Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. Don't sue.
AN: Hello! I decided to drop the whole ITC story and write a completely different fic. Sorry to everyone who actually liked ITC. Hope you read and review this one. It's still a B/G.
Crush
Bra walked into the house and slid her backpack off her sholders. It landed on the floor with a soft thud. She yawned and walked into the kitchen, "Hey mom."
"Hey Sweetie." Bulma glanced back at her and smiled.
"Are we doing anything this weekend mom? Because Goten and I were planning on going up to the mountains for the weekend." She twirled a strand of her aqua blue hair as she thought of how romatic it would be for the two of them.
"Not that I know of yet. I'm sure you're father won't approve of you going up to the mountains with Goten, though." Bulma smirked to herself, knowing how Vegeta would respond.
"I know mom.." Bra walked over to her mom and placed her chin on her shoulder. "that's why we're not going to tell him, right?"
"Well, as long as you promise not to do anything you're not ready for with Goten, then we don't have to." Bulma kissed her on top of her head and went back to programming a bot on the table.
"Mom, why aren't you in your lab?" Bra raised an eyebrow and looked the bot over.
"Oh, Dad says he's working on some big surprise so I can't go in the lab for a couple of days." She sighed and pressed some more buttons on the interface of the bot.
"Grandpa should get a life. Anyway, I'll be in my room." Bra walked out of the kitchen.
"Heya Bra." Goku had just walked through the front door shirtless and glazed with sweat.
"Hmn..oh.. hey Goku." Bra glanced up at him and nearly fainted. 'What the hell? Since when has Goku been that hot.'
"Do you know where your mom is?" Goku smiled.
"Oh.. uh.. ahem.. she's in the kitchen." Bra blushed lightly and tried to keep her eyes focused on his.
"Thanks. You're dad sure has gotten better since last time. He came this close to knocking me out." Goku showed her what he meant with his fingers then proceeded to the kitchen.
Bra let out a sigh of relief and walked up to her room just in time to catch the phone ringing. She dove for the phone and placed it to her ear, "Hello."
"Hey Baby." Goten said into the phone in a deep husky voice.
"Hi Goten." Bra giggled and leaned against her bed.
"So did you talk to your mom?" Goten bit his lip nervously.
"She said it was fine." Bra smiled.
"That's great! I mean, yeah, that's cool." Goten hit himself on the forehead. "Well, I just wanted to make sure we were still on for this weekend. I'll see you this weekend."
Bra yawned and heard a click on the other line, hanging up her own phone not long after. She walked out into the hallway, hearing sounds from her brother's room. 'I wonder what he's doing in there. Better yet who he's doing. I bet it's that blonde bimbo I saw him with earlier.' Bra knocked on the door, "Trunks?"
Stumbling and muffled voices could be heard from the room. "Huh? What do you want Bra?" Trunks's head peeked out of the door, narrowing at her.
"I just was wanting to know who you've got in there." Bra smirked.
"I don't have anyone in here. No one. It's just me." Trunks looked uneasy and gulped.
"You won't mind me looking." Bra pushed him to the side and looked inside to see....PAN! "Pan?! What are you doing in here?"
"I can explain.." Pan blushed a deep red, pulling her shirt back on.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do." Bra sighed and pulled Pan out of the room , sticking her tounge out at her brother.