chapter Title: Hidden Powers
Chappie Rating: PG (for language)
Couples: A little B/V I suppose...but they just argue. ^^;
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or DBGT but if I did...well I would make this a manga or anime. Teehee.
Summary: A little surprise happens to the Son and Briefs' youngest generation.
And let the story begin...
Our four favorite heroes Pan, Trunks, Bra, and Goten were driving home from a club that Bra had dragged them to.
"Stupid headlights." Bra whined as they began to dim. "This is definitely not my day."
"It doesn't matter we're almost home anyways Bra-chan." Goten looked at her with his goofy smile. She looked at him and relaxed slightly. Pan laughed at the joke but she stopped when the little voice in her head told her to get out of the car. At first she ignored it but it kept on getting louder and louder. She looked bewildered at the other people in the car. Didn't they hear it too?
"Guys does anyone else here feel as if something is going to happen?" Pan asked. Her head was still yelling and she could barely hear what she said. The other three in the car looked at her and laughed. Pan tried to look at Trunks or her Uncle Goten for help but they were ignoring her. She desperately tried to show them that something was going to happen but they just ignored her. Without knowing Pan's ki skyrocketed getting the attention of Bra, Trunks, and Goten. They looked at each then back at Pan. Bra screamed looking at her friend. Her pupils were pure white and she was screaming so loudly that their saiyan ears could barely pick up the sound.
"Pan-chan are you okay?" Goten looked at her worried. What none of them saw though was the car that was rushing toward them. The driver of the other car was drunk and he was going about 90 mph. Bra turned around just before the other car slammed into hers. She screamed out in terror falling unconscious immediately. Trunks and Goten soon followed. Pan however blasted through the roof of the car because the voice in her head was pounding in her ears. Little did she know was the fact that her friend's kis were not so powerful anymore.
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Back at Capsule Corp. Vegeta and Bulma were fighting like usual. Mid-sentence though Vegeta stopped talking and looked somewhat stunned. He murmured some choice words and looked at Bulma. "It's the brats their kis are slowly disappearing. There is only one that I can feel and its rising." Bulma fell down on the chair next to her and looked at Vegeta.
"Are they alive?" Bulma truly didn't want to know the answer to this question but she knew that she would have to find out sooner or later.
"Barely." Vegeta replied frowning. He looked at Bulma and she nodded. He picked her up and they flew off to the place where the brats, his brats were slowly dying. He didn't want to admit it but he knew most likely that they would probably not survive. He looked down at Bulma and powered trying to get there before it was to late.
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Pan looked down from her viewpoint. She could barely see but she knew that something was terribly wrong. She felt three kis and their powers draining. She looked down again at the wreckage underneath her. Pan gasped, there were the bodies of her three friends with blood surrounding them. She made the connection between the kis and the bodies below her. A sob escaped Pan's body as she slowly landed next to them. "Trunks...B-chan...Goten..." She quietly cried. She had the premonition of this but couldn't warn them in time. She broke down and cried right on the spot. A rare thing for the young quarter saiyan.
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Chichi, Goku, Gohan, and Videl were all at the Son residents. They were talking and all having a good time until Goku and Gohan sensed three kis practically disappear. They looked at each other and nodded in understanding. Gohan frowned and got up to leave. Before he could though, both videl and Chichi stopped him.
"Gohan-chan what's wrong?" Videl asked, she sensed that something was wrong and that it was bothering Gohan. He looked at his father for help but Goku shrugged and mentally telling him to hurry.
"Videl something happened to Trunks, Goten, Bra, and Pan. I can feel all of their ki signatures but not Pan's. Dad and me are going over there to see what happened. I just hope that we get there in time. From the way I sense things now, its not looking good at all. I'll see you two later." He signaled for his dad to come and they were both out the door in seconds.
"My baby..." Chichi broke down crying. Videl comforted her as best she could, but she was worried about her own daughter as well.
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Pan cried for a few minutes before wiping away her tears. She looked for the person responsible for this and found him tending to a wound on his leg. Pan was furious. Not only had he barely damaged his car but he was almost perfectly fine. Pan briskly walked over to him. He looked at her. At first he seemed unafraid but the look in Pan's eyes made him doubt that thought.
"You are a fucking bastard. My three closest friends are dying over there and all you got was a fucking cut on your leg?!" Pan's ki skyrocketed once again. The guy cowered down in fear of this girl-no creature-that was standing in front of him. She was beyond normal. Her eyes were solid white and her hair was fiery silver with an eerie glow around her. He was terrified. Pan was about to Kamahama the man, when she felt familiar kis landing around her. She turned around to see Vegeta, Bulma, her father and grandfather.
"What did you do to my children?" Vegeta glared at her. She was shocked. What would she do to her best friends? Why didn't they recognize her? She took a step toward the group. All except for Bulma got into a fighting stance. Pan was about to burst into tears again. The thought of blasting herself crossed her mind but she quickly got rid of it.
"Where is my daughter?" Her father asked. She was now completely hurt. Not even her own father recognized her? She was about to just run up to him but decided against it. She slowly fell to her hands and knees crying. 'A saiyan should never cry. I've cried twice today. I hate this!'
"I don't deserve this..." She looked at her father. She slowly dropped her ki. Everyone blinked in surprise as they slowly realized who this person was. It was not a new enemy to defeat but Pan. Pan felt completely helpless and alone. She looked up again only to see shocked faces. Before she knew it though the last thing Pan heard was her father and grandfather running up and calling her name.
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Pan slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt like hell. She shook her head in disgust. She let her eyes adjust to the light and she realized that she was in the rejuvenation tanks. She sighed inwardly. She began to move in the tank getting the attention of her father. He looked at her and gave her a small smile. She looked away in shame. She didn't deserve the way everyone she was being treated. She saw her father frown before motioning Bulma to open the tank. She quickly came over and began the draining process. The two adults in the room watched as the liquid drained.
Bulma came over the door of the tank and wrapped her up in a towel. "You can take a shower over there." The scientist pointed to the back of the lab. "I'll leave some clothes out for you then. Pan nodded and headed over to where Bulma had pointed. After seeing her go to the shower Bulma dug around in a chest from some clothing. After finding something decent she placed it on a desk. She then ushered Gohan out of the room to give Pan some privacy. Bulma soon followed.
Pan turned on the water. She stepped into the steaming hot water. 'She's treating so well and I've basically let her children die. Bulma why do you have to be so kind...?' Her hand formed into a fist showing her fristration. 'I am going to kill the man that did this. I will make sure of that. No matter what.' She turned off the water and grabbed the towel next to the shower. Heading back into the main part of the lab, Pan spotted the clothes that Bulma promised she would lay out. She quietly changed into them. She gave looked at the mirror before heading up the living area of Capsule Corps. She looked around the room spotting the other tanks.
Pan went up to them and glanced at the timers. 'They would probably be better off in a hospital.' She thought looking at her friends bodies. Not wanting to be around the room any longer Pan made her way upstairs.
"How is everyone doing Bulma?" Marron looked at the blue-haired woman. She was extremely upset about the accident. What made her angry though was that Trunks, her secret crush, was injured. Her rival, Pan, though was not. Even though Marron acted like they were close friends, Marron secretly loathed the quarter saiyan. She always recieved the attention that the blonde desperately wanted. Under Marron's bed were pictures of the quarter saiyan. She had mutilated the pictures and smirked everytime she thought of them. Unknown to Pan was the fact that Marron was plotting against her, she wanted Trunks all to herself. Whether it would kill anyone in the process or not. Marron lost her trail of thoughts though when she heard the door open from the lab. 'Damn that saiyan to hell and back.' She placed a smile on her face. placing her facade up once again.
"Pan..." Videl hugged her daughter tightly. Videl released her daughter. After doing so Pan was surrounded with questions from everyone around her. The only ones that didn't seem to interested where Piccolo, Vegeta, and Marron. She didn't take to much notice to the blonde's weird behavior though.
Pan glanced at all the faces that seemed so happy to see that she was here and could help answer the questions that had been nagging them for the past few hours. 'I can't do this. It hurts to much...'
"JUST STOP!" The room suddenly became deathly silent. "I just want to be by myself for a few hours to think everything over." Pan shut her eyes in frustration. "Just leave me be." Pan ran out of the room then and quickly took off into the sky trying to stop herself from breaking down and crying once again. She was supposed to be strong...
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