Well everyone, the end is constantly getting closer. As a matter of fact, this will be the last chapter before the Epilogue/ Prologue to the sequel! (if said sequel ends up being written...) The sad part is...I really don't want it to end. If I could, I would never end it...I'd keep writing meaningless chapters...taking forever between updates...

Goten: -gurgle- Oh man, not THIS again –sloshing sounds-

Kanojo: ...stuffing Goten's head into nearly impossible places...-sigh- I think I've really just fallen in love with this story. It's been over TWO WHOLE YEARS for cripes sake...

Elsewhere...

Pan: Ugh...I forgot that she still had that toilet to get him with...

Trunks: Listen, you'll be taking the full heat if she finds out about Sean B, right?

Pan: ...that's not going to happen! I suppose we'll have to resort to plan...Q!

Trunks: -gasp- No, anything but that...

Pan: Yes, indeed...-notices you- Hey...you can't see my evil plotting! Go on, shoo! Read the story, or do something productive for a change...sheesh.

Stepping out of the front entrance to the McDonald's Goten stretched his arms upward, failing to stifle a yawn. He lazily let his arms fall back down to his sides. "Soo..." he began, "what to do?" His fellow amigos shrugged in unison. No one had any form of idea as to what to do with their remaining time. The small cluster began to walk down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of which they had come. It was as if they were all in silent agreement of the fact that, there had to be something better that way. After several minutes of walking in silence, they came upon a small tavern that sparked a sudden interest in Bra. "Tainted Glass Tavern," the sign read, "Nightly Karaoke." Seeing this, Trunks quickly snagged her by the collar of her shirt, marching on. Bra crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmph."

A good ten minutes later, once Bra had finally ended her pouting and re-joined the lively bunch in a newly brought up conversation, things were thought to have returned to...well, as normal as they could get. That was until CJ saw THEM. She froze in place. "Oh no..." Trunks came to a stop, putting his hand over his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "What, what's wrong?" Bra questioned. She looked obviously concerned. "Oh, it's nothing really...it's just that CJ has this thing about..." but he was quickly cut off. "BIRDS!" the brown-haired girl shouted, dashing across the street to a small park, where a large group of birds were currently residing. "Thought you'd come back for more, did you? Victory shall be mine!" she called out to them, waving her arms frantically in the air.

Goten couldn't help but snicker a little, as Bra had completely lost all over her common sense, and was now lying on the sidewalk, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her pale face. Trunks continued shaking his head, a small smile on his face. "Hey!" he called out to her, not being able to resist. "Let's try and keep the ADD down to a minimum, you think?" From across the street, CJ looked over at him, sticking her tongue out. He couldn't help but chuckle. This was absolutely priceless. It was then that Trunks began thinking... 'I wish every day could be just like this. With my friends and I, out enjoying life,' His eyes drifted to CJ, who was now being chased by the very birds that she had harassed just moments earlier. 'I...I want to begin each day with her smiling face...I never want this to end. But...does it have to end?' Trunks thought about this. He knew in his heart that something terrible was bound to happen. He always got an empty, sickening feeling when something was about to go wrong. But that didn't mean he couldn't pray that this time, just this once, he would be wrong.

After several more minutes of 'chase,' CJ seemed a little worn out. Maybe that was the reason she didn't notice the large rock that was in her way, or maybe it was just out of pure carelessness. Whatever the cause, she tripped over it, smashing into the ground for the second time that day. Trunks quickly rushed over to her. She didn't appear to be moving. "CJ, are you alright?" he asked, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice. Rolling her onto her back, he could see the small frown on her face. "Ouch..." she mumbled, reaching up to rub the spot where her head had made contact with the ground. He let out a sigh of relief. "What? Thought I was dead?" She laughed. "It takes a lot more than a little fall to get rid of me, mister." Trunks could feel a smile forming on his face. "Hey, I have every right to worry! I'd have to make funeral arrangements, pick out the flowers, dig a hole..." CJ stuck her tongue out at him again. "You're such a...poogledink." Trunks scratched his head. "And what, may I ask, is a poogledink?" She only smirked. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

Now during this small conversation, neither Trunks nor CJ seemed to notice how small the distance between them was becoming. Of course, one person on the sidelines had. Bra grinned widely. She was quite proud of herself for being well-prepared for once, as this was not usually the case. She returned her focus to the girl lying in the grass, with the young man kneeling down to her. "I don't fear death," she could hear him say. CJ raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what do you fear, oh mighty one?" Their faces were just inches apart. Trunks smirked, and was about to answer when a sudden 'click' and a bright flash interrupted his thoughts. "My sister with a camera, while I'm in a situation that could be twisted around to make it a very awkward moment," was his serious reply. He slowly turned to his sister. "Bra, run. Fast."

She complied, and she and Goten, who had decided to follow her example, sped down the sidewalk to the Vespas, laughing as they were followed by two VERY flustered- looking teenagers, who all the while were silently plotting revenge.

Later, at Capsule Corp...

Bra and CJ stood in the small, closet-like developing room on Capsule Corp.'s third floor. One bent over a desk, vigorously working on some form of equation, the other frantically trying to figure out what she was supposed to do with the small bottle of some solution in her hand. "Now...what exactly is this stuff supposed to do?" CJ questioned the younger girl. "Well...that right there just happens to be almond extract...Wait, WHY is that in here?!" Bra pondered, looking up from her paper. "That is one of those questions that just can't be answered..." she replied, setting the bottle on the end of the small table that Bra was currently occupying. "And what exactly is that you're working on? Some kind of math problem?" Bra laughed and shook her head, lifting up the sheet of notebook paper. "Actually, it's just a drawing of a can of spray cheese..." CJ blinked. "Oh...I was way off."

"So, when will those pictures be done?" CJ asked, gesturing towards a small machine that was –clink clinking- away, soon to produce the pictures that had been taken on their earlier 'adventure.' The object had been put in the room several months ago, replacing the standard developing procedures, requiring only a fraction of the time. Bra had whined and complained that it "just wasn't as much fun," but her rants were ignored. Nothing could go un-advanced in THIS building.

"I suppose you'll be crashing over here then?" Bra asked, already knowing that she would be.

"If it's not too much trouble. Are you sure I won't be imposing?"

"Of course not! I want you to feel comfortable in my home, you know," the younger girl stated. Just earlier, she had discovered that CJ wouldn't sit on or anywhere near her couch, claiming that she was perfectly content on the floor.

"So..." Bra began, attempting to kill time, "how are things between you and that special someone?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to rape him."

"I still don't understand what you're trying to say."

"Don't make me come over there and sit on you." Among many of CJ's other paranoia's, Bra had discovered that the girl had quite the personal space bubble. Thankfully, a loud buzz filled the room, similar to the kind you'd hear on a washing machine. CJ dashed to the machine, a look of relief detectable on her face.

Bra beat her there. "Nuh-uh. There's no way I'm letting you destroy the evidence!" Using a rather swift maneuver, she bolted towards the machine, darted under CJ's legs, and smacked her hand on a large green button that caused a small stack of photos to immediately appear in a small tray near the bottom of the machine. Sitting down on a nearby table, she began flipping through them. When she came to a certain picture, she smirked slightly and handed it to CJ. "I think you'd better take this one. It's a bit too sexually explicit for my liking."

CJ couldn't help but feel...well, she didn't know exactly WHAT she felt as she examined the black and white snapshot in her hand. The photo contained two people. A windblown-looking Trunks held a sleeping CJ in his strong arms, while quietly laying a feather-light kiss on her pale cheek. Any living person could have looked at this picture and seen all of the love bursting from its quiet serenity.

Looking at this photo, this moment in time that she would never remember though always remain a part of, a wall inside of her heart was torn down, and she KNEW. Dropping to her knees on the cold tile floor, she knew. She knew how she felt. She knew her heart. She knew all that she wanted. All that she would ever need.

And letting out a tiny sob, she hugged the photo to her chest and cried.

Kanojo: It's almost over, kiddies. Can you believe it?

Goten: Hey, where do you keep the towels?

Kanojo: Goten, please don't drip all over my beautiful floor.

Goten: Well if I had a towel...

Kanojo: Details, details...

Somewhere other than there...

Trunks: They're not in love yet?

Pan: Ahh, don't you see? This is how Kano falls in love.

Trunks: That's something I didn't know.

Pan: So I suppose I'll be closing for her again?

Trunks: It looks that way.

Pan: Well, let's see...first, Kanojo would like to thank her pal Jessaboo for supplying her with Bra's character and comments in the latter part of this story.

Trunks: Uhh...Jessaboo?

Pan: She must have weird parents.

Trunks: Maybe they're pirates.

Pan: SURE they are Trunks...secondly, Kano wants to say that she loves you all, especially Brady. And Boomer. And Boomer's bling bling.

Trunks: I'm not gonna ask.

Pan: That's prolly for the best. Laterz, cracka lackas!