Ok, I kinda think
I forgot to mention that I just started. OPPS! Sorry people! I
meant to tell everyone that I just began! Ok, well, I'll continue some
more tonite when I get around to it. Anyway, Ok, that's pretty much it! TOODLES
FOR NOW!
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19-year-old Pan Son doodled on her grey Bio notebook with a dazed
and tired look on her face. Her teacher, Professer Tsukino, was in front
of the room giving yet another boring lecture on the disrespect that teachers
had to put up with after one of the more immature students had thrown a paper
airplane at his head.
Pan rested her head on her desk and subconsciously wrote over and
over again "Trunks" with hearts everywhere on the binder.
"Back when I was a kid..." Blah blah blah, Pan
thought as she continued to write randomly, finding P. Tsukino to be excedingly
boring.
"You have no homework." P. Tsukino remarked
trying to be funny, but his sense of humor was ever so Duamish*, considering it
was the last day of classes before summer break. The bell suddenly rang
and Pan jumped up and knocked her desk and books onto the floor.
"Opps." Pan blushed profusely as everyone looked
at her, a few laughing. P. Tsukino narrowed an annoyed eye at her as she
scooped up her stuff and everyone rushed out of the class. When she stood
again, she realized that her grey notebook was missing. She gasped and
looked around furiously, until she noticed someone standing in front of her. It
was Bra.
"You dropped this." Bra said with a devilish
smile as she handed it back to Pan.
"Thanks." Pan blushed and then continued. "You
won't -" Bra shook her head.
"No. Besides, if I were going to, don't you think I'd
of said something already?" Pan's eyes became wide and her mouth
dropped.
"You... knew?" She stuttered.
"Well duh." Bra said matter-of-factly, crossing
her arms across her chest.
"Am I really that obvious?" Pan began to get
worried that he might of noticed.
"No, but I AM a girl, ya know. I know these
things."
"So you don't think he knows?"
"No." Pan let out a sigh of relief after almost
turning blue from fear.
"Thank Kami..."
"Did someone mention my name?" A familiar voice
penetrated Pan's ears. It was the ever-so-wonderful Trunks. Pan
immediatly froze, automatically thinking he had heard their conversation, but
was relieved when she heard what Bra's response was.
"Nope, I don't believe I heard anyone say mashin... sorry
dude!" She joked with her brother.
"Anyway, you ready to go?" Trunks asked Bra. He
was picking her up since she had mangled her car in a head-on collision with a
lamp post.
"Yeah. Can I drive?"
"My new Porsch? HA! Yeah right! I don't
let people who claim that an innanimate, stationary object just got up and
attacked them drive my cars... especially not ones more valuble than said
person." Pan laughed at Trunks's statement, remembering Bra's excuse
to her father so she wouldn't get in any trouble. Bra frowned at Pan, who
tried to contain herself. Trunks leaned down to tie his shoes.
"It wasn't that funny." She glared.
"If you're in your shoes, no. But if you see if from
my view, it's excedingly funny." Pan continued to smile as Bra shot
her a warning look and she immediatly shut up. Blackmail sucks. She
thought to herself. Bra suddenly realized that Trunks had been tieing his
shoes for a little too long.
"You alive down there?" She asked. Trunks
shot up and looked at his little sister.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Hey Pan, you wanna help me pick out
and outfit for tonite?" Bra asked her best friend.
"Why? What's tonite?" Pan asked curiously.
"We'll talk about that later." Bra said quickly
as she dragged a shrugging Pan off.
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"So," Pan started while looking through Bra's
monstrosity that she insisted was a "closet", "What is going on
tonite?"
"A new place called ZiTe just openned and we're going."
Pan continued to look, but snapped to attention at the term 'we'.
"By 'we' you mean me, too?" Pan glared at her
friend. Bra knew Pan hated clubs, but Pan knew that Bra would stop at
nothing to make her go to one. Bra smiled innocently.
"Yep. Me, you, Goten, Marron, Ubuu, Trunks..." Pan's
gaze deepened as Bra listed the names while tapping her fingers.
"Trunks?!" She managed to gasp out. "How
could you?!"
"Well, he isn't exactly aware that he's going... yet."
"I don't like that tone." Pan wanted to beat Bra
to a bloody pulp for this one.
"Well, see, this is what's going to happen. I'm going
to make you sparkle, go early, and then you'll 'run' into him and tell him that
you're late for meeting up with us and that you need a ride." Bra
seemed so proud of herself for coming up with that one.
"You seem to forget one thing... I CAN FLY!" Pan
practically shouted.
"Details, details... Hmmm..." Bra attempted to
think long and hard, when suddenly a loud bang hit her door.
"BRA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" An angry
Trunks shouted as the door burst open.
"What did I do THIS time?" She asked him as she
rolled her eyes.
"YOU TORE MY ROOM APART AND NOW I CAN'T FIND THE THINGS I'VE
BEEN WORKING ON NONSTOP FOR OVER A WEEK!" He shouted at her in fury.
"I did NOT!" She protested.
"Yes you did! Who else would've done it?!" Trunks
fought back.
"I don't know! Maybe it was the one-armed man!" Bra
tried to be serious, but found it to be very difficult with her brother acting
in that manner.
"Yeah, and the blind man saw it, too." Pan
chuckled.
"Stay out of this, Pan-chan." Trunks's icey stare
didn't drift from his flighty sister as he said that.
"Well, umm, I gotta jet, considering I'm supposed to be
meeting everyone like 10 minutes ago..." Bra lied and ran off before
Trunks could get her. Trunks tensed as he shouted after his sister
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU!". He shook his head and growled.
"Great. 9 days work right down the drain because of
her!" The President of Capsule Corp. practically tore out his
beautiful shoulder length lavender hair out of his head in frustration.
"Umm..." Pan attempted to make Trunks realize she was
still there.
"Oh, hey Pan-chan." Trunks forced a smile. "Sorry
'bout that. Siblings can be SO infuriating sometimes. Be glad you
don't have any." Pan shrugged.
"I don't know, being an only child gets kind of lonely. And
then there's my way over protective father, who practically wants to kill every
guy I talk to. Sometimes I just wish I had a sister or brother so that
all the attention wouldn't be focused on me." Trunks nodded and
smiled for real.
"Yeah. I can see where that could get bothersome."
There was an erie silence after that until Pan broke it a few moments
later.
"So, uhhh, do you need any help with getting your room back
in order?" She offered.
"Don't you have somewhere to go?" Trunks asked
her.
"No. Bra tried to get me to go to some stupid new club
with her, but everyone knows I'm not into that kind of stuff." Trunks
nodded slowly, almost looking disappointed. "So, do you want
help?" Trunks smiled kindly then and accepted Pan's generous offer.
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* - Duamish is an
inside joke from my school, it's not a real word!