“That was very smooth,” Trunks
complimented.
“You like?”
“Very much.”
“Well, you’re not thanking
me very well.”
“Oops, forgive me?”
“I don’t know…”
He kissed her.
“Well, I guess. But
only ’cause we’re getting married. Otherwise, you’d be screwed.”
“Glad we’re getting married,
then. And it will a perfect wedding, won’t it?”
“Well, now that we got a flower
girl and ring bearer, I think so.”
What neither noticed was the
small person standing just outside the door.
***
“Goten, get your lazy butt
up! We’re ruining their wedding!” Chibi Bra yelled, stomping into
the room.
“Huh? What? Wedding?
Who?”
“Trunks’ and Marron’s!
They got the dragonballs, but they want us to be their cute little statues
so badly, they manipulated Goku into lying! Now…”
“Huh?”
Chibi Bra clenched her teeth.
She patiently explained the whole conversation she had just overheard.
“What? We have to stay
kids?” Chibi Goten exclaimed.
“Yes, Goten. But let’s
not mutiny, let’s just mess everything up.”
“I sense you have a plan.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well, what is it? Oh,
wait, someone’s coming!” Chibi Bra jumped on the couch and curled up, pretending
to be asleep. Chibi Goten shut his eyes and casually tossed his arm around
Chibi Bra. She smiled sweetly and kicked him. His arm dropped.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet,” Marron
whispered.
“Adorable,” Trunks said flatly.
“Why are they sleeping so closely?”
Marron gave him a look. “Trunks,
they’re no more than eight years old.”
“Physically,” he said darkly.
“They’re asleep! It’s
not like they know they’re snuggling together like some married couple.”
Chibi Bra stiffened and Chibi
Goten pressed his lips together to suppress a laugh.
“Look, let’s go discuss this
somewhere else. We don’t want to wake them up, poor dears.”
They left and closed the door
behind them.
Chibi Bra jumped up. “Okay.
Now, this is what we’re gonna do.”
“Wait!”
“Wait what?” she snapped.
“I think I just heard a door
open!”
“We do have a business to
run here, you know.”
“Yes, but—” He grabbed her
hand and pulled her down again.
Bulma peeked in on them. “Sound
asleep,” she said in satisfaction. “Amazing. Why on earth would Bra
take a nap now when she never did when she was really six?”
Chibi Goten laughed after
Bulma left. “Were you an evil child, B-chan?”
“I think just maybe.
But I know you were.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you. I know some
of the pranks you and Trunks pulled.”
“Oh.”
“Kaasan’s reminisces are long-ranging.”
“Oh.”
“So, back to my evil plan.
And, if you hear anyone coming, we’re awake now! Understand?”
“Hey, you’re the one who had
the crush on me.”
She glared at him. “You’re
the one who kissed me.”
“You’re the one who wanted
to dance!”
“You’re the one who offered
to teach me!”
“You’re the one who shared
your problem!”
“You’re the one who made me!”
“You’re the one who twisted
your ankle!”
“You’re the one who dumped
water on me!”
“You’re the one who—you…you
win.”
“Thank you.”
Trunks popped out of nowhere.
“You kissed her?” he yelled and began shaking his former friend. “You…pedophile!”
“Ahh! Bra, help!”
“Niichan! Niichan, stop
that! Stop that right now! Are you listening to me?”
“Bra, how could you let him
kiss you?”
Chibi Bra slapped him. “Just
go away!” she yelled. “Go make out with Marron and let me and Goten work
out our own problems.”
The two guys stared at her.
“Look, this is something we just have to work out ourselves, so don’t go
beating on him, because you know he’ll beat you right back as soon as he
turns 26 again.”
Chibi Goten nodded. “I will.
You have three beatings stored up. One for carrying me, the second
for calling me ‘Chibi’ Goten, and the last one for now.”
Trunks finally dropped him.
“Everyone calls you Chibi Goten and Chibi Bra, you know.”
“Yes, we know, but that doesn’t
mean we like it,” Chibi Bra said. “But you’ve interrupted our nap, so I’m
going back to sleep. In my room. Goodbye.” She flounced away.