Did I forget to mention in part1a that all characters are horribly OOC [out of character]? Well, they are =P
I refuse to put a disclaimer on every part! If you really must have a disclaimer, go look at part one(a). Otherwise, forget it.
Okay, I lied about the Japanese vocab. Here are some more words I'll be using..^^
jinzouningen = android/cyborg
baka = idiot
bakayaro = asshole
gomen nasai = I'm sorry
demo = but
kusottare = stinking son of a...
sou ka = is that so?
sou da = yep, pretty much
Now, on to the fic! ^^
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Part 1b: Secrets Revealed
That same day, Pan went walking. Although she thought so, Pan was not alone in the slightest. In fact...she had two followers, each unaware of the other.
The android thought she was potential prey for him...killing anyone and everyone thrilled him. It was his horrible hobby, one he enjoyed every moment of. It was the looks the weak got on their faces when they realized their fate was to die. That moment of dawning comprehension...the one he killed for.
Trunks was worried. What if she runs into the 'Droids? What if they hurt her? Or worse... he gulped, cutting off the last thought. He gave himself the responsibility of watching over her, protecting her. Not only did he lay this heavy responsibility upon himself, Trunks also promised he would keep it, until the day he died.
Completely oblivious of her watchers, Pan continued along her path through the thick forest until she came upon a clearing...that same clearing Chichi's house was situated. Exclaiming in surprise, the petite girl immediately ran into what she dubbed 'shiroi uchi'. Pan stepped inside. There, on the coffee table in the living room, were several pictures in frames. Curious, Pan walked over to the table and picked up the first picture: it was of Chichi, Goku, and a young Gohan. She gasped. "Obaachan? Demo...who are these other people??" Picking up more pictures, she went decades into the past. Gohan, Goku, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Vejita, Chaozu. She saw all their faces, but knew none of their names. I'll take some of these back, Pan thought, and ask Obaachan who they are! She's in a couple pictures; I guess she must know them...
When she ran out of what she would later discover to be the Son household, eager to find out who the people in this pictures were, Pan ran into a solid chest, and dropped her pictures. "Gomen nasai, Sir..." she muttered, and bent to pick up the pictures. Instead of receiving a likewise apology, Pan got a kick in the stomach that sent her flying back five meters before she did a flip in the air to halt it, and landed neatly on her feet. She looked up, angry, at the stranger before her, who was looking rather surprised.
"Onna no ko has a speck of strength, I see!" Juunana-gou drawled, looking over the small girl before him. "But, you can't be much of a challenge for me, ne?" he added. That smirk that always came when he was confident about winning once again played upon his thin lips.
Pan gave herself a few moments to calm her inital anger, for Trunks and Videl had told her to never fight when you're angry; you'll never win. Instead of scowling at him, she smiled. "Bakayaro Jinzouningen!" She sang out happily. "I've heard of you from Trunks-san!"
"You know Trunks?" He chuckled. "Well, well! This could be VERY interesting! Why don't you fight me? Prove your 'great' strength..."
Smiling, Pan shook her head. "Iie, I can't! I know someone else would like to fight you much more than I!"
"Oh?" He raised a questionning eyebrow. "Who might that be?"
She pointed above his head. "Trunks-san!"
The angry and surprised purple haired wonder floated above the jinzouningen's head until Pan revealed his spot. Once she had announced him, Trunks phased down in front of Juunana-gou and slammed his fist in his face. Before he could recover, the 'Droid felt his stomach kicked in, causing him to fall back. In a blur of movement, he locked his legs around Trunks' ankles, and yanked forward. Instead of falling, Trunks flipped up in the air and flew upwards, shouting his burning attack and aimed it at Juunana-gou. The jinzouningen, although he received the full of the attack, managed to fly up and get a kick in Trunks' stomach and a punch in his head. The two started a dazzling hand to hand combat where neither had the upper hand.
Pan looked upon this small battle with awe. Trunks-san is an awesome fighter! She thought to herself. But then again, so is that jinzouningen...I wonder if he has a name? Shaking her head, Pan stopped thinking about this and tried to concentrate on watching them fight. It was hard to see them; they were going so fast! Concentrating hard, Pan sought out their energy instead of their bodies. Suddenly, there they were! She could see them fighting clearly. Her mind whispered to her that she should go join them, try to give Trunks the upper hand! Iie, she told herself, I would only get in the way. Instead of scruntinizing Trunks, Pan turned her full attention to the 'Droid. His hair was as black as hers. An orange bandana was tied around his neck, resting on a black t-shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. His jeans were torn at the thigh. The thing Pan noticed most was his socks. Neon green. They didn't seem to belong on him at all.
Grunting as his opponent's leg managed a hit on his arm, Trunks phased out behind him, raised his arms with his hands locked in a fist together, and slammed his hands down on Juunana-gou's head, all in a blur of less then a milli-second. The jinzouningen crashed into the ground, and lay still for several minutes; however, Pan knew he was not dead.
"Panny!" Trunks called. "We're going home, now."
"Iie, Trunks-san! Not yet, I hafta get those pictures!" Pan exclaimed, running over to pick up the pictures. After she had collected all the dropped photos, Pan stopped beside Juunana-gou, eyes drawn to his orange bandana. Without hesitation, Pan bent down and untied his bandana and kept it.
Trunks watched her do this, wondering why Juunana-gou made no move to stop her. Shrugging it off, Trunks flew over to her and gently picked her up. "You all done now, Pan-chan?"
"Hai, Trunks-san! Hurry, I wanna ask obaachan about these," she added, showing him the pictures.
When he saw what she was talking about, Trunks nearly dropped her. Those pictures reminded him of the days spent in Chichi's kitchen...Kuririn, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Chichi, Lunch, Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Chaozu, Goku, Gohan... and even his father, Vejita...Clearing his throat, Trunks told her he would be more then happy to talk to her about who they were...but only once they got him. He got an enthusiastic hug from her and happy exclaimations, making him smile.
Once inside, the nineteen year old and nine year old sat on the living room couch. Trunks explained to Pan who ever single person was, and told her a few stories of each of them...until he had to tell her who Goku and Gohan were. He paused. I wonder if she knows he's her father...and he's her grandfather, he wondered. Maybe I should leave this to Videl...iie, I'll just get her to come instead! He yelled for Videl to come, and instantly she was there.
She smiled at the picture they made; Pan sat on Trunks lap, her legs overtop his own. "Hai, Trunks? You wanted something?" He nodded and motioned for her to come sit beside them. "Pan found the Son house, and went inside. She brought these pictures back with her, and she'd like to know who Goku and Gohan are." He skipped the incident with jinzouningen Juunana-gou entirely, not wanting to frighten the now-pale Videl.
"Oh...well, I'll tell her who they are then. Pan?" Pan looked up at the sound of her name, smiling. "Hai?"
"Would you like to know who your father is now?"
Pan's eyes widen, and she whispered, "Hai..."
Pointing to Gohan on the picture, Videl told her he was her father, and explained why she had never met or seen him. By the time Videl had finished, her daughter was crying in her lap. "B-But I wanna meet 't-tousan!" she sobbed.
"Goman nasai, Pan-chan...you can't..." Videl whispered to her in a sorrow filled voice which only caused her to cry harder.
Trunks silently got up and walked outside while she tried to comfort Pan. The wind whipped through his hair. It would rain soon...and that meant the jinzouningen would stay indoors. He hoped it would rain for a long time...
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For her fifteenth birthday, Pan was granted her wish to be trained by Trunks. This was what she had been waiting for since she had been able to walk, to be trained by a saiya-jin like herself. And today, her birthday, she would be trained. She was dressed in her favorite gi; the orange bandana that seemed permanently stuck to her head, a red tank top and Trunks-like black pants. There no shoes adorned on her feet. Pan refused to wear shoes or socks when she trained, saying that they only got in the way.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the gravity room where she knew Trunks was waiting for her. Pan looked around for her newest sensi. To her surprise, Trunks was nowhere to be seen! That is, until she felt a strong blow to the middle of her back, sending the ground rushing up towards her.
"As soon as you step into this room," she heard him say coldly, "I am your enemy. Push all friendly feelings towards me aside, and regard me as your opponent, one who should be beaten, someone you should never turn your back towards."
All through her first session with Trunks, Pan learned that he was cold and uncaring during a fight in the gravity room. On their first day he had it turned up to 20 G forces. 20 G FORCES! Pan had never turned the gravity up higher then 10! 20 G's came as a shock to poor Pan, and she fell flat on her face several times. When this happened, Trunks merely laughed at her, kicked her body, and would coldly tell her to get up.
The whole experience had been painful up until she got out of the gravity room. The second Pan had stepped out of it, the twenty-five year old scooped her up and flew her to her room. He set her down very carefully on her bed and millions of questions spilled from his mouth. Questions like, 'are you okay? do you need bandaids? a bath? water? food? anything?'. She smiled at him weakly. "I only need rest, Trunks-san...I'll be just fine."
He kissed the still young onna's forehead as she drifted off into sleep. "Brave Panny-chan...I'll see to your wounds and other needs when you awaken." He then smiled softly and left her room.
Trunks was true to his word. The instant Pan's eyes fluttered open, a tray of delicious looking food was put on her lap, and Trunks was already tending to the cuts and bruises on her arms and face.
"Domo arigatou, Trunks-kun!" Pan said gratefully, beaming at him. Blushing a little, he mumbled that he was repaying her for being so cold earlier in the gravity room. Pan laughed. "Baka Trunks-kun," she teaseed, "there's no need to repay me for that! It's the only way I'll learn, ne?" she added seriously.
He nodded. "Hai, it is. That's the exact same way I was taught, so I thought it would be a suitable way to train you...considering it was your father who taught me!"
Giggling, Pan asked, "So you're 'getting him back' for being so cold to you during spars way back when?"
Trunks narrowed his eyes at her. "Yes, but it wasn't way back when! Just how old do you consider me, Pan?!"
"Oh, ANCIENT!" Pan giggled as he growled at her. "Now let me sleep, growly. It's time for chibi Pan-chan to go to bed!"
"Sou ka?...Nevermind, it must be because you know I'm going to somehow get the upper hand and beat you!" Trunks said, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Iie!" Pan exclaimed.
"Hah...now you're going to beg me to stay so you can win! Well, I am not falling for that! Goodnight Pan, sleep well," he finished, kissing her forehead.
"Trunks-kun, STAY!"
Laughing, he shook his head. "Iie, Pan-chan! Go to sleep, you need it." He winked at her and left her to fall asleep, giggling quietly.
Two months later, Pan had a second encounter with the jinzouningen. This time, however, she met them both near shiroi uchi (AN: forgot what shiroi uchi was? it's Pan's pet name for the Son house!) where she took a walk everyday for solitude.
Juunana-gou laughed when he first saw her. "Aren't you the onna no ko I met six years ago?" She nodded. "I'd like for you to met my sister, Juuhachi-gou."
Juuhachi-gou walked forward until she was a few feet from Pan. Surprisingly, Juuhachi-gou did a mock-curtsy for her, and purred, "The pleasure is mine, young onna. Do you have a name?"
She nodded once again. "I am Son Pan Satan."
Surprised, Juunana-gou sneered, "I didn't know you were related to our beloved Gohan!"
Pan's eyes flashed, momentarily showing surprise through her well-kept mask she wore around the jinzouningen. "You knew my 'tousan?"
Juuhach-gou smiled sweetly. "Of course, dear. We were your 'tousan's murderers! Didn't you know?"
From her next action, the jinzouningen could easily tell she had not expected this. Before their eyes they watched anger and sorrow scream out in the form of a super saiya-jin.
"KUSOTTARE!!!!!!" Pan howled, lunging herself into a feral attack upon Juuhachi-gou whom she had caught by surprise.
Pan showed no mercy. She bit, pulled, punched, pounded, slammed, scratched, anything to get a mark or a hit upon the jinzouningen who had aided in the death of the father she never had.
Juunana-gou stood still, surprised this onna no ko could overpower his sister so easily. This must be her first time being super saiya-jin, he mused. She hasn't done any ki attacks on Juuhachi-gou just yet...
Once Juuhachi-gou was down, Pan shouted something neither jinzouningen could understand, and threw her head back and her arms towards the sky. The sky turned charcol colored, adorned with murky blue clouds. What looked like a blot of lightening struck both her palms. Launching her arms forward, the white lightening screamed towards Juuhachi-gou so fast that the jinzouningen didn't have a chance to react. Moments later, she could not move.
Breathing heavily and returning to normal, Pan decided the onna jinzouningen was the human equivalent to dead. That was for you, 'tousan...Pan thought, exhausted.
Bright blue eyes wide, jinzouningen Juunana-gou, for the first time since his exsistence as a 'Droid, fled.
With barely enough energy, Pan flew home, where she collapsed on her bed and welcomed the darkness sleep brought.
I refuse to put a disclaimer on every part! If you really must have a disclaimer, go look at part one(a). Otherwise, forget it.
Okay, I lied about the Japanese vocab. Here are some more words I'll be using..^^
jinzouningen = android/cyborg
baka = idiot
bakayaro = asshole
gomen nasai = I'm sorry
demo = but
kusottare = stinking son of a...
sou ka = is that so?
sou da = yep, pretty much
Now, on to the fic! ^^
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Part 1b: Secrets Revealed
That same day, Pan went walking. Although she thought so, Pan was not alone in the slightest. In fact...she had two followers, each unaware of the other.
The android thought she was potential prey for him...killing anyone and everyone thrilled him. It was his horrible hobby, one he enjoyed every moment of. It was the looks the weak got on their faces when they realized their fate was to die. That moment of dawning comprehension...the one he killed for.
Trunks was worried. What if she runs into the 'Droids? What if they hurt her? Or worse... he gulped, cutting off the last thought. He gave himself the responsibility of watching over her, protecting her. Not only did he lay this heavy responsibility upon himself, Trunks also promised he would keep it, until the day he died.
Completely oblivious of her watchers, Pan continued along her path through the thick forest until she came upon a clearing...that same clearing Chichi's house was situated. Exclaiming in surprise, the petite girl immediately ran into what she dubbed 'shiroi uchi'. Pan stepped inside. There, on the coffee table in the living room, were several pictures in frames. Curious, Pan walked over to the table and picked up the first picture: it was of Chichi, Goku, and a young Gohan. She gasped. "Obaachan? Demo...who are these other people??" Picking up more pictures, she went decades into the past. Gohan, Goku, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Vejita, Chaozu. She saw all their faces, but knew none of their names. I'll take some of these back, Pan thought, and ask Obaachan who they are! She's in a couple pictures; I guess she must know them...
When she ran out of what she would later discover to be the Son household, eager to find out who the people in this pictures were, Pan ran into a solid chest, and dropped her pictures. "Gomen nasai, Sir..." she muttered, and bent to pick up the pictures. Instead of receiving a likewise apology, Pan got a kick in the stomach that sent her flying back five meters before she did a flip in the air to halt it, and landed neatly on her feet. She looked up, angry, at the stranger before her, who was looking rather surprised.
"Onna no ko has a speck of strength, I see!" Juunana-gou drawled, looking over the small girl before him. "But, you can't be much of a challenge for me, ne?" he added. That smirk that always came when he was confident about winning once again played upon his thin lips.
Pan gave herself a few moments to calm her inital anger, for Trunks and Videl had told her to never fight when you're angry; you'll never win. Instead of scowling at him, she smiled. "Bakayaro Jinzouningen!" She sang out happily. "I've heard of you from Trunks-san!"
"You know Trunks?" He chuckled. "Well, well! This could be VERY interesting! Why don't you fight me? Prove your 'great' strength..."
Smiling, Pan shook her head. "Iie, I can't! I know someone else would like to fight you much more than I!"
"Oh?" He raised a questionning eyebrow. "Who might that be?"
She pointed above his head. "Trunks-san!"
The angry and surprised purple haired wonder floated above the jinzouningen's head until Pan revealed his spot. Once she had announced him, Trunks phased down in front of Juunana-gou and slammed his fist in his face. Before he could recover, the 'Droid felt his stomach kicked in, causing him to fall back. In a blur of movement, he locked his legs around Trunks' ankles, and yanked forward. Instead of falling, Trunks flipped up in the air and flew upwards, shouting his burning attack and aimed it at Juunana-gou. The jinzouningen, although he received the full of the attack, managed to fly up and get a kick in Trunks' stomach and a punch in his head. The two started a dazzling hand to hand combat where neither had the upper hand.
Pan looked upon this small battle with awe. Trunks-san is an awesome fighter! She thought to herself. But then again, so is that jinzouningen...I wonder if he has a name? Shaking her head, Pan stopped thinking about this and tried to concentrate on watching them fight. It was hard to see them; they were going so fast! Concentrating hard, Pan sought out their energy instead of their bodies. Suddenly, there they were! She could see them fighting clearly. Her mind whispered to her that she should go join them, try to give Trunks the upper hand! Iie, she told herself, I would only get in the way. Instead of scruntinizing Trunks, Pan turned her full attention to the 'Droid. His hair was as black as hers. An orange bandana was tied around his neck, resting on a black t-shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath. His jeans were torn at the thigh. The thing Pan noticed most was his socks. Neon green. They didn't seem to belong on him at all.
Grunting as his opponent's leg managed a hit on his arm, Trunks phased out behind him, raised his arms with his hands locked in a fist together, and slammed his hands down on Juunana-gou's head, all in a blur of less then a milli-second. The jinzouningen crashed into the ground, and lay still for several minutes; however, Pan knew he was not dead.
"Panny!" Trunks called. "We're going home, now."
"Iie, Trunks-san! Not yet, I hafta get those pictures!" Pan exclaimed, running over to pick up the pictures. After she had collected all the dropped photos, Pan stopped beside Juunana-gou, eyes drawn to his orange bandana. Without hesitation, Pan bent down and untied his bandana and kept it.
Trunks watched her do this, wondering why Juunana-gou made no move to stop her. Shrugging it off, Trunks flew over to her and gently picked her up. "You all done now, Pan-chan?"
"Hai, Trunks-san! Hurry, I wanna ask obaachan about these," she added, showing him the pictures.
When he saw what she was talking about, Trunks nearly dropped her. Those pictures reminded him of the days spent in Chichi's kitchen...Kuririn, Yamucha, Tien, Bulma, Chichi, Lunch, Roshi, Oolong, Puar, Chaozu, Goku, Gohan... and even his father, Vejita...Clearing his throat, Trunks told her he would be more then happy to talk to her about who they were...but only once they got him. He got an enthusiastic hug from her and happy exclaimations, making him smile.
Once inside, the nineteen year old and nine year old sat on the living room couch. Trunks explained to Pan who ever single person was, and told her a few stories of each of them...until he had to tell her who Goku and Gohan were. He paused. I wonder if she knows he's her father...and he's her grandfather, he wondered. Maybe I should leave this to Videl...iie, I'll just get her to come instead! He yelled for Videl to come, and instantly she was there.
She smiled at the picture they made; Pan sat on Trunks lap, her legs overtop his own. "Hai, Trunks? You wanted something?" He nodded and motioned for her to come sit beside them. "Pan found the Son house, and went inside. She brought these pictures back with her, and she'd like to know who Goku and Gohan are." He skipped the incident with jinzouningen Juunana-gou entirely, not wanting to frighten the now-pale Videl.
"Oh...well, I'll tell her who they are then. Pan?" Pan looked up at the sound of her name, smiling. "Hai?"
"Would you like to know who your father is now?"
Pan's eyes widen, and she whispered, "Hai..."
Pointing to Gohan on the picture, Videl told her he was her father, and explained why she had never met or seen him. By the time Videl had finished, her daughter was crying in her lap. "B-But I wanna meet 't-tousan!" she sobbed.
"Goman nasai, Pan-chan...you can't..." Videl whispered to her in a sorrow filled voice which only caused her to cry harder.
Trunks silently got up and walked outside while she tried to comfort Pan. The wind whipped through his hair. It would rain soon...and that meant the jinzouningen would stay indoors. He hoped it would rain for a long time...
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For her fifteenth birthday, Pan was granted her wish to be trained by Trunks. This was what she had been waiting for since she had been able to walk, to be trained by a saiya-jin like herself. And today, her birthday, she would be trained. She was dressed in her favorite gi; the orange bandana that seemed permanently stuck to her head, a red tank top and Trunks-like black pants. There no shoes adorned on her feet. Pan refused to wear shoes or socks when she trained, saying that they only got in the way.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the gravity room where she knew Trunks was waiting for her. Pan looked around for her newest sensi. To her surprise, Trunks was nowhere to be seen! That is, until she felt a strong blow to the middle of her back, sending the ground rushing up towards her.
"As soon as you step into this room," she heard him say coldly, "I am your enemy. Push all friendly feelings towards me aside, and regard me as your opponent, one who should be beaten, someone you should never turn your back towards."
All through her first session with Trunks, Pan learned that he was cold and uncaring during a fight in the gravity room. On their first day he had it turned up to 20 G forces. 20 G FORCES! Pan had never turned the gravity up higher then 10! 20 G's came as a shock to poor Pan, and she fell flat on her face several times. When this happened, Trunks merely laughed at her, kicked her body, and would coldly tell her to get up.
The whole experience had been painful up until she got out of the gravity room. The second Pan had stepped out of it, the twenty-five year old scooped her up and flew her to her room. He set her down very carefully on her bed and millions of questions spilled from his mouth. Questions like, 'are you okay? do you need bandaids? a bath? water? food? anything?'. She smiled at him weakly. "I only need rest, Trunks-san...I'll be just fine."
He kissed the still young onna's forehead as she drifted off into sleep. "Brave Panny-chan...I'll see to your wounds and other needs when you awaken." He then smiled softly and left her room.
Trunks was true to his word. The instant Pan's eyes fluttered open, a tray of delicious looking food was put on her lap, and Trunks was already tending to the cuts and bruises on her arms and face.
"Domo arigatou, Trunks-kun!" Pan said gratefully, beaming at him. Blushing a little, he mumbled that he was repaying her for being so cold earlier in the gravity room. Pan laughed. "Baka Trunks-kun," she teaseed, "there's no need to repay me for that! It's the only way I'll learn, ne?" she added seriously.
He nodded. "Hai, it is. That's the exact same way I was taught, so I thought it would be a suitable way to train you...considering it was your father who taught me!"
Giggling, Pan asked, "So you're 'getting him back' for being so cold to you during spars way back when?"
Trunks narrowed his eyes at her. "Yes, but it wasn't way back when! Just how old do you consider me, Pan?!"
"Oh, ANCIENT!" Pan giggled as he growled at her. "Now let me sleep, growly. It's time for chibi Pan-chan to go to bed!"
"Sou ka?...Nevermind, it must be because you know I'm going to somehow get the upper hand and beat you!" Trunks said, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Iie!" Pan exclaimed.
"Hah...now you're going to beg me to stay so you can win! Well, I am not falling for that! Goodnight Pan, sleep well," he finished, kissing her forehead.
"Trunks-kun, STAY!"
Laughing, he shook his head. "Iie, Pan-chan! Go to sleep, you need it." He winked at her and left her to fall asleep, giggling quietly.
Two months later, Pan had a second encounter with the jinzouningen. This time, however, she met them both near shiroi uchi (AN: forgot what shiroi uchi was? it's Pan's pet name for the Son house!) where she took a walk everyday for solitude.
Juunana-gou laughed when he first saw her. "Aren't you the onna no ko I met six years ago?" She nodded. "I'd like for you to met my sister, Juuhachi-gou."
Juuhachi-gou walked forward until she was a few feet from Pan. Surprisingly, Juuhachi-gou did a mock-curtsy for her, and purred, "The pleasure is mine, young onna. Do you have a name?"
She nodded once again. "I am Son Pan Satan."
Surprised, Juunana-gou sneered, "I didn't know you were related to our beloved Gohan!"
Pan's eyes flashed, momentarily showing surprise through her well-kept mask she wore around the jinzouningen. "You knew my 'tousan?"
Juuhach-gou smiled sweetly. "Of course, dear. We were your 'tousan's murderers! Didn't you know?"
From her next action, the jinzouningen could easily tell she had not expected this. Before their eyes they watched anger and sorrow scream out in the form of a super saiya-jin.
"KUSOTTARE!!!!!!" Pan howled, lunging herself into a feral attack upon Juuhachi-gou whom she had caught by surprise.
Pan showed no mercy. She bit, pulled, punched, pounded, slammed, scratched, anything to get a mark or a hit upon the jinzouningen who had aided in the death of the father she never had.
Juunana-gou stood still, surprised this onna no ko could overpower his sister so easily. This must be her first time being super saiya-jin, he mused. She hasn't done any ki attacks on Juuhachi-gou just yet...
Once Juuhachi-gou was down, Pan shouted something neither jinzouningen could understand, and threw her head back and her arms towards the sky. The sky turned charcol colored, adorned with murky blue clouds. What looked like a blot of lightening struck both her palms. Launching her arms forward, the white lightening screamed towards Juuhachi-gou so fast that the jinzouningen didn't have a chance to react. Moments later, she could not move.
Breathing heavily and returning to normal, Pan decided the onna jinzouningen was the human equivalent to dead. That was for you, 'tousan...Pan thought, exhausted.
Bright blue eyes wide, jinzouningen Juunana-gou, for the first time since his exsistence as a 'Droid, fled.
With barely enough energy, Pan flew home, where she collapsed on her bed and welcomed the darkness sleep brought.