1 Chapter 3
Weeks Later
"Pan! My mom is having a party for some client and you and your parents are invited! It'll be fun. There'll be a dj! And lots of food! (Bra knew the secret weakness to any Saiyan: food.) And Trunks!" Bra shouted into the phone.
"Okay. We'll come but can I bring a date? Its this really cute guy in my English class. I don't want to look pitiful in front of Trunks."
"Sure, whatever. I'll see you then. Bye!"
"Oh crap!" Pan thought, "I'll have to wear a dress."
Capsule Corps. – At the party
Pan and her date, Jake, arrived late to the party. Her philosophy was that she was "fashionably late", which she definitely was. She was stunning in a slinky, floor-length black dress. It hung on every curve. She immediately stole everyone's attention when she walked inside.
"Pan, you look so good! You didn't even need my help!" Bra exclaimed. She did a double take. Jake had his arms wrapped around Pan's waist and they were roaming around…
"Jake! Uh…could you go put our stuff away and get us something to eat? Please?" Pan asked in her sweetest, syrupy voice.
"Duh…ok," Jake said as he walked away.
"So, he's quite a…catch," Bra said, trying to be convincing.
"I know what you mean. He's hot but a little bit too 'touchy-feely'. And dumb as hell. He makes my Grandpa Goku look like Einstein. He's on my college's football team because he can knock down a row of guys. He's soooo talented. But I needed a date and he agreed. I don't want Trunks to think I'm pathetic and I can't get a date," Pan said.
Bra laughed at the irony of the situation. "You ARE pathetic!" Bra said between chuckles. Pan laughed along with her; she realized how lame she sounded.
"What's so funny?" someone asked behind them. pan and Bra turned around and there stood Trunks.
"Um…I have to…do something," Bra announced suddenly. She turned around and left, passing by Pan and giving her a thumbs up.
"Real smooth," Pan muttered to her. Then she added as an afterthought loudly, "Tell Goten I said hi!"
Bra froze. She turned around slowly, red in the face. Pan and Trunks laughed at her reaction. "So Trunks! How's your life been?" Pan asked him.
"Well, Capsule Corps. just got a new, powerful client so things are going good for me. That's why we're having this party. How are your classes?" Trunks responded.
"Oh, they're fine. I barely passed biology so now I have to work even harder. So, yeah. School sucks. I-"
"Hey Pan, let's dance," Jake interrupted as he slipped his arms around Pan and looked at Trunks. "I'm Jake," he said as he extended his hand to shake Trunks', "Pan's DATE. So, let's dance." He pulled Pan away. Pan turned to look at Trunks. His blue eyes were looking back at her. She mouthed the words "sorry" and "I'll talk to you later". Jake pulled her closer and swayed uncoordinatedly to the music.
Trunks stared at Pan, thinking of what an asshole Jake was until he was interrupted by Marron. She was her usual cheery, slutty self. (I don't know if that's what she's like but let's pretend.)
"Trunks," she purred, "will you dance with me?"
"Okay. Sure," was his weak reply.
She grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. She put his hand tightly around her slim waist. She looked into Trunks' eyes, trying to get him interested in her. Trunks' eyes were locked on Pan so she snuggled closer into his arms.
As Pan watched Marron snuggle closer to Trunks, her broke. She felt like breaking into tears. Then Marron whispered something into his ear and giggled. That made Pan so mad that she wanted to shove a Kamehameha up Marron's ass. (I heard someone use that before and I love it so I decided to use. Sorry if you made that up.)
The minute the song ended, Jake pulled Pan off the dance floor and started to grab their coats. "Where're you going?" Pan asked, alarmed.
"We're leaving," Jake stated matter-of-factly.
"Where are WE going?" Pan said as her temper rose higher.
"We're going to my dorm. Everyone's gone," he said with a dopey grin on his face.
"Why?" Pan asked loudly, already knowing the answer and attracting people's attention.
"So we can…do stuff," came the reply, "let's go." Jake grabbed her arm.
"No!!" she shouted. Her ki skyrocketed then dropped back down. Trunks felt it and immediately rushed to her.
"She said no! Buh-bye!" he said for her.
"Trunks, I can handle this," Pan said, pissed off.
"Come on, stop being a frigid bitch," Jake said, starting to get mad.
"Don't call her that, you asshole!" Trunks shouted as he advanced on Jake.
"Trunks!" Pan yelled, "leave him alone. I'm not a little girl. I can handle this!"
Trunks backed off but kept a Vegeta-like scowl on his face. Pan smiled sweetly to Jake as she said, "You know, this just isn't working out but before you go, here." She lightly kicked him in the groin and doubled over in pain. "I barely touched you," she complained, "you want to really feel what I can do? Here." She sent him a swift kick to his stomach, sending him flying across the room. Trunks came running up to her.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" he asked.
"Trunks! I'm fine! In case you haven't noticed, I'm part Saiyan. Besides, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself. I…" Pan trailed off.
Trunks was looking her up and down, not checking her out, but really looking at who she'd grown up to be. He realized she grew up, she wasn't the wild teen she was before. She was beautiful and she was legal. (She has been since she was 18 but in the circumstances, he just now realized this and is now attracted to her.) Suddenly, all his reasoning was thrown away as he leaned in to kiss her. (But not like she was complaining. Their lips touched lightly then…
To Be Continued…
Okay guys sorry I left off there. What happened? Why didn't anyone review? You're all hurting my feelings. (tear) Well, thanks for reading.
-Dreamberry
Weeks Later
"Pan! My mom is having a party for some client and you and your parents are invited! It'll be fun. There'll be a dj! And lots of food! (Bra knew the secret weakness to any Saiyan: food.) And Trunks!" Bra shouted into the phone.
"Okay. We'll come but can I bring a date? Its this really cute guy in my English class. I don't want to look pitiful in front of Trunks."
"Sure, whatever. I'll see you then. Bye!"
"Oh crap!" Pan thought, "I'll have to wear a dress."
Capsule Corps. – At the party
Pan and her date, Jake, arrived late to the party. Her philosophy was that she was "fashionably late", which she definitely was. She was stunning in a slinky, floor-length black dress. It hung on every curve. She immediately stole everyone's attention when she walked inside.
"Pan, you look so good! You didn't even need my help!" Bra exclaimed. She did a double take. Jake had his arms wrapped around Pan's waist and they were roaming around…
"Jake! Uh…could you go put our stuff away and get us something to eat? Please?" Pan asked in her sweetest, syrupy voice.
"Duh…ok," Jake said as he walked away.
"So, he's quite a…catch," Bra said, trying to be convincing.
"I know what you mean. He's hot but a little bit too 'touchy-feely'. And dumb as hell. He makes my Grandpa Goku look like Einstein. He's on my college's football team because he can knock down a row of guys. He's soooo talented. But I needed a date and he agreed. I don't want Trunks to think I'm pathetic and I can't get a date," Pan said.
Bra laughed at the irony of the situation. "You ARE pathetic!" Bra said between chuckles. Pan laughed along with her; she realized how lame she sounded.
"What's so funny?" someone asked behind them. pan and Bra turned around and there stood Trunks.
"Um…I have to…do something," Bra announced suddenly. She turned around and left, passing by Pan and giving her a thumbs up.
"Real smooth," Pan muttered to her. Then she added as an afterthought loudly, "Tell Goten I said hi!"
Bra froze. She turned around slowly, red in the face. Pan and Trunks laughed at her reaction. "So Trunks! How's your life been?" Pan asked him.
"Well, Capsule Corps. just got a new, powerful client so things are going good for me. That's why we're having this party. How are your classes?" Trunks responded.
"Oh, they're fine. I barely passed biology so now I have to work even harder. So, yeah. School sucks. I-"
"Hey Pan, let's dance," Jake interrupted as he slipped his arms around Pan and looked at Trunks. "I'm Jake," he said as he extended his hand to shake Trunks', "Pan's DATE. So, let's dance." He pulled Pan away. Pan turned to look at Trunks. His blue eyes were looking back at her. She mouthed the words "sorry" and "I'll talk to you later". Jake pulled her closer and swayed uncoordinatedly to the music.
Trunks stared at Pan, thinking of what an asshole Jake was until he was interrupted by Marron. She was her usual cheery, slutty self. (I don't know if that's what she's like but let's pretend.)
"Trunks," she purred, "will you dance with me?"
"Okay. Sure," was his weak reply.
She grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. She put his hand tightly around her slim waist. She looked into Trunks' eyes, trying to get him interested in her. Trunks' eyes were locked on Pan so she snuggled closer into his arms.
As Pan watched Marron snuggle closer to Trunks, her broke. She felt like breaking into tears. Then Marron whispered something into his ear and giggled. That made Pan so mad that she wanted to shove a Kamehameha up Marron's ass. (I heard someone use that before and I love it so I decided to use. Sorry if you made that up.)
The minute the song ended, Jake pulled Pan off the dance floor and started to grab their coats. "Where're you going?" Pan asked, alarmed.
"We're leaving," Jake stated matter-of-factly.
"Where are WE going?" Pan said as her temper rose higher.
"We're going to my dorm. Everyone's gone," he said with a dopey grin on his face.
"Why?" Pan asked loudly, already knowing the answer and attracting people's attention.
"So we can…do stuff," came the reply, "let's go." Jake grabbed her arm.
"No!!" she shouted. Her ki skyrocketed then dropped back down. Trunks felt it and immediately rushed to her.
"She said no! Buh-bye!" he said for her.
"Trunks, I can handle this," Pan said, pissed off.
"Come on, stop being a frigid bitch," Jake said, starting to get mad.
"Don't call her that, you asshole!" Trunks shouted as he advanced on Jake.
"Trunks!" Pan yelled, "leave him alone. I'm not a little girl. I can handle this!"
Trunks backed off but kept a Vegeta-like scowl on his face. Pan smiled sweetly to Jake as she said, "You know, this just isn't working out but before you go, here." She lightly kicked him in the groin and doubled over in pain. "I barely touched you," she complained, "you want to really feel what I can do? Here." She sent him a swift kick to his stomach, sending him flying across the room. Trunks came running up to her.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" he asked.
"Trunks! I'm fine! In case you haven't noticed, I'm part Saiyan. Besides, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself. I…" Pan trailed off.
Trunks was looking her up and down, not checking her out, but really looking at who she'd grown up to be. He realized she grew up, she wasn't the wild teen she was before. She was beautiful and she was legal. (She has been since she was 18 but in the circumstances, he just now realized this and is now attracted to her.) Suddenly, all his reasoning was thrown away as he leaned in to kiss her. (But not like she was complaining. Their lips touched lightly then…
To Be Continued…
Okay guys sorry I left off there. What happened? Why didn't anyone review? You're all hurting my feelings. (tear) Well, thanks for reading.
-Dreamberry