Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball anything. For now until the END of the story. Although after that I won't owe it either. So it's still a loss-loss situation for me.
A/N: So I had a brain fart these part couple of months. Couldn't think of a single idea for this story. But finally, I got my mojo back. Woot! Also, the story, I'll start putting all the pieces together not the next chapter but the one AFTER that. Parts will finally start making sense especially Pan and Trunks' past relationship and the reason why Freeza is in the story.
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When we last left off...
"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 few minutes later, they settled on the living room floor, with a box filled with items. The side said "party games". Sitting in a circle with the box in the middle, they began to take the stuff out. Pan raised an eyebrow and leaned towards Bra.
"Where's Marron?" She whispered low enough for her sayian hearing to bearly pick it up. Giving Trunks a quick glance, she shrugged. It was enough of an answer for Pan.
"Ok! We should definitely start with an innocent," Bra raised her fingers and did quote marks before continuing, "Game. Who's up for a quick game of Assassin?"
Goten turned to look at her with a blank stare. "Is it gonna be hard?"
Bra chuckled and patted his head. "No pookie bear. It's simple enough for you. Ok, so here's how it goes. One of the 4 papers is gonna have an "x" on it. We fold it up with 3 blank ones and throw them in a hat. Then, we all pick one out after they've been shuffled. Whoever has the paper with the "x" is the assassin but you can't tell anyone. Then, we'll sit around staring into each other's faces. The assassin can kill off a person at the time by winking at them. BUT, if someone sees or suspects the assassin, they can call them out. Anyone else can second that and becomes the second suspect. If they they were right, they win but if it turned out to be wrong, they get "killed". The assassin wins by killing every single person without getting caught. Does everyone understand?"
"So it's like a staring contest?" Goten asked scratching his head.
"Yep! So here it goes. Everyone pick a paper." All four reached into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper. "Let the game begin." Silence filled the living room, the type of silence that if someone dropped a pin, it would have sounded like a sonic boom. This went on for a couple of minutes a smirk on all four of their faces.
Suddenly Goten throws his hands up in the air. "No fair! I was the first to die!" No one said a word. They're eyes kept darting from one to the other quickly so the assassin wouldn't have a chance to strike. Goten got up and mumbled something about getting drinks, too hurt to speak up.
"I think I know who the 'killer' is. It's definitely Pan." Trunks broke the silence.
Pan pointed at herself and tried to look surprised. "Me? What proof do you have?""
Trunks pointed at her and glared. "I know that you're a sneaky little thing! That's enough proof. You need no more than that to prove a killer."
"Are you sure I'm the assassin?"
"Of course I'm sure."
Pan smirked her fox face at him. "100 percent sure?"
Trunks began to slightly sweat. "Uhh, yeah!"
"You don't sound too sure to me."
"I don't have to be completely sure. I know you're it!"
"You still haven't given me a reason to believe I'm the assassin." Pan gave Trunks an even bigger smirk before the light bulb in her head went off. "Oh, I know! You're accusing me so that you'll throw me off! You're the actual assassin!" Pan shoved an accusing finger at Trunks' chest.
"ME?!" Trunks nearly fell back from the shock of being called the "assassin".
"Yes, you! You almost had me. This was your plan all along wasn't it? Accuse me so that you can go running to your little hiding spot and continue you're little killing spree." Pan crossed her arms and gave him a victory smile.
"Why would..."
"How about you two show each other your papers? That way you'll know who the assassin really is." Bra interrupted lifting her own folded paper.
Pan and Trunks glared at each other before unfolding their paper and shoving it into the others face. "Huh?!" Both said in unison. Both papers turned out to be blank.
"If you're not the assassin..." Trunks said.
"And if you're not the assassin..." Pan said before both of them turned to look at Bra wide eyed.
"Muahaha!! I'm the assassin!! And now, both of you..." She did a two fingered gun with her hand and pointed at both "shooting" it with her thumb. "Boom, boom, are dead."
Trunks and Pan stared at Bra in shock. They were thoroughly convinced either one was the assassin, not Bra. Bra?! Out of all people, she managed to be sneaky, scheming, and cunning to outwit both Pan and Trunks at the same time.
"You gotta be shitting me..." Pan's shocked face turned to face Trunks' equally shocked face.
Goten walked into the room carrying a box with beer bottles in it. "So, what'd I miss?"
"Bra outsmarted us. Can you believe that Uncle Goten?! She outsmarted us!!" Pan threw her hands up in defeat. She was out of shape. Usually she was the most cunning of the gang. She smirked inwardly. Time to shape up.
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"Alright, now we move to the more, 'mature' games." Bra grinned and rub her hands together. "Sweet pea, is there more beer in the kitchen?"
Goten ran into the kitchen and brought 5 boxes staked on top of one another. "Is this enough?"
Bra walked up to him and placed a small peck on his cheek. "Thanks!"
Pan eyed the alcohol very suspiciously. Drinking always ended badly. Well not badly as in "BADLY" but well, it just ended badly. "And what exactly are we gonna play that involves, drinking?"
Bra clapped her hands together and brought everyone back to the center of the living room with one box of beer on the table and a beer opener to the side of it. "Next is, 'I Never'." Bra grinned expecting everyone to know what it was. When she received blank faces, she sighed and put on her reading glasses to portray a teacher.
"Well class, this is how it goes. You have to drink a beer bottle if you did the thing that the person says they never did. Does everyone understand?" Bra handed a beer bottle to everyone and grinned. "Ok then, me first. I've never ate grass." Everyone except for Bra drank a bottle and tossed it aside picking another one up. "Amazing..."
Goten raised his hand. "My turn! I've never made out with anyone behind the dumpsters." Both Pan and Trunks gulped down a bottle. Goten gave them a funny face and opened his mouth to make a smart remark only to be interrupted by Pan.
"I've never flirted with a teacher." Everyone but Pan downed a bottle.
"I've never had sex my parents room." Trunks smirked. Bra and Goten looked at each other before drinking a bottle.
Bra's turn and she had a good one. "I've never had sex in my pool while there was a family reunion inside the house with everyone present." Pan blushed a crimson red and Trunks stifled a cough before drinking a bottle. "Aha! I knew it!" Bra pointed an accusing finger at both of them.
Goten spoke up. "I'm next! I've never had sex with the lights on!" Everyone stared at Goten before taking a bottle down the hatch.
"I've never walked in on my parents having hot monkey sex." Both Trunks and Bra looked at each other and downed a bottle.
By then, they were feeling the side effects of the alcohol. Of course, this didn't stop Bra from one more game. "We have to... hiccup... end the night with one more game right? How much alcohol did those beers have anyway...? Hiccup. I feel funny..." She started to giggle uncontrollably clutching her stomach as the rest of them stared amused.
"I say we play a little Truth-or-Dare, just like old times." He said through flushed cheeks, trying to keep the slurring to a minimum. Maybe those 6 beers had take a bigger toll on him than he thought they would.
"No, no. Hiccup. I refu... re... refuse! We're not even, hiccup, sober enough to stand and not fall over!" Pan yelled attempting to stand but only managed to lift her butt a few inches before falling right back down.
Goten slid next to her and looked at her through lazy slits while nudging her with his elbow. "C'mon Panny... I DARE you to play Truth-or-Dare. I know that your pride won't let you say no to a dare. C'mon... c'mon..."
"ALRIGHT! But only 1 round. Then it's off to, hiccup, bed." Pan wiped the sweat the was forming on her eyebrow. "And I go first! Give me the bottle Bra." Bra handed Pan one of her own empty bottles and laid it on the floor giving it one strong spin. The head landed on Goten. "I dare you to go up to Bra's room, get a bra and panties, and wear them for 1 round."
Goten visibly paled 5 shades as he pleaded Pan with his eyes. Pan only gave him a devilish grin as she pointed up the stairs. Sighing in defeat, he went upstairs and a couple of minutes later, he came back wearing a black lace bra and panties. Trunks, Pan, and Bra rolled over clutching their stomachs as tears poured from their eyes. The sound of laughter filled the room as Goten sat on the couch trying to cover as much as possible. "I'll get you back Pan. Mark my word." He sent glares her way.
Goten then took hold of the bottle and gave it a spin making a "whoosh" sound to go along with it. Landing on Trunks, he gave a big grin before rubbing his nose. "I dare you to go through Pan's overnight bag, and... take HER underwear and bra and put it only for the remainder of the round!"
"WHAT?! No! I refuse! What's the punishment?" Trunks frowned and crossed his arms.
Bra grinned evilly before turning to look at Trunks. "Well, if you don't comply with the dare Goten has given you, you must skip around the block 10 times completely in the nude."
Trunks eyes widened to beach ball sized orbs before wiping the sweat from them back of his neck. "C'mon Bra, that's not fair. You know that if I do that it would result in bad publicity for the company."
"Well then," Bra shrugged giving Pan a victory smile, "Guess you'll just have to go "super model" on us with that lingerie, right?"
"Please..." Trunks pleaded giving everyone a puppy face.
"Nope." Pan forced herself not to smile. The task was a lot harder than it seemed.
"Where's the bag?" Trunks' shoulders hunched as he spoke in defeat.
"Upstairs in the guest room next to Bra's." Minutes later, Trunks came walking into the room wearing a red silk and lace set.
Humiliation. That's the word that described this feeling riding up his throat. How did he, Trunks Briefs, one of the most powerful people in the world, come down to wearing female lingerie?! Oh he'd get her back, he didn't know how or when but he would. Even if it killed him in the process, he would exact his revenge on her.
"Alright, now it's my turn. Hope I don't get you Panny. Pray to Kami himself that I don't get you." Trunks cackled evilly as he reached for the bottle. Giving it one strong twirl, he looked upon it with fire in his eyes. Of course he would get Pan. If Kami loved him like he thought he might, he would get Pan. She deserved it. She humiliated him!
But the laughing outburst of Pan brought him back to his sense. Looking down, he saw that it had pointed to Bra. Kami hated him. He was completely sure of that. It was fine though, he knew where he lived. "Fine, I'll have to settle for you then. I dare you to do the monkey dance, with the ooh ooh sound, for 30 seconds, every time someone says your name for the next 24 hours."
"What?! But tomorrow's..."
"Tsk tsk," Trunks shook his finger at her. "You don't want to do your OWN punishment now do you?"
Bra stared open mouthed at him. He managed to turn the tables on them. Touché. "Fine." She crossed her arms and pouted sending death glares at Trunks.
"It's your turn... Bra." Trunks bit his lip before laughter poured out of his mouth. Bra grabbed the bottle and gave it a spin before standing up and doing the monkey complete with awesome sound effects.
Landing on Pan, finally, she smirked as she finished the last 5 seconds of her dance. "I dare you to," Bra stopped herself. What would be better and more cruel on her? Telling her to act like a complete retard for 3 hours nonstop, or, telling her to go into the closet with Trunks, in only lingerie, and lay butterfly kisses up and down his torso for 3 minutes? The answer was painfully obvious. "I dare you to go into the closet, in lingerie..."
"DONE!" Pan got up and began to raise her tank top up her torso before Bra stopped her.
"I wasn't done yet, sweetheart. You have to go in there for 3 minutes and lay butterfly kisses up and down Trunks' torso!" Bra grinned at Goten who looked completely shocked.
"WHAT?! Both Trunks and Pan yelled together. Heat rose up their cheeks as they began shaking their heads in unison.
"So, you choose punishment over the dare?" Bra's fox eyes stared at her while a sly smile kissed her lips.
"That's not fair!"
"Look, we couldn't hire a stripper because the guys would have gotten traumatized faster than a virgin man getting raped by a horny 70 year old convict who just finished to 25 year sentences. So, this is an equal thing to offer you. Off to the closet you go. NOW."
Pan gave her a glare to compete with Vegeta's but Bra only smiled in return. She was used to it and Pan knew that there was no way she would ever change her mind. Sighing in defeat, she walked over to the closet and entered it, not bothering to turn the lights on. She could always cheat her way through the dare and not lay a single kiss on Trunks. Throwing her clothes out, she waited for Trunks to come in with her.
As he entered the closet, he couldn't hide his gloom face. He didn't need this. As much as he wanted her back, he couldn't make her do this especially 3 days before her wedding. it wasn't fair. If he was going to win her back, he'd have to do it his way and definitely with no help of his nosey sister.
The door closed behind them with 2 clicks. This caught both's attention. As Pan turned the light on, Trunks checked the knob. Locked. He knew it. He KNEW Bra would try something sneaky. But nooo, they both fell into her well hidden trap like two rabbits walking into the foxes mouth knowing that it was no ordinary looking hole.
"It's locked. BRA!" As soon as he said her name, he regretted it. Almost instantaneously, he heard monkey sounds coming from the other side of the door.
Instead of Bra answering, Goten got near the door and started laughing. "You're missing it. She's doing the monkey! Oh, and I don't know where she left the key. I was too busy eating the donuts which mysteriously appeared on the kitchen table. See you in the morning!"
Pan pounded on the door but no avail. It was a sayian proof door. Damn Bulma. Damn her to wherever bad people who are too smart for their own sake go. "Goten! I swear to Kami himself that if you don't open this door, I will tell Grandma Chi Chi not to cook for you EVER again! You hear me?!"
"Oooh! Kami is going to punish you! Also, if I keep doing the monkey like this, I'm going to get in incredible shape! Oh, and good night! See you in the morning." Bra knocked once on the door and skipped back into the kitchen laughing.
"BRA! BRA! BRA! BRA! There do the damn money for 2 minutes straight!" The only comeback she got was a faint aww. Good enough for her.
Now, what to do for 9 hours with a half naked, half drunk sexy man locked in the closet with a half naked, half drunk sexy woman? Oh boy, she did NOT want to know.