The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
--How to Handle a Rope--
She wanted to stand at the door just to hear what had gone on between Paris and Goten, but she had to get to her next class. Pan was already suspicious enough without Bra giving her a new reason to be.
Bra took her seat in her science class in front of Pan. She wasn't sure if she should look at her or not. Maybe if she acted like she didn't see Pan, they wouldn't have to talk about whatever it was that Pan wanted them to talk about.
"Bra, I'm gonna ask you this straight and I expect a straight answer," Pan said.
Bra didn't like the sound of that. It was demanding. Pan was demanding an answer to a question she hadn't even asked yet. She turned to her friend. The look on Pan's face was very serious. That wasn't like Pan at all. If Bra weren't the daughter of the prince of all Saiyans, she might have been frightened by the look Pan gave her.
"Have you ever even seen Goten with woman?" Pan asked.
Bra remained silent for a moment. Was she still investigating the gay thing?
"I guess I shouldn't put it that way. We've all seen him with a woman before. He went to the gala with one. I should probably just ask if you know whether he has a girlfriend.... Or a boyfriend," Pan clarified.
Bra was speechless.
"He's always keeping things like this from me. I thought you might know since you two are pretty close," Pan said. She finally smiled. "Maybe you two should go out or something. Yeah! That's a great idea!"
Bra shushed Pan. "Are you crazy? He'd never go for it."
"But YOU would, right?" Pan asked slyly.
Bra rolled her eyes. "We can't talk about this here."
"It's a yes or no question," Pan told her. "Would you or wouldn't you go out with my uncle?"
"We can't talk about this now," Bra insisted.
"Fine. I'll just call you after school," Pan said, winking at Bra. "I think you'd make a cute couple."
"Pan—!!" Bra began.
"Alright. Alright," Pan said, pretending to zip her mouth shut.
It was all over for her now. She knew it. Once Pan did this, she'd tell Videl. And once Videl knew, she'd tell Gohan. And once Gohan knew, he'd tell Goku. And once Goku knew, for some strange reason, he'd probably tell her father. Their relationship was odd—Goku and the Prince. Goku thought of Vegeta as one of his best friends while Vegeta thought of Goku as his worst enemy. Sometimes the whole situation just made Bra laugh. Sometimes. But not now.
Right now she wondered if Goten had really gone through with what she'd told him to do. Or if he would think about the position that would put them both in. It was hard to answer that question herself because while Goten had matured in many ways, he was still the same guy. She'd just have to wait till after school to find out.
--later--
Bra could never make it to lunch on time for some strange reason. Oh, yeah. She was always off listening to the occasional song on the cd player she kept hidden in her backpack. Today, it was The Velvet Underground & Nico's 'The Black Angel's Death Song.' Very cool song. John Cale's viola sound really added an ethereal kinda feel to it. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping Bra get to lunch any faster.
She strolled down the hall, still thinking about the eerie song she'd just finished listening to. She passed by Goten's classroom and wondered if he might, by chance, still be there. It would be a good time to find out what happened between him and the counselor. Whether they would start dating or not. It had been an impulsive suggestion. She sure hoped he hadn't gone through with it.
Bra peeped through the window on the door to the classroom and gasped at what she saw. There were 4 female students standing around Goten as he sat on top of his desk. And he was laughing and joking with them. She could hear the girls' flirtatious giggles and dreamy sighs. The nerve of those little tramps. They didn't even take into consideration that he might have a girlfriend or something. They just shamelessly flirted with him. ALL of them.
Surely flames had emitted from her eyes. Bra's anger had gone from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds, and she was now well beyond the limit. But she had to keep her cool. She had to remain calm and confident. She couldn't appear shaken by this. It took everything she had not to break the door from its hinges. And since it took all of her control to do that, she couldn't hide the irate look she gave the flamboyant femmes who stood before Goten.
Everyone turned toward her, surprised. Everyone except Goten. He gave Bra a huge smile that was almost enough to melt away her mood. Almost.
"Hey, Bra. What's up?" Goten asked cheerfully.
Bra cleared her throat and looked around the room at the other girls. "Hey, Mr. Son. I was hoping I could talk to you alone."
Ha ha haaaaaa!! These were preppy girls. They feared Bra more than they even feared smudging their makeup. The quartet quickly evaded, giving the two the privacy she had requested.
Goten looked confused as the girls rushed out of the room. Then he gave Bra a cute closed-mouth smile.
Bra smiled and looked at the floor. It was silly for her to behave this way after she was so angry only moments ago. But that was the effect Goten had on her. He always made her feel things she normally wouldn't feel. It nearly made her forget why she was there in the first place. Wait. Why was she here again?
"So, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Goten asked, hopping off of his desk.
He walked toward her, and she began to feel a certain nervousness. A familiar nervousness. A nervousness she only felt when she was close to this man. She took a deep breath, hoping it would go away. She was here in his classroom for a reason. So what was it...?
Bra stood there silently chewing her bottom lip. She was sure she'd come for a reason. She was sure it was an important reason...........................
THAT'S IT!!!!!
"What about Paris?" Bra asked Goten.
Goten gave her a confused look. "Paris?"
"Paris. Did you—?" Bra began.
"Ohhhhhh, Paris," Goten said. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at the ceiling. "Yeah, I said we'd go out. She seemed pretty happy about it."
Bra's world shrank on her. Not this. The threat was back again. And it was all her own fault. If she could have just kept her mouth shut, maybe she wouldn't have to deal with this now. But it was too late. She'd tied her noose, and now she had to hang from it.
--End How to Handle a Rope--
--Hello again. I'm slow getting this stuff out. I know. I'm really sorry about this. Thanks for reading this very short and nonsensical episode.
--Thanks to those of you who are still out there and those of you who are still reading this nonsense. I'm surprised anyone would stick around for this stuff. Especially since it's taking me so long to get it out.
--If you have comments, questions, suggestions or whatever, just let me know.
--How to Handle a Rope--
She wanted to stand at the door just to hear what had gone on between Paris and Goten, but she had to get to her next class. Pan was already suspicious enough without Bra giving her a new reason to be.
Bra took her seat in her science class in front of Pan. She wasn't sure if she should look at her or not. Maybe if she acted like she didn't see Pan, they wouldn't have to talk about whatever it was that Pan wanted them to talk about.
"Bra, I'm gonna ask you this straight and I expect a straight answer," Pan said.
Bra didn't like the sound of that. It was demanding. Pan was demanding an answer to a question she hadn't even asked yet. She turned to her friend. The look on Pan's face was very serious. That wasn't like Pan at all. If Bra weren't the daughter of the prince of all Saiyans, she might have been frightened by the look Pan gave her.
"Have you ever even seen Goten with woman?" Pan asked.
Bra remained silent for a moment. Was she still investigating the gay thing?
"I guess I shouldn't put it that way. We've all seen him with a woman before. He went to the gala with one. I should probably just ask if you know whether he has a girlfriend.... Or a boyfriend," Pan clarified.
Bra was speechless.
"He's always keeping things like this from me. I thought you might know since you two are pretty close," Pan said. She finally smiled. "Maybe you two should go out or something. Yeah! That's a great idea!"
Bra shushed Pan. "Are you crazy? He'd never go for it."
"But YOU would, right?" Pan asked slyly.
Bra rolled her eyes. "We can't talk about this here."
"It's a yes or no question," Pan told her. "Would you or wouldn't you go out with my uncle?"
"We can't talk about this now," Bra insisted.
"Fine. I'll just call you after school," Pan said, winking at Bra. "I think you'd make a cute couple."
"Pan—!!" Bra began.
"Alright. Alright," Pan said, pretending to zip her mouth shut.
It was all over for her now. She knew it. Once Pan did this, she'd tell Videl. And once Videl knew, she'd tell Gohan. And once Gohan knew, he'd tell Goku. And once Goku knew, for some strange reason, he'd probably tell her father. Their relationship was odd—Goku and the Prince. Goku thought of Vegeta as one of his best friends while Vegeta thought of Goku as his worst enemy. Sometimes the whole situation just made Bra laugh. Sometimes. But not now.
Right now she wondered if Goten had really gone through with what she'd told him to do. Or if he would think about the position that would put them both in. It was hard to answer that question herself because while Goten had matured in many ways, he was still the same guy. She'd just have to wait till after school to find out.
--later--
Bra could never make it to lunch on time for some strange reason. Oh, yeah. She was always off listening to the occasional song on the cd player she kept hidden in her backpack. Today, it was The Velvet Underground & Nico's 'The Black Angel's Death Song.' Very cool song. John Cale's viola sound really added an ethereal kinda feel to it. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping Bra get to lunch any faster.
She strolled down the hall, still thinking about the eerie song she'd just finished listening to. She passed by Goten's classroom and wondered if he might, by chance, still be there. It would be a good time to find out what happened between him and the counselor. Whether they would start dating or not. It had been an impulsive suggestion. She sure hoped he hadn't gone through with it.
Bra peeped through the window on the door to the classroom and gasped at what she saw. There were 4 female students standing around Goten as he sat on top of his desk. And he was laughing and joking with them. She could hear the girls' flirtatious giggles and dreamy sighs. The nerve of those little tramps. They didn't even take into consideration that he might have a girlfriend or something. They just shamelessly flirted with him. ALL of them.
Surely flames had emitted from her eyes. Bra's anger had gone from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds, and she was now well beyond the limit. But she had to keep her cool. She had to remain calm and confident. She couldn't appear shaken by this. It took everything she had not to break the door from its hinges. And since it took all of her control to do that, she couldn't hide the irate look she gave the flamboyant femmes who stood before Goten.
Everyone turned toward her, surprised. Everyone except Goten. He gave Bra a huge smile that was almost enough to melt away her mood. Almost.
"Hey, Bra. What's up?" Goten asked cheerfully.
Bra cleared her throat and looked around the room at the other girls. "Hey, Mr. Son. I was hoping I could talk to you alone."
Ha ha haaaaaa!! These were preppy girls. They feared Bra more than they even feared smudging their makeup. The quartet quickly evaded, giving the two the privacy she had requested.
Goten looked confused as the girls rushed out of the room. Then he gave Bra a cute closed-mouth smile.
Bra smiled and looked at the floor. It was silly for her to behave this way after she was so angry only moments ago. But that was the effect Goten had on her. He always made her feel things she normally wouldn't feel. It nearly made her forget why she was there in the first place. Wait. Why was she here again?
"So, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Goten asked, hopping off of his desk.
He walked toward her, and she began to feel a certain nervousness. A familiar nervousness. A nervousness she only felt when she was close to this man. She took a deep breath, hoping it would go away. She was here in his classroom for a reason. So what was it...?
Bra stood there silently chewing her bottom lip. She was sure she'd come for a reason. She was sure it was an important reason...........................
THAT'S IT!!!!!
"What about Paris?" Bra asked Goten.
Goten gave her a confused look. "Paris?"
"Paris. Did you—?" Bra began.
"Ohhhhhh, Paris," Goten said. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at the ceiling. "Yeah, I said we'd go out. She seemed pretty happy about it."
Bra's world shrank on her. Not this. The threat was back again. And it was all her own fault. If she could have just kept her mouth shut, maybe she wouldn't have to deal with this now. But it was too late. She'd tied her noose, and now she had to hang from it.
--End How to Handle a Rope--
--Hello again. I'm slow getting this stuff out. I know. I'm really sorry about this. Thanks for reading this very short and nonsensical episode.
--Thanks to those of you who are still out there and those of you who are still reading this nonsense. I'm surprised anyone would stick around for this stuff. Especially since it's taking me so long to get it out.
--If you have comments, questions, suggestions or whatever, just let me know.