The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
-- A Momentary Lapse of Reason--
When Goten opened the door to the apartment, a ratchet came hurtling at him and hit him in square in the forehead. "Ow."
The assailant was, of course, Trunks. He stood at the doorway of his bedroom, laughing like a hyena.
Bra put her hands on her hips and frowned. How could her brother do something like that to his best friend? Then again, that was just the way they were.
"Okay. I'll admit. You owed me that one," Goten said to his roommate. "I wanna call a truce. This is getting dangerous."
"You got that because you broke our LAST truce. Remember?" Trunks told him.
Goten thought for a minute, then grinned and scratched his head. "Oh, yeah."
"Is this what you two do when I'm not around?" Bra asked.
"Bra. What an unexpected surprise," Trunks said, finally noticing she was there.
Bra smiled falsely at him. She and her brother never really got along in the past. And much how she suspected Goten felt, Trunks also thought of her as a little girl. Of course, she was his little sister. That was only natural. But as for Goten....
"So, I guess you're here because you're sparring with Goten today?" Trunks inquired.
Goten answered for her. "That's right. I'd better go get changed." He left the room.
"You're sparring in that?" Trunks asked, looking at Bra's outfit. Trunks got his curiosity from his mother. But he did have a point.
Bra wore a short orange spaghetti-strap top, a long white form- fitting skirt and white and orange sandals. "Of course not, Einstein. My training uniform is in my backpack. Idiot."
"Uh huh. Looks like one of those high-schooler tricks. Sneaking out of the house, are we?" Trunks asked. "I remember those days. Wait. You're not doing drugs, are you?"
Bra looked at Trunks strangely. "No." She looked Trunks up and down. "I'm just going out to spar. No underlying scheme." Bra thought for a second. "Drugs?"
"Hey, I just had to make sure," Trunks said. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, how are things going at home?"
Funny. He referred to her home as home. He had his own place now. Shouldn't THIS be his home? She couldn't understand it. "Same old, same old. Mom and Dad argue constantly. Mom stays in the lab. Dad's always training." She decided that this was a good opportunity to talk to Trunks about the gala. She smiled deviously. "By the way, you and Pan made a cute couple this weekend."
"Thanks. Hey, you and that guy made an interesting couple too. What was his name? Raymond?" Trunks said.
"Randall," Bra said. There was that 'interesting' thing again. What was up with that?
Just then, Goten reentered the room in his usual training attire. "Bra, you're not dressed yet."
Bra had been thrown off again. Not only had Trunks changed the subject on her, but Goten had picked a peak time to come back into the room. She'd never find out anything like this. "Oh, sorry. I was just talking to Trunks about the gala. And where he and Pan disappeared to." She hoped that she could get Goten interested in asking about it. She went to their bathroom and started changing clothes.
"Where DID you and Pan disappear to?" Goten asked Trunks.
Wow. The walls in this luxurious place were paper-thin. At least for a Saiyan they were. She could hear everything they said.
"Where do you think those fireworks came from during the fashion show?" Trunks said. "It was Pan's idea. She said that 'those buttoned- down tightwads needed to loosen up'. Her words."
"That's Pan for you," Goten laughed.
Aw. He was ending it with that? She'd just have to interrogate her brother when she had more time. She came out of the bathroom in her usual red training uniform.
"We're sparring in the same place, right?" Bra asked.
"Yep. And I'm really going all out this time," Goten told her. "Last time, you got lucky. I let my guard down."
Bra smirked. "We'll see."
"That's not very fair, you know. You two always go off and train together. Other people might like to be invited too," Trunks suggested.
"Did you wanna come?" Goten asked.
Goten, the ever-polite nice-guy. Unfortunately, he forgot that when you're going somewhere with someone, you're supposed to ask the person you're going with if it was okay to invite someone else. It was the proper thing to do.
Trunks waved them away absently. "Nah. I've got a lot of work here. Maybe next time."
Bra let out a mental sigh of relief. She didn't want her brother to join them.
"Oh, come on. When was the last time you got in some good training?" Goten said.
GOTEN!!! Why was he pressing the matter when Trunks clearly didn't want to come with them? Sometimes Bra just wanted to get a good stranglehold on Goten. She'd just have to take it out on him in training.
"Like I said, maybe next time," Trunks responded. "Maybe tomorrow. Are you two sparring then?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow's fine," Bra intruded. "Come on, Goten." She opened the door and took off toward the barren wasteland they sparred in last week.
Goten immediately followed. "Hey! Slow down! What's your hurry?"
Bra lowered her speed and let Goten catch up with her.
"What's up?" Goten asked.
She'd had it with trying to hide her feelings all the time. She'd had enough of all the secrecy. She wanted to express her feelings openly for once. "I just...wanna spend some time alone with you. That's all."
That really was all she wanted. But they'd never even come to the conclusion that they were indeed a couple. Maybe she was jumping the gun on this one. When she thought about it, she wasn't the one who had it the roughest. It was Goten who had it bad. She would have to look at the facts:
1) She was a 16-year-old girl. Prison sentence.
2) She was his student. Fired.
3) Her father wanted any excuse to kill him and this would be perfect. Death.
She watched Goten's expression as they both soared over the treetops. And he smiled. Not the silly Son smile. It was a different kind of smile.
He looked at Bra. "Then we should use the little time we have together wisely."
Before Bra could realize what was happening, Goten had tackled her in mid-air and they went plummeting into the forest below.
--End A Momentary Lapse of Reason--
--Hey there. Remember me? Sorry it took so long to get this episode out. And I'm sorry it's so...low-quality. I haven't been producing good work lately. Not like the work I did before was any good. Thanks for reading it anyway. And it was short. Sorry about that too.
--So, just send in your complaints. Let me know what you think. I'll try to do better next time. Really I will. I'll TRY.
--Oh, yeah. Thanks for the past reviews. It helps to hear from you guys.
-- A Momentary Lapse of Reason--
When Goten opened the door to the apartment, a ratchet came hurtling at him and hit him in square in the forehead. "Ow."
The assailant was, of course, Trunks. He stood at the doorway of his bedroom, laughing like a hyena.
Bra put her hands on her hips and frowned. How could her brother do something like that to his best friend? Then again, that was just the way they were.
"Okay. I'll admit. You owed me that one," Goten said to his roommate. "I wanna call a truce. This is getting dangerous."
"You got that because you broke our LAST truce. Remember?" Trunks told him.
Goten thought for a minute, then grinned and scratched his head. "Oh, yeah."
"Is this what you two do when I'm not around?" Bra asked.
"Bra. What an unexpected surprise," Trunks said, finally noticing she was there.
Bra smiled falsely at him. She and her brother never really got along in the past. And much how she suspected Goten felt, Trunks also thought of her as a little girl. Of course, she was his little sister. That was only natural. But as for Goten....
"So, I guess you're here because you're sparring with Goten today?" Trunks inquired.
Goten answered for her. "That's right. I'd better go get changed." He left the room.
"You're sparring in that?" Trunks asked, looking at Bra's outfit. Trunks got his curiosity from his mother. But he did have a point.
Bra wore a short orange spaghetti-strap top, a long white form- fitting skirt and white and orange sandals. "Of course not, Einstein. My training uniform is in my backpack. Idiot."
"Uh huh. Looks like one of those high-schooler tricks. Sneaking out of the house, are we?" Trunks asked. "I remember those days. Wait. You're not doing drugs, are you?"
Bra looked at Trunks strangely. "No." She looked Trunks up and down. "I'm just going out to spar. No underlying scheme." Bra thought for a second. "Drugs?"
"Hey, I just had to make sure," Trunks said. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, how are things going at home?"
Funny. He referred to her home as home. He had his own place now. Shouldn't THIS be his home? She couldn't understand it. "Same old, same old. Mom and Dad argue constantly. Mom stays in the lab. Dad's always training." She decided that this was a good opportunity to talk to Trunks about the gala. She smiled deviously. "By the way, you and Pan made a cute couple this weekend."
"Thanks. Hey, you and that guy made an interesting couple too. What was his name? Raymond?" Trunks said.
"Randall," Bra said. There was that 'interesting' thing again. What was up with that?
Just then, Goten reentered the room in his usual training attire. "Bra, you're not dressed yet."
Bra had been thrown off again. Not only had Trunks changed the subject on her, but Goten had picked a peak time to come back into the room. She'd never find out anything like this. "Oh, sorry. I was just talking to Trunks about the gala. And where he and Pan disappeared to." She hoped that she could get Goten interested in asking about it. She went to their bathroom and started changing clothes.
"Where DID you and Pan disappear to?" Goten asked Trunks.
Wow. The walls in this luxurious place were paper-thin. At least for a Saiyan they were. She could hear everything they said.
"Where do you think those fireworks came from during the fashion show?" Trunks said. "It was Pan's idea. She said that 'those buttoned- down tightwads needed to loosen up'. Her words."
"That's Pan for you," Goten laughed.
Aw. He was ending it with that? She'd just have to interrogate her brother when she had more time. She came out of the bathroom in her usual red training uniform.
"We're sparring in the same place, right?" Bra asked.
"Yep. And I'm really going all out this time," Goten told her. "Last time, you got lucky. I let my guard down."
Bra smirked. "We'll see."
"That's not very fair, you know. You two always go off and train together. Other people might like to be invited too," Trunks suggested.
"Did you wanna come?" Goten asked.
Goten, the ever-polite nice-guy. Unfortunately, he forgot that when you're going somewhere with someone, you're supposed to ask the person you're going with if it was okay to invite someone else. It was the proper thing to do.
Trunks waved them away absently. "Nah. I've got a lot of work here. Maybe next time."
Bra let out a mental sigh of relief. She didn't want her brother to join them.
"Oh, come on. When was the last time you got in some good training?" Goten said.
GOTEN!!! Why was he pressing the matter when Trunks clearly didn't want to come with them? Sometimes Bra just wanted to get a good stranglehold on Goten. She'd just have to take it out on him in training.
"Like I said, maybe next time," Trunks responded. "Maybe tomorrow. Are you two sparring then?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow's fine," Bra intruded. "Come on, Goten." She opened the door and took off toward the barren wasteland they sparred in last week.
Goten immediately followed. "Hey! Slow down! What's your hurry?"
Bra lowered her speed and let Goten catch up with her.
"What's up?" Goten asked.
She'd had it with trying to hide her feelings all the time. She'd had enough of all the secrecy. She wanted to express her feelings openly for once. "I just...wanna spend some time alone with you. That's all."
That really was all she wanted. But they'd never even come to the conclusion that they were indeed a couple. Maybe she was jumping the gun on this one. When she thought about it, she wasn't the one who had it the roughest. It was Goten who had it bad. She would have to look at the facts:
1) She was a 16-year-old girl. Prison sentence.
2) She was his student. Fired.
3) Her father wanted any excuse to kill him and this would be perfect. Death.
She watched Goten's expression as they both soared over the treetops. And he smiled. Not the silly Son smile. It was a different kind of smile.
He looked at Bra. "Then we should use the little time we have together wisely."
Before Bra could realize what was happening, Goten had tackled her in mid-air and they went plummeting into the forest below.
--End A Momentary Lapse of Reason--
--Hey there. Remember me? Sorry it took so long to get this episode out. And I'm sorry it's so...low-quality. I haven't been producing good work lately. Not like the work I did before was any good. Thanks for reading it anyway. And it was short. Sorry about that too.
--So, just send in your complaints. Let me know what you think. I'll try to do better next time. Really I will. I'll TRY.
--Oh, yeah. Thanks for the past reviews. It helps to hear from you guys.