Clicking her pen through her mathematics lesson, Pan had everything but her education in mind. Try as she may in order to focus on her studies, she made little progress in her attempts.

I'm too restless for this today. I mean really… what has education done for my life?

"Hey, freak show, do you mind? I'm trying to concentrate on the lesson. " said a girl on the side of her. Pan growled. Everyone thought she was freak because she was a fighter. She was proud of what she was, of who she was. In fact, without her assistance, everyone on the planet would have been destroyed. As she stood, her chair scraping the floor could be heard throughout the large class room. She was not going to take such insolence from some ignorant person.

"You have some nerve to call me a freak! You need to learn how to respect people!" she screamed menacingly. The room became silent. Everyone faced the two girls and froze their eyes onto Pan. It was not exactly the first time Pan was the star of a commotion. She was known for her short and almost obnoxious temper, but could you really blame her, knowing who she was related to?

"Miss Son is there a problem here or were you just stretching your legs seeing that you are out of your seat?" Pan turned her eyes to the professor and then she looked around the class room meeting every single gaze. She felt the blood flow through her as her face felt warmer.

"N…no sir. There isn't a problem…" Pan stammered before she sat down and buried her face in her text book. She could her class mates snicker all around her, which did not help her embarrassment or temper. She held her breathe for a few seconds, but it was not as if that would do any good so she sat silently waiting for the last bell to ring.

At long last, the bell echoed through the halls and the students began to crowd through the door. Pan sighed in relief as she gathered her books into her bag. Finally the day was over and she could be free from the "normal" life. She walked rapidly to the exit. She could see the sun light through the open doors. She began to fasten her pace. It was like she couldn't get there fast enough. Finally she was through the door. She could feel the light on her skin, so warm, so bright. There was no better feeling than when the sun's light washed over her skin.

"Pan! Babe! Wait up!" called a strong voice from behind. Pan slowed her pace down into a stroll and she turned to meet her caller. His eyes were amazingly blue in contrast to his tan skin. His long blond hair was pulled into a low pony tail. He was easy on eyes. In fact every girl wanted him. Everywhere he would walk, there were girls staring and drooling over him.

"Hey Brail…no practice today?" Pan greeted him with a smile. She could feel the girls' eyes on them…on him.

"Not today. They are cleaning the wrestling mats. I heard that you freaked out again today." Brail smirked, putting his arm around her waist. Pan could hear the other girls whisper.

"Oh my gosh! Look at him!"

"He's gorgeous for sure!"

"He's like the best fighter on the school's team! I bet he could kick anyone's butt!"

Pan growled. It was not the first time her classmates opened their mouths about her scenes. It was pretty much just a sad excuse to get Brail to break up with her.

"They are all just freakin' jealous that I actually have a life. Stupid babies couldn't take me in a brawl!" She exclaimed. It was true, no one in the whole school could pin Pan down in a fight. She was strong…unbelievably strong for a girl…for a human girl… Brail laughed at Pan's arrogant words. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Pan stood motionless. She was really indifferent to kissing. She could live without it. It did not bother her that she never got the warm fuzzy feeling. She just thought that she was tough enough to handle it, unlike the young women who surrounded her. Right after the kiss, she could feel their angry stare and hear their hushed whispers.

"Who does she think she is to kiss Brail. "

"She's so weird and is always picking a fight."

"Yeah I know! She thinks she is so tough. I bet if I just slapped her she would cry."

Pan jerked away from her boyfriend to face the red headed girl who said that.

"Hey! You want a piece of me?!" Pan screamed. The girls just rolled their eyes and walked away.

Brail laughed and wrapped his hand around hers.

"Oh my little Spit-Fire…" he said. That was his nick name for her, because he thought she would just trash talk people. Little did he know that it was not just talk. He did not know how strong of a fighter she was, much less fly and shoot energy waves. "So I am coming over tonight, right?" Pan felt a little burdened after the question. She sort of wanted to spar with her dad when he got home. She wanted to be free of the false appearance she put on at school. She wanted to be herself fully and completely but it could hurt Brail's feelings and her mom has been asking about him for days now. Maybe if he came over, her mother would give her some peace and quiet.

"Ofcourse! Come for dinner around six." She answered, hiding the little disappointment she had. He kissed her cheek.

"See you then." He said smoothly before leaving her in front of Capsule Corp. Pan sighed and turned to the large building. She knew their products very well. She wondered how many times one little capsule saved her butt when she fought alongside with her best friend Trunks and her grandfather, Goku. She missed her grandpa. She missed Trunks. She missed those times. Saving the earth was in her blood. It was what her friends and family did. She missed flying, using the kamehameha wave, and throwing punches that could send a sumo wrestler flying back a hundred miles. She missed searching for dragon balls and chasing after Giru. She even missed it when the earth was in danger…but did that make her sadistic?

"Pan?" a lady asked behind her, interrupting her thoughts. Pan turned to the lady, seeing that it was Bulma, Trunks's mom. Her hands were holding grocery bags. Even though she was old, she looked very good for her age. It seemed to take twice as long for her to look as aged as any other woman her age. It must be the products that she used.

"Hey Bulma. Long time no see, right? How is Trunks?" Pan asked, offering her assistance with the bags. Seeing Bulma lifted her spirits. It was like Bulma was proof that everything that had happened years ago was real.

"He is fine, very stressed, but fine. You know how he is. He can't wait to come home. He hates world-wide meetings." Pan knew how Trunks did not like being the president of Capsule Corp. He was a free spirit that was not meant to be bound by paper work just as she was not meant to pretend to be completely normal. "He's coming home in a month. We are throwing a party; you and your parents are invited. Everyone else is coming. It has been so long since we've all seen each other."

"Oh wow! That is perfect! I miss him a lot! Oh my gosh! I'm so excited! It's been two years!" Pan was excited indeed. Her heart was racing, her thoughts were a blur. She was going to see her best friend again. Finally, he would make things back to normal. Her normal.

"Miseur Briefs…wait! Miseur Briefs your papers! Yours Schedule!" called a short stocky man in a black business suit. But the man that he was chasing disappeared into his hotel room. He could hear the door lock.

Trunks sighed as he leaned against the door. He was done with the stupid meetings, the stuffy offices, the civilized and sophisticated… Oh yes. He could not wait until he could back home to see his friends. He stretched out his arms and groaned. He hated being locked up and stiff, but it was the only way he could be alone. He wanted to move his whole body. He wanted to feel the wind blow past his fists as he threw them at his target. He wanted…to call his mom. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number to his home.

In a few short seconds he could hear the phone ring. It rang four times before he heard a low gruff voice answer. "Hello? Who is calling at this blasted hour?" asked Vegeta.

"Hey…Dad… I was just..." But Trunks was cut off by his mother's voice.

"Vegeta, don't throw the phone at me. Trunks, is that you?" Bulma asked in a low groggy voice. Trunks felt relieved as he listened to his mother fuss at Vegeta. It made him feel like he was home. He wanted to go home badly.

"Yeah mom. I'm sorry about how late I'm calling. I forgot about our time differences."

"Uh-huh," Bulma started, almost as if she was nodding off. "Don't worry about it Trunks. You must finally have a break, seeing as to how you finally called home." Trunks smiled. "Well…it's a good thing you called. I'm planning a Welcome Home party for you, when you get back. Krillin, Eighteen, and Marron will be there. Not to mention Gohan, Videl, Goten, and Pan too."

Trunks sat down on the sofa. "How is everyone? Has Goten settled down yet?" He asked, almost amusedly. His friend dated around…a lot…

Bulma yawned. "Uhm, not that I'm aware of. If so then I am seriously mad because I wasn't invited to a wedding. Everyone seems fine. I haven't heard anything negative and I ran into Pan today in front of the main office."

Trunks chuckled. Pan made him laugh. She was a little ball of fire. That's all he could remember. She put on a tough act, but he knew how soft she was. She was exactly like a kitten who thought it was a tiger, so small, so naïve, so…cocky. "How is she? Has she gotten into any kind of trouble lately? I wouldn't be surprised."

"Hm…" Bulma, was half asleep, "She's okay. Same as ever, I hear she doesn't get along with her classmates as much. But it's Pan."

"Yeah. That's Pan" Trunks repeated. "Well, mom, you seem too tired. I was just checking in on everyone. Bye"

"Good-bye, Trunks." Bulma whispered before hanging up the phone.

Trunks put down his phone and pulled out his wallet. He had pictures of his friends. One of Goten and him when they were young at the Grand Tournament. He chuckled to himself remembering the trouble that he and his friend got into. He pulled a picture from another pocket in his wallet. It was Gohan, with Pan on his shoulders, and Videl by his side. It was a perfectly small family, happy with what they had. Pan was young in this picture, maybe around five. She wore her gi that matched Goku's. Anything else did not do her justice. She was always the little fighter. And finally he found a picture of himself, with Pan and Goku, in his child form, by his side.

Trunks took off his glasses and stared at the picture. Even though that picture marked a time of chaos for everyone, he was beyond happy at the time. He knew when he got home; he and Pan could fight together. He knew she was dying for him to come back. He wondered if she had learned anything new and if he could still kick her butt. She was going to be his first opponent when he got back. He could not wait to see his little side-kick again in her orange bandana glory.

I started this a year ago and I decided to continue it. Please enjoy.