Hey I'm back with Part I of that good chapter I was talking about earlier! A special thanks to Day Dreamer006 who asked for smaller chapters! After going over this chapter I decided I should end it sooner than I had planned cuz I figured it would be better that way. Thus, this chapter is a little shorter than the rest (the rest are about 15-17 pages on word; this one's 12).

Anyways... enjoy!

"Bra, what are you doing?" I asked through clenched teeth as I watched her pick up a long pencil of some sort. She was still grinning like an idiot, and she already put purple eye shadow on my eyes, black stuff called mascara (I think) on my eyelashes, pink blush on my cheeks, and a pink lip gloss on my lips. I DO NOT need anything else.

"You'll see," was all she answered as she took off the lid and scooted closer to me. "Don't move," she ordered as she brought the pencil up to my left eye. It had a small black tip at the end.

I blinked right as it touched my lower eyelid.

"And don't blink!" she added as she gently glided the pencil across my lower eyelid.

'What the hell is this thing?!' I kept asking myself. 'Why would I want to have black under my eyes?!' Then it hit me. I scooted back from Bra.

"Hey!" she protested, "Get back –"

"There's NO WAY I'm putting on that black stuff!" I stated, crossing my arms and glaring at her. She looked at me, confused.

"Why?"

"Because I've seen movie stars with lots of black stuff under their eyelids, and they look completely ugly," I answered simply. "And there's no way I'm going to look like them."

Bra rolled her eyes. "Pan, movie stars don't know what they're doing. They go crazy with their makeup. But I know how much eyeliner is really needed on someone to make them pretty. So get your ass back here and let me do it!"

I looked at her cautiously. Truth was, I didn't really trust Bra. I mean, I've seen her with makeup on at school and she looks great, but... who knows how many times she's had to start all over putting it on again?

When she saw that I wasn't going to move closer to her, she started moving closer to me. I backed up a little more, and then realized that the bookcase was behind me. And I swear that thing is cursed. One time in the middle of the night some books just fell off the shelf. First Bra and I didn't know what it was, so we stayed in the bed, looking around. Finally I decided to get up and turn on the light, so that's what I did. We saw the books on the floor so we investigated the bookcase, but nothing showed any proof of how the books fell.

But the scariest thing was the books that had actually fallen off. Two were about murder mysteries (Bulma's books that Bra never found time to read), one was titled "When Pigs Fly", and the last one was titled, "The Dollhouse Murders." And I've read "The Dollhouse Murders," and in that book the grandma who gets murdered pulled down books from the bookcase just before the guy bolted threw the door and shot her. (A/N: It's a good book, even though it's for 5th graders lol)

Finally, my escape came. The phone rang. I quickly flew to the phone, dodging Bra who was attempting to tackle me so I couldn't answer it. She fell on her face. I laughed before picking up the phone.

"Hello, Briefs Residents, Pan speaking," I said into the receiver. Bulma had said it was okay if I answered the phone, as long as I said that.

"Why hello there dear! Would you like to buy two gallons of bug repellent? Our bug repellent is capable of killing not only gnats and ants and mosquitoes, but spiders as well! –"

I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone. What kind of stupid bug company would call at 10:30 at night?

"Who was it?" Bra asked from her spot in her room.

I suddenly had an idea. I turned around and put on my most scared face ever. "7 days..." I whispered, not taking my eyes off her blue ones. I hoped she didn't see any signs of joking around in them.

She gasped and paled. I kept looking at her, but now I was trying to keep a straight face. I remember she got soo scared when we watched that movie. She had me come over 7 days later to protect her just in case the girl actually came out of the television set and killed us. (A/N: Forgot her name, sorry)

"Wh-What?!" she stammered, obviously scared to death. "But-But how is that possible?! We didn't even watch the ring tonight –"

I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. She looked at me, confused but still scared.

"Bra, it's called a JOKE!" I exclaimed before laughing again.

She relaxed at first, but then her eyes hardened. "Pan Son! How dare you joke around with me like that! I almost pissed my pants –"

"Oh my god you should have seen your face..." I interrupted, still laughing.

"Rahhh, Pan!" she exclaimed before running over to me and successfully tackling me. I was still laughing as I fought with her, trying to get her off. But she had me pinned on the ground.

My eyes were starting to water so I closed them and wiped them. When I opened them again she was grinning.

"As your punishment," she started, "we shall continue with your makeover."

I stopped laughing altogether and stared at her. "WHAT?!" I screeched. "No WAY!"

"Puh-lease?" she asked, putting on those stupid puppy dog eyes of hers. I can understand why they worked with Vegeta. And with Uub. And with Uncle Goten. And with just about every other guy in the school...

I glared back. There's no way I'm going through that again.

"Trunks will like it," she added in a mischievous whisper.

I froze. How the hell did she know about Trunks?! I never told her!... Oh my god! Did Uub tell her?!

Before I could blink again I had her pinned to the floor. She looked up at me, very confused and worried.

"How do you know about Trunks?" I asked, glaring at her the whole time. "Because if Uub told you, then he's gonna die –"

"What?" she interrupted. "Uub didn't tell me. I figured it out myself. Why would Uub tell me –"

"YOU FIGURED IT OUT?!" I screamed at her, shooting up and flying backward into the wall. She stood up and nodded cautiously.

I can't believe this.

"You... You mean it's noticeable?!" I asked, quieter than my last statement, since I didn't really want to know the answer.

Bra rolled her eyes. "Pan, chill out," she started out. "It's not noticeable. How can it be? Trunks just came back today, and all you did was give him a hug like everyone else. But, the only reason I knew that you probably still liked him was because I remember you told me that you liked him a while ago – after you two came back from that space trip -, but you never told me you STOPPED liking him." She shrugged. "So I just assumed that you still liked him. And my assumption was obviously right," she added with a smirk.

I was dumbfounded. Why does Bra have to be so smart?

Oh well. I guess it's only fair. Now my two best friends know. But the question is, who does Bra like?

"So, what were you saying about Uub telling me?" Bra asked before I could ask my question.

I found myself blushing a little. "Cuz I told him too..." I said, looking down at the ground. But when I looked up, Bra was smiling.

"Why are you so ashamed?" Bra asked. "Uub's awesome at keeping secrets. I tell him stuff all the time."

"Oh," I said, not really listening to her. I was busy trying to figure out who Bra might like. I know she's pretty attached to Uub and Uncle Goten, but she told me earlier in the week that she didn't like Uncle Goten. So could she possibly like Uub?

"Pan, what are you thinking about?" Bra asked, eyeing me carefully.

I looked back at her and smirked. "Who do you like?"

She looked shocked by my sudden question, and took a step back, bumping into her bed. Then she jumped up on it and pulled her knees up to her chest, blushing. I lifted an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"Call me crazy, but I think I might like Uub," she answered quietly, looking at her feet the whole time.

I couldn't help but grin. This was so perfect! They BOTH like each other! That'd be so awesome if they admitted their feelings to each other and got together!

"Why are you so ashamed?" I asked, throwing her previously question back in her face. She looked up at me and smirked. I smirked back. "Uub's a great person. He's a good secret keeper, remember?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Pan, you always do that to me," she whined playfully.

I grinned. "Just a habit..." I replied with a shrug and a smirk. She giggled, but then turned serious again.

"Pan, can I ask you an honest question?" she suddenly said. I let my smirk fall as I looked at her carefully and nodded. 'Oh great,' I found myself saying in my mind.

"Do you think Uub... might like me too?"

I froze. 'ShIT!' I cussed in my mind. What was I supposed to do now?! I couldn't say yes, because then that's like telling her his secret. And I promised Uub I'd keep it. But I can't say no because then I'd be lying. So what was I supposed to say?

"Pan?"

I snapped back to reality. "Um, well..." I started out, looking at the floor. What the hell am I gonna say?

It finally came to me. I looked back up at her and smirked. "He might, but that's for you to figure out yourself," I answered, walking over to the makeup. Before I started picking it up, I glanced at her. She was looking down at the ground, blushing again. 'Good, she's too into her thoughts to notice me,' I thought as I quickly packed away all the makeup and put it in her bathroom. While I was in there I glanced at myself in the mirror and gasped.

'Holy crap!' I thought, examining my face. 'I actually look... okay.'

She didn't over-do anything. And the eye where the thin eyeliner was looked a little better than my other eye.

'Trunks will like it.'

I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get rid of that thought. No. There's no point in showing him, since I don't plan on spending 30 minutes of my morning time putting on makeup before school. I have enough trouble getting out of bed anyway.

'Trunks will like it...'

I groaned. 'Damn you Bra, why'd you have to say that?!' I thought angrily as I left the bathroom. She was still sitting on the bed, staring at nothing.

I glanced at the clock. 10:46. Not late at all. But I'm reallllly tired.

"Hey Bra?" I asked. She quickly shot her head back up at me and lifted an eyebrow. "I'm really tired," I managed to say before yawning.

She smiled softly. "Me too," she said. "Let's go to sleep."

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Little did the girls know that Bulma was still downstairs, fixing up the rest of the house for the following day when she came across Bra's backpack.

"Hey," she said, pausing her work to think for a second. "Didn't progress reports go home today?" She quickly glanced over her shoulder before bending down and going through the backpack. 'I hope the girls don't come down and see me,' she thought. 'Bra hates it when I do this.' She finally found a manila envelope and stood up, satisfied with herself.

"Now let's see what she got..." she pondered aloud as she opened it up and pulled out the sheet of paper. After quickly scanning it, she grinned. "All A's!" she exclaimed, looking over it one more time. But then her happy expression fell. "What's this?" she asked. "'Irregular attendance' for math? 'Needs to participate more' in English?..." She frowned. "Why are her behavior points so bad?"

She sighed and glanced at the clock. 10:43. It was getting late.

"I'll just take this up with me and ask her about it tomorrow," Bulma said to no one in particular as she turned off the remaining lights and walked up to her and Vegeta's bedroom.

Vegeta was walking out of the bathroom with only shorts on when Bulma walked in. He eyed the envelope suspiciously, but Bulma waved him off.

"Don't worry about it Vegeta, I'll show you in the morning," she said before shutting the bathroom door and changing. When she walked out, Vegeta was already in bed. She smiled briefly as she looked over him – he was still very handsome. She grabbed the envelope and set it on her nightstand before climbing in bed with him.

"Vegeta?" she asked as she turned off the light.

"What woman," he answered, still keeping his eyes closed.

"Has something been on your mind lately?" she continued. "You haven't been hanging around us anymore, and your always training with Burro. Bra and I hardly ever see you anymore –"

"That's none of your concern," was Vegeta's reply. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she shot back. "Just be glad I at least care about you!" And with that she turned her back to him, signaling she was done.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'If she only knew what was going on...' he thought as he slowly drifted off into sleep.

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"Haha, you pathetic little Saiyan! You stand no chance against me!"

Pain shot through my body as I slowly tried to stand up. "Argh, shut UP!" I heard myself scream at him, only to be laughed at. He seemed so far away up in the sky...

But I could still make out his features. His green skin, his long tail, his pointy ears...

He was ugly. That's all he was. He wasn't strong; he was just ugly with a big ego!

So why is he invading my dreams?

"Watch closely Bra!" he suddenly said from his position up in the air. "Because this will be the last thing you see before you perish!"

"No!" I screamed back at him as I kept trying to stand up, but kept falling down. I felt so heavy, and my legs just didn't seem to be working... I was bleeding badly all over, and I was losing hope. I had been battling this guy for a while now, but he always had the advantage!

'Why can't I beat him?!'

The sky turned a different color. I looked up. There was an enormous ki blast coming my way. Everything was starting to turn blurry, but I couldn't take my eyes off of that thing.

'Oh no,' I kept thinking. 'I can't move!' Where was everyone else? 'Oh yeah, they're all beaten up too!' I thought angrily. I didn't get to watch their battles for some odd reason.

I hate dreams.

Suddenly there was a big BAM! I focused on the ki blast again. It was now a different color? But why did it change colors with a bam?

WHY AM I HAVING THIS NIGHTMARE?!

Then, someone grabbed my arm rather roughly and pulled me out of the way and started shaking me –

"UrrrAH! Stop!" I yelled. But now everything was black. Was I still dreaming?

I tried opening my eyes again, like I had before in the battle. They worked! I wasn't dreaming anymore. I was back in my room. But when I looked around, my eyes landing on Pan, who looked like she was having trouble standing up, but her eyes were wide open.

I looked at her questioningly, but she just kept staring at something behind me.

That's when I realized I wasn't in my bed. My feet were touching the bed, so someone was obviously lifting me up. I turned my head and gasped.

"D-Dad?"

I looked into his dark eyes. They seemed to be a darker shade of black, if that was possible. And the rest of his face looked very angry.

I smiled weakly at him before looking at the rest of him. He had a tank on and sweat pants – his training clothes. He held me up by my arm with one hand, but his other hand was holding something else... something orange and rectangular... like an envelope –

I gasped again and looked up at him, frightened but angry. Did he go through my backpack to get that or something?! "Where did you get a hold of that?!" I demanded, looking him in the face for the first part, but glancing down at the envelope on the last note.

He smirked. "This?" he asked, bringing the envelope up to my eye level. I nodded slowly. "Your mother brought this in our room last night, and I decided to look at it this morning."

I slowly looked at him. He wasn't smirking anymore. He was frowning. And he looked... scary.

"Why are your behavior points so bad?!" he asked, raising his voice a bit as he squeezed my arm. I yelped in pain.

Luckily, he didn't hold onto my arm much longer. He tossed me across the room towards Pan, who quickly caught me before I hit the wall. I looked up at her wearily. "Thanks," I said quietly as my eyes filled up with tears. First I have a nightmare, and then I wake up to an angry father.

'Just make sure they don't see it beforehand.'

I closed my eyes. Trunks's wise words that I had just tossed aside were now entering my mind. 'I wish I listened to you...' I thought sadly, fighting back those tears. I opened my eyes slowly, making sure none could escape. Pan looked angry now.

"Vegeta, my behavior points were bad too," Pan offered. "And I'm sure everyone's were. Those teachers are stupid. But we got good grades, so that's all that matters –"

"I don't need, nor did I ask for, your outlook on this Pan!" he roared. Pan's eyes widened briefly.

I wiggled out of Pan's grasp (since she was squeezing me a bit from her anger), and stood next to her, facing dad. "She's right though daddy," I said quietly. "Good grades are really all that matters."

He lifted up his hand and shot a ki blast at me. I quickly blocked it. So much for trying to reason with him!

"Father this is crazy!" I exclaimed, now angry. "I know that when Trunks got a D on his progress report, you got angry and yelled at him. But when I get bad behavior points on my progress report, you start hurting me, even though my grades are perfect! That's not fair!"

In the blink of an eye dad was in front of me. He grabbed both my arms and pinned me up against the wall. My feet were no longer touching the floor. I winced in pain and looked at him. He was still very angry.

"Vegeta, please put her down," Pan said rather weakly. I could tell she was very unsure of this whole situation, and was worried. So was I.

"You better shut up if you know what's good for you!" Vegeta replied, but looking at me the whole time. Then his eyes narrowed. "Actually, it would be best that you leave."

Pan's eyes widened a bit and she looked at me. I looked at her and bit my lip. Part of me wanted her to stay and possibly help me, but I didn't want her to get in trouble with my dad. And I didn't want her to watch this either. I could tell this was going to get pretty ugly.

Just thinking about this almost made me cry. I could tell Pan was waiting for an answer from me. I knew that if I wanted her to stay, she'd stay. Dad wasn't going to tell her what to do.

Dad frowned more when he noticed that she wasn't moving. "Now!" he added and quickly shot a ki blast at her feet. I faltered a little since he had to let go of me, but he quickly grabbed me again. She jumped back a little, but still stayed in my room, looking at me.

'If she stays any longer she'll get hurt!' I found myself screaming in my mind. So I nodded at her to go.

She hesitated and pleaded with me. But when my eyes started watering, she grabbed her dress that she wore to the party and flew out the window, leaving me and dad alone.

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"Daddy! Daddy are you in here?!" I screamed as I ran into the house. I had flown as fast as I could.

Daddy came running out of the living room, sensing something was wrong. "Yes I'm here," he said as mom came running in behind him. I couldn't sense Vigo anywhere in the house though.

"What's wrong?" dad asked, looking over me.

I suddenly felt my eyes start to water, and a bump formed in my throat. It felt weird – it's been a long time since I've cried.

"Daddy, Vegeta's hurting Bra, you need to go over there right away!" I managed to get out before I broke down in sobs.

Mom and dad glanced at each other briefly before mom ran over to me and hugged me. Dad stayed where he was. I could tell that he was very worried, but he seemed hesitant.

I turned my head away from him and cried in my mother's big T-shirt. She and dad were both in their pajamas. They like to be lazy on the weekends.

When I noticed that dad still wasn't moving, I turned to look at him. "Well?!" I asked angrily. "What are you waiting for?! Who knows what Vegeta could be doing to her right now, you need to go over there as fast as possible –"

"Pan," he started, interrupting me, "I don't think I can."

My eyes widened and I backed away from mom. "What?!" I screamed. "Why not?! Your just as strong as Vegeta is and Bra needs help! You can't just let him beat her up!" I paused as more tears were making their way into my eyes. "You always talk about how we should help each other! You were even the Great Saiyanman, or whatever you called it, back when you were in high school! What's wrong with you?! Why won't you help her?!"

By now I had made my way over to dad so I was standing right in front of him. When I broke down in sobs again and almost fell to the floor, he caught me and pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back. There was a moment of just me sobbing before he decided to say anything.

"Pan, the reason I can't go over there is because I would be butting into their family business," he finally started out. I quieted my sobbing to listen to him. "I want to go and help Bra, but this is something that Vegeta and her need to correct. It wouldn't be right if I went over there and fought Vegeta, even though what he's doing isn't right either. I'm sorry Pan, but this is something Vegeta and Bra need to work out."

I stopped crying. He was right.
Special thanks to everyone who reviewed! You are giving me a reason to continue.

Oh yes, answering Paili-chan()'s question: To tell you the truth, I never thought about that lol. You're right. I guess Burro would have some Tuffle DNA in him. But let's just say that it's very little and lies dormant since Saiyan and human DNA is stronger. Thanks for pointing that out though!

GothicBlacre: You are not immature lol, like you said - you are a very funny person!

Ideas/suggestions/corrections/constructive criticism are all welcome! (Actually, I will be needing some suggestions soon, I'm running out of ideas).

-Samo