Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Every Five Minutes ❯ It's Not Orange ( Chapter 3 )

Every Five Minutes By xinnocentlyxguiltyx

Sorry everyone I've been busy with school, you know teachers always cramming in everything before winter break. Hope everyone had a lovely holiday and got the gifts they wanted.

xinnocentlyxguiltyx is listening to: On My Own from Les Misérables, sung by Eponine

Author of the Moment: Princess Panchii, the originator of the DBZ high school fiction, and creator of stunningly original B/V A/U's http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=46591

Artist of the Moment: The Red Saiyaness aka Maria Ochoa at http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/agal.php?id=30716 or http://www.side7.com/cgi-bin/S7SDB/Archive.pl?ANO=4251

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT

Yahhoy Airport: Takeoff Runway: CC Airline model 767: Executive Seat A14: 7: 35PM: Goten

I hate airplanes.

No, I don't hate flying.

I hate airplanes.

They're so annoyingly restrictive. You just sit in a seat that you can't move back in unless you turn around and ask to move the seat. Kami- forbid that you don't and that conveniently placed person is eating or rather large in width or both, even worse. Then you have someone constantly tittering behind your back, literally, tittering on about how rude the person in front of them is. The food is complete and utter crap. Honestly, I could eat a whole lot of crap; quality never mattered in my family it was always about quantity but that's the problem there's not enough. What? Do they want to starve me before we land? No, of course not they want to empty my wallet with the overpriced ticket.

Oh damn! The flight attendant just spilt my coffee on my paper. She apologizes over and over again and I simply reply with "It's okay" and that impossible to hate grin inherited from my father. It's hilarious how in freshman high school everyone naturally thought that Trunks was going to be hard working and I would be the slacker and initially that's how it was. Until my teacher's kept bombarding me with questions like "Why aren't you like Gohan?" or "Are you sure that Son Gohan is your brother?". It started getting annoying especially when Trunks was doing acting as badly in class as I was except for science which he always got an A in, figures. The thing is in my school work I always did well but I never showed it in the classroom. My mom didn't just train me she did make me study just not as much as she did Gohan. My grades were mostly A's and a few B's even though I acted as if my head was in the clouds, which it probably was but I still managed. Trunks' mom started getting on his ass when she realized that I was doing better than he was, he still graduated 3rd in our class and I at 5th. I went to a pretty good college in China to study art and when I got out I wanted to make a manga of my very own but then I had no idea about what I going to do with it. So I resorted to taking a job with Capsule Corp until I could figure out what I wanted. I graduated from college at age 22 I didn't know what I was going to until I was 25. That's when I created Lizardeggs, a spoof of my dad's life. It did surprisingly well when I released it to the public, I was so excited and my mom was so proud of me it was a very happy time. Now I am going back to Satan City to seal the deal of making Lizardeggs into an animé but not alone.

"Unhh, Goten how much longer 'till we get there?" Marron asked.

"Three long, excruciating hours longer," I said agitatedly.

"I'm sorry, I could have flown in on my own," she said sympathetically.

"It's fine but you really have to get over your fear of flying.''

"Goten!"

"Just kidding, but seriously I can't take this anymore!"

I'm going to get her over this fear of flying if it kills me. She was out like a light, I didn't think she would work herself this hard trying to finish her novel before we left.

"Excuse me, sir, you pressed the attendant call button," the clumsy stewardess from before informed me.

"Yes I did, I would like another serving of brisket and the lobster on the side."

"Bu..bu…but, sir that's your 7th serving!"

I look up at her grin and say, "I know."

Western Capital Shopping Mall: Top Level: Right Side: Giovanni's: 8:15PM: Pan

This week was so slow it's unbelievable. I'm already tired and we only went to a few stores for Bura's stuff of course. I like her gown it suits her. It's low cut and a burgundy wine color, her favorite dress of all the one's she owns. She pulled me into Giovanni's, what Bra says is the new Gucci, I personally don't care.

"Pan, before we get your gown I want to the accessories first, ok?" Bura told me.

"Ok," I said quietly seeing as we were moving into the underwear section.

Oh, shit. She's making me get a bra. I really hate her right now she knows that Victoria's Secret alone makes my inferior chest feel intimidated. Now she's giving me this "trust me look" and I really don't find that look comforting at all. She pulled off a strapless blue pushup bra from the rack.

She said, "I think this perfect."

"Why is it a pushup bra, Bura?" I asked her.

"Because, you need the oomph," Bura said nonchalantly.

"Screw you."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

Bura proceeded to get the matching thong to the bra. I don't want to know what this gown looks like; it's starting to scare me. We made our way over to the right side of the building to get these dark blue strapped sandals that were fricken high but then again I need them. Guess I'll still have to have swollen feet for the whole weekend and I have a game for playoffs too.

"You do realize that you can't have 6 earrings in at the same time like you usually do." Bura said offhandedly.

"Wh..wh..why not?!?" I stuttered loudly.

"Because this is a very sophisticated event, people are going to think you're some no good punk out to cause trouble and I can't wear my bellybutton ring or my second piercing so you have to suffer with me."

"That's not fair!"

"Who's buying everything you need plus food, especially food?" she questioned.

"You are," I grumbled.

"Who?"

"You!" I shouted.

"Good, any way I want to get this beautiful choker that matches your dress," she said contentedly.

Finally we have gotten to the grand finale, the dress. I will admit it is gorgeous but I don't see any orange, it's a satin sapphire color. Oh I feel bad, and I feel selfish but there has to be orange somewhere in my clothing. It never used to be like that but ever since Grandpa left I have to have something orange on to remind me of him. I nearly, well I did have a nervous breakdown in school a few months ago because I wasn't allowed to wear my bandana, which is made from fabric from grandpa's gi. I'm allowed to wear it in school now only because OSH's faculty thought and still believes that I am emotionally unstable. This is not good.

"Panny, how many time's am I going to say it, trust me," Bura said firmly. That still gives me no comfort at all.

We went over to the counter to pay for my stuff, Bura is smiling happily and I am struggling to breathe. She calls the sales consultant over and asks him for the fabric she had ordered. He runs off for it at the drop of a hat for what she wanted and came back just as fast. I know if it were just me shopping he wouldn't even come back, he would probably call security. Bura opens the box to show me the fabric and it is the most beautiful, vibrant color of orange I have ever seen. I can breathe comfortably now. She looks at me and says,

"Let's go rent some videos and some games and go home."

Capsule Corporation: 9th Floor: Left Wing: Bura's bedroom: 3: 05 AM : Bura

I swear to Kami Son Pan is the most impossible person to shop with. Today actually wasn't that bad but she just has to let go and trust me. I was really going to show her the orange wrap when I'm dressing her up tomorrow. Not everyone's friends can take them shopping and pay for the some of best clothing in the country. Not like I would blame her but still it's aggravating. I'm glad she's ok now though. The 20 large boxes of pizza we had ordered in sated her and playing Tekken 4 and Final Fantasy VII kept her very happy. After watching Moulin Rouge, Spiderman, Rush Hour 1 and 2, and through the middle of The Lord of The Rings she fell asleep. I on the other hand, am wide awake and ready to go anywhere. I need to get rid of this damn insomnia. I used to run outside to help me but mom wouldn't let me continue after some girl was murdered a year ago. I turned off the DVD and left my room in search of my dad, maybe he would let me train with him although I doubt it. I hate overprotective parents. I can defend myself from the world and I really wish they would realize that. They aren't following me to New York next year to make sure I'm okay.

My mom left a note under my door, it said:

Bura,

Your guidance counselor left a message. You need to get you application for Julliard in to her before Tuesday afternoon. Make sure Trunks remembers to pick up his tuxedo and suit from the dry cleaners. Tell him if I ever see a dry cleaning bill that big again he's in for it. Your father and I are leaving for London at 1:00 tomorrow. Have fun at the benefit tomorrow night. Make sure you don't get into any trouble!

Love,

Mama

I placed it on my dresser and left to find my dad. The lights in the gravity room were still on therefore my dad's still going at it. I still wonder what he's still training for, he still claims it's just in case but Goku-san took care of that. Maybe it's because he still believes that Goku will comeback eventually. I turned off the gravity and walked in.

"What is it?" my father asked rudely.

"It's me Papa," I told him.

"What do you want?"

"Can I train with you now, I can't sleep."

"No."

"Why not?!?!"

"One, your mother would make sure I'm deaf for letting you and Two, just no."

"Well can you eat a snack with me before you start again?"

It took awhile for him to respond like he was debating if he should put off training for something that might not even happen or he should spend 20 minutes maximum with his only daughter who might be leaving the country for college in a year's time. It really pisses me off when I think he would rather get stronger then spend time with his family of whom you don't know what's going to happen too. He finally responded with,

"Fine, get the deli meant and the bread, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Thanks, Papa," I said happily.

"No problem princess."

Next time on Every Five Minutes: Preparations for the gala, what happens at the gala, and the unfortunate consequences after.

Review Responses:

Ice-Dragoness: I'm glad you like it although I hope you aren't as disappointed in Goten's POV as I am.

jacob: You always find a way to make me feel good, thank you so much!

son gomay vidal goku: In the words of Brittany Murphy- "I'll never tell."

Everyone else please leave a review, remember if you don't like it please give a legitimate reason as to why you don't like it. This chapter wasn't beta'd properly so if there are any mistakes it's my fault and I apologize. Have a happy new year!