Chapter Two: Collage Catastrophes
By: Panny-Plan
A/N: Kind of a short chapter, but hey, I'm not good at writing real long chapters. A lot of people are wondering if I'm just going to make Pan suffer. UH, NO! Don't worry. Trunks is going to suffer. Nobody wants them together, but they eventually do...I think...
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"Pan!"
An angry hand slapped down on her desk. She snapped out of her day dream, and smiled weakly. "Yes Professor?"
The professor removed his hand from her desk and glared at her. "I will not tolerate day dreaming in my class, Miss Son. If you want to learn, then please, pay attention. If you don't, leave and let those who want to, learn."
His nostrils were flaring, and Pan knew what he was telling him. She muttered something under breath about not wanting to leave. She sighed, and stayed put.
"As I was saying," he went on," the vertebrate phylum animals have a backbone. Invertebrates are the ones who don't." He ran his fingers over sheets of papers with red markings. "Quiet a few of you got the two mixed up on your quizzes. And Mr. Abbott, this biology; not physics class." He stared at a boy with blonde hair, and pulled out a paper.
"Ah, Miss Son. We meet again." He walked up to her desk again. "An impressive 96%.Whisch is more than I can say for your effort to pay attention. I'd say that you actually might pass this class."
Pan grinned, and took the paper from his grip. "We all try, but nobody can be as wonderful as me. Can they, Professor?"
His face fell. "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out. Go to Andrews. Your annoying me."
Pan stared at him in amazement, and began to gather her things. She piled them all in her shoulder bag, and walked out of the room, smacking a boy over the head as he whistled at her.
She walked down the quiet halls of her South England University, and stopped at the guidance councilors office. DENISE ANDREWS. Wonderful, she though.
She stepped in, brushing pass the usual gang that made their daily visits with Denise. She sighed, and stepped in.
A woman with light auburn hair with thick black glasses looked up. She had been typing furiously at her computer, and her eyes were a bit glazed over. "Ah, Son Pan. Are we making these a weekly visit? But in the way it's heading, should I make them daily?"
"Only so we can have the moments together, Mrs. Andrews." Pan rolled her eyes.
"I understand you were annoying Professor Wilcox again. Pan," her British accent was beginning to annoy Pan. "Professor Wilcox is a disturbed man. He is going to his midlife crisis."
"They why the hell is he teaching?" Pan sighed, and looked back up at her. "And I wasn't annoying him. I was simply stating I was gifted."
"We don't need you to state that for us to know. We know you're very gifted. I'll let this one pass, alright? Why don't you go back to your dorm. I doubt he wants you back in the class." SHe sighed. It started to daze again...
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Trunks grinned as Pan told them all about her four mysterious years. But nothing about Josh. Josh was a well kept secret. About Professor Wilcox, the professor going through his midlife crisis, the crazy cook, Denise Andrews, and the over enthusiastic principle, Mr. Balance.
"That's funny, Pan." Marron grinned and punched her shoulder playfully like they did when they were all younger. Pan smiled; she couldn't help it. Marron was still like a sister to her.
She noticed that Trunks was looking at her, in a strange way. She smiled his way, and he looked down at his feet. Was he...blushing?!?
Pan yawned and rested her head on Goten's shoulder. He grinned and kissed her head. She smiled and started to fall asleep.
"PAN!"
Pan jumped out of her skin. "Wholly shit! People stop doing that o me!" She turned around to see her mother rushing towards her. "Mom! Dad!"
She jumped over the side of the couch and ran to her parents. Pan was about half an inch taller than Videl. Gohan came over and kissed her head. "Pan, we missed you so much." And that was it.
Bra leaned over and whispered something into Pan's ear. "Let's go find Dad. He'll be happy to see you."
Pan grinned. "Yup, I've been training real hard. He should be proud. And if he isn't I'll kick his ass." She added. Bra laughed.
"Daaaaaaaaaddy!"
Vegeta rounded the corner, holding a bag of chips. "What Bra?"
"Pan wants to say hi! Say hi, daddy."
Pan grinned, and waved. "Hi Vegeta-san!"
He grunted. "Daddy," bra tapped her foot. "Be nice."
"What do you want? Nothing? Then let me finish eating my Doritos, Kakorotts' grand brat!" Vegeta stormed the other way stuffing the chips into his mouth, mumbling something about stupid saiyajin brats. Trunks called after him.
"Dad, that wasn't nice!"
"Yeah daddy!" Bra agreed.
He spun around and glared at them. "Don't question the Prince of Saiyajins, brat!" he turned to Bra. "I'm sorry, Bra. I'll be politer next time," he added with a sneer.
Trunks glared at his sister. Why was it that Bra, who never does anything around here but shop, be closer to Vegeta than he was? He trained with him ever morning. Didn't that count as father-son bonding?
The rest of the night was full of sappy puch lines. Pan was relived when it was time to go home.
"Bye Pan!" Pan smiled. She waved. She had all her stuff under her arms, with her dad helping her. They landed home and Pan was filled with happiness.
Pan dragged her suitcases upstairs and began to unpack. She took out all her shirts and hung them in her empty closet. She took her jeans and shorts and put them in her draws. She took out a box and opened it.
It contained a diamond bracelet Josh had given her. She smiled and looked at it. It was sterling silver with diamonds placed in the silver hearts. Pan pulled off her sweatshirt, took off her jeans and put on pajama pants. she collapsed on her bed. She went into a dream about neither Josh nor Trunks. Just a blank black wholes dream.
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A/N: I suppose the beginning was a bit confusing, but it got explained. It was a flash back, for all of you who didn't know.
What to expect: Shopping, eating contest, and a cliffhanger. heheheheh
