Bra is 18, Pan is 19, Goten is 25, and Trunks is 26
Getting Ready Part 1
By: Mhealeayah
Author's Notes: There are going to be a change in the story, since the single guys don't' really have much of a part in the plot, I'm removing them from the story. But I don't think you were paying much attention to them anyway.
"Bra, sweetheart, do you girls have your dresses already?" Bulma asked as she met her daughter in the hallway.
"Yes, Mom, we're all set," She replied.
"Do you think the boys and the rest of the men have their tuxedoes?" Bulma questioned.
Bra thought for a second, "Nope, I don't think so."
"Ok, I should send them all there today, thanks sweetie," Bulma said and went off in her own direction.
"Vegeta! Trunks! Goku! Gohan! Goten! Krillin! Ubuu! Come here! Now!" Bulma yelled while she sat down in the livingroom.
Trunks ran in, right from the shower, and just had a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair clinging onto his face. He met Pan in the hallway, slowed down; smiled and tried to act casual, as in ran his hand through his wet hair. Pan just laughed and rolled her eyes, right after they passed each other, he ran towards his mom.
"Mom," Trunks whined.
"Sorry sweetie," She held back her laughter.
Vegeta walked in, annoyed, but obviously obeyed. "Onna! What is it that you want that you're breaking our eardrums for?" (Woman)
Trunks knew it, the start of another argument. Goten walked in and sat next to Trunks on the couch and Ubuu followed.
"You know for a fact I yell louder than this at home! Why makes a comment now? Here?" Bulma stuck out her jaw.
"Does it matter that I make a comment now? Why should you care?" Vegeta grunted.
"Are they at it again?" Gohan asked as he and Krillin walked in.
"Yah," Trunks sighed.
Goku appeared all red faced with a huge smile on his face.
"I don't even want to hear about it dad," Gohan shook his head.
Krillin chuckled as he nudged Goku on the side.
"Dad," Goten complained.
"What?" He asked as he looked at Krillin and Goten with confusion.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You're late Kakkarot."
"Why should you care," Bulma said as she brushed past him to be in the center of all the guys.
Vegeta grunted and crossed his arms, while Bulma pretended she didn't notice.
"As you know we're only going to be here for two more days, not counting today. Tomorrow night we're going to have a formal dinner, so I want you guys to get your tuxedos today. Trunks knows where to go, and you just follow him. You don't need to pay for anything; I have credit at that store, so they'll just mail the bill to the main office at home. So..Go," She finished.
They jus stood there, some kinda processing the information in their heads, and the others waiting for them to go.
"Now!" She exclaimed.
And they all flew out through the balcony.
"You're brother is such a dork," Pan laughed as she walked into Bra's room.
"So, you still love him anyway," Bra rolled her eyes.
Marron giggled.
"I know," Pan grinned as she plopped down on the bed beside them. "What are we doing here anyway?"
"Bra says we're trying to find hairstyles to go with our dresses for tomorrow night," Marron answered, "Here. Look and see if you find something for yourself, but also look if they're some nice ones for us too."
She handed Pan a huge magazine full of hairstyles.
"Why don't we just get our hair done?" Pan asked.
"We are, but we're going to pick what we want, so we can go tomorrow and get it done and then leave, without having to fuss about what to get, since we already know what we're going to get," Bra replied.
"Yah, I guess you're right," Pan said.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," Bra called out.
"Hi sweetheart. We're gonna leave you girls here by yourself is that ok? The guys left to get their tuxedos and we have to get our dresses," Bulma said as opened the door.
"Mom, we're fine. We are three of the few strongest women on earth next to you moms, of course," Bra smiled.
"Yah, being married to the strongest men on earth, you have to be," Marron grinned.
The ladies just laughed, said bye and left.
"You two are really suck-ups to know that?" Pan rolled her eyes.
"Of course. It's the result of being daddy's girl," Bra smirked.
"All of us have long hair right?" Marron asked as she looked at them.
Bra's hair fell down a few to her waist, Pan's hair went below her butt and Marron's hair fell just below her shoulders.
Bra gave her a look that said, "It's kinda obvious."
"Just making sure," She replied to her look.
"Should we really go out with the up do's and everything? Is it really this formal like a prom?" Pan asked.
"You know my mom, always overdoing stuff, watch tomorrow they're all going to get their hair done," Bra answered.
"I know," Pan sighed.
"I found one for you Pan-chan!" Bra practically fell of the bed as she jumped in excitement.
"What?" Both Marron and Pan asked.
Bra regained her composure, "You're going to have to get your hair layered and cut though."
"How short?" Pan asked.
"Not even short, just shorted than mine but longer than Marron's. It's just gonna be layered into the last four inches of your hair, and we won't even fuss about your hair tomorrow. It's perfect so you won't complain, unless you want an up-do then that's fine," Bra replied.
"Well...um..." Pan couldn't find it easy to say what she wanted to say.
"What Pan is trying to say is that, she'll get her hair layered, but then she also wants to do look really good for Trunks, just not too much fussing" Marron added.
"Really? I thought you didn't want us to fuss over you at all. That's fine, we'll go today. I'm so happy," Bra sighed.
After an hour scanning through five fashion magazines, all of them found what they wanted. No one came home yet, but they wanted to leave to get Pan's hair done.
"I'll just leave a note, and I'll see if mom left us with a driver," Bra suggested.
"A driver? I don't' wanna a driver. We're just going to the hair salon," Pan whined.
"Oh ok, fine. I'll just get the convertible," Bra said looking through the capsules.
"Hey Bra? Where's the formal dining room that I heard your mom talking about? I didn't know there were more rooms here," Marron called from the hallway.
"Don't get lost!" Pan teased.
"It's on the other side of the building and I thought you know we have the whole floor as our penthouse, but we don't use all of it all the time. This trip we just used the main kitchen, livingroom, and the rooms. There's still other kitchens, living rooms and stuff like that," Bra answered.
"Really?" Marron shouted.
"Yah," Bra called back.
"Can we go see it first?" Marron asked as she found her way back to them.
"Sure, but let's go in through the balcony, because it's easier that way." Bra ran to the living room and flew out. "Come on!"
Pan and Marron followed and they landed on literally on the other side. There was no view of the ocean at all. But it did have a beautiful view of the penthouse entrance, and the gardens on one side, and the swimming pools on the other.
"How come you never told us about the garden we could've had a picnic?" Marron asked.
"Yah, and what about the swimming pools?" Pan asked.
"Because it's the middle of summer and so many people come here for vacations, just like we did. We can't go on a picnic when the guys could out of no where want to spar, or go swimming and they might want to have a race, people are gonna notice we're different. Us flying here is dangerous enough, but the parents don't seems to care, since they do that too," Bra answered.
"Ok, reasonable answer," Marron said.
Bra opened the door and Pan and Marron were in awe. The color and the furniture of the room made it seem so calm and elegant.
"Just wait tomorrow, my mom is gonna make this room so elegant you'd think we were royalty or something," Bra smirked.
"You are," Marron smiled.
"Is my uncle's clueless behavior rubbing off on you?" Pan teased.
"I guess it is," Bra laughed lightly.
"Let's go get our haircuts now," Marron said, as she was the first to head for the door.
More Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait. Fanfiction has been down for a while. I finished this chapter before I left, but I couldn't post it. So here it is. I hope you like this chapter.
~Mhealeayah
Getting Ready Part 1
By: Mhealeayah
Author's Notes: There are going to be a change in the story, since the single guys don't' really have much of a part in the plot, I'm removing them from the story. But I don't think you were paying much attention to them anyway.
"Bra, sweetheart, do you girls have your dresses already?" Bulma asked as she met her daughter in the hallway.
"Yes, Mom, we're all set," She replied.
"Do you think the boys and the rest of the men have their tuxedoes?" Bulma questioned.
Bra thought for a second, "Nope, I don't think so."
"Ok, I should send them all there today, thanks sweetie," Bulma said and went off in her own direction.
"Vegeta! Trunks! Goku! Gohan! Goten! Krillin! Ubuu! Come here! Now!" Bulma yelled while she sat down in the livingroom.
Trunks ran in, right from the shower, and just had a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair clinging onto his face. He met Pan in the hallway, slowed down; smiled and tried to act casual, as in ran his hand through his wet hair. Pan just laughed and rolled her eyes, right after they passed each other, he ran towards his mom.
"Mom," Trunks whined.
"Sorry sweetie," She held back her laughter.
Vegeta walked in, annoyed, but obviously obeyed. "Onna! What is it that you want that you're breaking our eardrums for?" (Woman)
Trunks knew it, the start of another argument. Goten walked in and sat next to Trunks on the couch and Ubuu followed.
"You know for a fact I yell louder than this at home! Why makes a comment now? Here?" Bulma stuck out her jaw.
"Does it matter that I make a comment now? Why should you care?" Vegeta grunted.
"Are they at it again?" Gohan asked as he and Krillin walked in.
"Yah," Trunks sighed.
Goku appeared all red faced with a huge smile on his face.
"I don't even want to hear about it dad," Gohan shook his head.
Krillin chuckled as he nudged Goku on the side.
"Dad," Goten complained.
"What?" He asked as he looked at Krillin and Goten with confusion.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You're late Kakkarot."
"Why should you care," Bulma said as she brushed past him to be in the center of all the guys.
Vegeta grunted and crossed his arms, while Bulma pretended she didn't notice.
"As you know we're only going to be here for two more days, not counting today. Tomorrow night we're going to have a formal dinner, so I want you guys to get your tuxedos today. Trunks knows where to go, and you just follow him. You don't need to pay for anything; I have credit at that store, so they'll just mail the bill to the main office at home. So..Go," She finished.
They jus stood there, some kinda processing the information in their heads, and the others waiting for them to go.
"Now!" She exclaimed.
And they all flew out through the balcony.
"You're brother is such a dork," Pan laughed as she walked into Bra's room.
"So, you still love him anyway," Bra rolled her eyes.
Marron giggled.
"I know," Pan grinned as she plopped down on the bed beside them. "What are we doing here anyway?"
"Bra says we're trying to find hairstyles to go with our dresses for tomorrow night," Marron answered, "Here. Look and see if you find something for yourself, but also look if they're some nice ones for us too."
She handed Pan a huge magazine full of hairstyles.
"Why don't we just get our hair done?" Pan asked.
"We are, but we're going to pick what we want, so we can go tomorrow and get it done and then leave, without having to fuss about what to get, since we already know what we're going to get," Bra replied.
"Yah, I guess you're right," Pan said.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in," Bra called out.
"Hi sweetheart. We're gonna leave you girls here by yourself is that ok? The guys left to get their tuxedos and we have to get our dresses," Bulma said as opened the door.
"Mom, we're fine. We are three of the few strongest women on earth next to you moms, of course," Bra smiled.
"Yah, being married to the strongest men on earth, you have to be," Marron grinned.
The ladies just laughed, said bye and left.
"You two are really suck-ups to know that?" Pan rolled her eyes.
"Of course. It's the result of being daddy's girl," Bra smirked.
"All of us have long hair right?" Marron asked as she looked at them.
Bra's hair fell down a few to her waist, Pan's hair went below her butt and Marron's hair fell just below her shoulders.
Bra gave her a look that said, "It's kinda obvious."
"Just making sure," She replied to her look.
"Should we really go out with the up do's and everything? Is it really this formal like a prom?" Pan asked.
"You know my mom, always overdoing stuff, watch tomorrow they're all going to get their hair done," Bra answered.
"I know," Pan sighed.
"I found one for you Pan-chan!" Bra practically fell of the bed as she jumped in excitement.
"What?" Both Marron and Pan asked.
Bra regained her composure, "You're going to have to get your hair layered and cut though."
"How short?" Pan asked.
"Not even short, just shorted than mine but longer than Marron's. It's just gonna be layered into the last four inches of your hair, and we won't even fuss about your hair tomorrow. It's perfect so you won't complain, unless you want an up-do then that's fine," Bra replied.
"Well...um..." Pan couldn't find it easy to say what she wanted to say.
"What Pan is trying to say is that, she'll get her hair layered, but then she also wants to do look really good for Trunks, just not too much fussing" Marron added.
"Really? I thought you didn't want us to fuss over you at all. That's fine, we'll go today. I'm so happy," Bra sighed.
After an hour scanning through five fashion magazines, all of them found what they wanted. No one came home yet, but they wanted to leave to get Pan's hair done.
"I'll just leave a note, and I'll see if mom left us with a driver," Bra suggested.
"A driver? I don't' wanna a driver. We're just going to the hair salon," Pan whined.
"Oh ok, fine. I'll just get the convertible," Bra said looking through the capsules.
"Hey Bra? Where's the formal dining room that I heard your mom talking about? I didn't know there were more rooms here," Marron called from the hallway.
"Don't get lost!" Pan teased.
"It's on the other side of the building and I thought you know we have the whole floor as our penthouse, but we don't use all of it all the time. This trip we just used the main kitchen, livingroom, and the rooms. There's still other kitchens, living rooms and stuff like that," Bra answered.
"Really?" Marron shouted.
"Yah," Bra called back.
"Can we go see it first?" Marron asked as she found her way back to them.
"Sure, but let's go in through the balcony, because it's easier that way." Bra ran to the living room and flew out. "Come on!"
Pan and Marron followed and they landed on literally on the other side. There was no view of the ocean at all. But it did have a beautiful view of the penthouse entrance, and the gardens on one side, and the swimming pools on the other.
"How come you never told us about the garden we could've had a picnic?" Marron asked.
"Yah, and what about the swimming pools?" Pan asked.
"Because it's the middle of summer and so many people come here for vacations, just like we did. We can't go on a picnic when the guys could out of no where want to spar, or go swimming and they might want to have a race, people are gonna notice we're different. Us flying here is dangerous enough, but the parents don't seems to care, since they do that too," Bra answered.
"Ok, reasonable answer," Marron said.
Bra opened the door and Pan and Marron were in awe. The color and the furniture of the room made it seem so calm and elegant.
"Just wait tomorrow, my mom is gonna make this room so elegant you'd think we were royalty or something," Bra smirked.
"You are," Marron smiled.
"Is my uncle's clueless behavior rubbing off on you?" Pan teased.
"I guess it is," Bra laughed lightly.
"Let's go get our haircuts now," Marron said, as she was the first to head for the door.
More Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait. Fanfiction has been down for a while. I finished this chapter before I left, but I couldn't post it. So here it is. I hope you like this chapter.
~Mhealeayah