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What am I?
Ch. 1, afraid of the fight
Pan stoud outside in the rain. She began to train, punch, dodge, kick, swivel repeat. THis was her world, she had taught herself how to fight, and she loved it. Everyday, she would go out into the fields and train as hard as she could, not coming back till night fall. For some reason. Gohan hated his daughter training. It might had been because he was reminded of himself at her age, and the horrors he had gone through since. It might have been because his shoes were tied too tight. Or, it could have been that he had lost everything that was important to him from fighting. Media had been in a coma for 13 years, Videl, his only true love, was gone, frozen alive, in a rencarnatable state, waiting for a cure to a rare poison that had been slipped into the sayi jins wife's drinks four years ago. An old enemy was after him, and the saya jins. They just didn't know who.
For what ever reason, Gohan refused to let any of his friends teach Pan how to fight. So, she learned on her own. Watching the local Tai chi, Tae Kwon Do and other martial arts teams practice. She had picked up on a few things. The rest, the consentration, the skill, the balance, the will to survive *it's the eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight risin up to the challege of our rivals and the last known survior stocks his prey in the night* She seemed to know. It was if, a voice iside her head was telling her everything... No, no, she wasn't crazy, no way. SHe just knew that's all. She just knew.
For the majority of her life, she had been home schooled. Now, Gohan couldn't keep up with her studies, so she had to be sent to the high school in the town about seven hours away. Gohan didn't like doing this, and Really didn't like sending his child to the big city alone. So, he arranged for The Briefs, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs and their son in law and his children to take care of her until she graduated.
So Pan was to be sent away to live with strangers for 2 years. At least she would have some company. Vegeta, the son in law, had a daughter by the name of Bra. She was Pan's age. Perhaps Bra could spar with her. She would love that. Pan wondered as she packed up some of her belongings, why she had never meant these Briefs. She of course had heard of them on the News,they owned the largest company in the world, but she never had heard her father metion them. Or what had happened to the younger Mrs. Briefs. of course, she didn't know what happened to her own mother, much lesse her grandmother. They could be right over the next mountain and she wouldn't have the slighest clue. When she had ever asked about her mother, Her father would get all quiet and just tell her it was.. complicated. She pulled out her guitar from under her bed. She had to take this with her. She had made so many songs with it. Even one called "complicated" She tuned the strings and began singing in her lovely alto voice
Complicated
making me crazy
and nothing seems to work
nothing seems to help
pain
complicated
boxes falling into circles
and nobody cares at all
and nobody cares at all
It's like
trying to walk backwards
on a flaming string
like trying to solve
life itself
analyzing everything
complicated
making me insane
trying to hold to the life
that you always knew
trying to make everyday
special and new
complicated
Oh, I don't know what
gonna happen anyhow
and this light
this light is closing on me
it's getting hard to breathe
Now that's complicated
complicated
complicated
she strummed the last notes and sighed. Gohan loved her music. He never said so, but she could see it in his eyes. She sighed again and played her favorite song in the world
'So this is odd,
the painful relization that
all has gone wrong
and nobody cares at all
and nobody cares at all
So you buried all your lovers clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote
but it doesn't make it anybetter
doesn't make it anybetter
and the plaster dented from your fist
in the hallway you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade
So this is odd
a sidstepping has come to be
a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all
and nobody leads at all.
Well this is incredable
starving incecible
yes this is love for the first time
when you'd like to think you're invisible
yeah well weren't we all once
before we felt loss for the first time
this is the last time
this is the last time
this is the last time
Gohan came storming up to her room
"PAN! didnt' I tell you not to listen to that group?"
"you told me, I didn't listen"
"why not?"
"Because all music is beautiful! and everything on "the places you have come to fear the most" is beautiful!"
"so your saying rap is beautiful?"
"rap isn't music dad!"
"what ever, just don't listen to that group anymore They're bad for you!"
"how can music be bad?"
"they talk about drugs!"
"about a pill dad! a bitter pill! like tyenol. they're singing about the pain of somthing and just using a metaphore"
"what about the d word?"
"die? Dad come on! Mom died didn't she?" She had gone to far. Gohan's eyes grew wide and cold. In one quick motion, he grabbed her cd book tore out The Dashboard confessional CD, and crushed it in his hands.
"your mother didn't die Pan. She's just sleeping" he said through clenched teeth
"i'm not a kid anymore dad, I dont' want to listen to bedtime stories about 'sleeping' and being in a better place" Gohan huffed and went out of the room.
"dad's can be so stupid sometimes" Pan thought, as she fell back onto her bed.
What am I?
Ch. 1, afraid of the fight
Pan stoud outside in the rain. She began to train, punch, dodge, kick, swivel repeat. THis was her world, she had taught herself how to fight, and she loved it. Everyday, she would go out into the fields and train as hard as she could, not coming back till night fall. For some reason. Gohan hated his daughter training. It might had been because he was reminded of himself at her age, and the horrors he had gone through since. It might have been because his shoes were tied too tight. Or, it could have been that he had lost everything that was important to him from fighting. Media had been in a coma for 13 years, Videl, his only true love, was gone, frozen alive, in a rencarnatable state, waiting for a cure to a rare poison that had been slipped into the sayi jins wife's drinks four years ago. An old enemy was after him, and the saya jins. They just didn't know who.
For what ever reason, Gohan refused to let any of his friends teach Pan how to fight. So, she learned on her own. Watching the local Tai chi, Tae Kwon Do and other martial arts teams practice. She had picked up on a few things. The rest, the consentration, the skill, the balance, the will to survive *it's the eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight risin up to the challege of our rivals and the last known survior stocks his prey in the night* She seemed to know. It was if, a voice iside her head was telling her everything... No, no, she wasn't crazy, no way. SHe just knew that's all. She just knew.
For the majority of her life, she had been home schooled. Now, Gohan couldn't keep up with her studies, so she had to be sent to the high school in the town about seven hours away. Gohan didn't like doing this, and Really didn't like sending his child to the big city alone. So, he arranged for The Briefs, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs and their son in law and his children to take care of her until she graduated.
So Pan was to be sent away to live with strangers for 2 years. At least she would have some company. Vegeta, the son in law, had a daughter by the name of Bra. She was Pan's age. Perhaps Bra could spar with her. She would love that. Pan wondered as she packed up some of her belongings, why she had never meant these Briefs. She of course had heard of them on the News,they owned the largest company in the world, but she never had heard her father metion them. Or what had happened to the younger Mrs. Briefs. of course, she didn't know what happened to her own mother, much lesse her grandmother. They could be right over the next mountain and she wouldn't have the slighest clue. When she had ever asked about her mother, Her father would get all quiet and just tell her it was.. complicated. She pulled out her guitar from under her bed. She had to take this with her. She had made so many songs with it. Even one called "complicated" She tuned the strings and began singing in her lovely alto voice
Complicated
making me crazy
and nothing seems to work
nothing seems to help
pain
complicated
boxes falling into circles
and nobody cares at all
and nobody cares at all
It's like
trying to walk backwards
on a flaming string
like trying to solve
life itself
analyzing everything
complicated
making me insane
trying to hold to the life
that you always knew
trying to make everyday
special and new
complicated
Oh, I don't know what
gonna happen anyhow
and this light
this light is closing on me
it's getting hard to breathe
Now that's complicated
complicated
complicated
she strummed the last notes and sighed. Gohan loved her music. He never said so, but she could see it in his eyes. She sighed again and played her favorite song in the world
'So this is odd,
the painful relization that
all has gone wrong
and nobody cares at all
and nobody cares at all
So you buried all your lovers clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote
but it doesn't make it anybetter
doesn't make it anybetter
and the plaster dented from your fist
in the hallway you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade
So this is odd
a sidstepping has come to be
a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all
and nobody leads at all.
Well this is incredable
starving incecible
yes this is love for the first time
when you'd like to think you're invisible
yeah well weren't we all once
before we felt loss for the first time
this is the last time
this is the last time
this is the last time
Gohan came storming up to her room
"PAN! didnt' I tell you not to listen to that group?"
"you told me, I didn't listen"
"why not?"
"Because all music is beautiful! and everything on "the places you have come to fear the most" is beautiful!"
"so your saying rap is beautiful?"
"rap isn't music dad!"
"what ever, just don't listen to that group anymore They're bad for you!"
"how can music be bad?"
"they talk about drugs!"
"about a pill dad! a bitter pill! like tyenol. they're singing about the pain of somthing and just using a metaphore"
"what about the d word?"
"die? Dad come on! Mom died didn't she?" She had gone to far. Gohan's eyes grew wide and cold. In one quick motion, he grabbed her cd book tore out The Dashboard confessional CD, and crushed it in his hands.
"your mother didn't die Pan. She's just sleeping" he said through clenched teeth
"i'm not a kid anymore dad, I dont' want to listen to bedtime stories about 'sleeping' and being in a better place" Gohan huffed and went out of the room.
"dad's can be so stupid sometimes" Pan thought, as she fell back onto her bed.