Versus
--That's Not the Last of It or the Worst Part--
The two had parted and gone their separate ways for the time being. She was continually befuddled, yet she was constantly in his presence. Why had she agreed to let a man join in on girls' night out? She would never hear the end of it. Not from Pan and definitely not from Marron.
Thank goodness her mother wasn't around when Bra walked into the house. She was still in the lab and her dad was out training somewhere. She had free reign of the house. Now all she had to do was figure out what to wear. Oh no! She was turning out to be her own worst enemy! What more could go wrong today?
She decided to put on a long black skirt and a white blouse that barely touched her waistband. Ah, she was comfortable. She put her hair up in sticks and put on a big pair of black work boots. She liked making outfits that made people give her funny looks. That way, she'd have an excuse to start a riot or go home early. She put on a silver bracelet. She rarely wore jewelry, but she thought that one thin bracelet wouldn't hurt. She put her house key in the pocket of her skirt and left.
Curfew on weeknights was 10:30. It was 7:30 when she landed in front of Trunks and Goten's door. Knock knock.
Goten opened the door. "Oh, hey. Come on in."
Yeah, he was hot. All he had on was a white muscle shirt, loose fitting blue jeans and a pair of black and white sneakers. Bra just wanted to stand at the door and drool, but that would have been out of line.
"Doorways," was all Goten said.
She'd lingered there too long. He took Bra's hand and pulled her inside.
"Alright. We've got a slight problem," Goten began.
He was soon interrupted by Trunks entering the room dressed like he was going somewhere. Things just went from bad to worse.
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"Well, this is a nice little reunion. I thought it was gonna be just the girls," Marron said, driving the group around in her new red convertible capsule car.
Grrrrr. She hated this girl so much. She complained about everything. BRA should be the one complaining. While Marron and Pan sat in the front seat, SHE was stuck between her idiot brother and the man she loved. Small car. Much too small. And on top of that, Marron couldn't drive worth a can of hash, so at every turn Bra was either crushed against Goten with Trunks on top of her or crushed against Trunks with Goten on top of her. Talk about your sardine situation.
"It's no big deal, Mar," Pan said. "The more the merrier, right guys?"
"Right," the wonder twins chimed from the back seat. Ah, how the uninvited respond.
"Where are we going anyway? It's 8:00 and I have to be home by 10:30," Bra said.
"Relax. We've got everything covered," Marron blew her off.
Why that flamboyant little floozy—
"You know, Uncle Goten, I noticed something when we were in class the other day," Pan said out of the blue. "Every girl in that class is crazy on you."
"What are you talking about, Pan?" Goten asked.
This was new information to Bra. She never noticed it because she always paid attention to him. Could every single girl in her class have a crush on Goten? It wasn't hard to believe. He was definitely hot. Her own feelings for him had blinded her to the fact that everybody else in the class wanted him too. Things were swiftly taking a turn for the worst.
"I'm talking about the fact that those girls stare at you like you're a piece of meat," Pan told him.
Bra blushed.
"The only few people who don't are the guys, Bra, and me" Pan continued.
Ah, how convenient. Bra sat directly in front of Pan, so she couldn't tell if she stared at him all day or not. Perfect.
"And I think the new school counselor who came in yesterday after class has a thing for you too," Pan said. "She looks about your age. You two should hook up."
Bra's eye twitched. The redhead? She was their new school counselor? Her life had just gotten a WHOLE lot worse.
Goten gave Pan a strange look. "You're weirding me out, Pan. Why are you all of a sudden so obsessed with my love life?"
"Cause you're single, and you must be pretty lonely if you wanna hang out with a couple of high school girls," Pan answered.
"Well, what about Trunks?" Goten kind of whined. "He's in the same shoes I'm in."
"Leave me outta this," Trunks said.
Marron laughed. "Looks like you're on your own, Goten. Not even your best friend wants in on this."
Oh, shut up, you no-wit ninny.
Marron pulled into the parking lot at the mall.
"This isn't about Trunks. This is about my uncle," Pan said.
"But he—" Goten began.
"Aaaaaaaaaa. Whatever," Pan cut him off. They all got out of the car and began the long walk to the mall entrance.
"Now, Bra. You're the reason we're all gathered here today. What's been your deal lately?" Pan asked.
What was she? The investigative reporter? Bra straightened her shirt. "Nothing."
"Don't give me that. I've known you long enough to know when something's wrong. And something's wrong. So out with it," Pan said.
Bra was about to defend against Pan's allegations when her knight in shining armor stepped in. Literally.
Goten had walked over to Bra and put his arm around her. "Hey, leave her alone. Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it."
Bra felt weak in the knees. Why had her hero come to her rescue? Was it because he knew that HE was the author of her sorrow? She couldn't be sure. This guy could sometimes be a real airhead.
He looked at her and gave her that famous smile. Wow, he was really looking good today. Bra blushed.
"She never wants to talk about it," Pan said.
Marron folded her arms across her chest. "What a waste of time. You knew she wasn't gonna talk anyway. Let's just do some shopping."
Goten's stomach let out a loud rumble. "Oh, boy. Hey, can we grab a bite to eat first?"
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I knew he wouldn't go very long without food."
Bra just smiled. Nope, he hadn't changed a bit. And she was worried that if he became a teacher, he'd end up being all serious and stuff. She should have known better.
"I'm kinda hungry too," Trunks added.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Marron started.
What are the chances?
"Why don't YOU guys chill in the food court while WE do a little pre- shopping shopping," Marron appended.
Pre-shopping shopping. What a bore.
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--soon--
Needless to say, the guys went to the food court and it was time for the ladies to look around for various clothes and shoes. Bra would rather look for games and music. She lagged behind as Pan and Marron walked arm- in-arm around one of the many shoe stores.
Hm. Interesting....
"Come here, Bra," Pan beckoned. "Take a look at these." She pointed at a cute pair of tie-dye high heeled sandals.
"They're adorable. But I only have, like, one outfit to wear them with," Marron said.
"It would be worth it," Pan assured her with a smile.
Pan wasn't usually this interested in clothes. She grew up fighting like Bra did. As a matter of fact, Pan still trained like Bra did. Suddenly Bra started feeling very uncomfortable and she couldn't explain why.
"Okay, Bra. The guys are gone now," Pan said. "If you wanna tell us what's been going on, it's okay. We're here for you."
Marron, Bra noticed, was silent.
"I told you, it's nothing. No—thing," Bra told her plainly.
"Fine, Bra. Keep it all locked up inside. YOU'RE the one who's gonna have to deal with it. And when you have to deal with it alone, don't come crawling to us—" Marron was saying.
Bra's eyes flashed green for an instant and obviously Pan had seen and felt the change. "Alright girls. Okay," Pan interceded, standing between the two. "It's okay that you don't want to tell us, Bra. But that's not the only reason we wanted to bring you out with us today."
Bra got a sinking feeling. Why had she gotten this feeling of utter dread all of a sudden?
"We wanted to tell you something," Pan continued. She took Marron's hand.
Oh no....
"Marron and I are dating," Pan whispered to Bra.
....
--End That's Not the Last of It or the Worst Part--
--Now, I'm sure some of you may have some comments about what Bra just discovered. I wanna hear from you. Who saw it coming from the moment Marron's name was mentioned? Who saw it as a total shocker? Let me know what you think. Send out the flames, if need be.
--Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I especially appreciate the advice on how to properly execute a written fight scene. You don't know how much it means to me. I'll try to go by it if I plan to do an action/adventure fic.
--That's Not the Last of It or the Worst Part--
The two had parted and gone their separate ways for the time being. She was continually befuddled, yet she was constantly in his presence. Why had she agreed to let a man join in on girls' night out? She would never hear the end of it. Not from Pan and definitely not from Marron.
Thank goodness her mother wasn't around when Bra walked into the house. She was still in the lab and her dad was out training somewhere. She had free reign of the house. Now all she had to do was figure out what to wear. Oh no! She was turning out to be her own worst enemy! What more could go wrong today?
She decided to put on a long black skirt and a white blouse that barely touched her waistband. Ah, she was comfortable. She put her hair up in sticks and put on a big pair of black work boots. She liked making outfits that made people give her funny looks. That way, she'd have an excuse to start a riot or go home early. She put on a silver bracelet. She rarely wore jewelry, but she thought that one thin bracelet wouldn't hurt. She put her house key in the pocket of her skirt and left.
Curfew on weeknights was 10:30. It was 7:30 when she landed in front of Trunks and Goten's door. Knock knock.
Goten opened the door. "Oh, hey. Come on in."
Yeah, he was hot. All he had on was a white muscle shirt, loose fitting blue jeans and a pair of black and white sneakers. Bra just wanted to stand at the door and drool, but that would have been out of line.
"Doorways," was all Goten said.
She'd lingered there too long. He took Bra's hand and pulled her inside.
"Alright. We've got a slight problem," Goten began.
He was soon interrupted by Trunks entering the room dressed like he was going somewhere. Things just went from bad to worse.
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"Well, this is a nice little reunion. I thought it was gonna be just the girls," Marron said, driving the group around in her new red convertible capsule car.
Grrrrr. She hated this girl so much. She complained about everything. BRA should be the one complaining. While Marron and Pan sat in the front seat, SHE was stuck between her idiot brother and the man she loved. Small car. Much too small. And on top of that, Marron couldn't drive worth a can of hash, so at every turn Bra was either crushed against Goten with Trunks on top of her or crushed against Trunks with Goten on top of her. Talk about your sardine situation.
"It's no big deal, Mar," Pan said. "The more the merrier, right guys?"
"Right," the wonder twins chimed from the back seat. Ah, how the uninvited respond.
"Where are we going anyway? It's 8:00 and I have to be home by 10:30," Bra said.
"Relax. We've got everything covered," Marron blew her off.
Why that flamboyant little floozy—
"You know, Uncle Goten, I noticed something when we were in class the other day," Pan said out of the blue. "Every girl in that class is crazy on you."
"What are you talking about, Pan?" Goten asked.
This was new information to Bra. She never noticed it because she always paid attention to him. Could every single girl in her class have a crush on Goten? It wasn't hard to believe. He was definitely hot. Her own feelings for him had blinded her to the fact that everybody else in the class wanted him too. Things were swiftly taking a turn for the worst.
"I'm talking about the fact that those girls stare at you like you're a piece of meat," Pan told him.
Bra blushed.
"The only few people who don't are the guys, Bra, and me" Pan continued.
Ah, how convenient. Bra sat directly in front of Pan, so she couldn't tell if she stared at him all day or not. Perfect.
"And I think the new school counselor who came in yesterday after class has a thing for you too," Pan said. "She looks about your age. You two should hook up."
Bra's eye twitched. The redhead? She was their new school counselor? Her life had just gotten a WHOLE lot worse.
Goten gave Pan a strange look. "You're weirding me out, Pan. Why are you all of a sudden so obsessed with my love life?"
"Cause you're single, and you must be pretty lonely if you wanna hang out with a couple of high school girls," Pan answered.
"Well, what about Trunks?" Goten kind of whined. "He's in the same shoes I'm in."
"Leave me outta this," Trunks said.
Marron laughed. "Looks like you're on your own, Goten. Not even your best friend wants in on this."
Oh, shut up, you no-wit ninny.
Marron pulled into the parking lot at the mall.
"This isn't about Trunks. This is about my uncle," Pan said.
"But he—" Goten began.
"Aaaaaaaaaa. Whatever," Pan cut him off. They all got out of the car and began the long walk to the mall entrance.
"Now, Bra. You're the reason we're all gathered here today. What's been your deal lately?" Pan asked.
What was she? The investigative reporter? Bra straightened her shirt. "Nothing."
"Don't give me that. I've known you long enough to know when something's wrong. And something's wrong. So out with it," Pan said.
Bra was about to defend against Pan's allegations when her knight in shining armor stepped in. Literally.
Goten had walked over to Bra and put his arm around her. "Hey, leave her alone. Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it."
Bra felt weak in the knees. Why had her hero come to her rescue? Was it because he knew that HE was the author of her sorrow? She couldn't be sure. This guy could sometimes be a real airhead.
He looked at her and gave her that famous smile. Wow, he was really looking good today. Bra blushed.
"She never wants to talk about it," Pan said.
Marron folded her arms across her chest. "What a waste of time. You knew she wasn't gonna talk anyway. Let's just do some shopping."
Goten's stomach let out a loud rumble. "Oh, boy. Hey, can we grab a bite to eat first?"
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I knew he wouldn't go very long without food."
Bra just smiled. Nope, he hadn't changed a bit. And she was worried that if he became a teacher, he'd end up being all serious and stuff. She should have known better.
"I'm kinda hungry too," Trunks added.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Marron started.
What are the chances?
"Why don't YOU guys chill in the food court while WE do a little pre- shopping shopping," Marron appended.
Pre-shopping shopping. What a bore.
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--soon--
Needless to say, the guys went to the food court and it was time for the ladies to look around for various clothes and shoes. Bra would rather look for games and music. She lagged behind as Pan and Marron walked arm- in-arm around one of the many shoe stores.
Hm. Interesting....
"Come here, Bra," Pan beckoned. "Take a look at these." She pointed at a cute pair of tie-dye high heeled sandals.
"They're adorable. But I only have, like, one outfit to wear them with," Marron said.
"It would be worth it," Pan assured her with a smile.
Pan wasn't usually this interested in clothes. She grew up fighting like Bra did. As a matter of fact, Pan still trained like Bra did. Suddenly Bra started feeling very uncomfortable and she couldn't explain why.
"Okay, Bra. The guys are gone now," Pan said. "If you wanna tell us what's been going on, it's okay. We're here for you."
Marron, Bra noticed, was silent.
"I told you, it's nothing. No—thing," Bra told her plainly.
"Fine, Bra. Keep it all locked up inside. YOU'RE the one who's gonna have to deal with it. And when you have to deal with it alone, don't come crawling to us—" Marron was saying.
Bra's eyes flashed green for an instant and obviously Pan had seen and felt the change. "Alright girls. Okay," Pan interceded, standing between the two. "It's okay that you don't want to tell us, Bra. But that's not the only reason we wanted to bring you out with us today."
Bra got a sinking feeling. Why had she gotten this feeling of utter dread all of a sudden?
"We wanted to tell you something," Pan continued. She took Marron's hand.
Oh no....
"Marron and I are dating," Pan whispered to Bra.
....
--End That's Not the Last of It or the Worst Part--
--Now, I'm sure some of you may have some comments about what Bra just discovered. I wanna hear from you. Who saw it coming from the moment Marron's name was mentioned? Who saw it as a total shocker? Let me know what you think. Send out the flames, if need be.
--Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I especially appreciate the advice on how to properly execute a written fight scene. You don't know how much it means to me. I'll try to go by it if I plan to do an action/adventure fic.