So here's the next chapter of Why Me? And I wanted to say thank you to all you beautiful people out there that reviewed. When I saw them I had the biggest and stupidest grin on my face that I just couldn't wipe off. I even had to leave the room so I could do my happy dance without my family staring at me like I've gone insane.
Without further interruption here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT
The next week flew by in a blur for Pan and before she knew it, she was sitting in her room packing and it was the night before the field trip. She was dreading this field trip she definitely did not want to be recognized by the Briefs. Though it was inevitable she came up with a plan to stay incognito for as long as possible, so far the plan was to hide behind the tallest people in her class and keep her ki suppressed.
'Yeah that's what I'll do. Even if this plan isn't that great it's better than nothing.' She thought as she packed her bags.
At that moment there was a knock at her door. It was her mother checking to see how much packing she had done. After some ten to twenty minutes later Pan had everything packed and Videl spoke up, "I don't know why you packed a bag, half your wardrobe is there already."
"It's to throw off suspicion, if I came without any bags people would start asking questions." Pan said as she capsulated her suitcase.
"Hm. Makes sense I suppose." Videl said noting that Pan's room was steadily becoming messier. She then went over to Pan's desk and started tidying it up.
"Mom," Pan whined, "stop trying to clean my room."
"Well it was getting messy so I decided to tidy up a bit." Videl replied.
"I keep it messy otherwise I wouldn't be able to find anything."
"But shouldn't it be the other way around?" she raised furrowed her eyebrows.
"Yeah but I keep things messy to a certain degree and when people decide to 'tidy up' it frustrates me to no end because then I can't find anything." Pan explained.
Videl saw that Pan was serious about this so she turned back to Pan's desk and quickly started to neatly arranging everything on it.
"Mom I'm serious!"
"I know. That's why I did it. You, my daughter, are a piece of work." Videl chuckled while Pan just huffed at her and started to make her desk somewhat messy again.
"Well if it's any consolation Pan, dinner will be ready soon. Come down when you're done 'rearranging'." Videl then walked out of the room.
Gohan and Videl were already sitting at the dinner table when Pan came into the kitchen. She took her seat and Videl told them that they could start eating. Both Saiyan-human hybrids ate at a rapid pace as if their food would sprout legs and run away if they didn't. 'Saiyans.' Videl thought.
When dinner was finished Pan offered to do the dishes. "Hey mom do you need help with the dishes?" she looked at the many stacks of dishes on the table.
"No your father can handle them just fine." Videl replied.
Gohan's ears perked up at this. "I'm doing the dishes?" he looked confused.
"Yup." Videl handed him a rag, Gohan sighed and started the dishes.
Videl smiled at him and left to go to their bedroom but not before reminding Pan that she had to wake up early the next day.
Pan groaned because if there's one thing she hates it's waking up early. She could never understand why some people would actually like getting up at ungodly hours (any time before ten a.m. is ungodly to her).
The next day Pan begrudgingly woke up forty five minutes earlier than usual and left for her school. When she made it she noticed that most of her class was already there including Rose and Pen. She then looked around and saw that everybody in her class was dressed formally, even the jocks. 'Great. Now I'll stick out like a sore thumb, Bulma will notice me, and then I'll stick out even more.' She sighed to herself.
Pan walked over to them and greeted them and then motioned to everybody around them, "So everyone decided to dress up. I guess I didn't get the memo."
"What's got you in a bad mood?" Rose asked.
"I had to wake up early that's what. If you guys hadn't noticed, I'm not a morning person."
Rose unaffected by Pan's snappy behavior smiled at her, "Cheer up you can sleep on the bus, besides this week is going to be great I just know it."
Pan rolled her eyes at her friend's optimistic behavior. At that moment Pen decided to make his presence known by putting his arm around her waist.
"Three… two… one." Pan counted down and Pen snapped his arm back on one. Having his arm broken did not sound like a pleasant way to start his day.
"Hate to break it to you, Pen, but I'm pretty sure Pan will never like you that way."
"Hate to break it to you, Rose, but I'm pretty sure she will. After all, who could resist all of this?" Pen gestured to all of himself.
"I could resist all of that." Pan gestured to him in the same manner that he did just moments before.
"That was probably the shortest time interval between rejections, it's a record Pad."
"You are correct; this means that Pan's patience is running thin." Pad continued, "At the rate that Pen is going there is a fifty-two percent chance that Pan will cause him bodily harm before the end of the day."
Pan turned to them, "Note, Pad it's actually a much higher percentage than that." She looked over to Pen who was flexing his muscles, "I'd say that it's a ninety-six percent chance, with a very high probability that I'll damage his arms."
With that the quarter Saiyan turned back to Rose, leaving behind a pair of very flustered nerds.
Finally after about fifteen minutes the buses arrived. Mr. Vector and Mr. Hertz took roll call to see if everybody was there. Everybody was there.
"All right you guys form two single file lines so we can get you on the buses with as little casualties as possible." Mr. Vector commanded remembering the last time they went on a field trip. You'd think that as high schoolers they would grow out of pushing and shoving to get to the back seat of the bus, but they've proved him wrong before. 'I'm getting too old for this.' He thought.
Both teachers handed everybody a sheet of paper as they got onto the buses. The students groaned as they read the assignment on the sheet of paper. One boy named Measuring Ruler spoke up to complain, "Hey what gives, I thought we get an A for showing up?"
The other students made noises of agreement.
"Sit down Measuring, this assignment is from Mrs. Briefs herself. It's not hard at all, you write an essay with minimum of one paragraph to a maximum of four pages on what you learned this week. It's due at the end of this field trip." Mr. Vector explained. He then looked to all the students, "Any questions? None? Good. Then off we go."
The buses then departed from the parking lot.
Pan, seated next to Rose, decided to catch up on her sleep, Rose was texting a friend that was seated on the other bus and Pen was talking to one of his jock friends about sports. Rose put down her phone and turned to the sleeping form of the brunette next to her, Pan's eyebrows were furrowed and her lips formed a frown. She was having a nightmare.
"No… don't… please… not the Almighty Frying Pan of DespairTM." Pan muttered in her sleep.
Rose looked at her strangely.
Pan's face relaxed into a smile and soon a smirk. In her dream she had ascended to the level of Super Saiyan and destroyed the evil frying pans that were chasing her. To ascend is Pan's goal. She already possesses the strength of a Super Saiyan but she's never transformed. As a little girl when she had first seen her grandpa transform it was like nothing she had ever seen before, it was incredible the power that radiated off of him when he was done. The very earth shook beneath his feet while powering up, she knew her grandpa was the strongest person in the world then. She later found that her father, uncle, and his best friend and his father could do the same thing. She then decided that she would stop at nothing to ascend. To become a Super Saiyan would be proving her worth; she hated that during the Grand Tour she always had to be rescued by Trunks and her grandfather. She hated the feeling being weak and powerless, having to have others fight her battles for her, foes overlooking her and not considering her a threat or even a challenge. The day she ascends is the the day that she'll fight with the big boys. That day is coming soon, she can almost taste it.
Pan woke up with a start covering her ears at the shrill sound of the megaphone that Mr. Vector was using. "Students collect your things, we've arrived." Everyone started standing and stretching as much as they could in the limited space. "Good. Now I want you guys to exit in an orderly manner and not like a pack of wild and misbehaved banshees."
The students got up and started exiting the buses and soon everybody was standing outside of the Capsule Corporations gate. Everyone felt the anticipation swelling inside of them, though Pan's was more anxiety if anything. Then, true to her plan, she stood behind a group of jocks and lowered her ki. She could feel Bulma's ki approaching the front door. 'This is it.' She told herself, and…
"Hello my name is Bulma Briefs though I'm sure you already knew that. You guys must be the high school class that will be staying here this week, well you all can call me Bulma." She then went through a quick introduction and explanation of the field trip while in the back of her mind she was wondering why everybody was dressed so formally, 'It's a field trip not a business meeting.' She chuckled to herself.
"Does anyone have any questions?" she inquired.
A hand immediately shot up.
"Yes?"
"Is Trunks Briefs around?" It was Angelica who asked this question.
'Figures.' Bulma smiled, "Actually he's at the office neck deep in paperwork. He won't be returning until late at night,"
There were many sighs of disappointment from the girls in the group at this.
"Well anyways we should get a move on. So follow me inside." Bulma led them inside the building. When they entered the foyer everyone stared around in awe.
'Give me a break it's just a foyer.' Pan rolled her eyes.
"First I will give a short tour of the place and then you will be assighned rooms." Bulma told them.
So the group of students took a tour of the building. Bulma showed them the labs(entry not permitted), the kitchens(entry permitted on occasions), the indoor garden that looked like a tropical rainforest(entry permitted), the gym(entry permitted),the pool(entry permitted), the guest wing(entry permitted), the gravity room(entry never permitted), and many other areas where entry may or may not be permitted.
"So now that you know where everything is I will give you all a keycard that will grant you access to the guest rooms for the duration of the trip. You will all form a single file line and I will give you a card that has your room number on it."
Everybody did as told without complaint, much to Vector's annoyance.
"They never listen to me like that." He complained.
The line was moving at a rapid pace and Pan, who was at the very end of the line, began to get more nervous with each passing second. Next thing she knew there were only a few students ahead of her, 'Oh no here it comes.'
Finally it was her turn and just when Bulma was about to greet her Pan quietly whispered to her.
"Pleas pretend you don't know me I'll explain later."
Bulma closed her mouth and nodded.