A/N: :P Sorry, I couldn't resist the false warning of a lemon. *stupid grin*
That's how things are supposed to be, SSJS-C...? *thinks* That doesn't seem right...
Disclaimer: Thanks for covering for me, T. "No problem, but I suggest you run, because here they come." Crap!
"Why Me?!"
"What's happening?!" she screamed out, crystalline tears cascading from shimmering azure orbs. Her voice, so strained and so hoarse, was barely audible over the ceiling fan that methodically spun in a wild dance that only it could master. Pan sunk to the wooden flooring, staring vacantly at a small puddle that was forming on the shining surface. Her shoulders shook as her head lolled to the side, her hazy mind trying to determine what was causing the growing puddle. "What's happening?" a whisper escaped her pale rose lips. "What's happening...?"
Shock was all that registered through Pan and Katrina, but fear caught up with the two in a flash. The consuming feeling only really struck Katrina as she began to scream and cry futilely in frustration in Pan's psyche. Frightened, she turned and ran as fast as she could, hiding dormant in the back of the quarter-saiya-jin's mind. And Pan blinked, for what seemed like the first time in years...on her own that is. A strong memory of what had happened was clear to her, but it confused her to no end. However, the raven haired maiden could sense that the man next to her wasn't Trunks...
His blood boiled and his eyes smoldered, a fire desperate to break out. It took all of his willpower to not kill him where he stood. It would've been so easy though, so, so easy...Just one well aimed ki blast, straight to the heart. He'd never see it coming, not until it singed his flesh and dissolved his blood, that is. Oh, it was so tempting...
Do to the fact that the author can't stand not writing in the first person any longer...the story will be continued in the first person.
I gulped, noticing Trunks' hostile demeanor. Questions were flying through my mind at light speed about this entire situation, but not wanting to see a brawl between my father and Trunks take place, I quickly began trying to formulate some story. Anything...THINK, PAN, THINK!
"Uh...is there something wrong with you two?" my father finally asked. I bit my lip, looking over at Trunks.
His body took what seemed like a violent twitch before he answered darkly, "Yes. Yes, there is..."
"We came here to find a bracelet that I'd lost, ya know the one with all the gold and...shiny stuff? That one. Trunks is just mad 'cause I dragged him out here so ya know..." I burst out suddenly, a nervous laugh escaping with my words. "So...sorry for, uh, scarin' you." STUPID kid. They'll never buy that!
"Okay..." Father said, as if waiting for more. I knew he'd never believe me...
"No--" Trunks began. Urgh, I wanted so much just to kick the moron where he stood. Or what it even Trunks? Oh well...
"--we couldn't find it." I finished instantly, all the while grabbing Trunks' thick arm. I began pulling him toward the door. "We'll be going now! Love you!"
Pulling him out the door and down the steps was a rather difficult job, considering he was pulling the other way the whole time. I couldn't stop the large sigh of relief that I let out after we descended the stairs, though.
As I pulled, I silently hoped he wouldn't scuff the wooden floor...my mom would kill me, even though I didn't live there anymore. Frustrated, I tried a loud, "Come on!" And still he pulled, not saying a word, but glaring evilly over his shoulder.
Well...urging him didn't seem to work too well...thank you for brute strength...
Looking up at my husband, I asked, "What was that all about?"
He shook his brilliant head. "Teenagers."
"But, Trunks isn't a teenager..."
"Well, I'm sure in saiyan years he is," Gohan grinned that silly grin that reminded me all too much of his father and brother.
I couldn't help but smile at him. "Never mind, then. Now...what were you saying about blowing off your job to be with me...?"
Once out the ugly brick red door, I closed it, trying my best not to slam it off of its rusting hinges. "What do you think you were doing in there, Trunks?!" I finally shrieked at him.
I could faintly see a look of confusion come over him. "Kat--"
"No, I am not some chick named Katrina. I'm Pan. Paaaaaaaannnnn," with frustration I sounded out my name to him as though he were a child.
"What?" That's it. I could tell my eye was twitching. Lolling my head back, I looked towards the cloudless blue.
"Why me?!" I shouted toward Dende, truthfully hoping he'd hear and send back some encouraging response. Plop! As both of my eyes twitched violently, I cursed the entire pigeon race while wiping the toe of my shoe in the grass. Thanks, Dende...
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Ugh, sorry so ungodly short. I've had the worst spell of headaches lately. I did it again...I didn't use the paragraph. And it's not in first person...uhhh, I'll think of something. ^!^; And I didn't proof-read...okay, you can maim me, but just this once.
QUESTION TIME AGAIN! Why does everyone ship Pan off to the U.S. for 7 years?
*points to all T/P authors* YOU PEOPLE ARE EVIL! PURE EVIL! You've turned me into a T/P fan!! How could you?! Anyhow, for a shameless plug: if you hate homework, you'll pry enjoy my story "Why I Am Not Doing Homework". :P