20Disclaimer: I Don't Own Dragonballz
YES I HAVE OTHER STORIES TO FINISH...But, it's a Sequel! I feel like I have to write it for some reason.
If you havent read my other story called 'love is war', then I suggest you do! You don't have to if you don't want to, but it will help catch on some stuff that has happened!
Right, on with the story...
Bra; 27, Pan; 28, Trunks; 29,
Goten; 28, Marron; 29, Uub; 29
Vixen; 6, Zeus; 8, Blitzen; 5,
Striker; 5, Cherish; 6, Eden; 9
Pan sighed as she pulled the covers over her head. She snuggled deeply into the soft mattress as she recalled all the distant memory's that had happened throughout her life. Oh, those were the days, she thought to herself.
Breathing in her husbands scent, she slowly wrapped her arms around herself imagining he was still there beside her. She hated the fact that he worked early hours in the morning. They hardly ever got a lie in together.
The woman, once again, sighed. Right now, her life was currently all over the place.
Sure, she had a gorgeous husband that kept her love life sky rocking, a massive house that could fit the whole city in it, and two lovely daughters who took after their loving mother and father in both looks and strength. But-
Pan blinked as the phone rang, snapping her out of thoughts and bringing her back into reality. She whipped off the covers and ran frantically down the stairs, almost breaking her neck once or twice.
"Hello?" She questioned, trying hard to control her breathing.
The voice on the other side didn't seem to hear her struggle for air, "Mr Briefs?" The woman asked, slight hope in her voice.
Pan rolled her eyes as she took a deep breath. What is it with women these days? Didn't they know he was happily married with two kids? Ugh, the nerve!
"No, this is his wife," She smirked, "Mrs Briefs"
Pan's smirk grew wider as she imagined the hope removing its self from the other woman's face. Shame on the whore, she thought to herself.
The woman cleared her throat, "My apologies,...Mrs Briefs"
"Is there a particular reason you're calling?"
"Why, yes, there is, Mrs Briefs. It's about your daughters," Pan heard a flutter of papers moving around, and then a loud gulp, "...Blizten and Striker"
The CEO's wife frowned. She was surprised she didn't recognise the woman's voice from before, it wasn't the first time their school had rang about her two little brats.
"Blizten and Striker, aye? What exactly did they do this time?"
The woman on the other line swallowed again, her voice almost disappearing, "I think it's best that I tell you when you get here...Mrs Briefs"
For the third time that morning, Pan sighed. Why did this have to happen today? It was her day off for god's sake! Couldn't she have peace for at least one day? Just one?
"I'll be there in a few minutes" She hung up the phone, not interested in any friendly 'goodbyes'.
Pan quickly pulled on a pair of tight green pants and a white blouse. She knew for a fact she couldn't just show up at her daughters school in sweat pants and a tank top. She had to look presentable, despite the fact that she couldn't care less what the press had to say.
"Ugh, I hate these shoes" She muttered, stuffing her feet into a pair of black heels with effort. She hadn't worn those in ages.
After quickly running her hands through her thick black hair and checking her self over in the mirror. She grabbed her keys and drove wildly towards her twins school.
"What do you think this is about?" Goten asked, a little grin on his face. He quietly listened as his wife grunted over the phone line.
"I have no idea, but if it's about something dangerous..."
Goten grimaced, "Oh, come on, B-chan, she's only six. Don't be too harsh on her"
The Bluette continued to glare furiously as drove towards her child's school. She too had received the nervous phone call about her daughter. She wasn't exactly sure what she had done, but she was sure it wasn't a good thing.
"Harsh? You think I'm going to let her get away with whatever she's done? I don't think so"
"I didn't exactly say that. I was just reminding you not to make her cry to much"
Bra scoffed at her husbands weakness for their daughter. Just because she was the only girl they had, it didn't mean she should get away with everything! That was totally unfair to poor Zeus.
"Whatever you say, husband" She rolled her eyes as her voice filled with pure sarcasm.
Goten smiled, not hearing it all. He was positively sure he had won. Whenever it came down to his little princess, he always had to have a say. No matter what.
"Good girl," He smirked, "Maybe later I can repay you for that"
His wife couldn't help but smile at that sly comment. After their little 'mating' scene, he had become more...sexual around her. The pair couldn't ever go a day without spicing up their sex life. Just like Pan and Trunks.
"You sure about that?" She giggled, "You seemed a little worn out after this morning's session. I'm surprised you still have enough energy to talk"
Goten grinned, resting his head on his hand that was propped up onto his elbow, "Don't be silly, Bra. I'm a Saiyan, remember?"
The woman parked her car cautiously into the school car park. She slumped back against the car seat as she pulled her keys away from the ignition, suddenly feeling cold as her seat warmer disappeared from underneath her.
"Yeah, sure, I remember alright," She twisted a strand of hair, "I'm at the school now"
Goten smiled as his cheerful, oh-so-sweet, daughter came running across his mind, "Remember what I said, okay?"
Bra grunted, "I'll try"
"You better,"
"Was that a threat?" She asked playfully.
"Uh-huh" Her husband continued to smile, "Damn right it was"
Bra laughed, loving the man's cockiness towards her. It made her body shiver with excitement.
"You are so lucky I have Vixen to deal with right now" She grumbled, stepping out her car and slamming it shut behind her.
Goten looked left as he heard a faint knock coming from his door. He rolled his eyes as he realised that his conversation with his wife, was now over.
"Sure I am," He paused, "Listen, I have to go now. Someones at the door and I have no clue who it is"
Bra nodded, not realising she was talking to him through the phone, "I understand"
Goten's smile returned as he made his way to his door, "Right, well I love you,"
"I love you too, Husband" Bra replied, her face suddenly darkening as she stepped into the schools main entrance.
The Son laughed, "Tell me how it goes, okay?" And with that he hung up.
Marron quietly tapped her thighs as she sat on the small uncomfortable chairs. It had only been 5 minutes and she was already bored. Where an earth was that damn headmaster? She silently wondered to herself, and where was her child?
The Blond glared as looked down the empty hallways, failing to hear anything except rather loud children who needed lessons on how to keep their mouths shut.
Some lessons they were.
She sighed as she continuously checked her watch that was wrapped tightly around her elegant wrist. Every time her eyes connected with the gold material, she smiled. It had been a 20th birthday present from Uub.
She stroked it gently.
"Mrs Chestnut?" A voice boomed, startling her.
Marron quickly stood and locked eyes with the woman. She clutched her handbag tightly.
"Yes?" She replied, rather coldly.
The older woman, who seemed as though she was the ruler of the school, swallowed loudly and wiped a few beads of sweat away from her shiny forehead.
"This way please,"
Marron, without any response, followed. She frowned as her sharp heels took over the silence between the two women. It made her feel strangely uncomfortable.
The headmaster quickened pace as she spotted the door she had left. With her heart beating furiously, she licked her dry lips and was about to open the door, but hesitated for a moment.
Marron watched her curiously.
"Is something wrong, Miss...?" She asked, just before entering.
The woman blinked and shook her head, "Just call me Sharon."
The Blond raised a perfect eyebrow, it was pretty obvious that the woman was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
"O...k" She gave the woman another funny look before entering the large room.
Six heads all looked up as they heard the click-clak of her heels. The two woman smiled.
"They called you too?" Bra asked, her face brightening a little.
Marron nodded, taking a seat next to her daughter, who was covered from head to toe in dazzling colours of paint. Her eyes almost fell out of her small head.
"What an earth?" She shrieked, only just noticing the brightness of her child's clothes. Her hands frantically covered her cheeks in shock.
Cherish smiled, totally oblivious to her mothers shock. She tugged a strand of her brown hair to remove the green paint from her hands.
"Do you like my painting, mommy?"
Marron just kept her jaw dropping. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She scooted away from Cherish a little as she reached out for her mother.
"Painting?" She whispered, looking at the headmaster, "How the hell did this happen?" She then shouted.
Bra, Pan and their children covered their poor sensitive ears as the watched the Blonds mood turn negative.
Sharon dabbed her forehead lightly, "Well, you see, Mrs Chestnut-"
Marron let go of her hand bag, her ki rising a little and pointed to her daughters designer clothing. They were totally ruined. The only colours that were seen, were acrylic paints.
"See? Of course I can see!" She carried on pointing furiously, "Her clothes are ruined!"
Cherish looked at her mothers Red face in amusement. She had never seen her so angry before, not even when she saw little petty arguments between her and her father. This must be something big.
"Mrs Chestnut, I suggest you calm down, you could easily wash it out..."
Bra and Pan watched quietly, decent smirks on their smooth faces. If she were Saiyan all hell would of broke loose by now. It was a shame she wasn't. They were missing out on some good action here.
Marron breathed loudly, "Calm down? You want me to 'calm down'? Are you serious? What kind of school is this!"
Sharon continuously wiped her face as it dripped with sweat. She had never dealt with a situation like this before, which was why she was furiously struggling. Her body wriggled with fear as she realised she had two other mothers to deal with afterwards.
"I can assure you that this is a great school for children,-
The three mothers loudly scoffed.
-however, your child doesn't seem to like it here, do you, Cherish?" The older woman slightly hoped the child would feel intimidated by her glare.
Marron took that as offence, how dare that old bag say what her child did or didn't like! Oh, the nerve.
"Don't you dare speak to my daughter as if you know her!," She hissed, "How would you of all people know if she liked going here or not?"
Sharon's glare dropped, just like her damp handkerchief. She quickly obtained another one from her draw and repeatedly dabbed her forehead.
"Now, just a second. I didn't say-"
The Blond picked up her bag and held her daughters sticky wrist, "This conversation is over" She glared furiously at the other woman.
"But-" Sharon started,
Marron waggled her fingers at her friends, her smile soon returning "See you later, guys," She said, before leaving the room. Her heels could still be heard from down the hall.
Sharon slumped back into her seat defeated, "Well..."
Vixen and the twins exchanged a worried glance.