Exchange Gift by beatrix

In this fic, Pan is not that rich, okay? Even if she has Mr. Satan for her grandpa. She's also OOC: she cries in the story!

This is a T/P fic. Marron fans out there please forgive me! I'm sorry if I made her look like a slut in this particular fic! Gomen nasai!

Okay. This is my first Christmas fic ever. Please be a little kinder to me. Please do continue to read on! I promise you that this would be good! I do!

This is sort of an A/U fic. Pan, Trunks, Bra, and Goten are classmates and I don't know why.

Dragon Ball Z does not belong to me. so please don't sue!

- author's thoughts

[ ] - character's thoughts

Please read and review! Please? I really promise that this would be good.



Chapter 1 - Poor Pan's Hope

It was December and it was another boring day in class. Everyone was listening attentively to their Values Education teacher and homeroom adviser, Ms. Smith. The topic was about the different forms of love.

Pan, since she was totally in love with Trunks, the school heartthrob, was daydreaming again and not paying attention to the discussion.

Pan's daydream.

"Pan, my beloved, I have finally realized my feelings for you. I have become aware of my love for you. I was a fool to have ignored you. I love you," Trunks said with his eyes locked solely on Pan insert sparkle on teeth here

"At last, my Trunks. Both of us are now aware of the answer to the question 'What is love.'

Back to the classroom.

"What is love, class? I want one of you to answer my question. Ah! Son Pan! What is love?"

Pan didn't answer and continued to wander in her own world.

"SON PAN! What is love?"

She woke up, startled.

"Umm. Sorry ma'am. What is love? Umm. Hmmm. I. I.," Pan stuttered, embarrassing herself in front of the whole class.

"Looks like little Pan can't answer the simple question. Maybe because no guy has ever loved her because she's a tomboy!" Marron exclaimed, laughing in between words.

Everyone laughed in unison, except for Pan of course, Bra, Trunks, and Goten.

Bra, Pan's best friend, stood up and defended her poor friend. "Oh shut up! At least she's not a slut like you!"

"What did you say? Huh? Bitch!"

"Okay, you two. I won't tolerate such vulgar words from you young ladies. Now, how does detention after class sound?" said Ms. Smith, looking really pissed off.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Smith," Bra said apologetically.

Marron whispered and said mockingly, "Why the hell should I say sorry? What I said was true! Stupid Pan! And Bra! And Ms. Smith!"

"What did you just say, Marron?" Ms. Smith asked. "For saying sorry, Bra will be free from detention. And you, because you're so rude, instead will get Bra's 'share.' Another 3 hours for you miss! And don't you dare give me the threat that you'll call your 'powerful parents' because I will personally call them up and tell them what you just said! Class dismissed! And be prepared for a quiz tomorrow! Just read your textbooks. Marron! You stay!"

In Pan's house.

"Bra, I don't get why you enjoy staying here. I mean, look at our house. You're like a thousand times richer than us!"

"The facilities don't matter, Pan. You see, I don't have anyone to talk to at home. Mom is always busy, Dad is continuously training in the gravity room, and Trunks - "

"Trunks? What about him? What? Tell me!"

"You're one obsessed girl, Pan. Really. I mean, look at me. I personally like Goten but I'm not that gripped. Unlike you!"

"Fine, fine. But who cares? Let's just study for the quiz, okay?"

"You're just trying to change the topic. Whatever. Let's just study."

The next day.

"Okay class, write the questions on your paper while I dictate them. Number 1 to 5, What are the different forms of love. Numbers 6 to 10, Write a short essay answering the unanswered question from yesterday's discussion, What is love. I'll give you only 15 minutes to finish that and timer starts now."

After 15 minutes.

"Everybody pass your papers at the count of 5. One, two, three, four, five. Late papers will be marked zero. Okay. Now that I have your papers, we can begin with the activity I planned for today. I suggest that we have a Kris Kringle starting this week since Christmas is near. I have prepared small sheets of paper with your names on it. Each one of you will pick one from the basket. Every week we'll have a theme. Any suggestions for next week's?"

"Umm. how about something cute?" asked Eraser, Sharpener's son. stupid name, I know.

"Ma'am that's too common! How about something that would describe the giver?" said Bra, seemingly very proud of her proposal.

"Stupid Bra, always thinking she's right," murmured Marron.

"Ya! That's cool!"

"Ma'am please?"

"Great!"

"Okay. I suppose that's acceptable. Creative thinking there, Bra. Now each one of you go up here in front and get one sheet," said Ms. Smith.

Trunks, since he was sitting in the front row, got one first.

"Oh shit!" Trunks shouted accidentally.

"What is it Trunksie-poo? Oh my gosh! You picked me! Me, me, me! What will you give me, huh?" Marron asked with stars in her eys.

"Marron dear, please SHUT UP!" Bra shouted (again).

"Whatever bitch!"

"Please quit acting like a total slut! Freak!" said Trunks, joining Bra in insulting Marron.

Marron just made a 'whatever' look at everybody and sat down, totally ignoring the whole class. Ms. Smith, however, did not send anyone to detention scold any student. It seems like she absolutely agrees with Trunks and Bra.

"Okay class dismissed."

That afternoon.

In the library.

"Unfold the paper now Pan. Maybe Trunks' name is written on it," Bra pleaded.

"Okay, okay."

(In slow motion.) She slowly opened the small sheet of paper.

T. Pan's eyes became big. R. [Oh my gosh].

I. I? [Trunks' name doesn't have an I.]

She looked at the remaining letter. "S - H - A? Trisha? I picked her? And not Trunks." Tears started to form in Pan's eyes. "Why not him? Why not?" She shook her friend over and over again.

"Stop it Pan! My poor head! It hurts! You're just lacking in prayers. Anyway, for your information, I was the one who got to pick your dream boy."

"What? Give me that! Gimme!"

"No. Nope. Absolutely not. Never."

"But Bra. plea-"

"But since I'm so kind, he's all yours!" Bra said with a smile.

"Oh thank you ever so much! I LOVE YOU!!!!" Pan screamed and everybody stared at her.

"Gomen minna-san."

Meanwhile.

In the gym.

Trunks was a member of the varsity in basketball. They were practicing because they have a game next week. After the practice.

"Hey Trunks, wanna go somewhere? Hang out?"

"No thanks guys, I'm pretty beat today. I'll just join you next time."

"Okay. Oh Marron's here. Be careful there cute boy. We'll go now."

"Oh my Trunksie-poo! What are you gonna give me? What? How about an expensive car? I mean, you're like, you know, the richest guy on earth. I know! How about your virginity?" Marron said, trying to look very seductive but failing to catch Trunks' interest.

"Oh come on, Marron. I'll do it with you if you're a virgin. And that means never."

Someone shouted from the back. "If Marron's a virgin, then my grandmother and all the other girls on this planet are virgins!" Everybody laughed.

"Are you trying to insult me, huh Trunks? And you ugly people? Don't worry. I will have you. I swear. I WILL MAKE YOU MINE. YOU"RE MINE."

"[Wow. She's as possessive as a mated Saiyan.] I don't care, okay? And I make decisions for myself. I'm certain that you won't ever be a part of my life 'cuz you're a -"

"Slut! Bro, let's go home now. No use talking to that demented seawitch." Bra shouted from behind.

"You took the word right out of my mouth. You're dismissed early, huh? Let's go home. I wanna rest."

"Trunks! Trunks! Come back here."

"WE CAN'T HERE ANYTHING!"

The next day.

In Science class.

"Class, this is my final word on drugs: Excessive intake of drugs has harmful effects on people. Some may cause hallucinations and may render one unconscious. Others may cause coma and death. Others may affect centers in our medulla and therefore may cause our heart to beat slower. Some may cause convulsions. Any comments? Violent reactions?" Mr. Gere, their Science teacher, asked.

Marron raised her hand, hoping to be called in order to get a chance to humiliate Pan, again. Fortunately for her and not for Pan, she was noticed by Mr. Gere and was asked to recite.

"I just have one thing to say, even though a guy is really and I mean really addicted to something, and even if he is hallucinating, he won't ever fall for Pan. He would choose death over that hideous hag."

Pan just bowed her head in shame and tears formed in her eyes. Her best friend again stood up. "Hey you little slu-"

Bra's rebuttal speech was cut off when somebody knocked on the door. It was Ms. Smith.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gere. May I disrupt your discussion just for a minute? I think that since you're all students and still don't have jobs, your parents provide money for you, right? So it would be such a burden to them if you would go to the mall every week this December just to buy a gift for your baby. Maybe we could make it just a chain of letters that you would give to your baby. You can write about anything and talk about whatever thing under the sun. You will only give a gift to your baby on the day of our Christmas party itself. And it would still be something that would describe you, the giver, as Bra suggested, but I think that it would be more appropriate if it would be a little more expensive since you'll give only once. Is that okay? Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Thank you Mr. Gere for the interference."

"You're welcome. Anyway, since we only have 10 minutes left, I'll dismiss you early. Sayonara."

That night.

Pan was in her bedroom staring into space. She was thinking about what to write.

"Hmmm. Think, think, think. Ponder, ponder, ponder. What Pan? You're an honor student and you don't even know what to tell Trunks? You're one sick girl. Ah! I know!"

Dear Trunks,

You'll be surprised to know who I am. Well, of course I won't reveal my identity. What can I say. Well, first of all, I'm a girl in class. I don't think you even notice me everyday. Why? Because I'm plain and simple. An worst of all, I'm ugly. Let's just say that I'm not Marron who is flirty and everything, but gorgeous.. I have been wishing for a chance to get to know you better. It's good that my wish has come true. I have been dreaming of this for many years. Hey, who hasn't? I mean, every girl in the campus has a big crush on you, being the heartthrob of course. Well, I hope that you would also like to get to know me. If you want to, you can write me a letter to. Just put a big 'T' on it so that I'll know that it's for me. Okay, until next week.

From someone

She wrote it on a sheet of paper that is lavender in color. She enclosed the letter in dark purple envelope. do I have to explain why?

The following week.

"Come on, Pan. Lemme read what you wrote to my brother. Please? We're best friends, right? Please?"

"Okay Bra. Don't laugh or else I'll kill you right after class even if Vegeta-sama kills me."

"This is so cool, Pan. Good job. I'll see what Trunks reaction is later."

In class.

Trunks got his letter. He went home immediately to read it.

"Who is this girl? Write her a letter? She looks fine. Okay. I think I'll begi - "

"Hey bro! What's that? May I read it?" Bra asked as she entered Trunks' room without asking.

"No! Why should I? This is a very personal matter. Now, can you please leave? I think I'll write her a letter."

"Really now. Why are you so interested in her?"

"Hmmm. I think that she's cool. She's nice. Her attitude is reflected in her letter. She's the exact opposite of Marron and that's what I'm looking for in a girl."

"Okay. Bye now. Good night."

Dear someone,



Next chapter: Trunks' letter to Pan and many other things.

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