This is my first fic on here! Please go easy on me... I don't really remember much of GT so if I got Bra and Pan's personalities wrong I'm really sorry. Maybe you could give me some advice? Also, the Black Star Dragon Balls never happened, so Goku is still here and grown up. Some of the facts here are from an online DBZ time-line (I needed to know how far they needed to travel back so I could get them where I wanted them). So I'm sorry if some of the facts are a bit off. And uh I don't own DB/Z/GT!
Pan rolled her eyes at her crazy blue headed friend as they made their way into a store. She shuddered as the girl squealed looking over various dresses, this was a bad idea from the start. But Bra was Bra, and she could easily manipulate anyone. The girl had her ways, and Pan blamed Vegeta.
"Look at all the cute dresses I got for you to try!" Her eyes sparkled with joy and Pan couldn't help but to flinch.
"Bra." She whined softly "I'm not five anymore, I'm fifth-teen! Besides, I'm missing a lot of important training!" At this Bra's eyes threw daggers at Pan with a deathly glare and she couldn't help but to gulp.
'Uh-oh I'm screwed...'
"Oh.." She said softly, the glare never-ceasing. "Okay, fine let's go back home then." She smiled, but not a nice one. No, this smile was one of those sly smiles that said 'Never say no to me, just watch'. Pan just knew that Bra was planning up something, and whatever it was it wasn't good.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She chuckled nervously.
"Like what?" The blue haired fashion genius asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.
"Like that." She glared, crossing her arms and huffing.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bra walked in long slow strides carefully making her way out the door her smirk stretching.
"Fine, you can make me try on all the dresses but at home. If we're late again your dad will blow up everything." Bra giggled imagining her father trying the blast the world into bits.
"Alright!" With that the young blue-haired demi-saiyan skipped out the door with a pile of dresses.
This will be a very long day...
Pan looked around the lab with her nose scrunching up to the smell of a rotten half-eaten sandwich left at the table. 'Did Bulma even clean this place? Or did she forget that it was here?' Whatever the case was, this place looked like it hasn't been cleaned for years. She carefully felt along the wall flipping the switch to turn on the lights. 'Yikes, it also looks like it hasn't seen light for years!'
"Eww." Bra made a disgusted face behind her. This was not how she wanted to spend her Saturday evening, but they had to. It was punishment for being late after Bra's shopping adventure. Pan knew they would get in trouble but Bra had more important matters to get to (at least according to her). She glared at her best friend whose face showed nothing but innocence.
"What?" She pouted.
"This is your fault." Pan sighed in frustration. She had training to catch up to! Does Dende hate her?
"It is not!" Bra crossed her arms looking away from her friend. "Those shoes were calling out to me! You wouldn't understand." She rolled her eyes throwing Pan a broom. Pan caught the broom looking down with a confused expression before looking back up to her friend.
"Erhm, what's this for?" She asked.
"Well, have fun cleaning!" Bra laughed, already half way out the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Pan quickly grabbed Bra's wrist pulling the fashion genius back in with her. "This time you're helping me." She growled.
"Fine fine!" Bra huffed grabbing the broom from Pan and examining the room. "This is not how I want to spend my weekend." She whined looking at Pan with puppy eyes who just simply gave her a look that said 'That's not working on me again get back to work.'
"What is this place? Some kind of forgotten lab?" Bra shrugged not really caring what was down here.
"How should I know?" She asked as she started to sweep in a very lazy way. A vein popped on Pan's forehead as she stared at Bra with a very annoyed expression.
"Oh I don't know, maybe you lived here the past sixth-teen years of your life?" She said sarcastically starting to gather trash from the floor and stuffing it into a bag.
"Well, I don't really know what to say. Mom always had this door locked so no one got in." Pan looked around the room sudden interest sparking inside her.
"If she didn't want nothing in here then she has something important hidden." She smirked and Bra paled. 'Oh no, not one of those crazy ideas again.'
"What are you up to this time?" Bra glared stopping the sweeping broom, she didn't like the look the flashed across Bra's face. That look usually meant trouble.
"Oh nothing." She mocked, copying Bra's earlier behavior. Bra glared again, last time Pan got in trouble she had gotten dragged along and it did not end pretty.
"Pan." She warned her eyes narrowing.
"Yes, Bra?" She asked innocently as she went through some files in an old computer.
"Stop it, we're going to get in trouble!" The young hybrid protested.
"We're already in trouble." She said in "as-a-matter-of-fact" voice. She kept clicking through files ignoring her fuming friend,"Aha!" She cheered getting Bra to look curiously over Pan's shoulder. Her face twisted in confusion, just because her mother is a genius doesn't me she completely took after her.
"What's that?"
"It's a time-machine!" Pan stated proudly, glad Trunks wasn't here being a know-it-all.
"A time-machine? What are we going to do with a time-machine." Bra gave her friend a not so amused look.
"Travel back in time of course!" Pan declared like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, I know but to where? And does this thing even work?" Bra looked around the room trying to spot out the odd machine. It was quite easy, the machine stood out among the other's taking the shape of an hourglass. Like an hourglass, the machine on the outside was clear. Blue stripes ran down the sides the top and bottom framed by gold, and the door barely noticeable with a small panel next to it.
Wow, how come she didn't notice that when they got in here?
Pan smirked at her friends shock,"Before we were born! Does it work? Well, there's only one way to find out."
"This won't affect out time-line will it?" Bra asked, she didn't want to risk the chance of her not being born!
"Nope!" Bra smirked, what a great way to spend her Saturday evening!
"Let's do it!" Pan's eyes sparkled as she started to feel excited.
"How do we turn it on?" Bra asked watching her friend print out a copy of the blue prints.
"The paper tells you." Pan pointed to a random place on the paper then quickly dashing towards the machine.
"H-Hey wait up!" Bra yelled after her dropping the broom.
"Which year do we go back to?" Pan asked turning to her friend.
"A relaxing year with no bad guys trying to destroyed Earth." She sighed, but then suddenly smiled. "Oh! I want to see how mom and dad got together!" The older girl giggled with joy.
"How about we fight Buu?" Pan suggested, meaning I instead of 'we'. Bra glared at her friend her hands on her hips.
"No way, you can do training when you get home! I, unlike you, want a relaxing day." Pan frowned.
"I want to train." She glared at Bra, and the two stared at each other before starting a huge argument.
"Drama queen!"
"Knuckle head!"
"Spoiled brat!"
"Pig!" Bra placed her hand over the panel. "I get to choose first!" She growled, she may not be a strong fighter but she wasn't one to back down.
Pan snorted in amusement."I get to choose first." She placed her hand a bit firmer over Bra's making the young hybrid wince lightly.
To their surprise the door suddenly opened letting out a low hiss, both girls fell into a tangled mess as they fell inside.
"TRAVELING 32 YEARS INTO THE PAST; DESTINATION: RANDOM." The computer announced in a high-pitched female voice. Pan and Bra looked up in horror as blue bright sand wrapped around them
"Shit- AHHHH!"
...
Bulma was working on a project to create a medicine similar to the senzu bean when her computer monitor beeped.
"WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED MACHINE BEING USED AT THE MOMENT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO STOP IT?" Bulma raised an eyebrow, where Trunks and Goten up to no good again?
"Classify the subjects using the machine." Bulma now sat in front of the computer a coffee mug at her hand.
"UNKNOWN."
"Hm strange." Bulma frowned taking a sip of her coffee. "Classify the machine being used."
"PROJECT 645#."
"The name please." Bulma's eye twitched. How the hell was she supposed to remember a machine she created by a number?
"THE TIME-WRAP HOURGLASS." At this the blue haired genius choked on her coffee.
"But no one was down there! I- Oh no...Bra! Pan!" She shrieked. "Computer stop it now!"
"ERROR: SHUTTING DOWN ALL DEVICES." Bulma stared at the blank screen in shock as all the power in Capsule Corp left, she had been too late.
Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me how I could do better or if I did any mistakes. I promise next chapter will be better and have more info.