Warning!!! From now on the fic will have constant obscenities in it such as sex ref. and personal insults among characters. Imagine it a chapter 7 all over again, only all the time. Note the "R" rating. The other thing is, most of the sick jokes/events you will see happened at one point in time to me or people I know. Perhaps not with the intensity as will be seen in the fic, but they are REAL!! ^_^
This is a long chapter. About 4000 words!
A lot of people said that the last chapter was cute. Umm....I'm told that I can be cute, but I'm usually either mopey or being an idiot.
Dr. SQUEE: I've never heard of an OOC review. Odd...
And lastly, despite what the Z-senshi assume, Pan and Vegeta have not had sex yet! (Poor Vegeta....)
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He undressed down to his boxers and climbed in and pulled her close to his chest causing her to blush a deep shade of pink. They soon fell asleep.
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Pan woke up to Vegeta prodding her. He was continually poking her in the side with his index finger. 'Fuck off, Vegeta!' she yelled groggily. He smirked and relented his attack.
'Look,' he ordered and pointed to Pan's waist.
'What!?' Pan looked down and gasped. 'My tail!!! It's moving on its own!!' She tried to move it herself and was rewarded when it stiffened. 'Vegeta!!! I can move my tail again!!!!' Pan cheered for a while before Vegeta broke in.
'School starts soon. Allow me to carry you to the bathroom so that you may wash.' Without waiting for an answer he picked her up and carried her down the hall to a large bathroom. He none-too-gently stripped her of her clothes and dumped him into an already full tub of bubbles and hot water.
'Vegeta!!!' He looked at her with a fake "what did I do?" look on his face. 'You know what you did! Can you leave now? I'd like some privacy! I'll call you when I'm ready to get out.' Vegeta nodded and left.
30 Minutes later Pan had washed and even managed to dress herself and was in the process of trying to get down the stairs. She had to cling to the banister and rely on it to support her full weight as she very slowly moved her legs forward to the next step. It took nearly ten minutes to get down the stairs, but she was proud of herself. When she got to the bottom she saw Vegeta eating in the kitchen.
'Hey!! You started without me!' He looked at her before stuffing another pancake into his mouth. He motioned for her to come with his finger. Pan didn't feel like crawling over to him, so she just floated to where he was. Sure, she could have floated down the stairs, but she wanted to be about to live without the need of ki at every turn. She sat in a chair and began to eat the food which was piled on the table. 'So, Vegeta,' Pan said in between mouthfuls of food. 'How am I getting to school?' Vegeta finished the food he was chewing at that moment.
'We'll fly there every day, and you'll go to class in your wheelchair. I asked, and the school is totally wheelchair accessible.' Pan nodded. After another hour of eating, they left. Pan had a bag full of books and other school stuff.
It was only a one minute flight to the school. It was a large school with only one storey, but with very large grounds. They set down behind a large hedge that grew to the side of the building. Vegeta de-capsuleized Pan's wheel chair and put her down in it. They wheeled around to the entrance where students were gathered. As the two entered the lobby a few students looked at them, but lost interest soon after. Vegeta walked up to a door marked "Office" and pushed it open and wheeled Pan in. He looked at the secretary.
'You! Pan here needs her schedule.' he demanded rudely.
'Vegeta! Be polite.' Vegeta ignored her. The secretary looked at the two and decided to ignore Vegeta's lack of manners.
'Year?' she asked in a piercing voice.
'6th,' answered Pan.
'6th? Aren't you a bit young to be in 6th year?'
'I'm older than I look, and I was skipped a year.' The secretary looked at Pan a bit more then handed her a sheet of paper from a neat stack on her desk.
'Here you go. You're new, right? Just ask any other student or staff member if you get lost.' Pan nodded and Vegeta wheeled her out.
'What do you have first?' asked Vegeta gruffly.
'Japanese, then maths, then history, then a 15 minute break, then science, then English, then geography, then a 1 hour lunch break, then triple P.E. Each class is 35 minutes long.' Vegeta nodded and headed for the Japanese room. Once at the door he flashed her a very quick smile before scowling again and walking away. 'Vegeta! Are you gonna leave now?'
'Don't worry, Pan. You'll be fine. It's only a minute from the house. I've gotta go now.' He turned and left. Pan sighed and wheeled herself into the classroom. It was half full of students chatting in groups. Pan had to admit that she was very nervous. She was a cripple alone in a room with a bunch of people she didn't know and it was the first day of school. The room was perfectly flat floored and had a series of desks and chairs in semi-neat rows. She spotted a desk with no chair and wheeled into it. A minute went past and about ten more students had arrived when a teacher and the headmaster came in.
'Can we have silence please?' asked the headmaster. The class didn't notice him. 'Can we settle down now?' he said louder. Nothing. He lent over to the teacher. 'This happens every year. May as well shout.' The teacher chuckled. The bald headmaster took in a deep breath. 'SHUT UP THE LOT OF YA!!!' The class slowly quietened down. He cleared his throat. 'Hello and welcome back to a new year at Golden Sun. I am here to announce that the P.E teacher, Ms. Loafer and the English teacher, Mr. Shu are both gone and that new replacements are here. You must treat them with respect as both have never taught before. Bye for now, and have a good year.' The whole class broke out in a cheer when they heard that Mr. Shu was at long last gone. The headmaster walked out and entered the class across the hall, presumably to pass the same message to the other classes.
The teacher, Mr. Clog, began to speak to the class. 'Class, we have two new students this year. Son Pan and Marianna....what?'
A Brazilian looking girl with black hair and black eyes piped up. 'Marianna is the name, Mari for short. Hi!'
'Right. Would Pan and Mari please step up and introduce them to the class?' Pan scowled and cleared her throat. The teacher looked over at her and flushed with embarrassment. 'I'm terribly sorry, Pan! I didn't notice you were in a wheelchair. Very well. You may introduce yourself from your desk Pan.'
'Umm...Hi. I'm Pan and I just moved to this school. I live about 30 minutes away from here. I turned 17 yesterday. I enjoy working out and metal music. I'm in a wheelchair because of an accident I had. As a result I have many permanent scars. I'm recovering and probably will only need it for a month or so.' said Pan softly to the class.
'I'm Marianna, I'm from Brazil...I'm a hyper person...I love talking to people, even though I'm kinda cold if I don't know them...I talk a lot....oh and I love to say hi to random people I don't know!' With that she sat back down.
With the introductions over, class began. Being the first class of the first day there was very little actual work to be done. About 15 minute into the class Pan began to feel sick. She tried to ignore it, but it soon became so bad she felt like puking. She raised her hand. 'Yes, Pan?' asked Mr Clog.
'Sir, I'm feeling sick. May I get some fresh air?'
'Go ahead, Pan. You won't be missing any work. Do you want someone to go with you?'
'No, I'll be fine by myself.'
'Very well. Be back before the end of class.'
'Thanks,' she said as she wheeled herself out into the hall. It was filled with lockers. She wheeled herself around the broad corridors. She felt better after a few minutes and was returning to her class when voices distracted her. She peered around a corner to see a tall boy with mid-length shaggy brown hair talking to an equally tall boy.
'Look, I'm the hall monitor, and I say you're cutting class and I'm giving you a detention. If you have a problem with it, we can take it the headmaster.' said the hall monitor.
'I was late you numskull! I'm always late!' yelled the one with the hair.
'I don't care. You can be suspended if you refuse to go to class,' said the hall guy in a matter-of-fact manner.
'Shut the fuck up before I bitchslap you like I bitchslapped yer ma last night.' The hall guy looked offended.
'Take that back!'
'She had a mouth like a hoover. Your sister was better though. That was before I found out she had a cock, of course,' the one with the hair sneered. The hall guy threw a punch at him, but the hair dude dodged. The hall guy continued to punch at the hair dude, but kept missing. Pan checked his power level and got a surprised look on her face. This guy was several hundred times stronger than a normal human. *And that jock hall guy thinks he can beat him. Ha!* Eventually the jock gave up trying to hit the other guy and walked off muttering under his breath. The hair dude smirked in triumph. It was then he noticed Pan.
'Hey there!'
'Uhh...hi.' Pan wheeled herself up to him.
'You new here?' Pan nodded. 'I thought so. I'm Mark.'
'I'm Pan.'
'So Pan, what class are you meant to be in at the moment?' asked Mark.
'Japanese.'
'Jap? That's what I've got. Are you in 6th year?' Pan nodded.
'Yeah. I was skipped a year. I'm 17. I know I look 15, but...what the hey? I like the way you handled that guy. Both with the insult and the dodging. How did you move so fast? asked Pan, trying to see how he'd react.
'I'm just a slippery bastard. A fast one at that,' he answered, cleverly dodging the question. Pan decided to be blunt.
'Look, I know that your power level is far above average. Explain it to me.' Mark look surprised. It soon passed.
'How can you sense my power level?'
'I just can. I want to test it. Attack me.' said Pan.
'What!? No!'
'Do it, or I'll attack you. I can tell that you're a fighter of some kind. You are several hundred times stronger than a normal person.'
'So you can sense ki also? I'm not a fighter though...I won't attack you. Your power level isn't high. And you're in a chair.'
'My ki is suppressed. Just do it.'
'...........Alright. But I don't like the idea. Don't blame me if you get hurt.' He let loose a flurry of poor punches, all of which Pan blocked with ease. She could tell he was not a fighter. He stopped after about 5 seconds. He stared at her in shock. 'How are you so strong? You blocked every one of those with only one hand!' Pan smiled at him.
'Let's get back to class before that stupid jock comes back,' suggested Pan. Mark thought about pressing it further, but decided that she was simply stronger than him.
The two arrived back in class. 'Welcome back, Pan. Oh, hello, Mark. Late as always? Lets not have a repeat of the last 5 years? There's a seat next to Gerald. Take that,' said Mr. Clog. Mark groaned.
'Not Gerry sir! He's a baka and I hate him!'
'Go!' said Mr. Clog more firmly.
'Fine.' Mark relented and sat next to the large kid called Gerald.
Class ended shortly after and everybody went to the next class. Marianna was assigned to help Pan for as long as need be, and she happily agreed. She and Pan had a brief chat on the way to maths. Once inside the old bald teacher told them to get their books out. He asked Pan and Mari about themselves at the end of class. They said a little to him and he said that because they were both new he'd let them off homework for the day. He gave the rest of the class questions 4-23 though. 'Sir! That's not fair!' whined Mark.
'Yes it is. They're new. Besides, this homework is easy,' said Gerald.
'Shut up Gerry or I'll give ya a slap!' He turned back to the teacher. 'Sir, I think we should get no work,'
'Do ya hear that Sir!? He shouted at me!' complained Gerald.
'I mean it Gerry!! I'll bitchslap your ass from here to Timbuktu! Don't you think so sir?'
Mr. Sandle sighed. 'Fine. No homework for anyone today.' The class cheered and thanked Mark before leaving when the bell went.
Mari wheeled Pan to History, which had a larger attendance than the previous two. Pan asked Mark why that was. 'It's because half the class do dumbass maths and Jap. We're in honours, but there is only one level in history, so the whole class is here.' Pan looked at the new members of the class and spotted one that she knew.
'Oh my god! Carl!?' she shouted out loud. Carl looked up at her and did a double take. He rushed over to her.
'PAN!? What happened to you!? What happened after the concert? I heard that you were hurt and that you eloped with Vegeta. Did you really!?' Pan's face went beet red when the entire class shut up and were looking at her.
'Carl!! Why did you have to say that out loud?' she whispered to him, followed by a loud 'Eloped?! Baka!!! Of course not! I was hurt, but I'm fine now.' for the class to hear. It was then the history teacher, Mr. Flipper started class. 'We'll continue this discussion later, Carl. 'Til then, keep your mouth shut!' Carl nodded and went back to his seat. A half hour later the bell rang. Carl and Pan went alone to a bench outside for break. She told Carl some of what happened after the concert, leaving out the "I'm now eternally bonded to Vegeta and I love him more than life itself" part. 'And if you tell anyone that I'm here, including Simon, Ozzy, or anyone else, I'll kill you.' To illustrate her point she formed a tiny ki blast and flicked it at Carl's arm. It singed the hairs on it and he jumped back.
'Bitch. Fine, I won't tell anybody that you're here.' The bell went and they went back to class. The next three classes were uneventful. The new English teacher was sound and liked by the students. For lunch the whole school had to go to the dinner hall. Pan saw that the school was rather small (only about 200 students). She had consulted Vegeta about it, and they had both decided to eat well at breakfast, have a very light snack at school, and eat as soon as school ended so as to not attract attention to themselves because of their Saiya-jin appetites. Pan headed to a small shed on the grounds. She was told that this was the 6th year common room. A blond in her class had told her that the "troublemakers" hung out there. That was what made her like the sound of it. When she got inside she saw a group of people over in the corner in a circle chanting 'Chug! Chug! Chug!' The room was painted black with drawings of numerous things on the walls ranging from bloodied skulls and shrunken heads, to cupids drinking and slogans. She made her way over to them and saw Mark and a girl sitting cross-legged on the floor chugging whiskey as fast as possible. The girl beat Mark and quickly stood up, only to fall over again.
'Oops...maybe I shouldn'ta drunk the whole thing?' she said while laughing. Pan knew from experience that it would only be a matter of time before the girl was sick. With the excitement over, many of the students either left or sat down on one of the several sofas. Two began a conversation with Pan.
'So....Pan, is it?' Pan nodded. 'What bands do you like?' asked a girl in a Pantera hoodie. She had tied back black hair and an eyebrow ring.
'I like Pantera, Kitty, Pandemonium...anything heavy really. I play the electric guitar. I'm very good too.'
'Cool. I'm Angela. I like most heavy stuff and I play bass.'
'I'm Matt. I like the same stuff and I'm on electric,' said the guy who came with Angela. He had hair that was just barely long enough to tie back, he wore a T-shirt with the slogan "God blesses but Satan cares" with an old leather jacket over it.
'Hi Matt, Angela. Nice to meet you.'
Pan, Matt and Angela talked for the next 50 minutes before the bell rang. Pan was going to go to study since she was crippled, but a girl in her year told her that the P.E teacher had insisted that she come. Pan let out an exasperated sigh. 'Fine! I'll give that fucker a piece of my mind.'
15 minutes later the whole year was on the outdoor track awaiting the arrival of the new P.E teacher. Pan was among them in the middle of the baseball pitch when a voice rang through the air. 'Alright, brats! Get into a single file line in front of me!!!!'
*Oh no..* thought Pan. She turned around and sure enough, there was Vegeta dressed in shorts and an airtex white shirt with a whistle around his neck. Vegeta directed his gaze to Pan. He smirked at her horrified look and approached her. 'Hello Pan. I bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?' Pan couldn't say anything for a few seconds due to the shock.
'Vegeta?! What are you doing here?'
'Well, I'm not going to leave you all alone while my son is out there. He may come after you, so I got a job here. While I'm training your class you can meditate or watch me. Whatever you wish.'
With that Vegeta went over to the messy line that the class had formed. Carl waved at him and Vegeta smirked back. 'LISTEN UP YOU WEAKLINGS!! MY NAME IS VEGETA, BUT YOU MAY ADDRESS ME AS "SIR" OR AS "SENSEI", GOT IT!?!' The entire class nodded. A girl raised her hand.
'Yes?'
'Sir, are you with Pan?' Pan and Vegeta face faulted. *Thanks a lot, Carl!* thought Pan angrily.
'WHETHER I AM OR NOT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!!!
One of the "troublemakers" sniggered. Vegeta marched over to him. 'What may I ask is so funny!!? The kid looked down at Vegeta and tried to keep from laughing. 'Oh I see! It's because I'm 5"2, isn't it?' stated Vegeta in his dark voice, but with an evil grin.
'I'm sorry Sir, but you act all tough, but you're at least a head shorter than everyone else except for 2 or 3. It breathtakingly funny!' Vegeta smirked darkly.
'Really? You know what else is breathtaking?' The student shook his head. 'A punch in the stomach.' "Huh?" was all the boy managed to say before Vegeta punched him in the gut. He went flying for about 5 feet and skidded for at least 10. 'Let this be an example to you all of what happens to people who disrespect me. Now run 25 laps around the field!! The last one to finish gets to be an example!!' The class needed no further persuasion and immediately got running. It was a hot day, so they would be sweating like pigs. He motioned for Pan to come to him. She wheeled over to him and he took a seat in the bleachers.
'So Pan, how did your first day go?' asked Vegeta. Pan shrugged.
'It went ok, I guess. You see Mark over there, the guy in first place?' Vegeta nodded. 'He's very strong for a human. I can detect high power levels from Angela and Matt too.'
'Yes, I noticed. I will keep a close eye on them. I thought I should let you know that I will stop my training for the time being. I should be resting, not tiring myself. My spirit energy is still far from full power. I suspect that it will take long to replenish it all.' The rest of the class went on like normal. Vegeta made them do push ups and many other things involving strength. The class wasn't sure about what to make of him. He was short, had weird hair, an odd looking belt, and brain damage, but he was headstrong, proud and had powerful muscles.
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It was 4:00 and Vegeta and Pan had just arrived home.
'Are you gonna cook, Vegeta?' asked Pan.
'Yes. As much as I think you should do it, I cannot expect you to. Go watch TV or something.' Vegeta then left and closed the kitchen door behind him. Pan went into the sitting room, closed the curtains, turned off the light and got onto the couch and turned on the TV. She settled on watching a movie. She unconsciously swished her tail about her. When the movie was over she pulled herself back into the chair and went into the kitchen. The place was a mess. Flour was all over the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling. She saw Vegeta on the phone.
'VEGETA!!!! What do you think you're doing!?'
'Ordering a pizza! Hello? Yes I want fifteen 16-inch pizzas with everything on them. What?! How the hell am I supposed to know? NO! I will not take orders from a pathetic human!!!' roared Vegeta into the phone. Pan sighed and took the phone from him.
'Hello? Sorry about him. He's....short tempered. Our address is 245, Sun Street. Our phone number is 4535707. Thanks.' Pan hung up. 'There! Now clean up this mess, Vegeta! I don't know how you cooked for me the first time, but from now on I'm cooking. About 2 hours later the kitchen was clean. Vegeta had just put away the last of the cleaning equipment when the doorbell rang. Vegeta opened it. A scrawny looking dork with severe acne and thick glasses held all 15 pizzas in his arms. Vegeta took them from him.
'That'll be 135 zeni sir!'
'WHAT!? That much!? It's robbery! I should blast you to hell!!'
'Geez sir! Take a chill pill!'
'They don't work!! I took a chill pill once!! I was on the toilet for an hour!' yelled Vegeta. The dork sweatdropped. 'FINE! Here's you stupid money!' Vegeta threw the money in his face and slammed the door. As soon as he did he burst out laughing. 'HAHAHAHAHA!!!' His hysterical laughter attracted Pan.
'What's so funny?'
'Hahaha!! The pizza guy was being perfectly nice to me, and I was..(hahaha!!!) a total ass to him. Then I made a witty joke that made him think I was insane! The look on his face was priceless!!' Pan burst out laughing.
'That wasn't very nice, Vegeta. The poor guy is probably scared shitless.'
'As if you care,' said Vegeta once he had calmed down. 'You would have done the same thing.'
'Yeah. I would have. Let's eat these on the couch.' The two walked into the dark room and started to watch a movie. An hour later Vegeta was lying on the couch with Pan lying on top of him. Pan had the last slice of pizza in her hand and was slowly eating it. When she finished it she turned around so that she was looking Vegeta in the eye. She kissed him hard on the lips. They kissed for a long time before breaking apart.
'Yum. Pizza,' said Vegeta. Pan punched him playfully on the arm before snuggling into him and eventually falling asleep.
Ozzy-The one who's there when you need him the least, and runs off scared when you need him the most.
This is a long chapter. About 4000 words!
A lot of people said that the last chapter was cute. Umm....I'm told that I can be cute, but I'm usually either mopey or being an idiot.
Dr. SQUEE: I've never heard of an OOC review. Odd...
And lastly, despite what the Z-senshi assume, Pan and Vegeta have not had sex yet! (Poor Vegeta....)
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He undressed down to his boxers and climbed in and pulled her close to his chest causing her to blush a deep shade of pink. They soon fell asleep.
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Pan woke up to Vegeta prodding her. He was continually poking her in the side with his index finger. 'Fuck off, Vegeta!' she yelled groggily. He smirked and relented his attack.
'Look,' he ordered and pointed to Pan's waist.
'What!?' Pan looked down and gasped. 'My tail!!! It's moving on its own!!' She tried to move it herself and was rewarded when it stiffened. 'Vegeta!!! I can move my tail again!!!!' Pan cheered for a while before Vegeta broke in.
'School starts soon. Allow me to carry you to the bathroom so that you may wash.' Without waiting for an answer he picked her up and carried her down the hall to a large bathroom. He none-too-gently stripped her of her clothes and dumped him into an already full tub of bubbles and hot water.
'Vegeta!!!' He looked at her with a fake "what did I do?" look on his face. 'You know what you did! Can you leave now? I'd like some privacy! I'll call you when I'm ready to get out.' Vegeta nodded and left.
30 Minutes later Pan had washed and even managed to dress herself and was in the process of trying to get down the stairs. She had to cling to the banister and rely on it to support her full weight as she very slowly moved her legs forward to the next step. It took nearly ten minutes to get down the stairs, but she was proud of herself. When she got to the bottom she saw Vegeta eating in the kitchen.
'Hey!! You started without me!' He looked at her before stuffing another pancake into his mouth. He motioned for her to come with his finger. Pan didn't feel like crawling over to him, so she just floated to where he was. Sure, she could have floated down the stairs, but she wanted to be about to live without the need of ki at every turn. She sat in a chair and began to eat the food which was piled on the table. 'So, Vegeta,' Pan said in between mouthfuls of food. 'How am I getting to school?' Vegeta finished the food he was chewing at that moment.
'We'll fly there every day, and you'll go to class in your wheelchair. I asked, and the school is totally wheelchair accessible.' Pan nodded. After another hour of eating, they left. Pan had a bag full of books and other school stuff.
It was only a one minute flight to the school. It was a large school with only one storey, but with very large grounds. They set down behind a large hedge that grew to the side of the building. Vegeta de-capsuleized Pan's wheel chair and put her down in it. They wheeled around to the entrance where students were gathered. As the two entered the lobby a few students looked at them, but lost interest soon after. Vegeta walked up to a door marked "Office" and pushed it open and wheeled Pan in. He looked at the secretary.
'You! Pan here needs her schedule.' he demanded rudely.
'Vegeta! Be polite.' Vegeta ignored her. The secretary looked at the two and decided to ignore Vegeta's lack of manners.
'Year?' she asked in a piercing voice.
'6th,' answered Pan.
'6th? Aren't you a bit young to be in 6th year?'
'I'm older than I look, and I was skipped a year.' The secretary looked at Pan a bit more then handed her a sheet of paper from a neat stack on her desk.
'Here you go. You're new, right? Just ask any other student or staff member if you get lost.' Pan nodded and Vegeta wheeled her out.
'What do you have first?' asked Vegeta gruffly.
'Japanese, then maths, then history, then a 15 minute break, then science, then English, then geography, then a 1 hour lunch break, then triple P.E. Each class is 35 minutes long.' Vegeta nodded and headed for the Japanese room. Once at the door he flashed her a very quick smile before scowling again and walking away. 'Vegeta! Are you gonna leave now?'
'Don't worry, Pan. You'll be fine. It's only a minute from the house. I've gotta go now.' He turned and left. Pan sighed and wheeled herself into the classroom. It was half full of students chatting in groups. Pan had to admit that she was very nervous. She was a cripple alone in a room with a bunch of people she didn't know and it was the first day of school. The room was perfectly flat floored and had a series of desks and chairs in semi-neat rows. She spotted a desk with no chair and wheeled into it. A minute went past and about ten more students had arrived when a teacher and the headmaster came in.
'Can we have silence please?' asked the headmaster. The class didn't notice him. 'Can we settle down now?' he said louder. Nothing. He lent over to the teacher. 'This happens every year. May as well shout.' The teacher chuckled. The bald headmaster took in a deep breath. 'SHUT UP THE LOT OF YA!!!' The class slowly quietened down. He cleared his throat. 'Hello and welcome back to a new year at Golden Sun. I am here to announce that the P.E teacher, Ms. Loafer and the English teacher, Mr. Shu are both gone and that new replacements are here. You must treat them with respect as both have never taught before. Bye for now, and have a good year.' The whole class broke out in a cheer when they heard that Mr. Shu was at long last gone. The headmaster walked out and entered the class across the hall, presumably to pass the same message to the other classes.
The teacher, Mr. Clog, began to speak to the class. 'Class, we have two new students this year. Son Pan and Marianna....what?'
A Brazilian looking girl with black hair and black eyes piped up. 'Marianna is the name, Mari for short. Hi!'
'Right. Would Pan and Mari please step up and introduce them to the class?' Pan scowled and cleared her throat. The teacher looked over at her and flushed with embarrassment. 'I'm terribly sorry, Pan! I didn't notice you were in a wheelchair. Very well. You may introduce yourself from your desk Pan.'
'Umm...Hi. I'm Pan and I just moved to this school. I live about 30 minutes away from here. I turned 17 yesterday. I enjoy working out and metal music. I'm in a wheelchair because of an accident I had. As a result I have many permanent scars. I'm recovering and probably will only need it for a month or so.' said Pan softly to the class.
'I'm Marianna, I'm from Brazil...I'm a hyper person...I love talking to people, even though I'm kinda cold if I don't know them...I talk a lot....oh and I love to say hi to random people I don't know!' With that she sat back down.
With the introductions over, class began. Being the first class of the first day there was very little actual work to be done. About 15 minute into the class Pan began to feel sick. She tried to ignore it, but it soon became so bad she felt like puking. She raised her hand. 'Yes, Pan?' asked Mr Clog.
'Sir, I'm feeling sick. May I get some fresh air?'
'Go ahead, Pan. You won't be missing any work. Do you want someone to go with you?'
'No, I'll be fine by myself.'
'Very well. Be back before the end of class.'
'Thanks,' she said as she wheeled herself out into the hall. It was filled with lockers. She wheeled herself around the broad corridors. She felt better after a few minutes and was returning to her class when voices distracted her. She peered around a corner to see a tall boy with mid-length shaggy brown hair talking to an equally tall boy.
'Look, I'm the hall monitor, and I say you're cutting class and I'm giving you a detention. If you have a problem with it, we can take it the headmaster.' said the hall monitor.
'I was late you numskull! I'm always late!' yelled the one with the hair.
'I don't care. You can be suspended if you refuse to go to class,' said the hall guy in a matter-of-fact manner.
'Shut the fuck up before I bitchslap you like I bitchslapped yer ma last night.' The hall guy looked offended.
'Take that back!'
'She had a mouth like a hoover. Your sister was better though. That was before I found out she had a cock, of course,' the one with the hair sneered. The hall guy threw a punch at him, but the hair dude dodged. The hall guy continued to punch at the hair dude, but kept missing. Pan checked his power level and got a surprised look on her face. This guy was several hundred times stronger than a normal human. *And that jock hall guy thinks he can beat him. Ha!* Eventually the jock gave up trying to hit the other guy and walked off muttering under his breath. The hair dude smirked in triumph. It was then he noticed Pan.
'Hey there!'
'Uhh...hi.' Pan wheeled herself up to him.
'You new here?' Pan nodded. 'I thought so. I'm Mark.'
'I'm Pan.'
'So Pan, what class are you meant to be in at the moment?' asked Mark.
'Japanese.'
'Jap? That's what I've got. Are you in 6th year?' Pan nodded.
'Yeah. I was skipped a year. I'm 17. I know I look 15, but...what the hey? I like the way you handled that guy. Both with the insult and the dodging. How did you move so fast? asked Pan, trying to see how he'd react.
'I'm just a slippery bastard. A fast one at that,' he answered, cleverly dodging the question. Pan decided to be blunt.
'Look, I know that your power level is far above average. Explain it to me.' Mark look surprised. It soon passed.
'How can you sense my power level?'
'I just can. I want to test it. Attack me.' said Pan.
'What!? No!'
'Do it, or I'll attack you. I can tell that you're a fighter of some kind. You are several hundred times stronger than a normal person.'
'So you can sense ki also? I'm not a fighter though...I won't attack you. Your power level isn't high. And you're in a chair.'
'My ki is suppressed. Just do it.'
'...........Alright. But I don't like the idea. Don't blame me if you get hurt.' He let loose a flurry of poor punches, all of which Pan blocked with ease. She could tell he was not a fighter. He stopped after about 5 seconds. He stared at her in shock. 'How are you so strong? You blocked every one of those with only one hand!' Pan smiled at him.
'Let's get back to class before that stupid jock comes back,' suggested Pan. Mark thought about pressing it further, but decided that she was simply stronger than him.
The two arrived back in class. 'Welcome back, Pan. Oh, hello, Mark. Late as always? Lets not have a repeat of the last 5 years? There's a seat next to Gerald. Take that,' said Mr. Clog. Mark groaned.
'Not Gerry sir! He's a baka and I hate him!'
'Go!' said Mr. Clog more firmly.
'Fine.' Mark relented and sat next to the large kid called Gerald.
Class ended shortly after and everybody went to the next class. Marianna was assigned to help Pan for as long as need be, and she happily agreed. She and Pan had a brief chat on the way to maths. Once inside the old bald teacher told them to get their books out. He asked Pan and Mari about themselves at the end of class. They said a little to him and he said that because they were both new he'd let them off homework for the day. He gave the rest of the class questions 4-23 though. 'Sir! That's not fair!' whined Mark.
'Yes it is. They're new. Besides, this homework is easy,' said Gerald.
'Shut up Gerry or I'll give ya a slap!' He turned back to the teacher. 'Sir, I think we should get no work,'
'Do ya hear that Sir!? He shouted at me!' complained Gerald.
'I mean it Gerry!! I'll bitchslap your ass from here to Timbuktu! Don't you think so sir?'
Mr. Sandle sighed. 'Fine. No homework for anyone today.' The class cheered and thanked Mark before leaving when the bell went.
Mari wheeled Pan to History, which had a larger attendance than the previous two. Pan asked Mark why that was. 'It's because half the class do dumbass maths and Jap. We're in honours, but there is only one level in history, so the whole class is here.' Pan looked at the new members of the class and spotted one that she knew.
'Oh my god! Carl!?' she shouted out loud. Carl looked up at her and did a double take. He rushed over to her.
'PAN!? What happened to you!? What happened after the concert? I heard that you were hurt and that you eloped with Vegeta. Did you really!?' Pan's face went beet red when the entire class shut up and were looking at her.
'Carl!! Why did you have to say that out loud?' she whispered to him, followed by a loud 'Eloped?! Baka!!! Of course not! I was hurt, but I'm fine now.' for the class to hear. It was then the history teacher, Mr. Flipper started class. 'We'll continue this discussion later, Carl. 'Til then, keep your mouth shut!' Carl nodded and went back to his seat. A half hour later the bell rang. Carl and Pan went alone to a bench outside for break. She told Carl some of what happened after the concert, leaving out the "I'm now eternally bonded to Vegeta and I love him more than life itself" part. 'And if you tell anyone that I'm here, including Simon, Ozzy, or anyone else, I'll kill you.' To illustrate her point she formed a tiny ki blast and flicked it at Carl's arm. It singed the hairs on it and he jumped back.
'Bitch. Fine, I won't tell anybody that you're here.' The bell went and they went back to class. The next three classes were uneventful. The new English teacher was sound and liked by the students. For lunch the whole school had to go to the dinner hall. Pan saw that the school was rather small (only about 200 students). She had consulted Vegeta about it, and they had both decided to eat well at breakfast, have a very light snack at school, and eat as soon as school ended so as to not attract attention to themselves because of their Saiya-jin appetites. Pan headed to a small shed on the grounds. She was told that this was the 6th year common room. A blond in her class had told her that the "troublemakers" hung out there. That was what made her like the sound of it. When she got inside she saw a group of people over in the corner in a circle chanting 'Chug! Chug! Chug!' The room was painted black with drawings of numerous things on the walls ranging from bloodied skulls and shrunken heads, to cupids drinking and slogans. She made her way over to them and saw Mark and a girl sitting cross-legged on the floor chugging whiskey as fast as possible. The girl beat Mark and quickly stood up, only to fall over again.
'Oops...maybe I shouldn'ta drunk the whole thing?' she said while laughing. Pan knew from experience that it would only be a matter of time before the girl was sick. With the excitement over, many of the students either left or sat down on one of the several sofas. Two began a conversation with Pan.
'So....Pan, is it?' Pan nodded. 'What bands do you like?' asked a girl in a Pantera hoodie. She had tied back black hair and an eyebrow ring.
'I like Pantera, Kitty, Pandemonium...anything heavy really. I play the electric guitar. I'm very good too.'
'Cool. I'm Angela. I like most heavy stuff and I play bass.'
'I'm Matt. I like the same stuff and I'm on electric,' said the guy who came with Angela. He had hair that was just barely long enough to tie back, he wore a T-shirt with the slogan "God blesses but Satan cares" with an old leather jacket over it.
'Hi Matt, Angela. Nice to meet you.'
Pan, Matt and Angela talked for the next 50 minutes before the bell rang. Pan was going to go to study since she was crippled, but a girl in her year told her that the P.E teacher had insisted that she come. Pan let out an exasperated sigh. 'Fine! I'll give that fucker a piece of my mind.'
15 minutes later the whole year was on the outdoor track awaiting the arrival of the new P.E teacher. Pan was among them in the middle of the baseball pitch when a voice rang through the air. 'Alright, brats! Get into a single file line in front of me!!!!'
*Oh no..* thought Pan. She turned around and sure enough, there was Vegeta dressed in shorts and an airtex white shirt with a whistle around his neck. Vegeta directed his gaze to Pan. He smirked at her horrified look and approached her. 'Hello Pan. I bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?' Pan couldn't say anything for a few seconds due to the shock.
'Vegeta?! What are you doing here?'
'Well, I'm not going to leave you all alone while my son is out there. He may come after you, so I got a job here. While I'm training your class you can meditate or watch me. Whatever you wish.'
With that Vegeta went over to the messy line that the class had formed. Carl waved at him and Vegeta smirked back. 'LISTEN UP YOU WEAKLINGS!! MY NAME IS VEGETA, BUT YOU MAY ADDRESS ME AS "SIR" OR AS "SENSEI", GOT IT!?!' The entire class nodded. A girl raised her hand.
'Yes?'
'Sir, are you with Pan?' Pan and Vegeta face faulted. *Thanks a lot, Carl!* thought Pan angrily.
'WHETHER I AM OR NOT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!!!
One of the "troublemakers" sniggered. Vegeta marched over to him. 'What may I ask is so funny!!? The kid looked down at Vegeta and tried to keep from laughing. 'Oh I see! It's because I'm 5"2, isn't it?' stated Vegeta in his dark voice, but with an evil grin.
'I'm sorry Sir, but you act all tough, but you're at least a head shorter than everyone else except for 2 or 3. It breathtakingly funny!' Vegeta smirked darkly.
'Really? You know what else is breathtaking?' The student shook his head. 'A punch in the stomach.' "Huh?" was all the boy managed to say before Vegeta punched him in the gut. He went flying for about 5 feet and skidded for at least 10. 'Let this be an example to you all of what happens to people who disrespect me. Now run 25 laps around the field!! The last one to finish gets to be an example!!' The class needed no further persuasion and immediately got running. It was a hot day, so they would be sweating like pigs. He motioned for Pan to come to him. She wheeled over to him and he took a seat in the bleachers.
'So Pan, how did your first day go?' asked Vegeta. Pan shrugged.
'It went ok, I guess. You see Mark over there, the guy in first place?' Vegeta nodded. 'He's very strong for a human. I can detect high power levels from Angela and Matt too.'
'Yes, I noticed. I will keep a close eye on them. I thought I should let you know that I will stop my training for the time being. I should be resting, not tiring myself. My spirit energy is still far from full power. I suspect that it will take long to replenish it all.' The rest of the class went on like normal. Vegeta made them do push ups and many other things involving strength. The class wasn't sure about what to make of him. He was short, had weird hair, an odd looking belt, and brain damage, but he was headstrong, proud and had powerful muscles.
***
It was 4:00 and Vegeta and Pan had just arrived home.
'Are you gonna cook, Vegeta?' asked Pan.
'Yes. As much as I think you should do it, I cannot expect you to. Go watch TV or something.' Vegeta then left and closed the kitchen door behind him. Pan went into the sitting room, closed the curtains, turned off the light and got onto the couch and turned on the TV. She settled on watching a movie. She unconsciously swished her tail about her. When the movie was over she pulled herself back into the chair and went into the kitchen. The place was a mess. Flour was all over the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling. She saw Vegeta on the phone.
'VEGETA!!!! What do you think you're doing!?'
'Ordering a pizza! Hello? Yes I want fifteen 16-inch pizzas with everything on them. What?! How the hell am I supposed to know? NO! I will not take orders from a pathetic human!!!' roared Vegeta into the phone. Pan sighed and took the phone from him.
'Hello? Sorry about him. He's....short tempered. Our address is 245, Sun Street. Our phone number is 4535707. Thanks.' Pan hung up. 'There! Now clean up this mess, Vegeta! I don't know how you cooked for me the first time, but from now on I'm cooking. About 2 hours later the kitchen was clean. Vegeta had just put away the last of the cleaning equipment when the doorbell rang. Vegeta opened it. A scrawny looking dork with severe acne and thick glasses held all 15 pizzas in his arms. Vegeta took them from him.
'That'll be 135 zeni sir!'
'WHAT!? That much!? It's robbery! I should blast you to hell!!'
'Geez sir! Take a chill pill!'
'They don't work!! I took a chill pill once!! I was on the toilet for an hour!' yelled Vegeta. The dork sweatdropped. 'FINE! Here's you stupid money!' Vegeta threw the money in his face and slammed the door. As soon as he did he burst out laughing. 'HAHAHAHAHA!!!' His hysterical laughter attracted Pan.
'What's so funny?'
'Hahaha!! The pizza guy was being perfectly nice to me, and I was..(hahaha!!!) a total ass to him. Then I made a witty joke that made him think I was insane! The look on his face was priceless!!' Pan burst out laughing.
'That wasn't very nice, Vegeta. The poor guy is probably scared shitless.'
'As if you care,' said Vegeta once he had calmed down. 'You would have done the same thing.'
'Yeah. I would have. Let's eat these on the couch.' The two walked into the dark room and started to watch a movie. An hour later Vegeta was lying on the couch with Pan lying on top of him. Pan had the last slice of pizza in her hand and was slowly eating it. When she finished it she turned around so that she was looking Vegeta in the eye. She kissed him hard on the lips. They kissed for a long time before breaking apart.
'Yum. Pizza,' said Vegeta. Pan punched him playfully on the arm before snuggling into him and eventually falling asleep.
Ozzy-The one who's there when you need him the least, and runs off scared when you need him the most.