AN: I've decided to make Gohan her father, k? I changed the authors note in
the beginning chapter. And yes, Pan's a saiyan. everyone who is a saiyan,
is sayian. But Pans a full blood saiyan. Please read the summary again in
the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!
Dedications: MY COMPUTER! I love you, I love you. Oh yeah, and my Pepsi. THANK YOU PEPSI CREATORS!
(note: This is written in points of views.)
Pan:
After being transferred from home to home, I have learned to put a mask on.
To show no emotion.
So my face right now says "I don't give a shit."
Well, I must say, that bitch is trying.
"Umm, so what do you like to do for fun?" she says nervously. Ms. Hintorau, according to the nameplate.
"You don't want to know." I said dully. She's trying too hard.
"Umm. Oh! Your new foster parents are here!" she said brightly.
Did I tell you that I was an expert on reading people's faces?
"They would like to talk to you, to know you better."
"Fine."
A woman walks in, accompanied by a tall man. The woman hair is in a severe bun, black hair, which whitened in age. She looks about.. 47. The man look 25, wild hair and a stupid, goofy grin on his face.
I hate them already.
"How are you, Pan?" The woman says gently.
Stop buttering me up. "I've been better," I say out loud.
"I'm Chi Chi Son, and this is my husband, Goku Son."
Husband? Whoa, this lady sleeps with young men!
"You're Pan Satan, right?"
I'm still amazed at their age differences. I say a quick "Yeah." to cover my embarrassment.
"Come on, let's go to your new home!" The lady says.
I slowly get up from my slouched position, grabbing my dirty messenger bag, I practically run out the door.
Chi Chi:
"Goku, don't scare her, ok?" I whisper to him, while heading to the car.
"Scare? Why would I scare her Chi Chi??"
Sometimes, he is so dense.
"Don't tell her you fight, ok?" I explain slowly.
"Ok!" says Goku.
"This way, sweetie!" I say to Pan.
Am I being too sweet?
Pan:
Ugh.
I go in the back of their old capsule car model.
I hope they don't freak out when I tell them I fight. That's how I got kicked out of the other homes.
The old lady is babbling about who knows what.
"I have a son named Goten, and you would like to meet his friend Trunks, too."
Underwear? Whoa, they need to rename the "Trunks" guy.
AN: So both of our characters are worried about their fighting skills. Wanna know what's next?? Then review because if you don't, I won't write! HA!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DBZ!
Dedications: MY COMPUTER! I love you, I love you. Oh yeah, and my Pepsi. THANK YOU PEPSI CREATORS!
(note: This is written in points of views.)
Pan:
After being transferred from home to home, I have learned to put a mask on.
To show no emotion.
So my face right now says "I don't give a shit."
Well, I must say, that bitch is trying.
"Umm, so what do you like to do for fun?" she says nervously. Ms. Hintorau, according to the nameplate.
"You don't want to know." I said dully. She's trying too hard.
"Umm. Oh! Your new foster parents are here!" she said brightly.
Did I tell you that I was an expert on reading people's faces?
"They would like to talk to you, to know you better."
"Fine."
A woman walks in, accompanied by a tall man. The woman hair is in a severe bun, black hair, which whitened in age. She looks about.. 47. The man look 25, wild hair and a stupid, goofy grin on his face.
I hate them already.
"How are you, Pan?" The woman says gently.
Stop buttering me up. "I've been better," I say out loud.
"I'm Chi Chi Son, and this is my husband, Goku Son."
Husband? Whoa, this lady sleeps with young men!
"You're Pan Satan, right?"
I'm still amazed at their age differences. I say a quick "Yeah." to cover my embarrassment.
"Come on, let's go to your new home!" The lady says.
I slowly get up from my slouched position, grabbing my dirty messenger bag, I practically run out the door.
Chi Chi:
"Goku, don't scare her, ok?" I whisper to him, while heading to the car.
"Scare? Why would I scare her Chi Chi??"
Sometimes, he is so dense.
"Don't tell her you fight, ok?" I explain slowly.
"Ok!" says Goku.
"This way, sweetie!" I say to Pan.
Am I being too sweet?
Pan:
Ugh.
I go in the back of their old capsule car model.
I hope they don't freak out when I tell them I fight. That's how I got kicked out of the other homes.
The old lady is babbling about who knows what.
"I have a son named Goten, and you would like to meet his friend Trunks, too."
Underwear? Whoa, they need to rename the "Trunks" guy.
AN: So both of our characters are worried about their fighting skills. Wanna know what's next?? Then review because if you don't, I won't write! HA!
