A/N: Bwahahaha! Hello there!!!! This is my first T/P fic!!! There's gonna
be a lotta confusion!!! And this chapter is dedicated to Dark*Princess*Pan
for being a pain in the ass about the stupid kawaii thing. but hey it's all
good. uh this fic is gonna be in different POV's and great fun! I made up a
person named Alex. just for kicks.. Yeah. and one more thing.
nate&candice4ever!!!!!!!!! Hehehehehe revenge is sweet. oh yeah this fic is
major A/U-ness. and well I kinda ignore the fact that they're saiyans. so.
heh. don't hate me. please r/r! oh yeah and pan is 21 and trunks is 24.
there. ok. read!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, you don't own it, tough.
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+--Chapter 1: Prologue--+
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***Pan***
Alex Suzuki, my best friend and roommate.
She has ebony black hair, but I swear it's really dark purple, emerald green eyes, long slender legs, and about 5'8".
We met in the sophomore year of high school. Now we're both 21 (old enough to drink, oh yeah!), we live in the same apartment in Tokyo, and combined our money to buy a shiny, black convertible.
The way I see it, life is pretty good.
***Alex***
Raven black hair, giant onyx eyes, a bright smile, and about 5'8". That's Pan Son for you, my best friend and roommate.
We were fortunate enough to have enough money combined to buy a jet-black convertible. Did I mention that we're both 21, and old enough to drink? Ever since little Panny's turned 21, we both had endless hangovers. it was great.
Nagging Pan about her love interests, partying, life was good in my eyes.
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+--Oh I could hide beneath the wings--+ +--Of the bluebird as she sings--+ +--The six o' clock alarm would never ring--+
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***Alex***
My tired eyes creaked open to remember what today was. My interview for a job at Capsule Corp.
I glanced over at the digital clock that read 8:16 in red letters.
Shit. I was supposed to be at C.C. at 9:00?!? That leaves me. 44 minutes!! Holy shit!!!
I shot out of bed and into the bathroom where I locked the door and began stripping.
I turned on the shower and jumped in. Shit, was it cold. (Yes, shit IS my favorite word.)
***Pan***
I heard the shower running and shuffling around. Alex must've overslept again. We do that all too much. I swear the six o' clock would never ring. Somehow she always manages to get to where ever she's going on time anyway.
Realizing I had to drive her and go to work myself, I got up and changed into something comfy in my closet.
Walking by the bathroom door, I knocked and yelled, "8:22! Hurry up Alex!" Just for kicks.
Oh was it fun to annoy the heck outta Alex and rush her even more.
***Alex***
I heard Pan's voice yell the time through the thick wooden door and quickly turned off the shower and began drying myself off.
I threw on my clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a bagel. I saw that Pan was already outside, in the car, and honking for me to hurry up.
I glanced at the clock. 8:50. Just enough time to make it on time if Pan ran people over and sped.
I shut the door behind me and jumped in the convertible, on to the comfortable leather passenger seat.
I strapped myself in with the seatbelt, waiting Pan's high-speed driving.
***Pan***
I looked at Alex and saw that she was ready to speed off.
I floored it, and in six minutes flat, we were at the huge glass doors of Capsule Corp.
She opened the door and stepped out, fixing herself up.
"Thanks for driving me Pan, but I think you should be getting to work yourself. One day you're gonna get fired for being late so many times." Alex thanked
"Not a problem, Alex. The boss guy doesn't really care if I'm late." I told her then casually drove away.
***Alex***
I walked in the giant building. The tremendous air-conditioning made the atmosphere cool and cozy.
I went to the front desk to be helped by a blonde woman.
"Hi I'm here for a job interview at 9:00." I told her
"Oh, you must be Miss Suzuki! Right this way!"
She led me to an office where another woman who looked about my age was.
"This is Miss Suzuki, she's here for her interview." The blonde woman told her, and then left.
"Miss Suzuki." the woman started
"Alex, please," I told her
"Alex, have a seat and we'll begin, shall we?"
I nodded in response. I hope this goes well.
***Pan***
"Late AGAIN, Miss Son?!?" the over-obsessed and really strict manager said while I dashed through the door. I hate it when people call me 'Miss Son', "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to let you go."
Panting and out of breath, I managed to say "WHAT?!?" a bit too loud.
Everyone in the office stopped and stared at me as I felt myself sweat drop. A few anonymous papers fell slowly to the ground.
"What?" I said, softer this time
"You're fired." The manager stated.
"But. but."
"You're FIRED."
"I'm devoted! I work hard" yeah right. I thought.
"I'm sorry Miss Son, but you are late and absent FAR too much!"
Man, now I hate being called Miss Son even more.
"ARG!!!" I stormed out the doors and back to the apartment.
***Alex***
"You did very well, Alex, we'll call you as soon as possible."
I left the building and somehow got back to the apartment.
***Pan***
I searched through my bag frantically looking for the keys, when I finally found them. I was really pissed at the moment, so I practically jabbed the key in the hole only to find the door already unlocked.
I twisted the handle and pushed. I walked through the threshold to find Alex sitting on the couch and watching TV while pigging out on a bag of chips. I threw my coat and bag aside while too, plopping down on the couch and snatching the chip bag from Alex.
I began munching furiously on the chips.
"What are you so pissed and worked up about?" Alex asked, predicting I was mad.
"Nothing.. Everything is just peachy. I'm not pissed. what makes you think that?" I said in my toneless voice I used every time I was angry
"Well, first of all, you're my best friend, I can tell when you're pissed, second, you're munching viciously on a bag of chips, and third, you sound and look pissed. So don't gimme that shit about not bein' pissed cuz I know when you're fucking pissed." Alex said all way too fast that any other but me could understand.
"Oh."
"So. tell me, Panny, what are you oh so very P.O. ed about?"
"I got fired."
"AGAIN?!?!" Her eyes bugged out, "How many times does that make uNOW/u? like sixteen?!?!"
"Mmm. more like four."
"Ahh I see. so what was it THIS time?"
"For being late."
"Oh." Alex said, not surprised.
"What?!?!" I asked
"Nothing."
"Tell me." I said, " Tell me. NOW"
"Ok, ok! Geez! Well no offence.. but if I were your boss. I'd fire you for being late too." Alex said then cowered.
"Am I late THAT much?!?" I asked unbelievably
"Yeah." Alex cowered again, "Hey but I heard about a job opening at the place where they make the magazine thing."
"Oh wow really. how great." I said sarcastically
"Go interview tomorrow." Alex suggested
"No way in hell!" I said
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A/N: God damnit! Now my eyes hurt!!!!!!!!!! Yanno it takes a looong time to type 5 fucking pages on word!!! Especially when you're thinking about WHAT TO WRITE TOO!! So what didya think about the first chapter? I know. it doesn't get into the whole T/P thing for a little while! But be patient. I'm a slow poster. unless I get a sudden *BURST* of inspiration! Please look for chapter 2!! And please r/r! tell me if you want me to email u when I post!
Disclaimer: I don't own it, you don't own it, tough.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
+--Chapter 1: Prologue--+
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
***Pan***
Alex Suzuki, my best friend and roommate.
She has ebony black hair, but I swear it's really dark purple, emerald green eyes, long slender legs, and about 5'8".
We met in the sophomore year of high school. Now we're both 21 (old enough to drink, oh yeah!), we live in the same apartment in Tokyo, and combined our money to buy a shiny, black convertible.
The way I see it, life is pretty good.
***Alex***
Raven black hair, giant onyx eyes, a bright smile, and about 5'8". That's Pan Son for you, my best friend and roommate.
We were fortunate enough to have enough money combined to buy a jet-black convertible. Did I mention that we're both 21, and old enough to drink? Ever since little Panny's turned 21, we both had endless hangovers. it was great.
Nagging Pan about her love interests, partying, life was good in my eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
+--Oh I could hide beneath the wings--+ +--Of the bluebird as she sings--+ +--The six o' clock alarm would never ring--+
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
***Alex***
My tired eyes creaked open to remember what today was. My interview for a job at Capsule Corp.
I glanced over at the digital clock that read 8:16 in red letters.
Shit. I was supposed to be at C.C. at 9:00?!? That leaves me. 44 minutes!! Holy shit!!!
I shot out of bed and into the bathroom where I locked the door and began stripping.
I turned on the shower and jumped in. Shit, was it cold. (Yes, shit IS my favorite word.)
***Pan***
I heard the shower running and shuffling around. Alex must've overslept again. We do that all too much. I swear the six o' clock would never ring. Somehow she always manages to get to where ever she's going on time anyway.
Realizing I had to drive her and go to work myself, I got up and changed into something comfy in my closet.
Walking by the bathroom door, I knocked and yelled, "8:22! Hurry up Alex!" Just for kicks.
Oh was it fun to annoy the heck outta Alex and rush her even more.
***Alex***
I heard Pan's voice yell the time through the thick wooden door and quickly turned off the shower and began drying myself off.
I threw on my clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab a bagel. I saw that Pan was already outside, in the car, and honking for me to hurry up.
I glanced at the clock. 8:50. Just enough time to make it on time if Pan ran people over and sped.
I shut the door behind me and jumped in the convertible, on to the comfortable leather passenger seat.
I strapped myself in with the seatbelt, waiting Pan's high-speed driving.
***Pan***
I looked at Alex and saw that she was ready to speed off.
I floored it, and in six minutes flat, we were at the huge glass doors of Capsule Corp.
She opened the door and stepped out, fixing herself up.
"Thanks for driving me Pan, but I think you should be getting to work yourself. One day you're gonna get fired for being late so many times." Alex thanked
"Not a problem, Alex. The boss guy doesn't really care if I'm late." I told her then casually drove away.
***Alex***
I walked in the giant building. The tremendous air-conditioning made the atmosphere cool and cozy.
I went to the front desk to be helped by a blonde woman.
"Hi I'm here for a job interview at 9:00." I told her
"Oh, you must be Miss Suzuki! Right this way!"
She led me to an office where another woman who looked about my age was.
"This is Miss Suzuki, she's here for her interview." The blonde woman told her, and then left.
"Miss Suzuki." the woman started
"Alex, please," I told her
"Alex, have a seat and we'll begin, shall we?"
I nodded in response. I hope this goes well.
***Pan***
"Late AGAIN, Miss Son?!?" the over-obsessed and really strict manager said while I dashed through the door. I hate it when people call me 'Miss Son', "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to let you go."
Panting and out of breath, I managed to say "WHAT?!?" a bit too loud.
Everyone in the office stopped and stared at me as I felt myself sweat drop. A few anonymous papers fell slowly to the ground.
"What?" I said, softer this time
"You're fired." The manager stated.
"But. but."
"You're FIRED."
"I'm devoted! I work hard" yeah right. I thought.
"I'm sorry Miss Son, but you are late and absent FAR too much!"
Man, now I hate being called Miss Son even more.
"ARG!!!" I stormed out the doors and back to the apartment.
***Alex***
"You did very well, Alex, we'll call you as soon as possible."
I left the building and somehow got back to the apartment.
***Pan***
I searched through my bag frantically looking for the keys, when I finally found them. I was really pissed at the moment, so I practically jabbed the key in the hole only to find the door already unlocked.
I twisted the handle and pushed. I walked through the threshold to find Alex sitting on the couch and watching TV while pigging out on a bag of chips. I threw my coat and bag aside while too, plopping down on the couch and snatching the chip bag from Alex.
I began munching furiously on the chips.
"What are you so pissed and worked up about?" Alex asked, predicting I was mad.
"Nothing.. Everything is just peachy. I'm not pissed. what makes you think that?" I said in my toneless voice I used every time I was angry
"Well, first of all, you're my best friend, I can tell when you're pissed, second, you're munching viciously on a bag of chips, and third, you sound and look pissed. So don't gimme that shit about not bein' pissed cuz I know when you're fucking pissed." Alex said all way too fast that any other but me could understand.
"Oh."
"So. tell me, Panny, what are you oh so very P.O. ed about?"
"I got fired."
"AGAIN?!?!" Her eyes bugged out, "How many times does that make uNOW/u? like sixteen?!?!"
"Mmm. more like four."
"Ahh I see. so what was it THIS time?"
"For being late."
"Oh." Alex said, not surprised.
"What?!?!" I asked
"Nothing."
"Tell me." I said, " Tell me. NOW"
"Ok, ok! Geez! Well no offence.. but if I were your boss. I'd fire you for being late too." Alex said then cowered.
"Am I late THAT much?!?" I asked unbelievably
"Yeah." Alex cowered again, "Hey but I heard about a job opening at the place where they make the magazine thing."
"Oh wow really. how great." I said sarcastically
"Go interview tomorrow." Alex suggested
"No way in hell!" I said
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A/N: God damnit! Now my eyes hurt!!!!!!!!!! Yanno it takes a looong time to type 5 fucking pages on word!!! Especially when you're thinking about WHAT TO WRITE TOO!! So what didya think about the first chapter? I know. it doesn't get into the whole T/P thing for a little while! But be patient. I'm a slow poster. unless I get a sudden *BURST* of inspiration! Please look for chapter 2!! And please r/r! tell me if you want me to email u when I post!