Chapter Twelve: Secrets, Secrets

A/N: Hey, guyz. I decided to write the chapters all together so that you guys wouldn't have to wait so long... and plus, I wanted to get to the good part of the story before long. I was getting impatient. ^_^ But in exchange, I want reviews!!! That's it, new rule - everybody leaves two reviews!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

P.S. I'm sorry about the past couple of chapters, and the upcoming ones - they've sucked, I know, and that's why I'm counting on missy K-chan to help me out. If I could pay her for this, I would. ^_^ You go, gurl!

Nazomi bopped her head to the beat of her Ja Rule CD, a large, almost idiotic grin on her face as she drove toward Capsule Corps.

She finally put a stop to her head-bopping as a dull headache appeared, making her slightly dizzy.

Finally arriving at her destination, she parked the car and pocketed the key. Walking up to the front door and still humming the song from the CD, Nazomi knocked on the door, her humming turning to a whistle.

A few moments later the door was answered by Mrs. Briefs, who had her usual, cheerful smile on her face.

"Hello, dear!" she cried, giving Naomzi a hug. "Bra really wants to talk to you. She's in her room."

"Thanks, Mrs. Briefs," grinned Naomzi, walking past her and heading up the stairs.

She walked down the hallway, whistling again, and knocked gently on the door of Bra's room.

For a moment, nothing happened; Naomzi prepared to knock again when the door flew open and Bra grabbed her by the shoulders, hauling her into the room.

Bra slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, panting as though she'd run a decathlon.

"Bra, what's-?!" began Nazomi before Bra slammed her hand over her mouth and held it there in an attempt to keep her quiet.

She suddenly ran her in the direction of the walk-in closet and shoved her in, running in behind her and slamming the door.

"BRA, WHAT - Bra, what's going on?" whispered Nazomi, staring at Bra worriedly.

"It's Trunks," whispered Bra, looking afraid.

"What? Why? What happened?" asked Nazomi,

"Well... he hasn't been in the best mood lately," began Bra, Nazomi nodding in understanding, "And anything seems to piss him off. Well... yesterday... he had a date last night... and she was a real bitch that I knew awhile back... so we got into an argument... and she left... and he got mad..."

Nazomi gave a soft giggle and opened the door, peering out of it cautiously.

"So... I'm guessing that he's after you?" she whispered, stepping out and walking over to the door.

"You got it," muttered Bra, leaning on the doorframe of the closet.

"Well, like I said last time, I left my CD player in his room... maybe if I meet him in there I can calm him down."

Bra "hmphed", a small smile on her face.

"You can try," she said mockingly, "but he was really pissed last night. I can't even leave this room without him trying to hunt me down."

"Whatever. I still need my CD player, so I gotta go over there anyway."

"Be careful, then," warned Bra as she walked back into the closet.

Laughing beneath her breath, Nazomi walked swiftly to Trunks' room and knocked on the door.

A few moments later, she knocked again, but still to no answer.

"Trunks?" she called, frowning. "You in there?"

After another moment of silence, she shrugged and turned the door knob, opening it. She poked her head in, looking around.

She spotted the door that led into the bathroom, which was slightly ajar.

"Hey, dude, if you're not decent..." she trailed off for a moment, frowning.

'What the hell am I saying?' she thought, walking silently into the room. 'Even if he wasn't decent...'

She walked over to the large, cluttered desk, ferreting around for the lost CD player.

She searched below a large tower of files, then a stack of papers that were in a complete state of disarray.

She sighed as she spotted the headphones beneath a large binder, upon which was the Capsule Corps. logo.

Carefully lifting the binder (as not to knock down the clashing mass of papers), she slowly removed the CD player, and sighed with relief as she set down the binder.

She turned on her heel and was walking out of the room when she spotted it; lying on the bedspread was a - well, something.

Her brows furrowed in curiosity, she turned to look at the bathroom door, making sure that Trunks wasn't coming out of it.

After a moment of hesitance, she resumed her approach to the bed and sat down, peering at the long, white "something", wondering at it.

It was long and white, and was mostly a cylinder shape, except for one end, which came to a round, almost coned shape.

On the side of it was a large, red button, accompanied by a smaller, blue button beneath it.

Her inquisitiveness once again getting the best of her, she reached over to the strange item and picked it up, staring at the button.

'To press it, or not to press it? That is the question....'

She took a deep breath, then decided to go for it. Her index finger made it's way to the button and she hesitated for a moment before jabbing the button, a moment of fear flashing through her.

The "something" suddenly began vibrating frantically, causing Nazomi to gasp in surprise - and then horror.

Dropping the item on the floor, she ran out of the room (yet again forgetting the CD player) and made a mad dash for Bra's room, a strangled cry emitting from her throat.

"Bra!" she cried, banging her fists on the locked door. "Lemme in, lemme in, lemme in...."

Bra finally opened the door, her eyes wide.

"What, did he come after you?"

"No, no, no, I have to talk to you, move, go-" cried Nazomi, shoving Bra through the large bedroom and back into the closet.

Bra turned to look at Nazomi, looking horrified.

"Nazomi, calm down-"

"NOOOO, no, no, no, no, he's not right, he isn't right, he's weird, he is-"

Bra grabbed Nazomi by the shoulders and slapped her across the face as hard as she could, trying to calm her down.

"Nazomi! Shut up! Think!" she cried, shaking her roughly.

Nazomi stopped shouting for a moment, then calmed down. "Sorry," she whispered, settling down. "I was just freaking out there for a second."

"Why?" asked Bra, deciding that it was safe to let go of Nazomi's shoulders.

"Well... remember when we used to make those jokes about Trunks being gay?" asked Nazomi, frowning.

"Uh-huh."

"Well..." Naozmi squirmed uncomfortably, then heaved a heavy sigh. "I think he actually is."

Bra's shoulders slumped, a look of annoyed disbelief on her face.

"I just told you that he got angry when I got rid of his date last night-"

"I know, I know, but... I found something in his room... I think it was a... um..."

"Spit it out already."

"I think it was a dildo."

Nazomi gasped and reeled backward, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, as though she were worried that Bra would go berserk.

Bra looked thoughtful for a moment. She knew that Nazomi wouldn't lie, but...

"That's crazy," she said, smiling. "It must've been something else."

Nazomi stared at her, her face blank of all expression.

'Maybe you're right," she said finally. "But if I'm right, I'm kicking your ass."

Bra laughed. "And if I'm right, you have to do me one favor, whatever I want it to be."

"Alright," said Nazomi, and they shook hands, smiling.

"But what do we do if it was...?" asked Nazomi, biting her lip with one of her fangs.

"But what if what is what?"

Bra looked up, and Naozmi turned around; there was Trunks, his hands on the doorframe of the closet, blocking their only escape route.

"Hmph. You should know," she muttered to herself, and got up, walking around her to sit in a corner of the room-sized closet.

Trunks stared at her a moment, a frown on his face.

Deciding not to think about it, he turned to Bra, his frown turning into a horrid sneer.

"I still have to deal with you," he snarled, taking a step toward her. "What were you doing in my room?"

Bra's eyes widened in confusion, then she relaxed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"I wasn't in your room," she sneered back at him, putting her hands on her hips. "Nazomi was looking for her CD player. Get your facts straight before coming and blaming me for stuff."

He "hmphed" and turned to look at Nazomi, who was looking at him with a critical edge in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" she asked, looking surprised.

"Are. You. Oh. Kay?" repeated Trunks, enunciating each syllable loudly and clearly, looking worried.

She stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing,

Clutching her stomach in pain, she continued laughing, and fell onto her side.

"What're you laughing at?"

Nazomi finally calmed down, though she still had a giddy smile on her face.

"I'm gonna get to kick Bra's ass."

Yes, I know, very weird chapter, very stupid chapter, but hey, I'm a weird and stupid person. So that's what ur gonna get.

Well... I'm gonna try to do better next time... but I guess it's so bad right now because my brain's still on Christmas vacation. And the part that isn't on vacation is being used for school.

Well, the story will continue anyway, and I hope that people will keep reading and reviewing.

~Valerie G.2-chan