Some things are Better Meant Sober
They had gotten word that the potion was nearly complete, they had to just wait one more day. Pan was very excited. She couldn't wait to have her normal life back. She was getting sick and tired of all this paper work. Sure she got it, but it was just so much!
Sighing out of boredom, she reached for a pen and pulled the pants leg back to see her new shin. Popping off the cap, she pressed the ink to her skin and began making doodles. When there was a giant flower, squiggles, and curly cues, she heard a knock on the door."Hm? Who is it?" she called out.
"It's me, dude, now open up."
Pan recognized the voice as Goten's. "Come in."
Goten opened the door and came in with his same goofy smile. "Yo, how about you take the rest of the-" He stopped when he saw Pan's leg with drawings over it. "Um, run out of paper?"
"Ah!" She quickly covered it up, "Um, never mind that. What were you going to say?"
Goten shook his head. Trunks was weird nowadays. "I was wondering if you wanted to take the rest of the day off and go out to Pinaka's with me?"
Pan blinked. She wasn't sure what Pinaka was, but it seemed that Trunks was familiar with it so she pretended to be. "Sure, I'll tell my secretary." She got up and walked out the door to her Trunks' assistant office.
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Damn, all he wanted to do was all day was nothing, but here was degrading himself by, what? Cleaning toilets. Trunks grumbled as he added more cleaner inside the bowl. His long black hair, Pan's hair, was tied in a ponytail and held back with the old faithful orange bandana. He'd rather be at the office doing inventory by himself than dealing with Videl's neat-freak rampage. At least Gohan had been smart and said he was working over time at his job.
Trunks sighed as he flushed the water. That had been his third time cleaning the toilet, each time Videl picked out the most tiniest of spot and told him to do it again.
"Are you done?"
Trunks saw Videl lean against the doorway with a basket of folded laundry. "Yeah, and this time I got it good."
"I'll be the judge of that." She put down the basket and walked over to the porcelain throne with her nose only an inch away from the surface as she scanned it.
Trunks swallowed. He didn't want to clean anymore, and he definitely didn't want to clean the same thing over and over again. His hands were pruney and they smelled like Comet.
"You did a good job this time," Videl said as she straightened up. "You can take a break, the house is nearly clean." Nearly! Trunks had made this house shine! "Why don't you see what Bra is up to?"
He laughed nervously, "U-Um, that's okay." I really don't want to be hanging out with my sister. "I think I'm just going to go out for a while."
But then the phone downstairs started ringing. "Sweetie, will you get that?"
"Yeah, hold on." Trunks walked down the stairs and answered it on the fourth ring. "Son residence, Pan speaking."
"Trunks?"
Trunks jumped. He didn't recognize the voice, and how did this person know who he really was? "Um, excuse me?"
"It's me, Dende."
"Dende? You have a phone?"
"Well, it was probably better than meeting you. The potion is ready."
Trunks smiled widely, "Serious? That's awesome!"
"You and Pan better get here and drink it quickly though. I've read that in an hour, it will be useless."
"Then I better find her. We'll see you there."
"Alright."
Trunks hung up, feeling lighter than air. This was it. It was all going to be over today, and then they would never have to think about all the embarrassing things they had to go through. He could sing, but he'd rather get in touch with Pan.
He dialed his office's number and on the third ring, his secretary answered. "Capsule Corporations, how may I help you?"
"Hey, can I speak to Mr. Breifs?"
"He took the rest of the day off with his friend."
Trunks rolled his eyes. So Pan was taking it easy, like that was new to him. "Do you know where they went?"
"I believe they went to Packo's, or Penguins, or Pink Panther's..."
Trunks blinked, "Um, what?"
"Some bar, he always goes there every Tuesday."
"Pinaka's!"
"That's the one. May I leave a- "
But Trunks hung up and was dashing out the door. He got into the family car and drove off. Why would Pan go to a bar! She was underage! Well, not technically. He growled as he gripped the steering wheel.
"You better not be doing something stupid, Pan!"
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"Um, Trunks," Goten said, "I think you've had enough to drink."
"Don't you tell me I've had too much to frink!" Pan snapped at him with a slurred voice before she started laughing histerically. "Ha Ha! I totally said 'frink'! Ha Ha!"
Goten felt so embarrassed. Trunks only had one margarita and half a beer. That wasn't usually enough to get him drunk. "All right, maybe we should get you home. You are definitely going to be hung over tomorrow."
Pan shook her head, "I can totally take care of myself, but you might have to be the DF."
"DF?"
Pan nodded, laughing. "Yeah, designated flyer." She started laughing histerically again. "Dude, we can fly! We should totally become superheroes!" Goten was so embarrassed. Thank Dende it was just them in the bar and the bartender. Not many people came here on Tuesdays. "Do you think I would cute in tights?"
"Uh..."
"I could totally pass for Wonder Woman."
"W-Wonder Woman!" Goten repeated.
Pan laughed again, "Oops, I totally forgot! Sorry, thought I was a woman there for a second."
Goten jumped with his eye twitching. "Wh-What the heck is wrong with you"
Then there was a loud disturbance near the entrance. "Please miss! You aren't allowed in here without ID."
Trunks pushed past the bartender and marched up to the table where Pan and Goten were at. Goten jumped when he saw what he thought was his niece.
"Pan! What are you doing here! You can't drink!" Goten snapped at him.
Trunks' chest swelled. He looked over at Pan, who was totally wasted. "Why are you letting him get that drunk!" he snapped back at him, using Pan's angry crazy woman voice that made Goten duck in his seat. "He's so drunk he can barely stand! How could you let him do that!"
Goten blinked, "Pan, he's nearly thirty! He can drink."
"Ooh, karaoke," Pan said as she skipped off.
"Look, if you see how drunk he is, you shouldn't let him embarrass himself that badly?"
"I think he can take care of himself, Pan."
"What are you talking about? Just look at hi-" Trunks stopped when he saw that Pan was gone. "Oh no! Where is she!"
"Hey Mickey! You so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind! Hey Mickey!" Pan was singing.
"Gah!" Goten and Trunks both shouted.
Pan continued singing. "Oh Mickey what a pity, you don't understand. You take me by the heart, and you take me by the hand. Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand? It's guys like you, Mickey!"
Trunks was shaking with embarrassment and anger. Damn you, Pan. He marched up to the stage and took her arm. "C'mon, princess, we're leaving."
"Catch me!" Pan shouted before she jumped off the stage and landed on Trunks.
(A/N): Hey guys, just so you know, Pan was singing 'Hey Mickey' by Tony Bastil, a song I don't own.