I don't own DBZ/DBGT.
For most of the reviewers:
I LOVE YOU! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^
Pia Bartolini: noted o.o taken to heart. Mucha gracias.
Parron: Bra/Yamcha? …………….. *still thinking about it* age difference aside, I can sort of see it. Like mother, like daughter… but I still prefer Bra/Goten or Bra/Ubuu. Gotta find my fic to that last one o.o;;
On with the fic!
What's Betrayal Among Friends?
Chapter 21 – Secrets Revealed
Two couples were now in the park, among many other people. Four young people. That's the possible reason for the next world war. And at least at the moment, one girl has the ability to stop it.
"Marron, let me through, I have to stop them!"
Marron still stood there, calm and collected in contrast to Pan, who was getting more than lightly hysteric.
"Come on, Pan, you can fly. So if you're still here, it's not over me."
The Son girl blinked in annoyed confusion. The older girl had a point. So, if she knew she could just fly over the blonde… why hasn't she yet?
"You'll fly after me. Or Ubuu would. Just let me stop this, Marron!"
"Stop what?"
The innocence in her voice almost made Pan turn Super Saiyan.
"LOOK!"
Pan pointed at the scene behind her friend and the older girl turned to watch calmly.
Trunks and Paris were still sitting there, chatting about whatnot. Only those who knew Trunks well could detect the slightest twitch of his brow, indicating he was not having a good time, in contrast to Paris, who was beaming so brightly one needed sunglasses to look at her.
Bra and Goten were busy feeding the swans, a bit too close to the other couple for comfort. The siblings kept sending glances at each other, which informed Marron of the fact that something was up. Pan was far too busy glaring at Paris. Both were even more intent on their stands.
"Pan-chan… I can't stop you. Go ahead if you want. But tell me one thing."
Blue eyes stared into distressed black ones calmly.
"What exactly do you plan on doing?"
To this, Pan had to blink, as she had no answer.
"Waaaaaaaai, today sure is fun, Bra-chan! And those swans are so cute and pretty!"
Goten said happily and reached to pet a swan, but the bird tried to bite him.
"I know! They're the prettiest thins ever! I love them!"
Bra shrieked as she threw a biscuit to one of the majestic birds.
"It's almost noon. Shouldn't we start to head back?"
The girl seemed to think about her companion's proposal, then, giggling, shook her head, her hair waving all around her. Goten found himself staring and looked away with a blush.
"Not yet! There're still some stuff I wanna show you!"
"Well, if they're with you, Bra-chan, I'm sure I'll love 'em!"
The bluette bit her lip, guilt slightly biting her heart.
'Don't count on it.'
Smiling, Goten looked around the park, and faltered lightly. Bra's heart began pounding.
"What, what is it?"
Looking back, he had the trademark Son grin on.
"Nothing, just thought I saw someone. The shade here must be playing tricks on me."
The girl put on her best fake smile, hoping that her brow wasn't twitching. It was something from her father's side.
"I know, it's like Alice in Wonderland. I keep feeling like the White Knight's gonna come by any minute and fall from his horse."
They both laughed, though it was dripping with nervousness and slight anxiety.
"Now come on!"
And thus Bra dragged Goten away so he won't see anything before it was time for him to see it.
"WOW! I've never had so much fun with you before, Trunks-kun! You really are funny!"
Paris giggled in such a girly way it made Trunks's blood boil.
"Yes, it is nice here."
Looking over the girl's shoulder, Trunks thought he saw Goten for the briefest of moments, before the person was dragged away. His heart began pounding and he took a deep breath to calm himself.
'They're here. Guess it's about show time.'
"Listen, Paris, I…"
"Hm?"
Deep breaths, can't lose his cool.
"I think I've fallen in love with you."
Blink. Blink blink. Goofy, ultra girly grin. Someone slap that girl.
"My, Trunks-chan… I… I don't know what to say! But… what about Goten?"
The look in her eyes was that of distress, but not over the fact she was cheating on her fiancé, heaven forbids that!
"Since when do you care about him?"
A seemingly innocent giggle was his response.
"Good point."
"Bra-chan! Where are you?"
The Son boy walked through the park, looking behind bushes and trees, looking for his suddenly missing friend.
"Bra-chan?"
Still no answer.
'I knew I shouldn't have agreed to play hide and seek. I'm good at hiding, not seeking…. Girl sure can hide her Ki.'
It was frustrating. The park was huge! One little bluette proved harder to find than what one might think.
"I can't believe she ditched me! Wait, we're not on a date, she can't ditch me! …He."
"I'm still waiting for an answer, Pan-chan."
She thought about it… and thought about it… and thought about it. But the Son girl had none to give, for she had none to give to even herself.
"I… I donno, I'll think of something along the way! Marron, you care about them at least as much as I do. How can you put Goten through this!"
If the blonde was fazed, she didn't let any of it show.
"Like I said. I trust Trunks."
Marron stared at Pan somewhat blankly. Ubuu was fidgeting rather nervously behind them. The girl in the middle could take no more and so, she took to the air, ready to dive in and drag her uncle away from all of it; he was too close to Trunks and Paris!"
"Hold it, girl!"
Ubuu caught her, as Pan actually predicted.
"Pan, you go in there, something terrible'll happen."
"No, something terrible'll happen if I don't go in there! Ubuu, please!"
"Sorry, Pan, but this is for the best."
He grabbed hold of the girl's hands and brought her down to the surface. She could've resisted… she could've yelled out to her uncle… tears stained her cheeks as she thought of what she was about to do… or not to.
Two faces close by, eyes locked. The girl was excited. The boy shook slightly. They got closer slowly, eyes beginning to close.
He felt her breath against his, breath mint mixed with her lipstick and bubble gum. He swallowed the lump in his throat, praying to the little green Namek up there, asking for forgiveness for whatever sins he may have committed, as long as the contact he was about to make will never come to pass.
It was relief mixed with dread and anxiety when he to stare over Paris's shoulder, and for the same reason he had, the girl stood up quickly and gasped, seeming frightened. Trunks turned around slowly, trying to decide what he was feeling. Whatever shade of a smirk he thought of forming was completely erased at the look on his best friend's face.
"How. Could. You."
And there went 30 years worth of friendship.
A/N: um… 165 reviews. Please?
