Pan was not in the mood to deal with this today. She had woken up to her Ma screaming to get ready for school and so she had put on a red shirt and some black pants before hurrying downstairs. Her Uncle was already eating breakfast and scarfing it down like the meal might run away.

"Slow down Uncle, that bacon oinked its last breath ages ago so it ain't going nowhere," Pan slurred in the local country accent that her mother detested. Her Uncle tried to say something around his mouth full of food but it came out as grunting noises. He took one great attempt at swallowing down the large amount of food but it got stuck on the way down and he gagged. Pan walked over and hit his back roughly a couple times before he was able to manage the task. He wheezed and coughed before taking a second to catch his breath.

Then he looked at her sheepishly, "I know Pan, but yah know how I can't hold my self back when it comes tah food," her Uncle frowned with bacon fat oozing down the side of his furry chin. Her Uncle was part wolf creature and had a thick brown coat along with beady little eyes. It annoyed her because well, because she was human and it caused a lot of confusion when she introduced her Uncle to people. Their eyes would dart from him to her in rapid succession and then she would just shrug. Her Ma explained that her Uncle was adopted by her family at a very young age. Though her Pa was a different race too…

"Still, better watch your self; soon you won't be able to sit in that chair to shovel your food down anymore. Oh well, you're a big boy I guess yah can decide for yourself right? I'ma be off to school now otherwise I'll be late, cya later Uncle!"

Her Uncle said his goodbyes and Pan went to put on her shoes.

"Remember to take a jacket Pan!" her Ma said as she hurried down the stairs. Pan looked up at her and replied, "Ma, I have no time for that, I'll be late!" and grabbed her book bag from the front hall hanger before yelling goodbye one last time as she ran out the door.

It was a brisk day in November so her walk to school would have been a pleasant one… were she not so late! Not a cloud in the sky and she could see other local's out and about doing their morning routines as she rushed past leaving a dust trail in the air. Her worn down bike had broken down yesterday after she took it down a hill in a game of chicken with some boys behind her school. Suffice to say it didn't survive the journey when she hit a large rock on her way down. She lived about 35 minutes away from the school biking and the bell would ring in 5 so she full out ran. Oh no! If she were late again her sensei would probably make her stand out in the hall holding the heavy water buckets again. How embarrassing!

Trunk's was having a terrible day. Some clients had called him down to this site in the middle of nowhere to try to convince him to build a Capsule Corp factory and department store there. 'There is a growing commercial need here,' they said. 'The people who lived in this village were hard workers,' they promised. 'If he would build here then it would bring life back into this dying city,' they begged. Looking around this place it just reminded him of any other rag tag village in the middle of farming land. The people here had that dead cow look in there eyes as they went about there menial tasks and opened up their shops. In the whole village there was one Movie Theater, one bowling alley, and one primary, middle and high school. Everyone knew everyone and daily life was obviously dull and boring.

'No promise,' he thought. Trunks saw no future in this village filled with its boring people and boring life style out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. What would attract people here? Certainly not the local food, which his clients had been so kind to treat him to not even an hour ago. Trunks had never tried natto, fermented soy beans, before but once was definitely enough.

The two clients were leading Trunks towards another plot of land for him to observe and he resigned himself to the grim prospects. He followed along as they turned the corner of the Town hall when he suddenly felt a large gust of wind blow past him. Trunks whirled around to look at what had caused the freak gust when he saw a girl with short black hair running at an inhuman pace past the townspeople. Trunks immediately took off after her; he wanted to know who she was. He heard his clients call after him and he just waved back at them grinning as he ran, 'let them stew on that a while.'

He quickly caught up to her and ran alongside her right side. She was perspiring even though it was a bit chilly out so he figured she must have been running a while. When she turned to look at him he could see the shock on her face, "H-how?"

Clearly she had never met anyone who could run as fast as she could. He saw a flash of hurt pride run across her face as she ran even faster trying to outpace him. Trunks grinned at her fighting spirit as he caught up to her new pace again.

She made a cutely annoyed sound and with an obvious grunt of effort she forced herself faster. Together, they ran through town at speeds that surpassed the slower paced bikers and pick-up trucks on the road, leaving them in the dust. The villagers all watched in utter shock as the two youth's practically flew past them, it was unnatural.

As they ran he saw her eyes focus on their destination, the local high school. It looked nothing like the high school he had gone to in the suburbs, it was less modern and more run down, and it was much smaller. Right when they were about to reach the gates she leapt over them and the guard posted out at the front in a great bound. She did two gymnast like spins in the air and landed on the other side gracefully on both feet. When she turned around she looked back at him through the bars and blew a raspberry at him and ran off towards the school.

"Hey Pan! You know you can't do that!" yelled the officer who had been guarding the schools gates. He ran after her but he never stood a chance, she was faster than the wind.

Pan got to class a minute after the bell rang and was forced to stand outside the door with those god forsaken water buckets on her shoulders. There were two filled to the brim with water and they hung from either side of a broom stick. The ultimate in shame was when some senior girls walked by and giggled at her state. They made jokes at her expense and she replied back with the middle finger.

Pan thought of the boy she had just had a racing match against. He looked older than her, probably in college, and he wore a very expensive black suit and tie. That was pretty unusual around this neighborhood and even more unusual was that he could keep pace with her, though she had won of course. Who was he? He wasn't from around here, definitely a rich city boy. I hope I see him again, we can race again maybe. He probably was in track in his old school, if all city boys are that fast I can't wait to move there.

Trunks decided to wait outside the school for her; he had nothing better planned for the rest of the day. Plus, this girl Pan had a really high energy level for someone so young and human. She was also very cute; he remembered how she pushed herself to go faster than him and how he had let her take the lead at the end. Sure, her little act at the end was childish but the flips over the gate had been pure gold.

Something was bothering him though. She seemed familiar, her name certainly was, his best friend Goten's baby niece that disappeared years ago had been named Pan. This Pan was about the right age, had the right amount of speed for an untrained Saiyan, and, from what he had seen in pictures, had the same hair type and facial features. If this was "the Pan" then he had an even bigger incentive to wait out here to confirm. Not only would Goten's family be ecstatic but so would his own.

He sighed as he looked down at his watch, it had been an hour and he was bored. Not only that, but he was starting to draw attention now that it was later in the day. He was dressed like an upper class business man standing right in front of a high school… waiting. Okay, this looked bad.

Trunks was just about to relocate when the guard from earlier came outside led by a woman who was whispering and pointing at Trunks. Oh no. The guard came over alone and looked like he had seen better days. His neatly parted hair was mussed up and his glasses askew, he probably was in a terrible mood.

"Young man what are you doing hanging around this school? There is no loitering allowed around here," the officer said authoritatively as he smoothed his well trimmed mustache.

"Sorry officer, I was just waiting for my client's to meet me here. I seemed to have left them behind by accident and I'm not from around here so I found myself a little lost," Trunks lied sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head for effect.

"I'm sure. Can I have your name and license sir?"

"Sure, my names Trunks, here you go."

The Police officer snorted and took his license. The officer started reading down the card and his eyes widened slowly as he looked up at Trunks, "You are the Trunks Briefs? The Trunks Briefs CEO of Capsule Corp?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Briefs! I'm so sorry for being so outspoken earlier! It's just I-I-I didn't realize who you were," the officer looked like he was just about to have a heart attack as he grabbed Trunks hand and shook it convulsively.

"It's okay, I understand don't worry about it," Trunks said hastily as he pulled his hand from the officer's grip. "But maybe you could help me out with something?"

I already have 59 pages typed for this story and I will be posting them up as soon as I get a significant amount of reviews for each chapter.
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