Next time: The first is killed! But by who?
All is Gone: The First is Slain
Videl sat nervously in the hospital waiting room, fingering the pages of her
book rather than reading it. Even the two young men, Trunks and Goten,
were somber. Bulma had come to the hospital and was comforting and rubbing the back a sobbing Bura. Videl had noticed that Bulma had told her daughter that this "wasn't encouraging to Videl-san". This was not meant for her to overhear, but the mother was troubled more deeply by it.
Trunks was somewhat thankful that they did not tell the stressed mother Pan's odd words that she had muttered before passing out. That was all the poor thing needed! They had, however, told the doctors so she was bound to hear about it sooner or later. Bra had heard, but she had been crying too hard too speak to anyone.
They had been waiting for half an hour before Gohan burst in. He
had brought his mother and had apparently called Mr. Satan as well. His face and eyes were solemn and dark. Chi-chi was also weeping hysterically, though Gohan looked more angry and troubled. He immediately sat himself down next to his wife and did not say a word. Mr. Satan came soon after, in his loud, boisterous way and proclaimed that if anything happened to his granddaughter, he would kill the people responsible. The remark made both Chi-chi and Bra cry even harder.
Gohan could not take it any more.
"Goddammit, Satan! That isn't helping!!" he shouted angrily. "We
are all high strung and we don't need any aggravation in the matter!!
I would appreciate it if you would put your damn pride aside for just a
while so you can act like a gentleman for awhile!!"
"Honey, please..." Videl protested, putting a hand on his arm. Gohan rarely got this furious at anything of this kind.
Gohan stood for a moment, giving positively venomous glares at Mr. Satan, then straightened his tie and sat down.
*
About three hours later, a doctor came out of the office. She walked
briskly over to Videl, her high heels tip-tapping across the floor, and offered the mother her hand.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Victor. You're Pan's mother, correct?"
Videl nodded and shook Dr. Victor's hand, smiling wearily.
"Pan is doing well. She is sleeping right now, but there is some
confusion. We have no idea what caused the fainting or odd words."
"Odd words?" Videl asked. Trunks and Goten cowered. She gave them a look.
"Hai, though they really aren't that important. She was probably just a bit frightened and clouded after her fall. The thing that troubles
us the most, however, is the period when she was breathing very hard.
Its odd, the heart and lungs are in perfect condition, she has plenty of iron in her blood, and there is nothing we can find that will explain all of this. Even stranger, there was no reason for her to have fainted either."
They were quiet for a moment and everyone in the room waited to hear. "Is she faking?" Videl ventured.
"Iie. She only showed signs of trauma when she woke up for a few
minutes. We feel that we should keep an eye on her for a few more hours
but she should be able to go home today. You'll just need to let her rest up for awhile and keep her home from school. We'll send a nurse over to monitor her also, or you could come back here."
"You can come over, thank-you," Videl replied.
Dr. Victor smiled professionally, revealing perfect white teeth, then handed her a few forms. "We just need you to fill out those and Pan will come out in an hour or two."
"Oh thank you Victor-sensei (a/n: sensei is not only a suffix for
a teacher, but doctors also). We are all really thankful."
"My pleasure." The woman walked back into the office, her doctors coat swishing about her knees and the high heels clicking and tapping on the sterile-looking floor.
"Beedel-san, I need to go somewhere for awhile." Gohan said to his wife.
"Na..ni" Gohan was already out the window, giving her a smile.
*
Pan woke up in her own bed. "It all must've been a dream" She
hopped out from her covers and ran downstairs to devour her breakfast.
"Ohayo okasan!" she greeted her mother as she raced by.
Videl looked horrified. "For the love of Dende, Pan! You should be
resting!"
Pan skidded to a stop on the linoleum kitchen floor. She floated over to her mother. "It wasn't a dream?" she asked miserably, knowing what the answer would be.
"Iie, it wasn't." Videl paused for a moment. "If you would like to
get your mind off it, 'the doctors are gonna kill me for this' you can
go to the movies."
Pan smiled despite herself. "Okay." She glanced over at the cereal cabinet, and then said, "...but first breakfast!" Videl laughed. She was like Gohan in a lot of ways.
"I've heard 'The Mummy' is good," the mother suggested as Pan munched on her Cheerios.
"Hmmm...I'll think about it..."
*
Pan was strolling along the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the throng of people as she made her way to the theater. Her black hair was put up in a ponytail, which was unusual for her and the top was tamed by her orange bandanna. Though she usually tried to avoid walking in the middle of the city (It was far, far too loud), she did not really notice today.
"Pan-sama..."
The girl looked around. Why was someone calling her name?
"Pan-sama..."
The lights were awfully bright here, Pan realized. They made her head spin and the sound of all the people melded into one loud drone. The sayai-jin teenager stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, searching for who was looking for her. As her head turned, the lights of East Satan City spun crazily in her eyes.
"Pan-sama, I know you hear me!" The voice was distinctly female...and it was getting louder.
She covered her ears, in an attempt to drive away the background chatter and the voice. "I hear you! What do you want with me?"
A crystal clear laugh resounded through Pan's skull. "Don't tell me you don't recognize me?"
A flash of realization tore it's way through her skull. "It's you!" she shouted. "The woman who spoke to me in the mall yesterday!"
The laugh rang out again. It was chilling, like a breath of ice that wound it's way around Pan's body. The clarity was disturbing and it had no true sound.
"Your right. Oh Pan-sama, thank goodness you remembered." The voice fairly dripped with disdainful sarcasm.
"What do you want with me?!" Pan screamed.
"It's loud, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Why, everything!"
Now that Pan thought about it, the city was uncomfortably noisy. The shouts and laughter and talking radiated over her as if it were a smothering blanket of sound. She covered her ears, but the noise became louder.
"What do you want with all this, this...useless chatter?" the voice demanded, sounding sweet, soft, persuasive, deadly.
Pan clutched her ears harder and her heart thumped against her chest, accelerating to speeds she had never felt, except when she was fighting.
"All of this shouting..."
The girl crumpled to the sidewalk, her bandanna slipping off her hair. The noise spun about in her head, swirling her wits into a mess of tangled, confused thoughts of pain. The roar met her ears like they were being pounded into the ground by the strongest of enemies.
"Are you okay, miss?" inquired a gentleman walking past. He knelt down next to the girl with a worried expression on his face.
"...and screaming..."
Pan cried out in pain and grasped her chest. Once again, her breaths came in short, shallow gasps that wracked her lungs and made her heart beat to near come out of her body.
"Miss?!"
The voice narrowed to sweet poison "...and laughing."
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" the man asked, panicking.
Pan stopped breathing hard. She stood up, her hair slipping out of the neatly done ponytail and covering her face.
"Oh thank god!" the man cried. "I was so worried and...I..."
The girl had lifted her head to reveal a grimace that stretched across her face and tightly squeezed eyes. "Shut up."
"What? Huh?"
Pan's eyes flew open and they glowed purple-black. "I said shut up!!!" she screamed and pulled back her hand, widening her stance. "Now let there be silence!" A purple blast of chi was hurled through the air and shot through the man's neck. He fell to the ground with a thump and a red puddle soon dripped down to the sewer.
A/N: Btw, this story does not make the Sailor Senshi appear. I only used certain plot elements. This chapter got a major change and I believe that it worked quite 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 do not own the Mummy. Dr. Victor, however, is mine. ^_^
Next time: A massacre? Son Gohan and Piccolo's mad search for Son Pan!
All is Gone: The First is Slain
Videl sat nervously in the hospital waiting room, fingering the pages of her
book rather than reading it. Even the two young men, Trunks and Goten,
were somber. Bulma had come to the hospital and was comforting and rubbing the back a sobbing Bura. Videl had noticed that Bulma had told her daughter that this "wasn't encouraging to Videl-san". This was not meant for her to overhear, but the mother was troubled more deeply by it.
Trunks was somewhat thankful that they did not tell the stressed mother Pan's odd words that she had muttered before passing out. That was all the poor thing needed! They had, however, told the doctors so she was bound to hear about it sooner or later. Bra had heard, but she had been crying too hard too speak to anyone.
They had been waiting for half an hour before Gohan burst in. He
had brought his mother and had apparently called Mr. Satan as well. His face and eyes were solemn and dark. Chi-chi was also weeping hysterically, though Gohan looked more angry and troubled. He immediately sat himself down next to his wife and did not say a word. Mr. Satan came soon after, in his loud, boisterous way and proclaimed that if anything happened to his granddaughter, he would kill the people responsible. The remark made both Chi-chi and Bra cry even harder.
Gohan could not take it any more.
"Goddammit, Satan! That isn't helping!!" he shouted angrily. "We
are all high strung and we don't need any aggravation in the matter!!
I would appreciate it if you would put your damn pride aside for just a
while so you can act like a gentleman for awhile!!"
"Honey, please..." Videl protested, putting a hand on his arm. Gohan rarely got this furious at anything of this kind.
Gohan stood for a moment, giving positively venomous glares at Mr. Satan, then straightened his tie and sat down.
*
About three hours later, a doctor came out of the office. She walked
briskly over to Videl, her high heels tip-tapping across the floor, and offered the mother her hand.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Victor. You're Pan's mother, correct?"
Videl nodded and shook Dr. Victor's hand, smiling wearily.
"Pan is doing well. She is sleeping right now, but there is some
confusion. We have no idea what caused the fainting or odd words."
"Odd words?" Videl asked. Trunks and Goten cowered. She gave them a look.
"Hai, though they really aren't that important. She was probably just a bit frightened and clouded after her fall. The thing that troubles
us the most, however, is the period when she was breathing very hard.
Its odd, the heart and lungs are in perfect condition, she has plenty of iron in her blood, and there is nothing we can find that will explain all of this. Even stranger, there was no reason for her to have fainted either."
They were quiet for a moment and everyone in the room waited to hear. "Is she faking?" Videl ventured.
"Iie. She only showed signs of trauma when she woke up for a few
minutes. We feel that we should keep an eye on her for a few more hours
but she should be able to go home today. You'll just need to let her rest up for awhile and keep her home from school. We'll send a nurse over to monitor her also, or you could come back here."
"You can come over, thank-you," Videl replied.
Dr. Victor smiled professionally, revealing perfect white teeth, then handed her a few forms. "We just need you to fill out those and Pan will come out in an hour or two."
"Oh thank you Victor-sensei (a/n: sensei is not only a suffix for
a teacher, but doctors also). We are all really thankful."
"My pleasure." The woman walked back into the office, her doctors coat swishing about her knees and the high heels clicking and tapping on the sterile-looking floor.
"Beedel-san, I need to go somewhere for awhile." Gohan said to his wife.
"Na..ni" Gohan was already out the window, giving her a smile.
*
Pan woke up in her own bed. "It all must've been a dream" She
hopped out from her covers and ran downstairs to devour her breakfast.
"Ohayo okasan!" she greeted her mother as she raced by.
Videl looked horrified. "For the love of Dende, Pan! You should be
resting!"
Pan skidded to a stop on the linoleum kitchen floor. She floated over to her mother. "It wasn't a dream?" she asked miserably, knowing what the answer would be.
"Iie, it wasn't." Videl paused for a moment. "If you would like to
get your mind off it, 'the doctors are gonna kill me for this' you can
go to the movies."
Pan smiled despite herself. "Okay." She glanced over at the cereal cabinet, and then said, "...but first breakfast!" Videl laughed. She was like Gohan in a lot of ways.
"I've heard 'The Mummy' is good," the mother suggested as Pan munched on her Cheerios.
"Hmmm...I'll think about it..."
*
Pan was strolling along the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the throng of people as she made her way to the theater. Her black hair was put up in a ponytail, which was unusual for her and the top was tamed by her orange bandanna. Though she usually tried to avoid walking in the middle of the city (It was far, far too loud), she did not really notice today.
"Pan-sama..."
The girl looked around. Why was someone calling her name?
"Pan-sama..."
The lights were awfully bright here, Pan realized. They made her head spin and the sound of all the people melded into one loud drone. The sayai-jin teenager stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, searching for who was looking for her. As her head turned, the lights of East Satan City spun crazily in her eyes.
"Pan-sama, I know you hear me!" The voice was distinctly female...and it was getting louder.
She covered her ears, in an attempt to drive away the background chatter and the voice. "I hear you! What do you want with me?"
A crystal clear laugh resounded through Pan's skull. "Don't tell me you don't recognize me?"
A flash of realization tore it's way through her skull. "It's you!" she shouted. "The woman who spoke to me in the mall yesterday!"
The laugh rang out again. It was chilling, like a breath of ice that wound it's way around Pan's body. The clarity was disturbing and it had no true sound.
"Your right. Oh Pan-sama, thank goodness you remembered." The voice fairly dripped with disdainful sarcasm.
"What do you want with me?!" Pan screamed.
"It's loud, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Why, everything!"
Now that Pan thought about it, the city was uncomfortably noisy. The shouts and laughter and talking radiated over her as if it were a smothering blanket of sound. She covered her ears, but the noise became louder.
"What do you want with all this, this...useless chatter?" the voice demanded, sounding sweet, soft, persuasive, deadly.
Pan clutched her ears harder and her heart thumped against her chest, accelerating to speeds she had never felt, except when she was fighting.
"All of this shouting..."
The girl crumpled to the sidewalk, her bandanna slipping off her hair. The noise spun about in her head, swirling her wits into a mess of tangled, confused thoughts of pain. The roar met her ears like they were being pounded into the ground by the strongest of enemies.
"Are you okay, miss?" inquired a gentleman walking past. He knelt down next to the girl with a worried expression on his face.
"...and screaming..."
Pan cried out in pain and grasped her chest. Once again, her breaths came in short, shallow gasps that wracked her lungs and made her heart beat to near come out of her body.
"Miss?!"
The voice narrowed to sweet poison "...and laughing."
"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" the man asked, panicking.
Pan stopped breathing hard. She stood up, her hair slipping out of the neatly done ponytail and covering her face.
"Oh thank god!" the man cried. "I was so worried and...I..."
The girl had lifted her head to reveal a grimace that stretched across her face and tightly squeezed eyes. "Shut up."
"What? Huh?"
Pan's eyes flew open and they glowed purple-black. "I said shut up!!!" she screamed and pulled back her hand, widening her stance. "Now let there be silence!" A purple blast of chi was hurled through the air and shot through the man's neck. He fell to the ground with a thump and a red puddle soon dripped down to the sewer.
A/N: Btw, this story does not make the Sailor Senshi appear. I only used certain plot elements. This chapter got a major change and I believe that it worked quite 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 do not own the Mummy. Dr. Victor, however, is mine. ^_^
Next time: A massacre? Son Gohan and Piccolo's mad search for Son Pan!