Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ Eavesdropping and Lost ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

"Where are they? I didn't think we moved that quick, did we?" Jen asked worriedly, glancing down the empty path, tail twitching irately behind her. Christine sat, feet dangling off a sturdy tree limb while looking down at her friend with a smirk and a shrug.

"Maybe they hung back a bit? Plus, didn't the kids go back to find them?" Christine offered. "I'm sure Trunks and Goten will make them hurry up. Their energy is contagious," she said softly with a laugh. It was true. For them, it was hard not to start laughing and acting like a kid when spending a few minutes around the little rascals. Either that or try to kill the annoying little things. If Gohan and Krillen didn't catch their energy, they'd sure try and catch them… Christine shrugged her shoulders and straightened her legs, rocking back and forth, still keeping balance and making a game of doing so.

Glancing upward, Jen let a heavy sigh escape her lips, purposefully smoothing the fur of her tail with an extremely light touch before carefully making her way to the base of the large tree that supported her friend. Arms crossing over, she slowly levitated upward, coming level with her pal's face and shaking her head lightly. Little did they know, they were not alone. Not by far. Eyes watched them, voices hushed to not even a whisper, breath held in check, even, soft, hopeful of being looked over by either of the observant females as the sighing of the breeze. Two figures, hunched over in the bushes, poised to pounce, two pairs of eyes gazing up at the pair seated in the tall oak, driven to idle chat by absence of anything else to do but wait.

"So… Krillen's been working out some more I see?" Jen observed, leaning her back against the trunk of the tree, legs stretched luxuriously along the length of a branch beneath Christine, who squirmed lightly at the statement but nodded, a grin slipping over her lips. Jen raised an eyebrow knowingly.

"Ya, I guess so," Christine muttered awkwardly, purposefully avoiding the gaze of her best friend, a blush coming to her cheeks as she knew her eyes were on her for one reason. "Come on Jen…Don't look at me like that!"

"Admit it, he looks good. More buff? I bet he could sweep you right off your feet if ya catch my drift," Jen said gazing upward with a large grin splayed across her face as Christine giggled with a girly smile. Noticing her own reaction to this suggestion, she resolutely cleared her throat and forcing her face to become a mask of neutral emotion.

"I don't know what you mean Jen," she tried in a business-like fashion, looking around the forest, that opened up to a gorgeous view of the mountain through a gap along a cliff edge. The sun shot rays of light in scattered patterns through the tree tops, letting them dance on the green grass beneath them and setting the high trees blanketed around the mountain's base in a faint mist of evaporating morning dew. The clouds were thin and floated freely in oblong shapes, drifting in front of the golden orb to block out light for moments before again sending a glow of yellow along the land and warming their backs. The songs of birds were broken for a second as Jen scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes.

"Don't know what I mean my butt! Come on, stop denying it! You like him, you want to date him, you want to hug him," she coed, imitating Miss Congeniality while batting her eyelashes and swaying from side to side on the branch. Christine covered her face with her hands and groaned sadly into them, as if consenting to it, yet both stopped as a sudden rustling caught there attention, not far from them, but instantly stopping as they cast their eyes toward it. "What was that," Jen muttered questioningly, looking up to Christine.

"Squirrel? We are in a forest after all…"

Krillen found himself, forced down to the ground with a hand tightly clasped over his mouth and Gohan on the ground next to him, carefully peering through the fine slits of visibility in the brush. The taller man glared at him venomously, showing he did not appreciate his last act. The two had been hiding within the forest shadows, hoping to jump out and scare the two females, that was until the reach that subject that males rarely are entitled to hear. Eagerly, they both had consented to remaining hidden, to simply listen to the words leaving the girls' mouths, hoping to catch wind of themselves.

Krillen, upon hearing his name had visibly stiffened, closed his eyes and crossed his fingers, soundlessly speaking a prayer over and over again, much to Gohan's mirth. He found his friend's anxiety most funny, that was until they found that most of Jen's jesting gave a reaction of positive answer from Christine and that's when it happened. Gleefully, Krillen had forgotten they were hiding and he had prepared to jump up and whoop with delight, yet Gohan had snatched him and forced him down, merely causing a ripple in the leaves to catch the females' attention.

Jen's eyes narrowed and she continued to watch the spot from the corner of her eye, while, Christine already relaxed and looked down to her before grinning suddenly.

"How about you Jen? You've been training with Gohan…How's he lookin' to you topless?" she asked evilly, grinning ear to ear and Jen blinked several times, blushing and coughing quickly. But before responding with a denial of this, the bush shook again, just a minor tremor, not catching the human's attention, but only the Saiyan's. A fringe of black spiked hair and Jen's jaw nearly dropped. It was them! But no…if they wanted to eavesdrop, they'd get an earful…

"Gohan? Well, I've gotta admit, he's pretty damn hot. There has been sometimes I really regret being his fake sister. I'd jump him right now if he showed up," she said, forcing a dreamy lustful tone into her voice and the scent of nervous sweat soon wafted to her nose from to her side. Well, that got a reaction from Gohan. Christine, however, blinked several times and stared at her, obviously expecting to get a flat out denial of any such feelings. Jen looked up at her and then quickly tossed her head toward the bush but made it seem as if she were simply tossing her hair away from her neck. She raised both eyebrows dramatically at the same time, widening her eyes and mouthing out `Krillen and Gohan', praying her friend caught the hint.

There was silence for a long time and Gohan nervously awaited more, a heavy blush creeping over his face as he sweat uncontrollably, Krillen grinning at him while holding in a snicker. They felt like school boys, sneaking out in the middle of the night to a girls' sleep over to perch beneath the window and listen about their crushes opinion. The silence dragged on for a while, and Gohan became suspicious, preparing to carefully raise his head and peer toward them and see what had gone on to cause such a pause.

"Oh…OH! Ya…I know, same way I feel about Krillen!" Christine said after staring blankly at Jen, catching in her mind what was going on. Jen looked relieved as she kept the conversation going, in the exact direction needed to make their plans back fire on the overly curious males. Christine glanced to the bush, then winked at her. "But, I have always been attracted to the hairless men. Like Tien, oh yes. He's tall too, so maybe he's got a leg up on Krillen."

"Ya, I gotta admit, Vegeta's been looking pretty good too. Too bad he's taken huh?"

It was torture, both Krillen and Gohan's faces and jaws dropped like anvils, eyes widening and sorrowfully disbelieving expressions stamped on their faces. They looked at each other, gaping, then listened even more. Vegeta?! Tien?! It was like a nightmare and both now sorely regretted being there to hear it.

"You remember Miria Trunks? From when Cell was around? HOT!" Christine exclaimed, a bit truthfully now. It was true. Bulma and Vegeta's son, once grown up, had become quite an eyeful. Jen nodded several times, whistling slowly in appreciation. But now… Time to really get them. Gohan would pay for listening to a private conversation.

"But you know who I've really thought about a lot Christine? Yamcha…" she said. His name had slipped past her lips, slowly and so sensually, as if they had already been lovers once and she simply longed to have him again. Christine nearly threw a fit of laughter and Jen winked to her. If there was one way to punish them, it was to claim to be in love with the biggest Player of the entire group of friends.

"Oh I know what you mean. I could spend hours just watching him, I've even thought of dropping something just so he would lean over and pick it up… Just imagine it Jen. Tight jeans…"

"NOOO!!!" cried two voices in symphony, decidedly miserable, desperate, almost tearful, unable to take this. Both guys bounded from their hiding places with hands clasped tightly over their ears while the girls looked smugly down on them. Dropping to his knees, Krillen slapped his hands together, tears welling up in his eyes as he almost sobbed, staring pleadingly up at them. Gohan fell to the same position, sniffling sadly, leaves protruding from his hair and dirt covering both of their knees from kneeling.

"Please, no more! Please!"

"Yah! For Kami's sake, I can't take anymore of this!"

"Serves you boys right for eavesdropping like that! How dare you listen in on a conversation that had nothing to do with you!" Jen scowled down at them, Christine stuck her tongue out for added affect. Krillen stood up, a flash of anger sweeping over his visage while craning his neck to watch the two, like mocking little tree spirits, pulling faces at them from their leafy perches.

"Nothing to do with us?! Are you kidding! You were talking about us the whole time!" Krillen shouted in defense, face red as he narrowed his eyes at them, as if blaming it all on them for the fact Gohan and him had been listening.

"No…As I remember we were talking about Yamcha's fine rear," Jen countered, crossing her arms over her chest and quirking an eyebrow at the two culprits. But Gohan was grinning, now standing up.

"They're toying with us buddy. Only the first two statements were right. They knew we were there so they made the rest up, right girls," asked smartly, seeming rather proud of his intellect, closing his eyes and chuckling. "You had us fooled for a while there, but we can see straight through you two. Nice try though."

"What makes you think any of it was true?

"Or that any one part of it was false?"

"Which parts were we faking and which were we telling the truth?" Christine said slowly, an impish grin on her face, almost evil as both the fighter's faces fell, horror slipping over their complexions and they glanced between each other, then back at them. It was true. There would be no way of discerning a truth from a lie, a true crush from a fake infatuation. Hopeless to tell even when they had figured out when they had found their whereabouts.

"Hey guys!" said a chipper voice, the tall bulk of Goku breaking through the scenery in a mass of blue and orange. Vegeta was walking stubbornly behind him, fuming silently, yet glaring at the back of Goku's head with a look that screamed hatred. Gohan and Krillen muttered a depressed greeting, while both girls giggled and replied in a happy tone. Suddenly, Goku swiveled his head on his neck, right then left, a confused look on his face. "Um… where are the boys?"

"We sent them after Gohan and Krillen a little while ago," Jen said.

"Well, Vegeta and me found them and then sent them back up here about 15 minutes ago. They should be here with you guys. But… I can't feel their Ki's anymore," Goku said confusedly, one fist on his hip, the other hand touching at his chin, deep in thought. Everyone glanced around before Vegeta growled and glared at Goku.

"Kakarrot, You lost our sons?!"

Eavedropping, TSkTSkTSk, bad boys. Anyway, next chapter'll come soon, for anyone who actually is reading this and enjoying it.