*~The messages~*

Pan groaned as she swiveled in her computer chair. "I'm in a semi-relationship with Uub, I don't need the account for Matchme anymore." she groaned.

Her blue haired best friend ignored her and typed away at Pan's laptop, looking at the many profiles of young man. "You said 'semi' he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend yet. Maybe meeting a hot older guy might speed up the process."

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Trunks laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He listen to his best friend's fingers hit the keys on his keyboard. He had been single for two months and Goten insisted he move on.

Marron had surprisingly moved out his house without him asking to, and didn't talk to the press about their relationship. He found it suspicious but didn't get involve, she was gone and that was it.

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"Come on P-chan it'll be fun," Bra said to her and continued to search through the profiles. One had caught her eye so she clicked on the profile. Trent Baker, 23, attends West City University, and works at the Starbucks. He was gorgeous in her eyes, chocolate-brown hair and eyes, muscular build, amazing smile. This was the guy all tumblr girls dreamt of, he was literally the definition of perfection.

"This one is cute!" Bra exclaimed, adding extra emphasis on cute.

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As Goten scanned through the profiles, a notification popped up on the screen. "Hmm, someone viewed your profile," he revealed as he clicked on the profile. Cleo Parker, 18, attends Capsule Corp Tech, and works at a local grocery store. Goten looked through her photos and almost go an erection. Curvy figure, nice breast, blonde hair.

"Check this one out, she's hot."

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"Yea he's cute, but don't send him anything. He might be a creeper." Pan replied.

"Too late." The heiress sang before quickly pressing the enter button.

"BRA!"

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Trunks nodded in agreement. She was really pretty, but he didn't have time to start relationships on the Internet.

"She sent you a message!" Goten exclaimed. "What's up cutie, winky face" Goten said aloud as he typed away.

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"Bra, don't you dare send another message," the younger girl growled. She regretted allowing Bra to touch her computer. Now she would have fifty-year-old men messaging her, asking for nudes.

"You're so uptight," Bra laughed. "Ooo, he sent another message. What's up sexy."

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"Just laying in bed, in my panties and bra. "Goten read, grinning. 'She's a freak, I like her!"

"Better be careful, it might be a man," Trunks warned.

"Thaks for reminding me bro."

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Bra's blue eyes were pasted onto the screen, impatiently waiting for a reply from her true love Trent.

Pan shook her head in disappointment. "I swear your mental."

Her eyes lit up with excitement when she heard the notification sound. "Send a pic?"

Pan's eyes grew the size of saucers. "No way in hell I'm going to let you a nude to this 'Trent'"

"I know what I'm doing," Bra argued.

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Goten drooled on the keyboard as he gawked at the picture, her boobs were huge and he wanted to touch them. Trunks on the other hand thought they looked familiar.

"Kami, I would do so many things to her," Goten said.

"What about Valese?" Trunks asked, his eyebrow arching.

"Who?" The raven-haired man responded.

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"Bura Briefs, have you no dignity?!" Pan exclaimed.

Bra flashed her a smile as she slipped on her tee shirt. "I was wearing my bra, calm down, plus he doesn't know in famous so it's all good."

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"What are you going to say next?" Trunks required.

Goten pondered over the questioned. A minute later the perfect answer popped into his head.

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"How do you like it!" Pan exclaimed in utter disgust.

Bra licked her lips. "So Panny, how do you like it?"

Her cheeks flushed a violent red. "This is so wrong! Let's stop please!"

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"I like it rough, in the back. I also loved being in handcuffs, winky face." Goten read with a devious smirk.

Trunks stared at his best friend in complete awe. This whole time he thought Goten was innocent and naïve.

"How big is it?"

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"Vegeta would go into cardiac arrest if he read this, you better stop now B, I'm serious," Pan insisted.

"12 inches, do you think you can deep throat it," Bra giggled.

"You disgust me, I think I'm scarred for life," Pan whispered, pulling her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth, she truly was traumatized.

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"Hell yes, I like em big and thick," Trunks said. "Bro, you're in a relationship with Valese."

"Valese isn't that great in bed," Goten argued. "I like them freaky."

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Pan narrowed her eyes and snatched the computer from of Bra's lap. This is as far as she was going; Pan wasn't allowing her best friend to go fuck some stranger she met online. "The hell is wrong with you?"

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Trunks gagged, on the verge of puking. He unplugged the computer and scowled at Goten. This 'woman ' could be anyone, and he wasn't going to let him make a huge mistake.

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"Party pooper," Bra mumbled.

"That was getting out of hand, next thing you know he was going to ask for your address and murder you in your sleep."

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"If you wanna fuck, go to your girlfriend," Trunks hissed.

Goten grunted as he snatched his jacket from the floor. "You always have to ruin the fun." He continued to mumble under his breath as he exited Trunks room.

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Bra rolled off Pan's bed and grabbed her purse. "You act like an old woman Pan, you need to learn how to have fun and relax." Bra trotted to the door and before leaving she stuck her tongue out like a pissed off toddler and slammed the door.

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Trunks sighed and plugged in his computer again. Goten was just mad he didn't get to have sex with this Cleo. Goten should be thanking him, he could have caught a STD, Trunks practically saved his life.

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Pan mused to her self as she slipped out her pajama pants and put on an extra large tee shirt. "I act like an old lady just because I don't go around messaging stangers."

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Trunks took off his pants and shirt, only leaving on his boxers and wife beater. "I should let this girl know it wasn't me so she doesn't start sexting me."

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The Son daughter jumped into her bed and sat her laptop on her lap. "Better tell this weirdo it wasn't me.

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And at the same moment the two received a message...

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"Sorry about that, my best friend was the one sending all those nasty messages," Trunks read.

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"I apologize for those dirty messages, my best friend was the one who sent them," Pan read. What a strange coincidence, maybe he was actually a real person.

Another notification popped up and she opened it. "Lol, and I thought I was the only one with a lunatic best friend." Pan let out a soft laugh as she replied.

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"This whole time I though you were an ax murderer," Trunks smirked.

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"Maybe I still am, maybe I'm at your window," Pan laughed louder.

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"Oh no! Lol!" The girl seemed pretty cool to him, and he considered revealing his true identity to her. He opt not to when the thought of her turning into a total fan girl flashed in to his mind. He would tell her he wasn't Trent Baker and give her a different name.

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"Just to let you know I'm not Trent Baker, my friend made this profile for me. I'm not ready for you to know my true identity so just call me T.B."

"Well you can call me Sonny."

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"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, wake up this instant! It's two in the afternoon and you missed a meeting!"

Trunks shot up from his sleep and frantically looked around the room. A few moments passed before he realized he had fallen asleep at his computer desk.