"Boys. Who needs 'em!" Marron exclaimed in frustration as she kicked a can off the sidewalk and into the air.
"Or men either!" Pan added as she grabbed the can and squeezed it into a paper thin piece of tin.
"I can't believe the nerve of that guy!"
"Will you two stop whining. Let's go shopping and relieve some of that frustration you two have."
"Bra, does your entire life revolve around shopping?"
"Naturally Pan. Why not? It's fun. Besides, today I have special plastic. It's my brother's. Let's say we max it out."
Pan grabbed the card out of Bra's hand. "Yes. If it's Trunks', I'd be more than willing to do so at this time."
Marron and Bra both looked at her in surprise.
"Uh Pan, I thought you liked my brother?"
"He's just like the rest. He's only gentlemanly enough to get what he wants."
Bra grabbed her best friend by the shoulders. "He didn't did he!?"
Pan shoved her hands off. "Not me, some bimbo from his office. He thinks I'm a little kid not worthy of that type of attention."
Bra rolled her eyes. "Pan, many ladies fall for his charm. He's single, handsome, rich, and hot to trot and I can't believe I'm saying these things about my brother. Besides, I overheard my mom talking with him. She's pushing for grandkids."
"So he's reduced to a walking penis."
Marron saw her opportunity. She quickly entered the conversation. "So Pan, do you mind if I try to date with Trunks?"
Pan's eyes met her friend's in a glare. "Males suck. Move in on Trunks and die a gruesome, slow death Marron." Pan mentioned in a soft but deadly voice.
Marron just stood there speechless and confused.
"Marron, Pan, will you two cut that out. Geesh, you two are attracting attention to us."
"Oooh, any guys looking?" Pan immediately said.
"Hypocrit." Marron commented dryly.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Well, you're just a hussy looking for money." Pan spat.
"Back at ya Pan. You just don't want to work at all in your life."
"I don't have to anyway. I have Grandpa Satan who'll give me all the money I desire."
"So why go after Trunks then?"
"Ahhh, the devil reveals her own plan. Idiot."
Bra growled. "Will you two cut that out before I level the both of you! We're supposed to be having fun, not biting each other's throats!"
All three walked in silence after as they entered the Briefs' residence. Bra broke the silence as she led them to a cupbord in the recreation room and checked out which capsules and keys were present. "Yes! Let's go shopping in style ladies!" Bra cheered as she grabbed a set of car keys,led them back outside,and tossed a capsule. With a poof a spiffy sportscar poised in front of them. Bra watched in amusement as her two friends gaped in awe at the slick beauty of the shiny speedster.
Bra decided to fill in some of their gaps. "Capsule Corp's latest model. My brother's first solo design. This is his car, but he rarely drives it. He says he'd rather give Jimmy, the limo driver overtime. But in reality, I think he's scared to drive it after some reporter commented that the sporty car is nothing more than an extension of himself and that perhaps he lacks in a certain area."
"Crash and burn." Marron commented.
"Serves him right." Pan added.
"Nah, I don't think it's like that. He once dated that reporter then dumped her for the reporter of the rival station."
"Ouch. As I said, reports confirm that Capsule Corp's latest President is a walking penis." Pan joked as she mimicked a reporter holding a microphone.
""Pan!?"
"What?"
"You're so cold to him now."
"Hate men."
"Yeah!" Marron chimed in, trying to get on Pan's good side. She couldn't compete with Saiyan blood in a fight.
"You with us Bra?"
"I don't hate men."
"Then just dislike them then."
"No."
"Party pooper."
"It's not my fault you two haven't discovered the pleasure of a man."
"I want to but Trunks won't--"
Bra cut her off in shock. "You want...with my BROTHER...eeeeeeewwww!"
"Weren't we discussing this earlier? I think those Vegeta genes of yours have a fault in memory retention."
"Do not."
"Do too!"
"Ugh! Bra stop! I already did this with Marron."
Marron decided to bravely (or stupidly) step between them. "Hello you two--shopping, remember?"
"Marron's right, why are we wasting time here." Bra replied as she unlocked Trunks' car.
As Bra stepped into the driver's seat she reached over to adjust the rear view mirror. Marron opted for the back as Pan hopped into the passenger's seat.
"Ick!" Bra exclaimed as she removed a ladies garter from the mirror and tossed it to Pan.
"Hey, I've seen this one before, in my parent's photo album. It's from my mom and dad's wedding. Trunks caught it?"
"If it's here in his car, it must be. Put it in the glove compartment. We don't want guys seeing us with that hanging up. That'd be very unladylike."
Pan popped open the compartment only to gape in disgust. "EEEEWWW!"
"What?" Bra asked. Pan pointed toward what was inside the glove compartment.
Marron and Bra both leaned over to look.
"Don't worry, those aren't used, the wrappers are still on them."
Marron laughed.
"Marron, if I were you, I'd watch out back there. The used ones would be tossed back there if there were any."
Marron screeched in disgust then promptly shut up as she pulled her feet upward while looking about.
Pan stuffed the garter into the compartment and shut it. An expression of disgust was still on her face.
"Well, uh, at least he's prepared and stays safe, right?" Bra commented if only to break the uncomfortable silence in the car.
"Bachelor's car." Pan muttered.
"But a very cool car. Now it's a bachelorette's car." Bra replied while revving up the engine before allowing it to return to its idling purr. Moments later she screeched out of the driveway and whooshed down the road.
Within minutes they were at Bra's favorite shopping hangout, the largest mall in Western Capital City. Using her family's influence, Bra got VIP parking in a private garage area away from the chaos of the rest of the parking areas.
"So ladies, where do you wanna spend Trunks' money first?" Bra asked as they entered the mall.
"Shoes. New shoes." Marron suggested.
"Hey, yeah, I do need a new pair of running shoes." Pan mentioned.
"And I need a new pair of white boots to go with my latest ensamble. Shoes it is." Bra commented as she looked about for the nearest shoe store.
A little while later all three young ladies departed with a handful of shoe boxes each.
"Let's drop these off at Capsule Corp's office area here so we don't have to lug them around all day."
"Capsule Corp has offices here?"
"My mom's idea. It's a neutral setting to hold meetings with a nervous or hesitant client. Trunks doesn't even know it's here yet. "
"Oh okay. I understood none of that. Did you Marron?"
"Over my head too. But who cares. If Bra says it's here, then it must be here."
"Works for me. Lead on Miss Briefs."
After dropping off their bags...
"Next?" Bra inquired before catching a glimpse of Pan's clothing.
"Girl we need to dress you up!"
Pan glared at her. "This IS me. I'm comfortable."
"C'mon, le'ts make guys smack into walls as they look at you."
"But I hate guys."
"No you don't. Let's go. Hey, I got it! It's complete makeover time!"
"Bra, I--"
"Shush Pan." Bra said as she led them to an exquisite spa on the upper floor of the mall.
"It's time for you two to feel what it's like to pampered and have people serve your every need...well almost every need. My mom and I come here often. Heheh, and this one is on dear ol' Trunks!"
A few hours later...
"So Pan, what's it feel like to be a lady rather than a tomboy?"
Pan glanced at herself. She admired how the body fitting dress highlighted curves she never thought existed.
"It still feels weird."
"You'll get used to it. Now lets see if we can turn some heads eh?" Bra said as she flicked her hair backward.
"How about a game Bra? Lets put our looks to the test. Lets see how many guys' phone numbers we can get. The one with the least buys dinner."
"Sounds good Marron, but the loser doesn't have to buy dinner, we have--"
"Trunks' card. I know, but lets cut him a little slack on this one okay?"
"Marron? I dare say you've gone soft on him again?"
"Well I'm not! Screw phone numbers. I'm hungry now." Pan interrupted as she grabbed Trunks' card from Bra and headed for a restaurant. Marron and Bra followed until than ran smack into Pan's back.
"Why'd you stop Pan?" Bra asked while adjusting her dress.
Pan just stared foward, frozen. Marron and Bra followed her gaze right into two very familiar faces.
"T-Trunks, wha-what're you doing here?" Bra sputtered in surprise.
Trunks brandished his best Vegeta-style smirk. "I got off of work early, how else?"
"You skipped again."
"I like to call it a strategic break for reprioritizing." Trunks answered as he caught a glimpse of his credit card in Pan's hand. He calmly walked over to her. "I believe that is MY credit card?"
Pan looked at Trunks' outstretched hand then at Bra. Bra merely shrugged.
With a devillish smirk of her own, Pan dumped the card down her shirt.
The whole act caught Trunks' attention in more than one way. She wasn't a child anymore and this was no de ja vu from the time she hid the space ship control key from him. In fact, he wasn't totally sure he was looking at the same person.
"Are, are you sure you're Pan?" he asked softly while his deep blue eyes coursed her body then returned to meet her own dark ones.
Goten paused in his flirting with Marron and Bra long enough to chek out the third lady in their party. "Yep Trunks, that's Pan...at least I think. Wow, she's capable of being a fox? Who would've known?"
Trunks sidestepped over to his best friend and thwapped him on the backside of the head. "That's your niece idiot!"
"Ouch! I just said that!"
"You said she's hot."
"Well she is."
Trunks thwacked him again. "Do you understand yet?"
Goten gave him a blank stare.
"I give up." Trunks mumbled before returning his attention back to the lovely brunette standing before him. He gently took her hand in his and kissed it. "You look simply astonishing Pan."
Pan was stunned and slightly taken aback. She had never seen Trunks' charming behavior quite like this and never with her at center stage. She fell for his smooth charm and blushed. Trunks grinned. It was the response he was looking for and now he knew that this tomboy wasn't as tough as she let on.
He glanced at his sister and Marron, then back at Pan. "Would you ladies like dinner? My treat."
*It was going to be your treat anyway brother* Bra thought before responding. "Yeah sure bro. Right gals?"
Marron and Pan nodded in agreement.
Trunks placed Pan's arm within his own as he led them into the restaurant. Goten guided Marron on one arm and Bra in the other as the followed Trunks and Pan in.
Trunks pulled out a chair for Pan to sit in. Goten waited for Bra or Marron to do the same for him until Trunks thwapped him again. After, Goten pulled out chairs for the other two young ladies.
Throughout the meal Trunks and Pan constantly made eye contact. As the waiter laid the bill on the table, Trunks looked at her once again as a slow Vegeta-style smirk formed from his lips once again.
"What?" Pan asked curiously.
Trunks tapped his chest then the table and grinned back at Pan.
She blushed as she finally grasped the meaning of his gestures. She quickly pulled out the card from her bosom.
As they departed the restaurant, Goten nursed a sore hand and shin. He struck out twice with his passes towards Marron and Bra. They continued to walk together until they reached the parking area. Trunks and Goten were finding it difficult to navigate with all the packages in their hands that the trio had bought.
"So where are you ladies headed?"
"Back home now bro. We've already bought more stuff than your car can carry."
"You have MY car!?"
"Sure do."
Trunks sputtered before recomposing himself. "We came in the company limo. Why don't you ladies use that and Goten and I will take my car."
"You don't trust me do ya dear brother?"
"Pretty sharp sis. Now hand over the keys please."
"A limo ride would be more feasible Bra. We do need the extra space." Marron mentioned.
"Very well." Bra replied as she tossed the car keys towards her brother. Goten intercepted them then stuck them down his pants.
"GOTEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?" Trunks exclaimed, his voice resounding through the entire parking complex.
"Well, this way we know the ladies can't change their minds about the car."
Trunks slammed Goten to the ground and pinned him.
"Trunks, c'mon man, lemme up! Your keys are crunching my--"
"Serves you right, idiot."
"But I thought--"
"You don't need to think Goten. Now I don't want to touch those keys after they've been in your pants like that."
The trio of ladies grew bored with the guys. "Let's go and leave these BOYS to their little immature romp okay. I"ll beep Jimmy to bring the limo over." Bra said as she began grabbing packages. The only problem was, neither Pan nor Marron were moving. They seemed fascinated by the skirmish. Bra trudged back over to where they were standing and waved a hand in front of their faces.
"Earth to either of you! Hello? You don't honestly like watching those two idiots squirm over each other do ya?"
Neither responded. Bra's patience waned while a smirk developed from her mouth. It was time for action and being the daughter of the mighty Vegeta, it was going to be action without mercy. She casually strolled over to her unaware brother and his friend who were still wrestling on the ground. She waited for the right moment and angle. When it arrived she struck with speed and power that her father would be proud of. She kicked both half-saiyan males between the legs.
Both squealed and immediately ceased their own squabble. Pan and Marron were now gaping in shock.
Bra bent over to Goten and held her hand out. He removed the keys from his pants and gave them to her. She then stepped over to her brother, grabbed his hand, and slammed the keys into it.
"There. One problem solved. Now the next." Bra said with an evil grin.
With slight smacks on their cheeks, she broke Pan and Marron out of their daze. Pan began to help Bra with their packages, but Marron...
"Oh Trunks, dear, dear Trunks! Are you okay?" she exlaimed with tears rolling down her cheeks. She dove over packages to tend to the still partially-balled up half-saiyan.
Pan and Bra both rolled their eyes in disgust.
Trunks didn't say anything at first until...
"Marron? Did I ever compliment you on the beauty of your eyes? They're like shimmering pools of moonlit water. I've always admired you, dearest Marron."
"Oh Trunks!"
"Wanna come along with me? Goten won't mind going with Pan and my sister." Trunks whispered into her ear.
Suddenly Trunks was thwapped in the head by one very upset quarter-saiyan female.
"NO! And she's coming with us!" Pan replied angrily as she tugged Marron off of the coporate saiyan.
"Man, he uses lines like that all the time Marron. I can't believe you began to fall for that." Bra added.
"But I--"
"Forget it. Let's go."
Goten stared dumbly at his aching friend then back at the backsides of the departing trio of ladies then back at Trunks again.
"You let them get away Trunks."
Trunks, still feeling pain from top to bottom gathered enough focus to thwap Goten one more time.
"What was that for Trunks? Geesh, I'll have a concussion soon."
"For you being you." Trunks muttered.
"Eh?"
"Just shut up Goten. Don't speak or think. And they're not getting away. We know where they're heading."
"Yeah, the limo."
"I said don't speak."
Goten clasped his hands to his mouth. "mmmmffsorry."
"As I said, they're headed back home,namely my house. Nobody's there. My mom and dad are at your home."
"So?"
"Don't speak."
"So, we're gonna give those young ladies a little payback for all of this."
Goten tilted his head sideways, perplexed.
"Just follow my lead." Trunks commented while slowly rising to his feet. Goten also got up. They began to walk until Trunks halted mid-stride. Goten ran into him.
"Idiot! Pay attention!"
"I didn't know you'd stop."
"Hey Goten?"
"???"
"Do you know where the girls put the car?"
Goten shook his head.
"Shit! Start flying! Raise your ki if you find it."
Goten nodded and began to fly. He halted mid-air and floated back down.
"What Goten?"
"Which car am I looking for?"
"My new sportscar. The one I designed."
"Oh, okay. What color is it?"
"It doesn't matter. You've seen it before Goten."
"Oh. Okay then."
Twenty minutes later Trunks could feel Goten's ki rising. He rushed over to the area where he felt the ki, but didn't see Goten or his car. But, Goten was right there...somewhere! Scanning from one direction to the next, he finally saw a shadow behind a van. Sneaking up just in case it wasn't Goten, he landed and peered around the van.
"G-G0-GOTEN!" Trunks spat, disgusted. In front of his eyes was his best friend making out with some lady he no doubt helped out by carrying her large packages to her car. For an instant Trunks realized how fortunate it was that Goten was left behind druing the outerspace dragonball hunt. If he had been along he would've been wasting their time by sampling the local lady cuisine on every planet rather than searching for dragonballs. Not to mention the fact that both Goku and Goten were food mongers. Goku's constant whining for food was bad enough.
Trunks just stood there, arms folded and staring. Eventually this unnerved both Goten and the lady and they ceased their slurping of lips.
"Uh, excuse us ma'am. He's needed elsewhere." Trunks said while grabbing Goten and dragging him away. When they were a distance away from the lady Trunks thwapped him in the head once again.
"Owww! C'mon, lay off the head man!"
"Then stay focused."
"Well you haven't found it either."
Trunks was about to show Goten the wrath of a royal saiyan, but something caught his eye and the lightbulb upstairs flickered on. He smacked himself in the forehead. Goten looked on amused, but clueless as usual.
"Duh! Man, how could I NOT think of that!"
"Think of what Trunks?"
Trunks pointed to the reserved parking area then launched himself into the air. Goten hesitated and looked back towards the now empty space where the lady's van had been. *Damn, I didn't even get her phone number!* he thought before entering the air towards the reserved parking area. Goten caught up to Trunks beside his car.
"It's a good thing they didn't put it in it's capsule right? Then we'd have to chase them down to get it."
Trunks felt like hitting him again but restrained himself. All that thwapping would either knock some sense into the youngest son of Goku or make him even worse. Instead he unlocked the doors and got inside. Goten followed.
"So now what?"
"We head to Capsule Corp. Goten."
"Which one?"
"Work."
"Why?"
Trunks smirked. "Because clueless sidekick, this is going to be the greatest payback ever. I just need to pick up a few--accessories."