Here's the next part to this fic. Disclaimers etc, are in part one so look back if a) you have forgotten or b) you can be bothered.
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The Angel Of Death
Part 5
"What the hell was that you idiot!?!" Trunks paced back and forwards in his room. "Why the hell did you have to go and do that?" he threw his arms into the air and slumped down onto the bed. He put his head between his knees and thought about what had just happened.
Pan and him were getting on fine, just like good friends should have been, then he had to go and kiss her, and just to make it worse, she returned the kiss. "Stupid idiot!" he cursed at himself. Even worse, he enjoyed it.
He thought back to when she returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around his head and shoulders. His hands roamed freely around her body- "Stop thinking like that! She's a family friend!" He slapped himself across the face and lay back on the bed.
"What are you up to brat?" Trunks flew up off the bed, literally, at his fathers' presence in the room.
"Nothing, father. I just want to be alone," Trunks walked over to his window and shut the curtains. "I'm pretty tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"In other words, you're weak," Vegeta sneered. Trunks looked at his father.
"And just how do you gather that?" Trunks demanded.
"You should be able to go without sleep for at least three days. What if your life depended on it?" Vegeta looked at his son. "Plus," he added as he walked out. "You had enough energy to have a quick, little game with that damn girl," Vegeta walked out and slammed the door. Trunks stood dazed for a few seconds, how would Vegeta know about what he and Pan had done?
"Damn!" Trunks shouted as he pounded the bedside cabinet. A large crack sounded and the cabinet broke in two.
In the hallway Bulma was walking rather quickly to get to the location of the great cracking noise, then she saw Vegeta.
"What was that noise?" She asked. He just stared at her as if she was talking in Namekian. "Vegeta!" Bulma screamed at him. "What was that noise!?!" Vegeta looked at her and snorted.
"Just that stupid brat," he tilted his head in the direction of Trunks' room. "He just broke a small cabinet. He can fix it," He walked off down the stairs and into his gravity machine. Bulma looked up and down the hallway, not sure where to go. She sighed and walked into her room.
"I need a shower," she said to herself as she turned on the stereo and got ready for a shower.
The phone started ringing and Bra picked it up after the fifth ring.
"Hello, Briefs residence," she said in a professional tone.
"Hey Bra, it's Goten…um…is Pan over at your house? She went out with her guy last night and…well…hasn't come home…we've phoned Robert but…um...no answer…and her dad's getting pretty worried," Goten stumbled over what to say, but got there in the end.
"Yeah," Bra laughed out. "She's over here. She's just resting just now, I'll go see if she wants to talk to you. Hang on," before Goten could reply, Bra was off upstairs to wake up Pan.
She knocked the door and waited until Pan uttered a faint 'come in', Bra waltzed in happily. "Hey. Your uncle's on the phone. Your folks are lookin' for ya," Bra said, filing a cordless phone over at Pan. Pan pressed the talk button and Bra left the room.
"Hey uncle Goten," Pan said, trying to sound as happy as possible.
"Pan, where have you been all night? Gohan's been worried sick,"
"I'm sorry uncle. I came to stay the night at Bra's."
"Weren't you out with Robert?" Goten asked.
"Well…I…I was…" Pan said sadly.
"Oh," Goten replied quietly, knowing by the tone of Pan's voice exactly what that meant. "Well, you'd better be home before nine if you want to stay on Gohan's good side, you know what he's like when family members go missing. Especially if his daughter goes running about without telling anyone where she is," Pan smiled.
"Ok, I'll be home before din-"
"No stay for dinner. It's ok with my mom," Bra's voice came down the other line.
"Bra, I thought you had hung up," Goten said, a bit annoyed.
"Well, I was going to, but then I thought I'd just hang around for a while and see what was going on. but, it's alright if she stays for dinner, really, mom won't mind," Pan was going to turn down the offer but Bra walked back into the room and put on a pleading face.
"Fine I'll stay. Goten tell dad I'll be home at eight-thirty," Goten nodded and remembered he was on the phone.
"Will do, I'll see ya later Pan," Goten hung up, and Pan turned to Bra.
"Anything to hear my uncle talk, eh Bra?" Pan smiled her famous Son Pan smile at Bra; she blushed slightly but then quickly snapped at Pan.
"Well if you like my relatives then I can take my pick of yours," Bra said as she flung a pillow at Pan.
"What are you talking about," Pan asked worriedly.
"Look, Pan, there's absolutely no point in lying to me. I know you like Trunks, it's obvious," Pan replied to Bra's statement by flinging a pillow at her. The two girls flung the pillows and covers about the room until feathers littered the floor. They sat up and looked around. "Oopps, I think dad'll be mad if we don't get this cleaned up," Bra said as she picked up one of the pillowcases and flung it onto the bed. She turned around to get Pan to hold the duvet, but Pan wasn't there. "Pan?" Bra questioned.
Just then a jug full of freezing cold water poured down Bra's back, she creamed and turned around as quickly as possible. Expecting Trunks to be standing behind her holding the empty jug, instead she found Pan, rolling on the floor; laughing her head off at her best friend.
Bra snorted and flung herself at Pan, but Pan had expected something like that and was already moving away. She rolled over in the general direction of the door and crashed straight into something hard. It toppled and landed on her stomach, winding her. She choked a few times before she could get air into her lungs and then leant over and gulped the air in.
She could hear Bra laughing in the background and could sense someone's high power level. 'Don't let it be him, don't let it be him,' Pan chanted into her head, she looked up and seen Trunks looking down on her a very concerned look on his face. Pan heard his voice.
"I'm fine," she said. "Don't bother worrying about me." She looked up and Trunks was looking at her confused.
"No one asked," he said, trying to not make it sound like no one cared. 'God did she really read my mind?' Trunks thought to himself. "But, are you alright?" He asked, the concerned look beginning to fade.
He got up and stuck out a hand for her to grasp. She took it gratefully and he pulled her up. Pan found herself a bit too close to him. He had pulled her up, forgetting his own strength, and pulled her into a tight embrace almost. Pan looked up and blushed, pulling away from him. Trunks cleared his throat and left the room. Bra walked past Pan and shook her hands in front of Pan's face, shaking some of the water into her eyes.
"And you say nothing's going on between you and my brother," Bra said as she walked out of the room and down the hallway.
Everyone sat around the dinner table. Vegeta and Bulma sat at opposite ends, Bra and Pan took up another side and Trunks sat opposite Pan; trying his best not to keep looking at her. Everyone ate rather quietly, considering the usual talk that went on when Bra had company round. Bulma tried to start up a conversation several times, but had failed. Finally Vegeta spoke up.
"Look," he said in his normal gruffly tone. "If none of you brats are going to talk to one another you may as well go and leave your mother and I to talk. Either that or say what's bothering you and get it over and done with!" he shoved a rather large helping of turkey into his mouth and chewed on it.
"I'm just a bit tired father," Bra replied.
"Well you should try and get some more sleep at night, then you won't be as grumpy during the day," Bulma laughed at Vegeta's comment about Bra being grumpy. He glared at his mate and she just stared straight back at him. If there was anyone who could out match Vegeta, then it was Bulma and Bulma alone.
He looked away from Bulma and uttered a 'damn woman' under his breath and turned to Pan and Trunks. "What about you two?" he asked. Pan jumped. She didn't think Vegeta would actually ask her; she wasn't even his child. Trunks shook his head and dismissed the question. Vegeta stood and looked at his son.
"You mean you dare defy me!" Vegeta almost shouted. Trunks stood as well.
"I don't need to tell you my problems!" he shouted back. Pan spoke up.
"Please stop shouting, I have a headache," she barely finished her sentence when Vegeta snapped at her.
"Well what's wrong with you besides that? You're never quiet, you're the noisiest little brat outta them all," Pan stood up.
"You want to know what's wrong with me?" she screamed at him. "I was going out with my boyfriend for six months, six months, and suddenly he just wants to get rid of me! He takes me out and dumps me, leaving me with no one and no way to get home! All right!?! If that's not alright then you can just go to hell!" she finished her outburst and ran out of the room; tears streaming down her face. Bra got up to chase after her, but Vegeta held her down by the wrist.
"Leave the brat alone! She can look after herself," Bra stayed put and tried to finish her meal. Trunks couldn't eat any more and just stared at the doorway where Pan had just ran out. He knew if Vegeta aggravated her she would blow her top, but Vegeta would never change and everyone knew it.
Well there you have another short part to my fic.
What will everyone's response be to Pan's outburst? How will Pan deal with it?
ok. You'll all find out as soon as I get the next part up.
Seeya then
Pan
Please review.
The Angel Of Death
Part 5
"What the hell was that you idiot!?!" Trunks paced back and forwards in his room. "Why the hell did you have to go and do that?" he threw his arms into the air and slumped down onto the bed. He put his head between his knees and thought about what had just happened.
Pan and him were getting on fine, just like good friends should have been, then he had to go and kiss her, and just to make it worse, she returned the kiss. "Stupid idiot!" he cursed at himself. Even worse, he enjoyed it.
He thought back to when she returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around his head and shoulders. His hands roamed freely around her body- "Stop thinking like that! She's a family friend!" He slapped himself across the face and lay back on the bed.
"What are you up to brat?" Trunks flew up off the bed, literally, at his fathers' presence in the room.
"Nothing, father. I just want to be alone," Trunks walked over to his window and shut the curtains. "I'm pretty tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."
"In other words, you're weak," Vegeta sneered. Trunks looked at his father.
"And just how do you gather that?" Trunks demanded.
"You should be able to go without sleep for at least three days. What if your life depended on it?" Vegeta looked at his son. "Plus," he added as he walked out. "You had enough energy to have a quick, little game with that damn girl," Vegeta walked out and slammed the door. Trunks stood dazed for a few seconds, how would Vegeta know about what he and Pan had done?
"Damn!" Trunks shouted as he pounded the bedside cabinet. A large crack sounded and the cabinet broke in two.
In the hallway Bulma was walking rather quickly to get to the location of the great cracking noise, then she saw Vegeta.
"What was that noise?" She asked. He just stared at her as if she was talking in Namekian. "Vegeta!" Bulma screamed at him. "What was that noise!?!" Vegeta looked at her and snorted.
"Just that stupid brat," he tilted his head in the direction of Trunks' room. "He just broke a small cabinet. He can fix it," He walked off down the stairs and into his gravity machine. Bulma looked up and down the hallway, not sure where to go. She sighed and walked into her room.
"I need a shower," she said to herself as she turned on the stereo and got ready for a shower.
The phone started ringing and Bra picked it up after the fifth ring.
"Hello, Briefs residence," she said in a professional tone.
"Hey Bra, it's Goten…um…is Pan over at your house? She went out with her guy last night and…well…hasn't come home…we've phoned Robert but…um...no answer…and her dad's getting pretty worried," Goten stumbled over what to say, but got there in the end.
"Yeah," Bra laughed out. "She's over here. She's just resting just now, I'll go see if she wants to talk to you. Hang on," before Goten could reply, Bra was off upstairs to wake up Pan.
She knocked the door and waited until Pan uttered a faint 'come in', Bra waltzed in happily. "Hey. Your uncle's on the phone. Your folks are lookin' for ya," Bra said, filing a cordless phone over at Pan. Pan pressed the talk button and Bra left the room.
"Hey uncle Goten," Pan said, trying to sound as happy as possible.
"Pan, where have you been all night? Gohan's been worried sick,"
"I'm sorry uncle. I came to stay the night at Bra's."
"Weren't you out with Robert?" Goten asked.
"Well…I…I was…" Pan said sadly.
"Oh," Goten replied quietly, knowing by the tone of Pan's voice exactly what that meant. "Well, you'd better be home before nine if you want to stay on Gohan's good side, you know what he's like when family members go missing. Especially if his daughter goes running about without telling anyone where she is," Pan smiled.
"Ok, I'll be home before din-"
"No stay for dinner. It's ok with my mom," Bra's voice came down the other line.
"Bra, I thought you had hung up," Goten said, a bit annoyed.
"Well, I was going to, but then I thought I'd just hang around for a while and see what was going on. but, it's alright if she stays for dinner, really, mom won't mind," Pan was going to turn down the offer but Bra walked back into the room and put on a pleading face.
"Fine I'll stay. Goten tell dad I'll be home at eight-thirty," Goten nodded and remembered he was on the phone.
"Will do, I'll see ya later Pan," Goten hung up, and Pan turned to Bra.
"Anything to hear my uncle talk, eh Bra?" Pan smiled her famous Son Pan smile at Bra; she blushed slightly but then quickly snapped at Pan.
"Well if you like my relatives then I can take my pick of yours," Bra said as she flung a pillow at Pan.
"What are you talking about," Pan asked worriedly.
"Look, Pan, there's absolutely no point in lying to me. I know you like Trunks, it's obvious," Pan replied to Bra's statement by flinging a pillow at her. The two girls flung the pillows and covers about the room until feathers littered the floor. They sat up and looked around. "Oopps, I think dad'll be mad if we don't get this cleaned up," Bra said as she picked up one of the pillowcases and flung it onto the bed. She turned around to get Pan to hold the duvet, but Pan wasn't there. "Pan?" Bra questioned.
Just then a jug full of freezing cold water poured down Bra's back, she creamed and turned around as quickly as possible. Expecting Trunks to be standing behind her holding the empty jug, instead she found Pan, rolling on the floor; laughing her head off at her best friend.
Bra snorted and flung herself at Pan, but Pan had expected something like that and was already moving away. She rolled over in the general direction of the door and crashed straight into something hard. It toppled and landed on her stomach, winding her. She choked a few times before she could get air into her lungs and then leant over and gulped the air in.
She could hear Bra laughing in the background and could sense someone's high power level. 'Don't let it be him, don't let it be him,' Pan chanted into her head, she looked up and seen Trunks looking down on her a very concerned look on his face. Pan heard his voice.
"I'm fine," she said. "Don't bother worrying about me." She looked up and Trunks was looking at her confused.
"No one asked," he said, trying to not make it sound like no one cared. 'God did she really read my mind?' Trunks thought to himself. "But, are you alright?" He asked, the concerned look beginning to fade.
He got up and stuck out a hand for her to grasp. She took it gratefully and he pulled her up. Pan found herself a bit too close to him. He had pulled her up, forgetting his own strength, and pulled her into a tight embrace almost. Pan looked up and blushed, pulling away from him. Trunks cleared his throat and left the room. Bra walked past Pan and shook her hands in front of Pan's face, shaking some of the water into her eyes.
"And you say nothing's going on between you and my brother," Bra said as she walked out of the room and down the hallway.
Everyone sat around the dinner table. Vegeta and Bulma sat at opposite ends, Bra and Pan took up another side and Trunks sat opposite Pan; trying his best not to keep looking at her. Everyone ate rather quietly, considering the usual talk that went on when Bra had company round. Bulma tried to start up a conversation several times, but had failed. Finally Vegeta spoke up.
"Look," he said in his normal gruffly tone. "If none of you brats are going to talk to one another you may as well go and leave your mother and I to talk. Either that or say what's bothering you and get it over and done with!" he shoved a rather large helping of turkey into his mouth and chewed on it.
"I'm just a bit tired father," Bra replied.
"Well you should try and get some more sleep at night, then you won't be as grumpy during the day," Bulma laughed at Vegeta's comment about Bra being grumpy. He glared at his mate and she just stared straight back at him. If there was anyone who could out match Vegeta, then it was Bulma and Bulma alone.
He looked away from Bulma and uttered a 'damn woman' under his breath and turned to Pan and Trunks. "What about you two?" he asked. Pan jumped. She didn't think Vegeta would actually ask her; she wasn't even his child. Trunks shook his head and dismissed the question. Vegeta stood and looked at his son.
"You mean you dare defy me!" Vegeta almost shouted. Trunks stood as well.
"I don't need to tell you my problems!" he shouted back. Pan spoke up.
"Please stop shouting, I have a headache," she barely finished her sentence when Vegeta snapped at her.
"Well what's wrong with you besides that? You're never quiet, you're the noisiest little brat outta them all," Pan stood up.
"You want to know what's wrong with me?" she screamed at him. "I was going out with my boyfriend for six months, six months, and suddenly he just wants to get rid of me! He takes me out and dumps me, leaving me with no one and no way to get home! All right!?! If that's not alright then you can just go to hell!" she finished her outburst and ran out of the room; tears streaming down her face. Bra got up to chase after her, but Vegeta held her down by the wrist.
"Leave the brat alone! She can look after herself," Bra stayed put and tried to finish her meal. Trunks couldn't eat any more and just stared at the doorway where Pan had just ran out. He knew if Vegeta aggravated her she would blow her top, but Vegeta would never change and everyone knew it.
Well there you have another short part to my fic.
What will everyone's response be to Pan's outburst? How will Pan deal with it?
ok. You'll all find out as soon as I get the next part up.
Seeya then
Pan
