Disclaimer: I don't own DBS
A/N: Please note, my sense of humour is either horrible or non existent. Please try to understand that this might not be funny, despite it being a comedy. Anyway let the story begin *bites into random pie*
Pan's fate
Chapter one
It was a pleasant Sunday morning, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until the ring of the doorbell could be heard at the front door of the Capsule Corporation building.
Being the closest one to the door, Vegeta, the prince of Saiyans, with his ridiculously defying gravity hairstyle opened the door, his face scowling.
Looking around outside, he growled, slamming the door shut.
"Brats," he muttered, thinking it was a prank.
It wasn't even a single step, before the doorbell was rung again, infuriating the prince even more.
"You inferior weaklings!" he shouted, opening the door wide and leaning out slightly. "You ring the doorbell one more time and I, the prince of all Saiyans will personally hunt all of you down! So come with me now to fight and you might live to regret it!"
No answer. Growling, Vegeta turned around and slammed the door shut, muttering a curse under his breath.
What he didn't notice however was the small figure of a young girl following him. She couldn't have been older than six, with tomboyish short hair and a cute expression. An orange gi was worn by the girl, a familiar one at that.
Still unaware, Vegeta didn't take into account that the girl had followed what he said literally which was 'come with me now to fight', in case you already forgot.
Vegeta was bored now, the Gravity Room once again broken.
"Woman!" he shouted.
There was a clang of something metal dropped, before one of the lab doors opened, revealing the blue haired genius herself.
"It better not be the GR again!" Bulma Brief screeched.
"And what if it is?"
"Than you can fix it yourself!"
Holding the metal wrench in her hand, she was about to hit her husband in the head, before realising that there was company present.
"I can't believe it," Bulma muttered. "Vegeta, you finally resorted to kidnapping!"
"I have never seen this girl scout before, nor did I kidnap her," Vegeta defended. "Though that is a pretty good idea…might finally get them to stop selling those horrid cookies."
Suddenly the girl ran to Bulma, embracing her legs as if she were her mother.
"Aunty Bulma?" she said, not really sure if it was a question or a statement.
The genius raised an eyebrow, lowering the wrench in her hand.
"I'm sorry kiddo," she started. "Do I know you?"
The little girl nodded quickly, before smiling an all familiar grin.
"I'm Pan," the girl stated. "Have you seen papa and mama?"
At that precise moment, Gohan and Videl sneezed at the same time during maths class.
Obviously they were in Orange Star High School, I mean where else could they be?(coughcoughmakingoutcoughcough)
As usual, both were wearing their normal clothing. Gohan in his white shirt and red pants, with a black vest over his shirt. Videl wearing her white shirt and black shorts.
Sitting next to each other and sneezing together must have been a comical sight.
"Wow guys," Erasa said, flicking back her short blonde hair. "Someone must be talking about you guys."
This led into Videl blushing slightly, before she argued with Erasa. While doing so, Gohan tapped his pencil on his temple.
'Does mum want grandchildren that much?'
Roughly five miles away from Orange Star High school, in the mountain ranges there was a loud sneezed, sending flocks of birds flying away. In the Son home, Gohan's mother, Chichi, closed her eyes, as if listening for something.
She was wearing a yellow Chinese formal dress, with her ebony hair tied into a bun. Standing up from the lunch table, which Goten was eating at, the mother of two strained her ears.
"Are you alright mum?" asked the exact replica of Goku.
"I'm alright, must have been my imagination," Chich finally said, sitting down and eating her meal.
"What did you think you heard?"
"Incoming grandbabies."
BURP!
Pan gigged as she happily ate her food, just like a normal saiyan. She burped again, this time making Trunks snicker. The four of them were at the kitchen table of Capsule Corporation, eating away. Or at least the three saiyans were.
"So Pan," Bulma asked. "Who are your parents?"
"Mama is Videl. Papa is idiot," she said, continuing to stuff the food in her mouth.
Vegeta and Trunks tried to laugh, but were to busy stuffing their own mouths at the current moment.
"Sorry, can you say that again…Pan was it?" the blue haired genius asked again.
The girl nodded, wiping her mouth with her thin arm.
"Papa calls Mama Videl. Mama calls Papa idiot," she repeated.
Bulma rubbed her head irritably. How was she going to find this girl's parents? How many Videl's were there in the world? Thousands?
The only thing she knew right now was that this girl knew Bulma…wow she was popular already with the younger generation?
The genius couldn't help but look away shyly, holding her hands to her cheeks in an embarrassing blush.
"What's wrong woman?" Vegeta asked, swallowing his food. "Constipated?"
SMACK! The mysterious wrench suddenly appeared in Bulma's had, much like Chichi's magical frying pan.
"Of course not!" she shouted.
But before she could say anything, Pan stood up, leaping of the chair and staring at the front door.
"Papa is coming," she said. "I can smell him."
"Smell?" all three family members asked, before they stood from their own seats.
"No way," Trunks said. "That makes you-"
"Another annoying brat," Vegeta said, finishing Trunk's sentence, before being smacked over the head with Bulma's trusty wrench.
"Saiyan, sai-yan," Bulma said, repeating herself so the words would sink into her dense husbands thickhead. "Humans can't smell that well, so that means her father is-"
The doorbell rung once.
"Hello? Trunks? Bulma? Vegeta?" Gohan called out, ringing the doorbell again. "Is anyone home?"
Yay, first chapter. Those that don't understand the sneezes, in Japanese superstition, when you sneeze and your not cold, that means someone is talking about you...i think...anyway, reviews please!