NOTE: I do not own DBZ, okay? I wish I did. Tears of an Angel would be a series, etc, etc. But I don't, and I'm not likely to.
EXTRA NOTE: This is one of my freakier chapters, okay? Not really, but...
VERY WEIRD OTHER NOTE: I, yet again, have turned to the inventing wheel. AKA: More new stuff that was made up by me.
Chapter 3
For An Old Friend of Buruma
"Mommy, I want you to talk to..."
Juuhachi Chestnut was only half-listening to her daughter's rant. More pressing concerns were on her mind. What the hell was Marron planning now?
She did not want to get thrown out of the king's semi-good favor now. Marron wanted the young prince to be hers--like she had for years. Only now it was suddenly more serious. The prince was finally going to have his mate announced--Buruma had chosen the girl on her deathbed. None knew of it but King Vejita.
If it was not Marron...
If Marron forced her to talk to the king...
Both would end in disaster, with one side defeated, beaten. The other glorified. But who was the girl who was to be queen of all saiyajins one day?
Where was she?
Why could she not come forth and end this suffering caused by the delay?
Juuhachi Chestnut was glad the girl would show up tonight at the ball. Very glad. After all, Marron couldn't compete with the real deal.
***
Vejita paused for a moment, unsure of himself. After all, he had to break the news that he didn't even really like. A Son, third-class warrior.
"Son Pan."
"NANI?!" Trunks shrieked, making Vejita and Bura hold their ears and wince in pain. "You didn't have to shout, niichan!" Bura said with a pout on her face.
"What do you mean, Son Pan? I just met her today!" Vejita smirked. "Get used to it brat." Trunks powered up to super saiyajin. "Why I oughta..."
"You wouldn't dare." Vejita stood arrogantly in front of him, arms crossed.
"Oh, yes I would..." Trunks muttered under his breath, but to his father said, "I guess that's okay. Pan was nice and near my chi level..."
Vejita smiled.
Bura giggled and aimed her camera at Trunks. "Say that again niichan!" "Tousan, she makes me sound like an idiot!" Vejita merely smiled at the two, infuriating both of them. "Tousan..."
***
Pan ran into her apartment, and saw her mother standing there waiting for her. "Kaachan?" She looked questioningly at the one who had given her life.
"Um, Pan-chan, there is something you should know... Um, the ball tonight, the prince's mate..." "What about it? I met the prince today and he said something about that, but..."
"His mate is you."
"Nani desu ka?" Pan looked shocked and a little disbelieving. "It's true, Pan." "Okay. Next thing I know, Grandpa's gonna blow up the moon."
"Panny..." Her mother said warningly and Pan knew her mother was telling the truth. "But I only met him today..." She barely managed to keep herself from falling down.
"You have to get ready for the gala tonight Panny. I brought your dress. One of Mira's dress designers made it for you."
The dress was beautiful. It was red silk with black velvet trim around her chest and a diamond waistband. Strictly speaking, gorgeous. Red silk spike heels completed the outfit along with a beautiful wreath of black and white roses for her hair.
"Kami..." Pan breathed as she looked at the dress. "It's really... for me..." "Hai, now you better get changed." Pan put on a black silk slip and slipped the dress on over her head.
It looked perfect on her.
"Now it might be time to get there early." Videl grabbed her daughter's hand and walked her to the aircar waiting for the two. Like mother, like daughter.
***
Trunks looked around cautiously for Marron. If he knew Marron, and he did, she would be looking for him--AAAAAH! This was so not good. So, so not good. He had blown up Bura's video camera, avoided his father after his little scene, and was planning on high-tailing it out of here.
Just then, Pan arrived. Looking beautiful in a bloodred dress, she was freaking gorgeous. All eyes at the ball went over to her. Vejita cleared his throat and all eyes riveted towards him, the king.
"As you all should know, my mate had chosen a mate for my son on her deathbed. The girl is here today. My son will be mated to--"
Marron squealed delightedly. "Me, of course!" she whispered to a friend, giggling. "Son Pan." "WHAT?!" Marron shouted in her friend's ear. All eyes moved again towards Pan.
"Umm, well, I,oh, whatever, um, ya see, I, er..." Marron said to her friend. "This is just a joke! His mate is really me!" "It doesn't look like it," her friend said.
"I didn't know about this, er, arrangement till this afternoon. I really don't know anything about this, so if you want to blame anyone, don't blame me." Bura stated matter-o-factly, so she wouldn't get in trouble with anyone in love with her brother.
"What the freak is wrong with these people?" Pan whispered to Trunks, who was at her side rolling his eyes. "Dunno, beats the crap outta me," he whispered back. "But it'll stop soon, I think."
"Prince Trunks, Princess Pan, we'd like a picture of you two kissing for the MBCN." "Umm," said Pan. "Huh?" said Trunks. "Yay," said the audience.
"Brat, do it." Vejita said. "Whatever." Trunks glared at his father. "Thank you so much, oh kind and caring father." He leaned over to Pan and kissed her, on the lips.
Owari.
I'm mean. Yeah, yeah, I'm mean! Woohoo!
tinuviel