HI everyone. Sorry for the late update. Ok on with the story.
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Splat! Splat! Splat! Bra's goggles, pants, and hair were hit by orange paint.
"Ahhh! My hair!" she yelled, rubbing the orange spot in her blue hair.
"Sorry bra." Pan laughed.
"I'm going to go find a restroom so I can wash this out.!" Bra continued shouting as she walked off.
Pan quickly floated up the tree she was hiding behind. She now crouched down on a high, yet very thick branch. Pan had a great view of the arena. She was completely untouched by paintballs and proud of it.
Pan searched the arena for any signs of Trunks or Goten. Then something caught her eye.
Something she never thought she would see.
Or hear.
Splat!
Black paint covered her goggles. Her hands shot up immideatly, more out of reflex then choice. But the next shot hit her stomach, then finally the third shot hit her just below the neck and knocked her out of the tree.
She would have scremed if the shot to the stomach hadn't knocked the wind out of her. Before she could think to fly she hit the ground hard. Suddenly she heard foot steps.
"Hey you ok? I didn't mean to knock you down." A male voice apologised.
Pan climbed up quickly.
"No that's ok. But you're the first person to ever hit me." She said while wiping her goggles off.
"Wow, I guess I should feel proud." He laughed.
"You better." Pan said and looked up at him finally.
He was a tall guy, looked about 18 and had short brown spiked hair. She noticed he need a shave too.
"Names David." He said with his hands in his pockets.
"Mines pan." She replied, smiling.
"So tell me, whats a cute girl like you doing playing paintball?" he asked.
"Are you saying that a girl can't play paintball?" pan asked, a bit annoyied.
"Uh." Luckly he was saved.
"Hey pan, who hit you?" Trunks ran up and asked.
"This guy, his name's David. He knocked me out of the tree." She explianed.
"What are you trying to do? Kill my girlfriend?" Trunks laughed while putting his arms around pan.
"Hey sorry man. If I had known I wouldn't have hit on her." David said, backing up.
"You were hitting on me?" pan asked.
"Yea and I must be pretty bad at it if you didn't even know." He laughed.
"Don't worry about it. I hit on her for weeks and she never noticed. I finally had to just come right out and kiss her." Trunks said.
"Hey wait a minute, I kissed you first." Pan pointed out.
"Oh yeah." Trunks laughed, rubbing his head in embassement.
Pan kissed his cheek and giggled.
"Its ok, I enjoyied them both." She said.
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Pan quietly shut the door then removed her shoes and silently tiptoed up to her room. Just as she had for the last week.
Every night since her uncle got back she had been going out dancing with him, trunks and david. It was three fifteen in the morning.
Pan groaned, she was exhausted and she would have to get up in less then three hours.
"Its worth it though." She though as she kicked off her red leather pants and threw her black spagetti strap shirt into a pile on the floor.
As she ploped down on her bed, she pulled her blanket over herself and fell asleep almost before she closed her eyes.
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"Ms.son wake up!"
"Huh?" Pan's head shot up and her eyes poped opened.
"Try and stay awake in my class." Mr. Anderson said coldy.
Pan picked up her textbook and hide her face behind it for the rest of the period.
Marron cought up with her at the end of the last period.
"Whats with you latly?" Marron asked pan out in the hall.
"I'm just not getting much sleep." Pan expilaned groogily.
"I meet this guy last week and hes got me and Trunks going out partying every night." She continued.
"Wow. Who is this guy?" Marron asked curisly.
"Just some guy I meet at paintball."
"Oh ok."
The two walked out of the school and towards the parking lot. Niether noticed the dark luminish figure standing by the flagpole watching them.
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Well what did you think? I know it's a little short but the next one will be longer to make up for it.
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Splat! Splat! Splat! Bra's goggles, pants, and hair were hit by orange paint.
"Ahhh! My hair!" she yelled, rubbing the orange spot in her blue hair.
"Sorry bra." Pan laughed.
"I'm going to go find a restroom so I can wash this out.!" Bra continued shouting as she walked off.
Pan quickly floated up the tree she was hiding behind. She now crouched down on a high, yet very thick branch. Pan had a great view of the arena. She was completely untouched by paintballs and proud of it.
Pan searched the arena for any signs of Trunks or Goten. Then something caught her eye.
Something she never thought she would see.
Or hear.
Splat!
Black paint covered her goggles. Her hands shot up immideatly, more out of reflex then choice. But the next shot hit her stomach, then finally the third shot hit her just below the neck and knocked her out of the tree.
She would have scremed if the shot to the stomach hadn't knocked the wind out of her. Before she could think to fly she hit the ground hard. Suddenly she heard foot steps.
"Hey you ok? I didn't mean to knock you down." A male voice apologised.
Pan climbed up quickly.
"No that's ok. But you're the first person to ever hit me." She said while wiping her goggles off.
"Wow, I guess I should feel proud." He laughed.
"You better." Pan said and looked up at him finally.
He was a tall guy, looked about 18 and had short brown spiked hair. She noticed he need a shave too.
"Names David." He said with his hands in his pockets.
"Mines pan." She replied, smiling.
"So tell me, whats a cute girl like you doing playing paintball?" he asked.
"Are you saying that a girl can't play paintball?" pan asked, a bit annoyied.
"Uh." Luckly he was saved.
"Hey pan, who hit you?" Trunks ran up and asked.
"This guy, his name's David. He knocked me out of the tree." She explianed.
"What are you trying to do? Kill my girlfriend?" Trunks laughed while putting his arms around pan.
"Hey sorry man. If I had known I wouldn't have hit on her." David said, backing up.
"You were hitting on me?" pan asked.
"Yea and I must be pretty bad at it if you didn't even know." He laughed.
"Don't worry about it. I hit on her for weeks and she never noticed. I finally had to just come right out and kiss her." Trunks said.
"Hey wait a minute, I kissed you first." Pan pointed out.
"Oh yeah." Trunks laughed, rubbing his head in embassement.
Pan kissed his cheek and giggled.
"Its ok, I enjoyied them both." She said.
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Pan quietly shut the door then removed her shoes and silently tiptoed up to her room. Just as she had for the last week.
Every night since her uncle got back she had been going out dancing with him, trunks and david. It was three fifteen in the morning.
Pan groaned, she was exhausted and she would have to get up in less then three hours.
"Its worth it though." She though as she kicked off her red leather pants and threw her black spagetti strap shirt into a pile on the floor.
As she ploped down on her bed, she pulled her blanket over herself and fell asleep almost before she closed her eyes.
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"Ms.son wake up!"
"Huh?" Pan's head shot up and her eyes poped opened.
"Try and stay awake in my class." Mr. Anderson said coldy.
Pan picked up her textbook and hide her face behind it for the rest of the period.
Marron cought up with her at the end of the last period.
"Whats with you latly?" Marron asked pan out in the hall.
"I'm just not getting much sleep." Pan expilaned groogily.
"I meet this guy last week and hes got me and Trunks going out partying every night." She continued.
"Wow. Who is this guy?" Marron asked curisly.
"Just some guy I meet at paintball."
"Oh ok."
The two walked out of the school and towards the parking lot. Niether noticed the dark luminish figure standing by the flagpole watching them.
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Well what did you think? I know it's a little short but the next one will be longer to make up for it.
