AN- I should be working on my other story but what the hey, I got the idea
for this and wanted to get it done before I forgot it..and plz, review. And
this is a song from Shania Twain; the title of the story is the title of
the song.
Silver
DISCLAIMER- you really think that I could possibly think up and create something like that?? I'm flattered but unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, I do not own DBZ.
Whatever You Do!.Don't!
Deep in Denialville Tryin' a' fight the way I feel I go jello when you smile I start blushin'-my head rushin'
She couldn't stand him. That damn Prince. How could he do this to her?! She was a Saiyan! That daughter of Gohan and Videl Son, two of the smartest Saiyans on this planet and Trunks dared make her feel like this?! He was a player; he'd never had a relationship that lasted more than a month. All the girls he went out with were of the first or, at the least, second class.
But why should she care? He'd never looked her way, never spoken to her. And she despised him for it. Pan slammed her locker back into place and started back down the hall to her next class, International Relations. She'd love it, except for the fact that that cocky damn Prince was in it.
If you stand too close to me I might melt down from the heat If ya' look my way one more time I'm gonna go out of my mind Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
She strode into the classroom, not bothering to look around at who was there as she took her seat. There was no need to, she could sense them. And sometimes she wished she couldn't. The three that she could feel made her wish that some one had broken into her locker like they frequently did and stolen one of her books or something. Anything to keep her from this room. Trunks was back there, along with his brattish little sister, Bra and her current "potential mate". Pan suppressed a snicker. The princess was known to retaliate to jokes made about her name in violent ways. The last poor unfortunate to try had been de-tailed and the last any one had seen of her had been the sight of her blood drenched back fleeing the city. Power ran in the royal line. The king was a Super Saiyan. But then again, so were her father, grandfather and uncle, and she was nearly there herself. And yet they were classed as only third class Saiyans.
You stop me in my tracks My heart pumpin' to the max I'm such a sucker for your eyes They permanently paralyze Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
Oh, she did have to give that baka some credit. He was drop fuckin' dead gorgeous. With those electric blue eyes, and that rare purple, well to his eyes, lavender, hair, he was more than enough to make any Saiyan female, however tough, go gaga over him. But even though he was so fine, she detested him. He was known for his slack attitude most of the time, and it was rare for him to be in school for a full week. She'd heard from her father, a very low class warrior because of his, well, their infernal social status, that his father and mother, King Vegeta and Queen Bulma, that they had a hard time keeping him in line.
He wasn't stupid either; for all that he might act like it. He'd scored top on all the possible entrance tests the school could throw at him, and yet when he'd gotten in, he had completely slacked off. That was another thing that pissed her off! She'd worked damned hard to get into this school and here he was just dicking off. And the reason she'd had such a hard time was because the school was only for first class citizens. Second class could get in, but that was a rare occurrence. But for a third class, like her to get in was unheard of. Pan had had to get in with her brains alone and the School Alliance had made her promise to maintain an A in every class. Yet he just fobbed off every class while she worked her ass off. She couldn't stand it!
(Whatever you do, don't do that to me) You got my heart under attack You give me shivers down my back D'ya have to walk the way you do? I get weak just watchin' you Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
He'd never looked her way. Never cast a single glance her way. No comment had ever been forthcoming from him. Not even a simple hello had ever been coming her way. But why should he? There were prettier girls than she, girls of a higher class. Given the fact that most never thought of anything past mates and fighting, the only thing she could see that they had going was their looks.
But then again she wasn't bad to look at herself. Ebony hair down to her waist, eyes of the same color and a trim and toned figure. She was fairly pretty. Creamy skin furthered her cause.
Titters and two deep tenor laughs came from the back of the room. Pan cast her senses back there. What were they laughing at now?? They had better not be laughing at her. How dare they be so rude! Students started to file in through the class room door. A few moments later, the teacher followed them. Pan permitted herself a small smile. Parro had always been her favorite teacher. He had a slight limp, from battle, or so he told the class. He stuttered when he was angry too. More guffaws emitted from the back of the class.
Pan frowned again.
Don't do that - don't do that.
Please review and tell me, do I continue writing this into a full fic or leave it as a simple songfic? Review and tell me!
Silver
DISCLAIMER- you really think that I could possibly think up and create something like that?? I'm flattered but unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, I do not own DBZ.
Whatever You Do!.Don't!
Deep in Denialville Tryin' a' fight the way I feel I go jello when you smile I start blushin'-my head rushin'
She couldn't stand him. That damn Prince. How could he do this to her?! She was a Saiyan! That daughter of Gohan and Videl Son, two of the smartest Saiyans on this planet and Trunks dared make her feel like this?! He was a player; he'd never had a relationship that lasted more than a month. All the girls he went out with were of the first or, at the least, second class.
But why should she care? He'd never looked her way, never spoken to her. And she despised him for it. Pan slammed her locker back into place and started back down the hall to her next class, International Relations. She'd love it, except for the fact that that cocky damn Prince was in it.
If you stand too close to me I might melt down from the heat If ya' look my way one more time I'm gonna go out of my mind Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
She strode into the classroom, not bothering to look around at who was there as she took her seat. There was no need to, she could sense them. And sometimes she wished she couldn't. The three that she could feel made her wish that some one had broken into her locker like they frequently did and stolen one of her books or something. Anything to keep her from this room. Trunks was back there, along with his brattish little sister, Bra and her current "potential mate". Pan suppressed a snicker. The princess was known to retaliate to jokes made about her name in violent ways. The last poor unfortunate to try had been de-tailed and the last any one had seen of her had been the sight of her blood drenched back fleeing the city. Power ran in the royal line. The king was a Super Saiyan. But then again, so were her father, grandfather and uncle, and she was nearly there herself. And yet they were classed as only third class Saiyans.
You stop me in my tracks My heart pumpin' to the max I'm such a sucker for your eyes They permanently paralyze Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
Oh, she did have to give that baka some credit. He was drop fuckin' dead gorgeous. With those electric blue eyes, and that rare purple, well to his eyes, lavender, hair, he was more than enough to make any Saiyan female, however tough, go gaga over him. But even though he was so fine, she detested him. He was known for his slack attitude most of the time, and it was rare for him to be in school for a full week. She'd heard from her father, a very low class warrior because of his, well, their infernal social status, that his father and mother, King Vegeta and Queen Bulma, that they had a hard time keeping him in line.
He wasn't stupid either; for all that he might act like it. He'd scored top on all the possible entrance tests the school could throw at him, and yet when he'd gotten in, he had completely slacked off. That was another thing that pissed her off! She'd worked damned hard to get into this school and here he was just dicking off. And the reason she'd had such a hard time was because the school was only for first class citizens. Second class could get in, but that was a rare occurrence. But for a third class, like her to get in was unheard of. Pan had had to get in with her brains alone and the School Alliance had made her promise to maintain an A in every class. Yet he just fobbed off every class while she worked her ass off. She couldn't stand it!
(Whatever you do, don't do that to me) You got my heart under attack You give me shivers down my back D'ya have to walk the way you do? I get weak just watchin' you Whatever you do.
Don't even think about it! Don't go and get me started! Don't you dare drive me crazy! Don't do that to me baby!
He'd never looked her way. Never cast a single glance her way. No comment had ever been forthcoming from him. Not even a simple hello had ever been coming her way. But why should he? There were prettier girls than she, girls of a higher class. Given the fact that most never thought of anything past mates and fighting, the only thing she could see that they had going was their looks.
But then again she wasn't bad to look at herself. Ebony hair down to her waist, eyes of the same color and a trim and toned figure. She was fairly pretty. Creamy skin furthered her cause.
Titters and two deep tenor laughs came from the back of the room. Pan cast her senses back there. What were they laughing at now?? They had better not be laughing at her. How dare they be so rude! Students started to file in through the class room door. A few moments later, the teacher followed them. Pan permitted herself a small smile. Parro had always been her favorite teacher. He had a slight limp, from battle, or so he told the class. He stuttered when he was angry too. More guffaws emitted from the back of the class.
Pan frowned again.
Don't do that - don't do that.
Please review and tell me, do I continue writing this into a full fic or leave it as a simple songfic? Review and tell me!