Disclaimer: I didn't own
DBZ when I started watching it. I didn't own DBZ when I started
to write fanfiction about it. I didn't own it when I went on a
mad internet shopping spree and bought a bunch of manga. Now I am
poor. Bah. But that is beside the point. DBZ belongs to
Toriyama-san, FUNimation (I need not voice my opinions on that),
et cetera and more et cetera.
This chapter is
dedicated to Birdee, who in her reviews, somehow inspired me to
write this next bit. Thanks a lot girl, but Goten is MINE and you
know it!
***
Trunks winced, holding the phone
away from his ear.
Goten and Uub looked up in
interest. Uub colored when he heard the steady stream of curses
erupt from the phone. Trunks could only listen, a look on his
face that clearly said "kill me now". He took a deep
breath.
"Err.. sis... sis? SIS!?
... what? I am not! .. am not! am not-am not-am not! ... shut
up!!!"
Goten and Uub sweatdropped.
Trunks sighed in resignation and handed the phone to Goten, whose
eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"You want me to..?"
Trunks shrugged. "She
listens to you."
"What do I say?"
Trunks shrugged again.
"Just calm her down, I think she's almost run out of swear
words."
Goten sighed and held the phone
up to his ear.
"... Bra?"
***
Bra stopped her insane rambling
almost immediately after she heard Goten's voice. Pan and Marron
looked at Bra hesitantly, expecting her to blow up any minute.
"Goten?"
Marron drew in a sharp breath,
glancing up at Bra. She stared at Bra's expression curiously.
Veins were popping out of her head just mere seconds ago, and now
she was all smiles. Marron felt a knawing sensation at her
stomach but ignored it, pretending to be extremely interested in
a tiny, tight skirt that was next to her.
"I just might Goten. ..of
course I a-- .... well.. I think I do.. but still.." Bra
paused for a moment before giggling.
It was a girly, lovesick giggle.
One Marron had never heard Bra use before.
She nearly tore the flimsy piece
of fabric in half.
Pause.
".... HOW DARE YOU QUESTION
THE PRINCESS OF SAYIANS!!!!" Bra roared into the phone,
sounding very much like her father.
Another pause. Bra smirked.
"You could take me to the Galla."
This time, Marron did rip the
skirt in half. She looked down at the torn remnants of fabric,
strangely not caring.
"Well?" Long pause.
Bra smiled, no, she practically beamed. Marron immediately knew
what Goten had said.
It didn't take an idiot to
figure it out. Goten had said yes.
***
"Umm.. Bra, you aren't
going to yell any more-- are you? ... errr.. well, you can't be
that angry about your party-- I-I mean you get to help plan out
the Capsule Corps Galla, don't you? ... yeah! and you get to..
err... shop for all those dresses and stuff... erggg... I'm
running out of excuses-- Trunks? What do I do?" Goten
whispered urgently.
Trunks smacked his forehead.
Goten sweatdropped, returning to
the phone. "Well... umm.. please don't get angry at me, but
there's nothing you can do, really. Ow-ow-ow! I didn't! I was
just.. oh Dende.. umm.. Bra, what do you want me to do
then?"
Goten paused again. His eyes
widened again, to the size of plates. "You want me
to take you to the Galla?"
Trunks choked. Goten couldn't!!!
He was supposed to be Marron's blind date and she was supposed to
fall in love with him and get married and have children and live
happily ever after!!! Before he grabbed the phone from Goten, he
realized Goten was head over heels with Marron... He would say
no, even to Bra... right?
Goten's brain went into
overdrive (which was a very hard thing to do) as a million
thoughts went through his head at once.
What about Marron?
She thinks you're her
friend. Nothing else.
But what about the kiss?
What kiss? You ran away,
remember? Now she probably thinks you're a coward too.
... but..
Hell-ooooOOOOooo? Reality
check! Marron loves Trunks! You're just a third wheel..
... I..
Bra's asking YOU boy! Well,
sort of. Take the chance!
... but I love her.
And she loves Trunks.
...
Sorry bud, but it's the
truth. Now... how 'bout Bra?
...
Don't give me that attitude!
What's the answer?
......... o-okay...
Goten blinked, his brain
switching back to "Goten" mode. He faintly heard Bra
say "Well?". He nodded his reply, before realizing he
was on the phone. Sheepishly, he mumbled an "okay" into
the phone and shut it off.
Trunks' jaw dropped.
He stared at Goten for a while,
before getting his jaw off the ground and forming enough coherent
thought to ask a question.
"Goten.. why?"
Goten looked up, smiling no
longer. "Why not?"
Trunks stepped forward and shook
Goten roughly. "Damn it Goten-- you love her!!"
"Love who?"
Trunks growled. "Don't be
an idiot Goten."
Goten pushed Trunks off of him.
He paused, then spoke so softly that Trunks had to strain his
ears to hear him. "But she loves you Trunks."
Trunks stared at his best
friend, unable to say anything.
Uub suddenly cleared his throat.
As Goten and Trunks turned to him, he motioned to all the people
staring at them. They were still in the food court, and had
caused a small scene.
"Maybe we should get those
suits you spoke of Trunks.. now would be a good time as
any."
Trunks sighed, running a hand
through his hair. "I guess you're right. There's a good
store somewhere around here.."
He turned to Goten, the question
already in his eyes. "You're wrong, you know... but can we
just forget about this for now Goten?"
"Forget about what?"
A half-smile appeared on Goten's
face, and Trunks gave a smirk in return.
"Baka."
***
*cracks her knuckles*
Sorry this was a little too short-- I just wrote this in my spare
bits of time. I know it's been a long time since I've updated,
but I've been too busy with my life and with other things. But I
won't burden you with my ramblings. Oh, and I apologize for not
elaborating on poor Pan and Uub more, that's for next chapter. ^^
Leave a long review, it's like candy to an author-- and I've been
known to have a sweet tooth.