Author's Note: I have started up 'You Got to be Kidding me...' again. Yay! (Blows horn and parade starts) I'll try my best to remember how the plot goes. It was a bit twisted up, it's hard to remember. It's again in Pan's point of view and an A/U. Ya got to love them. Bra is not related to Trunks, Goten is not related to Pan. I'll maybe one day create a none A/U but for now, this is what you get. Reason why is I love the coupling of Pan and Trunks. I love them as their own characters. Credit to Gwi yuh nee. Well, here you go.

chApter 1: Oh my...

I glance at the dozing man beside me. I stare at him for the longest until he stirs and open his eyes. I'm welcomed by soft azure eyes, asmile, and he pulls me into a morning kiss. Unfortunately, the nice feeling of his lips against mine didn't last. He shuffled my hair and I swat his hand playfully away with a giggle as he got up to use the bathroom - I couldn't help but feel so lucky I actually found "the one." To tell you the truth, our meeting was quite...how you would say...weird and unexpected. His eyes weren't so warm before. In fact, if looks could kill, I would definitely be smiling in heaven rather in this nice big fluffy bed with him. You see, this guy was just too...hm. How about I tell you the story myself?

3 years ago

"Yes...yes...c'mon...faster!"

Tap tap tap.

"YES!"

I threw my hands up in triumph. I have reached the 34th level of Tetris. I am so good. Doing a little victory jiggy dance, I cancelled the game box on my computer screen and leaned back, scratching my stomach with a smirk. As the excitement was fading, I sat in silence and slowly realized...I had nothing else to do. It's near the end summer vacation and I should be having my last fun outside right now. Should. Frowning, I stretched my limbs. What shall I do...

I looked at the blank screen of my computer when my eyes drew to the internet icon. With a shrug, I clicked the icon when something hit me. Where should I go...I have already been to my email constantly and no one's really 'on' my MSN. I sighed and growled. This is getting me no where...am I going to have to go to school unsatisfied of my vacation?

I tilted my head in thought. School. I could probably go on my school site. I never been on it, who would even want to. It's worth a try...desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose.

I typed in my school's website address and waited for the site to come on. When it did, there was nothing there. Pretty much, just a forum spot, comment spot, updated messages and some other things. Wow...how bland. I clicked on the school forum. I go to an all girls school, so there must be a lot of conversations and gossip going on. Sadly, I was greeted with an empty forum as well. Hmmm...I guess people don't come on here. Well, duh Pan, people usually spend their time out rather browsing in a school site.

I went back and looked at the comment button. When I clicked on it, I was a little too happy to find out that there was at least one comment. I clicked on it, curious to see what the person has said. Probably how smart we are or something...

You girls are the ugliest I have ever seen. Plus, you dress like crap.

Trunks Briefs

My eyes narrowed and one began to twitch slightly with rising anger. Oh ho...so that's how it's going to be you jerk...we'll see. I quickly clicked the 'reply button' and began typing away in revenge.

Shut your trap! Fucking lay off! You wanna to die?

I paused and shook my head. Truthfully, I was a bit nervous of this and deleted it. It's gay anyway.

Have you seen us! Huh!

I paused again and scratched my head. That was stupid and pathetic...he probably has.

Your probably some dipshit that has no idea what the fuck he's doing and has no life to reply to my school. So do us all a favor - get one.

I paused for the last time and reread it. Hmmm...it sounded too harsh, but tough enough for me. Yawning, I began to shut off the computer, and had a feeling of immaturity. Oh well, what's done is done. I looked over at my bed that seemed to look awfully comfortable and inviting. I kicked off from the edge of my desk and my chair rolled over to the object of dreamland. I plopped gently down, feeling the soft thick blue cloth of my blanket against my body and snuggled my cheek in, taking a little nap. My eyelids drooped heavily until everything was blurry as I began to dream...

REE UR REE UR REE UR

I snapped my eyes open at the sudden loud sirens of an ambulance go by my window. How long have I slept? Looking outside, I could tell it must be around five or six in the afternoon. I rubbed my eyes and I looked over at the computer. I wonder...I got out of bed and turned on the computer. Quickly looking through the comment area - nothing was there. Sighing and shaking my head for being so immature, I decided to waste some time by drawing. Sigh...brother's in college...Mom's at work...Dad's at a meeting...

I love you! Ooooh I love you my sweetheart! You bring joy, to my heeeeaaarrrt!

I glanced at my cell phone next to me as it blared a cute corny song. I have to change that ringtone. Who would call me...Bra's in America and she's the one that usually calls. Besides, she won't be back until tomorrow. I looked at the number and I couldn't recognize it. Probably a wrong number.

"Hello?"

"You want to die!" Kyaaaaaa! Such a loud voice, freaking scared me. Wait a minute...it's a guy's voice. What the hell did I do?

"What...um, who the hell are you?"

"Me? Ha...I'm Trunks Briefs." Trunks...Briefs...oh. My reply...he sounds really pissed off. Oh my God, what do I do? Chill, just act tough Pan.

"So?..."

"So, I'm going to beat the shit out of you, that's what!" I glanced at my phone in shock. What the hell, he has no manners. What is his problem! Anger management anyone?

"Um...How'd you get my number?"

"It said in your profile. Don't you know why I called?" I closed my eyes and sat back down at the edge of my bed. Ugh...I have a headache...

"Yeah and frankly, I don't care. I'm tired so...I'll be hanging up now. Have a nice day, dumbass."

I snapped my cell shut with a fustrated sigh. What a waste of time. But, I couldn't shake off the feeling of his threatening words. What if he does beat me up? Ah...probably not...he doesn't know that much about me, in fact, he doesn't even know how I look like. I was feeling reassured when suddenly, my cell began to ring again, and I quickly took out the battery when I saw that it was his number. Should I tell my brother? Nah, he wouldn't care much. Pan, all you should do is forget about this and move on. Yup. That's what I'll do. I'm kind of hungry...

The next day, Bra came to my house after she came back from her trip to America. After listening to her wild American stories about American boys, cities, shopping and more boys, I told her all about the guy, Trunks, and by the looks of her reaction, it wasn't quite good.

"Trunks Briefs? Yeah I heard of him."

"Really? Where?" She shrugged and drank her ice tea. I slouched back in my seat. Well, she's no help...

"Anyway Pan, I think you should just act it never happened. Why the hell did you even reply back?"

I sighed and gulped down my drink. "I don't know...out of boredom?" She sighed, crossing her legs the other way around, and flicked her light aqua hair over her shoulder. "Just don't answer his calls. But, I do hear he never lets go of grudges. Quite the major hottie may I add. One of the top four hotties in San High school I believe." I rolled my eyes. Not the damn guys from San High School again. "Although, Ryoku High has some pretty hot ones as well..." My eyes narrowed. "Please get serious, Bra! My life might be endangered as we know it." Bra stopped her babbling of hot guys and coughed. "Besides, I doubt he hits girls..." Bra looked the other way, sipping her ice tea when she said the last part. I looked at her and closed my eyes in hope.

"Don't jinx it."

It's been two weeks and three days later. School was starting again tomorrow and of course, that means a girl should get ready for school. First off...having a new hairdo. I went to a hair salon where I know this older girl works at and can give me a discount. I stopped in front of "Scissor Hands" and walked in. The door gave out a slight jingle, indicating a customer's entrance, and spotted my friend. Her hair has changed recently. Before it was jet black with sophisticated spikes protruding in every direction. I was scared to get my eye poked out by one of them. Now...it's a deep lavender with big curls overcrowding her head and pearls randomly strewn in it, cascading down. It was quite...pretty.

"Pan! Great to see you again. How was your summer?" I smiled and rested my elbows on the counter. "It was okay. Pretty boring." She nodded and placed a stack of dollar bills on one side. Oh yes...she loves money. She counts it everyday. I remember when only one dollar was missing and she went haywire, turning me upside down to see if I took it, digging into the trash bin, when all that time it was stuck in her hair.

"So...what can I do for you today?" I sighed and shuffled around some magazines in thought. I then looked up with a smile. "The usual. I'm ready to be tortured for 6 hours." She smiled and tapped the desk with delight. "A magic straight perm then!"

(Author's Note: For the people asking me about this, Japanese Magic Straight Perm, also known as Thermal Reconditioning is a hair straightening perm. It is really highly effective and lasts about a year at the most. The process of doing it is about 5-7 hours, depending on your hair. It costs around 100-1000 dollars, depending your hair length, thickness and type. Although, it is damaging, but it's all worth it. You have super straight vertical hair that is full of volume, silky, and shiny, 24/7. It's mostly popular in Korea and slowly becoming known in America. But, you must find an experienced salonist who knows the process well or they can forever ruin your hair. So interview the salonist first. You can do it in mostly Korean salons.)

She lead me to a black plush chair happily and placed a black cape over me. I smirk at her over eccentricity. Of course she's happy, she's going to get a good bundle, with discount or not. After wetting my hair and the whole fiasco, she was now spreading the heavy white chemical product on my hair, which was on a wide and long plastic strip. She then placed this plastic moat like thing around my neck in case the chemicals dripped. I just sat and was trying to not squirm for I have been sitting four hours striaight now. My butt was tingling from numbness and couldn't wait to stretch out my sore limbs. (The process is to put the mixture, chemical paste that contains thioglycate, onto the hair with these big wide plastic strips that makes you look like Medusa. So think of Pan with hair like that right now)

While I was sulking in the chair waiting for the chemical to set in, my head began to nod and I dozed away. Suddenly, I snapped back awake when I heard the door chime of bells and three loud voices. Through the large mirror in front of me, I saw three boys walk in, all about my age and may I mention...very handsome. One had black spiky hair with a goofy smile. The second had blonde hair, but the third one got my attention a second more. He was better looking than the the other two and had strange lavender hair that seems to need a cut. A bit lighter then my friend's. I wonder if he dyed it. His muscles tightened with every movement and had healthy bronze skin over them. Oh, he works out. His piercing azure eyes glanced at me, then looked away to my disappointment. I thought we had a little moment there. I chuckled at the thought. But...what such cold hard eyes. I feel like they are piercing through me.

I shuddered a bit and focused on the other two. Hey...I recognize that spiky haired dude. He goes to San High School. Oh, these guys must be part of the Four Kings of San High School that Bra always babbles about. Well, their reputation of being good looking is very much true I see. That black haired guy...was his name Goten? Yeah...he had a crush on Bra long ago.

The girl I know went up and bowed to welcome them even happier for getting more customers. "Is it all of you?" The one with lavender hair raised his hand to indicate him. "Just a hair cut." I cringed when he was brought over next to me. How embarrassing...I must look like an idiot with these stupid plastic things protruding out like...

Suddenly, I felt a strong gaze boring into me. I glanced at him at the corner of my eye to confirm if he was looking at me and indeed, he was. I mentally snarled. I know I look stupid, so stop staring...I got a better look at him and I realized what I thought his looks were before are nothing compared up close. He's even prettier than me. Argh...I hate people prettier than me. I don't like this guy already. Whatever.

Another thirty minutes passed and I was nodding off again. The guy next to me was still there with a scowl and a cap over his head like the ones you wear when taking a shower. My friend persuaded him into a conditioning cream for his hair because "he has such a nice bone structure, he should soften and silk his hair up a bit." Although he was tough and yelled "No thank you!" multiple times, my friend can be quite stubborn and just as tough. Money can drive people insane.

As I was mumbling and smacking my lips in a deep nap, I didn't see the guy 'sigh' and reach in his pocket for his cell. His other two friends were dozing off like me. Moments before, they were snickering when their purple haired friend was fighting with my friend as she smeared the cream and snapped the cap on his head.

He punched in some numbers in his cell and held it up against his ear with the same scowl. A minute later, my cell began to jingle that stupid tune. He didn't seem to notice. I snapped awake again, groaning in annoyance. I picked around my pocket for my cell and brought it up to my ear without looking at the number.

"What."

"Where are you." I opened my eyes further as I realized it was the Trunks guy again. I could feel irritation rising in me. When will he stop bothering me? This guy has to realize he'll never get me.

"Why would you want to know? Do you love me? Stop stalking me dammit."

"What! That's it, I'm going to kill you."

" 'I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you.' IF YOU WANT TO KILL ME SO BADLY, WHY DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING TALKING AND DO IT ALREADY, HUH! I'M RIGHT HERE!"

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The guys sleeping on the sofa woke up with a start from my screaming voice. The lavender haired dude, turned his head towards me, his eyes infuriated more then ever. My eyes widened and turned to my left to look right at him, who had a cell right next to his ear as well. Oh. My. God. It's him. He's Trunks Briefs. All this time...he was right next to me... Suddenly, a flashaback came to my head about the time Bra told me about Trunks. "He's one of the top four hotties in San High school I believe."

You see the door of "Scissor Hands" from a distance. Suddenly, the door slams open and out comes a funny girl with weird plastic strips in her hair, a cape, and a plastic moat around her neck. She seems frightened, possibly even petrified. Following her right after you see a guy with what seems to be a shower cap on his head and also a cape. He dashes after, his arms reaching to grab the girl. He stumbles on his untied black converse shoes, but gets right back on his feet.

Desperately trying to get away, she runs for her life and eventually throws the plastic moat around her neck, over and behind her. The moat lands on the guys face and knocks into a clown handing out balloons for the children. He gets back up again, angrier then ever, his nostrils flaring, but soon was blinded from the cape the running girl took off and threw back behind her. He trips over a cart where a vender was selling fruit and finally lies down on the ground, struggling to get the cape entwined around him off. Colorful balloons, oranges, peaches, apples, grapes, and birds fly in the air at a distance.

The girl's name is Pan Son. She is a daughter of two parents, Gohan Son and Videl Son. She has an older brother, Hideki. On August 21st, Pan Son, ran the fastest she has ever ran.

Hey! Yeah, it's not much now and seems somewhat bad, but I promise you a whole lot of plotting going. Besides, it's reposted, I'm sure people will like it. Review! And please, flamers, don't be such an immature bunch. If you don't like it, don't read and close you trap.