Rainwater
Chapter 14: Explosions
Rating: R for sexual situations and suggestions, adult topics and language.
WitchyPrincess

Explosions

Do you know what it's like to feel your heart drop from your chest and fall into your knees? For your breath to hitch, for all logical thoughts to fade away, for everything to drift out of your grasp while you try and catch your breath?

To stand and watch the world from a distance, having your ears ring and your stomach clinch in pain? To feels tears prickling in the back of your eyelids, to close your eyes and blink very hard, and not be able to cry?

Do you know what it's like to cry invisible tears and mourn someone you've never known or had? How it feels to have your insides ripped out of you, sliced open, and displayed for everyone to see without being physically damaged? To feel weight press so harshly on your body you think you're going to suffocate to death, and yet, when you look up there's nothing there? Do you know what it's like to drown in your own sorrow?

Do you know what it's like to die and still be alive? To feel your soul drift up and out of your body, feel your hope rise and disappear, feel every good thought and feeling snap and drop inside you in an instant?

I do.

–Bra Briefs
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Waking up was hard, but moving was actually harder. Forcing herself to get out of bed once she'd opened her eyes, forcing herself to get dressed once she'd gotten out of bed, was a chore she didn't think she'd be able to accomplish. Yet, somehow, she managed it.

She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing distantly and feeling her throat squeeze tight again. She hated that feeling, that scorching, sorrowful feeling that announced she wanted to cry but couldn't. She hated the way her eyes burned but nothing ever fell.

She was a monster - only monsters couldn't express how they felt. And she certainly couldn't. That was the only explanation for it. She was a terrible, horrible person who deserved to be alone. After last night, she wouldn't doubt it. This was punishment of some kind.

How could he? She thought bitterly, throwing her face cream at the mirror. The entire thing cracked, starting at the center and spreading all the way to the edges. The cream splattered all over the room, over her face and upper body.

"That's about twenty years bad luck." Bra murmured to herself, breaking into a soft giggle of true anger as she wiped some of the creme off. It wasn't like it mattered. Her whole life had been bad luck. Her entire existence had been some sort of laughing, running joke with the Good Spirits. She was nothing but a comedy to them and last night had been the season finale.

She hated herself. Why had she kissed him? Why had she told him all those things? Why had he seemed as if he liked it only to tell her she was nothing to him in the end? Why had he picked Paris over her when she'd offered her entire self to him?

Why couldn't she hate him?

After last night, he deserved to be hated. Even he knew it, he'd told her she would hate him. But she didn't. She respected him even, because he'd been able to tell her the truth even though she was throwing herself at him. He took the liberty of filling her in before she completely made an ass of herself. He didn't take advantage of her and he didn't cheat on Paris.

But why had he fed her that lie about enjoying it? Why had he looked so damn sorry that he was marrying Paris, if he was happy about it? If he thought Bra was a raving lunatic for throwing herself at him and Paris was the only woman he ever wanted, for the rest of his life.

But before she could even think of any of those things, she needed to know the answer to one question first: why the hell couldn't she hate him?

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He wasn't there when she opened her eyes. She hadn't expected him to be there but the realization hurt more than the assumption had late in the night. They'd somehow found her bed but, when things were over, they'd never touched one another. Not even accidently brushing arms, no contact. He rested rigidly for awhile, looking stricken and as if he were going to be sick, while she drifted off to sleep. And then, she guessed, he left.

She wanted to cry but she didn't have the energy. She was too tired to even be upset with herself. And she couldn't find it in her to be angry with him. This was his fault, she thought sorrowfully. But she couldn't find the part of her that was bitter, that wanted to get revenge, she only wanted to curl up and sleep the pain away.

She never wanted to feel this way again.

But she was afraid she would, was afraid she wouldn't be able to ever say no to him. After last night, she wouldn't be surprised if she never felt the same way about him again. She still felt all tingly inside when she thought of him. And the possibility that he might never touch her again made her want to scream.

Distantly, she began to wonder if Bulma had been right after all. Could you change a man with sexual encounters? Vegita had settled down, hadn't he? And Trunks was certainly more civil and easily attainable than Vegita. If it were possible, maybe she should give it a try.

She tasted the thought as she sat up, pulling the covers with her. Maybe she could make him love her, make him care for her at least. Maybe she could win this, even though she'd promised herself she wouldn't even try. Perhaps it was worth it.

And then she laughed softly at herself and dropped her head back on the pillow. Who was she kidding? She was Pan Son, not some super model. She wasn't even ordinary type pretty. She couldn't seduce Trunks and she definitely couldn't make him love her. The closest she'd ever come was last night, and that was only by some fluke and offending his pride. The same trick wouldn't work twice.

She closed her eyes and tried not to admit how much knowing he'd never want her again hurt. But she couldn't ignore it and the tears slowly trickled past her cheeks as she drifted off to sleep again.

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Everything was fuzzy when she opened her eyes, the world appearing to be upside-down. She was dizzier than she'd ever been in her life, and very confused as to where she was.

The only thing she knew for sure was that someone had their arms wrapped around her. Someone was holding her tightly, softly rubbing one of their hands across her back. She groaned, trying to move away but getting nauseous the second she attempted it.

"Shit," She whispered, closing her eyes abruptly and trying to turn over. Everything was spinning and she was sure that she was going to be sick right where she was. She felt someone lean over her, lifting her head lightly and guiding it. Before she could stop herself, everything in her stomach heaved up and fell out of her.

She thought she heard it land in something solid but she wasn't sure, she dropped her head again before she formed more than one solid thought:

After last night, she'd never take more than one drink of hard liquor when she was upset.

The person was rubbing her back again as she closed her eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

It was brightness that finally disturbed her enough to get her to open her eyes. She squinted, looking towards the window with a grimace, trying to block the sun out. For a moment she couldn't remember where she was or how she'd gotten there. Then she registered that she was in a hotel room somewhere and she wasn't alone. She felt the weight of another person beside her and she groaned.

What had she done last night? Obviously something stupid. She rolled over, her stomach churning in protest as she did so, and looked at the person. Her eyes widened in surprise at who she saw. Panic seized through every bone in her body, she tensed, calmed, then tensed again. She couldn't believe this was happening. Think, Marron, she chided herself. What did you do last night?

She was flirting with a man, she remembered that much. Then Ubuu came and pulled her away. She remembered being happy to see him, remembered that it didn't matter who she was around as long as she was around someone. She remembered being very upset. She also remembered Ubuu undressing her, but after that there was nothing.

Her breath started to come out too quickly as she tried to calm herself. She'd just slept with her best friend. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't have done this. He'd never forgive her, he'd been in love with her for years. But she hadn't ever encouraged it in any way...until last night. She groaned aloud, grabbing her head. What had she done?

This was going to ruin her life. This wasn't just colossal, this was earth-shattering kind of horrible. This was gruesome, not just a little bad. This was devastating. She'd never toyed with Ubuu's emotions before, she'd always been straight-forward with him. She played with all her other friends, guys and girls alike, toying with them, pushing them until they reached their limits, but never Ubuu. There were only two people that she trusted enough to be even slightly civil to. Bra and Ubuu.

Last night Bra had broken that trust concerning her. And, last night, she had done the same to Ubuu. He'd be horrified when he woke up and found out that she was distraught about last night. He'd be heartbroken when he discovered that she didn't really want him.

What was she going to do? Pretend like she didn't remember? That was it, what she'd have to do, everything else was out of the question. Besides, why had he taken advantage of her when she was drunk anyway? Couldn't he see that she was out of her mind? Dende help her, she couldn't remember ever being this scared before in her life.

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Trunks' head was spinning. He was feeling sick to the stomach, guilty. Last night he had been absolutely out of control and he didn't know where to put the blame. But she had just been so damn attractive in that gown - the gown he'd told her to change out of if she didn't want to be ravished - and she'd been so infuriating with her insults. He knew she was pushing him just to get a rise and that thought more than any other was what made him the most upset.

He hadn't expected it to go that far. He thought he'd intimidate her, maybe seduce her a little, into admitting that she loved his hands. Thought he'd make her close her eyes in rapture and leave her high and dry for her teasing. But when his hands had touched her skin again he couldn't make them stop. They had a mind of their own. And she'd complied so completely, he couldn't have stopped it if she'd begged him. In fact, the begging might have egged him on a little because he'd have known she wouldn't have really meant it.

She wanted him more than he wanted her, he thought. He'd felt it last night when he was with her. Felt it when he touched her; when he moved inside her, she'd gotten lost in him. And he'd relished in it. He'd actually relished in the idea of it. What had come over him? He honestly didn't know.

Just thinking about how Pan belonged to him now made him want to go to her, made him want to run his hands over her again, make her whimper his name again. It made him crazy, restless. He hadn't slept at all last night. Not even after, in Pan's room. How could he sleep, he couldn't even look at himself? He didn't know what she'd done to him but he wished she hadn't. His every thought had been about her. Her touch vividly emblazoned in his mind. He couldn't imagine working with her now, knowing where her office was and not going to her. He couldn't imagine being anywhere near her now.

He couldn't imagine being away from her either.

The worst part was, they hadn't resolved anything. Except the fact that they each still wanted to sleep together. That mistakes did get repeated by stupid people, without thought of consequence. But, oh, how he wanted her still.

How could he want her still? Twice he'd slept with her, both times drastically different, each equally disastrous. How could he still want her?

He knew how. It was the way she touched him. The way she ran her hands along his skin. The way she felt. The way she cried out to him, softly begging him to love her without saying the words. It was how much she needed him. He was feeding off of it. He loved the fact that she loved him, that she couldn't hide it when he touched her like that. He'd never felt that kind of love from anyone before. He'd never come in contact with that strong, unconditional, instinctual desire before. No one had ever touched him the way she did, made him feel the way she did, because no one knew him like she did.

And he was sucking it out of her like a vampire. He was stealing her love for him and using it up. He was using her. Kami that made him incredibly sick. But how was he supposed to fight off something this big? Especially when she was so willing, so needing?

This was far too big for either one of them to ignore. He had a feeling that, if he couldn't control himself, he'd see her again tonight.

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Pan drug her bags down the stairs, head still reeling even though she'd been calm most of the afternoon. She was just glad it was time to leave, she didn't want to see anyone and she didn't want to have to explain why she'd been missing in action all day. She just wanted to go home, go to bed, and forget about every wonderful feeling Trunks had ever inspired in her.

She couldn't wait to get off these islands and away from everyone. She didn't think she'd ever be able to face Trunks again and not blush; just thinking of working in the same building as him made her knees weak with want. At least, she thought wryly, she didn't feel dirty anymore. Now she only felt empty because she missed his touch. Empty because she'd never feel it again. Empty because she wanted him to love her more than anything else she'd ever wanted in her life. This was even worse than the first time she thought she was in love with him. Now she knew what it was like to touch him and have him return it ten-fold.

No one had ever done to her what he'd done last night. She didn't even know what to call it, only that it would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. She only knew that everyone else she was ever with, no matter who it was or how long from now it happened, would be nothing compared to Trunks. And no one would ever live up to Trunks' image, it wasn't possible. In fact, she couldn't even imagine being intimate with anyone else all of a sudden. For some reason, the very thought of anyone else touching her, after last night, made her feel sick to the stomach.

Dear Dende, Trunks had ruined her. She'd never be able to look at another man now. What on Earth was she going to do?

Before she had the chance to pursue that line of thought, she found herself down the stairs and in the lobby. Bra and Marron were already there, just standing with their hands on their hips. Marron was wearing sunglasses, for some reason, inside the lobby but Pan could tell she was upset about something. Not that Pan cared. Served Marron right after being such a bitch last night.

"Pan, you and I are riding with Ubuu to the airport. You and I are sitting together on the plane too." Bra informed her, a bitter, biting tone to her voice as she filled her in. Pan raised an eyebrow, looking from Bra to Marron with slight confusion–Marron and Bra had been sitting together, Goten and Ubuu in the other compartment–but didn't question it. She wouldn't have to see Trunks and that was all she asked.

"Fine." Pan agreed, nodding her head.

"You can't do that, Bra." Pan nearly jumped out of her skin as she swung around, giving Ubuu a nasty glare. She hadn't known he was behind her, some kind of warning would have been nice.

"And just why not?" Bra asked, using the tone that most people didn't challenge. It even made Pan feel a little uneasy. Something was wrong...

"You know why. Our tickets have seat numbers on them and we have to sit where we're supposed to." He replied, voice coming out easy as he walked around Pan, picking up her bag along the way.

"It's my jet and I'll sit where I want, with who I want. And I want to sit with Pan, on the other side of the plane. Do you have a problem with that?" She questioned, a blue eyebrow coming up in challenge. Ubuu sighed, taking her bag and throwing a quick glance at Marron. The blonde girl blushed and shifted her gaze to the floor, wringing her hands nervously. Pan watched with interest as Ubuu rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"No, no problem at all. Do what you want." And then he walked out of the lobby with the bags without a second glance. Without taking Marron's bag.

Okay, Pan thought, connecting one and two. Obviously Marron and Ubuu were having a dispute of some sort. And, for some reason, Marron was highly embarrassed about whatever it was. Pan wondered if she wasn't the only one that did something stupid last night. The thought made her chuckle slightly, a little sardonically because it really wasn't funny at all.

Bra gave her a quizzical look but Pan only shook her head and looked away as if it were nothing at all. "Well, let's go get in our car, Pan. Before the others come down."

Pan knew exactly who Bra meant when she said 'others' because of the way she spat the word out. She was referring to Goten. Either him or Trunks, and Bra didn't mean Trunks. She'd never looked that upset over her brother before. Now Pan knew two things: Ubuu and Marron were at it and so were Goten and Bra. Oh yes, lots had happened yesterday that was yet to be revealed.

"So, you going to tell me what happened now or later?" Pan questioned, eyes sparkling at being able to forget her own problems.

"Later," Bra informed her, tone still biting. "And I'll wait until you tell me what bit you in the ass first." She finished, sending an evil, twisted sort of smirk Pan's way.

"I don't know what you're talking about Bra." Pan denied, pushing hair behind her ear and starting to walk forward, towards the door.

"That's why you look like such shit?" Bra questioned bluntly, making Pan wince and Marron chuckle. "And don't you even start, Marron," Bra turned to Marron, her eyes stingingly accusing. "You look worse than she does."

"So? I had a rough night."

"Yeah, I bet. Picking up another stray, no doubt." Pan stopped, turning as she pushed the door open so that she could see Marron's face. The girl was frowning, clearly trying not to react.

"No stray." Marron answered smoothly, her tone suggesting there was more to the story. "Not that, after yesterday, it's any of your business." She shot back.

Pan pushed out the door, trying not to laugh again over something that wasn't funny. But this was just too great. She was watching Bra and Marron's friendship fall all apart and she had been the cause of it. So now, not only had she slept with a guy - twice, mind you - whom she meant absolutely nothing to, but she was also in the process of ruining life long bonds between friends. Go Pan! She rooted herself on thinking about how her parents would respond if they knew exactly how screwed up she was.

"Hey, hey, you two." Pan intervened while walking ahead of them. "Let's play nice."

"Don't tell me," Bra ignored Pan, both her and Marron stopping once they reached the middle of the street to glare at each other. "That you're still mad about yesterday." She said it as if that were the stupidest, most petty thing Marron could ever admit to.

"And why wouldn't I be? You called me a slut. And, in case you just missed it, you insinuated it again a minute ago." Marron was talking a little louder than was necessary, her hands finding her hips again as she leaned forward to talk to Bra. "You know what your problem is, Bra?" Marron challenged, clearly going to tell Bra whether she wanted to hear it or not.

"No, please enlighten me. What's my problem?"

"You think you're perfect. And you hate it when people catch that you're not, so to cover up your flaws you pick on other people." She responded haughtily.

"I pick on other people? Marron, what the hell do you call what you were doing yesterday to Pan?" Bra challenged, her eyes flashing dangerously as her own volume increased. "It certainly wasn't you being an angel."

"That's different." Marron dismissed casually, not even turning to glance at Pan who was watching the whole encounter.

"How?" Bra questioned indignantly. "And who's flaw did I pick on to cover up mine? And what flaw of mine am I covering up?"

"You're the most insecure, uncertain person I've ever met in my life and that's what you were trying to cover up. Don't pretend like you don't know what you said to me was uncalled for."

"Oh, I'm the insecure one but you run from person to person every chance you get without a second thought. Then I'm out of line when I call you a slut." Bra shook her head, crossing her arms and glaring up at the blonde. "I can't believe you would say that to me and actually believe it."

"You know what? I don't have time for this. You don't want me to cut you down, not really Bra. You'd be crying if I fought back against you right now. And do you know why? Because," She continued without even thought of pause for Bra to respond. "I know more than you give me credit for, much more. I see things, and you know it, that other people don't see. And I see what you're trying to cover up, no matter what you say. I know why you left Japan; you lied to me about that, by the way. And the sad part is, for a moment I believed you.

"And I know why you're taking up for Pan all of a sudden. When months ago you wouldn't have even cared for the girl's well being at all, now you're her best friend and, for some reason, you've decided to leave me out in the cold. But that's okay because I know what you really are. I know what your real motive is. And once you have him, if you ever get him, you won't look twice at Pan again. Unless she actually manages, by some odd twist of fate, to make Trunks see her the way she's wanted him to for ages – which I doubt she'll be able to do – and legally becomes your sister. Not that Pan is innocent, mind you, she's been using you for your brother just like you were using her.

"So you know what? The both can have each other. Both of you can stab each other in the back with silver daggers for all I care. I'll take hard liquor, some guy I don't know, and a hangover over best friends who lie to my face any day." With that she smirked, pivoted on her heel, and walked over to the waiting car that she would be riding in without a backward glance.

Bra simply stood there, evil scowl permanently set on her face, eyes darker than the bottom of the ocean as she tried to control her temper. Finally, she broke, her eyes flashing lightning before she took off into a run past Pan, towards Marron's car.

It only took a second before Pan reacted, her own dark eyes widening in shock as she realized Bra was angry. Not just slightly, but really pissed. And she was about to take that anger out on her former best friend's face. Pan took off after her, catching her before she could reach the handle of Marron's car door, pulling her back. Bra shook in her arms, growling and yelling for Pan to let her go.

"Get off me!" She screamed, face turning red as she rocked her body in Pan's arms.

"Calm down. You can't fight her."

"No? You were in this position yesterday and someone pulled you away. How did you like it?" Bra spat back, still trying to get out of Pan's death grip.

Pan pursed her lips together, unable to answer. Not only because, in truth, she had liked being held by who was doing the holding back, but also because she'd really wanted to get her hands around Marron's neck. And she was tempted, very tempted, to let Bra go and see what would happen. By this time, Marron had realized Bra's intent as well and was stepping out of the car, scant centimeters away from Bra's reaching fingers.

"What, Bra?" Marron questioned, emboldened because Pan had a grip over the crazed Saiyan. "You going to hit me now?" She taunted.

"As soon as Pan gets the hell off me!" She screamed, lurching forward in Pan's arms and getting a slight touch of Marron's hair before Pan pushed back, moving Bra further away.

"Bra," Pan chastised, no real disappointment in her voice. In truth, she wanted Bra to hit her, at least this would be close to a fair fight. No, that wasn't true. Pan had been training Bra, the girl was Saiyan, and she was angry; there was no contest, Marron would be killed.

Ubuu was out of the other car now, leaning against it with a smirk on his face, not even attempting to tell Bra to calm down. Not even pretending that he didn't want her to hit Marron right across the face. That was all the encouragement Pan needed, as she looked over at the smirk on Ubuu's face, she couldn't resist. She stepped back a few paces, pulling Bra with her - to give Marron the chance to run away first - and then released the girl. She heard double yells from behind Bra and knew instantly that the 'others' had made it in time to see part of the explosive argument between the two older girls.

"Don't let her go, Pan!" She could make out her uncle's voice as she turned her eyes in his direction, watching as he started in their direction at a run. Pan's eyes widened in feigned innocence as she pretended not to understand what he was telling her not to do. Then, as she 'realized' what he'd said, she shrugged and sighed. Too late now, she thought evilly as she saw Marron take off toward Ubuu to get away from Bra's rage.

"Don't run, you bitch, we weren't through talking yet." Bra yelled after her, chasing her. This time, Pan did laugh.

Trunks was running after both of them, not even bothering to chastise Pan, and caught Marron first. He sheltered her, pushing her behind him and folding his arms, taking a firm stance in front of the blonde as his sister neared. His face was set in a deep frown as Bra approached, eyebrow raised as he silently challenged his sister to defy his silent command. Touch her and pay the consequences, Pan could nearly hear Trunks say as she watched the scene unfold.

She frowned slightly, realizing Marron wasn't going to get hers at this moment, and tried to hold in her disappointed groan. She failed and every one of the five heads watching the scene unfold turned and stared at her, as if this were somehow her fault. "What?" She asked defensively.

"Why did you let her go?!" Three voices yelled instantly, two sets of different blue eyes, one set of dark brown, glaring at her. Trunks, Marron, and Goten.

"Oh, please, Marron. I gave you a running start." Pan shoved it off with a wave of her hand, trying not to smirk. "Besides, I wouldn't do you the injustice Marron. A devious bitch like yourself, this might have been as close as you'd ever get to a real spanking. And we both know you've needed one for years." Pan smirked lightly and walked passed all of them, heading to the car Ubuu was leaning against. She didn't have time for this. But her steps faltered as she heard Trunks' next words.

"You're such a vindictive child, Pan. Ever heard the expression, turn the other cheek?"

It took a moment for the sting of his words to register. But when it did, her whole body tensed in anger. How dare he call her a child? Especially after...

"This," She started angrily as she spun on her heels to give him a nasty frown. "Is none of your business. And you're the last one that should be calling anyone vindictive, Trunks-San. Your temper's the worst I've ever come across." She explained, voice edgy as she bit her bottom lip, tone insinuating more than her words spoke, reminding his lapsing mind of last night's encounters.

"I'm only angry," He started to explain, walking so that he was closer to her. "Around aggravating people. Small wonder you always see me when I'm in a bad mood."

This was a direct attack because of last night and she recognized it for what it was. "You're not always in a bad mood," She teased, voice going soft as she looked up at him, heart pounding furiously from anger and hurt.

"Really?" He asked lightly, brow wrinkling. "Because you're always aggravating. Funny." He was still walking closer to her, glaring. Her breathing hitched as she bit harder on her lip, feeling the skin puncture.

Everyone was watching them argue, in the middle of the street, as Pan clenched her hands into fists at her side and tried to calm her raising ki. She had to find her breath. She had to keep her cool. She had to try and not kill him, it wouldn't do her any good to attack him.

"Well," She continued as her voice raised from the deadly whisper she was using before. "Maybe you wouldn't think so if you weren't so damn self righteous. But I guess asking you to change would be like asking pigs to fly, excuse the cliche."

"And maybe I wouldn't be so self-righteous if you proved just a tad bit interesting." He bit back.

"Or Maybe, just maybe, if you weren't such a cold-hearted, unfeeling son-of-a-bitch, I wouldn't have to be so aggravating and uninteresting. Did you ever think of that?" She questioned, exaggerating each degrading word, becoming louder as the sentences progressed. He was right up to her at this point, staring down with cold, unblinking blue eyes.

"Or maybe you were just born that way and never changed."

"Excuse me," Marron interrupted as Trunks and Pan stared each other down in silence. "But am I the only one that missed it or not? I mean, what the hell are you two fighting about? I know, at least, that Bra and I had a legitimate reason to be at each other. Maybe even for Pan to be involved, but...this is just...?" She blinked, hands on hips as she tried to figure them out. "Well, it's strange."

"Nothing." Trunks supplied, eyes still hard as he looked at Pan, right in the eyes so that she understood his hidden meaning. "We're fighting over nothing. That's all it was."

"Well," Pan's voice was sickly sweet and flat as she picked up where Trunks had left off. "Good riddance then. To this whole fucking island, good riddance! Now can we go the hell home?" She yelled angrily, turning around again and shoving Ubuu out of the way of the car door violently as she climbed in without waiting for a response. Good thing too, because Bra, Marron, Ubuu, and Goten were standing with their mouths open, brows furrowed in confusion, and were in no shape to make comments.

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When they arrived at the airport, the other four waited as Trunks and Pan boarded the jet first, each giving the others meaningful glances. They lingered a little longer than Trunks and Pan, Ubuu taking the initiative to mention what everyone else was thinking.

"Now, was it just me," He started, giving each of them a blank, slightly confused look. "Or could everyone else feel the sexual tension bouncing in the air during Trunks and Pan's argument?" Both the girls frowned, glaring at each other but not bothering to answer, as Goten chuckled and nodded his head.

"No, Ubuu, it definitely wasn't just you." They each shrugged, hesitating a bit more before they boarded the jet, Goten muttering, "I wonder what it was all about."

To be continued...

sidenote: This chapter wasn't edited, so please forgive the errors. I'm sorry I updated like, fifty minutes too late for it to be technically "Friday" but, I was out all day so try and forgive me. Anyway, next week we'll be back on regular schedule unless messes up or I lose the internet or... you know.