Meg - I'll do my best! My mind is swirling with sooo many ideas right now...I can't
choose just one! Okay, I know I'm going to have to. So here goes:
A/N: Okay, we have Pan and Goten's family living together to make the story easier and
because that's kind of cute to give Pan and Goten an almost brother/sister relationship.
So we'll say that Goku's family moved to Gohan's house in the city so they could be
closer to the schools and stores, and also so the families could still be together. And
Goku's other house that we all know and love is now a house that is visited occasionally
on weekends and during the summer. Okay?
Where we left off....
That night as expected they found a way to exit the house with the excuse of filling the
capsule car with fuel. When they reached the gas station they immediately darted to the
nearby phone booth and stared at their watches. It was 5:55; they had five more minutes
till they would call their friends.
Chapter 9 Begins...
After hell - er, school - Pan and Goten returned to their house. They wanted so badly to
see Trunks and Bra that it hurt. They would have gone and met them after school, too,
but Gohan made it clear that they could not, saying, "Now I want you home *right when
school ends* so I can hear all about your day." Basically, they knew, what he meant was
"I want you home right away so I know that you aren't seeing Vegeta's brats."
Pan plopped down on the couch, and Goten fell into the seat next to her. They stared
ahead blankly, each thinking of what they should normally be doing at this time. Most
days after school, they met at either Capsule Corp or Gohan's house and ate a huge
after-school / pre-dinner snack. Then they would talk about their day, spar a little, and if
it was nice out they would fish or swim in the lake near Goku's house.
"We can't do that now," Pan said out loud, not really meaning to. But Goten understood
her completely, because he had been thinking the same thing.
"I know Pan...," he said, "I'm beginning to think that this *isn't* going to end anytime
soon, like we hoped."
Pan sighed. She knew he was right. And she hated it. "Goten...," she started, irritably.
But she sighed yet again and calmed down, shaking her head sadly. "We're all we've got
right now, Goten. Even Grandpa Goku is against us....he used to be like a kid, like us..."
"He grew up," Goten said with a note of suppressed anger in his voice.
"I never thought I'd see the day," Pan said sadly.
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Goten and Pan were in his room, trying to do homework. They couldn't focus. It was so
hard to do when their minds wandered to their friends. It felt like years since they had last
seen them, when in reality it was only a few hellish days. Dinner that night had been
weird, to say the least. The adults all acted like nothing was wrong. They talked about
the mashed potatoes and the pasta, though the tension in the air was screaming. Pan and
Goten kept quiet, and picked at their dinners. They silently thanked Trunks for the trick
he had taught them, which was really meant to be used on Bulma's exceptionally bad
cooking, but would have to do for now. When no one was looking, they shot small ki
blasts at their food, vaporizing it. Then they mumbled their excuse me's and left the table
quietly.
Now they were sitting in Goten's room, their eyes in their books but their vision
unfocused and their minds elsewhere. Pan looked up at the clock with its glowing green
digital numbers. 5:59. Pan stared at it some more, numbly intrigued by the idea of
watching the 59 turn into 00. It would mean that the lines in the middle would have to
disappear and then it would have to gain some on the sides to make a 0...Pan stared,
waiting for it to turn 6:00. She didn't stop to think that she was absolutely crazy to want
to see the 59 turn into 00. It was something easy to focus on, at least. Or was she really
focused at all?
5:59....
6:00. Pan smiled, but suddenly felt void again. 'Now what am I going to do to kill time?
Watching 00 turn to 01 isn't nearly as exciting...Kami what am I talking about?'
"RING," the phone screeched, shattering the silence and startling the two.
Goten and Pan had totally forgotten that Trunks and Bra had talked about calling at 6:00.
Both rushed to answer it, battling over who picked it up. They struggled with the phone
in Goten's room for a minute, but finally Goten won. Pan stood there to wait and see if it
was in fact, Trunks and Bra.
"Hello?," Goten asked breathlessly. He heard the echo of his voice and knew that
someone else in the house had picked up. "Gohan, is that you that picked up?," he asked,
meaning to give warning to Trunks and Bra, if it was them, that Gohan had picked up the
phone.
Back at the gas station, they took this warning with wide eyes. Trunks bit his lip and
frantically grabbed a gas station attendant and pulled him over to the phone. "Ask for
Goten!," he hissed, holding the phone to him while covering the mouthpiece. The young
attendant looked at him like he was crazy.
"Just do it!," Bra commanded.
He took the phone, still eyeing him suspiciously, but then shrugged and held the phone to
his ear. "Is Goten there?," he asked casually.
"Who is this?," Gohan asked.
"This is Chad. Umm, is this Goten?"
"Well, *Chad*," Gohan said accusingly, "The caller ID says you are calling from a
pay-phone. Why aren't you calling from your home?" Goten bit his lip and held the
phone tightly. Pan had already picked up the chordless by this time and was almost
shaking with nervousness as she listened.
Chad covered the mouthpiece and looked at Trunks. "Why aren't I calling from my
home?," he asked.
"You work here and you're on break and you wanted to talk to your friend Goten."
Trunks said quickly. He and Bra shifted uncomfortably as they waited.
"Jeez, dude, I work at the gas station. I was just calling to talk to my buddy Goten...is he
there?"
There was a pause. Finally Goten spoke up. "Yes, I'm here Chad. And Gohan, if you're
done screening my calls, I would like to talk to Chad now."
There was a grunt and a click as Gohan hung up the phone in the other room.
"Yes, umm, Chad?," Goten asked. "My brother hung up now."
"What? Your brother hung up now?," Chad repeated. Trunks quickly grabbed the phone
from him, leaving the confused kid to go back to his gas station duties with a shrug.
"Hello?," Trunks asked.
"Trunks!," Pan and Goten breathlessly said together. They had both been so worried that
Gohan would find out, and their hearts were racing.
"That was clever, Trunks," Pan said, laughing a bit, "It's just like you to weasel your way
out of trouble like that."
"I'm an expert you know," he replied, smirking. But then the conversation turned serious
again. "Guys, what happened? I mean, you were transferred....without any kind of
notice...."
A sigh was heard from the other side of the phone as Goten spoke up. "We go to some
private school now," he said quietly, "We have to wear uniforms...and make new friends.
It's not easy, Trunks. No one is used to us - Pan and I are going to be the school freak
show, especially at lunchtime."
"Kami," Trunks said, "I'm so sorry."
"I miss you a lot," Pan said, then corrected herself, "Uh, we miss you both." She thought
she felt herself blush after she said this but she pushed it away.
"I miss you too, Pan," Trunks said smiling, "Both of us miss the two of you. I think I speak for
all of us when I say that I'm gonna die if I don't see you soon."
"You do," Goten said, "We have to meet soon - we have to see each other again...this just
isn't healthy."
Trunks glanced over at Bra, who was doing her best to listen to the conversation. She
cursed the pay phone for not having another line she could pick up to listen and talk
too. "Look," Trunks began, "As much as I want to...I don't think it would be smart to
meet just yet."
"WHAT?!," Pan screeched as quietly as she could, so her father wouldn't hear. "Trunks
this is killing me..killing us. What do you mean we can't meet yet?"
"Pan, you know as well as I do that right now we're under very strict surveillance."
"But-"
"No." Trunks knew he had to be firm with his answer, though inside he wanted to give in
and meet them despite the inevitable consequences. He wanted to see his best friend, but
he also wanted to see Pan - he *needed* to see Pan. "Maybe Saturday."
"Saturday is too far off," Pan complained.
"I know, it's going to seem like an eternity. But we have to do this right or suffer the
consequences...and that may mean we really don't see each other ever again."
"He's right Pan," Goten agreed, sounding more optimistic. Defeated, Pan sighed. Goten
continued. "Where and when do you want to meet?"
_____________________________________________________________________
Go ahead, Meg! You get to figure out the next part! I'll definately help you though, I love talking
out your writer's block. Mine, however, is no fun to me. I dunno why. I'm gonna leave
Unknown Bond alone for a lil while, and an idea will grow on it like fungus on stale bread.
Please review everyone! We wanna know how we're doing.
choose just one! Okay, I know I'm going to have to. So here goes:
A/N: Okay, we have Pan and Goten's family living together to make the story easier and
because that's kind of cute to give Pan and Goten an almost brother/sister relationship.
So we'll say that Goku's family moved to Gohan's house in the city so they could be
closer to the schools and stores, and also so the families could still be together. And
Goku's other house that we all know and love is now a house that is visited occasionally
on weekends and during the summer. Okay?
Where we left off....
That night as expected they found a way to exit the house with the excuse of filling the
capsule car with fuel. When they reached the gas station they immediately darted to the
nearby phone booth and stared at their watches. It was 5:55; they had five more minutes
till they would call their friends.
Chapter 9 Begins...
After hell - er, school - Pan and Goten returned to their house. They wanted so badly to
see Trunks and Bra that it hurt. They would have gone and met them after school, too,
but Gohan made it clear that they could not, saying, "Now I want you home *right when
school ends* so I can hear all about your day." Basically, they knew, what he meant was
"I want you home right away so I know that you aren't seeing Vegeta's brats."
Pan plopped down on the couch, and Goten fell into the seat next to her. They stared
ahead blankly, each thinking of what they should normally be doing at this time. Most
days after school, they met at either Capsule Corp or Gohan's house and ate a huge
after-school / pre-dinner snack. Then they would talk about their day, spar a little, and if
it was nice out they would fish or swim in the lake near Goku's house.
"We can't do that now," Pan said out loud, not really meaning to. But Goten understood
her completely, because he had been thinking the same thing.
"I know Pan...," he said, "I'm beginning to think that this *isn't* going to end anytime
soon, like we hoped."
Pan sighed. She knew he was right. And she hated it. "Goten...," she started, irritably.
But she sighed yet again and calmed down, shaking her head sadly. "We're all we've got
right now, Goten. Even Grandpa Goku is against us....he used to be like a kid, like us..."
"He grew up," Goten said with a note of suppressed anger in his voice.
"I never thought I'd see the day," Pan said sadly.
________________________________________________________________________
Goten and Pan were in his room, trying to do homework. They couldn't focus. It was so
hard to do when their minds wandered to their friends. It felt like years since they had last
seen them, when in reality it was only a few hellish days. Dinner that night had been
weird, to say the least. The adults all acted like nothing was wrong. They talked about
the mashed potatoes and the pasta, though the tension in the air was screaming. Pan and
Goten kept quiet, and picked at their dinners. They silently thanked Trunks for the trick
he had taught them, which was really meant to be used on Bulma's exceptionally bad
cooking, but would have to do for now. When no one was looking, they shot small ki
blasts at their food, vaporizing it. Then they mumbled their excuse me's and left the table
quietly.
Now they were sitting in Goten's room, their eyes in their books but their vision
unfocused and their minds elsewhere. Pan looked up at the clock with its glowing green
digital numbers. 5:59. Pan stared at it some more, numbly intrigued by the idea of
watching the 59 turn into 00. It would mean that the lines in the middle would have to
disappear and then it would have to gain some on the sides to make a 0...Pan stared,
waiting for it to turn 6:00. She didn't stop to think that she was absolutely crazy to want
to see the 59 turn into 00. It was something easy to focus on, at least. Or was she really
focused at all?
5:59....
6:00. Pan smiled, but suddenly felt void again. 'Now what am I going to do to kill time?
Watching 00 turn to 01 isn't nearly as exciting...Kami what am I talking about?'
"RING," the phone screeched, shattering the silence and startling the two.
Goten and Pan had totally forgotten that Trunks and Bra had talked about calling at 6:00.
Both rushed to answer it, battling over who picked it up. They struggled with the phone
in Goten's room for a minute, but finally Goten won. Pan stood there to wait and see if it
was in fact, Trunks and Bra.
"Hello?," Goten asked breathlessly. He heard the echo of his voice and knew that
someone else in the house had picked up. "Gohan, is that you that picked up?," he asked,
meaning to give warning to Trunks and Bra, if it was them, that Gohan had picked up the
phone.
Back at the gas station, they took this warning with wide eyes. Trunks bit his lip and
frantically grabbed a gas station attendant and pulled him over to the phone. "Ask for
Goten!," he hissed, holding the phone to him while covering the mouthpiece. The young
attendant looked at him like he was crazy.
"Just do it!," Bra commanded.
He took the phone, still eyeing him suspiciously, but then shrugged and held the phone to
his ear. "Is Goten there?," he asked casually.
"Who is this?," Gohan asked.
"This is Chad. Umm, is this Goten?"
"Well, *Chad*," Gohan said accusingly, "The caller ID says you are calling from a
pay-phone. Why aren't you calling from your home?" Goten bit his lip and held the
phone tightly. Pan had already picked up the chordless by this time and was almost
shaking with nervousness as she listened.
Chad covered the mouthpiece and looked at Trunks. "Why aren't I calling from my
home?," he asked.
"You work here and you're on break and you wanted to talk to your friend Goten."
Trunks said quickly. He and Bra shifted uncomfortably as they waited.
"Jeez, dude, I work at the gas station. I was just calling to talk to my buddy Goten...is he
there?"
There was a pause. Finally Goten spoke up. "Yes, I'm here Chad. And Gohan, if you're
done screening my calls, I would like to talk to Chad now."
There was a grunt and a click as Gohan hung up the phone in the other room.
"Yes, umm, Chad?," Goten asked. "My brother hung up now."
"What? Your brother hung up now?," Chad repeated. Trunks quickly grabbed the phone
from him, leaving the confused kid to go back to his gas station duties with a shrug.
"Hello?," Trunks asked.
"Trunks!," Pan and Goten breathlessly said together. They had both been so worried that
Gohan would find out, and their hearts were racing.
"That was clever, Trunks," Pan said, laughing a bit, "It's just like you to weasel your way
out of trouble like that."
"I'm an expert you know," he replied, smirking. But then the conversation turned serious
again. "Guys, what happened? I mean, you were transferred....without any kind of
notice...."
A sigh was heard from the other side of the phone as Goten spoke up. "We go to some
private school now," he said quietly, "We have to wear uniforms...and make new friends.
It's not easy, Trunks. No one is used to us - Pan and I are going to be the school freak
show, especially at lunchtime."
"Kami," Trunks said, "I'm so sorry."
"I miss you a lot," Pan said, then corrected herself, "Uh, we miss you both." She thought
she felt herself blush after she said this but she pushed it away.
"I miss you too, Pan," Trunks said smiling, "Both of us miss the two of you. I think I speak for
all of us when I say that I'm gonna die if I don't see you soon."
"You do," Goten said, "We have to meet soon - we have to see each other again...this just
isn't healthy."
Trunks glanced over at Bra, who was doing her best to listen to the conversation. She
cursed the pay phone for not having another line she could pick up to listen and talk
too. "Look," Trunks began, "As much as I want to...I don't think it would be smart to
meet just yet."
"WHAT?!," Pan screeched as quietly as she could, so her father wouldn't hear. "Trunks
this is killing me..killing us. What do you mean we can't meet yet?"
"Pan, you know as well as I do that right now we're under very strict surveillance."
"But-"
"No." Trunks knew he had to be firm with his answer, though inside he wanted to give in
and meet them despite the inevitable consequences. He wanted to see his best friend, but
he also wanted to see Pan - he *needed* to see Pan. "Maybe Saturday."
"Saturday is too far off," Pan complained.
"I know, it's going to seem like an eternity. But we have to do this right or suffer the
consequences...and that may mean we really don't see each other ever again."
"He's right Pan," Goten agreed, sounding more optimistic. Defeated, Pan sighed. Goten
continued. "Where and when do you want to meet?"
_____________________________________________________________________
Go ahead, Meg! You get to figure out the next part! I'll definately help you though, I love talking
out your writer's block. Mine, however, is no fun to me. I dunno why. I'm gonna leave
Unknown Bond alone for a lil while, and an idea will grow on it like fungus on stale bread.
Please review everyone! We wanna know how we're doing.
