AN: I'm pissed at my writing, so I'm fixing it. This is just a touch up since I'm bored. I'll be rewriting this chapter and maybethe others if I'm lazy.
Summary: Pan/Trunks. Goten/Bra. Marron/Uubu. A deal with the devil was hot it started. But a summer of training leads to something that weighs down minds and breaks hearts. How do love someone who tossed you aside so easily once before?
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT.
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Chapter 1: Proposition
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"Hey everyone! Are you ready for practice?" a young 16 year old girl yelled cheerfully, running over to her friends who were stretching, getting ready for their everyday sparring routine.
A girl, who was doing a splits, looked up and smiled. She waved to the younger girl, and stood up. She gave her a small smile and told her to start on her afternoon pre-workout.
"Okay, Marron," the younger girl said with a grin.
Another girl was punching on a bag nearby. Her body was drenched in sweat. Her forehead had drops of perspiration on it that made their way down her pretty face, and onto her wet tank top. Her face was in a scowl, as she punched the bag furiously.
"Hey, Bra! You're late!" the girl who was punching stopped and smiled, walking over to her and embracing her friend.
"Yeah, i know. Sorry!" she said with a bright smile. She put her stuff beneath a nearby tree where her friends' bags merely sat in boredom.
"Start on warm-ups now. Our championship match is tomorrow," Pan said, and continued to punch the old bag, which was practically in tatters. She had only had it for 4 months, but due to her incessant training, it was in shreds. Bra nodded, and began to practice a kata, an individual form of karate. It contained kicks, punches, blocks and turns, all of it varying in speed and placement.
"Girls! We need you in here!" Goku, Pan's grandfather, called opening the back door of the dojo/home.
They stared curiously at him, and then each other. Wondering, they followed him inside the house and into the kitchen.
At the table, there were three young men. They were young, barely pushing the age of a legal adult, they would bet. They were also very handsome, and looked like a mix of Japanese and Pacific Islander.
The three girls eyed the men strangely. There was a weird feeling around them, a sort of déjà vu kind of presence.
The older men looked at the young girls, and saw what they were wearing. All of them dressed in a different training gi, all uniquely colored. Most were drenched in sweat, except for Bra who had just arrived there.
Marron was the oldest, they could tell. The sixteen-year-old girl was young, but very well built, thin and curvy. Her lips were a deep blood red, and her skin beautiful porcelain. Her glossy blonde hair was shining in the florescent lighting and pulled into a tight bun. She was strong willed, and had a sense to protect her friends from others. It was a kind of motherly instinct.
The youngest was fourteen, almost fifteen, years old Pan. Her body was under developed, but still long and slender. She had midnight black hair, and hung loose past her shoulders. She was the shortest of all her friends. She was always happy, and had a temper that was very short. She was a strange one. One day she liked you, the next she hated you. She was the toughest chick of all.
The middle was fifteen, Bra, a girly girl. She loved shopping. She wasn't as great a fighter, but she could definitely hold her own in a battle. She had cerulean blue hair and had deep sapphire eyes. She had a large bust and silky skin. She was filled in all the right places. She was truly very beautiful, and not just the outside, but the inside too.
"These young men needed to speak with you three," Pan's mother, Videl, said, placing some tea for the six of them. They thanked her and sat down. While Marron, Pan and Bra drank their tea; the three men on the other side of the table watched them interestingly.
They had seen these girls compete for years now, watching them become better than any teams they had ever trained themselves. A bunch of schoolgirls had the potential to become great fighters, maybe even better than them one day.
One of the boys was tan, a dark brown and had pleasant black eyes, looking no older than twenty. His hair was in an onyx mohawk. He was well muscled with a body like a god. He wore a cape clunk over his entire body, covering everything but his head.
Another had messy black hair, much like Pan's grandpa Goku. He had dark eyes that showed nothing but happiness. They glinted and glittered in the lights of the room. He wore a cape much like the other two behind him. He looked much too young to even gamble, but he was most likely pushing nineteen.
The last one was a handsome man of nineteen years. His silky lavender hair fell into his eyes. He had strong features with the most tantalizing navy eyes. His skin was lightly tanned. He was such a nice guy in front of people, but was such a strange person when no one was around. He would act like a total kid, which he was.
"We have a proposal for you three," one began, "we want to teach you, to train you to become stronger."
"Okay." Pan started, "But, who the hell are you?"
"Pan," her mother snapped, her apologizing eyes turning towards her guests, "that's rude. And watch that mouth."
Pan humphed, and crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at her mother disobediently. While her friend's held in a few giggles.
"Oh, well... heh..." the one with the messy black hair grinned, and rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm Vegeta-Briefs Goten."
"And I'm Vegeta-Briefs Trunks," said the lavender haired young man.
"And I'm Lee Ubuu," said the last one.
"Now, let's get down to business," said Trunks, casting his eyes down on a very uncomfortable Pan, "We want to make a deal."
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AN: Look what boredom has drawn me too.This was just working out the major kinks. Everything else is unsure. If I rewrite, I'm not sure if I'll have the energy to continue the story. Oh well, we'll see.
All right people, that's it for now. I'll update soon, but until then. REVIEW! Please it's my first fic!
