Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball anything or ever will. Maybe. wink. I also don't own "Sing, Sing, Sing" by Louis Prima or "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday.
A/N: I am definitely not in a very happy mood. But writing will hopefully make me better.
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When we last left off...
Trunks put his arm around her covering her from the wind. "Let's go inside before the girl's catch a bad cold." In the gang went but little did they know that for a whole day, surprises would pop out in every direction that they would turned.
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Walking into Swingin', a very popular jazz restaurant, all four of them began snapping to the up beat music that the live band provided. They were escorted to a table near the dance floor where they had a good view and their own privacy. Jazz, the repetition of the bass rhythm, the screaming of trumpets, the fast notes of saxophones, and the shoo-ba-da-bop that courses through everyone's veins. It used to be known as immoral music, supposedly threatening the old values in culture. But something about jazz makes the player and dancer withdraw to that happy place where they let music fill up the gaps and holes that make up their souls.
The gang sat around a black circular table and stared out into the dance floor. There they saw couples moving their hips, kicking their legs, and spinning, grins plastered on their faces. They studied them, memorizing the veterans moves so later on, they would dance. The server brought over the day's main entree of Chartreuse of Chicken and Macaroni in broth and the sayians looked at each other.
"This won't even cover a quarter of my appetite!" Goten whined picking his fork and knife up. Bra rolled her eyes and started to pick at her food. It looked good, but she always liked knowing what was in it before she ate it.
"So, does anybody know what's in it? I mean, I don't want to sound picky or anything but, really, what's it in?" Bra picked up a piece of chicken and started to stare it at closely making her eyes involuntarily go cross eyed.
"A fowl, gelatin, chicken broth, cream, salt, pepper, and macaroni. Old recipe it is, really." Goten spoke between bites. Bra, Trunks, and Pan looked over at Goten wide-eyed not understanding what had just happened.
"An you know this how?" Pan asked finding her voice first. Everyone wanted to know, she just beat them to it.
"I studied culinary arts for a couple of semesters during college. I wanted to become a chef but then I started eating everything I made." Goten gave the famous Son grin and kept digging into his food.
"What were you thinking studying about food? Wait... don't answer that." Pan picked her utensils and started digging in as well as the others. "This is delicious! Uncle Goten, you need to cook for us someday. Well, that is, with 20 guards making sure you don't eat it." Pan rubbed her nose and grinned at her Uncle.
Goten just glared and opened his mouth to protest but Bra stuffed her fork into his mouth. "Isn't this just, de-li-cious." She fake-grinned warning Goten but made Pan start to laugh out loud.
"My God, she has you just as whipped as I have Trunks!" Pan put her hands on her stomach as she laughed even harder.
"You do NOT have me whipped. I don't listen to you most of the time." Trunks raised his nose to the air and thought about it for a second concluding that he was whipped. Except he would NEVER admit it. No, he was the world's most eligible bachelor and there was no way that ONE woman would bring him down to his knees... again.
"If I say jump, you always seem to ask how high. That sounds whipped to me." Pan stared at Trunks daring him to contradict her.
"I only say how high so I can round house kick you thick stubborn ass head!" Trunks pointed at her head and even poked it a couple of times making Pan's forehead veins start to pop out.
"You stupid, idiotic, witless, brainless, dumbass, ignorant, thick-headed bastar..."
"Let's dance!" Bra interrupted dragging Goten towards the dance floor. Goten only took hold of the table edge as he stuffed as much food into his mouth as he could. Goten started to mumble senseless words as he walked defeated towards the dance floor. That left Trunks and Pan in a very awkward silence.
"So, umm, you wanna dance also? I mean it's better than sitting here doing nothing, right?" Trunks stood up and offered his hand to Pan. Pan looked at it for a couple of seconds before sighing in defeat. She might as well enjoy herself. How often would she be able to go out married?
Stepping upon the dance floor, the orchestra started playing the song "Sing, Sing, Sing" originally played by Louis Prima (the Chips Ahoy song). Pan started to kick and swirl to the music as Trunks looked clueless at her. Pan stopped in front of him and took hold of both his hands.
"Follow my lead until you get the hang of it." Trunks didn't argue as he took hold and began following Pan's moves. Move by move he copied, down to the last detail and soon, he was leading Pan. She hid her surprise from him but, damn, he was a very fast learner. Well, she had forgotten that he was.
The song went on to play for 7 minutes filled with solos from different music instruments and nearing the song, Goten started to complain that his feet hurt. Of course, a sayian somehow always gets tired of dancing. As the song ended, the audience erupted into a roar of clapping and cheering. The singer then got up and took hold of the vintage microphone.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce our next singer, Mrs. Elizabeth Johnson." The singer stepped aside as a plump dark lady in a black sleeveless dress walked up on stage. Her dark curly hair was pulled back on one side with a red flower pinning it in place. She smiled upon the dance floor and motioned the orchestra to start playing. The slow harmonious melody of "I'll be Seeing You" began to fill the building as she caressed the microphone stand. (This song is from The Notebook where Noah and Allie dance in the street.)
"This is for all you love couples out there." She closed her eyes and began swaying with the music as she opened her mouth to sing.
Trunks offered a hand to Pan and she took it putting her other one on his shoulder. Trunks put his other hand on her back as he pressed her to him. It doesn't feel wrong, but then again, it's just a dance, right? Pan thought.
"I'll be seeing you, In all the old familiar places, That this heart of mine embraces, All day through..." Trunks gave Pan a turn and pressed her against him again.
"Now THIS I know how to dance." Trunks gave a prideful grin as Pan stifled a laugh.
"In that small cafe; The park across the way; The children's carousel; The chestnut trees; The wishing well." Pan laid her head on his shoulder and Trunks held her closer. His heartbeat began pounding against his chest and his hands began to get hot. Nervous, who me?
"I'll be seeing you, In every lovely summer's day; In every thing that's light and gay, I'll always think of you that way." What is wrong with me? Pan thought as she inhaled Trunks' scent in, not his cologne, HIS scent, the smell of his skin. Why do I feel so right? Is it because of the marriage and nerves? Or, what if Vegeta's right?
"I'll find you, In the morning sun, And when the night is new, I'll be looking at the moon, But I'll be seeing you." As the orchestra played the last verse, Trunks dipped Pan back and held her there for a couple of seconds making Pan laugh. He moved his face towards hers and planted a small peck on her lips. Pan stared wide eyed at him as she processed what had just happened. Before she could say anything, he lifted her up and gave her a wide grin.
"Gotcha!" He simply said before the next song started playing. Trunks offered his hand to her again but Bra got in the way.
"Let's get out of here, shall we? It's time for a bit of... pre-marriage fun with the closest people you have!" She put her arm around Pan and poked her side giving her an intense tickling feeling.
"Close friends, my ass, the only thing they're good for is making my life a living hell..." Pan mumbled under her breath loud enough for only her to understand.
"What was that?" Bra asked, flames filling her eyes.
"Nothing, nothing!" Pan raised her hands in defense and gave them an innocent grin.
"Then let's get out of here!"
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The sky started pouring as the gang got out of the car in front of Capsule Corp. It looked like a very bad storm, black clouds, wind whipping branches around, rain falling in a horizontal direction, and the big one, lightning and thunder. What better way to start the beginning of a bachelorette anything, right?
Trunks, Goten, Pan, and Bra stepped out of the car and ran to the front door only to find it locked and Bra without her keys. Trunks and Goten were, on the other hand, enjoying the rain. They took their jackets off letting the rain soak their shirts and making them cling to their tight, muscular bodies. They were completely oblivious to the effect they were having on the girls since they were too busy in their own little masculine world. But, they weren't the only ones getting soaked. Pan and Bra had water dripping from their dresses, sliding down their chest, arms, and thighs. Of course, when Trunks and Goten laid eyes on them, they forgot all about showing off the size of their biceps and concentrated on the soaking wet beauties in front of them.
Pan and Bra stood in front of the door with wet hair clinging to the sides of their face. Pan crossed her arms accidentally pushing her breasts up, catching more rain drops. Bra took hold of her arm and pushed her breasts up on purpose and saw how Goten reacted to it.
"Bet you I can get Trunks' keys." Pan whispered to Bra.
"You're on. Cupcakes for the one who wins." Bra whispered back. "Boys, we're very," Bra pushed her breasts up a little, noticing Goten's reaction and swallowed a victory smirk. "Very cold... and wet."
"Bra, please put them away. They are definitely not attractive to me." Trunks crossed his arms and raised his nose to the sky. His hair stuck around his forehead and he frowned trying not to see Pan all wet and sexy.
"Put what away?" Bra stared innocently at Trunks before turning to Goten and pushed her chest out. "Can you please tell me what I SHOULD put away?"
"Nothing. I think you look," Goten gulped as he tried concentrating on talking instead of gaping, "Good."
"Whipped." Trunks pointed out as he thought about how the grass would look if it was red instead of soaking breasts.
Pan walked up to him and stood right in front of him making him stare at boobies instead of grass. "Trunks can you, please, open the door?"
Trunks kept staring at her but managed to keep his cool. No way he would lose the battle. "No. I think I like the view from here."
"Good, maybe you can get a better one inside." Pan smiled provocatively.
"I like this one just fine, good thing you're short." Trunks gave her one of his sexy smiles and tilted his head to the side. "So, what now?"
Pan wrapped her arms around his waist catching him completely off guard. "It's very cold, Trunks." She whispered as her hand snaked around to unclip the keys from his belt loop.
"Yeah, it.. sure is." Trunks put his hand behind her back and gave her a small squeeze. His shock was just way too great to do anything else. Pan got the keys unclipped and began pulling on the chain slowly until it wouldn't budge. She knew she had to give one hard pull and run if she wanted to win.
"So then..." She pulled as hard as she could shooting the keys out of Trunks' pocket and ran as fast as heels let her, laughing like a maniac.
"Pan!!!" Trunks ran after her catching up pretty slowly. He trapped her against the door, his hands planted on the door on either side of her. Pan smiled innocently at his angry face and chuckled nervously.
"You run pretty fast you know." Pan struggled to get the right key into the keyhole as she stared at Trunks' face, eyebrows pointing towards his nose and a glare set in place.
"That was completely uncalled for." Trunks inched his face towards her turning his glare into a scowl.
"Well, you know me," Pan unlocked the door and gave Trunks' a smirk Vegeta would be proud of, "Always the trickster." With that said, she opened throwing him off balance. He stumbled into the darkness and finally a thump.
Pan turned the lights on and busted out laughing at the sight in front of her. Trunks laid on the ground, face on the floor, butt in the air with the lamp shade on his head. Pan walked over to the cabinet and pulled the camera out snapping a couple of pictures from different angles. She then threw the camera to Bra who caught it before running upstairs with Pan inconspicuously walking to the stairs but was grabbed by the ankles making her fall face first into the ground.
"OUCH!!!" She yelled out turning to face the culprit.
"Payback is a little bitch isn't it, Panny dear?" Trunks took the lamp shade off his head and propped up on one elbow smirking at Pan.
Pan gave him one of her own smirks and sat up pointing up the stairs. "Bra, up there, has valuable treasure, stuff that maybe you wouldn't want other people to see? Like, oh let's say, pictures of ass up face down? I win this battle, Mr. Briefs."
Trunks stared at her wide eyed and shocked. He jumped up and ran up the stairs managing to trip over one. He mumbled muffled profanity as he crawled up the stairs managing to get to the top without hurting himself again. Pan and Goten sat on the two tall chairs by the table and waited for the commotion to begin. As if on cue, Trunks' loud yells and Bra's muffled ones began echoing through the house.
"Bra! Open this door now!!"
"No!"
"I'm giving you 5 seconds or else!!"
"Or else what?!"
"I'm knocking it down!!"
"Do it! See what mom will have to say about it when she calls!"
"Give me the camera now!!"
"No!"
"Grr!! Bra!!!"
"What?!"
"Give... me... the... camera!!!"
"No!"
"Do it or I'll show Goten the pictures from your 21st birthday!!"
"You wouldn't!!"
"Try me!"
Bra opened the door and threw the camera at him hitting him on the forehead. A small trickled of blood started to come out of a small cut as Trunks yelled at her again. "Bra! Look what you did now!!"
Bra chuckled and started walking down the stairs. "Get Pan to take care of it. She took pre-med classes and I didn't." She went over to the answering machine and began listening to the messages.
Trunks walked over to Pan and pointed at his forehead. "Fix it."
Pan looked up from the dinner table and stared at him with a raised eyebrow. She gave him a small glance before looking back at the table. "Not with that attitude."
Trunks sighed in frustration and hugged back from behind wrapping his arms around her shoulders. They had begun to dry out so it was only, semi-uncomfortable. "Pleeeeeeeease?" When Pan didn't respond or move to help him, Trunks moved his head so his lips were right by her ear. His breathing sent small shivers down her spine as she fought her hardest to ignore him. Trunks took in a deep breath and began yelling. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE...!!!"
"ALRIGHT!!!" Trunks let her go and sat on the chair next to her gripping his hands on his lap and smiling like an innocent schoolboy. "God, did you really had the need to leave me half deaf?"
"Yes." He simply said giving her a full toothed grin. Pan rolled her eyes as she made her way to the cabinet pulling out the first-aid kit. She placed the kit on the table and opened it revealing different bottles, band-aids, and packages with sterilized gauzes. She took out a bottle with clear liquid and a couple of cotton balls and set them on the table. She then took out an ointment tube, a small sealed gauze, and a band aid and set them on the table next to the other items. Trunks eyed the bottle suspiciously and took hold of it, inspecting it. "What's... Isopropanol?"
"It won't kill you if that's what you're worried about." Pan snatched the bottle from him and opened it, pouring the liquid into a cotton ball. "Now hold still."
Trunks eyed the cotton ball suspiciously as it came closer to his forehead. Pan smirked evilly before wiping the cut. As soon as the cotton ball made contact with the cut, Trunks let out a yelp. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! OUCH!!! PAN! STOP!!!"
Pan put her other hand behind his head to hold him still. She smiled at him as soon as she was done cleaning it. "I forgot to mention, the general non-specific term for Isopropanol is rubbing alcohol. It's my way of... paying you back."
Trunks frowned at Pan although it began to look more like a pout than a frown. "That hurt."
Pan blew at the now clean cut making Trunks calm down. "Better?" She whispered.
"Yeah..." He whispered back.
Pan took the bottle of ointment and applied a small dollop on it with a cotton swab making sure she didn't rub too hard. She took the sterilized gauze and put it on top securing it with a band aid. "There, all better?"
"Yep!" Trunks jumped off the chair and ran up the stairs to his room leaving everyone confused.
"Well, let's get out of these wet clothes! We have games to play!" Bra jumped up pulling on Pan's hand. Pan gave up and let Bra pull her to wherever she was going, most likely her room. Goten stayed back staring confusingly at the dark stairs.
"Where do I go...?"
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait but it took me a long time to write this. I had a major writer's block but somehow it went away! Yey! But Next chapter, we'll see games! Now who doesn't love games? If you know of any adult games to play with 4 people, then put them down on your reviews! The more the merryier. I already have 2. Thank you!