Goten, Trunks, Bra, Pan, and Marron enter early adulthood together, bringing new loves and broken hearts. They are all struck with the the highs and lows that life can swing your way. How will they deal when reality hits?

A/N:December 6, 2014: I am editing this story (not the plot) to adjust some errors between POV and the saiyan clarification. In the beginning they are saiyans, I changed it mid-story because the idea wasn't working with what I wanted. SO now I'm going through and changing some scenes to fit normal humans :)

Today, this chapter has been edited.

The ages are as follows:

Pan- 17

Marron- 17

Bra- 17

Goten- 18

Trunks- 19

Enjoy!

:*: Saturday Night :*:

It was a chilly night in West City. The cool November breeze blew through the trees, causing their limbs to tap the windows of the Brief's mansion. Bulma and Vegeta, the eldest members of the residence, were fast asleep, unaware of the activity going on in the kitchen downstairs.

"Please Trunks, don't make me do this."

"Aw, come on Pan. Just stick it in your mouth."

Pan pinched her nose shut and slowly stuck out her tongue. Trunks covered his mouth to keep from laughing, as so did Marron and Goten.

"Oh my gawd, she's gonna do it!" Goten whispered loudly, trying not to wake the sleeping elders upstairs.

"You guys are frikin sick. Pan you don't have to do it!"

"Yes she does, Bra. Pan's never backed down from a dare." Bra rolled her eyes at her brother's immaturity.

"Fine. But I'm not going to hold her hair when she goes puking it back up."

The room was silent. All eyes were on the female sitting at the end of the table, yielding a cracker topped with a dead cockroach. Suddenly, it was gone. "Ewwww she actually did it!" Goten and Trunks high fived while Marron and Bra laughed hysterically. Pan raced to the sink and poured herself a glass of water, chugging it down in one gulp.

"What are you brats doing down here?!"

The room fell silent again as the teens whirled their heads to the entrance of the kitchen. Vegeta stood, arms crossed, glaring at his son.

"Sorry dad..."

"Go to bed. If that woman complains about you guys one more time, I'll blow this damn planet to pieces!" With that, the frustrated man grumbled as he stomped his way back upstairs.

"Why does he always blame me?" Once the coast was clear, Trunks stood from the table, cleaning up the many bags of chips they had munched on earlier. The rest joined in to help.

"Probably because you're the oldest. Here's your phone, cockroach." Goten tossed his niece her cellphone, only to receive a glower from her large onyx eyes.

"You guys are not going to let me forget that disgusting moment, are you." Goten shrugged in response.

Bra chimed in for this one. "Don't worry Pan. If he tells anybody about it, we'll just tell the whole school about the time he had to lick Marron's-"

"Bra!" Marron snapped. "Must you always bring that up?"

Bra and Pan muffled their laughter with their hands. "Sorry."

Goten embarrassingly shuffled his way to the other side of the counter.

"Goodnight ladies. The stud is going to bed." Trunks announced, stretching his arms with a feigned yawn.

Marron and Pan gave him a brief friendly hug while Bra rolled her eyes. "Some stud..." She grumbled to herself. She then felt Goten wrap his arms around her in a bear hug, practically squeezing the breath out of her. "Goten I can't breathe!"

"G'nite Bra!" He released her, giving her a quick noogie before he followed Trunks upstairs.

The three girls followed suit soon after Bra adjusted her hair.

"Well Marron, looks like you're in the middle!" Teased Pan as she and Bra claimed the edges of the guest room bed. Bra and Trunks had a queen sized bed, room for two people, but the guest room had a large king sized bed, making it more comfortable for the three girls to fit.

"I'll be right back, I have to get a pillow from my room." Bra walked out of the room, closing the door shut behind her.

Marron finished tying her hair up and hopped into the middle. "There's plenty of pillows here, why is she getting another one?"

"Who knows." Moments later, the blue haired heiress returned to the room and silently laid on her side of the bed.

"Are you okay, Bra?" Marron asked nonchalantly, not seeing a reason to express concern.

"Oh, yeah, I just had to blow out the candle in my room."

"Whose legs are these?" Whined Marron, rubbing her toes along the prickly unknown skin.

"Those would be mine." Pan quickly withdrew her legs and turned the lamp off on the nightstand.

The room fell silent as the girls grew tired, and eventually drifted to sleep.

"Goten, I swear to God, if you leave those laying around and somebody finds them, I'm going to kill you."

Goten chuckled and laid back on Trunks' bed, clutching the box of items his friend was referring to. "So, who gave you these?"

"Yamcha."

"Figures. Even in his sixties that man's still at it."

"Are you two ready yet?" Goten instantly sat up, hiding the box behind his back. Vegeta squinted his eyes at him, but couldn't care less what Kakkarot's youngest son was into.

"Y-yeah, come on Goten." Once Trunks led his father out of the room, Goten shoved the box under a pillow and caught up with them.

Marron slowly squeezed out from the two surrounding bodies, trying not to wake them. The clock on the nightstand displayed 9:04, the earliest Marron has voluntarily woke up on a Saturday morning. She eased the guestroom door open and quietly clicked it shut behind her. Across the hall, she could see Trunks' door was ajar. Why are they up so early? As curiosity got the best of her, she tiptoed across the hall and poked her head into the room. Nobody's in here. The bed was messy and the boy's pjs were on the floor. She strolled to the right side of the bed and sat down. On the nightstand, was a black table lamp behind a framed picture of Trunks and Goten in their Jersies. It must've been right after a game judging by their flushed faces and the visible sweat drops.

"Knock knock." Marron turned her attention to the entrance of the room as her raven haired friend entered.

"Hi Pan. Did you sleep well?"

Pan narrowed her eyes at her. "I would have if somebody didn't hog the bed!"

The blonde smiled. "Oh... Sorry. I couldn't sleep that well either. Vegeta and Bulma were arguing for hours!"

"Oh, you havn't heard nothing yet. They've had worse fights." Pan jumped onto the bed and laid her head on the pillow behind Marron, curious to see what she was looking at. "Which one are you drooling over?"

Marron shook her head. "Wha- None of them. I was just looking."

"Sure sure- hey... What is this?" She slid her hand under the pillow she was laying on, pulling out a box of...

"Condoms?" The girls gasped in unison.

Pan instantly dropped the box from her hands and wiped them onto her shirt as if to get the germs off of them. "They must be Trunks. I don't think Goten would carry a box of those around with him."

"Hey, there are flavored ones in here." Marron pulled out a red one. "Must be cherry." The two girls laughed, but stopped when they heard somebody coming down the hall. Marron shoved the box into the nightstand drawer and rose from the bed, as did Pan.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Bra asked.

"Oh um-"

"Nothing!" Pan grinned, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Bra turned her eyes to the blonde who stared nervously back. "Why so red Marron?"

The blonde grinned innocently like Pan. "No reason. I'm gonna go get dressed."

Bra let her pass by and turned her attention to Pan. "So, are we going shopping today or what?"

Pan let out a shriek of excitement. "Of course!" The excitement in response to Bra dropping the subject. She wanted nothing more than to get out of that room. Lord knows what's been going on in there...

10:37 am

Vegeta entered the mansion with a large smirk on his lips. Trunks and Goten entered behind him, dragging their feet and panting in exhaustion.

"Nice work boys, although your stamina could use some work."

"Can we pleeease go get something to eat?" Goten whined, collapsing onto the couch.

"Let's shower first. Dad, you want anything?"

Vegeta simply shrugged his shoulders in response as he climbed the stairs. After living with this man his whole life, Trunks had a keen understanding of his father's body language. Especially when it came to food, a simple shrug meant yes.

"I call shower!" Trunks shouted as he raced up the stairs.

Goten groaned, buried in the couch cushions, his exhausted eyes resting under his eyelids, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Chapter edited on 12/6/14. Plot has not changed, just some dialogue and saiyan comments edited.