Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z/GT. It respectfully belongs to its creators.
A.N. I've always debated whether or not I should write T/P and G/B as couples in the same story. I figured it would get very confusing, but now I've decided to try something a little different and have a little fun while I was at it. So this is my romantic comedy about Trunks and Pan, two of my favorite characters, along with Goten and Bra. In my other romantic comedy, I've been having a blast picking on Heero and Duo. *grins evilly* Now I've decided that Goten and Trunks can no longer escape my clutches. *evil laughter*
To Snag a SaiyanChapter One: Mischievous Saiyans
Pan sighed as she watched the snowflakes fall outside Bra's bedroom window. She couldn't believe that it was actually snowing. Sure, it was cold, but snow. She didn't think it had gotten cold enough yet for that. She'd come over earlier that morning with hopes of finding something to do in town, but five minutes before they were supposed to leave Mother Nature decided to put a cramp in their plans.
Her and Bra's trip to town was supposed to be a temporary relief from their heartaches since both of them had just broken up with steady boyfriends. Now came the daunting task of finding something else to do. They could go play in the snow, however, being close to the warm fireplace seemed so much more inviting than the cold weather outside.
Pan unconsciously sighed again.
"Okay. That's it. Get your ass up. We're gonna find something worthwhile to do, even if it kills us." Bra announced as she stood up from her favorite chair.
"What?" Pan tried to innocently look up not really wanting to relinquish her seat at the moment.
"That's about the fifteenth time you've sighed in the past ten minutes, and I can't take it anymore. So get up."
"And what pray tell should we do, oh wise one?" Pan mockingly asked with a smirk worthy of a saiyan.
Bra smirked back. "Hell, if I know. I just think of the ideas it's your job to carry them out."
Pan crossed her arms in indignation. "Oh really?"
"Yep!" Bra proudly announced.
Suddenly an idea popped in her head and Pan watched as her best friend's eyes instantly brightened with a mischievous gleam. She immediately knew it could only mean trouble.
"I've got an idea!"
Bra exclaimed.
"What?" Pan asked almost dreading the answer, but at the same time yearning for a little bit of excitement.
"Let's go aggravate that dear brother of mine."
"Bra, we're not little kids anymore."
"Well duh, I know that, but we haven't done that in such a long time. Besides, it will be fun and we need to keep Mr. CEO on his toes. He's been getting way too soft and relaxed lately. It'll be just like old times. Come on, what do you say?" Bra said giving Pan her famous look for getting her way.
"Well, when you put it that way." Pan laughed at her friend's expression then developed a similar mischievous gleam.
"Then, let's go. We don't have all day, ya know."
Both girls lowered their ki's and quietly crept down the halls of Capsule Corporation slowly making their way toward the office wings when suddenly a voice from behind stopped them in their tracks.
"Where do you two brats think you are going?"
They turned around giving the most innocent looks they could muster only to come face to face with the intense glare of the one and only saiyan prince.
"Oh! Hi Daddy!"
"Hi Vegeta!"
He crossed his arms still waiting for an answer.
Bra put on her best 'daddy's girl' face. "Oh, we're just on our way to visit that remarkable brother of mine."
"What are you up to? It's not going to upset your mother, is it?"
"Of course not, Daddy, but you see we think that Trunks has gotten way too soft lately. So we figure it's our job to toughen him up a little bit. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it." She finished dramatically sweeping her hair over her shoulder.
Vegeta smirked. "Fine." Then turned to walk off. "But, don't let your mother catch you or you'll have me to answer to." And with that he left.
"Yes, Daddy." Bra said to his retreating back then the two friends gave each other a high-five.
"Now for a little fun."
Five minutes later the two friends were standing in the CEO Secretary's office, which just happened to be empty.
"Where do you suppose Mrs. Thornhill could be?" Pan asked wondering where the kind old lady who'd been Trunk's secretary for the past ten years could have gone.
Bra glanced at her watch. "It's after noon. She left for lunch a little while ago." Both girls grinned devilishly. It was too good to be true. They'd forgotten about Trunks' dutiful secretary until they reached her office, but since she was out that just made their little prank a whole lot easier.
They lowered their ki's even further and crept up to the door placing their ears to its oak surface.
Pan strained her saiyan hearing. She could faintly hear voices, two voices to be exact. Bra held up two fingers indicating she was hearing the same thing. They concentrated harder trying to determine the owners of the voices. One was definitely Trunks. It was his office, after all. They just needed to make sure the other voice didn't belong to anyone overly important.
Contrary to popular belief, they had no desire to cause an act punishable by death. Heads would roll, if they interrupted something that could have a profound impact on the runnings of Capsule Corp. All it would take was one complaint from a single representative to send Bulma on the warpath, which in turn would call Vegeta into action, and they didn't even want to think about the additional reactions of Chi-Chi, Gohan, and Videl. They may be young career oriented women, but they would never be too old to feel the wrath of their parents.
As they listened closer, Pan realized that the voice sounded very familiar to her. She smiled. Trunks was not in an important meeting and now there was the added bonus of getting to scare the shit out of two unfortunate souls, not just one. Trunks, fortunately for her and Bra, had a friend visiting him, and that friend was . . .
"Goten." Bra mouthed not wanting to speak even in a whispered tone for fear that the two saiyans inside would hear even that. She then pointed to a hidden door on the right.
Bra found out a couple months ago that Trunks installed a hidden room for times he needed a few minutes of quiet time. However, the most likely reason for the installation had to be a means of escape from crazed fans and/or work. He had to make himself an escape route after Bulma found a way to bar his windows. There wasn't any flying away to ditch work after that, and it would have been obvious if he bent the bars to escape, which would have ticked his mom off that he deliberately went out through the window. So he secretly built his own means of escape. He thought no one knew about it, but Bra had her sources.
Pan smirked and followed her best friend through the hidden door. She noticed that he even managed to find a way to hide the doorknob. 'Clever Boy.' She thought.
Bra quietly shut the door behind them once they were inside. Then, they walked down a short hallway until they came to one of the most comfortable and relaxed looking rooms that they'd ever seen.
Pan placed her hands on her hips and smiled as she looked around. 'No wonder he has been recently handling late nights at the office a lot better.' She was tempted to whistle in awe.
She watched as Bra lightly tiptoed to a second door, the one that led to the President of Capsule Corporation's office. According to the drawings she found, it was supposed to end up right behind his desk.
Pan just as quietly followed Bra's example then pressed her ear to the door in order to better hear the conversation going on between one of her good friends and her uncle.
"Trunks, you can't be serious." She heard her uncle's almost beseeching tone.
"Why does this surprise you?" Trunks asked.
"Because . . . well, that would mean I'll have to be next."
They could hear Trunks' exasperated sigh all the way through the door. "Goten, it's not like I have anyone at the moment. I'm just saying that I'm through with frivolous relationships with women like Kiki. I'm tired of it all. I deserve better and so do they. For that matter, so do you."
"That may be, but have you forgotten our pact? I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Trunks."
"Oh for crying out loud, Goten, we were fourteen years old . . ."
"I was thirteen." Goten grumblingly corrected.
"Whatever." Trunks said undaunted by the correction. "The point is we made that pact after watching everyone, including my unemotional father, gushing and doting over my infant sister and your newborn niece. We vowed to never become so muddle headed over something as simple as a baby. Then we naively declared that if marriage was the cause of such nonsense then we weren't interested, and if the subject of marriage ever occurred then we made a pact to go down together. We are now thirty-five and thirty-four and you mean to tell me you've never felt like you have been missing out on something. You've never wondered what it would be like to have something to call your own . . . to . . . to have someone lovingly cook for you besides your mother."
"Well . . ." Goten stalled trying to think of a good way to deny it.
"I'm not buying it."
Goten sighed. "It's just that I don't think you're grasping the magnitude of the situation. You know I had a serious five year relationship with Paresu and what we had was pretty damn close to marriage if you ask me, but did it have a happily ever after? No, it sure as hell didn't, and I'm not sure I can handle another similar commitment any time soon."
"You're not getting any younger."
Goten scowled at his best friend. "Don't remind me. Besides, you're one to talk."
Pan and Bra's eyes widened on the other side of the door, they couldn't believe what they were hearing. The two most eligible bachelors in the world were discussing the possibilities of settling down and having a family. Well, wonders never cease.
Bra blinked coming back to her senses. Now was the perfect opportunity. She nudged Pan bringing her back to reality. Bra smirked and pointed at the door. Then started counting down on her fingers, 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . .
Suddenly, Pan kicked the door in, narrowly missing Trunks' chair before it slammed into the wall. Then both girls jumped into the room yelling and creating two of the most horrifying roars they could possibly muster. All of it was just enough to surprise to very unsuspecting saiyan men.
Trunks jumped up and over his desk and Goten jumped so high out of his chair that his head actually hit the ceiling, which caused a ceiling tile to fall on Trunks' desk. Then both men immediately crouched into a fighting stance, ready to do battle with their unforeseen new enemy. Not even stopping to realize they were safe until the sound of bellowing laughter sunk into their minds.
Goten and Trunks came to their senses to realize that it was none other than their own sister and niece who tricked them. It was not settling too well either. Both men crossed their arms and took up two very Vegeta like stances as they watched the two women struggling to remain standing as they laughed their heads off. Tears were actually running down their faces from laughing so hard.
"You . . . you guys should have seen yourselves . . . Hahahaha." Bra hooted into more laughs.
"Oh . . . that was great . . . Hahaha . . . Trunks, your hidden room idea is the best thing you've ever thought of . . . hahahaha."
"I don't see what you two find so damn funny." Trunks frowned but then he smirked as a plan of revenge popped in his head. 'I'll give them something to laugh about.' He glanced at his best friend. Goten caught on to the hidden message and began stalking his unsuspecting prey.
Pan saw Trunks and Goten move out the corner of her eye and immediately stopped laughing. "Um . . . Bra."
"What?" She asked still trying to contain her mirth.
"I think we're in trouble."
"Huh?" That's when she looked up and realized their fatal mistake. They forgot to make good their escape. She desperately tried thinking of a way out as she watched Goten slowly advance on her. She knew the window was out of the question, the front door was also out since both men were currently blocking it, and by the time her and Pan went back the way they came Trunks and Goten would be waiting by the entrance. They were trapped. "Oh crap."
"Exactly." Goten replied. "Someone has to pay for me hitting my head."
"And, someone has to pay for ruining my door and ceiling and for messing up my desk."
Bra tried moving to the right while Pan went to the left, both hoping to make good their escape.
"I don't think so." Trunks said right before he grabbed Pan, and Goten managed to pin Bra.
Pan looked up at her capture. "Um . . . would it help to say I'm sorry?"
Trunks smirked evilly. "Nope." He replied right before he began to ruthlessly tickle her.
Pan could only laugh uncontrollably as Trunks proved to be relentless. She vaguely heard Bra laughing and struggling as well.
"Beg for mercy." He taunted.
"Never!"
He sighed melodramatically. "Fine. Have it your way." Then he doubled his little torture session.
Pan couldn't move. He had her pinned in such a fashion that she could hardly wiggle. He was a lot bigger and stronger than her, and he apparently had no qualms in taking advantage of that fact. "Trunks . . . hahahaha . . . stop . . . this . . . hahahaha . . . is not fair."
"Oh. Poor Panny."
Pan growled with renewed vigor. Now he was going to far.
Trunks obviously wasn't expecting her abrupt increase in energy because suddenly being pinned beneath a very triumphant looking Pan with his hands pinned above his head was not what he had planned.
Pan lowered her gaze until she was mere inches from his face. "Now, Mr. President, what do you plan on doing?" She gloated enjoying every second of it not really thinking what her current situation could lead to.
Trunks gulped. This had to be one of the most compromising positions he'd ever been in, but for some reason he was actually enjoying it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had to be going daft. Yeah. That was it. Daft.
After a few moments of silence between the two of them, a glimmer of reality dawned inside Pan's brain. 'Sweet Dende, what am I doing?' Her eyes widened in shock as she slowly recognized the precise part of Trunks' anatomy she was currently using as a seat.
Suddenly the whole room fell into silence.
An odd feeling pricked at the back of Goten's neck. He stopped tickling Bra and glanced to his left. His eyes widened in shock. His little niece was actually straddling his best friend and their noses couldn't be more than an inch apart as they stared at one another.
Bra slowly caught her breath and wondered what made Goten stop tickling her because a few seconds ago nothing she did or said would make him relent. She opened her eyes to find him staring at something. She followed his gaze and got one of the biggest shocks of her life. 'Well, I be damn.'
Goten cleared his throat as a distraction not really wanting to see the end result. It was his niece for crying out loud.
Pan blinked as a small sound brought her out of her daze. She looked to the side and saw Goten and Bra staring wide-eyed at her and Trunks. She immediately blushed crimson.
Trunks also surprised at the sudden turn of events had the decency to turn a nice little shade of red himself.
Pan, realizing that she needed to get off of Trunks in order to thwart any further embarrassment, quickly scrambled up to her feet.
Trunks slowly stood up as well then tried a nonchalant route by straightening his suit.
Goten looked up at the two of them. "Well, that was . . . disturbing." He really didn't know any other way to describe it, and the whole concept was totally blowing him away.
Trunks crossed his arms and smirked as he looked down at Goten, who was still straddling an out of breath Bra. "Well, you're one to talk." He mocked Goten with his own words.
Goten looked down at the girl beneath him and quickly turned red as well.
Bra giggled trying to hide her embarrassment then watched as Goten quickly bolted into an upright position. She laughed a little more at his antics. 'He's so cute when he's flustered.' She rapidly shook her head to clear her mind and gradually felt her face become a few degrees hotter at the notion.
Goten scratched his head and tried laughing the matter off as well. "Hehe . . . At least you can't say nothing interesting ever happens here."
Bra slowly sat up noticing she was the only one still on the floor and cleared her throat.
Goten looked down to see Bra's reprimanding look and sheepishly smiled. "Oops. Sorry Bra." Then he offered her a hand up.
Trunks rolled his eyes and Pan smiled as they watched the other two.
"That's okay. Just don't let it happen again." She smiled as she dusted herself off.
"Oh brother." Trunks mumbled.
Pan patted Trunks' shoulder in mock sympathy. "Poor Trunksie."
He glared at her fully displaying his distaste for the name and all he received in return was the most innocent smile and the biggest puppy eyes he'd ever seen. He inwardly groaned and glanced heavenward. "Why me?"
Everyone in the room tried hiding their mirth, but one look at each other was all it took before they all, to Trunks' dismay, burst out laughing.
He growled and shook his head. "No respect. I tell ya. No respect." Which only lead to higher pitched squeals.
Suddenly, all fun and games came to a screeching halt when a distinctly familiar voice could be heard right outside the door.
"Oh hi, Mrs. Thornhill, you're back from lunch early."
"Oh shit." Bra held her breath and looked over Trunks' semi destroyed office.
All four demi-saiyans glanced at one another with panicked expressions on their faces then immediately burst into action. Goten scrambled to hide the large pieces of ceiling tile that fell on Trunks' desk. Pan and Bra lunged to set the door aright and put it into place, and Trunks bolted to reorganize his desk. They moved at an almost super saiyan speed and just managed to get everything in order and each of them quickly found the first available seat before the office door slowly crept open.
Bulma walked in smiling. "Trunks, I just wanted to . . ." She momentarily paused seeing the other three people sitting around the office. " . . . Oh! Hi Sweetie. Pan, Goten, I didn't know you were here."
"Hi Mrs. Bulma!" Pan chirped and smiled brightly.
"Hi Mom."
"Hi."
"So, what are you guys up to?" She casually asked.
"Oh nothing much just coming to pay a hard working friend a visit." Goten answered.
"Well, that's nice of you." She smiled at Goten then turned to Trunks. "I just wanted to come let you know that the stock holders requested a meeting to discuss the new CC Prototype. It will be today at 6:00. Can you be there?"
Trunks groaned. If there was one thing he hated the most about his job, it was all the damn meetings. They were, in a word, boring. "I'll do my best. Why the short notice?"
"My prototype is going out early next week, and they wanted to meet before then."
"Why wasn't I informed of this?"
"You were. Don't you read your email?"
"Yes! But, I get like a thousand a day, and Mrs. Thornhill can only do so much to try deciphering through them all. Why didn't you just tell me?"
"I'm telling you now, aren't I? Oh, and it's a dinner meeting so you might want to bring a date."
Trunks sighed.
Pan wanting to ease some of the sudden tension clouding the room spoke up. "What's the new prototype, Bulma?"
"It's a surprise."
Goten jumped in his chair. "Uh! Can I guess?"
Bulma slowly shook her head. 'Leave it to Goten.' "Nope. Because I'm not saying a word about it until tonight."
"But that's not fair. Because I'm not going to the meeting."
She smiled. "You'll find out soon enough."
"Alright." He grumbled.
"Well, I'll see all of you later. I have a lot of things to finish before tonight." Then she quickly made a round to bid each of them farewell. She gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek. She gave her daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek as well. She hugged Pan, but then as Goten stood to give her a big hug, something unfortunate happened. Since Goten was the taller of the two, it required Bulma not only to reach up but to look up as well.
Bulma's gaze sharpened as she spied the whole in her ceiling. She released her hold on Goten and glared at each demi-saiyan in turn. "What the hell happened?" She calmly asked, but none of them missed the edge in her voice.
Bra immediately began chewing on her bottom lip. Trunks would not look in her direction. Pan fidgeted in her seat, and Goten stood there with his arm behind his head, looking every bit like his father did whenever he got into trouble with Chi-Chi.
"Well?" Bulma crossed her arms and began tapping her foot.
"Well, you see . . ." Bra began trying to come up with the right answer.
Bulma continued tapping her foot as she waited for her daughter to come up with any pearl of wisdom.
Pan and Goten started backing towards the door, deciding that a strategic exit was in order.
"Um . . . I just remembered that mom needed me to fly her to . . . uh . . . the . . . uh . . . mall. Yeah, that's it. The mall." Goten stammered.
"Uh . . . yeah and . . . I said I'd . . . uh . . ."
Bulma noticed the two Sons trying to escape. "FREEZE!"
All four demi-saiyans winced, their ears ringing.
Bulma fumed. She knew she was not going to get a straight answer. "I don't care who did it. I don't care how it happened. But! The next time I walk into this office it better be fixed." She yelled then stormed out.
Trunks glared at his two friends. "Traitors."
"Aw, Trunks, we didn't want to desert you. We're just not used to hearing Bulma yelling like you are." Pan sheepishly smiled trying her best to give Trunks an innocent look.
Trunks crossed his arms. "Like dealing with Chi-Chi is any different."
"Well, yeah that's true, but . . . um . . ." She began scratching her head in the typical Son fashion and smirked. "You know. You're right."
Trunks sighed. "Well, this is going to turn out to be a wonderful day. Not only do I have to find a date for that stupid dinner meeting, but I also have to fix a hole in my ceiling before my mother goes on the war path."
"We're sorry, Trunks. We were just bored and thought you could use a little excitement as well." Pan said starting to feel guilty.
Trunks half smiled. "It's okay, Pan." She smiled back at him.
Goten looked up the hole his head created. "Well, since it was my head that busted the ceiling. I'll go find something to patch it for now." He smiled, shook his head a little, laughed to himself, and then walked out the door.
Bra looked at her brother. "We'll let you get back to work. I know you have a busy day ahead of you. See you later." She then walked out calling Pan to follow.
Pan turned back to face her long time friend before walking out as well. "See ya later, Trunks. Good luck tonight."
"Thanks. I need it."
Pan smiled. "Next time I promise to use the front door."
"Pan! You coming?" Bra yelled from the other room.
"Bye, Trunks!" She yelled as she ran to catch up with Bra.
"Bye, Panny." Trunks whispered to his now quiet office.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan and Bra arrived back at Bra's room a few minutes later.
"You're mom looked fit to have kittens."
"I know." Bra smiled then burst out laughing. "Can you believe that happened?"
"Yeah. But, what I'm having a hard time believing is what we heard those two discussing beforehand."
Bra stopped laughing and her eyes widened. "I know. I can hardly believe it myself. My brother and your uncle thinking about settling down that's just scary." She grabbed Pan's shirt and pulled her friend towards her. "What is the world coming to?" She screeched in mock horror.
Now it was Pan's turn to laugh. "Bra, don't be so melodramatic."
Bra looked beseeching. "You mean the world won't be coming to an end. Thank, Dende!" Then she threw her hands up in the air.
Pan laughed harder. "You're really are strange sometimes. You know that."
Bra smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Thanks for noticing."
Pan decided to contain her mirth. "Actually, I don't find this whole situation too precarious. It's not like all of their other friends aren't already married and having children. Hell, Bra, some of our friends are either married or getting married." She sighed. "Us Sons and Briefs seem to be the only ones incapable of jumping on the matrimonial bandwagon."
Bra scratched her head in thought. "Maybe we just need to push each other in the right direction." Then her face once again lit up as she thought of another brilliant idea and this time Pan really dreaded the outcome. "Hey! That's probably it. We've been looking in the wrong place."
"What are you getting at?" Pan cringed seriously fearing the answer.
"Think about it. None of us- you, me, Goten, Trunks- can ever seem to keep a permanent relationship. Why do you think that is?"
Pan scratched her head. "Uh?"
"Pan, don't you realize we can't keep a relationship because the ones we've been in were all wrong for us."
"What do you mean?"
Bra sighed getting exasperated. "Why did you and Mike break up?"
Pan got a sheepish look on her face. "Well, because he could never understand me. He blew a casket one day when he saw me move dad's heavy bookcase in the study with a single hand. I didn't know he was standing in the doorway, and mom needed to clean under it. After that I was so uneasy about showing any of my strength around him that we inevitably grew apart. So I broke it off."
"You see! We can't be with just anyone. We need someone who understands our saiyan side as well as our human."
"That's a little easier said than done I'm afraid."
"Not as hard as you might think." Bra smirked.
"You're not suggesting what I think you are, are you?"
"Oh, come on, every female on the planet, minus a select few myself and mom included, swoons at his feet, so why shouldn't you?"
"Because, it's Trunks!" Pan yelled.
"So. He's single. You're single. He's part saiyan. You're part saiyan. What more do you need?"
"A lot." Pan crossed her arms over her chest.
Bra crossed her arms as well. "You love him don't you?"
"Yeah, but not in the way you are suggesting."
"That's what we are trying to work toward, silly."
"And how, pray tell, is that possible?"
"Simple. We get those two bakas to realize that they couldn't possibly live without us."
"Again. Easier said than done."
"True, but I have an idea to help you and Trunks along."
"Oh really and what about you and Goten?"
"You'll get to help me with that next, but we need to act fast or you'll miss your perfect opportunity to catch Trunks' attention."
"You're not suggesting . . ."
"Yep. You're going to be his date tonight."
"Bra, I'm sure there are plenty of women he already has in mind to ask."
"Pan, you heard him. He's sick of frivolous relationships and that's all any of those women would be if he asked one of them out for tonight
Pan sighed in defeat. She knew Bra was not going to relent anytime soon. She shrugged. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Could she see herself spending the rest of her life with Trunks?
She pondered that for a moment. Yeah. She could. Her eyes lit up at all the possibilities. Trunks is a great friend. Next to Bra and Goten he is her best friend. Isn't that what she's always wanted in a husband. 'A lover who's my best friend.'
But, could she convince him to see her in a different light as well? Would he want to? The thought of rejection was scary as hell, but when had she ever backed down from a challenge. Yes. She could do this, and if it didn't work out then she could at least say she tried. Plus, she really didn't think it would ruin their friendship, if it didn't work out. They have been through too much together to ever let something like this to come between them for very long.
Pan nodded her head in confidence. Yes. She would do this. "Okay, Bra, what do you have in mind to get the ball rolling?"
Bra smirked. "I thought you'd never ask."
Pan smirked back at her.
"I'll worry about setting up this date. You just concern yourself with finding ways to knock my brother off his feet." She then rethought about that last comment. "Well, not literally of course, but I'm sure you knew that."
Pan glanced heavenward and shook her head. No matter what the circumstances some things would never change.
Bra clapped her hands and started rubbing them together. "Alright! Let's get this started."
Pan matched Bra's facial expression. Trunks and Goten had no idea what was about to hit them.
~~~To Be Continued~~~
Okay. That's all of chapter one. I don't know when chapter two will get out. I just got back in school, and I don't have much, if any, free time. So please, don't be surprised if the next update is not until May. I hate to say that, but it's true. *sigh* School does come first. Plus, I didn't just spend $500 of my own money on this semester just to screw up. So please forgive me for not putting fanfiction first. A part of me wishes I could. Gomen nasi.
Well, that's all for now so until next time.
Bye,
Carebear