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Bura-sama
Wednesday. May. 29. 2002
Monday. June. 03. 2002

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Warnings: Eh.. My poor excuse for humor. There's death in the second chapter. Sex in the third. Some implied shounen-ai in the first chapter (for humor only). Eh... Cell comes off as a child molester... O__o No Pan bashing, no one is paired with anyone non-cannon (except the obvious). This is Nappa and Pan.

When the Fog Lifts, When the Smoke Fades
Chapter Three

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"They haven't all been about my mother and Son Goku." Marron was saying as the sun started to dip below the horizon. "I was going to wait until Pan got here, but it looks like she's not coming. Anyway," she paused and looked out the window. "You were in the one I had last night."

Bra turned to her and raised one eyebrow skeptically. "Since when did you become such a perv, Marron?"

Marron turned a brilliant shade of red and looked away. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant, I dreamed about you and your father!"

Bra's skeptic look turned into one of shock and disgust, "Daddy?!"

Marron turned redder and had a somewhat pained look on her face, "No! I mean, you were taking over the world together!" Bra's look flattened out, and Marron felt that it was safe to continue. "You walked up to your father while he was training, and told him that you needed his help to conquer Earth."

"So did we do it?" Bra asked with a bored tone. Her eyes were glittering with 'evil.'

"I don't know. I woke up before it was over. It started to scare me when Trunks started helping you."

"Trunks? Trunks was helping me and my father take over the world?"

"Yeah, it was weird. Your dad didn't think he would at first, since he was, and I quote," She took a second to clear her throat. "'Too influenced by Kakarot and his brats.'"

Marron cracked a smile, and soon both she and Bra were rolling on the floor laughing.

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He didn't notice her at first. She came in with a stream of others from all over the universe. She had crisp black hair and sniffling black eyes. Her face held an unnatural pallor to it and her cheeks looked sunken in. Her eyes were red from her tears, some of which were still falling. Her red shirt was torn, singed, and dirty. Blood smeared her skin from below her shirt to the top of her pants.

In short, she was easy prey.

Cell grinned, he always did love a good chase, and that girl seemed capable of giving him a good time. She was older than he liked them, probably around fifteen. His eyes narrowed in thought as she looked somewhat familiar...

He took a step forward, intending to go after the girl, but a highly amused laugh from behind drew his attention away, "Hey, Cell! Get over here, we're rewinding the tape!"

Cell glowered at Frieza. They all knew how much he hated the tape. He looked back to the gates of Hell and could not see the girl. He growled softly to himself and stomped over to where Frieza and a few of the Ginyu Force were clustered about a portable television. On the screen, humans had dressed up in costumes and were wearing ridiculously too big masks as they showed everyone how Mr. Satan had defeated Cell.

Cell ground his teeth together. The insult was making his blood boil, but supposedly this was a hot item on Earth. He looked fleetingly at Frieza and his merry men before trying to find the girl again.

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Pan tried to make the tears stop as she watched her shoe scuff on the dirt below her. Her attempts were futile, though. It was all coming down on her too hard and too fast. She had too much life left to live, too much life for her to be in Hell. But, there wasn't anything she could do to help the situation. The Enma guy had mistaken her for someone else, and she was condemned because of it. She watched with curious fascination as her tears landed on the hard ground below her, making misshapen little dark puddles when they struck.

She continued to walk, not bothering to look where she was going. The tears evaporated after a few seconds on the ground, and that fact seemed to depress Pan even more. Not paying attention, she walked directly into something...

He had bluish-green skin, and dark green hair that was tied back behind him. He was staring down at her with dark eyes and an unreadable expression.

... or someone.

He was attractive, that Pan wasn't going to deny, but there was something about him...

He was wearing some sort of armor that looked ridiculous, and a-- Pan stopped cold. What kind of man wears a tiara?

"One who is very self-assured, or one who can kick your ass if you said anything about it." Pan whirled in shock and looked at the small orange-brown thing standing nearby that merely shrugged its shoulders under her stare.

She turned back to the pretty-boy and almost flinched under his stare. "And tell me, human, what kind of girl doesn't have any breasts?"

The comment stung, and Pan self-consciously brought her hands up to hide her chest. The blue-green man grabbed her wrist and jerked her into the air, laughing coldly. She writhed, trying desperately to get her arm loose. The man brought his other hand to her face in a hard smack and Pan cringed. She could hear a crowd of people behind her shouting out "Go, Zarbon!"

Pan shuddered all over, and felt the tears double in number. Zarbon was bringing his hand toward her again, and Pan knew she had to act fast. Pushing all of her weight up, she kicked outward and smirked in satisfaction as her shoe connected with Zarbon's chin.

He immediately dropped her, and she took the opportunity to scramble away from the scene. She could hear his curses from behind her as she made her way through the crowd.

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It was hard to miss the scene of Zarbon getting his face kicked in by a slip of a girl. Cell smirked at the thought of catching her. It was true what he had said about the girl, she did indeed have a flat chest. Cell's smirk brightened. He didn't mind that fact, almost liked them with a flat chest.

She was walking his way, and Cell seized the opportunity. He grabbed hold of her arm and wiped her tears away. "Don't cry, girl."

She looked up at him with fear and anger. "I am not a little girl!" She punched wildly at him, missing by miles.

He ran a finger through her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes, "Leave me alone." Her eyes opened and she looked more angry than scared of him.

That bothered Cell. They were all supposed to be scared of him. He gripped a fistful of her hair and pulled on it tightly. She struggled in his vice-grip. "LEAVE --" She stopped struggling. " -- ME --" Cell frowned as the girl lowered her eyebrows in concentration. "ALONE!!" He suddenly realized that she was gathering her power and immediately dropped the girl as the blast recoiled out of her hands and struck him in the shoulder. It hurt and stung his flesh.

Grunting in pain, he looked up to see a retreating dark head of hair. He growled low in his throat and brought a hand to the wound on his shoulder. "Hell have her. I've no use for the bitch anymore."

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Pan was angry as she felt the stinging in her hands. Somehow, ki blasts felt different than they had when she was alive. But that was not why she was angry. That... that BUG had sexually harassed her and it made her sick to think that he'd gotten away with it before. And that green-blue FROG thing had called her flat-chested!

Pan felt her arms cross in front of her chest by their own free will. I'm not that vain. I don't care. I'm still young. I'm not a child. I'm not vain. I'm NOT!! Nausea twisted in her gut and she wanted to retch up the feeling of inadequacy. It had always bothered her, it had always been in the back of her mind that she didn't --

"Hey, kid." She spun around at the sound of the voice, and her breath stilled in her throat. "That was pretty something what you did to Cell."

Pan's vision was swimming as she felt the darkness encroach on her mind. She collapsed into a heap in front of the people before her.

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END CHAPTER THREE

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