A DragonBall Christmas Tale 2: A Cure for Boredom Later that night, Goten was quite upset to find that there wasn’t a television. "No TV!" he complained. "How am I supposed to survive without TV?" "There’s more to life that TV, pal," laughed Trunks. "But if you get really bored, I brought Trivial Pursuit." "Oh, goody." replied Goten, without much enthusiasm. "C’mon, Goten-san. Trivial Pursuit is lots of fun!" Pan said, cheerfully. "We’ll play too!" "Not me," yawned Marron. "I’m really tired. I’m going to bed." "Alright, we’ll play in the guys room then." Pan grabbed Bra’s arm and pulled her into Trunks and Goten’s room. "Mum!" Trunks called. "We’re closing this door ‘cause we’re playing Trivial Pursuit. And Marron’s going to sleep." "Alright, but behave yourselves," Bulma called back. "No funny business. Bra and Pan are still only young, remember. They’re not quite adults like you and Goten." "You do know they’re legally able to have sex now," came Yamcha’s voice. "WHAT!?!" Trunks quickly closed the door, before Bulma, Videl or ChiChi could say anything. He grabbed the game from the bunk under his, where most of his stuff was. "Let’s play in pairs," suggested Bra. "It goes faster that way." "Alright," said Pan. "How will we work the pairs? Relatives, battle of the sexes…..? "Neither," replied Goten. "Bra and me against you and Trunks." "‘Bra and I’, Uncle Goten." "No. Bra and me, Pan-chan." "Forget it." They re-arranged the seating. Bra sat down next to Goten, and tried to slow down her pulse. Little did she know; Pan was trying to do the same thing as she sat next to Trunks. "What colour do you wanna be, B-chan?" Goten asked. "Blue," she replied. "Okay." Goten picked up the blue game piece. "Aww, there’s no purple piece." Trunks complained, playfully. "Is brown okay with you, Pan?" "Sure," she answered. "Come on, let’s start!" urged Goten. "Roll the die, Bra. We’re going first." "Okay," Bra said. She threw the die. "Green, please Trunks." "Alright. What element’s chemical symbol is Pb?" "Easy!" cried Goten. "Lead." "Right. And keep it down, Marron’s trying to sleep." "Oh, sure. Roll again, Bra." The four partial Saiyans played for over two hours. Goten found the Sports and Leisure questions easiest, and Bra, the Entertainment. Trunks blitzed all the Geography questions, while Pan easily answered the Arts and Literature. Goten and Bra collected all the wedges first, and they were at the finishing square. Trunks and Pan decided to give them a History question. "Last question," said Trunks. "The pressure’s on….." "Shut up and ask the question!" Bra butted in. "Fine. It’s a yellow History one." "History? Oh no," whined Goten. "What was the surname of Nicholas II, lamented czar of Russia?" "Who?" Goten asked. "Oh! I know this one!" Bra exclaimed. "It’s…...it’s…….it’s Romanov!" "Darn, they’ve won!" Trunks hated losing. "Alright, B-chan! Way to go!" Goten grabbed Bra and hugged her. Just at that moment, Vegeta opened the door. "Bra. Bed. Now," was all he said, but the look on his face revealed more. "But, Daddy….." "Now!" Not even Bra could argue with him then. Bra and Pan tip-toed into their room, so as not to wake Marron. Vegeta glared at Goten, and left. "Goodnight, Dad." Trunks said, sarcastically, to the closed door. "Well, I was gettin’ sleepy anyhow." "Yeah, me too." Goten yawned. The boys quickly changed, and climbed into their bunks. "G’night, pal." "G’night, buddy." "Oh, and Trunks?" "Yeah?" "Your dad is weird." Trunks chuckled. Then he fell fast asleep. * * * * * * Goten was the first awake the next morning. Trunks was snoring loudly. Goten grinned, and jumped from his bunk. He opened a small pocket on the side of one of his bags and took out a small box. Inside, was a pair of heart shaped earings and a necklace with matching heart pendant. On the back of the pendant, ‘B-chan’ was engraved. Goten had seen the set at a jewellery store a few weeks ago, an impulse buy. He was worried, however, that Bra, and everyone else would see the gift as too intimate. He could just hear the scoldings of, "She’s too young for you." He glanced at Trunks again, and wondered what his friend would think if he knew Goten liked Bra. He sighed and returned the box to its pocket. Hearing his stomach growl, Goten silently left the room and descended the stairs. He removed a carton of milk from one of the fridges and sculled it. The stairs creaked, indicating that Goten had a visitor. "Oh, hi, Uncle Goten." Pan yawned, only half awake. "Pan-chan," Goten returned. "How’d you sleep?" "Like a rock." Goten suddenly had an idea . Pan was Bra’s best friend. They were almost as close as Trunks and himself. He could ask her what Bra would think of the gift he had bought for her. However, before he opened his mouth, Pan said, "You know, I think Bra likes you." "Of course she does," Goten stammered. "We’re like brother and sister." "Not like that, stupid. I mean, I think she has a crush on you. Duh." "I doubt it, Pan." But as he said it, Goten’s heart raced as it filled with hope. "I’m heaps older than her, and I’m her best friend’s uncle, and her brother’s best friend, and……" "Age has nothing to do with it, Goten-san." Pan sighed. "I should know." "What?" "Did I say that out loud!?! I, er, um……" Pan trailed off and blushed furiously. "Oh, so who’s the lucky guy?" Suddenly two thoughts flashed in Goten’s mind : Trunks hugging Pan when they first arrived, and Trunks and Pan as a team in Trivial Pursuit the night before. "Whoa, no way! You and Trunks?" Pan bit her lip and tears formed in her eyes. She nodded her head sadly, and started to cry. "Hey, don’t cry, Pan-chan," Goten soothed. "I’m just surprised that’s all." "But you just said all that stuff about age," sobbed Pan. "Trunks and I are the same age apart as you and Bra." "Does anyone else know how you feel?" Pan nodded. "I’ve told Bra." "And did she say anything to you? Who she likes?" "No." Pan was too upset to work out what her uncle meant. Goten pulled her close to him and tried to calm her down. "C’mon, Pan, cheer up. If you really want me to, I’ll talk to Trunks." "Thanks, Goten, but Bra’s already doing that for me." Pan sniffled and dried off the last of her tears. "I’m going to wash my face. Please don’t say anything to anyone." She left the room. Goten sat down at the dining table. He was really confused. He wondered how long Pan had liked Trunks. And what did she mean by all that stuff about Bra? Goten sighed, and said, "Sometimes I wish I was a little smarter."