All is Gone: Schizophrenia
When Pan arrived at her house, she found that her Ojisan Goten and his best
friend Trunks were sparring outside. Forgetting her most solemn mission for a moment, she snuck up behind her unsuspecting uncle with a mischievous grin and gave a wink at Trunks. He smiled slightly.
"What? What's so funny?" Goten demanded.
The girl rose up behind him and kicked his stomach. He flew nearly a hundred feet into a nearby tree with the most ridiculously surprised look on his face.
Trunks fell over laughing. "Good one, kiddo" The tree now had a noticeable bend.
Goten groaned and brushed wood chips out of his hair. He glanced
around with a look that was quite Goku-ish. He then spied Pan and he
took on a positively demonic demeanor. "Pan..." he rumbled threateningly.
"Don't kill Chibi, Goten!" Trunks laughed.
Goten's eyes narrowed further. "Alright then, I'll kill you..." The two dove at each other and began their skirmish anew, fists and chi blasts flying.
Pan sarcastically shook her head, but then remembered her mission. Walking into her house, she found her otousan watching wrestling on the television. He smiled as he saw her.
"Hey Pan-chan!" he greeted her. "Up for a spar?"
She shook her head. "Iie. Piccolo-san wants to see you," she replied.
He looked at her oddly.
"Don't ask, just go."
"If this is a joke..."
Pan gave him a look.
He sighed and began to climb out the window.
"Gohan-kun, use the door, where are you going, and be back before
lunch."
Gohan did not have to glance behind to reply. " Hai, Beedel-san." He
flew out the window without looking back.
Videl turned to her daughter who was leaning over the refrigerator. "Should I ask?"
Pan looked at her, shook her head, extracted a can of Coke and settled down to watch TV.
*
Gohan had always had a greater ability to pick up any chi, and especially his former mentor's, than his daughter. It took him only a minute to locate Piccolo's, even though he was meditating. It took even less time to fly over, because of his amazing speed. He dropped down to the clearing walked in front of Piccolo and waited.
"Hello Gohan," Piccolo said, rising to his feet.
"Pan told me you wanted to talk to me," he said, his face solemn.
Piccolo nodded. "We may have a new problem. An enemy."
Gohan closed his eyes. "It's been so long…"
*
"Hey Okasan, can I ask Bra over so we can go to the mall?" Pan asked when the program she had been watching was done. "I do not want to be around when Otousan gets back..."
Videl thought for a moment. "Okay. Do you need money for lunch?"
"That would be nice," Pan replied.
The mother pulled a bill out of her pocket and handed it to her daughter. "Treat Bura-chan to something and ask Goten and Trunks if they would like to go," she instructed.
Pan opened her mouth to protest against the two older sayai-jins coming.
"Don't you dare whine, Pan-chan. Shoo!"
"Thanks for the fifty, Okasan!" Pan jumped out the window and
flew away.
"Fifty? That was a..." Videl ran out to fly after her daughter,
but she was already gone. "I have to start training again..." She then
noticed the two men. "Yo Trunks! Goten! Go to the mall and supervise Pan
and Bra! Eat lunch too!"
"Sure, Videl-san!" they chimed. Taking off, however, Trunks
remarked to Goten, "Is this how I must spend my week off from college?
Chasing thirteen year old girls around the mall?" His voice was soon lost in the wind.
Goten nodded. "The story of my life..."
*
"So, monitor any change in her mood or fighting ability, and train both yourself and her like hell. You know the routine."
"I know, Piccolo-san. Tell me about what you see in your meditation,
'k?"
"Yeah." Piccolo sat down again and closed his eyes. Soon he began to hover slightly.
Gohan knew enough not to say "Ja Ne" because Piccolo would not
answer. "Pan is going to have quite the lecture when I get home."
*
"C'mon, Pan-chan! Lets go to Claire's!"
"Are you Bura, or are you Bulma-san's newest invention: the
ultimate shopping machine?" sighed an exasperated Pan.
Bura giggled childishly and they proceeded to the store.
"Oh look at this kawaii key chain Pan-san!" Bura exclaimed. Pan did not reply. Her bangs hung over her eyes and her feet were planted wide apart. "Pan?" Bura asked nervously. There was an odd violet glow in the girl's eyes. "Are you okay?" Suddenly, Pan crumpled to the floor and began to pant heavily, her body shaking, ticking and shivering. Her friend gasped and ran to the lady at the front desk.
"Call an ambulance!!"
The teenager behind the counter looked over Bura's shoulder, gasped, and reached for the phone. "Oh kami...oh kami...oh kami..."she mumbled as the phone rang.
Bra then raced through the mall and the dense throng of people, tears streaming down her face as she ran, to Gamestop, where her onisan and Goten were shopping.
"There's something wrong with Pan! Come quick!"
The two looked at Bra's tear-stained face, exchanged looks and ran to Claire's, When they arrived, Pan had regained consciousness, but barely. Her breaths were short and shallow and her eyelids drooped. Goten ran to her.
"Pan, what's wrong?!" he yelled.
"There's a voice... in my head..." Her body shook convulsively.
"What do you mean?!" Trunks shouted.
"It's...Sa...tu...rn" Another shiver raced up Pan's body and unconsciousness took her once more.
A/N: Sorry that the italics aren't showing up. I guess they don't allow HTML in stories anymore...*sigh* I don't have any way to make thoughts in italic now! Oh well...Please review!
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 don't own Claire's or Gamestop.
Next time: The first is killed! But by who?
When Pan arrived at her house, she found that her Ojisan Goten and his best
friend Trunks were sparring outside. Forgetting her most solemn mission for a moment, she snuck up behind her unsuspecting uncle with a mischievous grin and gave a wink at Trunks. He smiled slightly.
"What? What's so funny?" Goten demanded.
The girl rose up behind him and kicked his stomach. He flew nearly a hundred feet into a nearby tree with the most ridiculously surprised look on his face.
Trunks fell over laughing. "Good one, kiddo" The tree now had a noticeable bend.
Goten groaned and brushed wood chips out of his hair. He glanced
around with a look that was quite Goku-ish. He then spied Pan and he
took on a positively demonic demeanor. "Pan..." he rumbled threateningly.
"Don't kill Chibi, Goten!" Trunks laughed.
Goten's eyes narrowed further. "Alright then, I'll kill you..." The two dove at each other and began their skirmish anew, fists and chi blasts flying.
Pan sarcastically shook her head, but then remembered her mission. Walking into her house, she found her otousan watching wrestling on the television. He smiled as he saw her.
"Hey Pan-chan!" he greeted her. "Up for a spar?"
She shook her head. "Iie. Piccolo-san wants to see you," she replied.
He looked at her oddly.
"Don't ask, just go."
"If this is a joke..."
Pan gave him a look.
He sighed and began to climb out the window.
"Gohan-kun, use the door, where are you going, and be back before
lunch."
Gohan did not have to glance behind to reply. " Hai, Beedel-san." He
flew out the window without looking back.
Videl turned to her daughter who was leaning over the refrigerator. "Should I ask?"
Pan looked at her, shook her head, extracted a can of Coke and settled down to watch TV.
*
Gohan had always had a greater ability to pick up any chi, and especially his former mentor's, than his daughter. It took him only a minute to locate Piccolo's, even though he was meditating. It took even less time to fly over, because of his amazing speed. He dropped down to the clearing walked in front of Piccolo and waited.
"Hello Gohan," Piccolo said, rising to his feet.
"Pan told me you wanted to talk to me," he said, his face solemn.
Piccolo nodded. "We may have a new problem. An enemy."
Gohan closed his eyes. "It's been so long…"
*
"Hey Okasan, can I ask Bra over so we can go to the mall?" Pan asked when the program she had been watching was done. "I do not want to be around when Otousan gets back..."
Videl thought for a moment. "Okay. Do you need money for lunch?"
"That would be nice," Pan replied.
The mother pulled a bill out of her pocket and handed it to her daughter. "Treat Bura-chan to something and ask Goten and Trunks if they would like to go," she instructed.
Pan opened her mouth to protest against the two older sayai-jins coming.
"Don't you dare whine, Pan-chan. Shoo!"
"Thanks for the fifty, Okasan!" Pan jumped out the window and
flew away.
"Fifty? That was a..." Videl ran out to fly after her daughter,
but she was already gone. "I have to start training again..." She then
noticed the two men. "Yo Trunks! Goten! Go to the mall and supervise Pan
and Bra! Eat lunch too!"
"Sure, Videl-san!" they chimed. Taking off, however, Trunks
remarked to Goten, "Is this how I must spend my week off from college?
Chasing thirteen year old girls around the mall?" His voice was soon lost in the wind.
Goten nodded. "The story of my life..."
*
"So, monitor any change in her mood or fighting ability, and train both yourself and her like hell. You know the routine."
"I know, Piccolo-san. Tell me about what you see in your meditation,
'k?"
"Yeah." Piccolo sat down again and closed his eyes. Soon he began to hover slightly.
Gohan knew enough not to say "Ja Ne" because Piccolo would not
answer. "Pan is going to have quite the lecture when I get home."
*
"C'mon, Pan-chan! Lets go to Claire's!"
"Are you Bura, or are you Bulma-san's newest invention: the
ultimate shopping machine?" sighed an exasperated Pan.
Bura giggled childishly and they proceeded to the store.
"Oh look at this kawaii key chain Pan-san!" Bura exclaimed. Pan did not reply. Her bangs hung over her eyes and her feet were planted wide apart. "Pan?" Bura asked nervously. There was an odd violet glow in the girl's eyes. "Are you okay?" Suddenly, Pan crumpled to the floor and began to pant heavily, her body shaking, ticking and shivering. Her friend gasped and ran to the lady at the front desk.
"Call an ambulance!!"
The teenager behind the counter looked over Bura's shoulder, gasped, and reached for the phone. "Oh kami...oh kami...oh kami..."she mumbled as the phone rang.
Bra then raced through the mall and the dense throng of people, tears streaming down her face as she ran, to Gamestop, where her onisan and Goten were shopping.
"There's something wrong with Pan! Come quick!"
The two looked at Bra's tear-stained face, exchanged looks and ran to Claire's, When they arrived, Pan had regained consciousness, but barely. Her breaths were short and shallow and her eyelids drooped. Goten ran to her.
"Pan, what's wrong?!" he yelled.
"There's a voice... in my head..." Her body shook convulsively.
"What do you mean?!" Trunks shouted.
"It's...Sa...tu...rn" Another shiver raced up Pan's body and unconsciousness took her once more.
A/N: Sorry that the italics aren't showing up. I guess they don't allow HTML in stories anymore...*sigh* I don't have any way to make thoughts in italic now! Oh well...Please review!
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 don't own Claire's or Gamestop.
Next time: The first is killed! But by who?