Summary: What if Pan was Goku and Bulma' s affair child? sent into adoption immediately after birth, how will everyone react when she comes knocking 15 years later.
I don't own anything from DB, DBZ, DBGT or DB super.
Pan- 15
Bulla- 17
Uub- 21
Mai- 26
Dakon- 19
Marron- 24
Goten- 25
Trunks- 26
Quote: "Alone, unknown, unwanted, who am I? please tell me, for I to know you." ~Pan.
Chapter one: Heart attack encounter!
*Pan*
Family? who are they? what do you speak of? a piece of paper is all I have connected to my hidden family, my parents haven't been seen since they drop me here for adoption, 15 years ago.
Name: Pan Bella Son
Born: September 6, 2000
Parents: Goku Son and Bulma Briefs
Siblings: Not stated
Words: "When you read this, please know that we love you so much Pan, you're a Son and Briefs, unique, brilliant and strong."
Unique? very much so, at Orange Star High, I'm the outcast, for being a straight A student- brilliant - and exceptionally well in Physical Education - strong - life isn't easier as the bullies know I'm parents-less, luckily it's the last year.
One more year of hell, where our lives are sucked by evil oversees abusing their power with unwanted surprises, sheets bombarded by ink and slips which mark our fate as they confine us with high walls and a gate, clearly this is hell but for adults, it's school.
Never been adopted, I learn to adapt knowing this and eventually persuading Isabella, who runs this business, to remove my name from the list, besides, I'm too old anyway. My respect is shown for the short, about 5'1, lady with lengthy, brown curly hair and dark green eyes, dragging along her sassy nature which have the rude young men running for the hills, she helps me in more ways than one as I saw her try endlessly with school, adoption and parenthood! therefore I thank who's looking over this weird child name Pan, for her being in my life.
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Silence shush us with it's finger on our lips after Isabella drops something life changing, connected to my unusual past, into my lap. I ogle in confusion while the four other children, who came after me, gathered.
I'm a memory, I'm loved, I'm remembered, I'm what you always want to remember, Who am I?
A picture.
More specifically, a picture of a yellowish, dome shaped building with numerous blue tinted windows, even on something easy to destroy, I feel the power and there I say, familiarity? from this particular structure, towering over the other like a giant, my lips murmuring the words scripted in a blood red marker right below, "Capsule Corp, West City" eyebrows of mine was less than an inch away from shaking hands, as I spoke the unfamiliar words that I sense means something to me, 'What is this?'
"We were told to give this-" She jesters to the paper that was now in the hands of a nine year old Stephanie and a four year old Emily, "-when your step-parents think you're mature enough, but that didn't occur so I will, when you go there-" Manicured, index finger pointing directly at you know what, eyes shimmering with joyful tears, 'Must be important to be Issy to tears' and mouth breaking to a grin, "-You'll find your mother and it's Saturday so I figure you could go, I know how much you wanted to meet them and-" Ending her rant with a hug, hoping the gentle flows are unseen.
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Slugging my backpack over my shoulder holding essentials for the weekend if they welcome me with wide, open arms or I have to find a place to stay, 'Just being prepared' playing with Nathan's blonde curls, as the sad, younger twin of Emily held me tightly last night, begging to come along... and I'm considering it as he stood there in a Pokémon shirt, knee length black jeans and sandals, don't forget his personal bag and brown puppy dog eyes, "Come on Nate" placing the now happy child hand in mine, ordering Joshua, the second oldest at twelve, to take good care of them and throwing Nate' s bag into mine before jogging towards the bus stop hearing goodbyes in the distance.
"I'm sure they'll love us" Three long hours later, comprise of endless stops causing the reaction of numerous groans from adults who apparently have places to be this Saturday. Arriving early afternoon and receiving directions from a not so friendly person, I had to reassure Nate of the people living in the busy city.
Laughter and music blasted from the compound, which is now a home more than a office, as a much larger building was constructed a few years ago that we watch in awe minutes before reaching here, "Looks like they're having a party-" bending down to his level, gently kissing Nate' s forehead to calm the worry shone in eyes similar to mine, "Stay close buddy and we'll be fine" a sibling, something I always wanted, bubbling with happiness was my only emotion when the twins came just days old at the agency, physically helping Issy with raising them we naturally became close but I drifted to Nathan more, as I myself is shy to all the attention.
"Excuse me?" Cutting the music and laughter, staring wearily under my hoody at the interesting people all around, like the green men, one with three eyes and another man floating next to him, but to my amazement was the five men with gravity defying hair, "I'm looking for Bulma Briefs-" a woman with blue hair cut just below her chin, flowing in soft waves and crystal blue eyes, step closer to the sound of her name, 'Mom'
"-And Goku Son" by the picnic table, sat two men with identical gravity defying hair, colour as well but one waved to me, still stuffing his face and grinning somewhere between, soon and I mean very soon, a woman with a tight bun scolded him like a child, 'That's dad... but who's she?', "It's great to finally meet you, I'm Pan, your daughter." pulling off my hoody, reveling my undecided hair that is naturally black with lavender and blue strips dance through,
Then, Dad began to choke...
~Question corner~
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