Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A New Love ❯ The UNUSUAL (and I mean UNUSUAL) thingie that happen ( Chapter 4 )

DBGT- Chappie 4- The UNUSUAL (and I mean UNUSUAL) thingie that happen.

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Okashi: Cool chappie title, huh.

Trunks: 0_0 What happens?

Okashi: I can't tell, you, because ITS A SECRET!!!

Trunks: -_- She owns SQUAT, ZERO, ZILCH, NADDA, NOTHING!!!!

Okashi: Thanks for the, uh, blunt discaimer.

Kiko: *pops out of nowhere* START THE FIC, START THE FIC!!!

Okashi: How in the world do people do that!?!?

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Honori's POV

I gulped down another drink, wincing at the bitter taste. What drink is this? Is this beer or something? It can't be, it tastes like punch.

For some reason, I drank some more.

And more.

And more.

I finally stop.

I feel dizzy.

The floor... is it moving?

People spinning.

Too many faces.

Too bright lights.

What's happening?!?!?

Bra's POV

I helplessly stand on my toes, trying to find Honori. I give up... Someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I turn around to find my brother.

"Hey... (hic) have you... seen (hic) Honori?" he asks unsteadily.

My eyebrows narrow." I thought she was with you? And... WHY ARE YOU HICCUPING? ARE YOU DRUNK?!?!" I said a little loudly.

His eyes look around nervously. "Uh, no...not really...I uh... guess not."

"YOU ARE!!!"

Goten finally stops dancing and looks at us.

"Then, where's Honori?"

Author's POV

Honori, somehow, managed to find her way out of the crowd of people. She stumbled, yet managed to keep walking. Soon, she finally found her friends.

"Sup, Honori." Trunks said, barely awake.

"DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU'RE DRUNK TOO!!!" Bra exclaimed.

"I think she is." Goten said, with a slight confused expression.

Honori walked unsteadily to them, and wobbled a bit. Too much alcohol for her. She stumbled, and fell, her eyes half-closed.

Goten's POV

I react quickest. I reach my arms out and catch her before she hits the ground. Bra stood there, shocked at her quiet friend getting drunk. Trunks was too drunk to do anything.

"Too much alcohol for her," I reason aloud.

Suddenly her brown eyes flutter half-open.

I feel a sharp jolt in my head.

I close my eyes.

For a split-second, or so it seemed, was how long my eyes were closed.

I open my eyes.

I can't believe it...

No crowds of people.

No bright lights.

No Trunks or Bra.

I'm not at the party anymore...

I'm at... OUR HOUSE?!?!?

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