Comfort in Your Arms

Comfort in Your Arms

The idea for this fiction was given to me by Mahi-chan. Arigato, Mahi.

"Blast 'em." Trunks said to Goten.

"Can't." Goten retorted, his face scrunched to give off the sense of a tremendous exhibition of strength.

"You can't? What do you mean, you can't? This guy is a cinch to beat. Even Pan can beat him!" Trunks screamed.

Goten turned to face Trunks giving him a 'duh' like expression.

"I can't because this stupid button is stuck!" He put the video game controller to Trunks' eye level and pounded the blast button with his index finger for emphasis.

"Give me that you goof-ball." Trunks said, snatching the controller out of Goten's hands. He tried to get the man on the screen to throw a blast.

"You're right," he said after his attempts failed, "the button is stuck."

"Who's the goof-ball now?" Goten said lounging back in the chair with a pleased smirk on his face.

The two men were spending a lazy Saturday sitting around Trunks and Pan's house enjoying a friendly game of Mortal Kombat. Under normal circumstances, they would have been sparring, but this day seemed like one of those 'blah' days so they decided to cyber spar.

Goten seemed to enjoy the video game more than Trunks because Goten seemed to get the upper hand more often than in real sparring, so Trunks usually let Goten live it up. But today, Trunks felt like razzing Goten more than usual and with the button getting stuck, it gave him the perfect opportunity.

"I bet you made the button stick on purpose so that you didn't have to face that mean-looking character." Trunks said tossing the controller on the floor in mock irritation.

Goten just stared at him with a 'who me?' sort of look. Both men started chuckling.

"No, I just really don't want to play anymore. You wanna go for a drive?" Goten asked sitting up. "Bra and I just bought a brand new capsule car and I want to see how it handles."

"Well," Trunks said, looking at his watch, "the ladies might be back soon don't you think?"

"No, they went shopping, that's an all day chore for those two." Goten said with a wave of his hand. He stood up and headed for the door. Looking back at Trunks who was sitting on the couch, he said seductively, "I'll let you drive."

Trunks jumped up and the two ran out the door, like two boys running after an ice cream truck.

A few hours later Bra and Pan returned to Pan's house. Both women were loaded down with bags and boxes with store logos etched on each one.

Even though their individual burdens were quite heavy, both women had light, joyful spirits.

Bra and Pan loved spending time together. They were almost inseparable. As were Goten and Trunks. The four-some spent most of their free time together.

"The guys are gonna be surprised at how little money we spent this time." Bra said setting her packages on the floor by the coat closet.

"Hai," Pan agreed grinning, "they'll also be surprised as to where we spent that small amount of money."

"We don't have to divulge all of that information." Bra said raising her eyebrows.

Both women began to laugh hysterically. They went shopping all over the earth because they knew that the best deals were to buy things in the places they were made. It cut out postage and the jacked up prices of goods that were shipped overseas. Of course they never told their husbands of the way they took advantage of their ability to fly. Pan and Bra felt that Trunks and Goten were over-protective. Telling them would mean only shopping locally and that had slowly begun to lose it's appeal.

"Guess we had better start dinner," Bra said, after their laughing fit was over, "the way those guys eat it will take the rest of the evening to cook enough to feed them."

"Don't I know it," Pan said, looking around the house. "Speaking of the Dastardly Duo, wonder where they went off to, they aren't here."

"You know men, they come up with something to do and off they go." Bra said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "They'll be back when dinner time rolls around."

Pan figured Bra was right. They had done this before, said they were going to stay at the house and found something more interesting to do. Besides they always came home for meals. From the time that the couples became 'couples' the two men had never missed a meal.

Pan tried to shrug off the uneasiness from her mind. She began trying to concentrate on her culinary skills, which she had successfully mastered. Trunks never complained of a bad meal.

The women began pulling out pots and pans, and preparing food.

When the two met as children, they latched onto each other quickly by a bond that would never be broken. Their lives meshed perfectly. Both were half-Sayjin, both were married to half-Sayjins, both were strong willed and very persuasive, and both had the same obsession for shopping.

Bra and Pan had many good times together. Their bond was one of mutual love and compassion. There could never be one without the other.

Bra was thinking of all this as they cooked and talked. She didn't know what she would do without Pan. Her day never went right without spending some of it with Pan.

When Bulma was asked if she believed it was healthy for two women to spend so much time together, Bulma replied that if the two women were happy, productive, and the men didn't object, then who were they to be judged. Friendship is always the most healthy.

But Bra sometimes lay awake in Goten's arms, wondering, almost hoping, that their love for each other was more than friendship. She tried breaching the subject once but was embarrassed because she couldn't put her true feelings into words.

Pan was only confused because she wasn't sure exactly what Bra was trying to explain. The words sort of sounded like her hidden feelings but then they took on an embarrassed twinge. Pan would never put herself out in the open for Bra to stomp her to the ground with her laughter and rejection. So Pan suffered in silence. With fitful erotic dreams of sex with Bra.

Both young women were so into their conversation and their own inner thoughts that neither woman looked at the time until 4 hours later, 2 hours after their usual dinner time. Goten and Trunks hadn't returned home.

Chapter Two: Goku and Vegita's Search

Pan and Bra began to sense that something was terribly wrong. The first clue was that the men hadn't come home for dinner. The second was that neither man had called. Pan and Bra made phone calls of their own.

Neither Chi-chi nor Bulma had seen the duo. Bulma decided to send Vegita and Goku to look for them. Goku would be easy to convince, Vegita...well let's say that Vegita would be a little more difficult.

Vegita just happened to be in the shower. For once, he was actually tired. He was enjoying his shower and was looking forward to crawling in his bed and sleeping for a week.

Bulma turned to him as he emerged all squeaky clean from the bathroom.

"Vegita darling," Bulma cooed sweetly.

Vegita knew that voice. She was up to something that he knew he wanted no part of.

"What, Onna? Can't you see I'm trying to go to bed?!" he said, sounding outraged to be interrupted from his plans.

"Hai, I can see that you're trying, but you're not going to unless you and Goku do something for your daughters first!" she said placing her hands on her hips, the sweetness gone from her face.

"I'm not doing anything with Kakarot. I'm going to bed!" Vegita said his voice rising to an authoritive level.

Bulma knew this was gonna be hard, but she was well prepared.

"If you don't do this tiny little hiccup of a chore, you can forget sleeping in the bed and go directly to the couch!"

Vegita thought for a second, he had gone the couch route before. It wasn't too appealing.

"Fine," he said with his nose in the air, "tell me what you want and I'll decide if I want to do it."

"All right." Bulma said, a twinge of hope in her voice, "Bra called. She said that Trunks and Goten went somewhere earlier today and haven't been home. Chi-chi and I thought that we would ask you and Goku to go look for them."

Vegita thought for a moment, "How do we know that they are missing, maybe they're off sparring."

"Because," Bulma said with a sigh, "they didn't come home for dinner."

"Maybe they ate out." Vegita said, thinking of Bra and Pan's first attempts at cooking.

"No way. Bra and Pan are exceptional cooks now." Bulma said, as if Vegita were the dumbest man on earth.

Vegita didn't like the attitude that Bulma was giving him, so he decided to hit a sore spot. "Maybe the two brats are holed up in a bar, drowning themselves in beer, wishing they had never met those two shopping fiends!"

Vegita knew that would get her goat. Bulma's face turned bright red. Her fists clenched. With her teeth bared she said, "You are going to look for them Vegita, don't push me."

Vegita was really pissed now. How dare she presume to tell him that he's going to do something. But he arrogantly smiled at her and said, "So this is the price for being the Prince of all Sayjins, the strongest man on earth, I have to bail everyone else out?"

Bulma started laughing like a hyena, "Nani? The only reason is because you don;t have anything more pressing to do than to be at home. Don't delude yourself, Your Highness."

This time it was Vegita's turn to brighten in color. Anger was apparent on his face. "You're gonna insult me like that after you asked me to look for your brat? If you think that I'm even gonna consider it, your either crazy or incredibly stupid!"

"Ore wo nameru na, Vegita!" she yelled, picking up the closest thing to her and chunking it at him.

The shards of shattered plastic and electrical components to a wireless phone cascaded all around Vegita before he even knew that she had thrown anything. He flinched in surprise and covered his face just as the ear piece whizzed mere inches from his face.

"Ike!" Bulma shrieked.

"You missed, Onna." Vegita said with an arrogant smirk. He liked it when she got violent.

"Well, if I hadn't shut you up when I did your head would have been too big to go out the door." Bulma replied, her voice rising almost to glass shattering. "Now go and don't come back until you or Goku know something about Goten and Trunks or else you don't even get the couch, you'll get the bath tub!"

Vegita knew she wouldn't shut up and leave him alone until he went looking for the brats. He grumbled while he dressed and walked out of the house. He slammed the door to let her know that he was still angry.

Vegita flew off to get Goku. He wished that he hadn't. He wished that they had planned to meet somewhere far away from Goku's house. Pan had already called and Chi-chi convinced Goku to go. Goku was optimistic about the matter, but Chi-chi was crying hysterically, thinking the worst.

She was pacing and crying, rambling on about what horrible things could have befallen Goten and Trunks.

Vegita quickly pushed Goku out of the house, leaving Chi-chi to her pacing and muttered verbal conclusions.

"She's taking this rather hard." Goku said, apologetically.

"No...really? I hadn't noticed." Vegita said as he took flight.

"Why do women always crumble when their grown brats run off to party?" he thought.

Goku took one more glance at his house, sighed and flew off after Vegita. They scoped for power levels.

They checked out all the places that the boys would have even had a fleeting thought of going. They searched for 5 hours to no avail.

With not one lead and both men exhausted, their minds scrambled, they decided to return home.

After how upset Bulma was when he left and him not returning with Trunks in tow, Vegita began warming himself to the idea of sleeping in the tub.

Goku had more problems than the tub. When he returned without Goten, he had Chi-chi to deal with, who in turn would be up all night crying and pacing with worry. She definitely wouldn't dare let Goku sleep through any of it. Had Goku known Vegita's plight, he would've traded with him for the night in a heart beat.

Both men were so deep in thought that neither one of them saw the flashing blue and red lights in the distance just to the left. Had Goku not heard the siren of an ambulance, they would have missed the commotion entirely.

Goku grabbed Vegita's arm. Both men stopped cold and stared at the lights.

"What do you think happened over there?" Goku asked apprehensively.

"Someone probably hit an animal or something." Vegita replied, trying not to let the dread show in his voice. "We should probably go down and see what's going on." he continued reluctantly.

Goku looked into Vegita's eyes. There was a scared look there that Goku had never seen before. One that begged Goku to argue with him. Goku couldn't argue, no matter how much he wanted to. "You're right. Just to make sure." he said.

A thought hit Vegita like a bolt of lightening, "Wait, Kakarot." he said, smiling. "Why would they drive? They can fly. Besides I don't feel a ki level."

"We need to be sure." Goku said, putting his hand on Vegita's shoulder.

"Yeah." Vegita sighed, looking at his feet. "Just to keep the woman at bay." He looked back up at Goku with a determined look on his face. "Let's check it out."

The men flew toward the lights hoping for the best.

Chapter Three: Widows Made

Vegita and Goku landed in the woods back off from the accident so that no one would see them land. When they walked up to the scene there was yellow tape blocking off the perimeter.

There were policemen, fire fighters and EMS all over the place. From where they were standing, Vegita and Goku were still clueless as to what was going on.

Vegita stopped an important looking gentlemen. He was wearing plain clothes and had a cellular phone on one hip, keys on his belt loop, and he was talking to dispatch on a wireless radio.

"Hey, you, what's going on up there?" Vegita yelled, pointing past the fire trucks.

The man spoke while approaching them. "Sorry but I can't divulge that information at this point in time." He had an uppity twinge to his voice that told Goku and Vegita that this man watched too many Matlock reruns.

"Why not?" Goku asked, acting dumb to throw the man off guard.

"Because," the man replied, putting his radio in its holster, "we haven't gotten all the facts in this case yet and the press has yet to be notified, not to mention the families of the victims involved."

"Listen," Goku said gently trying to play on the man's sympathies, "maybe you can help us. We are looking for our sons. They're in their early twenties. They've been missing all night and their wives are worried. Could you just tell us if the victims are boys and we'll be out of your hair."

"I'm sorry." the man said sarcastically apologetic. "But I can't release that information. We haven't got the complete story of the incident documented in detail yet."

"In detail?" Vegita spat, rolling his eyes. "So you know what happened here in general? Could you tell us that much?"

"Look," the man said, getting cocky, "I can't even tell you that because you aren't emergency personnel. So why don't you folks go on home and let me get back to my job."

Vegita was tired of being polite and the man's attitude sent him past the politeness stage. He grabbed the man roughly by his shirt collar and raised the man off the ground. The man yelped and tried to wiggle free, but Vegita held him steadfast in a vise like grip.

"Now you look, you little kusotare, Vegita said between teeth clenched in rage, "me and my friend here have been out, against our will, searching for the past five hours for our sons, who have been missing for our sons, who have been missing for a total of nine hours. We should be at home in our beds, possibly getting a nice piece of ass. But our wives and daughters are sick to death with worry. They have threatened us with bodily harm and a sleepless night if we don't at least have some information for them when we return to our homes. Our wives and daughters are very stubborn women who will not even let us in the door, they would send us back out here to talk to you again if they knew that you were withholding information. That is why we are here in the first place, asking you if our sons were involved in this unfortunate accident. And if we don't get some answers I am going to lose my temper and jettison your wimpy little ass into deep space. So I am asking nicely, for the last time, will you cooperate?"

The man's arrogance lad left his face the moment Vegita grabbed him. By the time Vegita finished his dialogue, fear had quickly replaced it. The poor man looked as if he was gonna lose his bodily functions. Goku couldn't help but marvel at Vegita's persuasiveness, and feel kinda sorry for the little shrimp all at the same time.

"H h hai!" the man said, his voice cracking with fear. "B but could you p p put me down first?"

As Vegita slowly returned the man to his feet and gave him time to regain his composure, Goku looked around to see if anyone had noticed the exchange. Thank Kami no one had.

"Now spill it." Goku said. "You don't want my friend here to get angry."

The man wasn't going to chance that. He began explaining that a new model capsule car was trying to beat a train across the tracks. The driver misjudged the speed and distance of the train and the train smashed into the drivers side, pushing the car 50 feet from the point of impact.

As the conductor brought the huge locomotive to a stop, the car was pulled under the train. Only the passenger side panels and door were intact.

"It's the worst accident I've ever seen." The man concluded, looking at his feet.

"What about the passengers of the car, how many were there?" Goku asked, a little scared to know the answer.

The man kept his eyes on his feet. "There were only two people in the car, males as far as we can tell. The bodies are pretty mangled. The coroner hasn't examined them yet. So no ID's have been made. But we are certain that they died instantly. Now if you will excuse me?"

The man turned to leave. Vegita gently grabbed the man's arms to stop his departure.

"May we see the bodies?" he asked mournfully. He was certain that the victims were Trunks and Goten.

"I'm sure that identification at this point would be impossible, and extremely traumatic for you. The bodies are in horrible disarray." the man said, truly sympathetic this time. "We'll have them transported, cleaned up and do an ID search by their fingerprints. Once we are finished with all of our procedures then you will receive a phone call if the boys are the ones that you are looking for. Until then Sir, please return to your homes and try to get some sleep."

The man slowly turned to leave, expecting to get stopped again. This time Vegita and Goku let him go. Both men had no idea what to do next. Goku was desperately trying to put it all together in some kind of logical order.

Why his son and son-in-law? Why now? All the battles they had fought and dangerous missions they had survived, why now in a car?

Vegita was confused. This feeling in the pit of his stomach was new to him. Then it hit him. He had never out loud referred to Trunks as his son. when he realized that he had, the feeling made his stomach flip-flop.

As Vegita and Goku were flying to Goku and Chi-chi's, both were sorting through their feelings trying to make sense of it all and trying to decide how to tell their families all that they had seen and heard. When they set out to search for the young men, they both had been optimistic and sure that they would find them. The thought had never once crossed their minds that they might return empty handed.

Now here they were, each wishing that they could blink and it all be a morbid dream. But neither man woke up in their own beds.

When they finally arrived at Goku's home, Vegita's emotions soared. All the lights were off. Chi-chi had left a note on the door saying that she had gone to Bulma's.

Vegita blew out a sigh of relief. Goku looked at him strangely. Vegita looked him straight in the face and said, "Kakarot, I'm gonna be a little transparent with you, but I don't want you to take it as a sign of weakness."

"All right, Vegita. You have my word."

"I'm glad she's not here." Vegita said, his eyes never leaving Goku's. "I was afraid that I would have to tell Bulma alone."

"Don't worry old friend," Goku said embracing him for half a second, "I wouldn't have let you tell her alone. Trunks was...um is my grandson technically. And Goten is also your son. So you see? We are all family now. Families never go through things alone."

"I never thought of it that way." Vegita said sadly. The hardness immediately returned to his face. "Let's get this over with. And don't you ever tell anyone about this or those sappy words will be your last!"

"Don't worry." Goku said motioning him away from the door. "It'll be our little secret."

As they made their way to Vegita's, Goku wondered about the battle that was raging in Vegita and realized that if Vegita didn't have his princely ego to cover his true feelings, Vegita would probably ball himself up in a corner and cry like a baby.

Vegita's transparency made Goku realize that Vegita cared more for Trunks, Bulma and Bra more than he was letting on and for some reason Vegita was embarrassed to show it.

Both men stood outside the door of Vegita and Bulma's home and took a deep breath to calm themselves before entering the den of lionesses.

Goku and Vegita entered into a room full of warmth and laughter. When eyes fell on the men walking in, silence broke out, all laughter depleted and was replaced by anxiousness.

"Oh, you're back!" Bulma said hopefully. "Did you find them?"

Vegita looked around the room. He spotted Bra and Pan sharing a couch in the far corner of the room. Both women stared at him with wise eyes. Bra's eyes met her father's for a split second, she saw sorrow there for the first time in her 20 years of life. It filled her with dread.

Goku watched Vegita, when Vegita looked at him for help Goku understood. He walked to the center of the room to be able to see all of their faces. He took another deep breath.

"We believe we have found them..." he started.

Bulma cut him off excitedly. "I knew that you would. Did you tell them how worried they made Pan and Bra? I hope you gave them a sound talking to about that..."

"Damatte, Onna!" Vegita jumped in. "Let him finish!"

Bulma sat down hard in the closest chair. Vegita had never sounded this way. He was almost pleading, no begging for her silence. He sounded so strange, it frightened her. This news must not be good at all. She got up from where she sat and went to Chi-chi. The women grasped hands.

Goku started over. "We believe we found them..." he turned toward Pan and Bra, "but there was an accident." He stopped again to collect his thoughts and word all he had to say properly. Then continued, "We stopped an officer and questioned him. At first he wasn't going to give us any information but," he said glancing at Vegita with a hint of a smile, "Vegita convinced him otherwise."

Had the mood in the room been lighter, he would have joyously told them of Vegita's chikara of persuasion.

"The man told us," Goku continued, turning to face Chi-chi, "that a car tried to beat a train across some train tracks but was unsuccessful. It seems that the car was pulled under the locomotive, the two men in the car are dead."

With those words,Goku lost his composure. He sat down hard in Vegita's recliner, covering his face with his hands. His whole body shook as he silently sobbed.

Pan was confused, "Are you sure it was them? You saw them?"

"No." Vegita grumbled, knowing that Goku could not finish the story. "No one's sure yet. Kakarot and I searched for five hours with no results, not even a ki level. Nothing, until we stumbled upon the accident. The police will make their ID and then contact the victims' families."

Everyone knew they were lucky to have Vegita. He was the only one who would have been able to keep their composure.

The women, of course, broke into tears. Chi-chi let out the first sorrow filled wail and Goku ran to her. He collected her in his arms. Gohan, who had been holding Videl the whole time, hid his face in her hair, hiding tears of his own. Pan and Bra were consoling each other.

Vegita felt unsure of what to do. His eyes locked with Bulma's. She was crying hard. Vegita disliked the look she gave him. His heart sank into his stomach. He had never had her cry over his words. He wanted to melt into the floor.

He opened his arms into a confused sort of apology. Bulma misunderstood his action as one of invite. She leapt into his arms and squeezed him for dear life. He stood there with his arms still open wondering what to do. He was embarrassed as hell about her outward show of affection in public. But the longer he stood there his arms began to come together around Bulma. He began rubbing her back and rocking her from side to side. He even whispered consoling words in her ear. He had closed his eyes, blocked everyone else out, and for the first time told his wife that he loved her and they could make it through this. Bulma's sobs slacked off. They quickly unwrapped each other's arms and began to regain their composure. If anyone noticed their quick moment of open tenderness, no one mentioned it.

When Vegita realized what he had done, he tried covering it up by mentioning how exhausted he was. He excused himself and rushed off to bed.

Everyone else returned to their perspective homes to await the dreaded phone call. Bra and Pan stayed in their parents' homes in their old rooms and cried themselves to sleep.

The next morning the phone at Gohan's rang. It was the authorities, the called asked if someone could identify the bodies. Gohan called Goku and Bulma. Goku said that he would go, Vegita had to be convinced. But reluctantly he agreed. After the ID and the funeral, Bra and Pan decided to move in together. Everyone figured that this was their way of coping and said nothing.

The women became closer. They made a pact that no other man would come between them. In other words no men, unless they were like Trunks and Goten. But let's face it, there are no men like Trunks and Goten.

After Pan and Bra moved all of Pan's things over to Bra's, they decided they deserved a break to relax. It was Friday, usually they would go dancing with their husbands. Pan and Bra weren't up to going out, but neither wanted to sleep either. So they decided to take showers and meet back in the living room with blankets and pillows for an all night TV session.

Both women exited their rooms at the same moment. Both were loaded down with comforters and pillows. They both started laughing and raced to the couches.

Bra was wearing a full length red night gown that was so sheer you could see right through it. Pan wore a black lace body suit that clung to her like a second skin; also with a robe to match.

They settled on the couches. There was only a coffee table between them.

They began channel surfing. They talked about Trunks and Goten, neither woman cried, the tears wouldn't come anymore. The only movies to watch were sappy love stories that they were not in the mood for.

"Why don't we see what the guys' 'secret stash' has in it?" Bra suggested, conspicuously.

"What 'secret stash'?" Pan responded curiously.

"They had a box that they stored their favorite movies in. For some reason they never brought it out around us." Bra said sadly.

"How come you knew about it and I didn't?" Pan asked in a mock pout.

"I happened to come in as Goten was putting it away." Bra said with a mischievous grin. "He made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone."

They stared at each other for a minute. Then they both grinned and Pan said, "Let's go get it!"

They laughed and giggled. Bra led Pan into her bedroom. Bra opened the closet, turned the light on and stooped to the floor. She slowly pulled a board loose. Inside the hole was a lock box. Bra shot a small ki blast at the lock and the box popped open. The box was filled with unmarked DVD cases.

"Jack pot!" Bra said looking up at Pan.

"Wonder what's on them?" Pan asked in fear.

“Probably all those 'blood and guts' horror films that they love to watch." Bra said skeptically. "But there's only one way to find out."

Bra and Pan raced back to the living room with the box, anticipating blood and guts.

"I don't want to watch anything corny." Pan hollered from the kitchen where she was making popcorn.

"Don't worry, Trunks and Goten wouldn't be caught dead watching anything sappy." Bra replied, putting a movie in.

Pan returned with her arms full of munchies.

"I wonder why none of them are marked." Pan asked, "How do they tell them apart?" As she spoke, she set down her burdens, trying not to spill soda.

"We're fixing to find out." Bra said, pushing the play button as Pan sat down and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

The movie's plot was alright for the first 30 minutes. It seemed sort of B rated. Bad camera standards, had to be low budget, and the actors, they were so fake!

All of a sudden the movie changed direction. The plot no longer existed. All the women were naked and rolling around in the bed. That's when Bra and Pan realized that there were no men in the film. NONE!

They glanced at one another, to see if the other was disgusted. Neither one said a word or made a move to cut it off. Both were very aroused.

This was an X rated movie. They had heard of these but had never actually seen one. After that movie was over, they decided to preview the rest to see if they were the same. They were all X rated. Some had a few men, very few. You could tell that these movies were collected by men. They came to the last one. Bra wasn't sure how much more she could take, her squirming wasn't helping anymore.

She hit play. Goten appeared. "Is it on?" he asked someone else in the room.

"Hai." the person said as he came around into view. The other person was Trunks. He sat down beside Goten. Both men looked into the camera.

"Konichiwa, Ladies." Goten said waving. "We knew sooner or later you would find these tapes. Hopefully we are watching them with you."

Bra and Pan looked into one another's face, both had tears in their eyes.

"We aren't exactly sure why we made this particular tape," Trunks piped in pushing Goten out of the way, "but we want you to know that we love you very much. We also know how you feel about one another. Whatever has happened for you to find these tapes doesn't matter, your happiness does. We don't want either of you to live your lives alone. Even if you're running into each other's arms. We just want you to find someone who will worship and adore you as much as we do."

Goten interrupted, "Oh, what he means to say is, if we're not dead or anything. And you two want to get it on, please video tape it for our viewing pleasure."

Trunks covered his eyes and looked down at the floor shaking his head. Goten put his hand on Trunks' shoulder and said, "Wow, man your dialogue was deep."

Trunks turned his head in Goten's direction, their noses almost touched. Trunks just stared at him seriously. Goten puckered his lips and kissed at Trunks' face. Trunks started laughing and lunged at him. Trunks put Goten in a head lock and began giving him a noogie.

Goten in turn grabbed the top of Trunks' head and pulled him forward by the hair. They wrestled for about two minutes and the DVD shut off filling the screen with snowy static.

Bra stood and took the disc out of the player. "I don't think I could have another man after Goten." She said seriously. "There's no one else like him. Any other man, I would compare to Goten, which would be so unfair so why even pretend otherwise."

“Same way I feel about Trunks." Pan said stretching out on the couch. "Trunks is one of a kind."

"Yeah if you like the goofy types." Bra said trying to suppress laughter.

"Hey man." Pan retorted, pulling her pillow from behind her head. She threw it at Bra hitting her in her midsection.

"You will pay for that, Pan-chan." Bra said grabbing a pillow of her own and flamboyantly posing in her fighting stance. "Iku wa yo."

Bra jumped in the air toward Pan with her pillow poised over her head as if she was slam dunking a basketball. As the pillow came down Pan disappeared. Pan reappeared behind Bra. Bra anticipating that, swung her pillow backwards, hitting Pan directly in the face.

Pan lost her balance and tumbled to the floor, hitting her mouth on the corner of the coffee table on the way down.

Blood began squirting from her lip. It hurt like hell.

“Oh, Kami." Pan said. "I'm bleeding, I think I'm gonna be sick!"

(Yes, all right, it's ironic. Okay. Pan, who has beaten people to a bloody, swollen, meaty pulp was nauseated at the sight of her own blood. But hey this is my story so back off!)

Bra raced to get medical things out of the bathroom first aid kit. Pan rose from the floor holding her hand under her lip to stop the blood from dripping on the floor. She took a seat on the couch.

Bra returned with cotton balls, alcohol and antiseptic. She kneeled in front of Pan.

"Here let me look at it." Bra said taking Pan's face in her hands. Pan's face scrunched up in pain while Bra examined her lip.

"Oh, gomen, Pan-chan." Bra said apologetically.

"Daijo buyo." Pan said sighing. She wasn't wincing in pain, she was wincing at the thoughts that were running through her head. She was aroused by Bra's maternal instincts. Every time Pan winced, Bra poked her bottom lip out in sympathy, that made her lips more sensual. Pan mentally scowled at herself for thinking how kissable they were.

Don't think for a moment that Bra wasn't thinking along those same lines. Because she was way ahead of Pan. All kinds of erotic things were running through Bra's brain. She felt wetness on her inner thighs. On her haunches like she was, she wiggled a little to relieve the itch that almost unbearably needed to be scratched.