Chapter 1
"Riiinnnggg!!!" "Hello?" Pan answered.
"Hey! Its Carmen! I'm sorry I missed your birthday! You're 21! You are officially an adult who can do everything you couldn't at 18! So, do you want to come with me clubbing tonight? We can meet some hot guys. Come on. Say yes. I want to make up for missing your birthday," Carmen, Pan's party-hardy (did I just write party-hardy? Wow, I'm lame) college friend asked.
"I guess I will. Sure," Pan answered.
"Ok, see you tonight. Dress up! Bye!" Carmen chirped enthusiastically.
"Great," thought Pan, "now I'll have to find something to wear. I know! I'll just ask Bra. Actually, that might be a bad idea. I'm afraid of what she'll put me in. But if I go over there, I can see Trunks." So she flew to the enormous property of Capsule Corps. to see her best friend and hopefully the love of her life.
She landed on the meticulously green lawn of Capsule Corps. She looked to the left. The door to the gravity room opened. "Hey Vegeta!" she called. His response was a scowl. She opened the front door and yelled loudly, "Heeeeeeeeeellllllloooooo!!!!!!! Anyone home?!"
"Right here!" someone shouted back at her. There stood the Purple-Haired Wonder (just felt like saying that) in all his glory.
Pan nearly keeled over. She immediately straightened up and tried to act cool. "Trunks! Hi. Um... is um...is Bra here?" she stuttered. He pointed upstairs. "Ok. Thanks," she said as she headed to Bra's room
"Its good to see you, Pan," Trunks called after her. Pan didn't answer because she didn't want him to see her unbelievingly crimson face at the moment.
"Bra? Help me!" Pan exclaimed to her best friend.
"What's up?" said Bra, who was a close duplicate of her mother.
"One of my crazy college friends wants to take me clubbing for my birthday and I want you to dress me up because I have no clothes for that." Pan explained.
"Isn't it kind of late for your birthday? But anyways, any excuse for me to do a makeover on you is good enough for me. You know, you look really good dressed up."
"Thanks, but I'd rather not wear clothes that are so small and tight that a ten-year-old can wear it. I like to be comfortable. You're lucky you're even getting this chance to see me dressed up." Pan argued. And so the geek-to-chic (I watch too much Jenny Jones and talk shows.) transformation began.
Hours later, a very different, a very sexy Pan emerged. "Wow," Bra proclaimed in awe, "sometimes I amaze myself at how good I am at this." Pan looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her makeup had been done, not overdone, but enough to keep her from looking like a pale, sickly person. It highlighted and accented her features and brought out her beauty. (I know every other fanfic says this but just so you know, she was beautiful) She wore a black halter top and a pretty short denim skirt. The length was disputed. Pan didn't want it to be slutty. She was now ready to leave.
I am so sorry for not writing sooner and I'm even more sorry that this chapter sucked so much. Keep in mind that I'm trying to set up the story for later and I didn't want you all to be confused as to why Pan was at a club. If you all review, I'll type a hell of a lot faster. But if you're going to flame me and tell me that you hate this story, save your time. I know. Thank you for all your reviews. Oh yeah, please, please, please rename my story.
- Dreamberry
"Riiinnnggg!!!" "Hello?" Pan answered.
"Hey! Its Carmen! I'm sorry I missed your birthday! You're 21! You are officially an adult who can do everything you couldn't at 18! So, do you want to come with me clubbing tonight? We can meet some hot guys. Come on. Say yes. I want to make up for missing your birthday," Carmen, Pan's party-hardy (did I just write party-hardy? Wow, I'm lame) college friend asked.
"I guess I will. Sure," Pan answered.
"Ok, see you tonight. Dress up! Bye!" Carmen chirped enthusiastically.
"Great," thought Pan, "now I'll have to find something to wear. I know! I'll just ask Bra. Actually, that might be a bad idea. I'm afraid of what she'll put me in. But if I go over there, I can see Trunks." So she flew to the enormous property of Capsule Corps. to see her best friend and hopefully the love of her life.
She landed on the meticulously green lawn of Capsule Corps. She looked to the left. The door to the gravity room opened. "Hey Vegeta!" she called. His response was a scowl. She opened the front door and yelled loudly, "Heeeeeeeeeellllllloooooo!!!!!!! Anyone home?!"
"Right here!" someone shouted back at her. There stood the Purple-Haired Wonder (just felt like saying that) in all his glory.
Pan nearly keeled over. She immediately straightened up and tried to act cool. "Trunks! Hi. Um... is um...is Bra here?" she stuttered. He pointed upstairs. "Ok. Thanks," she said as she headed to Bra's room
"Its good to see you, Pan," Trunks called after her. Pan didn't answer because she didn't want him to see her unbelievingly crimson face at the moment.
"Bra? Help me!" Pan exclaimed to her best friend.
"What's up?" said Bra, who was a close duplicate of her mother.
"One of my crazy college friends wants to take me clubbing for my birthday and I want you to dress me up because I have no clothes for that." Pan explained.
"Isn't it kind of late for your birthday? But anyways, any excuse for me to do a makeover on you is good enough for me. You know, you look really good dressed up."
"Thanks, but I'd rather not wear clothes that are so small and tight that a ten-year-old can wear it. I like to be comfortable. You're lucky you're even getting this chance to see me dressed up." Pan argued. And so the geek-to-chic (I watch too much Jenny Jones and talk shows.) transformation began.
Hours later, a very different, a very sexy Pan emerged. "Wow," Bra proclaimed in awe, "sometimes I amaze myself at how good I am at this." Pan looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her makeup had been done, not overdone, but enough to keep her from looking like a pale, sickly person. It highlighted and accented her features and brought out her beauty. (I know every other fanfic says this but just so you know, she was beautiful) She wore a black halter top and a pretty short denim skirt. The length was disputed. Pan didn't want it to be slutty. She was now ready to leave.
I am so sorry for not writing sooner and I'm even more sorry that this chapter sucked so much. Keep in mind that I'm trying to set up the story for later and I didn't want you all to be confused as to why Pan was at a club. If you all review, I'll type a hell of a lot faster. But if you're going to flame me and tell me that you hate this story, save your time. I know. Thank you for all your reviews. Oh yeah, please, please, please rename my story.
- Dreamberry