AN: Hey peepz! A REALLY short story here! I'll be uploading the last one or
two chapters later. I had this idea so I decided to write it for you guys!
I hope you all enjoy! I'll do my other stories later. If I get enough
reviews, I'll do a sequel, but I'm not sure. So...REVIEW!!!!!
Summary: Pan doesn't know anything about saiya-jins. But, when she ends up in the hospital, she finds her heritage... and her soul mate... R+R!!!
The plot and everything was helped made by my Ate Aisa. She helped work the kinks out. So, if you hate the story, you'll have to deal with her! She's scary, but what kind of Filipina isn't?
Pan: 15
Trunks: 19
(No other ages really matter.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Trunks and Pan would be a real couple if I did! If they weren't, what kind of T/P fan would I be?
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How We First Met
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Pan was walking to school, like every other day. There was nothing new or exciting for her. She was just like every other kind of girl. At least, that's what she thought...
Walking through the gates, Pan saw a few of her friends talking beneath a tree. They signaled for her to come over, and she smiled at them.
"Hey Pan!" her friend, Lita (mine), said, "We were talking about the our fave famous guys! We all have one."
"What about you, Pan? Got the hots for some really cutie male?" another girl, Mina (mine, too ^-^) this time, said with a big smile.
Pan just shook her head, and beamed at her friend.
"Nah. There are no famous guys who are worth looking at," she said with a confident nod. She knew there were only players, and the good ones were always taken. Not like she had a chance with any of them anyway...
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???!!!!" another friend of hers yelled, "What about Orlando Bloom, Ashton Kutcher (sorry if I spelled that wrong ^-^) and, of course, the all-famous Trunks Vegeta-Briefs!"
At the sound of his name, all of the girls swooned. Pan rolled her eyes, and shook her head at her friends. They were crazy! Trunks Briefs was the biggest player of them all. He had any and every girl at his side, even if they were already in a relationship. That never stopped him from flirting. No female on Chikyuu-sei could resist him ( well, every FULL human girl, that is ^-^). Pan knew there was something she never liked about him. He had the looks, that was for sure, but his attitude was totally messed! He acted like he owned the world, and everyone was under him. And because of that, Pan hated him more than any other actor, actress or singer. Even more than the slut, Britney Spears! (I hate her! Sorry if you like her, but she's such a hoe! Kami, I want to kill her! Oh, and sorry if I misspelled again. ^___-)
"Trunks Briefs is a good-for-nothing nineteen-year-old, who's just a piece of eye candy," Pan spat his name like it was poison. She really hated his very core, but only because he was a superficial bastard, who wouldn't know real work if it fell into his lap! He had everything a person wanted. Family, money, a great face and body and some kind of tiny brain within that large head, and underneath his perfect lavender hair!
The other girls sighed. When was Pan going to get into those of the opposite sex? There were so many fish out in the sea, and quite a few actually eye her. They were pretty jealous, if truth were told.
Pan, with her shining raven hair that made her look the part of a goddess among women. Her hair contrasted with her satiny porcelain skin. Her most amazing feature, though, were her depthless midnight eyes. They could warm your heart, or freeze your soul if she wished.
Her body was trim, and she never really needed to work out. She could eat so much, and not gain a pound. Only muscle and bone lay beneath her skin. She was smart, thanks to her father's genes, and athletic, like her mother. Or, that was what they thought. And then her personality was also quite attractive to those who look for more than beauty. She was witty and funny. Her smile could brighten even the gloomiest days. To most, she was the perfect girl. Except for two itty-bitty things...
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!!" Pan yelled, as she felt someone purposely try to fall into her lap. She shoved him aside, roughly. He flew quite a few yards.
First, her mouth could scare off a general in the navy. And secondly, her amazing strength was a bit of a turn-off. She could beat up anyone five times her size. She was amazingly powerful, and guys didn't like girls who could defend themselves. Men liked to feel like they were stronger because they have nothing else really. Men became whipped quite easily.
Pan's friends sighed, and got up as the bell rung in the distance. Pan stood up, and was about to follow when...
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Pan yelled, and she clutched her stomach in agony. Gasping, she felt like her body was on fire. She was cut and bruised all over, as her blood spilled across the cement and she fell to her knees. Her friends were at her side, screaming at her, asking questions, but all she could do was screech in pain. She felt blood on her arm, and released her stomach. She saw lots of blood along her forearms and on her shirt. Her abdomen was bleeding! Her body was forced on to the ground, and she hugged her knees to her chest. Her head lay against the cool cement, and her blood oozed from her body, slowly and painfully.
She was surrounded by groups of people, before her vision went black...
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"Oww..." Pan moaned, and a shot of pain went through her head. When she felt for it, she found a bandage securely wrapped around her skull.
Sitting up slowly, Pan opened her eyes, and gazed upon her surroundings.
She found herself in a hospital bed, the covers snow white. There were tubes and all of this other stuff around her; even a few tubes, to inject something into her, were connected to her body. She found her body bound in bandages. She wore her school uniform. It was one of those ugly blazer uniforms, a grey skirt and grey blazer with a white shirt inside. A red tie hung around her neck, but it was now covered in dried blood. Her knee-high socks were also covered a little bit in parched blood. Her shoes were on the floor, from what she could tell.
There was a window to her left and she couldn't see the door because of a curtain.
As Pan layback, her body was soon shocked with another round of pain and she cried out. She was about to scream when...
"Would you be quiet over there?! Some people *are* trying to sleep, y'know!" came deep voice.
Gasping slightly, Pan had found their was actually someone ~behind~ the blue drapes!
She was about to apologize, when a round of pain shot through her once again. She screamed out in rage, and the person behind the curtain glared at the girl following the cover.
"Would you just keep it down for a while?" the man's voice, well she figured it was a male's because of his low tone, was irritated.
Pan soon found herself glaring at the person who was trying to sleep on the other side of the curtain. Who did this guy think he was? Couldn't he at least say please? He really needed to learn some manners! If she were any other person, she would have been quiet. But Pan wasn't every other person. She knew she was probably going to get yelled at, but she needed to show this dude he was messing with!
"Who do you think you are?!" Pan exclaimed, and she knew she had heard the man growl. He was really starting to get pissed off! He needed his sleep!
Growling, an idea came into his mind.
"Well, if you really want to know," the man said smoothly, almost maliciously, and Pan heard him leave his bed and walk over to the curtain.
'Oh shit,' Pan thought frantically, and wondered how she was gonna get out of this one! What if this guy was some kind of masked murderer or rapist or something!?!?!?!??!
Taking a deep breath, Pan readied herself for the worst. She put her hands up, like her father taught her to when he trained her daily. C'mon, a girl's gotta stay in shape! Even she can't pretend she doesn't work out.
As she moved to get ready just incase it was some freak guy who was trying to hurt her. When she saw the curtain move, her eyes became saucers and her mouth hung open in shock!!!
"TRUNKS? TRUNKS BRIEFS!!!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs (were you expecting that! ^___^). She was freaked out, and was looking at him like it was some strange dream, but the two had completely different theories as to why she looked like that.
Pan was in shock from having a famous, and obnoxious, star as her roommate! A total and complete idiot, who's really hot, as a roomie would drive anyone crazy!!!
Trunks thought it was because she wanted him. Practically every other girl did. He wasn't surprised that this one wanted him too. He couldn't help it that he was born with good looks (awfully narcissistic, isn't he? ^_^).
"Hello miss," Trunks smiled sweetly, and Pan was able to snap out of her little "moment".
Then she did something Trunks had never seen from a woman before...
She glared...
She glared so hard she could compete with his father for the championship. Then there was the fact she was glaring at HIM! Him, the legendary Trunks Vegeta-Briefs, and she wasn't squealing in delight or fainting in awe. She was glaring at him like he did something wrong. What he had done was way beyond him.
"Why are you scowling at me?" Trunks asked, returning her evil stare. His deep blue eyes had grown dark, his annoyance evident.
"I just don't like guys like you," Pan said, flipping her hair, and turning her head away. She hated men who thought they ruled the world. Sure he could probably buy North America, but that didn't impress her.
"Whaddya mean, 'guys like me'?" Trunks steamed. Who did this little punk think she was? Here she got the chance to talk to a superstar like him, and she snubs him. What a brat!
"I despise guys who think they rule the world just because they're cute and have money!" she yelled, not really sure why. Just talking to him got her adrenaline running. She just needed to yell at him.
"WELL MISSY!!!!! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THING YOU ARE????!!!! I NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO LIKE ME!!!!!" Trunks yelled in return. And again, they had no idea why they were screaming, they just were.
"WELL THEN I WON'T!!!" Pan yelled in fury.
"FINE!!!" Trunks answered back loudly.
"FINE!!!"
GREAT!!!"
"PERFECT!!!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!!!"
"FINE!!! THEN I'LL KEEP THINKING *MY* WAY!!!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!??????????" another voice piped in.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT??????!!!!!!" Pan and Trunks yelled at the same time, and stared at the doorway, they were both heaving.
The two teenagers gasped when they saw who was at the door.
"Daddy?" Pan said with a curious look, as she stared at him from the bed. Gohan stood next to another person, and was looking at his daughter, and then back at Trunks. His head moved back and forth quickly, obviously confused.
"Mother?... Gohan-san?" Trunks questioned, his eyes wide in awe. What was his old friend doing here?
"Panny?... Trunks? What are you doing, screaming at each other? Bulma and I taught you both better than to yell in a hospital," Gohan said sternly.
Pan and Trunks bowed their heads in shame, but they glared at each other in anger. Then something clicked in their minds.
"How do you know him/her?" Pan and Trunks asked at the same time, and were pointing at each other.
Bulma smiled and said, "Pan-chan, you've grown so much! Last time I saw you, you were only an infant! Gohan, she's beautiful!"
Gohan smiled proudly, Pan blushed and Trunks gaped.
"THAT'S GOHAN'S DAUGHTER?????!!!!!" he yelled, causing everyone in the room to glare at him. He stared at Pan in admiration.
When he saw Gohan, Videl and their daughter again, he was expecting a nerd, no offense. He knew Gohan wore ugly glasses, and he was expecting a geeky girl as his offspring. But, somewhat to his pleasure, Gohan had a daughter who was nicely shaped girl and had a pretty face. If she weren't such a bitch, he'd probably ask her out.
"Dad, how do you know these people?" Pan asked, staring at Bulma and Trunks.
"Gohan! Didn't you tell her about us? I thought you were going to. And did you ever tell her about her saiya-jin blood?" Bulma asked, and Gohan glared at her. Realizing he hadn't, due to his frown, she clamped her hands over her mouth. Trunks rolled his eyes. His mother was so forgetful sometimes, while Pan looked even more confused.
"A saiya-What?" Pan asked as her brow furrowed in uncertainty, staring at her father. He sighed and sat down.
"Pan, this is gonna take a while, so I suggest you listen," her father said, running a hand through his hair and he took off his glasses. He took a seat near her bed and Bulma took one near the door. Trunks got back into his bed when he realized that his back was starting to hurt all over again.
So, for the next five hours, she was taught about saiya-jins. How she was ΒΌ of a dying alien race and all the adventures of him, his father, their entire family, the Chestnuts' and the Briefs'. Pan sat in bed, absorbing her father's stories. She couldn't believe that her father, the nerdy scholar, happened to be one of the strongest in the universe. She could barely believe he was one of the strongest on earth, but in the universe? That was a pretty farfetched tale to her. But, when he went Super Saiya- jin, even her weak sensing powers kicked in and she could feel his ki was so much higher than she thought anyone could go. So when he told her about SSJ2, SSJ3 and SSJ4 she was in awe.
"So, you kept this from me... why?" she asked, angry at her father's decision. It was her birthright to know about her heritage. How could he keep such an important secret from her? If they told her, it would have explained why she was so temperamental all the time.
"Your mother and I thought we were doing this for the best. We wanted you to have a normal life, the lives we wanted," he replied.
"But that might not be the life I want. You never even knew if this would affect me or not, so you might as well have told me. I needed a reason for why I look like I'm twelve, when I'm fifteen!" she argued, not noticing her power level was going up as she spoke.
"We're sorry Panny, but we needed to make sure you had a normal life," he tried to reason, but Pan glared.
"Oh yeah. You get to save the world, and I get extra-curricular activities. What fun!" she said sarcastically and she threw her hands in the air, and she glared even more at her father.
"It wasn't as easy as it sounds! I wanted you not to suffer what I did! I lost my father, like, twenty times! I didn't want you to have to go through that too!" he yelled, and his aura exploded around him.
Pan wasn't even fazed, she just kept yelling, her ki going up just as quickly and was soon glowing white around her.
Bulma and Trunks watched Pan in awe as the father and daughter duo yelled their hearts out, and their battle auras were flared around them. Trunks could sense, at this rate, Pan would transform Super Saiya-jin.
Knowing she couldn't take much more of their arguing, Bulma huffed and stood up. She came between the two demis and yelled...
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP????!!!! YOU'RE BEHAVING LIKE CHILDREN!!!!" she screeched, causing all three demi-saiya-jins to cover their ears. Bulma could easily make them all of deaf, and were surprised that Vegeta hadn't already.
Huffing, she quickly put a smile back on.
"Well, Pan, why are you here in the hospital?" Bulma asked sweetly, and the three demis fell over. How weird was this woman?
"I don't really know. Maybe you should ask my dad, or he might be lying about that too," she said bitterly, turning her head to the large window to her left. Gohan glared at his daughter, but replied, "Pan passed out at school because she was bleeding excessively. She somehow developed all those wounds this morning."
Bulma and Trunks stared at Pan. How did this girl get so many cuts and scratches? That couldn't be normal.
"What about Trunks?" Pan asked, looking at the lavender-haired man, "How did he get here?"
"He was training with his father and got beat up enough that he was knocked unconscious," Bulma began, "Since it wasn't too bad we just decided to bring him to the hospital. That was... this morning..."
Almost immediately, Gohan caught on.
'It couldn't be?' Gohan thought, as he stared between his daughter and Trunks, 'They can't be...'
"Gohan?" Bulma said, her eyes telling him everything. She suspected the same. Trunks and Pan were left clueless. What was wrong with their parents?
"Dad? Bulma?" Pan said softly, afraid to ask a little, "What's wrong?"
"Pan? Trunks? You remember when we talked about 'mating'?" Gohan said, turning to face them. Pan and Trunks nodded. What was his mentor/her father talking about? Was there something wrong?
"Well, kids," Bulma said, smiling a little, "Remember about what we said when you bond, you bond mentally and... physically?"
Both of them nodded again, and were starting to get pissed.
"Mom? What is it? Just spit it out," Trunks said with a semi-glare to his mother. He couldn't glare at his mother, but he wanted to know. What did him and Pan have to do with bonding?
Glancing at Gohan, Bulma and him said in unison...
"We think... We think you two are bonding..."
Pan and Trunks went from a little irritated to horrified! Their kis shot up and their eyes went wide. Trunks was trying to maintain his ki, but was failing miserably, while Pan was just flat out angry and lacked the proper training to control herself. Together, both of their energies were becoming too much for the room, and everything was cracking under the two pressures.
Gohan was able to calm his daughter down and she began having pain again. It was different than the pain she had experienced this morning, but she still had to fight to stay awake. She didn't have control of her body, and she was breathing heavily.
Trunks, on the other hand, was quickly threatened that he would not be able to go out for the next month if he didn't calm down. Trunks quickly powered down and smiled sheepishly at his mother.
Both him and his mother stared at Pan as she struggled to remain conscious. Her father was trying to keep her from falling asleep, but it was getting hard.
Bulma walked up to her bed and began to help Gohan, but Pan was too deep into her unconscious. So, in the end, the darkness overtook her once more...
As Trunks watched, he felt worry deep in his stomach. He didn't know why, but he was scared. What if she didn't wake up again? What if he never saw her eyes open?
'What ifs' came popping his head, and he held back the urge to shake her awake. He didn't know why he was so worried. She was just some other chick, right?
He saw Gohan and his mother call for assistance. Pan looked like she was about to die. She had paled considerably and it looked like her breathing had become ragged. She was panting, and looked weak. That was a surprise because Pan being weak was definitely something he wasn't expecting.
He felt his heart go out to her. He needed to see her eyes light up, her face glow, to hear her voice argue with his own. Despite the fact that he had just met her, he felt linked to her. He felt something tug at him, and his eyes began to drift close. He could barely hear his mother and Gohan- san's calls. The darkness relaxed him, and part of his mind told him he would see Pan, which was a good hook to drag him in, if he allowed himself to be drawn into the abyss. So he let himself be pulled into the shadows.
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Pan's eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised to feel no pain. She found herself "floating" in green water. She was wearing a breathing mask, and she could see the outside of the tank through a window. She still wore her uniform, and she felt like she was cramped a bit.
She felt a door at her side, and pushed it open. Looking around, she saw she wasn't in the hospital anymore, or at her house.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Pan said softly.
"Of course not. You live in Japan," a voice came.
Pan quickly turned around to find a smirking Trunks, holding a robe in his hand. As she glared at him, he took the time to appreciate her wet clothes on her nicely toned body. Her bust was full and her hips were curved perfectly. He could tell her legs were all muscle and the way she glared at him was quite arousing.
He shook himself mentally. He had better stop this before he got even more turned on. That would not help the current situation. This girl was messing with his head, and he needed to set himself straight. He would ignore her for as long as he could. She cannot control him. He wouldn't let her. So, for as long as he could, he would take no notice of this sexy vixen. He would not let her do that to him.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind he heard a voice telling him he was wrong. That this girl could make him feel things he only wished for. That he could actually love her, and she would return his feelings. That he could be happy with her. But Trunks bit back the thought. He would not let her see the real him. He would only show that side to his mate, if he ever found her...
Pan quickly grabbed the robe, snapping Trunks out of his reverie. If he wasn't going to hand it to her, then she was taking it. He was just standing there like an idiot, and she was freezing.
"Trunks? Where are we?" Pan asked, and tied the robe around her waist.
"My home, Capsule Corporation," was his reply, "You'll be staying here for the next few weeks. Our parents want us to see if we really are mates."
When he said those words, he looked like he was spitting them out like toxin. Pan agreed with his silent meaning. It was a 'That is a load of bullshit! We're not bonding!' kind of meaning.
"Well, I guess we're just going to be annoying the hell out of each other for the next few weeks, huh Trunks?" Pan said with a smile, and Trunks nodded his agreement. He then proposed to show her the house, and she nodded. This was gonna be a LONG few weeks.
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The days went by as usual. Pan didn't need to go to school. Her parents made up an excuse for her so they wouldn't have to bring her there everyday. Pan had made a good friend in Bra and spent lots of time with her. Unfortunately, Bra was a shopper, not a fighter, so she couldn't learn from her. So she asked Bra's father, Vegeta.
When he had heard of her desire to become more saiya-jin he almost smiled. This pathetic hybrid wanted to become more saiya-jin? She knew nothing of what it was like to be warrior. But her persistence interested Vegeta. He needed a new student, and maybe a female saiya-jin will get the other demis back into training.
So he taught her to fly, to control ki, to sense other's kis, to fight and much more. She had even learned Vegeta's infamous Big Bang Attack. She was really coming along. She might even go Super at the rate she was going. So she trained in her spare time. When she wasn't hanging with Bra or annoying Trunks, she sparred with Vegeta-sama.
Then there was Trunks in general. She had actually become good friends with Trunks. He was actually pretty cool. Still very conceited, yes, but a good friend nonetheless. He talked to her openly and freely, and she did the same. Then the day came when he stole something very precious to her. The one thing she guarded like a rich treasure, and he had been able to take it like it was child's play. The one thing she was waiting to give to her one true mate...
Her heart...
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AN: So, how was it? Tell me if it sucked. It started as a one-shot, but I decided to shrink it. So, should I continue or remove it? It's gonna be a pretty short fic. Three chapters at the most. Well, bye!
Much love, Adobo-chan ^-^
Summary: Pan doesn't know anything about saiya-jins. But, when she ends up in the hospital, she finds her heritage... and her soul mate... R+R!!!
The plot and everything was helped made by my Ate Aisa. She helped work the kinks out. So, if you hate the story, you'll have to deal with her! She's scary, but what kind of Filipina isn't?
Pan: 15
Trunks: 19
(No other ages really matter.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Trunks and Pan would be a real couple if I did! If they weren't, what kind of T/P fan would I be?
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How We First Met
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Pan was walking to school, like every other day. There was nothing new or exciting for her. She was just like every other kind of girl. At least, that's what she thought...
Walking through the gates, Pan saw a few of her friends talking beneath a tree. They signaled for her to come over, and she smiled at them.
"Hey Pan!" her friend, Lita (mine), said, "We were talking about the our fave famous guys! We all have one."
"What about you, Pan? Got the hots for some really cutie male?" another girl, Mina (mine, too ^-^) this time, said with a big smile.
Pan just shook her head, and beamed at her friend.
"Nah. There are no famous guys who are worth looking at," she said with a confident nod. She knew there were only players, and the good ones were always taken. Not like she had a chance with any of them anyway...
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???!!!!" another friend of hers yelled, "What about Orlando Bloom, Ashton Kutcher (sorry if I spelled that wrong ^-^) and, of course, the all-famous Trunks Vegeta-Briefs!"
At the sound of his name, all of the girls swooned. Pan rolled her eyes, and shook her head at her friends. They were crazy! Trunks Briefs was the biggest player of them all. He had any and every girl at his side, even if they were already in a relationship. That never stopped him from flirting. No female on Chikyuu-sei could resist him ( well, every FULL human girl, that is ^-^). Pan knew there was something she never liked about him. He had the looks, that was for sure, but his attitude was totally messed! He acted like he owned the world, and everyone was under him. And because of that, Pan hated him more than any other actor, actress or singer. Even more than the slut, Britney Spears! (I hate her! Sorry if you like her, but she's such a hoe! Kami, I want to kill her! Oh, and sorry if I misspelled again. ^___-)
"Trunks Briefs is a good-for-nothing nineteen-year-old, who's just a piece of eye candy," Pan spat his name like it was poison. She really hated his very core, but only because he was a superficial bastard, who wouldn't know real work if it fell into his lap! He had everything a person wanted. Family, money, a great face and body and some kind of tiny brain within that large head, and underneath his perfect lavender hair!
The other girls sighed. When was Pan going to get into those of the opposite sex? There were so many fish out in the sea, and quite a few actually eye her. They were pretty jealous, if truth were told.
Pan, with her shining raven hair that made her look the part of a goddess among women. Her hair contrasted with her satiny porcelain skin. Her most amazing feature, though, were her depthless midnight eyes. They could warm your heart, or freeze your soul if she wished.
Her body was trim, and she never really needed to work out. She could eat so much, and not gain a pound. Only muscle and bone lay beneath her skin. She was smart, thanks to her father's genes, and athletic, like her mother. Or, that was what they thought. And then her personality was also quite attractive to those who look for more than beauty. She was witty and funny. Her smile could brighten even the gloomiest days. To most, she was the perfect girl. Except for two itty-bitty things...
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!!" Pan yelled, as she felt someone purposely try to fall into her lap. She shoved him aside, roughly. He flew quite a few yards.
First, her mouth could scare off a general in the navy. And secondly, her amazing strength was a bit of a turn-off. She could beat up anyone five times her size. She was amazingly powerful, and guys didn't like girls who could defend themselves. Men liked to feel like they were stronger because they have nothing else really. Men became whipped quite easily.
Pan's friends sighed, and got up as the bell rung in the distance. Pan stood up, and was about to follow when...
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Pan yelled, and she clutched her stomach in agony. Gasping, she felt like her body was on fire. She was cut and bruised all over, as her blood spilled across the cement and she fell to her knees. Her friends were at her side, screaming at her, asking questions, but all she could do was screech in pain. She felt blood on her arm, and released her stomach. She saw lots of blood along her forearms and on her shirt. Her abdomen was bleeding! Her body was forced on to the ground, and she hugged her knees to her chest. Her head lay against the cool cement, and her blood oozed from her body, slowly and painfully.
She was surrounded by groups of people, before her vision went black...
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"Oww..." Pan moaned, and a shot of pain went through her head. When she felt for it, she found a bandage securely wrapped around her skull.
Sitting up slowly, Pan opened her eyes, and gazed upon her surroundings.
She found herself in a hospital bed, the covers snow white. There were tubes and all of this other stuff around her; even a few tubes, to inject something into her, were connected to her body. She found her body bound in bandages. She wore her school uniform. It was one of those ugly blazer uniforms, a grey skirt and grey blazer with a white shirt inside. A red tie hung around her neck, but it was now covered in dried blood. Her knee-high socks were also covered a little bit in parched blood. Her shoes were on the floor, from what she could tell.
There was a window to her left and she couldn't see the door because of a curtain.
As Pan layback, her body was soon shocked with another round of pain and she cried out. She was about to scream when...
"Would you be quiet over there?! Some people *are* trying to sleep, y'know!" came deep voice.
Gasping slightly, Pan had found their was actually someone ~behind~ the blue drapes!
She was about to apologize, when a round of pain shot through her once again. She screamed out in rage, and the person behind the curtain glared at the girl following the cover.
"Would you just keep it down for a while?" the man's voice, well she figured it was a male's because of his low tone, was irritated.
Pan soon found herself glaring at the person who was trying to sleep on the other side of the curtain. Who did this guy think he was? Couldn't he at least say please? He really needed to learn some manners! If she were any other person, she would have been quiet. But Pan wasn't every other person. She knew she was probably going to get yelled at, but she needed to show this dude he was messing with!
"Who do you think you are?!" Pan exclaimed, and she knew she had heard the man growl. He was really starting to get pissed off! He needed his sleep!
Growling, an idea came into his mind.
"Well, if you really want to know," the man said smoothly, almost maliciously, and Pan heard him leave his bed and walk over to the curtain.
'Oh shit,' Pan thought frantically, and wondered how she was gonna get out of this one! What if this guy was some kind of masked murderer or rapist or something!?!?!?!??!
Taking a deep breath, Pan readied herself for the worst. She put her hands up, like her father taught her to when he trained her daily. C'mon, a girl's gotta stay in shape! Even she can't pretend she doesn't work out.
As she moved to get ready just incase it was some freak guy who was trying to hurt her. When she saw the curtain move, her eyes became saucers and her mouth hung open in shock!!!
"TRUNKS? TRUNKS BRIEFS!!!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs (were you expecting that! ^___^). She was freaked out, and was looking at him like it was some strange dream, but the two had completely different theories as to why she looked like that.
Pan was in shock from having a famous, and obnoxious, star as her roommate! A total and complete idiot, who's really hot, as a roomie would drive anyone crazy!!!
Trunks thought it was because she wanted him. Practically every other girl did. He wasn't surprised that this one wanted him too. He couldn't help it that he was born with good looks (awfully narcissistic, isn't he? ^_^).
"Hello miss," Trunks smiled sweetly, and Pan was able to snap out of her little "moment".
Then she did something Trunks had never seen from a woman before...
She glared...
She glared so hard she could compete with his father for the championship. Then there was the fact she was glaring at HIM! Him, the legendary Trunks Vegeta-Briefs, and she wasn't squealing in delight or fainting in awe. She was glaring at him like he did something wrong. What he had done was way beyond him.
"Why are you scowling at me?" Trunks asked, returning her evil stare. His deep blue eyes had grown dark, his annoyance evident.
"I just don't like guys like you," Pan said, flipping her hair, and turning her head away. She hated men who thought they ruled the world. Sure he could probably buy North America, but that didn't impress her.
"Whaddya mean, 'guys like me'?" Trunks steamed. Who did this little punk think she was? Here she got the chance to talk to a superstar like him, and she snubs him. What a brat!
"I despise guys who think they rule the world just because they're cute and have money!" she yelled, not really sure why. Just talking to him got her adrenaline running. She just needed to yell at him.
"WELL MISSY!!!!! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THING YOU ARE????!!!! I NEVER SAID YOU HAD TO LIKE ME!!!!!" Trunks yelled in return. And again, they had no idea why they were screaming, they just were.
"WELL THEN I WON'T!!!" Pan yelled in fury.
"FINE!!!" Trunks answered back loudly.
"FINE!!!"
GREAT!!!"
"PERFECT!!!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!!!"
"FINE!!! THEN I'LL KEEP THINKING *MY* WAY!!!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!??????????" another voice piped in.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT??????!!!!!!" Pan and Trunks yelled at the same time, and stared at the doorway, they were both heaving.
The two teenagers gasped when they saw who was at the door.
"Daddy?" Pan said with a curious look, as she stared at him from the bed. Gohan stood next to another person, and was looking at his daughter, and then back at Trunks. His head moved back and forth quickly, obviously confused.
"Mother?... Gohan-san?" Trunks questioned, his eyes wide in awe. What was his old friend doing here?
"Panny?... Trunks? What are you doing, screaming at each other? Bulma and I taught you both better than to yell in a hospital," Gohan said sternly.
Pan and Trunks bowed their heads in shame, but they glared at each other in anger. Then something clicked in their minds.
"How do you know him/her?" Pan and Trunks asked at the same time, and were pointing at each other.
Bulma smiled and said, "Pan-chan, you've grown so much! Last time I saw you, you were only an infant! Gohan, she's beautiful!"
Gohan smiled proudly, Pan blushed and Trunks gaped.
"THAT'S GOHAN'S DAUGHTER?????!!!!!" he yelled, causing everyone in the room to glare at him. He stared at Pan in admiration.
When he saw Gohan, Videl and their daughter again, he was expecting a nerd, no offense. He knew Gohan wore ugly glasses, and he was expecting a geeky girl as his offspring. But, somewhat to his pleasure, Gohan had a daughter who was nicely shaped girl and had a pretty face. If she weren't such a bitch, he'd probably ask her out.
"Dad, how do you know these people?" Pan asked, staring at Bulma and Trunks.
"Gohan! Didn't you tell her about us? I thought you were going to. And did you ever tell her about her saiya-jin blood?" Bulma asked, and Gohan glared at her. Realizing he hadn't, due to his frown, she clamped her hands over her mouth. Trunks rolled his eyes. His mother was so forgetful sometimes, while Pan looked even more confused.
"A saiya-What?" Pan asked as her brow furrowed in uncertainty, staring at her father. He sighed and sat down.
"Pan, this is gonna take a while, so I suggest you listen," her father said, running a hand through his hair and he took off his glasses. He took a seat near her bed and Bulma took one near the door. Trunks got back into his bed when he realized that his back was starting to hurt all over again.
So, for the next five hours, she was taught about saiya-jins. How she was ΒΌ of a dying alien race and all the adventures of him, his father, their entire family, the Chestnuts' and the Briefs'. Pan sat in bed, absorbing her father's stories. She couldn't believe that her father, the nerdy scholar, happened to be one of the strongest in the universe. She could barely believe he was one of the strongest on earth, but in the universe? That was a pretty farfetched tale to her. But, when he went Super Saiya- jin, even her weak sensing powers kicked in and she could feel his ki was so much higher than she thought anyone could go. So when he told her about SSJ2, SSJ3 and SSJ4 she was in awe.
"So, you kept this from me... why?" she asked, angry at her father's decision. It was her birthright to know about her heritage. How could he keep such an important secret from her? If they told her, it would have explained why she was so temperamental all the time.
"Your mother and I thought we were doing this for the best. We wanted you to have a normal life, the lives we wanted," he replied.
"But that might not be the life I want. You never even knew if this would affect me or not, so you might as well have told me. I needed a reason for why I look like I'm twelve, when I'm fifteen!" she argued, not noticing her power level was going up as she spoke.
"We're sorry Panny, but we needed to make sure you had a normal life," he tried to reason, but Pan glared.
"Oh yeah. You get to save the world, and I get extra-curricular activities. What fun!" she said sarcastically and she threw her hands in the air, and she glared even more at her father.
"It wasn't as easy as it sounds! I wanted you not to suffer what I did! I lost my father, like, twenty times! I didn't want you to have to go through that too!" he yelled, and his aura exploded around him.
Pan wasn't even fazed, she just kept yelling, her ki going up just as quickly and was soon glowing white around her.
Bulma and Trunks watched Pan in awe as the father and daughter duo yelled their hearts out, and their battle auras were flared around them. Trunks could sense, at this rate, Pan would transform Super Saiya-jin.
Knowing she couldn't take much more of their arguing, Bulma huffed and stood up. She came between the two demis and yelled...
"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP????!!!! YOU'RE BEHAVING LIKE CHILDREN!!!!" she screeched, causing all three demi-saiya-jins to cover their ears. Bulma could easily make them all of deaf, and were surprised that Vegeta hadn't already.
Huffing, she quickly put a smile back on.
"Well, Pan, why are you here in the hospital?" Bulma asked sweetly, and the three demis fell over. How weird was this woman?
"I don't really know. Maybe you should ask my dad, or he might be lying about that too," she said bitterly, turning her head to the large window to her left. Gohan glared at his daughter, but replied, "Pan passed out at school because she was bleeding excessively. She somehow developed all those wounds this morning."
Bulma and Trunks stared at Pan. How did this girl get so many cuts and scratches? That couldn't be normal.
"What about Trunks?" Pan asked, looking at the lavender-haired man, "How did he get here?"
"He was training with his father and got beat up enough that he was knocked unconscious," Bulma began, "Since it wasn't too bad we just decided to bring him to the hospital. That was... this morning..."
Almost immediately, Gohan caught on.
'It couldn't be?' Gohan thought, as he stared between his daughter and Trunks, 'They can't be...'
"Gohan?" Bulma said, her eyes telling him everything. She suspected the same. Trunks and Pan were left clueless. What was wrong with their parents?
"Dad? Bulma?" Pan said softly, afraid to ask a little, "What's wrong?"
"Pan? Trunks? You remember when we talked about 'mating'?" Gohan said, turning to face them. Pan and Trunks nodded. What was his mentor/her father talking about? Was there something wrong?
"Well, kids," Bulma said, smiling a little, "Remember about what we said when you bond, you bond mentally and... physically?"
Both of them nodded again, and were starting to get pissed.
"Mom? What is it? Just spit it out," Trunks said with a semi-glare to his mother. He couldn't glare at his mother, but he wanted to know. What did him and Pan have to do with bonding?
Glancing at Gohan, Bulma and him said in unison...
"We think... We think you two are bonding..."
Pan and Trunks went from a little irritated to horrified! Their kis shot up and their eyes went wide. Trunks was trying to maintain his ki, but was failing miserably, while Pan was just flat out angry and lacked the proper training to control herself. Together, both of their energies were becoming too much for the room, and everything was cracking under the two pressures.
Gohan was able to calm his daughter down and she began having pain again. It was different than the pain she had experienced this morning, but she still had to fight to stay awake. She didn't have control of her body, and she was breathing heavily.
Trunks, on the other hand, was quickly threatened that he would not be able to go out for the next month if he didn't calm down. Trunks quickly powered down and smiled sheepishly at his mother.
Both him and his mother stared at Pan as she struggled to remain conscious. Her father was trying to keep her from falling asleep, but it was getting hard.
Bulma walked up to her bed and began to help Gohan, but Pan was too deep into her unconscious. So, in the end, the darkness overtook her once more...
As Trunks watched, he felt worry deep in his stomach. He didn't know why, but he was scared. What if she didn't wake up again? What if he never saw her eyes open?
'What ifs' came popping his head, and he held back the urge to shake her awake. He didn't know why he was so worried. She was just some other chick, right?
He saw Gohan and his mother call for assistance. Pan looked like she was about to die. She had paled considerably and it looked like her breathing had become ragged. She was panting, and looked weak. That was a surprise because Pan being weak was definitely something he wasn't expecting.
He felt his heart go out to her. He needed to see her eyes light up, her face glow, to hear her voice argue with his own. Despite the fact that he had just met her, he felt linked to her. He felt something tug at him, and his eyes began to drift close. He could barely hear his mother and Gohan- san's calls. The darkness relaxed him, and part of his mind told him he would see Pan, which was a good hook to drag him in, if he allowed himself to be drawn into the abyss. So he let himself be pulled into the shadows.
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Pan's eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised to feel no pain. She found herself "floating" in green water. She was wearing a breathing mask, and she could see the outside of the tank through a window. She still wore her uniform, and she felt like she was cramped a bit.
She felt a door at her side, and pushed it open. Looking around, she saw she wasn't in the hospital anymore, or at her house.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," Pan said softly.
"Of course not. You live in Japan," a voice came.
Pan quickly turned around to find a smirking Trunks, holding a robe in his hand. As she glared at him, he took the time to appreciate her wet clothes on her nicely toned body. Her bust was full and her hips were curved perfectly. He could tell her legs were all muscle and the way she glared at him was quite arousing.
He shook himself mentally. He had better stop this before he got even more turned on. That would not help the current situation. This girl was messing with his head, and he needed to set himself straight. He would ignore her for as long as he could. She cannot control him. He wouldn't let her. So, for as long as he could, he would take no notice of this sexy vixen. He would not let her do that to him.
But somewhere, in the back of his mind he heard a voice telling him he was wrong. That this girl could make him feel things he only wished for. That he could actually love her, and she would return his feelings. That he could be happy with her. But Trunks bit back the thought. He would not let her see the real him. He would only show that side to his mate, if he ever found her...
Pan quickly grabbed the robe, snapping Trunks out of his reverie. If he wasn't going to hand it to her, then she was taking it. He was just standing there like an idiot, and she was freezing.
"Trunks? Where are we?" Pan asked, and tied the robe around her waist.
"My home, Capsule Corporation," was his reply, "You'll be staying here for the next few weeks. Our parents want us to see if we really are mates."
When he said those words, he looked like he was spitting them out like toxin. Pan agreed with his silent meaning. It was a 'That is a load of bullshit! We're not bonding!' kind of meaning.
"Well, I guess we're just going to be annoying the hell out of each other for the next few weeks, huh Trunks?" Pan said with a smile, and Trunks nodded his agreement. He then proposed to show her the house, and she nodded. This was gonna be a LONG few weeks.
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The days went by as usual. Pan didn't need to go to school. Her parents made up an excuse for her so they wouldn't have to bring her there everyday. Pan had made a good friend in Bra and spent lots of time with her. Unfortunately, Bra was a shopper, not a fighter, so she couldn't learn from her. So she asked Bra's father, Vegeta.
When he had heard of her desire to become more saiya-jin he almost smiled. This pathetic hybrid wanted to become more saiya-jin? She knew nothing of what it was like to be warrior. But her persistence interested Vegeta. He needed a new student, and maybe a female saiya-jin will get the other demis back into training.
So he taught her to fly, to control ki, to sense other's kis, to fight and much more. She had even learned Vegeta's infamous Big Bang Attack. She was really coming along. She might even go Super at the rate she was going. So she trained in her spare time. When she wasn't hanging with Bra or annoying Trunks, she sparred with Vegeta-sama.
Then there was Trunks in general. She had actually become good friends with Trunks. He was actually pretty cool. Still very conceited, yes, but a good friend nonetheless. He talked to her openly and freely, and she did the same. Then the day came when he stole something very precious to her. The one thing she guarded like a rich treasure, and he had been able to take it like it was child's play. The one thing she was waiting to give to her one true mate...
Her heart...
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AN: So, how was it? Tell me if it sucked. It started as a one-shot, but I decided to shrink it. So, should I continue or remove it? It's gonna be a pretty short fic. Three chapters at the most. Well, bye!
Much love, Adobo-chan ^-^