All is Gone: Piccolo-san
Pan was again woken unpleasantly.
"Son Pan, I thought I told you to set your alarm!"
She rolled over and groaned.
"Now don't you give me that, young lady. You were the one who
wanted to go to that U2 concert. So I, being a reasonable, caring person, expected that you would save me the trouble of waking up more than one Sayai-jin this morning."
"Hai, Okasan, but I don't feel too good. In fact, I might just
stay home from the concert," Pan mumbled. i"Damn, I wanted to see U2, but I guess that that stupid dream made me in a really bad mood. It is important though…maybe that nightmare means something…"/i she thought.
Meanwhile, Videl had planted her hands on her hips and surveyed
her daughter. "You don't look sick," she commented skeptically. She paused to put a hand on Pan's forehead. "...Or feel sick either."
" Yeah, but my stomach hurts sooo much..."
Videl shrugged unsympathetically. "It's your money..." She turned and left the room, but reconsidered and told her child to "come and join the land of the living anyway"
Pan unleashed a groan. "The things I do to prevent Apocalypse," she mumbled sleepily.
"Nani?" the mother said, reappearing in the doorway.
"Never mind, Okasan, never mind..."
Videl shook her head in defeat and walked away.
The teenager lingered for a moment and listened to her mother yell at her
Otousan to awaken, a smile hovering on her face.
"Gohan, you lazy bum!!! Get up!" The girl winced as there was a loud crash.
"OWWWW!!! I'm up, Beedel-san, I'm up!"
Pan suppressed a laugh and slipped her blue slippers on her feet. She
walked lightly down the stairs but knocked into her otousan as he began the yawn-filled descent to the breakfast table. She then tumbled head over heels down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the wall.
"Gomen, Pan-chan!" Gohan remarked sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head. His daughter groaned, spread most uncomfortably against the wall.
She unfolded herself, rubbed her now-aching head, and saw that a very large dent had been made. Pan swallowed nervously and moved a chair to the area to conceal the damage. Seeing that the operation was somewhat successful, she continued into the kitchen.
Her father was already seated, eating piles of cereal. "Otousan,
you ate all the Lucky Charms!" Pan whined as she searched through the cereal cabinet. Her father did not answer, as his mouth was full of food, but he shrugged at her. Pan sighed and pulled out a box of Cheerios. Videl came in to see her daughter and husband inhaling cereal.
"Pan, I thought you didn't feel well..." she said smugly.
"Heh, well whatd'ya know, I feel better already..."
"Then go! You can still make the concert!"
"Well, um, I can't make the concert, but, um... I gotta go somewhere
Ja Ne, Okasan!" Pan hastily downed her milk, opened the window and flew out, leaving a purple trail.
"Be back before lunch, er, oh well." Videl walked to the cabinet. " Wait a second, she could make it, right?" she said addressing her husband.i "Oh well, he's dead to the world,"/i she thought as she watched him eat. Turning her attention to the cereal, she looked for her selection. She then knitted her eyebrows together in frustration. "Gohan-kun!" she yelled. "You ate all the Lucky Charms!"
*
An hour or so later, Pan was soaring over the heavily forested mountain range, searching for Piccolo's chi. The day was beautiful and the skies were a lovely azure, but she did no think of this. Finding Piccolo was what mattered and it would be nice if she was dismissed and then her mind could rest. Abruptly, she felt a trace. She quickly turned and headed in that direction. Dropping down into a dense forest, she stood behind a tree and discovered that he was meditating in a serene looking clearing. She crept up to him, then hesitated and waited for a few minutes to think of what ever she was to say.
iHow's it going Piccolo? I'm Gohan's daughter and you've only met me once, but I need to know if you think that the reason I had a dream that I killed everyone on earth was that it is really going to happen./i Ugh, this would be awkward.
Finally, she could not take it and opened her mouth to speak.
"I know you're there." he said gruffly.
Pan was taken aback, the almost spoken sentence pushed back in her throat.
"What do you want?" he asked, seemingly annoyed.
She looked down and summoned her courage. What if he laughed and called her a silly, stupid little girl? "Well, this will sound weird, (Piccolo didn't flinch) but I had a dream last night and I wanted to know if it is a premonition."
Pan replied, digging her toe into the soil. This was awkward…
Piccolo discretely raised an eyebrow. "Tell me the dream," the Namekian commanded.
i"Now aren't we polite?"/i she thought. Pan told him the tale. His face remained the same throughout, cold and unsympathetic, not even flinching at the mention of the dead little girl. i "He's such a rock..."/i
"Is it a vision of the future, Piccolo-san?" she asked nervously at the end of her summary.
"Shut up!" He began to meditate again.
i"He didn't even try!?"/i "Well?" He did not answer. She looked at him
angrily and turned her back to begin to fly away.
"Get your father, Pan." Piccolo had come out of his meditation.
"Nani" Fear rose in her throat and her eyes widened.
Seeing her terrified expression, the Namekian devil took pity and said, "It's not a vision, but I want to talk to your father."
"Are you sure, Piccolo-san?" the girl inquired, knowing that he thought it was a premonition. He had learned pity.
Piccolo had begun meditating again and he only opened an eye, bared a fearsome canine, and growled threateningly.
Pan nodded hastily with a frightened look on her face and jumped into the air. A purple streak stretched out behind her as she sped away.
Piccolo closed his eyes again and grinned. She was much like Gohan after all.
*
The wind drew her black hair away from her face and her eyes were lost in grim thoughts. "It is a premonition… He wouldn't want to talk to Otousan if it weren't." She gritted her teeth, increased her speed, and turned towards home.
A/N: Ah part two. It was extremely horrible before I revised it… *shudder*
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc. I also do not own Lucky Charms (They're magically delicious! *wink*) or Cheerios
Pan was again woken unpleasantly.
"Son Pan, I thought I told you to set your alarm!"
She rolled over and groaned.
"Now don't you give me that, young lady. You were the one who
wanted to go to that U2 concert. So I, being a reasonable, caring person, expected that you would save me the trouble of waking up more than one Sayai-jin this morning."
"Hai, Okasan, but I don't feel too good. In fact, I might just
stay home from the concert," Pan mumbled. i"Damn, I wanted to see U2, but I guess that that stupid dream made me in a really bad mood. It is important though…maybe that nightmare means something…"/i she thought.
Meanwhile, Videl had planted her hands on her hips and surveyed
her daughter. "You don't look sick," she commented skeptically. She paused to put a hand on Pan's forehead. "...Or feel sick either."
" Yeah, but my stomach hurts sooo much..."
Videl shrugged unsympathetically. "It's your money..." She turned and left the room, but reconsidered and told her child to "come and join the land of the living anyway"
Pan unleashed a groan. "The things I do to prevent Apocalypse," she mumbled sleepily.
"Nani?" the mother said, reappearing in the doorway.
"Never mind, Okasan, never mind..."
Videl shook her head in defeat and walked away.
The teenager lingered for a moment and listened to her mother yell at her
Otousan to awaken, a smile hovering on her face.
"Gohan, you lazy bum!!! Get up!" The girl winced as there was a loud crash.
"OWWWW!!! I'm up, Beedel-san, I'm up!"
Pan suppressed a laugh and slipped her blue slippers on her feet. She
walked lightly down the stairs but knocked into her otousan as he began the yawn-filled descent to the breakfast table. She then tumbled head over heels down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the wall.
"Gomen, Pan-chan!" Gohan remarked sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head. His daughter groaned, spread most uncomfortably against the wall.
She unfolded herself, rubbed her now-aching head, and saw that a very large dent had been made. Pan swallowed nervously and moved a chair to the area to conceal the damage. Seeing that the operation was somewhat successful, she continued into the kitchen.
Her father was already seated, eating piles of cereal. "Otousan,
you ate all the Lucky Charms!" Pan whined as she searched through the cereal cabinet. Her father did not answer, as his mouth was full of food, but he shrugged at her. Pan sighed and pulled out a box of Cheerios. Videl came in to see her daughter and husband inhaling cereal.
"Pan, I thought you didn't feel well..." she said smugly.
"Heh, well whatd'ya know, I feel better already..."
"Then go! You can still make the concert!"
"Well, um, I can't make the concert, but, um... I gotta go somewhere
Ja Ne, Okasan!" Pan hastily downed her milk, opened the window and flew out, leaving a purple trail.
"Be back before lunch, er, oh well." Videl walked to the cabinet. " Wait a second, she could make it, right?" she said addressing her husband.i "Oh well, he's dead to the world,"/i she thought as she watched him eat. Turning her attention to the cereal, she looked for her selection. She then knitted her eyebrows together in frustration. "Gohan-kun!" she yelled. "You ate all the Lucky Charms!"
*
An hour or so later, Pan was soaring over the heavily forested mountain range, searching for Piccolo's chi. The day was beautiful and the skies were a lovely azure, but she did no think of this. Finding Piccolo was what mattered and it would be nice if she was dismissed and then her mind could rest. Abruptly, she felt a trace. She quickly turned and headed in that direction. Dropping down into a dense forest, she stood behind a tree and discovered that he was meditating in a serene looking clearing. She crept up to him, then hesitated and waited for a few minutes to think of what ever she was to say.
iHow's it going Piccolo? I'm Gohan's daughter and you've only met me once, but I need to know if you think that the reason I had a dream that I killed everyone on earth was that it is really going to happen./i Ugh, this would be awkward.
Finally, she could not take it and opened her mouth to speak.
"I know you're there." he said gruffly.
Pan was taken aback, the almost spoken sentence pushed back in her throat.
"What do you want?" he asked, seemingly annoyed.
She looked down and summoned her courage. What if he laughed and called her a silly, stupid little girl? "Well, this will sound weird, (Piccolo didn't flinch) but I had a dream last night and I wanted to know if it is a premonition."
Pan replied, digging her toe into the soil. This was awkward…
Piccolo discretely raised an eyebrow. "Tell me the dream," the Namekian commanded.
i"Now aren't we polite?"/i she thought. Pan told him the tale. His face remained the same throughout, cold and unsympathetic, not even flinching at the mention of the dead little girl. i "He's such a rock..."/i
"Is it a vision of the future, Piccolo-san?" she asked nervously at the end of her summary.
"Shut up!" He began to meditate again.
i"He didn't even try!?"/i "Well?" He did not answer. She looked at him
angrily and turned her back to begin to fly away.
"Get your father, Pan." Piccolo had come out of his meditation.
"Nani" Fear rose in her throat and her eyes widened.
Seeing her terrified expression, the Namekian devil took pity and said, "It's not a vision, but I want to talk to your father."
"Are you sure, Piccolo-san?" the girl inquired, knowing that he thought it was a premonition. He had learned pity.
Piccolo had begun meditating again and he only opened an eye, bared a fearsome canine, and growled threateningly.
Pan nodded hastily with a frightened look on her face and jumped into the air. A purple streak stretched out behind her as she sped away.
Piccolo closed his eyes again and grinned. She was much like Gohan after all.
*
The wind drew her black hair away from her face and her eyes were lost in grim thoughts. "It is a premonition… He wouldn't want to talk to Otousan if it weren't." She gritted her teeth, increased her speed, and turned towards home.
A/N: Ah part two. It was extremely horrible before I revised it… *shudder*
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball, Z, or GT. They are copyrights of Funimation, Akira Toriyama, and various other people. I also don't own Sailor Moon S and it belongs to Cloverway, Teukuchi (sp?), etc. I also do not own Lucky Charms (They're magically delicious! *wink*) or Cheerios