chichi to know Bra was in on it as well.

"Pa, Paris? What about her?"

"… Never mind."

Trunks looked at his reflection with the cockiness he got from his dad, and disgust. Sure, he looked good (like always :p), but it felt wrong getting all dressed up for her.

A knock on the door disrupted that train of thought.

"Come in."

Bulma walked into the room, and a smile was pasted to her face when she saw how fancy dressed her son was.

"My. Where are you going? You haven't been in the office in a while, have you?"

"I have been. Ask Gillu."

"Ok. So… are you going on a date?"

The answer came quite reluctantly.

"You could say that."

The genius squealed, shrieked, and act all girly like. Oh, the humanity.

"Wai, wai, wai! It's so about time! It's serious, isn't it? Tell me it's serious! You hadn't been on a serious relationship since Marron, and…"

"Kaa-san!"

She ran out of the room grinning, leaving Trunks blushing and annoyed. Taking his jacket, he went out, not noticing the little robot following around.

Pink ceiling. Pink bed. Pink closet. Pink phone.

"Come on, pick it up, pick it up… hello, Trunks-chan?!"

Marron cried out as an answer came from the other end of the line.

"Hello, Marron-chan!"

"Bulma-san."

She hoped she didn't sound that disappointed.

"Now don't sound so disappointed."

Oopsy.

"What can I do for you?"

The blonde tried to regain control over her voice.

"Is Trunks-kun there?"

"Nope! He's on a date!"

"I. I see. Well, I…"

Blink.

"WHAAAAT?!"

Bulma grinned from ear to ear.

"Yep! I donno who, though, but my bet is it's Pan!"

"Pan? But…"

"Well, gotta go now, Marron-chan. Take care now!"

"Bye…"

Click.

'He can't be on a date with Pan, I just talked to her. This requires further investigation.'

Dialing quickly, Marron cleared her throat. She had to do that to use her sweetheart voice.

"Hello?"

"Heya, Ubuu-kun! Wanna go on a date?!"

"Yes, I think it's great he's dating again, Bulma! Well, it's been at least 10 years, wasn't it?"

Pan yawned as she went down the stairs, stretching when she heard her grandmother's voice, obviously on the phone.

"Well, he had to go on sooner or later, and… huh? Pan? No, she's right here. Then who could he go out with…"

The girl entered the kitchen and blinked as at the sudden subject change.

"Well, that's really nice to hear, Bulma. Bye now. Morning, Pan-chan!"

Pan raised an eyebrow.

"Who were you talking about?"

"No one! Ahem. No one. Say, do you mind picking up groceries?"

"Sure, no problem."

Picking up the list, Pan thought she saw Bra in the kitchen. She shrugged it off, however; the girl was too white.

Goten woke up a while later to the small of bacon, eggs, and fresh made coffee. Something his mom usually never made. He got dressed in his usual shirt and jeans and went downstairs.

"Kaa-san, what's wrong? Are you sick? Kaa… san. Oh, Bra-chan."

"KONICHIWA!"

Bra stood next to the set table with a charming smile.

"Hope you like it! Dig in!"

The Son boy looked around, but his mom was nowhere to be found.

"Where's…"

"She went to do the laundry. Come on, eat!"

Having heard rumors about Bra's cooking skills from Trunks, Goten resumed with caution. Then he started digging in Saiyan like, much to the girl's glee.

"I'm glad you like it!"

"*munch* yeah, but why *crunch* are you doing this? *gulp*"

"Well, think of today as your bachelor party as far as I'm concerned! Just you and me!"

Goten almost chocked.

"What?!"

"Yep! Eat up, and we'll go downtown for a day of fun!"

He looked at her skeptically.

"I really don't have a choice, do I?"

"NOPE!"

And so he tried to eat slowly. Tried.

Trunks gulped as he looked around. That was where he set with Paris. This is where the end'll hopefully begin.

'I wonder how Bra is doing…'

Pan, who was on her way back with the groceries, shook her head as she passed by him. He wasn't looking her way, though.

'I wonder who he's meeting… not that it's my business or something… huh? What the…'

Her anger rose.

'PARIS!'

The most hated woman in the world at that time walked casually down the street. The quarter Saiyan hid among the people and followed her.

"Hm… I wonder why he called me here. Had something urgent to say, I wonder… Maybe he's finally ready to tell me he loves me!"

Pan felt sick.

"Aw, he's probably jealous of me and Goten-Woten!  Yes! I knew saying yes was better than what I thought! But what am I going to tell me other boyfriends? Oh well. Tee hee. Hottie-Trunksie, I swear, you'll be mine!"

Feeling utterly sick, Pan took off to the air.

'Getting 'Hottie-Trunksie', eh? Over my rotting dead body!'

Trunks met Paris's grin with a small forced smile.

"Heya, Trunksie!"

"Paris. How're you?"

"Fine, thank you. You said you wanted to talk? Something important?"

"Yep. Look, why don't we go for a walk?"

'How romantic! A walk! Oooh, I'm on to you, Trunksie-poo!'

"Lead the way!"

The Son girl landed and ran into the house.

"I'm hope! Here you go! Bye now!"

"Hold it!"

Pan stopped and looked back at Chichi.

"Yes, Grandmother?"

"Here you go, since you helped. Some pocket money."

Pan accepted the zeni and bowed.

"Thanks. Bye bye."

And she blasted off, right in time to see Bra and Goten fly off to the city.

'No! no no no no no! What if uncle Goten sees Trunks and her… But why would Trunks meet with her at all?! Oh, Darn it! I have to stop them!'

And she sped up.

"Let's land there!"

Bra said, pointing at the park. Goten nodded.

"Ok. So this day's going to be fun, just you and me, right?"

"HAI!"

But not really, Bra thought, as her brother and Paris were headed to the very same location.

A/N: 140 reviews? Pretty please?