Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Night of No Regrets ❯ Happy Holidays ( Chapter 12 )
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By: DBprincess116 
Christmas eve starts with a BANG!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2002 | Updated On: 01.10.2003 | Pages: 10 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Christmas eve starts with a BANG!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2002 | Updated On: 01.10.2003 | Pages: 10 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 201 | Status: Completed
Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!! Okay let the fun begin… I've been working on an update for quite
sometime, but I wrote it on paper. The task of typing it all now is quite long, but I'm doing it. It
should get through Christmas night. I hope you find it cute and funny in some places. This fic has
been hard at times but I think we'll get through it. I'm not giving up just yet. Maybe you guys
could help me out with reviews and such things to motivate? I think that was a cheap way of
begging for response from the readers. Ah it's okay my therapist tells me that if you really want
something all you really have to do it ask for it. It couldn't hurt anything. ; ) Here we go…
I don't know the characters of DBZ.
They closed the door behind them. It was a chilly winter's night in the mountains. Goten wrapped
an arm around Bra waist as they made their way toward the forest. They came to the somewhat
grown up path and proceeded into the wintry wonderland.
"Goten, why did you leave the city? It's so beautiful here?" Bra asked as they took a turn down
the path.
He paused and looked deep into her eyes, "Well some things in the city are more beautiful." He
caressed her cheek with his fingertips then bend down for a kiss.
"No really, why did you move?" She prodded.
"My dad," he said simply.
Bra raised an eyebrow in confusion. She couldn't figure out what his father had to do with him
moving. Goku had been gone for a while now. He noticed her uncertainty, and began to explain,
"You know mom always wanted Gohan to be a doctor or scientist or something brainy like that.
She got her wish. I was never as apt as Gohan; so her dreams for me weren't as high. Now, I'm
not saying my mom thought I was less than Gohan; she just wanted me to happy and successful
in whatever I became." He paused. Bra looked at him with a sort of understanding and he
continued, "I have always been a carbon copy of my dad, even more so before I cut my hair. I
wanted to do something for him, for his remembrance. I wanted to share what he gave me so
others would know his legacy. I decided I would honor him by teaching. I moved into the city,
borrowed some money from Bulma, and opened my own little dojo. Business hasn't ever been
dull, and I make a pretty nice income. I guess it helps when you win the World's Tournament
twice, but you see, sweetie, I'm happy. That's all that really matters."
"Goten, that was beautiful." Bra put her hand over faces as if she was going to cry.
"Did I answer your question?" He grinned.
She nodded, "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Can you believe it?"
He still grinned at her, "Yeah I wasn't such a good boy. I hope Santa doesn't leave me out."
"I like bad boys. I'll make up for what he doesn't give." Goten's face brightened at the idea that
were beginning to dance in his head. Bra just smiled and started walking back toward the houses.
When Goten caught up with her he wrapped his arm around her again and walked in contented
silence.
The came back to the house and opened the door to a very heart warming sight. Videl and Gohan
were drinking tea cuddled on the couch. Bulma was sitting on a seemingly irate Vegeta in the
armchair. Chichi stood at the fire place giving about the tree to Trunks and Pan as the levitated
around placing lights, ornaments, bows, candy canes, holly, and tinsel as Chichi saw fit.
"Glad you two came back. Get your butts up here and help." Trunks ordered jokingly.
"But brother dear, you are doing such a great job without us."
Pan and Trunks stuck their tongues out at them. They put the star on top together and landed on
the floor. With the tree finished, the second generation went back to their house and chatted a
little before bed.
"So Pan, you wanna spar tomorrow?" Goten asked, "I mean if you think you can handle it."
"Handle what? You? It's really not worth my time but I have nothing better to do. Sure why not."
Pan smirked evilly.
"Pan, don't do that. You look just like dad; it's scary." Trunks teased.
Pan snapped her head in his direction, "Whatever, Vegeta was right earlier. I can beat you any
day," smirking even more.
Trunks really didn't know how powerful she was, but he had been in training with his dad before.
It was hell of the purest form, and Pan openly admitted to loving it. He could be as strong as or
stronger than she was; after all, he was more Saiyan than she. Had she reached the second level?
The Saiyan in him wanted to challenge. "Want to test that theory?" He asked with a raised
eyebrow.
Goten and Bra looked at them then at each other and shook their head. Both knew it would be a
long night of arguing if something wasn't done and fast. "Pan, you know what I want as a
wedding present." Bra spoke up.
Pan turned to look at her with this baffled expression on her face, "What, huh?"
"I want you to paint the walls of our house." She stated plainly.
"All of them?" She gasped.
"Of course and each room should have a different look."
"Well I don't know," Pan thought and spoke, "That's a lot to ask. I mean paint alone would be
outrageous."
"Oh Pan-chan we'll buy everything. I just want you to paint."
"Oh if that's all, sure I'd be glad to."
"Panny," Goten spoke, she glared at him. "Pan, I mean. You aren't wearing all the eye make-up
and black. What's up?"
"That is right," Trunks chimed in, "I thought you looked different."
"Grandma hates it. So, I don't wear it around her. She said simply. "Bra, you find a dress yet?"
Pan questioned.
A shake of her head was her only response. "Don't worry." Pan comforted, "you'll find one."
"I don't know why it's so hard. It's just a white dress." Trunks added.
"That's because you're a stupid boy." Pan said sternly.
"Are you 12 again?" He asked menacingly.
"Whatever, stupid boy." Pan stuck out her tongue.
Again an argument started between them. Bra and Goten just listened for a few minutes amazed
at how childish two grow adults could be when they were around each other.
"Do they ever stop?" Goten whispered to Bra.
"Goten, you should know by now as well as I do that the answer is no." Bra said aloud knowing
they would never hear.
"Hmm… in that case maybe I should try something." Goten went into the small kitchen and
came back with a tray of cookies and a pitcher of milk. Bra took the pitcher and began to pour
milk for everyone as Goten sat the tray in front of them. They both looked at the cookies then to
each other and then dug in.
"Oh yum!" These are grandma's cookies." Pan squealed. "They are the best." She said as she
downed her 5th.
Trunks put his 8th and only shook his head in agreement.
"You guys aren't becoming predictable are you?" Bra laughed. They looked at each other,
shrugged, and went back to eating. There was one left, and they both reached for it at the same
time. "It's mine!" Pan proclaimed.
"No way!" Trunks sneered.
"I can settle this." Goten said as he walked over. Both kinda looked up at him standing over the
plate. He snatched the cookie and devoured it. It fell silent. Trunks looked from the plate, to
Goten, and to Pan. Pan looked at Trunks at the same time. They both glared at Goten. Everybody
knows never come between a Saiyan and food. Pan was the first to move. She pounced on him
causing them both to fall to the ground. Trunks and Bra scurried about moving furniture, lamps,
and rugs out of harms way. It appeared their sparring session would be tonight.
From her perch she smiled. "I already gave you one black eye."
"You caught me off guard." Goten said bluntly. He used his legs to pull her upper body back and
down. That back fired when she flipped all the way over and landed in a fighting stance. He got
off the floor and took stance as well.
"Trunks, do something." Bra pleaded.
"Like what?" he asked causally.
"Like stop them before they wreck the house we have to live in for the next few weeks."
"Alright, just when it was getting good though. You get Pan. I'll get Goten." They stepped
between them. "Guys you can spar in the morning, outside." Trunks said calmly.
"He ate my cookie." Pan ranted.
"No, he ate my cookie, and I'm going to let it go." Trunks said still facing Goten.
Goten laughed, "Why don't we go to bed." Bra said with a wink. Instantly forgetting the situation
at hand, he swept her off her feet and carried her to their room.
"Well that was one way of stopping it." Trunks sweat dropped. "Speaking of sleep, you don't
snore do you?"
Pan turned and glared at him, "NO, do you?"
"I don't really know, but for your sake I hope not."
"Me, too. So, are you going to bed, or what?" she asked.
"No, I need to check e-mail, look to see if any faxes have been sent, and probably make a few
calls." Trunks replied solemnly.
"Some vacation." She frowned.
"Well if I were at work, I would be doing it all day. I told my assistant only to send things that
absolutely had to have my attention. Anything else has to wait until after the holidays."
"I guess its all part of the biz that I never wanted anything to do with, but I'm going to bed. Don't
stay up too late. You need your rest for out sparring session tomorrow."
He was smirking as she hugged him goodnight. He kissed her forehead and she headed off to
bed. Trunks was left alone to his business at hand. He drug out his laptop, cell phone, and mobile
fax machine. The faster he started the faster he could sleep like the rest of the gang.
Goten held Bra close. Her breath was calm, but he knew she wasn't asleep yet. Something had
been bothering him. The dress, her wedding dress, he knew had been bothering her for weeks.
She might seem cheery on the outside, but he knew that it was more important to her than
anything else at the time and if things didn't turn out right she might just break down to tears. He
wanted to comfort her or try to anyway. "Bra baby, you don't need to worry." He spoke
soothingly.
Her eyes rose slowly, "About what?"
"Your dress. I wouldn't care if you were in your pajamas, just as long as you'll be standing with
me." He played with her hair and watched it fall then cascade down her shoulder.
"I know you could careless about the dress." She said softly, "But a girl only gets married once,
or this girl does anyway. I just want it to be perfect for you and me, us."
Goten hugged her tight, "It will be, love, because it will be the day when the world will see that
our love is everlasting… until death do us part."
"Goten, what makes you think death will save you from me?" Bra said sarcastically.
Goten frowned, "I was trying to be romantic."
"Whatever," she snuggled into his chest again. "Just don't let dad find out about it. You know
how he is with meaningless emotions."
"He killed me once what more does he want." Goten joked.
"You know dad, some things might be worse than death." Bra smiled when she felt Goten stiffen,
but he relaxed. "Goodnight Bra." He whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too." She murmured as sleep took her.
Goten bent down and kissed her forehead. He thought he was the luckiest man alive. He had his
family, his friends, and his true love with in a 100 yards. Nothing could be any better. Well one
thing could, but Bra was already asleep. Smiling to himself he went to sleep and slept dreaming
only of his princess.
Trunks stretched his arms behind his back. It was 1:30 AM. He had finished everything and put it
away. After walking down the hall to the bath, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He
came to his door and turned the knob as slowly as possible not wanting to wake Pan. He crept in
and began to take off his shoes then set them a side. He looked over at Pan; she was sleeping
soundly. After he changed into his pajamas, Trunks pulled the covers down from his bed, and
looked over at Pan again. She had kicked off the covers during her sleep. Not thinking twice he
went and tucked her in. Kissing her forehead again he looked down on her. He smiled to himself
as he thought, `If only she was this pleasant when she was awake.' "Then you be Pan-chan would
you?" he whispered and rose to go back to his bed. She smiled coyly in her sleep. Trunks shook
his head and climbed in bed. He wondered what it really would be like when Bra and Goten got
married. He knew things would change. They always did. Being with Bra was already more
important than hanging out with him. Perhaps he and Pan could regain the best friendship that
had been fading ever since the ending of the tour; after all, she was losing her best friend, too.
They could get through the loss together just like they always did through the years. Sleep took
Trunks from his thoughts and led him into darkness and rest.
Pan's eyes cracked open at 6 AM just as they did every morning. She was ready for a workout.
She dressed in a black and red gi and got her boots on. Then she saw Trunks sleeps soundly. `He
shouldn't miss the chance to train. He never gets to anymore.' She thought as she pounced on
him. Trunks eyes flew open from the shock of the force of her body falling on him. "Panny, what
the hell are you doing?"
"Getting you up to train." She smiled.
"Huh? Wait, what time is it?"
"Don't really know, I normally just wake up around 6 though."
"6!!!" He all but shouted. "I just went to sleep 4 hours ago!"
"So, you never workout anymore; you should while you can." She said matter of factly.
"You aren't my mother Pan. Get off!"
"You're right, because I'm stronger then she is." Pan stood and uncovered him. Trunks looked at
her in disbelief, but what she did next was even more shocking. Pan hoisted him on her shoulder
and proceeded to carry him to the door to train.
Trunks began shouting, "Pan you put me down right now! You'll be sorry!!"
"Will I?" She taunted. Goten and Bra ran into the hall to what was going on. Bra was speechless
at the sight before her. Her brother was forcibly being carried outside for some reason. She didn't
know if he had made Pan mad or what, but Goten just burst into laughter.
"Pan, I swear to Dende if you don't take me back to bed I'll kick you ass. I'm not playing with
you."
"Trunks, I would love to take you to bed and play with you, but I don't think dad would approve."
She teased as she got to the front door. She didn't know why she didn't just drop him, but that
might ruin her fun.
"Pan! If you open that door you've had it!" she shouted. She felt him powering up. She opened
the door and carried him outside. Vegeta and Gohan were out there warming up. Pan threw him
off the porch. He hit the ground and burst up and into Super Saiyan.
"Damn it Pan! What the hell is wrong with you?" He raged.
"Nothing, Trunks I just wanted a good workout, but you'll have to do." She smiled evilly.
"You want a battle? Well, you've started a war." Trunks spoke lowly through clenched teeth.
"Vegeta, maybe we should see what's going on. I don't want Pan to get hurt." Gohan reasoned.
"Pah, don't be silly brat. I thought this trip would be boring, but things are looking up." Vegeta
grinned evilly. Gohan looked on fearfully.
Pan powered up to Super Saiyan as well. "Is that so?" Well either was I win; so, it's no big deal,
but if you've done talking…" she didn't finish because Trunks charged at her with an assault of
kicks, punches, and blasts. Pan blocked everything.
Gohan was very impressed. "Wow, that's my girl."
"Brat, you haven't seen anything yet." Vegeta said almost prideful like he knew same secret no
one else was aware of.
Pan took the offensive. She did a combo of kicks, the last hitting its mark. She began using her
fists. Suddenly, Trunks caught her fists in his hands. A power struggle began. Each kept
powering up. Both smiled sinisterly. "Really, you should train more." Pan taunted.
"Why, you train all the time. I'm beating you."
"Beating? Hardly." She broke his hold and rose above him. She slammed her fists into his
shoulders sending him into the dirt. Trunks quickly recovered and joined her in the sky. "You
can't win you know. I mean, you're just a little girl." His comment sparked anger Pan had never
known. No one had told her that in at least 10 years. The anger took over her whole being.
Perhaps she had been around Vegeta much too long. The anger felt wonderful as it flowed into
her soul. Golden energy and lightening flowed from her. Vegeta went wide-eyed, "Shit." He said
in skepticism.
"Wow I didn't know she reached the third level." Gohan said in amazement.
"This is her first time." Vegeta informed.
"Shit." Gohan repeated.
"I am not a child anymore, Trunks." She raged and then began her assault. He didn't know how to
defend against the train that had hit him, and it just kept coming. He was bleeding he felt it
trickle down his face. He started to defend himself. She paused at his new action. He took the
chance to power up as well. They stood facing each other. Trunks was faster in the form. He
assaulted her and didn't stop. He finally plunged his fists into her should blades just as she had
done to him. Pan hit the ground, breaking it.
"That's enough." Vegeta called out and went to Pan. She was still face down and her hair turned
black again.
Trunks landed beside her. "She okay?"
"Yes, she's just passed out from controlling all that energy. It was her first time." Vegeta
informed.
"Really? Shit." Trunks said in astonished.
"Take her back in the house, clean her wounds and yours, and then put her to bed. She needs
some rest." Vegeta commanded. Trunks powered down and picked up her limp form. `She needs
rest?' he thought bitterly as his muscle ached from the exertion.
Goten and Bra had been watching from the door. Trunks walked past them. "Bra, help me." He
called as he walked down the hall. She followed. Bra cleaned Pan up and put her to bed. She was
proud of Pan. She had worked long and hard to ascend and finally had. Pan had all but given up
and lost hope, but she did the impossible. Bra smiled at her best friend who had always done
anything she had ever put her mind to. To Bra, Pan would always remain as the persistent
troublesome girl who stowed away on the tour, and came back a persistent deep girl. "Merry
Christmas Panny." Bra whispered as she closed the door to her room.
"She okay?" Goten asked as Bra came to the living room.
"She should be fine, just tired." Bra saw Trunks just come out the bath. "Don't go in there."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Pan's asleep; just borrow some of Goten's clothes. They'll fit."
"I should wake her up. She drug me out of bed this morning."
"Yes we all saw that." Goten said on the verge of laughing.
"Shut up!" Trunks pouted.
"Look bro, if you really wanted Pan to let you go, you could have freed yourself. I don't want to
hear any crap. You wanted to spar just as much as she did."
"It was nice, and I did win." He smirked as he went to get some of Goten's clothes. He came back
to and empty room. He looked the clock. It was 8. The others were probably sitting down to
breakfast. He was really tired. He could A) go eat with the others or B) go back to bed. He turned
and walked back down the hall to his room. He entered not waking Pan, and tumbled down on
his bed. Sleep took him quickly and the last thing he thought was `Man I really do need to train
more.'
Okay so I didn't make it all the way through Christmas…. But the next update will be from now
until new years!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy right now, but I don't know why. Must
be that good old Christmas Spirit. Happy Holidays! And Happy Happy New Years. My
resolution I think is going to be to keep a better up date schedule! I'll try my best. I love you
guys! Thanks for all the reviews thus far… and for those yet to be given for the update… there
will be some I hope… but that's you're choice. Thanks you again.
Laterz
DBPrincess116
sometime, but I wrote it on paper. The task of typing it all now is quite long, but I'm doing it. It
should get through Christmas night. I hope you find it cute and funny in some places. This fic has
been hard at times but I think we'll get through it. I'm not giving up just yet. Maybe you guys
could help me out with reviews and such things to motivate? I think that was a cheap way of
begging for response from the readers. Ah it's okay my therapist tells me that if you really want
something all you really have to do it ask for it. It couldn't hurt anything. ; ) Here we go…
I don't know the characters of DBZ.
They closed the door behind them. It was a chilly winter's night in the mountains. Goten wrapped
an arm around Bra waist as they made their way toward the forest. They came to the somewhat
grown up path and proceeded into the wintry wonderland.
"Goten, why did you leave the city? It's so beautiful here?" Bra asked as they took a turn down
the path.
He paused and looked deep into her eyes, "Well some things in the city are more beautiful." He
caressed her cheek with his fingertips then bend down for a kiss.
"No really, why did you move?" She prodded.
"My dad," he said simply.
Bra raised an eyebrow in confusion. She couldn't figure out what his father had to do with him
moving. Goku had been gone for a while now. He noticed her uncertainty, and began to explain,
"You know mom always wanted Gohan to be a doctor or scientist or something brainy like that.
She got her wish. I was never as apt as Gohan; so her dreams for me weren't as high. Now, I'm
not saying my mom thought I was less than Gohan; she just wanted me to happy and successful
in whatever I became." He paused. Bra looked at him with a sort of understanding and he
continued, "I have always been a carbon copy of my dad, even more so before I cut my hair. I
wanted to do something for him, for his remembrance. I wanted to share what he gave me so
others would know his legacy. I decided I would honor him by teaching. I moved into the city,
borrowed some money from Bulma, and opened my own little dojo. Business hasn't ever been
dull, and I make a pretty nice income. I guess it helps when you win the World's Tournament
twice, but you see, sweetie, I'm happy. That's all that really matters."
"Goten, that was beautiful." Bra put her hand over faces as if she was going to cry.
"Did I answer your question?" He grinned.
She nodded, "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Can you believe it?"
He still grinned at her, "Yeah I wasn't such a good boy. I hope Santa doesn't leave me out."
"I like bad boys. I'll make up for what he doesn't give." Goten's face brightened at the idea that
were beginning to dance in his head. Bra just smiled and started walking back toward the houses.
When Goten caught up with her he wrapped his arm around her again and walked in contented
silence.
The came back to the house and opened the door to a very heart warming sight. Videl and Gohan
were drinking tea cuddled on the couch. Bulma was sitting on a seemingly irate Vegeta in the
armchair. Chichi stood at the fire place giving about the tree to Trunks and Pan as the levitated
around placing lights, ornaments, bows, candy canes, holly, and tinsel as Chichi saw fit.
"Glad you two came back. Get your butts up here and help." Trunks ordered jokingly.
"But brother dear, you are doing such a great job without us."
Pan and Trunks stuck their tongues out at them. They put the star on top together and landed on
the floor. With the tree finished, the second generation went back to their house and chatted a
little before bed.
"So Pan, you wanna spar tomorrow?" Goten asked, "I mean if you think you can handle it."
"Handle what? You? It's really not worth my time but I have nothing better to do. Sure why not."
Pan smirked evilly.
"Pan, don't do that. You look just like dad; it's scary." Trunks teased.
Pan snapped her head in his direction, "Whatever, Vegeta was right earlier. I can beat you any
day," smirking even more.
Trunks really didn't know how powerful she was, but he had been in training with his dad before.
It was hell of the purest form, and Pan openly admitted to loving it. He could be as strong as or
stronger than she was; after all, he was more Saiyan than she. Had she reached the second level?
The Saiyan in him wanted to challenge. "Want to test that theory?" He asked with a raised
eyebrow.
Goten and Bra looked at them then at each other and shook their head. Both knew it would be a
long night of arguing if something wasn't done and fast. "Pan, you know what I want as a
wedding present." Bra spoke up.
Pan turned to look at her with this baffled expression on her face, "What, huh?"
"I want you to paint the walls of our house." She stated plainly.
"All of them?" She gasped.
"Of course and each room should have a different look."
"Well I don't know," Pan thought and spoke, "That's a lot to ask. I mean paint alone would be
outrageous."
"Oh Pan-chan we'll buy everything. I just want you to paint."
"Oh if that's all, sure I'd be glad to."
"Panny," Goten spoke, she glared at him. "Pan, I mean. You aren't wearing all the eye make-up
and black. What's up?"
"That is right," Trunks chimed in, "I thought you looked different."
"Grandma hates it. So, I don't wear it around her. She said simply. "Bra, you find a dress yet?"
Pan questioned.
A shake of her head was her only response. "Don't worry." Pan comforted, "you'll find one."
"I don't know why it's so hard. It's just a white dress." Trunks added.
"That's because you're a stupid boy." Pan said sternly.
"Are you 12 again?" He asked menacingly.
"Whatever, stupid boy." Pan stuck out her tongue.
Again an argument started between them. Bra and Goten just listened for a few minutes amazed
at how childish two grow adults could be when they were around each other.
"Do they ever stop?" Goten whispered to Bra.
"Goten, you should know by now as well as I do that the answer is no." Bra said aloud knowing
they would never hear.
"Hmm… in that case maybe I should try something." Goten went into the small kitchen and
came back with a tray of cookies and a pitcher of milk. Bra took the pitcher and began to pour
milk for everyone as Goten sat the tray in front of them. They both looked at the cookies then to
each other and then dug in.
"Oh yum!" These are grandma's cookies." Pan squealed. "They are the best." She said as she
downed her 5th.
Trunks put his 8th and only shook his head in agreement.
"You guys aren't becoming predictable are you?" Bra laughed. They looked at each other,
shrugged, and went back to eating. There was one left, and they both reached for it at the same
time. "It's mine!" Pan proclaimed.
"No way!" Trunks sneered.
"I can settle this." Goten said as he walked over. Both kinda looked up at him standing over the
plate. He snatched the cookie and devoured it. It fell silent. Trunks looked from the plate, to
Goten, and to Pan. Pan looked at Trunks at the same time. They both glared at Goten. Everybody
knows never come between a Saiyan and food. Pan was the first to move. She pounced on him
causing them both to fall to the ground. Trunks and Bra scurried about moving furniture, lamps,
and rugs out of harms way. It appeared their sparring session would be tonight.
From her perch she smiled. "I already gave you one black eye."
"You caught me off guard." Goten said bluntly. He used his legs to pull her upper body back and
down. That back fired when she flipped all the way over and landed in a fighting stance. He got
off the floor and took stance as well.
"Trunks, do something." Bra pleaded.
"Like what?" he asked causally.
"Like stop them before they wreck the house we have to live in for the next few weeks."
"Alright, just when it was getting good though. You get Pan. I'll get Goten." They stepped
between them. "Guys you can spar in the morning, outside." Trunks said calmly.
"He ate my cookie." Pan ranted.
"No, he ate my cookie, and I'm going to let it go." Trunks said still facing Goten.
Goten laughed, "Why don't we go to bed." Bra said with a wink. Instantly forgetting the situation
at hand, he swept her off her feet and carried her to their room.
"Well that was one way of stopping it." Trunks sweat dropped. "Speaking of sleep, you don't
snore do you?"
Pan turned and glared at him, "NO, do you?"
"I don't really know, but for your sake I hope not."
"Me, too. So, are you going to bed, or what?" she asked.
"No, I need to check e-mail, look to see if any faxes have been sent, and probably make a few
calls." Trunks replied solemnly.
"Some vacation." She frowned.
"Well if I were at work, I would be doing it all day. I told my assistant only to send things that
absolutely had to have my attention. Anything else has to wait until after the holidays."
"I guess its all part of the biz that I never wanted anything to do with, but I'm going to bed. Don't
stay up too late. You need your rest for out sparring session tomorrow."
He was smirking as she hugged him goodnight. He kissed her forehead and she headed off to
bed. Trunks was left alone to his business at hand. He drug out his laptop, cell phone, and mobile
fax machine. The faster he started the faster he could sleep like the rest of the gang.
Goten held Bra close. Her breath was calm, but he knew she wasn't asleep yet. Something had
been bothering him. The dress, her wedding dress, he knew had been bothering her for weeks.
She might seem cheery on the outside, but he knew that it was more important to her than
anything else at the time and if things didn't turn out right she might just break down to tears. He
wanted to comfort her or try to anyway. "Bra baby, you don't need to worry." He spoke
soothingly.
Her eyes rose slowly, "About what?"
"Your dress. I wouldn't care if you were in your pajamas, just as long as you'll be standing with
me." He played with her hair and watched it fall then cascade down her shoulder.
"I know you could careless about the dress." She said softly, "But a girl only gets married once,
or this girl does anyway. I just want it to be perfect for you and me, us."
Goten hugged her tight, "It will be, love, because it will be the day when the world will see that
our love is everlasting… until death do us part."
"Goten, what makes you think death will save you from me?" Bra said sarcastically.
Goten frowned, "I was trying to be romantic."
"Whatever," she snuggled into his chest again. "Just don't let dad find out about it. You know
how he is with meaningless emotions."
"He killed me once what more does he want." Goten joked.
"You know dad, some things might be worse than death." Bra smiled when she felt Goten stiffen,
but he relaxed. "Goodnight Bra." He whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too." She murmured as sleep took her.
Goten bent down and kissed her forehead. He thought he was the luckiest man alive. He had his
family, his friends, and his true love with in a 100 yards. Nothing could be any better. Well one
thing could, but Bra was already asleep. Smiling to himself he went to sleep and slept dreaming
only of his princess.
Trunks stretched his arms behind his back. It was 1:30 AM. He had finished everything and put it
away. After walking down the hall to the bath, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He
came to his door and turned the knob as slowly as possible not wanting to wake Pan. He crept in
and began to take off his shoes then set them a side. He looked over at Pan; she was sleeping
soundly. After he changed into his pajamas, Trunks pulled the covers down from his bed, and
looked over at Pan again. She had kicked off the covers during her sleep. Not thinking twice he
went and tucked her in. Kissing her forehead again he looked down on her. He smiled to himself
as he thought, `If only she was this pleasant when she was awake.' "Then you be Pan-chan would
you?" he whispered and rose to go back to his bed. She smiled coyly in her sleep. Trunks shook
his head and climbed in bed. He wondered what it really would be like when Bra and Goten got
married. He knew things would change. They always did. Being with Bra was already more
important than hanging out with him. Perhaps he and Pan could regain the best friendship that
had been fading ever since the ending of the tour; after all, she was losing her best friend, too.
They could get through the loss together just like they always did through the years. Sleep took
Trunks from his thoughts and led him into darkness and rest.
Pan's eyes cracked open at 6 AM just as they did every morning. She was ready for a workout.
She dressed in a black and red gi and got her boots on. Then she saw Trunks sleeps soundly. `He
shouldn't miss the chance to train. He never gets to anymore.' She thought as she pounced on
him. Trunks eyes flew open from the shock of the force of her body falling on him. "Panny, what
the hell are you doing?"
"Getting you up to train." She smiled.
"Huh? Wait, what time is it?"
"Don't really know, I normally just wake up around 6 though."
"6!!!" He all but shouted. "I just went to sleep 4 hours ago!"
"So, you never workout anymore; you should while you can." She said matter of factly.
"You aren't my mother Pan. Get off!"
"You're right, because I'm stronger then she is." Pan stood and uncovered him. Trunks looked at
her in disbelief, but what she did next was even more shocking. Pan hoisted him on her shoulder
and proceeded to carry him to the door to train.
Trunks began shouting, "Pan you put me down right now! You'll be sorry!!"
"Will I?" She taunted. Goten and Bra ran into the hall to what was going on. Bra was speechless
at the sight before her. Her brother was forcibly being carried outside for some reason. She didn't
know if he had made Pan mad or what, but Goten just burst into laughter.
"Pan, I swear to Dende if you don't take me back to bed I'll kick you ass. I'm not playing with
you."
"Trunks, I would love to take you to bed and play with you, but I don't think dad would approve."
She teased as she got to the front door. She didn't know why she didn't just drop him, but that
might ruin her fun.
"Pan! If you open that door you've had it!" she shouted. She felt him powering up. She opened
the door and carried him outside. Vegeta and Gohan were out there warming up. Pan threw him
off the porch. He hit the ground and burst up and into Super Saiyan.
"Damn it Pan! What the hell is wrong with you?" He raged.
"Nothing, Trunks I just wanted a good workout, but you'll have to do." She smiled evilly.
"You want a battle? Well, you've started a war." Trunks spoke lowly through clenched teeth.
"Vegeta, maybe we should see what's going on. I don't want Pan to get hurt." Gohan reasoned.
"Pah, don't be silly brat. I thought this trip would be boring, but things are looking up." Vegeta
grinned evilly. Gohan looked on fearfully.
Pan powered up to Super Saiyan as well. "Is that so?" Well either was I win; so, it's no big deal,
but if you've done talking…" she didn't finish because Trunks charged at her with an assault of
kicks, punches, and blasts. Pan blocked everything.
Gohan was very impressed. "Wow, that's my girl."
"Brat, you haven't seen anything yet." Vegeta said almost prideful like he knew same secret no
one else was aware of.
Pan took the offensive. She did a combo of kicks, the last hitting its mark. She began using her
fists. Suddenly, Trunks caught her fists in his hands. A power struggle began. Each kept
powering up. Both smiled sinisterly. "Really, you should train more." Pan taunted.
"Why, you train all the time. I'm beating you."
"Beating? Hardly." She broke his hold and rose above him. She slammed her fists into his
shoulders sending him into the dirt. Trunks quickly recovered and joined her in the sky. "You
can't win you know. I mean, you're just a little girl." His comment sparked anger Pan had never
known. No one had told her that in at least 10 years. The anger took over her whole being.
Perhaps she had been around Vegeta much too long. The anger felt wonderful as it flowed into
her soul. Golden energy and lightening flowed from her. Vegeta went wide-eyed, "Shit." He said
in skepticism.
"Wow I didn't know she reached the third level." Gohan said in amazement.
"This is her first time." Vegeta informed.
"Shit." Gohan repeated.
"I am not a child anymore, Trunks." She raged and then began her assault. He didn't know how to
defend against the train that had hit him, and it just kept coming. He was bleeding he felt it
trickle down his face. He started to defend himself. She paused at his new action. He took the
chance to power up as well. They stood facing each other. Trunks was faster in the form. He
assaulted her and didn't stop. He finally plunged his fists into her should blades just as she had
done to him. Pan hit the ground, breaking it.
"That's enough." Vegeta called out and went to Pan. She was still face down and her hair turned
black again.
Trunks landed beside her. "She okay?"
"Yes, she's just passed out from controlling all that energy. It was her first time." Vegeta
informed.
"Really? Shit." Trunks said in astonished.
"Take her back in the house, clean her wounds and yours, and then put her to bed. She needs
some rest." Vegeta commanded. Trunks powered down and picked up her limp form. `She needs
rest?' he thought bitterly as his muscle ached from the exertion.
Goten and Bra had been watching from the door. Trunks walked past them. "Bra, help me." He
called as he walked down the hall. She followed. Bra cleaned Pan up and put her to bed. She was
proud of Pan. She had worked long and hard to ascend and finally had. Pan had all but given up
and lost hope, but she did the impossible. Bra smiled at her best friend who had always done
anything she had ever put her mind to. To Bra, Pan would always remain as the persistent
troublesome girl who stowed away on the tour, and came back a persistent deep girl. "Merry
Christmas Panny." Bra whispered as she closed the door to her room.
"She okay?" Goten asked as Bra came to the living room.
"She should be fine, just tired." Bra saw Trunks just come out the bath. "Don't go in there."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Pan's asleep; just borrow some of Goten's clothes. They'll fit."
"I should wake her up. She drug me out of bed this morning."
"Yes we all saw that." Goten said on the verge of laughing.
"Shut up!" Trunks pouted.
"Look bro, if you really wanted Pan to let you go, you could have freed yourself. I don't want to
hear any crap. You wanted to spar just as much as she did."
"It was nice, and I did win." He smirked as he went to get some of Goten's clothes. He came back
to and empty room. He looked the clock. It was 8. The others were probably sitting down to
breakfast. He was really tired. He could A) go eat with the others or B) go back to bed. He turned
and walked back down the hall to his room. He entered not waking Pan, and tumbled down on
his bed. Sleep took him quickly and the last thing he thought was `Man I really do need to train
more.'
Okay so I didn't make it all the way through Christmas…. But the next update will be from now
until new years!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy right now, but I don't know why. Must
be that good old Christmas Spirit. Happy Holidays! And Happy Happy New Years. My
resolution I think is going to be to keep a better up date schedule! I'll try my best. I love you
guys! Thanks for all the reviews thus far… and for those yet to be given for the update… there
will be some I hope… but that's you're choice. Thanks you again.
Laterz
DBPrincess116