Title: Oh, God, I'm Blushing
Author: RaliNeoBlade
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: OK, I'm only gonna do this the first chapter, so listen up. I do not own DBZ. So don't sue me unless you want…(checks pockets)….3 cents, a paper pad full of crazy sketches, and some lint. Okay? Good.
A/N: Yes!!! That's right! Rali has struck again! Bwahahaha!!! I know, I should be working on ToMaOM, WEUM, H!!AACIMB, and ATSTTCBOD, (does that make ANY sense at all?) but…major writer's block. It may be a while before I work on those, 'k? Sorry. Oh, and *….* means emphasis, and _.…_ means thinking. Alright?
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"Son Pan!" Pan almost stood up in her desk, but stopped herself, snapped forward, and looked up at her teacher innocently.
"Yes, sir?" The rest of the class sniggered, and Pan realized, her face burning, that she must have totally zoned out again.
Her teacher, Mr. Sazuki, sighed, and took off his glasses, and opened his mouth, and she could tell he was ready to give her a lecture, but - Hallelujah! The bell rang just in time, and everyone scooped up their bags and swept out of the room, eager to go home after a long day. Pan tried to sneak out too, but-
"Pan, can I see you, please?" He snagged her before she could slip out the door. Pan sighed, and walked with him back to his desk.
He sat down, and looked seriously at her. Nobody called him Mr. Sazuki. He'd given them permission to call him by his first name, Henin, because he was only in his third year of college, and therefore only four years older than them. (A/N: I'm pretending school there goes for more years it does here, so Pan was already eighteen, had never been held back, and was in her next to last year of high school.)
Henin began by saying, "Pan, this is the third time this week that I've asked you something and you haven't been paying attention. Is something wrong?"
Pan looked down guiltily, then muttered a negative. There was no way she was going to tell her teacher why she kept slipping up.
Pan looked back up at Henin, who she thought looked kind of like how her father did in the old pictures of when Gohan was twenty-two, except that Henin had dark brown hair, not black, and, of course, was human, not half human, half Saiya-jin. All the girls in Pan's class had crushes on Henin, except for Pan. She thought he was good looking, but she didn't *like* him. She was more realistic than that.
Henin leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, then said, "You know you're smart. *I* know you're smart. But just naturally being smart won't matter if you don't *apply* yourself, and study." (A/N: Does that sound familiar to anybody?) "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Pan mumbled, wanting to leave.
Henin sat back. "I hope you do. Because if you don't, then I think I'll have to have a talk with your father. The daughter of such a scientist should be paying attention in school."
At this, Pan's head jerked up, and she knew that she'd *have* to behave, because her dad would go berserk if he knew about all this.
"Good," Henin, approved, noticing that she was listening. "You can go."
Pan bowed, and hurried out of the room. As soon as she stepped outside, however, felt the breeze on her face, and looked at the beautiful park across the street, Henin's lecture faded from her mind, and she was again daydreaming like she had been before Henin had interrupted.
Her daydreams were always the same, or all very much alike, in that they involved the special guy that she could never get out of her mind. She always thought about telling him how she felt, but was too scared to actually do it.
She crossed the street into the park, and wandered around until she found her favorite tree; a willow that perched on a small hill just above the lake. It's drooping branches dipped forward and into the lake, creating a little hollow that Pan loved to just lie in, and think.
She dropped her backpack near the tree, and lay down, gazing up through her tree's branches at the sky and clouds, trying to pick out shapes. After she'd identified a capsule, an airplane, and a giraffe, she spotted something that made her sigh. It looked, probably to no one but her, like a certain light-blue/gray haired young man that she knew very well.
Her hand automatically slid up her neck to finger the gold pendant that was nestled there. She had received it the last Christmas past from her friend Trunks, who, at twenty-eight years old, was ten years older than Pan. The entire Z senshi had gathered at Capsule Corporation, who's founder happened to be Trunks', now deceased, grandfather. Trunks was now the president of Capsule Corp., and Pan didn't get to see him as much as she'd used to.
Capsule Corp. was an *extremely* successful business that created capsules, little inch long cylinders with a push knob at the top. If you pushed down the knob, whatever had been inside the capsule reverts back to its original size. (It's a good idea to throw the capsule away from yourself after activating.)
Practically *anything* could be capsulated; dozens of magazines, a car, a boat, heck, even houses. Capsules are very expensive, however, and most people can only afford a few. To make the object a capsule again, all you have to do is push a button on the side.
Being the president of Capsule Corp., Trunks could have as many capsules as he wanted, and so could his mother, Bulma, father, Vegeta, and sister, Bra, who was Pan's age.
Anyway, the pendant Trunks had given Pan was 24 carat gold, and had a big, lavish, intricate P carved onto the front, in the Old English style, you know, how priests used to spend their whole lives designing one letter? With all the swirls and patterns around them? That kind of P. And on the back was _I hope you like it. -Trunks_
Did she like it? Did she *like* it? She *loved* it! Duh. She never, ever took it off. It became a part of her, just like the orange bandanna that she wore on her head.
In a few minutes, the cloud had disappeared from Pan's sight, and she just lay there, fiddling with the pendant, like she always did, when she heard the sound of loud, guffawing male voices approaching.
She sat up quickly, and listened intently. _Oh, no!_ she moaned silently. _That's Drake and his gooneys!_ Drake was the captain of the football team, and looked sort of like Trunks, except he had dirty blond hair and brown eyes instead of beautiful blue. And, of course, he was the sole desire of many girls at Pan's school. He also had a nasty reputation for bullying, and it was rumored he'd joined a gang. His 'gooneys,' were more like his best friends, but they *were* gooneys. David and Brian were almost as big as Drake, and also on the football team. (Another difference between Drake and Trunks was that Drake was *not* half saiya-jin, like Trunks.)
Pan got up quickly, hefted her backpack onto her back, and went out from under the tree in the direction she thought was opposite to where Drake had gone. No such luck.
She swiveled her head to the right, glancing about for Drake, when she bumped into someone. She gulped, and looked up. Drake was leering down at her.
"Hey, baby. You shouldn't be walking all alone like that. It's almost five. I'm going your way, so maybe we'll just come and join you," was what came out of his mouth.
Pan tried to hide a scowl. She hated being called 'baby'.
"No, I'm fine. My house is just a little farther down this street. I'll go now," she claimed, turning and walking past him. He grabbed her arm. Her face contorted with anger.
"Not so fast. It's only five. Maybe you could hang around awhile." Pan pulled at her arm with what she thought was probably average girl strength. It wasn't that she was afraid of this guy. Hell, she could pummel this guy down to the planet core, no prob. Literally. She was just afraid that if she seriously injured him, she could get in trouble with the authorities.
"No, *thank* you!" Pan spat, finally getting exasperated and effortlessly ripping her arm away and, before Drake could react, running down the street. She looked behind her, Drake, David, and Brian were just standing around where she'd left them. _Good_, she thought with vehemence. _They'd better not follow me._
Then she realized that she'd gone the wrong way. To get to her house, she'd have to go back the way she came, toward Drake. She cursed for a few minutes, and was debating what to do, when she heard a car pull up next to her.
"Hey, Pan. What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be home by now?" Pan looked up excitedly, instantly recognizing the voice. It was Trunks! He was sitting in his red sports car, bobbed style light-blue/grey hair slightly ruffled by riding in the convertible, turned toward her, his arm on the chair. He was wearing his usual khaki shorts, black shirt, khaki jacket, and blue bandanna tied around his neck.
Pan's heart quickened, and she heat creep up her cheeks. _Oh, God, I'm blushing,_ she thought, embarrassed out of her mind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Drake and co. looking in their direction.
"Mom and Dad don't usually set a time I have to be home, but, yeah, I was a little laid up," Pan replied, quelling the butterflies in her stomach. After all, she'd spent nearly a year with Trunks out in space when he, her grandfather Goku, and she were searching for the Black Star Dragonballs.
Trunks raised his eyebrows. "They should have set a time today. Didn't they tell you that it's Bra birthday? Your parents wouldn't be home now, anyway. We're having a party, you know, big Z 'family' get together thing."
"Really?" Pan questioned, not believing that her parents, Videl and Gohan, would forget to tell her about her friend Bra's party. She'd known it was Bra's birthday, but she hadn't known anything about a party.
"Yeah, we're having it at our house on the Capsule Corp. grounds," Trunks continued. "No way I can just leave you hanging here when we're both going to the same place. Hop in, and we'll go together."
Pan laughed and clapped her hands, never having ridden in a fast sports car before. _Wonder if it'll be as good as flying, tho...._ she mused. To Pan's astonishment, Trunks got out, went around to her side, and opened the door, laughing, bowing, and gesturing for her to get in.
"Thanks," she murmured, blushing and sliding into the seat.
"No prob," Trunks replied casually, getting back in and starting up the engine.
"Oh!" Pan exclaimed, suddenly dismayed. "I don't have anything to give Bra!"
"That's okay," Trunks told her, grinning. "I got my sister two presents; you can have one and say it was from you."
"Thanks a bunch, Trunks." Pan now had to raise her voice to be heard above the engine. She glanced at Trunks, who was still revving the car up, a smile plastered on his face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Fire this baby up, and let's blow this place!" Pan cried. "I need some serious *speed*!"
Trunks looked at her, grinned wider, and more wickedly, and answered, "Your wish is my command, lovely lady." She didn't catch his last couple words, because he'd floored the gas, and she'd been slammed back in her seat.
"Yaaaaaaah!!" she yelled, clutching her bandanna, which was threatening to leave her head and fly away with the violent, whipping wind. _Okay, *definitely* as good as flying!_
Pan laughed and screamed as Trunks alternately sped up and slowed down, taunting her.
RaliNeoBlade: And so, the saga begins! Will Pan have any more trouble from Drake? What will happen at Bra's party? Stay alert for the next chapter of the story!!!
Rali: So, whatcha think? I've got the next 3 chapters ready…Should I post them? Is this any good? Please REVIEW, and I am humbly requesting that you include a RATING from 1-10, if you will be so kind. THANX, and watch for the next chapter!!
Author: RaliNeoBlade
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: OK, I'm only gonna do this the first chapter, so listen up. I do not own DBZ. So don't sue me unless you want…(checks pockets)….3 cents, a paper pad full of crazy sketches, and some lint. Okay? Good.
A/N: Yes!!! That's right! Rali has struck again! Bwahahaha!!! I know, I should be working on ToMaOM, WEUM, H!!AACIMB, and ATSTTCBOD, (does that make ANY sense at all?) but…major writer's block. It may be a while before I work on those, 'k? Sorry. Oh, and *….* means emphasis, and _.…_ means thinking. Alright?
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"Son Pan!" Pan almost stood up in her desk, but stopped herself, snapped forward, and looked up at her teacher innocently.
"Yes, sir?" The rest of the class sniggered, and Pan realized, her face burning, that she must have totally zoned out again.
Her teacher, Mr. Sazuki, sighed, and took off his glasses, and opened his mouth, and she could tell he was ready to give her a lecture, but - Hallelujah! The bell rang just in time, and everyone scooped up their bags and swept out of the room, eager to go home after a long day. Pan tried to sneak out too, but-
"Pan, can I see you, please?" He snagged her before she could slip out the door. Pan sighed, and walked with him back to his desk.
He sat down, and looked seriously at her. Nobody called him Mr. Sazuki. He'd given them permission to call him by his first name, Henin, because he was only in his third year of college, and therefore only four years older than them. (A/N: I'm pretending school there goes for more years it does here, so Pan was already eighteen, had never been held back, and was in her next to last year of high school.)
Henin began by saying, "Pan, this is the third time this week that I've asked you something and you haven't been paying attention. Is something wrong?"
Pan looked down guiltily, then muttered a negative. There was no way she was going to tell her teacher why she kept slipping up.
Pan looked back up at Henin, who she thought looked kind of like how her father did in the old pictures of when Gohan was twenty-two, except that Henin had dark brown hair, not black, and, of course, was human, not half human, half Saiya-jin. All the girls in Pan's class had crushes on Henin, except for Pan. She thought he was good looking, but she didn't *like* him. She was more realistic than that.
Henin leaned forward, resting his head on his hand, then said, "You know you're smart. *I* know you're smart. But just naturally being smart won't matter if you don't *apply* yourself, and study." (A/N: Does that sound familiar to anybody?) "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Pan mumbled, wanting to leave.
Henin sat back. "I hope you do. Because if you don't, then I think I'll have to have a talk with your father. The daughter of such a scientist should be paying attention in school."
At this, Pan's head jerked up, and she knew that she'd *have* to behave, because her dad would go berserk if he knew about all this.
"Good," Henin, approved, noticing that she was listening. "You can go."
Pan bowed, and hurried out of the room. As soon as she stepped outside, however, felt the breeze on her face, and looked at the beautiful park across the street, Henin's lecture faded from her mind, and she was again daydreaming like she had been before Henin had interrupted.
Her daydreams were always the same, or all very much alike, in that they involved the special guy that she could never get out of her mind. She always thought about telling him how she felt, but was too scared to actually do it.
She crossed the street into the park, and wandered around until she found her favorite tree; a willow that perched on a small hill just above the lake. It's drooping branches dipped forward and into the lake, creating a little hollow that Pan loved to just lie in, and think.
She dropped her backpack near the tree, and lay down, gazing up through her tree's branches at the sky and clouds, trying to pick out shapes. After she'd identified a capsule, an airplane, and a giraffe, she spotted something that made her sigh. It looked, probably to no one but her, like a certain light-blue/gray haired young man that she knew very well.
Her hand automatically slid up her neck to finger the gold pendant that was nestled there. She had received it the last Christmas past from her friend Trunks, who, at twenty-eight years old, was ten years older than Pan. The entire Z senshi had gathered at Capsule Corporation, who's founder happened to be Trunks', now deceased, grandfather. Trunks was now the president of Capsule Corp., and Pan didn't get to see him as much as she'd used to.
Capsule Corp. was an *extremely* successful business that created capsules, little inch long cylinders with a push knob at the top. If you pushed down the knob, whatever had been inside the capsule reverts back to its original size. (It's a good idea to throw the capsule away from yourself after activating.)
Practically *anything* could be capsulated; dozens of magazines, a car, a boat, heck, even houses. Capsules are very expensive, however, and most people can only afford a few. To make the object a capsule again, all you have to do is push a button on the side.
Being the president of Capsule Corp., Trunks could have as many capsules as he wanted, and so could his mother, Bulma, father, Vegeta, and sister, Bra, who was Pan's age.
Anyway, the pendant Trunks had given Pan was 24 carat gold, and had a big, lavish, intricate P carved onto the front, in the Old English style, you know, how priests used to spend their whole lives designing one letter? With all the swirls and patterns around them? That kind of P. And on the back was _I hope you like it. -Trunks_
Did she like it? Did she *like* it? She *loved* it! Duh. She never, ever took it off. It became a part of her, just like the orange bandanna that she wore on her head.
In a few minutes, the cloud had disappeared from Pan's sight, and she just lay there, fiddling with the pendant, like she always did, when she heard the sound of loud, guffawing male voices approaching.
She sat up quickly, and listened intently. _Oh, no!_ she moaned silently. _That's Drake and his gooneys!_ Drake was the captain of the football team, and looked sort of like Trunks, except he had dirty blond hair and brown eyes instead of beautiful blue. And, of course, he was the sole desire of many girls at Pan's school. He also had a nasty reputation for bullying, and it was rumored he'd joined a gang. His 'gooneys,' were more like his best friends, but they *were* gooneys. David and Brian were almost as big as Drake, and also on the football team. (Another difference between Drake and Trunks was that Drake was *not* half saiya-jin, like Trunks.)
Pan got up quickly, hefted her backpack onto her back, and went out from under the tree in the direction she thought was opposite to where Drake had gone. No such luck.
She swiveled her head to the right, glancing about for Drake, when she bumped into someone. She gulped, and looked up. Drake was leering down at her.
"Hey, baby. You shouldn't be walking all alone like that. It's almost five. I'm going your way, so maybe we'll just come and join you," was what came out of his mouth.
Pan tried to hide a scowl. She hated being called 'baby'.
"No, I'm fine. My house is just a little farther down this street. I'll go now," she claimed, turning and walking past him. He grabbed her arm. Her face contorted with anger.
"Not so fast. It's only five. Maybe you could hang around awhile." Pan pulled at her arm with what she thought was probably average girl strength. It wasn't that she was afraid of this guy. Hell, she could pummel this guy down to the planet core, no prob. Literally. She was just afraid that if she seriously injured him, she could get in trouble with the authorities.
"No, *thank* you!" Pan spat, finally getting exasperated and effortlessly ripping her arm away and, before Drake could react, running down the street. She looked behind her, Drake, David, and Brian were just standing around where she'd left them. _Good_, she thought with vehemence. _They'd better not follow me._
Then she realized that she'd gone the wrong way. To get to her house, she'd have to go back the way she came, toward Drake. She cursed for a few minutes, and was debating what to do, when she heard a car pull up next to her.
"Hey, Pan. What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be home by now?" Pan looked up excitedly, instantly recognizing the voice. It was Trunks! He was sitting in his red sports car, bobbed style light-blue/grey hair slightly ruffled by riding in the convertible, turned toward her, his arm on the chair. He was wearing his usual khaki shorts, black shirt, khaki jacket, and blue bandanna tied around his neck.
Pan's heart quickened, and she heat creep up her cheeks. _Oh, God, I'm blushing,_ she thought, embarrassed out of her mind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Drake and co. looking in their direction.
"Mom and Dad don't usually set a time I have to be home, but, yeah, I was a little laid up," Pan replied, quelling the butterflies in her stomach. After all, she'd spent nearly a year with Trunks out in space when he, her grandfather Goku, and she were searching for the Black Star Dragonballs.
Trunks raised his eyebrows. "They should have set a time today. Didn't they tell you that it's Bra birthday? Your parents wouldn't be home now, anyway. We're having a party, you know, big Z 'family' get together thing."
"Really?" Pan questioned, not believing that her parents, Videl and Gohan, would forget to tell her about her friend Bra's party. She'd known it was Bra's birthday, but she hadn't known anything about a party.
"Yeah, we're having it at our house on the Capsule Corp. grounds," Trunks continued. "No way I can just leave you hanging here when we're both going to the same place. Hop in, and we'll go together."
Pan laughed and clapped her hands, never having ridden in a fast sports car before. _Wonder if it'll be as good as flying, tho...._ she mused. To Pan's astonishment, Trunks got out, went around to her side, and opened the door, laughing, bowing, and gesturing for her to get in.
"Thanks," she murmured, blushing and sliding into the seat.
"No prob," Trunks replied casually, getting back in and starting up the engine.
"Oh!" Pan exclaimed, suddenly dismayed. "I don't have anything to give Bra!"
"That's okay," Trunks told her, grinning. "I got my sister two presents; you can have one and say it was from you."
"Thanks a bunch, Trunks." Pan now had to raise her voice to be heard above the engine. She glanced at Trunks, who was still revving the car up, a smile plastered on his face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Fire this baby up, and let's blow this place!" Pan cried. "I need some serious *speed*!"
Trunks looked at her, grinned wider, and more wickedly, and answered, "Your wish is my command, lovely lady." She didn't catch his last couple words, because he'd floored the gas, and she'd been slammed back in her seat.
"Yaaaaaaah!!" she yelled, clutching her bandanna, which was threatening to leave her head and fly away with the violent, whipping wind. _Okay, *definitely* as good as flying!_
Pan laughed and screamed as Trunks alternately sped up and slowed down, taunting her.
RaliNeoBlade: And so, the saga begins! Will Pan have any more trouble from Drake? What will happen at Bra's party? Stay alert for the next chapter of the story!!!
Rali: So, whatcha think? I've got the next 3 chapters ready…Should I post them? Is this any good? Please REVIEW, and I am humbly requesting that you include a RATING from 1-10, if you will be so kind. THANX, and watch for the next chapter!!