all right first chapter is up! to all who reviewed. thanks. but you need to read the fine print. my "first chapter" was only a teaser, nothing more. it was not the real chapter, this one is. so enjoy. and please review.

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"LOVE IS LIKE A SPIDERWEB WITH LOTS OF FLIES TRAPPED IN IT."

-VEGETA

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Chapter One

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Goten Son loved three things in life: food, fighting, and most of all Bra. Which would explain why he was kissing her in the middle of a hallway in the Capsule Corp Mansion.

Bra Briefs broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. "I love you," she whispered.

"And I love you," he dutifully replied as he nibbled on her ear. "But I still don't see why we should hide it from the world."

Bra closed her eyes. She sighed as the never-ending argument between the two began again.

"Please, Bra. Why can't we tell? I feel wrong kissing you behind everyone's backs. We've been together for three years." Goten brushed back Bra's blue hair. He loved this woman more than life itself.

"Three years, one month and six days," she murmured into his chest.

"What?"

"Never mind, Goten."

"Why can't we tell?" he asked again. "Just what is so wrong with people knowing we are going out. I want people to know I love you and cherish you with all my heart and soul."

"Goten, listen," stammered Bra. She was nervous, not knowing where this conversation was heading.

" I want to marry you, Bra, spend my entire life with you. We are both mature enough, and such. We have steady jobs and incomes. I want a family; I'm ready to settle down."

"Goten, I've told you I'm just not ready." Bra always fell back onto the same good excuse. She did not even falter during Goten's decree. After all, how many times had he promised to marry her, yet never actually proposed?

"Screw that! What are you talking about? That's your only excuse. It's not good enough anymore. If you weren't ready to settle down and have a family then you would have never let me fuck you!"

That word was so crude, it made all of the nights she and Goten had slept together nothing more than a primitive act. Bra's head jerked up in surprise, her eyes wide. Goten, never swore, not ever.

"Goten, please! I just don't want them to know!" She tried to pull his head down for another kiss, but Goten pulled away. Anger flashed in his eyes.

"I'll give you a week to think of a better reason then that."

"If I can't?" she asked hesitantly. Bra buttoned her shirt closed, wondering when the buttons had come undone.

"Then this ends." With that said Goten walked away leaving Bra alone with desperate thoughts of how she could tell him the truth.

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Trunks Briefs stopped doing crunches. He was alone in the gym room, and Goten had left to go get drinks, hopefully beers, an hour and a half ago. Trunks thought it was taking a little long, but one never knew with Goten.

Out of the dozen of rooms in the mansion, the gym was his favorite. Here, Trunks could work out any frustration from the office, and feel like he was not almost thirty and still living at home. The gym was a muscle man's dreams come true with all of the latest equipment and weights ranging from three pounds to over one hundred.

Today, Trunks was trying to sweat away the reasons why he hated working at Capsule Corporations. Why he did not just quit and move far away. Why did he take the bloody job in the first place when he never wanted it.

Trunks moved to do his pushups. Counting aloud so he would not forget where he was, Trunks pushed all thoughts away from his mind. "Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine…"

A few moments later the gym door opened and a fuming Goten walked in.

Trunks looked up, "Finally! I thought you had gotten lost on your trip to the fridge," he said. "I'm so thirty, the Dead Sea is starting to look yummy."

He looked at Goten's empty hands. "Hey, where are the beers? I thought that's why you left."

"Shut up, Trunks. Just shut the fuck up."

Trunks stopped doing his pushups, his body frozen in mid-position, surprise evident on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just want to beat something up, bad."

Trunks smiled, a promising challenge was at hand. "Well, I'm ready to be your punching bag."

Goten's eyes narrowed and flashed with anger. "Die bastard," was all he said and Trunks attacked, saying, "You know that can't be an insult when it's the honest truth that I am."

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"Good-bye Pan!" said a petite blond, trying not to cry.

"Hey, Tina. I'll be back at the end of next spring." Pan Cassindey hugged her friend back. God, how she was going to miss her friends! "Bye, Rita. See ya, Aaron and Cale." She received hugs from them all.

"Enjoy working for Capsule Corp.!" said Rita, Pan's best friend and roommate. "Send me a post card."

"I will-"

Pan was cut off when the intercom turned on and a monotone voice called out. "Flight 214 has arrived. All passengers please board."

"Guess I should get moving." Pan did not move, she did not want to leave her home in Chicago and everything she knew just to go work for some ass-hole president of another monopolizing company.

"Hey, you're going to miss your flight," Rita reminded her, giving Pan one last hug.

"Bye, all." Pan willed her self not to cry.

She presented her ticket to the attendant and just before entering the plane, waved to her friends. They waved back.

Pan walked down the aisle looking for her seat, E-3. She found it and after putting her carry bag into the overhead compartment sat down.

An overly large man had the seat next to Pan. "Hello, miss!" he said. "Looks like we'll be sitting next to each other for the next few hours. I'm Peter."

"I'm Pan," she replied shaking his hand. She could not help but grin, this one seemed to be very nice and would be a fine flying companion.

Immediately a woman with a two-year old boy, sat down next to her. The woman looked down at Pan, sniffed, and said to her son, "Johnny, you be a good boy!"

Johnny nodded.

Pan believed she was going to have a very nice flight, the woman may have been a bit snobbish, but she could have cared less. Peter was a funny man already cracking jokes and stories to help pass the time, and Pan was going off on an adventure.

She turned to Peter, "Why are you going to Rhode Island?"

"Well, Pan, the story is quit funny how this trip came along. Let me tell you, I have this business matter and-"

"Johnny, you come back here this instant! Leave the first class alone! Johnny! Johnny! Johnny! Mother wants you to come back! Do you hear me!"

The passengers groaned this was going to be a very long flight.

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Pan looked around her new home for the next few years. It was pristine and sterilized. Now how could she make this look place look beautiful and lived in? She came up with a few ideas as she unpacked.

It was only going to take a few hours before Pan was unpacked and the flat looked loved and lived in. Pan smiled, it was time for bed, all that packing and unpacking was a killer.

Falling into bed still fully clothed, Pan closed her eyes and slept easily. She had arrived.

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