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Disclaimer: We've all been through this. I don't own dbgt or any of it's characters.
Chapter 11: Clothing is Key
It had been two and a half hours since Goten had left, Bra knew, she had been counting the seconds until she'd hopefully see him again. Goten had assured Bra that he'd come over later. Bra and Pan had been hanging out, talking about everything going on in their life. Pan was so happy with Bra's brother, Trunks. Bra would know that too, Pan had been telling her all about it. Over and over and over again.
"Pan, I am seriously going to hurl!" Bra shrieked. Pan grinned her apologies.
"So. Bra. We've been skirting around the fact that you and Goten were holding hands for about three hours. What happened? You can tell me! I know I will be disgusted since Goten is my uncle, but I'll also be very excited for you!" Pan gushed and looked at Bra expectantly. Pan would never quit until she got an explanation. Bra began to shake her head- "No! We are not beating around the bush with this! You are telling me. And you are telling me now!"
"There's nothing–"
"Bull. Tell me. Now."
"Well, um...what happened was... I stumbled and Goten grabbed my hand. You know, to help me from falling." Bra finished happily, until she saw the blank look on Pan's face.
"Your fingers were intertwined with his." Pan replied very matter-of-fact.
"Hmm.. Well, you've got a point, I suppose." Bra replied glumly. She really didn't want to tell Pan what happened. She wanted to keep it a secret, Bra didn't want her best friend to know how foolish she had been.
"That's not what happened, is it?" Pan asked. Bra shook her head no and sighed. Pan frowned, seeing this. What happened? Was it so humiliating that Bra couldn't even tell her best friend? "If it's so important to you to keep it to yourself, then I suppose I don't have to know." Bra smiled and hugged Pan. "Alright, alright, enough with the love." Pan pushed Bra from her and stood up to walk to Bra's bureau. "You were going to Goten's house, right?" Pan asked, picking up a tube of crimson lipstick. Again, Bra began to shake her head. "Oh, shut up, I know you are, Bra. Anyways, wear this when you go to his house." Pan finished gesturing to the lipstick in her hand.
"What would you know about fashion?" Bra asked, grinning.
"This isn't about fashion." Pan replied, rolling her eyes. "It's about getting a man and I know all about that. I've got one, haven't I?"
"Please. Spare me." Bra giggled, Pan joining in as well. "Besides, I helped you get my icky brother and don't you forget it!"
"I forced you to help me!" Pan said, bursting into laughter. "You remember? I blackmailed you because I had a picture of you kissing a picture of Goten on your mirror." "Well, if I couldn't have Goten, his picture was the next best thing." Bra said indignantly.
"I'm so sure. Anyways back to the subject at hand." Pan said, throwing the lipstick at Bra. "He'll love it! Come on, let's choose what clothes and shoes you'll wear."
Bra started. "I've never seen you so excited about anything clothes, Pan." Pan pursed her lips.
"Well, this is important. Goten isn't getting any younger..."
"Hey! That's my future husband you're talking about." Bra cried, trying to keep the grin off her face. Pan walked into Bra's closet and started pulling clothes out. She examined every piece of clothing, putting them into piles which Bra assumed represented 'no' or 'yes'. The deeper Pan went into the closet the more clothes got put in the no pile. Bra was filing her nails with an emery board when she heard Pan yelp.
"What...see a spider?" Bra drawled, examining her newly filed nails.
"No." Pan called from deep inside the closet. "I have just found the perfect outfit for you!"
"Knowing you it's probably a burlap sack." Bra said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey-
"What, was I right?" Bra giggled as she imagined herself in a burlap sack on Goten's doorstep. Pan was right. Clothes were going to be key. How much should she reveal, how much she should keep covered.
"No, you heartless bitch, you weren't. Anyways I was right about the lipstick, wasn't I?" said Pan, her voice growing louder the closer she got to the entrance and exit of the closet. Pan gave another high pitched squeal which cause Bra to drop the emery board. Bra began to reach after it when Pan stopped her. "Leave it. Stand up." Bra stood up, beginning to grow frightened of this new fashion dictator Pan was soon becoming. "Turn around." Bra did that too, without thinking. "Now sing 'I'm a little teapot.'" Bra began to sing and abruptly stopped when she realized what she was doing. "Sorry," Pan apologized, "just wanted to see the extent of my power...fashion power."
"Uh..Pan, just show me the outfit." said Bra.
"Huh? Oh right the outfit." Pan shook her head and grinned. "You're gonna absolutely love it!" She brought her hands out from behind her back and in them Pan held the most gorgeous outfit Bra had ever seen. Bra looked disbelievingly at Pan.
"You found this in my closet?"
"Yeah, you like it?" Pan asked.
"Don't be stupid. I love it!" Bra took the outfit from Pan's outstretched hands.
"You have to let me borrow it sometime." Pan smiled. "Trunks' eyes will pop out of his head when he sees me in this." Pan noticed Bra shuddering. "What?"
"If you're gonna use this on my brother, you can keep it after you're through. And if you give it back to me, I'll just burn it." Bra said seriously. Pan giggled. "If Goten sees you in this, he'll give you anything you want. I bet he'd give you his heart on a silver platter if you asked for it." Pan said. Bra's eyebrows shot up.
"Gross!" Bra shrieked but she knew that what Pan said was true. But all Bra wanted was Goten's love. And with this little number, it looked like she'd get it.
Disclaimer: We've all been through this. I don't own dbgt or any of it's characters.
Chapter 11: Clothing is Key
It had been two and a half hours since Goten had left, Bra knew, she had been counting the seconds until she'd hopefully see him again. Goten had assured Bra that he'd come over later. Bra and Pan had been hanging out, talking about everything going on in their life. Pan was so happy with Bra's brother, Trunks. Bra would know that too, Pan had been telling her all about it. Over and over and over again.
"Pan, I am seriously going to hurl!" Bra shrieked. Pan grinned her apologies.
"So. Bra. We've been skirting around the fact that you and Goten were holding hands for about three hours. What happened? You can tell me! I know I will be disgusted since Goten is my uncle, but I'll also be very excited for you!" Pan gushed and looked at Bra expectantly. Pan would never quit until she got an explanation. Bra began to shake her head- "No! We are not beating around the bush with this! You are telling me. And you are telling me now!"
"There's nothing–"
"Bull. Tell me. Now."
"Well, um...what happened was... I stumbled and Goten grabbed my hand. You know, to help me from falling." Bra finished happily, until she saw the blank look on Pan's face.
"Your fingers were intertwined with his." Pan replied very matter-of-fact.
"Hmm.. Well, you've got a point, I suppose." Bra replied glumly. She really didn't want to tell Pan what happened. She wanted to keep it a secret, Bra didn't want her best friend to know how foolish she had been.
"That's not what happened, is it?" Pan asked. Bra shook her head no and sighed. Pan frowned, seeing this. What happened? Was it so humiliating that Bra couldn't even tell her best friend? "If it's so important to you to keep it to yourself, then I suppose I don't have to know." Bra smiled and hugged Pan. "Alright, alright, enough with the love." Pan pushed Bra from her and stood up to walk to Bra's bureau. "You were going to Goten's house, right?" Pan asked, picking up a tube of crimson lipstick. Again, Bra began to shake her head. "Oh, shut up, I know you are, Bra. Anyways, wear this when you go to his house." Pan finished gesturing to the lipstick in her hand.
"What would you know about fashion?" Bra asked, grinning.
"This isn't about fashion." Pan replied, rolling her eyes. "It's about getting a man and I know all about that. I've got one, haven't I?"
"Please. Spare me." Bra giggled, Pan joining in as well. "Besides, I helped you get my icky brother and don't you forget it!"
"I forced you to help me!" Pan said, bursting into laughter. "You remember? I blackmailed you because I had a picture of you kissing a picture of Goten on your mirror." "Well, if I couldn't have Goten, his picture was the next best thing." Bra said indignantly.
"I'm so sure. Anyways back to the subject at hand." Pan said, throwing the lipstick at Bra. "He'll love it! Come on, let's choose what clothes and shoes you'll wear."
Bra started. "I've never seen you so excited about anything clothes, Pan." Pan pursed her lips.
"Well, this is important. Goten isn't getting any younger..."
"Hey! That's my future husband you're talking about." Bra cried, trying to keep the grin off her face. Pan walked into Bra's closet and started pulling clothes out. She examined every piece of clothing, putting them into piles which Bra assumed represented 'no' or 'yes'. The deeper Pan went into the closet the more clothes got put in the no pile. Bra was filing her nails with an emery board when she heard Pan yelp.
"What...see a spider?" Bra drawled, examining her newly filed nails.
"No." Pan called from deep inside the closet. "I have just found the perfect outfit for you!"
"Knowing you it's probably a burlap sack." Bra said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey-
"What, was I right?" Bra giggled as she imagined herself in a burlap sack on Goten's doorstep. Pan was right. Clothes were going to be key. How much should she reveal, how much she should keep covered.
"No, you heartless bitch, you weren't. Anyways I was right about the lipstick, wasn't I?" said Pan, her voice growing louder the closer she got to the entrance and exit of the closet. Pan gave another high pitched squeal which cause Bra to drop the emery board. Bra began to reach after it when Pan stopped her. "Leave it. Stand up." Bra stood up, beginning to grow frightened of this new fashion dictator Pan was soon becoming. "Turn around." Bra did that too, without thinking. "Now sing 'I'm a little teapot.'" Bra began to sing and abruptly stopped when she realized what she was doing. "Sorry," Pan apologized, "just wanted to see the extent of my power...fashion power."
"Uh..Pan, just show me the outfit." said Bra.
"Huh? Oh right the outfit." Pan shook her head and grinned. "You're gonna absolutely love it!" She brought her hands out from behind her back and in them Pan held the most gorgeous outfit Bra had ever seen. Bra looked disbelievingly at Pan.
"You found this in my closet?"
"Yeah, you like it?" Pan asked.
"Don't be stupid. I love it!" Bra took the outfit from Pan's outstretched hands.
"You have to let me borrow it sometime." Pan smiled. "Trunks' eyes will pop out of his head when he sees me in this." Pan noticed Bra shuddering. "What?"
"If you're gonna use this on my brother, you can keep it after you're through. And if you give it back to me, I'll just burn it." Bra said seriously. Pan giggled. "If Goten sees you in this, he'll give you anything you want. I bet he'd give you his heart on a silver platter if you asked for it." Pan said. Bra's eyebrows shot up.
"Gross!" Bra shrieked but she knew that what Pan said was true. But all Bra wanted was Goten's love. And with this little number, it looked like she'd get it.