A/N: This story is more of a detailed version of Trunks' and Pan's
explanations. It mostly follows closely with the History of Trunks, but I
may change it a little. You've probably read stories before about Mirai
Pan, but if I remember correctly (haha, that's a big "if") none of the ones
I've read were a prologue and none of them followed Pan through adulthood,
too. This is also my first attempt at writing from a character's POV, so
forgive me if it sucks. I'll have Pan narrating certain parts, and anything
in parentheses is her throwing in a comment. Oh, and one other thing,
compared to DWTP, this one's a way darker fic. Anywhoo, enough blabbing
from me. Read on and don't forget to review!
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Mirai Pan's Story
Written by Chibichan
Chapter 1: "Changed Lives"
Pan - 9
Trunks - 13
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Hi, my name's Son Pan, daughter of Gohan and Videl. I'm nineteen years old, but nothing is what it's supposed to be in this screwed up world. Those baka Androids messed everything up, so I've been forced to grow up way faster than normal. I lived in complete secrecy for the first nine years of my life, thanks to them. Sometimes I just wish I could've actually lived a happy childhood. Psh. Sure, I love training every day, but what happened to old-fashioned playing with your friends? For the longest time my best friend was a gravity chamber.
I used to love sneaking out to try and help Dad, but he always caught me and sent me back home. ...Except for one time. It was that one time that changed my life, as well as everyone else's lives, too.
Oh, yah. He also used to be gone for days at a time then come home saying he was busy training someone named "Trunks." Yah, well, at the time, I really didn't like him, even before I met him... Dad spent more time with him than with Mom and I. Oh, well. If there's one thing those Androids have taught me, it's that you shouldn't rely on anyone. Because if you do, they'll probably get killed and then you have no one to rely on and you're stuck. I don't need anyone...
Anyway, I'm getting off-track. This story's about our whacked world. Well, I suppose you already know about that. Okay, it's the story of Trunks and I trying to survive. I'll never understand why people want to know about the horrors we lived through, but you're here and so I'll tell you.
It kinda all started on the day I mentioned before - the one that changed everyone's lives. Dad had left yet again to train Trunks and when he didn't come back for hours, I kinda snapped. I took off trying to find him. Little did I know what I was going to be faced with.
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Pan landed in the city, looking around desperately to try and spot Gohan. She wandered around the destroyed city, one hand constantly on the hilt of the sword her father gave her. She came around the corner of a building and immediately spotted him face-down in a puddle. (And with his left arm missing, I might add...)
She ran to his side and knelt down, slowly rolling him over. Tears began welling in her eyes when she realized he wasn't dead yet. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled weakly.
"P...an... I'm...so...rry...take.....love.....yo..." He put his hand out where she could take what was in it and then collapsed, lifeless. Pan, in shock, numbly grabbed his hand and pulled it close to her. She opened it up and gasped when she saw the jewel butterfly on a silver chain (...My favorite animal was a butterfly...). The second she saw it, her barrier broke down and she began sobbing. She bent over, every sob shaking her small frame. She slowly rolled him back onto his stomach, knowing that he died the way he always wanted but wouldn't get the honored burial he deserved.
She sat there for a long time, feeling like her world was spinning even more out of control than before. In the back of her mind, she sensed someone else coming and numbly stood up. She hooked the necklace around her neck and stumbled off behind a nearby building. She stood there numbly, keeping her ki almost invisible, and listened to the stranger screaming her dad's name.
A wave of raw emotion washed over her and caused her to stumble (After all, who was he to mourn for MY Father?). She tried to remain standing, but it got harder and harder, so she gave up and collapsed to the ground. She put her forehead to the ground and wrapped her arms around her head, allowing her sobs to overtake her again.
She winced in pain as something snapped inside her and a raw power surged through her veins. She was fighting to control it, almost scared of what was happening to her. She struggled for what seemed like forever before she realized that the stranger was gone. She stumbled numbly out into the open and realized he had taken Gohan with him, most likely to bury him. She narrowed her eyes in anger as the raw power ran anew through her.
She stumbled forward, groaning under the intense pressure. Suddenly she just calmed down, collecting the power in one spot (The calm before the storm...). Then she let out a hoarse scream as the power flowed out of its spot and coursed through her veins. A golden aura flared around her and grew, threatening to destroy the whole city. Then it exploded and she stopped screaming, the power finally harnessed.
She slowly opened her eyes and stared in shock at a spiky golden piece of hair blowing in the wind. She knelt down and grabbed a broken piece of glass, staring at the reflection of herself in shock. It took her a moment to realize that this was how she looked. She almost didn't recognize the emerald green eyes and spiky golden hair.
Then she suddenly remembered the stranger and narrowed her eyes, blasting off into the sky to follow him.
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It actually took me a while to realize I had reached the level of Super Saiya-jin. I'd seen Dad in that form before and asked him about it, but he mumbled a pathetic answer and ignored it. He obviously knew if I knew about it, I'd want to reach it, and once I had reached it, I'd want to fight the Androids. 'Course, he wasn't taking that risk.
Anyway, after that I took off to find the stranger I'd later learn was Dad's favorite past-time, Trunks. After I knew this was him, I immediately didn't like him. I was mad at him for taking up so much of Dad's time, plus I was blaming him for Dad's death. On the other hand, we had a mutual respect based on the fact that we both reached Super Saiya-jin. Unfortunately, that respect didn't stop us from being bitter.
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Pan landed on the hill where Trunks had just finished burying Gohan. She folded her arms and glared at him.
"Who are you, and what are you doing with him?"
"What? Why should I tell you who I am?!"
"Because you need to leave him alone!"
"Leave him alone?! Gohan's all I've ever had, don't you DARE tell me to leave him alone!"
Both of their ki's were at their peaks, both of them still extremely emotionally stressed.
"...Who are you?"
The stranger scowled, "Trunks Vejeta Briefs. What's it to you?"
"...Trunks?" Pan's angry expression disappeared for a moment, but then she remembered it was somewhat Trunks' fault that Gohan was dead (It wasn't really Trunks' fault at all, but at the time, there wasn't anything I believed more...).
"Yes, Trunks. Who are you, brat?"
"Brat?! My Father died today, you...you...--"
"Your Father? Why would I care about him?"
Pan looked sadly at her father's grave and took a deep breath to try to control her tears (Hey, I was only nine...). Trunks followed her gaze and stared at her in shock.
"You're...Gohan's....."
"Daughter..."
"N-No... you're lying! Gohan doesn't have a daughter... Go away, you... liar!"
"If he doesn't have a daughter, how can I go Super Saiya-jin. I'm definitely not your sister, and I need Saiya-jin blood to transform."
"...Fine, so you're Gohan's daughter, big deal."
Pan stared at him in shock. He shrugged nonchalantly and took off into the air towards Capsule Corporation. She growled quietly and took off into the air after him.
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Mirai Pan's Story
Written by Chibichan
Chapter 1: "Changed Lives"
Pan - 9
Trunks - 13
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Hi, my name's Son Pan, daughter of Gohan and Videl. I'm nineteen years old, but nothing is what it's supposed to be in this screwed up world. Those baka Androids messed everything up, so I've been forced to grow up way faster than normal. I lived in complete secrecy for the first nine years of my life, thanks to them. Sometimes I just wish I could've actually lived a happy childhood. Psh. Sure, I love training every day, but what happened to old-fashioned playing with your friends? For the longest time my best friend was a gravity chamber.
I used to love sneaking out to try and help Dad, but he always caught me and sent me back home. ...Except for one time. It was that one time that changed my life, as well as everyone else's lives, too.
Oh, yah. He also used to be gone for days at a time then come home saying he was busy training someone named "Trunks." Yah, well, at the time, I really didn't like him, even before I met him... Dad spent more time with him than with Mom and I. Oh, well. If there's one thing those Androids have taught me, it's that you shouldn't rely on anyone. Because if you do, they'll probably get killed and then you have no one to rely on and you're stuck. I don't need anyone...
Anyway, I'm getting off-track. This story's about our whacked world. Well, I suppose you already know about that. Okay, it's the story of Trunks and I trying to survive. I'll never understand why people want to know about the horrors we lived through, but you're here and so I'll tell you.
It kinda all started on the day I mentioned before - the one that changed everyone's lives. Dad had left yet again to train Trunks and when he didn't come back for hours, I kinda snapped. I took off trying to find him. Little did I know what I was going to be faced with.
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Pan landed in the city, looking around desperately to try and spot Gohan. She wandered around the destroyed city, one hand constantly on the hilt of the sword her father gave her. She came around the corner of a building and immediately spotted him face-down in a puddle. (And with his left arm missing, I might add...)
She ran to his side and knelt down, slowly rolling him over. Tears began welling in her eyes when she realized he wasn't dead yet. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled weakly.
"P...an... I'm...so...rry...take.....love.....yo..." He put his hand out where she could take what was in it and then collapsed, lifeless. Pan, in shock, numbly grabbed his hand and pulled it close to her. She opened it up and gasped when she saw the jewel butterfly on a silver chain (...My favorite animal was a butterfly...). The second she saw it, her barrier broke down and she began sobbing. She bent over, every sob shaking her small frame. She slowly rolled him back onto his stomach, knowing that he died the way he always wanted but wouldn't get the honored burial he deserved.
She sat there for a long time, feeling like her world was spinning even more out of control than before. In the back of her mind, she sensed someone else coming and numbly stood up. She hooked the necklace around her neck and stumbled off behind a nearby building. She stood there numbly, keeping her ki almost invisible, and listened to the stranger screaming her dad's name.
A wave of raw emotion washed over her and caused her to stumble (After all, who was he to mourn for MY Father?). She tried to remain standing, but it got harder and harder, so she gave up and collapsed to the ground. She put her forehead to the ground and wrapped her arms around her head, allowing her sobs to overtake her again.
She winced in pain as something snapped inside her and a raw power surged through her veins. She was fighting to control it, almost scared of what was happening to her. She struggled for what seemed like forever before she realized that the stranger was gone. She stumbled numbly out into the open and realized he had taken Gohan with him, most likely to bury him. She narrowed her eyes in anger as the raw power ran anew through her.
She stumbled forward, groaning under the intense pressure. Suddenly she just calmed down, collecting the power in one spot (The calm before the storm...). Then she let out a hoarse scream as the power flowed out of its spot and coursed through her veins. A golden aura flared around her and grew, threatening to destroy the whole city. Then it exploded and she stopped screaming, the power finally harnessed.
She slowly opened her eyes and stared in shock at a spiky golden piece of hair blowing in the wind. She knelt down and grabbed a broken piece of glass, staring at the reflection of herself in shock. It took her a moment to realize that this was how she looked. She almost didn't recognize the emerald green eyes and spiky golden hair.
Then she suddenly remembered the stranger and narrowed her eyes, blasting off into the sky to follow him.
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It actually took me a while to realize I had reached the level of Super Saiya-jin. I'd seen Dad in that form before and asked him about it, but he mumbled a pathetic answer and ignored it. He obviously knew if I knew about it, I'd want to reach it, and once I had reached it, I'd want to fight the Androids. 'Course, he wasn't taking that risk.
Anyway, after that I took off to find the stranger I'd later learn was Dad's favorite past-time, Trunks. After I knew this was him, I immediately didn't like him. I was mad at him for taking up so much of Dad's time, plus I was blaming him for Dad's death. On the other hand, we had a mutual respect based on the fact that we both reached Super Saiya-jin. Unfortunately, that respect didn't stop us from being bitter.
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Pan landed on the hill where Trunks had just finished burying Gohan. She folded her arms and glared at him.
"Who are you, and what are you doing with him?"
"What? Why should I tell you who I am?!"
"Because you need to leave him alone!"
"Leave him alone?! Gohan's all I've ever had, don't you DARE tell me to leave him alone!"
Both of their ki's were at their peaks, both of them still extremely emotionally stressed.
"...Who are you?"
The stranger scowled, "Trunks Vejeta Briefs. What's it to you?"
"...Trunks?" Pan's angry expression disappeared for a moment, but then she remembered it was somewhat Trunks' fault that Gohan was dead (It wasn't really Trunks' fault at all, but at the time, there wasn't anything I believed more...).
"Yes, Trunks. Who are you, brat?"
"Brat?! My Father died today, you...you...--"
"Your Father? Why would I care about him?"
Pan looked sadly at her father's grave and took a deep breath to try to control her tears (Hey, I was only nine...). Trunks followed her gaze and stared at her in shock.
"You're...Gohan's....."
"Daughter..."
"N-No... you're lying! Gohan doesn't have a daughter... Go away, you... liar!"
"If he doesn't have a daughter, how can I go Super Saiya-jin. I'm definitely not your sister, and I need Saiya-jin blood to transform."
"...Fine, so you're Gohan's daughter, big deal."
Pan stared at him in shock. He shrugged nonchalantly and took off into the air towards Capsule Corporation. She growled quietly and took off into the air after him.