Hey, Raven's back with another chappy! ^.^ I- for some weird reason, like to make corrupted stories that aren't at all like the real show. Well, I hope that what I write doesn't offend you because I'm just writing for fun. Anywaz, I'm gonna continue. Here we go~!

"How long have you been having… er, these premonitions?" The thin wiry man stood up and paced the floor, shuffling his leather feet. Pan scowled.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, you *&^**^%*^(%&$%(&^(&) doctor…" she thought. She knew she could take him out cold, but she liked the oriental rug beneath her feet. "Wouldn't wanna get it stained," she thought, wryly. Pan kneaded her hand into the flesh of her palm, resisting the urge to see his mouth crimson. Then she smiled sarcastically and fluttered her long eyelashes.
"About a week, sir." She giggled and made her face blush like a shy school-girl. She could tell the doc was starting to feel uncomfortable. Pan winked slyly and ran her tongue across her lips.
"Erm… alright. What do y-you s-see in these p-premonitions?" The doc gulped and shuddered while Pan sexily flipped her hair while running her fingers through them. She could feel Trunk's ki flare from the other side of the room. "Ah, so he's getting the picture." She thought, smiling sarcastically at the psychiatrist again. Trunks was gripping the sides of his leather chair, his knuckles white. Pan flashed him an innocent look, smiling gently at her lover. Trunks smiled back, believing her.
"I saw…" Pan flushed. She was just about to be humiliated. "I better tell him one of my believable ones," she decided. "I saw dead people."