Won't Ever Understand Me
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Disclaimer: YES! I DO own Dragonball Z! It's all mine! Trunks, Gohan, Goten, ALL of it!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ::sweatdrop:: Or not. I'm not making any money off of this since I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT, so please don't sue me. However, I do own any original characters that come up in this story. And I own this story. So don't copy me.
A/N: OK, I know I got the ages screwed up, but I don't really give a ****, so here we go.
Pan is 17, Bra is 17, Marron is 20, Goten is 22, and Trunks is 23.
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Goten, Marron, Bra, and Trunks were once again hanging around Trunks' place, pondering what they should do. Trunks had the week off from his job at Capsule Corporation, so they wanted to make it a really fun time for all of them.
"I know!" Bra shouted all of a sudden, sitting up from her sun tanning position on a lounge chair. "There's supposed to be a fair today! Let's check it out, you guys!"
"A fair?" Marron said, skeptically. "I haven't been to one of those in a long time. Well, okay. Fine by me. What about you, boys?"
"I'll go anywhere, so long as there's decent food!" Goten moaned miserably, his empty stomach giving an unhappy grumble.
"Alas, poor Goten," Bra giggled. "Typical Saiyan, thinks with his stomach. But don't worry, there'll be French fries, hamburgers, and hot dogs galore."
"Then I'm in," Goten sat up, nodding eagerly.
Marron turned to the last remaining member of their group. "Trunks?"
He shrugged. "Let's go!"
And so they all set off to the outskirts of Satan City, where the major festival was taking place. Only because they flew over a certain person's house reminded Bra of someone else they probably should invite along.
"Hey, guys, stop!" Bra called to the others, halting abruptly in midair and pointing downward, straight at Son Gohan's house.
"Why'd you stop, Bra?" Goten asked, then looked down. "And over my brother's house, too?"
"I think we should ask Pan if she wants to come along," Bra explained. "We haven't done anything with Pan in a long time."
Everyone agreed, silently thinking of how each, (rare) time they asked Pan to come with them someplace, she turned them down with the excuse that she had to study, or she needed to finish homework, or was already going somewhere else.
All the other times they had asked her over the phone, so they figured she probably couldn't say no when they were right there in front of her.
"How long has it been since we've actually seen the elusive Son Pan?" Marron wondered aloud. In the two years right after Goku, Trunks, and Pan had come home from their Galactic Travels, the five of them had been good friends. But after that, for some reason, six years ago, Pan stopped hanging around them, and, to their embarrassment, they'd found that they really didn't notice that much, or care.
"Uhh," Trunks thought for a moment. "Actually," he said, astonishment clear in his voice, "I haven't seen Pan in over a year!"
"That's what I thought," Marron said, nodding. "Same for me."
"Ditto," Bra echoed, even though she and Pan used to be best friends.
"I saw her twice last year, at her birthday and at Gohan's birthday," Goten shrugged. "But not since then."
"She had a birthday party?" Bra asked, surprised. "How come we weren't invited?"
"I think it was kind of a personal, family thing," Goten replied.
"We are practically family," Bra exclaimed.
"Aw, come on, you guys, let's just go down and see her," Marron complained, and headed down. The others followed her, noting that Pan's and Gohan's ki's were in the house, so they must be home, and Videl must be out.
Once they landed, Trunks walked right up and knocked on the door. They all heard movement from inside, and then Pan's voice.
"I'll see who it is, Dad!" she yelled, obviously to her father. The four young friends outside started when they heard her voice, it was a lot different from what they'd last heard.
Then the door opened wide and they saw Pan standing there, looking at them with a surprised expression on her face. The friends outside looked surprised, too, because Pan wasn't wearing her infamous orange bandanna on her head. She was dressed in a karate gi like her Grandpa Goku's, except for the fact that her grandpa's was orange and blue, and hers was white and blue. There was a faint gleam of sweat on her face, and it was obvious to anyone that she'd been working out.
"Uncle Goten!" Pan exclaimed, "Bra, Marron, Trunks! It's great to see you guys!" They all nodded, about to explain why they were there when they heard Gohan.
"Who is it, Pan?" he called from further inside the house, and they could tell that he was coming out to greet them.
"It's Uncle Goten, Bra, Marron, and Trunks, Daddy!" Pan told him when he appeared. He looked surprised, too.
"Well, come in, come in, then," he said to them, beckoning to them. "Don't just stand out there. Hey, little bro, what brings you guys here?"
"We were just coming to ask if Pan wanted to come with us to the fair over near Satan City," Goten explained, gesturing in the direction of the city once they were all inside the house.
"That's nice of you!" Gohan replied, beaming, then turned to his daughter. "I'm sure she'd love to go!" He was startled by Pan's answer.
"Actually, Otousan, Ojisan, you guys, I was kind of in the middle of training," she answered quietly. "I still have seven-hundred twenty-eight more pushups on my left pinky, eight thousand situps, eight thousand hangups, eight thousand laps around the planet, and another hour of practicing my techniques."
By the end of Pan's list, everyone in the room but she and her father were reeling. How could she do so much training?! Even the two half-Saiyan boys didn't think they could manage half of what she'd listed! And she'd already gotten partway through her training schedule!
Gohan put his arm around Pan and patted her shoulder, "Aw, come on, sweetie, you can skip the practice for today. A one day break out of seven isn't going to make you any less fit."
Now Goten, Marron, Bra, and Trunks' jaws were hanging. She did this every day? Just how much had she changed?!
Pan's face was extremely reluctant as she continued with excuses, "Then, then, I still have some homework to do, Dad! And I have a math test tomorrow! I need to study!"
Now Gohan was staring severely at Pan. "We both know you're going to ace that test, and we both know that you finished your homework an hour ago."
Pan's face was stubbornly set. She pointedly ignored her father and turned to Trunks, Goten, Marron, and Bra.
"Maybe another time, you guys. I'm kind of busy. And I do have important schoolwork to finish up, DAD." With that, she whirled around and raced up to her room.
Gohan sighed, and looked at his guests. They were all staring off after Pan, shocked looks plastered on their faces.
"Well, you should at least have a snack before the fair, for you're troubling with coming over and all," Gohan said, motioning for them to sit down on the sofa while he went into the kitchen.
The four friends immediately took the opportunity to discuss what had just happened.
"Was that weird, or what?" Trunks demanded.
"What was with Pan? Didn't she even want to go?" Bra wondered.
"And she actually told Gohan that she needed to do homework when she didn't!" Marron reminded them.
"Eight thousand situps, hangups, and laps around the planet!" Goten shrieked.
"Maybe she feels awkward around us since we haven't seen her in so long," Trunks reasoned.
"Have we really been that neglectant of our friend?" Bra worried.
"We'll just have to spend more time with her," Marron decided.
"Eight thousand situps, hangups, and laps around the planet!!!!!!!!" Goten shrieked once more, at the exact moment that Gohan came back with some sodas and potato chips.
Gohan sat down with a plop on the sofa, and sighed. "She does kind of tend to overdo the training," he admitted.
"Gohan tell me seriously, bro, does she actually push herself beyond her capabilites? You shouldn't let her do that!" Goten reprimanded his brother.
Gohan looked startled. "I never said she pushed herself too hard. She just obsesses over her training, that's all. All this stuff is too easy for her. The only thing she really likes is sparring with Vegeta and Dad."
"She spars with Goku and Dad?" Trunks and Bra cried at the same time. "He never told us!"
"They go out to the mountains a lot on weekends and really deck it out," Gohan explained. "They don't go super saiyajin since she can't, but she can hold her own if they don't transform."
The room was silent as the Z youths tried to contain their shock. Then Marron recalled something.
What exactly is her training schedule regularly, Gohan?" she asked.
He looked up. "She stretches every muscle like I've taught her to, does warmup katas, spars with me for as long as she can if I'm available, does eight hundred pushups on each finger, eight thousand situps, eight thousand hang ups, eight thousand laps around the planet, uses each of her attacks fifteen times against herself, then spars with herself. Everything except the laps around the planet are done in the gravity room, usually at four hundred times Earth gravity. That's her easy days."
Goten fainted.
10:00 that night:
Pan lay in bed, a scowl on her face. 'Why did they have to come today?' she wondered to herself. 'They're supposed to leave me alone. And now they've got Dad on my back...' Pan dearly loved her father, but sometimes he was so pressing about things. Like why she didn't want to go with...
'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts,' Pan told herself quickly, keeping herself from straying down that path of thinking. Then she sighed, immediately thinking of something else. She'd trained herself to distract herself like that over the past five years.
She'd had to delete eight messages off her machine, two from each of them, earlier that night. But at least she hadn't had to go with them.
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RaliNeoBlade: What's up with Pan? Why's she acting so strange? How come she's avoiding her friends? Why did she drift away from them in the first place? Why didn't they care? Why do they suddenly care now? Will the author ever stop babbling and get on with the next chapter?! All this and more, and the next exciting episode, of DRAGONBALL Z!!!! (giggle, hiccup) I've been watching too much TV.
Rali: Tell me what you think, please r/r, should I continue this?? I've already got the second chapter written, but I don't know if I should post it!! PLEASE!! (Gets on hands and knees and begs) R/R!!!
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Disclaimer: YES! I DO own Dragonball Z! It's all mine! Trunks, Gohan, Goten, ALL of it!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! ::sweatdrop:: Or not. I'm not making any money off of this since I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT, so please don't sue me. However, I do own any original characters that come up in this story. And I own this story. So don't copy me.
A/N: OK, I know I got the ages screwed up, but I don't really give a ****, so here we go.
Pan is 17, Bra is 17, Marron is 20, Goten is 22, and Trunks is 23.
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Goten, Marron, Bra, and Trunks were once again hanging around Trunks' place, pondering what they should do. Trunks had the week off from his job at Capsule Corporation, so they wanted to make it a really fun time for all of them.
"I know!" Bra shouted all of a sudden, sitting up from her sun tanning position on a lounge chair. "There's supposed to be a fair today! Let's check it out, you guys!"
"A fair?" Marron said, skeptically. "I haven't been to one of those in a long time. Well, okay. Fine by me. What about you, boys?"
"I'll go anywhere, so long as there's decent food!" Goten moaned miserably, his empty stomach giving an unhappy grumble.
"Alas, poor Goten," Bra giggled. "Typical Saiyan, thinks with his stomach. But don't worry, there'll be French fries, hamburgers, and hot dogs galore."
"Then I'm in," Goten sat up, nodding eagerly.
Marron turned to the last remaining member of their group. "Trunks?"
He shrugged. "Let's go!"
And so they all set off to the outskirts of Satan City, where the major festival was taking place. Only because they flew over a certain person's house reminded Bra of someone else they probably should invite along.
"Hey, guys, stop!" Bra called to the others, halting abruptly in midair and pointing downward, straight at Son Gohan's house.
"Why'd you stop, Bra?" Goten asked, then looked down. "And over my brother's house, too?"
"I think we should ask Pan if she wants to come along," Bra explained. "We haven't done anything with Pan in a long time."
Everyone agreed, silently thinking of how each, (rare) time they asked Pan to come with them someplace, she turned them down with the excuse that she had to study, or she needed to finish homework, or was already going somewhere else.
All the other times they had asked her over the phone, so they figured she probably couldn't say no when they were right there in front of her.
"How long has it been since we've actually seen the elusive Son Pan?" Marron wondered aloud. In the two years right after Goku, Trunks, and Pan had come home from their Galactic Travels, the five of them had been good friends. But after that, for some reason, six years ago, Pan stopped hanging around them, and, to their embarrassment, they'd found that they really didn't notice that much, or care.
"Uhh," Trunks thought for a moment. "Actually," he said, astonishment clear in his voice, "I haven't seen Pan in over a year!"
"That's what I thought," Marron said, nodding. "Same for me."
"Ditto," Bra echoed, even though she and Pan used to be best friends.
"I saw her twice last year, at her birthday and at Gohan's birthday," Goten shrugged. "But not since then."
"She had a birthday party?" Bra asked, surprised. "How come we weren't invited?"
"I think it was kind of a personal, family thing," Goten replied.
"We are practically family," Bra exclaimed.
"Aw, come on, you guys, let's just go down and see her," Marron complained, and headed down. The others followed her, noting that Pan's and Gohan's ki's were in the house, so they must be home, and Videl must be out.
Once they landed, Trunks walked right up and knocked on the door. They all heard movement from inside, and then Pan's voice.
"I'll see who it is, Dad!" she yelled, obviously to her father. The four young friends outside started when they heard her voice, it was a lot different from what they'd last heard.
Then the door opened wide and they saw Pan standing there, looking at them with a surprised expression on her face. The friends outside looked surprised, too, because Pan wasn't wearing her infamous orange bandanna on her head. She was dressed in a karate gi like her Grandpa Goku's, except for the fact that her grandpa's was orange and blue, and hers was white and blue. There was a faint gleam of sweat on her face, and it was obvious to anyone that she'd been working out.
"Uncle Goten!" Pan exclaimed, "Bra, Marron, Trunks! It's great to see you guys!" They all nodded, about to explain why they were there when they heard Gohan.
"Who is it, Pan?" he called from further inside the house, and they could tell that he was coming out to greet them.
"It's Uncle Goten, Bra, Marron, and Trunks, Daddy!" Pan told him when he appeared. He looked surprised, too.
"Well, come in, come in, then," he said to them, beckoning to them. "Don't just stand out there. Hey, little bro, what brings you guys here?"
"We were just coming to ask if Pan wanted to come with us to the fair over near Satan City," Goten explained, gesturing in the direction of the city once they were all inside the house.
"That's nice of you!" Gohan replied, beaming, then turned to his daughter. "I'm sure she'd love to go!" He was startled by Pan's answer.
"Actually, Otousan, Ojisan, you guys, I was kind of in the middle of training," she answered quietly. "I still have seven-hundred twenty-eight more pushups on my left pinky, eight thousand situps, eight thousand hangups, eight thousand laps around the planet, and another hour of practicing my techniques."
By the end of Pan's list, everyone in the room but she and her father were reeling. How could she do so much training?! Even the two half-Saiyan boys didn't think they could manage half of what she'd listed! And she'd already gotten partway through her training schedule!
Gohan put his arm around Pan and patted her shoulder, "Aw, come on, sweetie, you can skip the practice for today. A one day break out of seven isn't going to make you any less fit."
Now Goten, Marron, Bra, and Trunks' jaws were hanging. She did this every day? Just how much had she changed?!
Pan's face was extremely reluctant as she continued with excuses, "Then, then, I still have some homework to do, Dad! And I have a math test tomorrow! I need to study!"
Now Gohan was staring severely at Pan. "We both know you're going to ace that test, and we both know that you finished your homework an hour ago."
Pan's face was stubbornly set. She pointedly ignored her father and turned to Trunks, Goten, Marron, and Bra.
"Maybe another time, you guys. I'm kind of busy. And I do have important schoolwork to finish up, DAD." With that, she whirled around and raced up to her room.
Gohan sighed, and looked at his guests. They were all staring off after Pan, shocked looks plastered on their faces.
"Well, you should at least have a snack before the fair, for you're troubling with coming over and all," Gohan said, motioning for them to sit down on the sofa while he went into the kitchen.
The four friends immediately took the opportunity to discuss what had just happened.
"Was that weird, or what?" Trunks demanded.
"What was with Pan? Didn't she even want to go?" Bra wondered.
"And she actually told Gohan that she needed to do homework when she didn't!" Marron reminded them.
"Eight thousand situps, hangups, and laps around the planet!" Goten shrieked.
"Maybe she feels awkward around us since we haven't seen her in so long," Trunks reasoned.
"Have we really been that neglectant of our friend?" Bra worried.
"We'll just have to spend more time with her," Marron decided.
"Eight thousand situps, hangups, and laps around the planet!!!!!!!!" Goten shrieked once more, at the exact moment that Gohan came back with some sodas and potato chips.
Gohan sat down with a plop on the sofa, and sighed. "She does kind of tend to overdo the training," he admitted.
"Gohan tell me seriously, bro, does she actually push herself beyond her capabilites? You shouldn't let her do that!" Goten reprimanded his brother.
Gohan looked startled. "I never said she pushed herself too hard. She just obsesses over her training, that's all. All this stuff is too easy for her. The only thing she really likes is sparring with Vegeta and Dad."
"She spars with Goku and Dad?" Trunks and Bra cried at the same time. "He never told us!"
"They go out to the mountains a lot on weekends and really deck it out," Gohan explained. "They don't go super saiyajin since she can't, but she can hold her own if they don't transform."
The room was silent as the Z youths tried to contain their shock. Then Marron recalled something.
What exactly is her training schedule regularly, Gohan?" she asked.
He looked up. "She stretches every muscle like I've taught her to, does warmup katas, spars with me for as long as she can if I'm available, does eight hundred pushups on each finger, eight thousand situps, eight thousand hang ups, eight thousand laps around the planet, uses each of her attacks fifteen times against herself, then spars with herself. Everything except the laps around the planet are done in the gravity room, usually at four hundred times Earth gravity. That's her easy days."
Goten fainted.
10:00 that night:
Pan lay in bed, a scowl on her face. 'Why did they have to come today?' she wondered to herself. 'They're supposed to leave me alone. And now they've got Dad on my back...' Pan dearly loved her father, but sometimes he was so pressing about things. Like why she didn't want to go with...
'Happy thoughts, happy thoughts,' Pan told herself quickly, keeping herself from straying down that path of thinking. Then she sighed, immediately thinking of something else. She'd trained herself to distract herself like that over the past five years.
She'd had to delete eight messages off her machine, two from each of them, earlier that night. But at least she hadn't had to go with them.
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RaliNeoBlade: What's up with Pan? Why's she acting so strange? How come she's avoiding her friends? Why did she drift away from them in the first place? Why didn't they care? Why do they suddenly care now? Will the author ever stop babbling and get on with the next chapter?! All this and more, and the next exciting episode, of DRAGONBALL Z!!!! (giggle, hiccup) I've been watching too much TV.
Rali: Tell me what you think, please r/r, should I continue this?? I've already got the second chapter written, but I don't know if I should post it!! PLEASE!! (Gets on hands and knees and begs) R/R!!!