Heyas all! Chapter 17 already...-sniffs the air- I smell the end coming up.
Maybe a chapter or two at the most? I have a great idea for the end. But
until that time comes...I'm preparing for a romantic dinner with Sean B!
It's a late birthday present. Pan has filled me in with all the info...
~Meanwhile~
Goten: Yes! I can't believe Bra came home early just for dinner with me!
Trunks: -mumbles- Neither can I...
Goten: What?
Trunks: Never mind. Just tell the nice people to read on.
Goten:...read on then?
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The sun was up at Capsule Corp. Birds were singing...everything was quiet and peaceful. But the silence was broken by the sound of a horn coming from within. "Time to get up!" Bra exclaimed, stuffing the airhorn back into the pocket of her baggy pj pants. "Darn it Dad, I thought I buried that thing," CJ mumbled, pulling the sheets up over her head. "Incase you hadn't noticed, I'm not your father, rather your friend, and if you don't get up, you'll miss breakfast!" she shouted, blasting the airhorn once again. CJ slowly crawled out of bed, stretched, and realized her surroundings. "Wait, how did I get here? The last thing I remember is...oh no." Bra grinned. "That's right! He walked inside with you in his arms, sleeping like a baby. Then he brought you up here, tucked you in, and...oh, it was so cute! He gave you a goodnight kiss!" By this time, CJ was quite red in the face. It was not an easy thing for her to hide embarrassment.
"Well, we'd better hurry!" Bra shouted, grabbing CJ by the arm and racing down the hall and down the stairs. "In a house with...how many now, five Saiyans? Yeah, with five Saiyans, you'd better hurry and get some food while you can!" The pair skidded to a halt as they came around a corner and into the dinning room. Inside was a small circular table piled high with pancakes, toast, eggs, you name it. But unfortunately for CJ, she saw that the rest of the 'gang' was already seated. This meant that she would have to fake a human appetite in front of the others. Damn.
Taking a seat across from Trunks, she tried not to look him in the eyes. She was very embarrassed about having fallen asleep in his arms. She looked up, only to see everyone (minus Bulma, that is) stuffing their faces. This made her very hungry indeed, but she managed to eat just a few pancakes and a slice of toast, a major difficulty indeed. By the time everyone had finished eating, and all of the plates were completely empty, Trunks finally lifted his head and looked over at CJ. "Uh, CJ?" He asked, causing her to look up at him. She was sure she had turned a few shades, but she tried to ignore it. "How would you like to come into the city with me later on?" She was about to reply, when Bra put a hand over her mouth, causing it come out as "Mmpffh." "She says she'd love to go, but only if her dear friend Bra can accompany her!" Bra called out quickly. Trunks sighed and shook his head.
"Bra, there is NO way I'm taking you along," he stated. "Well Trunks," the forgotten Goten pondered, "maybe she should go. And I could always tag along..." he said, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. "Of course," Bra added smoothly, "if you two need to be alone..." She had but emphasis on 'alone,' causing Trunks to change colors. "Uh, well no, I mean, I...uh...would it be alright with you CJ?" CJ laughed softly. "Of course. The more the merrier!" "Alrighty then!" Bra exclaimed, grabbing her by the arm. "Time for you and I to go get ready!" And with that, she dragged CJ up the stairs and into her room, where the door slammed shut. Goten grinned smugly. Trunks glared at him.
When the door to Bra's room had been securely locked, boarded up, and furniture had been randomly piled in front of the door, she raced over to her closet. As she threw many articles of clothing into a pile, CJ took a seat on the end of Bra's bed. The room had a light scent of sandal wood, most likely a result of the incense burning on a small table. "So Bra...what exactly are we doing in here?" she questioned. Bra responded by throwing a red and white striped shirt at her. "Wha..?" CJ began, but she was cut off by a rather large pair of black jeans hitting her in the face. She lifted them up to see that they were quite baggy, covered in zippers and such. "Am I supposed to wear this?" she asked. Bra looked at her in a confused way. "Well, yes...unless you'd like to wear THIS," she said, pointing at a red Geisha dress that she was holding. "Umm...this'll be alright...I just never really wear anything so...elaborate," she mumbled. "Trust me, it'll be just fine," Bra said, grinning.
The girls knowingly turned to face opposite directions so they could change. With some minor difficulty, CJ managed to figure out how to go about putting on the pants (which I find amusing, because...they're pants). As pulling on her shirt, Bra turned slightly to see if she had finished. CJ had her back to Bra, but she was still pulling down her shirt. Bra turned back around, but glanced back, for she had seen something. Her shirt was completely on now, but Bra could have sworn that she had seen a long scar running down CJ's back. Oh well, she thought, I'll ask her about it later.
-Intermission-
-A blindfolded Kanojo, led by Pan enters the restaurant and takes a seat at a table-
Kanojo: This is all very exciting, but why the blindfold? Is there a surprise?
Pan: -hiding menacing laughter- Oh yes, a BIG one. -exits-
~MEANWHILE~
-Trunks quickly pokes Goten in the eyes and pushes him into a chair at the restaurant-
Goten: OUCH! What was THAT for?!
-Trunks dashes off, pushing a button that bars all the windows and locks all the doors-
Kanojo: Sean, is that you?
-Kanojo takes off her blindfold just as Goten's eyes come back into focus-
Goten: What are YOU doing here?
Kanojo: -hands form fists- It was a trap...
-BACK TO OUR TALE!-
Now that both girls had changed, CJ wearing the earlier described outfit, Bra wearing a short-ish red plaid skirt that was trimmed with safety pins, and a black tank top that read, "A Fire Inside," Bra once again began rummaging through things. She emerged from the back of her closet, holding a small bottle of black eyeliner and some red lipstick. "Here," Bra said, tossing the items to CJ, "put these on." CJ gave her an odd look. "I'm kinda...not that good at it..." she replied hesitantly. Bra immediately realized that CJ wouldn't really know how to go about putting on makeup, given the fact that she never had a caring mother figure at the time when she would start wearing such things. "Alright then," Bra said, pointing at a door, "you can just wait in there, and I'll come in to help you out in a second." CJ nodded, walking to the door. Opening it, so noticed that it was obviously a bathroom, given the fact that most closets didn't have a toilet. As soon as she was sure that CJ was unable to see her, Bra opened a small box on her dresser, pulling out a small -yet very professional looking- camera. Grinning, she snuck it into a hidden pocket on her skirt, and then strolled over to the bathroom, where CJ sat upon the counter. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized. The older girl shook her head, the universal sign for 'no problem' (also the universal sign for 'no,' but that's a little off topic). Bra situated herself on the counter next to CJ and began working on her face. "So..." she began casually, "What are your thoughts on my brother?" CJ's eyes opened wide. "Well, he's...a nice guy..."
"Oh don't pretend that he's just a friend! I've seen the way you look at him!" she interrupted.
"And how do I look at him?" CJ questioned, offended.
"Like you're head over heels in love, yet hesitant."
"And how would that look?"
Bra thought to herself for a moment, and then she displayed what she thought was the correct action. She crossed her eyes and put on a loopy smile, then quickly stopped and stared down at her feet.
"I beg to differ. There's no way I do that."
"Ah, but you do."
"Sure, sure...ouch! Watch where you put that thing!" CJ rubbed her eye.
"Don't rub it! It'll smear!"
"Ugh...are you done yet?"
"Patience, my child...there, done." CJ turned slowly to look at herself in the mirror. It was most certainly a change, but it looked...rather nice. Her eyes were indeed darker, lined with black. Her lips a deep red, the color of cherries left out in the cold. "Well, what do you think?" Bra asked, eager to her what was thought of her handiwork. "It looks...nice," the girl said, "but shouldn't we be with the other guys by now?" Bra, realizing their situation, grabbed CJ by the arm and dashed out of the room.
"Not this again," grumbled CJ.
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Trunks: -peers through the bars of a window at the restaurant- I dunno Pan, it looks like they're having a good time in there.
Pan: Wait; let me have a look...
-inside restaurant-
Goten: ...and then he shouted: Cripple fight!
Kanojo: -bursts out laughing- That's quite educated.
Goten: Indeed it is...hey wait, are we actually having fun?
Kanojo: -gasps- Whoa, I think we are...but it doesn't make any sense!
Goten: Sometimes, the best things in life don't make sense...AHHH! What am I saying?
Kanojo: Oh Goten, you make me feel so happy...wha...? NO! Think of Sean!
-outside again-
Trunks: Well, this is confusing.
-due to the sudden awkward shift in the world, Pan's cold heart melts, and she becomes the real Pan that you all love-
Pan: Wow, this feels weird.
Trunks: -is now attracted to her- Hey baby...how's it goin'?
Note: I have just realized that no one in my story ever takes a shower! Then again, neither does anyone in the show...save for that one time Vegeta did, and if you own the VHS of that episode, you see his animated bum with no warning...well, I'm getting off topic once more...Well, the next chapter could be the last one, plus an epilogue, and then, the sequel. In truth, I didn't know where this story was going until maybe chapter 16. Sad, yet true. IMPORTANT: I'M HOLDING A LITTLE CONTEST FOR THE TITLE OF THE SEQUEL! IF YOU HAVE A GOOD IDEA, SUBMIT IT TO ME IN A REVIEW! BEST TITLE WINS : D
~Meanwhile~
Goten: Yes! I can't believe Bra came home early just for dinner with me!
Trunks: -mumbles- Neither can I...
Goten: What?
Trunks: Never mind. Just tell the nice people to read on.
Goten:...read on then?
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The sun was up at Capsule Corp. Birds were singing...everything was quiet and peaceful. But the silence was broken by the sound of a horn coming from within. "Time to get up!" Bra exclaimed, stuffing the airhorn back into the pocket of her baggy pj pants. "Darn it Dad, I thought I buried that thing," CJ mumbled, pulling the sheets up over her head. "Incase you hadn't noticed, I'm not your father, rather your friend, and if you don't get up, you'll miss breakfast!" she shouted, blasting the airhorn once again. CJ slowly crawled out of bed, stretched, and realized her surroundings. "Wait, how did I get here? The last thing I remember is...oh no." Bra grinned. "That's right! He walked inside with you in his arms, sleeping like a baby. Then he brought you up here, tucked you in, and...oh, it was so cute! He gave you a goodnight kiss!" By this time, CJ was quite red in the face. It was not an easy thing for her to hide embarrassment.
"Well, we'd better hurry!" Bra shouted, grabbing CJ by the arm and racing down the hall and down the stairs. "In a house with...how many now, five Saiyans? Yeah, with five Saiyans, you'd better hurry and get some food while you can!" The pair skidded to a halt as they came around a corner and into the dinning room. Inside was a small circular table piled high with pancakes, toast, eggs, you name it. But unfortunately for CJ, she saw that the rest of the 'gang' was already seated. This meant that she would have to fake a human appetite in front of the others. Damn.
Taking a seat across from Trunks, she tried not to look him in the eyes. She was very embarrassed about having fallen asleep in his arms. She looked up, only to see everyone (minus Bulma, that is) stuffing their faces. This made her very hungry indeed, but she managed to eat just a few pancakes and a slice of toast, a major difficulty indeed. By the time everyone had finished eating, and all of the plates were completely empty, Trunks finally lifted his head and looked over at CJ. "Uh, CJ?" He asked, causing her to look up at him. She was sure she had turned a few shades, but she tried to ignore it. "How would you like to come into the city with me later on?" She was about to reply, when Bra put a hand over her mouth, causing it come out as "Mmpffh." "She says she'd love to go, but only if her dear friend Bra can accompany her!" Bra called out quickly. Trunks sighed and shook his head.
"Bra, there is NO way I'm taking you along," he stated. "Well Trunks," the forgotten Goten pondered, "maybe she should go. And I could always tag along..." he said, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. "Of course," Bra added smoothly, "if you two need to be alone..." She had but emphasis on 'alone,' causing Trunks to change colors. "Uh, well no, I mean, I...uh...would it be alright with you CJ?" CJ laughed softly. "Of course. The more the merrier!" "Alrighty then!" Bra exclaimed, grabbing her by the arm. "Time for you and I to go get ready!" And with that, she dragged CJ up the stairs and into her room, where the door slammed shut. Goten grinned smugly. Trunks glared at him.
When the door to Bra's room had been securely locked, boarded up, and furniture had been randomly piled in front of the door, she raced over to her closet. As she threw many articles of clothing into a pile, CJ took a seat on the end of Bra's bed. The room had a light scent of sandal wood, most likely a result of the incense burning on a small table. "So Bra...what exactly are we doing in here?" she questioned. Bra responded by throwing a red and white striped shirt at her. "Wha..?" CJ began, but she was cut off by a rather large pair of black jeans hitting her in the face. She lifted them up to see that they were quite baggy, covered in zippers and such. "Am I supposed to wear this?" she asked. Bra looked at her in a confused way. "Well, yes...unless you'd like to wear THIS," she said, pointing at a red Geisha dress that she was holding. "Umm...this'll be alright...I just never really wear anything so...elaborate," she mumbled. "Trust me, it'll be just fine," Bra said, grinning.
The girls knowingly turned to face opposite directions so they could change. With some minor difficulty, CJ managed to figure out how to go about putting on the pants (which I find amusing, because...they're pants). As pulling on her shirt, Bra turned slightly to see if she had finished. CJ had her back to Bra, but she was still pulling down her shirt. Bra turned back around, but glanced back, for she had seen something. Her shirt was completely on now, but Bra could have sworn that she had seen a long scar running down CJ's back. Oh well, she thought, I'll ask her about it later.
-Intermission-
-A blindfolded Kanojo, led by Pan enters the restaurant and takes a seat at a table-
Kanojo: This is all very exciting, but why the blindfold? Is there a surprise?
Pan: -hiding menacing laughter- Oh yes, a BIG one. -exits-
~MEANWHILE~
-Trunks quickly pokes Goten in the eyes and pushes him into a chair at the restaurant-
Goten: OUCH! What was THAT for?!
-Trunks dashes off, pushing a button that bars all the windows and locks all the doors-
Kanojo: Sean, is that you?
-Kanojo takes off her blindfold just as Goten's eyes come back into focus-
Goten: What are YOU doing here?
Kanojo: -hands form fists- It was a trap...
-BACK TO OUR TALE!-
Now that both girls had changed, CJ wearing the earlier described outfit, Bra wearing a short-ish red plaid skirt that was trimmed with safety pins, and a black tank top that read, "A Fire Inside," Bra once again began rummaging through things. She emerged from the back of her closet, holding a small bottle of black eyeliner and some red lipstick. "Here," Bra said, tossing the items to CJ, "put these on." CJ gave her an odd look. "I'm kinda...not that good at it..." she replied hesitantly. Bra immediately realized that CJ wouldn't really know how to go about putting on makeup, given the fact that she never had a caring mother figure at the time when she would start wearing such things. "Alright then," Bra said, pointing at a door, "you can just wait in there, and I'll come in to help you out in a second." CJ nodded, walking to the door. Opening it, so noticed that it was obviously a bathroom, given the fact that most closets didn't have a toilet. As soon as she was sure that CJ was unable to see her, Bra opened a small box on her dresser, pulling out a small -yet very professional looking- camera. Grinning, she snuck it into a hidden pocket on her skirt, and then strolled over to the bathroom, where CJ sat upon the counter. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologized. The older girl shook her head, the universal sign for 'no problem' (also the universal sign for 'no,' but that's a little off topic). Bra situated herself on the counter next to CJ and began working on her face. "So..." she began casually, "What are your thoughts on my brother?" CJ's eyes opened wide. "Well, he's...a nice guy..."
"Oh don't pretend that he's just a friend! I've seen the way you look at him!" she interrupted.
"And how do I look at him?" CJ questioned, offended.
"Like you're head over heels in love, yet hesitant."
"And how would that look?"
Bra thought to herself for a moment, and then she displayed what she thought was the correct action. She crossed her eyes and put on a loopy smile, then quickly stopped and stared down at her feet.
"I beg to differ. There's no way I do that."
"Ah, but you do."
"Sure, sure...ouch! Watch where you put that thing!" CJ rubbed her eye.
"Don't rub it! It'll smear!"
"Ugh...are you done yet?"
"Patience, my child...there, done." CJ turned slowly to look at herself in the mirror. It was most certainly a change, but it looked...rather nice. Her eyes were indeed darker, lined with black. Her lips a deep red, the color of cherries left out in the cold. "Well, what do you think?" Bra asked, eager to her what was thought of her handiwork. "It looks...nice," the girl said, "but shouldn't we be with the other guys by now?" Bra, realizing their situation, grabbed CJ by the arm and dashed out of the room.
"Not this again," grumbled CJ.
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Trunks: -peers through the bars of a window at the restaurant- I dunno Pan, it looks like they're having a good time in there.
Pan: Wait; let me have a look...
-inside restaurant-
Goten: ...and then he shouted: Cripple fight!
Kanojo: -bursts out laughing- That's quite educated.
Goten: Indeed it is...hey wait, are we actually having fun?
Kanojo: -gasps- Whoa, I think we are...but it doesn't make any sense!
Goten: Sometimes, the best things in life don't make sense...AHHH! What am I saying?
Kanojo: Oh Goten, you make me feel so happy...wha...? NO! Think of Sean!
-outside again-
Trunks: Well, this is confusing.
-due to the sudden awkward shift in the world, Pan's cold heart melts, and she becomes the real Pan that you all love-
Pan: Wow, this feels weird.
Trunks: -is now attracted to her- Hey baby...how's it goin'?
Note: I have just realized that no one in my story ever takes a shower! Then again, neither does anyone in the show...save for that one time Vegeta did, and if you own the VHS of that episode, you see his animated bum with no warning...well, I'm getting off topic once more...Well, the next chapter could be the last one, plus an epilogue, and then, the sequel. In truth, I didn't know where this story was going until maybe chapter 16. Sad, yet true. IMPORTANT: I'M HOLDING A LITTLE CONTEST FOR THE TITLE OF THE SEQUEL! IF YOU HAVE A GOOD IDEA, SUBMIT IT TO ME IN A REVIEW! BEST TITLE WINS : D