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The traffic flowed through the central part of town, the shops lining the inner streets. I couldn't help, but watch her face grow pale as we past several cars resembling Trunks'. But she didn't make a motion of fear or crying, just helplessness. I rolled the wheel with one hand, turning the car into a parking structure. The neon lights above us flickered; I spun the wheel again pulling into a parking place next to a black Jetta. The keys jangled as I clicked the keys, shutting off the ignition.
I sat back staring at her. She had tied her hair up so it stayed out of her face while they were driving. Her ebony ponytail rested on her shoulder, covering up the tanned skin of her shoulder. The sun glistening in her brown eyes; I felt a pain in my chest moving quickly to my stomach. A piece of her hair floated up with the breeze landing on her swollen lips. My hand lifted, not even hesitating brushed the strand away, her gaze following suit. "Beautiful."
Her pink cheek pressed into my palm, a tear grazing against the tip of my thumb. "Pan?" The pain was throbbing slowly, but gaining speed. The beat was so strong. I leaned in capturing her lips. I nibbled at her lower lip, her lips parting obliging my entry. I move back in a feathered stroke before tasting her.
"Goten?" My eyes snapped open. The flickering lights hummed above, matching the ringing of blood in my ears. I could feel my face a flame, but I wondered if I was as red as one. Pan sat there her poised in front of my face, trying to shake me out of my trance with her waving hands. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit…lost." I choked back a groan as my mind slipped back into its trance. "Yeah, I was a bit gone for a moment. Sorry." Her lips curled into an amused grin, raising one of her obsidian brows at me.
"You sure you don't need a rest?" She laughed before swinging her door open and stepping out stretching. "It really is beautiful today, don't ya think?" I nodded almost robotically. "Yeah, sure is." The car vibrated when she slammed the door.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Hmm?" I was a bit shocked at her voice, but I was a bit more shaken at being caught off guard. "You look as bad as I feel."
"Sorry I just had the weirdest…" My stare floated to her bottom lip that she was chewing on. "Idea."
"What?" It took me a moment before I understood what she was asking about. "I was thinking we should get you a new top, you look a bit trashy." She laughed at the sarcasm, throwing me a better-take-that-back look on top of it.
"You're starting to sound like Bra." I sighed, exiting the car as well. "You have no idea." I moved around the backside, reaching her.
"How are you two anyway?" I grimaced peering out into the street, as a white hovercraft rear-ended the blue one stopped in front of it. "Fine."
"Your sure?" The driver in the blue hovercraft leaned out screaming something vulgar at the one in the white. The one in the white retaliated throwing coffee at the other. "Yes."
"Well, that's cool. It's nice to see a couple surviving these days." I couldn't help but look down at her skeptically. "What?" She looked up at my impatiently, but when my gaze didn't move she shrank down. "What?"
"Nothing, let's go, huh?" I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
We stopped in at several clothing shops first; she shuddered every time we passed one with dresses in the window. I would laugh and guide her over to the men's; shops and she'd hurry ahead of me into the store. Finally I found a store that we both agreed upon.
"You suck at this Uncle." She nailed me in the leg with a .60 cal, my health dropping 10 points.
"Shove it Pan." I had no ammo left and I was trapped behind a box. "If this were real life, I'd-"
"You'd what cry and run." The glowing blue grenade rain bowed over the box sticking to my back. It exploded throwing my corpse across the arena. "Player 1 wins." The computer echoed.
"Boo YAH!"
"Pan stop show boating, you'll make your Uncle feel lowly." My eyes narrowed on the screen. Shit, I didn't even know she was there. Though I should have guessed, she practically lives here. Bra and I hadn't spoken in several weeks, thanks to her spouts of paranoia. I pressed my lips into a straight line forcing a smile.
"Hi hon." She looked like a viper about to prey on its victim, her intended victim being myself.
"Hi sweetie. I'm surprised to see you here." I felt Pan's hand squeeze mine, in urgency. I felt her ki drop, I lightly squeezed hers back in understanding. Last thing she needed right now was to see us fighting. "Oh, hey Pan. What happened to you last night? You like disappeared." I looked over at Pan, who looked like death warmed over.
"I called her last night. I wasn't sure I had anything for Bulma's party tonight." Bra glanced over at Pan, brushing her aquamarine hair out of her eyes. "Oh, well, ya should have at least let me know. I mean-" From inside Bra's purse, her cell phone beeped. "Oh crap." She unzipped the pink silk heart shaped accessory, pulling out her small silver phone. "What's up? Oh hey Ma. No, I'm looking for one right now… I don't know…I'll ask." She covered the mouthpiece looking up at me. "Be there at 8 okay. Oh, and Pan you coming?" He head made a nodding gesture. "Cool, oh, and maybe you could bring a date. See ya there." I followed the sway of my girlfriend's hips out the door of the store and into the busy lobby floor of the mall.
I've been dating Bra, for three years now. I fell in love with her as miss cute and cuddly pop princess when she was a mere 18, myself 29. I really did love her, and Dende knows I still do now, though I'm beginning to see the faults. Between the paranoia, jealousy, controlling, demon like qualities she has inherited from her mother and father, she can definitely throw me for a spin.
Though with her exceptional "assets", and bubbly nature it's hard for me as a male not to still cling to her. Those aren't exactly the most romantic reasons for staying with a person, but I can't help but feel an obligation to stay with her and pathetic ness without her. As Trunks says it's just a bad case of being pussy whipped, and yes it probably is, but I can't help but feel more than a love struck schoolboy craving for her. Seriously those hips could break me, and that casually sexy deep blue ocean stare has me a puppy dog sitting at its master's side.
Pan tugs at my sleeve, calling me to her attention. Speaking of puppy dogs and stares, look at this cutie. My niece, she's grown up to say the least. Bra may have inherited some amazing genes, you really couldn't say much different about Pan. Perfect hourglass shape, an amazingly open needing chestnut gaze, and ebony strands of silk grazing her shoulders to top it off. To anyone else she seemed like a chick who would be several notches in a bedpost; though knowing how deadly she was that was very unlikely, but to me she was the perfect partner in crime. The human metaphor for a rose: beautiful but deadly.
Now as she stared at me blankly, fear rising from her skin, I couldn't help but have thoughts to make me feel, well, not very uncle like.
"Goten, can we leave?" I smiled trying to ease her.
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry anyways." My stomach growled on cue. Thank you Dende. I watched her lips curl up into a grin her arm snaking around mine.
"You read my mind."
