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Note: I have this terrible habit of rotating from first person perspective to third person. I apologize if you happen to catch any of it, I must have skipped it when fixing other portions. Originally I started this chapter out in first person, and somewhere I switched to third. Apologies. I assure you that there is still an age gap in the characters, but they are all adults. As if that wasn't cryptic enough. I am not spoiling it with anymore ramblings. You'll have to read on to find out the information. Also for some chapters, I will go from first person to third in another, and so on. May be slightly OOC (been ages since I've watched/read DBZ).
Rating: -Mature, for sexual content later on (aka lemon), possible language, and possible violence.
-Humor/comedy.
-Drama.
Pairings: Quite a few of them.
Ignite
Chapter One
"Hey, Pan." A musky voice said, after noticing a shorter female hanging out in his family's kitchen. She had been propped up against the counter, a glass of OJ in one hand, and a plain cream cheesed bagel in the other. Her short black hair was tied up into a messy bun, she was wearing a pair of shorts and too small red and orange shirt, that showed her midriff, revealing her fit stomach. Pan looked over toward him, giving him a nod, her mouth full. As he got closer, he noticed a female with blue hair sitting at the table, he could hear her talking about her lab partner for one of her classes. Rolling his eyes, as she made dramatic sounds and motions to describe whatever that person had done. He placed his hand on the back of her chair, "dramatic as ever, aren't you Bra?" He moved a step back, as she yelped at the sound of the voice. She whipped around, her hand clutching her heart. A snort come from Pan.
"Don't do that, Trunks!" Bra huffed, exhaling. She narrowed her eyes at him, forgetting her story for a moment. "How many times do I have to tell you, make some noise when you enter a room!"
Pan cleared her throat, "I saw him coming". He glanced to her, getting a better look, she seemed tired and so did her voice.
"See. It's not my fault you're too loud to hear when people enter." Trunks chuckled, stepping back to avoid a smack from his younger sister.
Bra glared at him for a moment. Sighing, she knew she wasn't going to win this. She turned away from her brother to resume her conversation with her long time friend. "So, as I was saying..."
"You don't look too good." Bra heard him say. She was about to turn around and smack him for interrupting her to insult her, upon turning around, he saw that he was speaking to Pan. Bra paused, looked back at her, noticing the bags under her friends eyes. She cocked her head to the side, wondering how she hadn't noticed them before. "We should get you to the clinic." Bra raised her brow at her brothers concern for her friend. Odd. He doesn't usually take an interest in my friends.
"No, I'm okay, Trunks. Just a late night of studying." Pan smiled warmly, to stop his pushing. Trunks eyed her suspiciously, taking a step toward her, ignoring his sisters eyes on him. He reached his hand up toward her forward, Pan flinched away. "I am fine Trunks." He frowned, not because she dismissed him, but because she flinched at his almost touch. Suspicious. He went to do it again, same result.
"I will punch you, if you don't believe me." She stated flatly. Her voice clearer.
He thought for a moment, his hand raised still. He grinned. "That means you would have to touch me, and it seems that you don't want to be touched yourself." She lowered her glass onto the counter, and the bagel onto the plate. She stepped away from him. She knew what was coming.
"If it's a sparring match you want, I'll give it to you." Pan challenged, getting into a fighting stance. Trunks grinned. He made a step toward, but was stopped. His sister stepped in between them. She stared him dead in the eye.
"Trunks." She said warningly. She turn to Pan, just as she saw her stick her tongue out at Trunks in a mocking way. Oh no. She thought. Before she could turn back toward Trunks, he made his move. Great. Now we're going to be late for school. Sighting heavily she went after them.
Pan grinned widely, she knew her taunting from before would irk him. Though, he didn't know she was doing it on purpose. She dashed through the kitchen, into the halls, avoiding the breakables and plants that cluttered the area. Rearing around a corner, she sensed a strong power level, she ducked and slid past him. Turning on her heel, "hi, Vegeta!", she continued on her path, away from her attacker. Breaking left, she ducked into a room, and lowered her power level to basically nothing. Controlling her breathing. She could hear him coming, she heard him try to run past his dad, before getting stopped.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked as he grabbed the back of Trunks collar, before he couldn't continue after Pan. Trunks looked at his father with a sheepish grin. Vegeta glared at his son, he knew what was going on, as they did this every other week. Usually resulting in Pan winning, by making it out of the house. "Don't break anything." He said annoyed, if they broke something like the prior month, he would have to deal with Bulma's shrieking, and he didn't want that. He had to avoid her for a week because of his son and his rival's granddaughter's game. Vegeta released his son, but not before giving him a fierce glare. Vegeta returned to his stroll through the halls, pausing, as his other child ran past him, giving him the same greeting as Pan, "hi, dad".
Trunks inhaled and exhaled, calming himself. He enjoyed these games. He would often tell Pan that he let her win, when he couldn't catch her. She was quick. She was faster than most of the male Saiyans. Perhaps because was the only female that trained just as hard, if not harder than they did. He thought of his sister, for a moment, if she trained, she'd be strong too. Probably stronger than Gohan. Just as he thought of her, she came around the corner, stalking toward him. He looked over his shoulder at her, raised his finger to his lips to make her slow her roll. Bra often tried to prevent the game from starting, she failed most of the time, so when she failed, she would play along.
Bra looked at her brother, approaching him as quietly as should. She wasn't confident in her abilities, but she knew the basics. Standing next to him, she looked down either hall to the left and right. Raising her hand to her chin, thinking of which direction Pan would have gone. It was tough sometimes, Pan took different routes each time, never the same one twice. They had been playing this game often, for the past nine months, after Trunks had returned from a training session with their father and Pan's grandfather and uncle. Bra closed her eyes. Concentrating. Trying to sense Pan's power level. Her concentration broke when Trunks shifted. She glared up at him, he still had the finger to his lips, placed his other hand on her right shoulder, moving his finger away from his mouth, he pointed in the direction he heard a noise. Bra glanced that way, "she wouldn't...would she?" it was the sound of a window opening. They looked down the left hall, there were a few doors and another hall on the end of that one. Quietly they tiptoed the direction of the noise. They approached the door they could hear the outside noise from inside, past the door. Quietly Trunks pushed the door open. The window of the far wall, fully open. They both stepped into the room, walking all of the way in, looking around the room.
Pan had lowered her power level, almost all the way to zero, she hid behind the door, thankful they didn't open the door all of the way. Once they were further inside of the room, she quietly stepped around the door, stuck her tongue out at them, making the noise "nah, nah, nah", before closing the door, and was gone again. Pan ran back the way she had come, going up the stairs, instead of passing them, quickly changing into her clothes, grabbing the backpack off of the dresser, she opened the window quickly and quietly. She could hear them coming after her. Pan propper herself in the window, waiting for just the right time.
The door swung open and Bra was huffing, staring at her friend in the window. Pan winked at her, and hopped out. "Pan!" Bra yelled to her. Pan giggled at to herself. Rather than fall to the first floor, Pan had flown up, not sensing Trunks. Oh shit. It was too late, thud. Straight into his arms she had flown. Pan wriggled, as his lean muscular arms encompassed her. He brought his chin down to her ear, "got you". She wriggled more, thinking she could get out of his grip, when he whispered to her, it sent chills down her spine. She cocked her head up toward him, to get a good look at her captor. Twisting herself just enough, she peered up at him, their lips barely a few inches apart as he hadn't moved from where whispered in her ear. A twinge of pink appearing on her cheeks. She grinned though, instead of feeling shy. "There's a first for everything." She coyly.
He had an idea of what she had planning. He had sent Bra the long way around, and climbed out of the window, flying up, just as Pan hopped out of the window on the second floor. Pan had sensed him in time, and he moved into position, outstretching his arms, he gripped her tightly to prevent her escape. Almost, he thought. He felt her shift against him. He grinned, bending down to her ear. He didn't expect her to look up at him, he saw the pink on her cheeks. Her words caught him off guard, and his grip loosened. Pan slipped out of his embrace and dropped to the ground, landing with ease. He floated down to her, looking toward his sisters window. The look on her face was incredulous, almost annoyed. "Hey Bra, if you don't get dressed, we're going to be late!" Pan had called to her best friend.
Pan swiveled on her heel, looking at Trunks, "and you'll be late for work." Trunks was going to comment about Pan's attire, but he saw that she had managed to change into school appropriate clothes. He raised a brow, wondering when she had time to do that. "I had a minute headstart, remember?" She noticed that he saw her clothes. Pan twirled, she had switched from shorts to tight blue jeans that hugged her legs, black boots, a black tanktop with a grey sweater hanging off of her shoulder, hiding her figure. Her hair left in it's messy bun. "Trunks?"
He snapped his eyes to her. Feeling embarrassed for being caught staring. Pan's pretty in her own way. She's got long limbs and a nimble frame. She felt lighter than before. They sparred often, so he's seen her basically nothing but skin tight spandex and their training garments. "Sorry." Apologizing, just as Bra leapt out of her window, closing it behind her, as she floated over to her brother and friend.
"Ready Bra?" Pan turned to her. She grinned to her and Trunks. "That was fun." Ignoring the look Trunks was giving her.
"You can't just leave me behind!" Bra exclaimed.
"Oh come on, Bra. You know I wasn't going to!" Pan defended.
"Then why can't we ever leave the house normally?" Bra whined.
"You're the one who wanted to train your abilities. I told you that it would be spontaneous." Pan said, locking arms with her best friend. "Lets go."
Trunks raised a hand to his head, watching his sister and friends niece walk away. For just a moment, he thought Pan's lips turned into a frown, but when he went to look again, she way laughing at something Bra had been saying.
Trunks turned away from the girls, wondering, she better not be lying. She knows what will happen if she is. He headed back into the house, entering through the front door. Moving his way back through the halls toward his room to get ready for work.
"Pan? What was with you and my brother outside of my house?" Bra asked as they entered the campus of their college. Bra looked serious.
Pan rolled her eyes, "it was nothing, Bra."
She squinted at her, "are you sure? It didn't seem like it. Do you like my brother?"
Pan coughed on the word, like, laughing, "what? No. Why would you ask that?"
Bra didn't believe her at first, "because it looked like you were flirting with him. It's weird." When Pan didn't respond away, she continued, "it's gross Pan." Pan glanced at Bra for a moment, thinking it over.
"Lets say I had a crush on your brother. It's not like he would like me back, right? There is such a big age difference between us. Besides we're not each others type." Pan chuckled, brushing off Bra's suspicions.
"Well, I guess.. But if you do have a crush on him, you would tell me right?" Bra stopped in front of Pan, to give her question emphasis.
"But, I don't. Like you said, it's gross." Pan continued her snickering laughter. Walking past the young blue haired girl. "Besides, if you had a crush on my uncle, you would tell me, right?"
Bra had turned to follow Pan, but, stopped when Pan jokingly accused her. Too many seconds had passed, shit, if I respond now, I'll look suspicious. But, if I don't...shit.
Pan raised a brow, half turning, giving her friend the benefit of doubt, "but that's gross too, isn't it?" She gave her a reassuring smile.
"Ha, ha, yeah.. Gross." Bra's hesitance, confirmed Pan's suspicions. Bra was a terrible liar, especially to Pan, who picked up on it easily. Lying was definitely not one of Bra's strengths, she was smart and plan most things, but planning ways to get out of being cornered like that, she was not good at. Pan knew this, she changed the subject to avoid the uncomfortable silence that was following the inquiries, looking at her watch.
"We're going to be late." Pan said, walking ahead of Bra. Pan wasn't especially fond of being in school, she would rather be outside training, especially in such beautiful weather, he clouds were gray and the air spelled of rain.
Bra looked at her watch as well. "Shit! We are!" Bra picked up her pace, she was never late for a class, even if it's was a free period or study hall. Since Bra was super smart, she didn't have to study like Pan did. She enjoyed being at school. Pan was only there, because Bra had convinced her that she should attend with her, just in case. They were racing down the hall, bumping into Marron on the way, and Pan's uncle Goten.
"Speak of the devil." Pan announced, lingering just outside their lecture hall's door. Pan was looked at her Goten to Bra, and back. She grinned mischievously. "Hey uncle Goten."
"Hey Pan. What do you mean devil? Were you two talking about me?" Goten grinned cheesily. Pan nodded coyly. "Of course, uncle."
Bra's cheeks flushed, shooting Pan a glare.
"What about?" Goten nudged Pan.
"None of your business, uncle." Pan teased, smiling.
Bra was still blushing when Goten turned to nudge her too. She wasn't sure how to react. For the past year she's acted stiff around Pan's uncle, and Pan noticed it from the get go. "C'mon, tell me Bra." Oh, my heart, be still. She was thinking of teasing back, but the bell had rung, and into the classroom she begrudgingly went in. Goten followed them in. Marron had said hello to them briefly before walking away, she had a few papers in her hands, for her half the day she worked as an aide to the teachers, and staff, passing out papers to other teachers and staff members, and occasionally taking students who aren't supposed to be where they are to where they belong. The other half of the day, she was a student.
End Chapter 1. To be continued in chapter 2.
