I need it update this story more regularly, I think.  It's been a while, lol.  More than five months.  Gomen.  Lots of stuff going on.  Well let's avoid that stuff and get onto the author notes.

AN1: Mahoromatic is a great series.  Check it out.

AN2: In this fic, Goten and Bra are the same age (18, just graduated).  Trunks is older, about 21, and Pan is younger, probably about 15.  AU of course.

AN3: Other story plugs:  Check out Never Say Never by Witchyprincess, Just a Kiss by Sarah aka Vega.  They're good.

AN4: Kublai Khan, of course.

DISCLAIMER: "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow…" – Goo Goo Dolls, Iris

Sweet Dreams: Chapter 5 – Painting New Places

Bra woke up with a thud and an extreme thirst.  Her head was pounding, and she felt as if she hadn't had a drink of water in a week.  She slowly opened her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings.  The clock on her desk shone brightly:  5:34 AM.

Okay, I'm back in my room. She thought to herself before rubbing her forehead again.  She attempted to get up, but was captured with a tightening grip around her waist.  To her surprise, she didn't know who it was.  Attempting to feign a look over her shoulder only succeeded in thickening the thunderous pounding in her head.

Oh shit oh shit… who did I go home with last night?  I can't remember…

Bra heard a groan, and she moved her hand to her stomach.  The effects of alcohol were taking their toll.  Bra needed to get to the bathroom in the hall, and fast.  She pried her hands into the arm holding her, attempting to escape.  She moaned in agony.

"Bchan?" she heard a voice say, "Are you okay?"  Goten released his grip only to find his bestfriend running out her dormroom door.  He sat up, bewildered.

Then he heard the wretched sounds coming from the bathroom across the hall.  Goten got up and proceeded to the door of the ladies room, where he heard Bra tossing her cookies.  And without a second thought, he just walked in.

Wow… never been in a girl's bathroom before!  Coooool… Goten thought, grinning, before walking over to his ill-stricken friend.  He found her over a toilet in the third stall telling her life story to the porcelain god.  He knelt down beside her and placed a hand on her back, rubbing.

"Come on babe," Goten comforted, "Get all that shit out of your system.  You'll feel better."  He rubbed her back some more before gently grabbing the hair tie off of her wrist.  He pulled her turquoise locks back into a ponytail and fastened it the same way he'd seen her do it millions of times over.

After ten minutes, there was a break in the vomit.

"I must seem really ugly right now," Bra said, chuckling through her sickness.  Goten just smiled and rubbed her back as she still knelt, waiting for the second coming.  He let out a chuckle.

"Bchan," Goten said softly, "There is not a moment when I think you're ugly."  Bra thought she felt herself starting to blush.  She couldn't decipher whether it was from his comment or her sickness.

"I don't remember much," She tried explaining, "Only—" she was cut off by another surge of undigested beer.  Goten started his comforting rub again.

"Don't talk, Bchan," He said, "We'll talk later." 

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Bra slumped back down on her bed, feeling somewhat better but still aching.  She smelled of vomit and felt disgusting.  She found it odd that Goten was following her around still, even though she was in this state.  She decided to find out.

"Goten," Bra started, "Why are you still in my room?"  Goten grinned a little bit.

"You don't want me here?" He said, faking hurt in his voice.

"No no, it's not that," Bra said, turning over on her side to face her bestfriend, "It's just I smell like shit, look like it, and probably am not in the best mood with you right now."  Goten raised his eyebrows before responding.

"Well, sure you smell like shit, you never look like it, and I'm here because there are two other people in mine.  Notice who's not here?"  Bra's eyes became saucers and she grinned.

"We'll have to find out what happened there later!" Bra said before rubbing her forehead again.  Goten tossed her a bottle of Advil that was sitting on her desk.  She took three and turned back to him.

"I need to watch you, too," Goten said, "I mean, I've had to since last night."  Bra shook her head.

"I can take care of myself," She replied.  Goten smiled.

"Not when you attempt to drink half a keg, Bchan."  Bra blushed.  "Now… why are you not in the best of moods with me?"

"Um," She stuttered, "Uh… nevermind, Goten.  I just need some sleep."  Goten frowned.

"You gonna be okay?" He asked skeptically.  Bra nodded.  Goten smiled and sat up. "Okay, I'll be back in an hour to check on ya.  I'm gonna go get something to eat!"  Even in her hangover, Bra laughed at Goten running out the door.  She put her pounding head down and somehow managed to fall back asleep.

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Goten creaked open his door ever so slowly, trying to peak into the room.  He expected two naked people lying all over his bed.  But that wasn't the first thing he saw.

One creak:  A pair of checkered boxers and some jeans.  Oh Christ Goten though.

Two creaks:  a sock, three shoes, and a purse.  Not good.

Three creaks:  Britta lying on Fender's bed, clothed.  Well, better.

Last creak:  Fender draped across Britta's legs, with no pants.  Hooooly Shit!

Goten broke up into uncontrollable laughter before grabbing his sides.  Britta awoke at the sound of cackles and looked at Goten as if he were crazy. 

"Goten!" Britta asked, "What the hell are you laughing at?!"  Through his fits of laughter, Goten pointed to the white ass pointing towards the ceiling.  Britta shrieked as she kicked Fender across the room, making him land stomach up, which definitely not good.

"Christ man!" Britta yelled at the comatose Fender, "Cover yourself up!"  She threw the closest item she could grab, which happened to be the XBox controller, at the poor, pantless sap.  It hit him in the junk.

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Goten sat across from Fender in the cafeteria of the dorm.  Fender's face was a mix of pain and embarrassment while Goten's showed nothing but laughter.

"Why'd she have to throw the controller?!" Fender roared, making other students look at him.  Goten wiped a tear away.

"Because you decided that taking your pants off was the best thing to do, for some reason!" Goten laughed.

"Yeah, well!" Fender tried to think of an explanation.  "I was drunk!"  The rest of the cafeteria gave a thumbs up in agreement.  Fender smirked at Goten.

"That suffices, it seems!" Goten said, laughing.  Fender decided to play his cards instead.

"So what was with you and Bra last night, hmmmm?" Fender asked with a questioning look.  Goten blushed.  "Wow!  You two didn't…?"

"No no no!" Goten said in defense.  Fender laughed as Goten blushed more.  "I just took her back to her room, and she wanted me to lay with her till she fell asleep.  And well, I fell asleep too.  It happens."  Fender smiled.

"Only if two are in love it does."  Fender said, cocking an eyebrow.  Goten smiled evilly.

"Does that mean you and Britta are in love since you two slept with each other last night?" Goten asked, grinning from ear to ear.  Fender threw his hands up.

"Jesus Christ," Fender said, "Why am I always on the blunt side?!"  Goten just laughed.

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Bra opened her eyes and glanced at the clock.

11:34 A.M. Bra thought That sleep did me well.  She still had a small headache, but other than that, her queasiness was gone and she felt pretty damn good.

But she popped three Advil just to make sure.

"Ugh…" Bra said to herself, "I need to get a shower.  I feel so shitty…"  And with that, Bra grabbed some fresh clothes and a towel and headed to the bathrooms.  When she arrived, she saw her new friend.

"Hey Bra!" Britta called from the mirror, "How's the head?"  Bra smiled.

"It's perfectly fine," She replied, "Why?"  Britta stopped brushing her hair to stare at Bra.

"Because it should be pounding right now with the amount of alcohol you drank!" Britta said.  "Jesus, I wouldn't be able to get up after what you drank!"  Bra chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry," Bra replied with a smile, "I had my thundering headache at five this morning.  It's gone now, though."  Britta shook her head.

"I don't know how you do it," Britta said, "But tell me, what did you and Goten do last night, hmmm?"  Britta decided to give Bra the fifth degree, a la Fender.

"I don't remember, but I don't think we did anything.  I know Goten, and he wouldn't do anything without consulting me first," Bra said.  Britta smiled.

"You two looked so incredibly cute sleeping there," Britta said, "I hope to find someone who I can look that cute with.  You're lucky."  Bra just smiled and blushed as she turned the shower on and took off her clothes.

"I know I am," Bra said, "I just hope he knows, too.  I mean to find out who that girl was last night he was talking to."  Britta laughed.

"So that's why you decided to binge drink, Captain Jealousy," Britta laughed.  Bra chuckled.

"Yeah you caught me," Bra replied and stepped into the shower.  Britta started to leave, but Bra called out to her.

"Hey Britta?" Bra asked.

"Yeah?" Britta replied.

"I'm expecting a call from my mother today," Bra said, "She's getting Goten and me an apartment or something so we can live together." 

"WHAT?!" Britta yelled, "YOU AND GOTEN ARE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER?!"   Bra dropped her bottle of body wash in reaction to the scream, but quickly recovered.

"Jesus Britta," Bra said, catching her breath, "Don't scream like that!  Yes, Goten and I are going to live together.  But, I wanted to know if you wanted to move in, too?  Knowing my mother, it's going to be one huge place."

Britta was confused. "But don't we have to live in our dorms?"  But Bra knew she was going to ask that.

"Sure we do, but we only have to claim residency," Bra stated matter of factly, "I mean, who's going to check to see if we're really there?  We could just say we're really busy!"  Britta had to admit that Bra had a point.  She decided she was in.

"Okay Bra," Britta said, "I'm all for it.  But won't Fender be lonely without Goten?"  Bra laughed.

"You're worried about Fender, hmm?" Bra said accusingly. 

"NO!" Britta yelled, "I just… well… whatever!"  Britta stormed out of the bathroom, leaving a laughing Bra.

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End Chapter 5

I know, it's short, but many more chapters coming after this.  Okaaaay review now!