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I walked down the narrow hallway slowly, it seemed like a lifetime since I had been back here. But it wasn't, it was only a year. But a year that extended beyond the explanations of time, a year of misery, a year of waiting, but that doesn't matter now, because I am back. Back in my habitat, back in my home, back in my world.
As a 16-year-old high school student, I had no idea what I had dragged myself into by agreeing to go on my fathers' business trip to the U.S. Sure, the people there were all friendly, but it wasn't the same. I had regretted my decision the moment I stepped into the airport, but what could I have done? I couldn't have necessarily said, "Father, I changed my mind about going on this business trip with you, I know it's a big oppurtonity for you and you could get a big promotion that could help our family's financial problems, but I don't want to leave my friends because I am afraid that they might all forget about me."
No, I couldn't have, so I reluctantly stepped into the plane, the biggest mistake in my life.
How did I know that I stepped in to the plane that would take me to my worst nightmares, the plane that would take me away from everything my life had a grasp on, the plane that would lead me to a horrifying reality, how did I know? I was so young, so innocent, so incredibly naïve.
How could you, father? How could you? You were the one that brought me to life, you were the one that made me who I was, you were the one who would comfort me when I was being frightened, support me when I was being rejected, love me when I was being hated.
You did all of these things, yet I still hate you, I will always hate you, and I will never forgive you for what you did to my mother and me.
I thank you, because you were the one who took care of me for the entire 16 years of my life. But now I am grown up, I am now independent, I am also so alone.
The bell interrupted my thoughts, I fastened my pace and walked into my homeroom, as I turned the brass doorknob, my mind froze, 'What if they all forgot about me? What if they don't like me anymore?'
'Get a grip on yourself,' I thought, 'You've been through so much worse than this, what's the worst that could happen?'
So I took a big breath and stepped into the room, the noisy chatter stopped abruptly, 22 pairs of eyes were set on me. I started to walk towards a vacant desk in the back of the room when a familiar voice called out my name.
"Pan!"
"Hello, Bra." I said coolly.
"EEE!!" The pretty girl with cerulean hair and eyes called out, "I didn't know that you were coming back!"
I gave a weak smile, "Well, now you know."
Bra jumped up, knocking her chair over, she ran to where I was standing and gave me a big hug. I pulled away abruptly, and Bra had a hurt look in her eyes. I quickly said, "I've missed you, Bra."
Bra quickly smiled again, "I've missed you too, Panny."
Ugh, Panny, that sounded so young, so childish, so not like me, how I hated that name. No, wait, how I detested that name, hate was a very strong word and I only used it for one thing and person in the world, my father.
"So? Why have you come back?" Bra asked.
"I felt like it." I said coldly, "Got a problem with that?" I instantly regretted my words, but it was too late, Bra's eyes were bubbling with tears.
I quickly gave her a hug, "I'm sorry, Bra, it's just I'm kind of stressed with the moving and all."
Bra nodded, "That's alright, I understand how it feels to be tossed into another environment all of a sudden."
I wanted to laugh, you? You have absolutely no idea. You've always been a daddy's girl. The worst thing that ever happened to you was probably when you lost your teddy bear. I've been burned by the internal fires of desire. I've been cut by the screaming blades of madness, I've been tossed into a forbidden world of loneliness. Basically, I've been to hell and back.
Bra smiled her so-disgustingly-sweet smile, "This will be great, Pan, it'll be like old times again! Hanging out at the mall with our friends, prank- calling boys, going to romance movies and crying our eyes out, shopping for cool clothes. Oooo! It's going to be so much fun!"
I had a disgusted look in my eyes, romance movies? Prank calls? Hanging out at the mall? Spending countless hours shopping for useless stuff? Oh yes, now I remember, it seemed so long ago since I've done any of those things. So long. long enough to be considered a lifetime ago.
Bra squealed again, "Oooo! I'm having a sleepover tonight! You think you can come?"
I nodded, A sleepover. it's been so long since I've been to one of those.
Bra asked me, "So? Are you back here to stay for good?"
I smiled my trademark smile, the one that looks like how a killer smiles when he's about to shoot you. "That depends, I probably will, but hey, you never can be sure of things."
"That's true!" Bra said, "But life always turns out for the best."
I stopped smiling, life always turns out for the best? Hah! Maybe in Disney Movies! Or maybe in some fairytale. Life is cruel and hard, if I were some ordinary girl then I would have given up already, but I'm not, I'm Son Pan, I do not know the meaning of giving up, if there are two roads that face me, one full of sunshine and happiness, and one full of gloominess and hatred, I'd choose the gloomy one. Hey, call me stupid, but that's who I am. I take on danger headfirst.
Bra smiled again, "Hey, is your favourite colour still green? And your favorite song is still the Titanic theme song?"
I said, "No, Bra my favourite colour is black and my favourite song is Lose yourself by Eminem."
Bra made a face, "Eminem's songs are so untrue, they are way too depressing and it's always about deaths and stuff, I like happy songs."
I couldn't believe my ears, was this for real? Happy songs? Like what? Songs sung by Elmo? Life is depressing and that's a fact, deaths are also a fact, only weaklings believe in 'happy' stuff. Weaklings run away from their fears they tend to hope and think for the best, I am anything but weak, I am strong, I will always be strong.
Bra the happy person said again, "Anyways, you do know where I live, right Panny?"
I put on my best fake smile, "Of course, Bra, Capsule Corp. how could I ever forget?"
Bra turned around and glanced at the clock, "Goody, we still have 5 more minutes!"
I rolled my eyes, "Whoopee, five whole minutes."
Bra turned her attention back to me, "So? How was the U.S?"
I smiled and said, "Great, Bra, it was like, totally cool!"
Bra smiled, thinking that I told the truth, "Really?"
I laughed, "No. It was like hell."
Bra's eyes grew wide, "Really?"
I nodded, " Un-huh."
Bra's eyes grew wider, "Wow, I don't know what to say, but if it helps you feel better, last year was a bad year for me also."
I said sarcastically, "Oh, do tell."
Bra started talking, "Well, first Goten and I broke up."
Oh, the horrors.I thought
Bra continued, "And Trunks got engaged to this really mean girl named Elle who always is yelling at me. And she had the nerve to flirt with Goten and she thinks my dad is gay and she thinks my mom is a stupid know-it-all and she ."
I couldn't remember anything else she said, the same words kept on ringing in my head,Trunks? Engaged? Trunks? Engaged? Trunks? Engaged? My Trunks?
"So," Bra blabbered on, "She's really bossy and all but Trunks just lets her get away with it."
I couldn't believe my ears, Trunks, engaged? Trunks Vegeta-Briefs? Engaged? Trunks as in your brother of 16 years, and my crush of eternity?
Bra stopped blabbering, "Hey, Pan, you okay?"
I laughed, trying to hold back the emotions in my voice, "Never been better, I'm really happy for that brother of yours."
Bra's eyes suddenly lit up again, "Hey! I've got an idea, you can be another bridesmaid in their wedding! This way, I won't be hanging out with lots of people I don't know."
I didn't say anything. There were two voices screaming in my head, one screamed, come on, Pan! You're the descendent of Son Gokou! You can win him back! Pan, you go girl! Go and kick that other woman out of his life!
The other was screaming, So who cares, if he's getting married, come on Pan! You've been through so much, and you handled it all with maturity and pride, don't let a boy get in your way, after all, he doesn't understand you.
Pan covered her ears, she didn't want to hear anymore.
But the voices would not back off, Pan! You're the strongest female in the universe! Go and fight for your man! I believe in you! Think about your Grandpa Gokou!
The other voice was equally as strong, Pan! You don't need a man in your life! Think about your mother! She loved your father so much, but what happened in the end, Pan? He ran off with a twenty-something-years-old model! Think about how much more pain and grief a guy would cause in your life!
Pan yelled, "Shut up!" Bra looked startled.
You love him, Pan!
You hate him! You hate everything!
You deserve him more than anyone, you were never one to give up!
Think about your mother! Think about their relationship! Pan! You're strong! You don't need a man in your life!
Pan felt like her head was going to explode. Just then everything went quiet, and Pan heard a third voice in her head.
Pan! Son Pan! You are who you are! You can't do anything to deny that! You can't deny destiny! You can't deny fate! Do what you think is right!
Pan cried out, "But I don't know! I don't know what to do!"
Yes you do! No matter how much you hate everyone you still believe in justice in the world! Like both your mother and your Grandpa! If the woman is a mean one, think about how she's going to treat your best friend, Bra when she and Trunks gets married! Even if you don't like Trunks anymore, you can still stop this marriage! Pan! Pan! I believe in you! You are strong! You can do anything!
~*~
She's changed, really, she's changed. Although she claims that she is Pan, I'm not sure if she really is, I mean, she hardly looks like Pan, let alone acts like her. The Panny I knew was a sweet, funny, outgoing, happy person. This Pan is cold and quiet. It's like she hates everything and everyone. Today was her first day back, and she hasn't talked to me much. I mean, I'm supposed to be her best friend! I just hope that she won't act like this at the sleepover tonight.
"I'm home!"
"Wow, great! Like if I care." That idiotic brother of mine called out from the kitchen.
"Shut up, Trunks, I'm not talking to you!" I called.
"Did I say that I was talking to you?" Trunks snorted.
I ignored him and stomped in my room, I changed into a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt. I ran into the basement and pushed open the large metal door.
"Hello, Daddy, just wanted to tell you that I'm home!" I called happily.
A grunt was heard from my father, or in other words, Vegeta, Prince-I mean, King of the saiya-jin race, which approximately consists of 2 pure bloods, 4 half bloods, and an ¼ blood. Oh, and millions of dead people.
I walked up the stairs, I should know better than to interrupt my father's training. But, hey, it's not like he's gonna do anything about it, I mean, I've got him wrapped tightly around my little finger.
I walked into the kitchen where my brother was munching on an apple, making disgusting noises. I think he does that on purpose when I'm around. But I do my best to ignore him.
I opened the fridge and pulled out a little carton of fat-free yogurt. My brother opened his big mouth and said, in a mocking sort of way, "Oh, Bra, mom had to leave early this morning for a meeting, she'll be back tomorrow."
"So?" What was his point, mom always left for meetings and business trips, being the president of Capsule Corp. and all, which is the largest company in the world.
"So. Mom doesn't trust you and your little friends, so she's leaving 'heh heh' me in charge of your little sleepover." Trunks laughed his annoying laugh.
"WHAT!!?" I dropped my yogurt, "WHAT DOES SHE MEAN SHE DOESN'T TRUST ME, I'M MORE RESPONSIBLE THAN YOU!"
"Whoa, sis, don't hyperventilate! I'm just supervising, SUPERVISING, meaning looking after and directing-" My brother smiled his even more annoying smile.
"SHUT UP! I know what supervising means, but what I don't understand is why mom doesn't trust me!" I yelled.
"'cause you're a crybaby, wimp, loser, oh, and an annoying little bit-"
My fist connected with his jaw.
~*~
I rubbed my sore jaw, ow. being an wimpy crybaby, she sure can punch hard.
Damn, I didn't want to supervise her little sleepover, why would I want to hang out with a bunch of high school students anyway, well, at least Goten's coming over. He can keep me company, maybe I should rent a scary movie, and maybe my sister will wet the bed tonight.
I turned on the T.V. a documentary was on about the history of shoelaces, the history of shoelaces? Come on, that's just plain stupid. I flipped open the Television guide. Whoa, this thing had been on for almost two hours already, who in their right minds would make a documentary on shoelaces?
I heard the doorbell ring, great, probably one of Bra's friends. "Bra! One of your annoying friends is here!"
"Could you get it? I have to change!"
Ugh, well, what could I say, I was the supervisor. I went and opened the door, "Hello?"
"Yes, I'm like, totally here for like, Bra's radical sleepover!" A girl with a weird hairdo stepped into the hallway, "Are you like her brother?"
I nodded, "Yup, the one and only."
She smiled, "Oooo, my name is Katrina, you can just call me Kat, though."
I pointed down the hallway, "Bra's in her room."
Kat smiled, "Oooo, well thanks, Trunksies." And with that, she ran off in Bra's room.
I stood there, disgusted, Trunksies? What the hell?
The doorbell rang again, Oh, well, might as well get this over with all at once.
"Hello?"
This time there were 2 girls, who both started giggling like crazy when they saw me, "Hi! I'm Sandra and she's Rachel, can we come in?"
Well, at least they didn't say 'like' a lot. "Sure, Bra's room is just down the hallway." I gestured to my sister's room.
"Thanks," They both stepped in and giggled again.
Oh, great, this is going to be a rough night, I can't stand people who giggle.
I sat down in a chair and started reading the newspaper. 10 minutes later the doorbell rang again.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Trunks." The pretty blonde said.
"Oh, hey, Marron, come on in, the others are in Bra's room right now." I was so relieved to see someone whom I actually knew.
"Okay, thanks, boxer boy." Marron laughed and walked down the hallway.
"Oh god, first Trunksies, now boxer boy, what's next, eggplant head?" I mumbled.
"Well, Trunks your hair is violet, eggplants are purple." Goten said.
"Whoa! Where'd you come from?" I jumped back.
"Oh, your worst nightmares." Goten rolled his eyes.
Before I could say anything else, Bra leapt into the room and threw her arms around my best friend.
Ugh, my little sister and Goten, disgusting! He's what, 13 years older than her?
I shuddered and watched them walk down the hallway, "Well, that should be the last of them." I went back on to my couch and continued to watch the very fascinating history of shoelaces. Good thing the doorbell rang again, because I was seriously going to fall asleep.
I rubbed my eyes and opened the door, "Hello?"
There was a pretty girl with waist-length black hair standing in the doorway. The ends of her hair were slightly curved outwards. She did not speak.
"Um, Bra's room is down the hallway." I muttered, this girl looked familiar.
She still did not speak, nor did she move, she waited patiently at the door and I gestured to the hallway once more. She still did not move.
Bra ran towards me, "Trunks! What're you standing there at the door for?"
I moved aside so she could see the girl, she screeched, "Panny! C'mon in! Don't mind my brother if he's frightening you, he's supposed to be the supervisor for this sleepover."
The girl laughed a cold, harsh laugh, "He couldn't supervise a bunch of penguins."
I was about to argue, but something went through my head, "Panny?"
The girl still did not speak to me, she followed Bra down the hallway. I stood there, stunned, Panny? As in Son Pan? The one who accompanied Gokou and me on the search for the Black Star Dragonballs?
I suddenly heard a scream, I ran down the hallway and saw Marron with her arms around the girl. "EEEEE!!! Panny!!! I haven't seen you for so long!!!"
The girl didn't speak, she had a weird look in her eyes.
I didn't like to think of her as Pan, she probably wasn't, she was almost the same height as Pan, but her hair and her eyes were different, they were the same colour. But somehow different.
Goten croaked, "Panny? You didn't tell your dear uncle that you were coming back!"
The girl muttered, "You wouldn't have cared." Which I think only I heard.
Marron smiled, "So how are your mother and your father?"
Well, now I know that this girl is not Pan, first of all, Pan wouldn't have called her father a heartless bastard. And second of all, she's barely said a single word to me. I remember when she was away for a month during summer vacation. The day she got back, she chatted to me for 3 hours on the phone. Nope, this girl definitely wasn't Pan, but then who was she? Everyone else seems to think that she is Pan. Or maybe I'm just over reacting, she has been away for a whole year, she could have changed a lot.
I groaned in disgust as Goten started kissing my sister. Does he have a mental problem or something? I mean, this is my sister we're talking about.
I left the room and stopped in my favourite spot in the house, the kitchen. I opened my beloved fridge to try and find some leftover pie or cake. Well, I found a 4-month old Danish. I could tell by the layers of mold it had.
I groaned again, well, at least that took my mind off Goten and Bra.
"What's that?" Someone asked.
I turned around and saw the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan leaning against the counter, "Apparently, a good science fair project, you want it?"
To my surprise she nodded, so I tossed the Danish thingy and she caught it gracefully, she flipped it over a couple of times, apparently unfazed by the mold.
I joked, "Funny how something can be so nice and sweet and then turn so moldy and ugly."
The girl looked up, a look of surprise in her eyes, but the look went away as quickly as it had came, "Yes, kinda like life. One moment you think you're on the peak of the world and suddenly you fall off and die."
I raised an eyebrow, "Well, if you wanna put it that way, I guess so."
She looked at the Danish a couple more times and tossed it back to me.
I fumbled to catch it, "Ugh, how can you bear to touch this thing?"
She washed her hands under the tap, "It's not like it's going to attack anyone."
I laughed, "Well, you never know, maybe the living organisms in this Danish will form an army and take over all the world."
She did not look amused, "Could happen."
I stared at her washing her hands, they looked so slender and soft, Pan's hands were always rough and strong.
She turned the tap off and walked back into Bra's room. I was about to toss the moldy Danish-thingy away but I thought about all the possibilities of this Danish. A evil grin spread across my face, hey, I may be 30 and engaged, but that doesn't stop me from having a bit of fun.
I walked quietly into Bra's room. Kat, Sandra, and Rachel were looking at magazines. Goten and Bra were still. Ugh. I shuddered again. Marron was asking Pan a bunch of pointless questions such as, "Do you still like nail polish?"
I tip-toed behind Bra and Goten who were still. Ugh. I held the Danish on top of Bra's forehead. Kat, Sandra, Rachel, Marron and the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan were now staring at me.
I dropped the Danish and both Goten and Bra opened their eyes, Bra screamed and Goten jumped off the bed as if the Danish was a bomb.
I fell over laughing, of course no one but the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan and I knew what the 'thing' was.
Bra yelled, "TRUNKS! YOU'RE DEAD!"
I probably would've come up with a brilliant remark, but I was laughing too hard.
Bra stood up and yelled, "Would someone get this thing off my bed!"
No one dared to touch it, not even Goten. Bra pleaded, "Please Gotie?"
Ugh, I shuddered, Gotie, that's disgusting.
Goten made no attempt to go anywhere near Bra's bed. Bra yelled again, "Would someone please get this thing off of my bed!"
The girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan stood up and slowly walked up to Bra's bed. She picked up the Danish thingy and threw it in her wastebasket. Bra went up and hugged her like she was the saviour of the world.
The girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan walked slowly out of Bra's room and into a nearby washroom to wash her hands.
I followed her, "Awww. did you have to do that?"
She didn't look up, "You really like taking pleasure at other people's suffering, don't you?"
I shook my head, "Not everyone, just Bra."
She turned the tap off and was about to leave. I had to ask her, I couldn't hold it in anymore, "Are you really Son Pan?"
She turned around slowly and stared at me, I shuddered, her stare was like ice. "What do you think?"
I scratched my head, oh well, since you already asked her, you might as well tell her the whole thing. "Well, you don't really act like Pan, come to think of it, you don't really look like her either."
She continued to stare at me, "So? What's your point?"
I didn't really have a point actually, but never one to back down, I continued to talk, "I just want to know if you're the same Pan that went with Gokou and I on the search for the Black Star Dragonballs."
She didn't speak for a while, after a uncomfortable silence, she finally spoke, "No, I am not that Pan, that Pan is dead, she does not exist anymore, I took her place instead, so if you're asking if we're the same person, then literally we are. But she is not I, I am not she. Does that explain your question?"
I didn't understand, "So you're an evil clone of Pan?"
She shook her head, "I am the only Pan, I was always the only Pan."
~*~
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I walked down the narrow hallway slowly, it seemed like a lifetime since I had been back here. But it wasn't, it was only a year. But a year that extended beyond the explanations of time, a year of misery, a year of waiting, but that doesn't matter now, because I am back. Back in my habitat, back in my home, back in my world.
As a 16-year-old high school student, I had no idea what I had dragged myself into by agreeing to go on my fathers' business trip to the U.S. Sure, the people there were all friendly, but it wasn't the same. I had regretted my decision the moment I stepped into the airport, but what could I have done? I couldn't have necessarily said, "Father, I changed my mind about going on this business trip with you, I know it's a big oppurtonity for you and you could get a big promotion that could help our family's financial problems, but I don't want to leave my friends because I am afraid that they might all forget about me."
No, I couldn't have, so I reluctantly stepped into the plane, the biggest mistake in my life.
How did I know that I stepped in to the plane that would take me to my worst nightmares, the plane that would take me away from everything my life had a grasp on, the plane that would lead me to a horrifying reality, how did I know? I was so young, so innocent, so incredibly naïve.
How could you, father? How could you? You were the one that brought me to life, you were the one that made me who I was, you were the one who would comfort me when I was being frightened, support me when I was being rejected, love me when I was being hated.
You did all of these things, yet I still hate you, I will always hate you, and I will never forgive you for what you did to my mother and me.
I thank you, because you were the one who took care of me for the entire 16 years of my life. But now I am grown up, I am now independent, I am also so alone.
The bell interrupted my thoughts, I fastened my pace and walked into my homeroom, as I turned the brass doorknob, my mind froze, 'What if they all forgot about me? What if they don't like me anymore?'
'Get a grip on yourself,' I thought, 'You've been through so much worse than this, what's the worst that could happen?'
So I took a big breath and stepped into the room, the noisy chatter stopped abruptly, 22 pairs of eyes were set on me. I started to walk towards a vacant desk in the back of the room when a familiar voice called out my name.
"Pan!"
"Hello, Bra." I said coolly.
"EEE!!" The pretty girl with cerulean hair and eyes called out, "I didn't know that you were coming back!"
I gave a weak smile, "Well, now you know."
Bra jumped up, knocking her chair over, she ran to where I was standing and gave me a big hug. I pulled away abruptly, and Bra had a hurt look in her eyes. I quickly said, "I've missed you, Bra."
Bra quickly smiled again, "I've missed you too, Panny."
Ugh, Panny, that sounded so young, so childish, so not like me, how I hated that name. No, wait, how I detested that name, hate was a very strong word and I only used it for one thing and person in the world, my father.
"So? Why have you come back?" Bra asked.
"I felt like it." I said coldly, "Got a problem with that?" I instantly regretted my words, but it was too late, Bra's eyes were bubbling with tears.
I quickly gave her a hug, "I'm sorry, Bra, it's just I'm kind of stressed with the moving and all."
Bra nodded, "That's alright, I understand how it feels to be tossed into another environment all of a sudden."
I wanted to laugh, you? You have absolutely no idea. You've always been a daddy's girl. The worst thing that ever happened to you was probably when you lost your teddy bear. I've been burned by the internal fires of desire. I've been cut by the screaming blades of madness, I've been tossed into a forbidden world of loneliness. Basically, I've been to hell and back.
Bra smiled her so-disgustingly-sweet smile, "This will be great, Pan, it'll be like old times again! Hanging out at the mall with our friends, prank- calling boys, going to romance movies and crying our eyes out, shopping for cool clothes. Oooo! It's going to be so much fun!"
I had a disgusted look in my eyes, romance movies? Prank calls? Hanging out at the mall? Spending countless hours shopping for useless stuff? Oh yes, now I remember, it seemed so long ago since I've done any of those things. So long. long enough to be considered a lifetime ago.
Bra squealed again, "Oooo! I'm having a sleepover tonight! You think you can come?"
I nodded, A sleepover. it's been so long since I've been to one of those.
Bra asked me, "So? Are you back here to stay for good?"
I smiled my trademark smile, the one that looks like how a killer smiles when he's about to shoot you. "That depends, I probably will, but hey, you never can be sure of things."
"That's true!" Bra said, "But life always turns out for the best."
I stopped smiling, life always turns out for the best? Hah! Maybe in Disney Movies! Or maybe in some fairytale. Life is cruel and hard, if I were some ordinary girl then I would have given up already, but I'm not, I'm Son Pan, I do not know the meaning of giving up, if there are two roads that face me, one full of sunshine and happiness, and one full of gloominess and hatred, I'd choose the gloomy one. Hey, call me stupid, but that's who I am. I take on danger headfirst.
Bra smiled again, "Hey, is your favourite colour still green? And your favorite song is still the Titanic theme song?"
I said, "No, Bra my favourite colour is black and my favourite song is Lose yourself by Eminem."
Bra made a face, "Eminem's songs are so untrue, they are way too depressing and it's always about deaths and stuff, I like happy songs."
I couldn't believe my ears, was this for real? Happy songs? Like what? Songs sung by Elmo? Life is depressing and that's a fact, deaths are also a fact, only weaklings believe in 'happy' stuff. Weaklings run away from their fears they tend to hope and think for the best, I am anything but weak, I am strong, I will always be strong.
Bra the happy person said again, "Anyways, you do know where I live, right Panny?"
I put on my best fake smile, "Of course, Bra, Capsule Corp. how could I ever forget?"
Bra turned around and glanced at the clock, "Goody, we still have 5 more minutes!"
I rolled my eyes, "Whoopee, five whole minutes."
Bra turned her attention back to me, "So? How was the U.S?"
I smiled and said, "Great, Bra, it was like, totally cool!"
Bra smiled, thinking that I told the truth, "Really?"
I laughed, "No. It was like hell."
Bra's eyes grew wide, "Really?"
I nodded, " Un-huh."
Bra's eyes grew wider, "Wow, I don't know what to say, but if it helps you feel better, last year was a bad year for me also."
I said sarcastically, "Oh, do tell."
Bra started talking, "Well, first Goten and I broke up."
Oh, the horrors.I thought
Bra continued, "And Trunks got engaged to this really mean girl named Elle who always is yelling at me. And she had the nerve to flirt with Goten and she thinks my dad is gay and she thinks my mom is a stupid know-it-all and she ."
I couldn't remember anything else she said, the same words kept on ringing in my head,Trunks? Engaged? Trunks? Engaged? Trunks? Engaged? My Trunks?
"So," Bra blabbered on, "She's really bossy and all but Trunks just lets her get away with it."
I couldn't believe my ears, Trunks, engaged? Trunks Vegeta-Briefs? Engaged? Trunks as in your brother of 16 years, and my crush of eternity?
Bra stopped blabbering, "Hey, Pan, you okay?"
I laughed, trying to hold back the emotions in my voice, "Never been better, I'm really happy for that brother of yours."
Bra's eyes suddenly lit up again, "Hey! I've got an idea, you can be another bridesmaid in their wedding! This way, I won't be hanging out with lots of people I don't know."
I didn't say anything. There were two voices screaming in my head, one screamed, come on, Pan! You're the descendent of Son Gokou! You can win him back! Pan, you go girl! Go and kick that other woman out of his life!
The other was screaming, So who cares, if he's getting married, come on Pan! You've been through so much, and you handled it all with maturity and pride, don't let a boy get in your way, after all, he doesn't understand you.
Pan covered her ears, she didn't want to hear anymore.
But the voices would not back off, Pan! You're the strongest female in the universe! Go and fight for your man! I believe in you! Think about your Grandpa Gokou!
The other voice was equally as strong, Pan! You don't need a man in your life! Think about your mother! She loved your father so much, but what happened in the end, Pan? He ran off with a twenty-something-years-old model! Think about how much more pain and grief a guy would cause in your life!
Pan yelled, "Shut up!" Bra looked startled.
You love him, Pan!
You hate him! You hate everything!
You deserve him more than anyone, you were never one to give up!
Think about your mother! Think about their relationship! Pan! You're strong! You don't need a man in your life!
Pan felt like her head was going to explode. Just then everything went quiet, and Pan heard a third voice in her head.
Pan! Son Pan! You are who you are! You can't do anything to deny that! You can't deny destiny! You can't deny fate! Do what you think is right!
Pan cried out, "But I don't know! I don't know what to do!"
Yes you do! No matter how much you hate everyone you still believe in justice in the world! Like both your mother and your Grandpa! If the woman is a mean one, think about how she's going to treat your best friend, Bra when she and Trunks gets married! Even if you don't like Trunks anymore, you can still stop this marriage! Pan! Pan! I believe in you! You are strong! You can do anything!
~*~
She's changed, really, she's changed. Although she claims that she is Pan, I'm not sure if she really is, I mean, she hardly looks like Pan, let alone acts like her. The Panny I knew was a sweet, funny, outgoing, happy person. This Pan is cold and quiet. It's like she hates everything and everyone. Today was her first day back, and she hasn't talked to me much. I mean, I'm supposed to be her best friend! I just hope that she won't act like this at the sleepover tonight.
"I'm home!"
"Wow, great! Like if I care." That idiotic brother of mine called out from the kitchen.
"Shut up, Trunks, I'm not talking to you!" I called.
"Did I say that I was talking to you?" Trunks snorted.
I ignored him and stomped in my room, I changed into a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt. I ran into the basement and pushed open the large metal door.
"Hello, Daddy, just wanted to tell you that I'm home!" I called happily.
A grunt was heard from my father, or in other words, Vegeta, Prince-I mean, King of the saiya-jin race, which approximately consists of 2 pure bloods, 4 half bloods, and an ¼ blood. Oh, and millions of dead people.
I walked up the stairs, I should know better than to interrupt my father's training. But, hey, it's not like he's gonna do anything about it, I mean, I've got him wrapped tightly around my little finger.
I walked into the kitchen where my brother was munching on an apple, making disgusting noises. I think he does that on purpose when I'm around. But I do my best to ignore him.
I opened the fridge and pulled out a little carton of fat-free yogurt. My brother opened his big mouth and said, in a mocking sort of way, "Oh, Bra, mom had to leave early this morning for a meeting, she'll be back tomorrow."
"So?" What was his point, mom always left for meetings and business trips, being the president of Capsule Corp. and all, which is the largest company in the world.
"So. Mom doesn't trust you and your little friends, so she's leaving 'heh heh' me in charge of your little sleepover." Trunks laughed his annoying laugh.
"WHAT!!?" I dropped my yogurt, "WHAT DOES SHE MEAN SHE DOESN'T TRUST ME, I'M MORE RESPONSIBLE THAN YOU!"
"Whoa, sis, don't hyperventilate! I'm just supervising, SUPERVISING, meaning looking after and directing-" My brother smiled his even more annoying smile.
"SHUT UP! I know what supervising means, but what I don't understand is why mom doesn't trust me!" I yelled.
"'cause you're a crybaby, wimp, loser, oh, and an annoying little bit-"
My fist connected with his jaw.
~*~
I rubbed my sore jaw, ow. being an wimpy crybaby, she sure can punch hard.
Damn, I didn't want to supervise her little sleepover, why would I want to hang out with a bunch of high school students anyway, well, at least Goten's coming over. He can keep me company, maybe I should rent a scary movie, and maybe my sister will wet the bed tonight.
I turned on the T.V. a documentary was on about the history of shoelaces, the history of shoelaces? Come on, that's just plain stupid. I flipped open the Television guide. Whoa, this thing had been on for almost two hours already, who in their right minds would make a documentary on shoelaces?
I heard the doorbell ring, great, probably one of Bra's friends. "Bra! One of your annoying friends is here!"
"Could you get it? I have to change!"
Ugh, well, what could I say, I was the supervisor. I went and opened the door, "Hello?"
"Yes, I'm like, totally here for like, Bra's radical sleepover!" A girl with a weird hairdo stepped into the hallway, "Are you like her brother?"
I nodded, "Yup, the one and only."
She smiled, "Oooo, my name is Katrina, you can just call me Kat, though."
I pointed down the hallway, "Bra's in her room."
Kat smiled, "Oooo, well thanks, Trunksies." And with that, she ran off in Bra's room.
I stood there, disgusted, Trunksies? What the hell?
The doorbell rang again, Oh, well, might as well get this over with all at once.
"Hello?"
This time there were 2 girls, who both started giggling like crazy when they saw me, "Hi! I'm Sandra and she's Rachel, can we come in?"
Well, at least they didn't say 'like' a lot. "Sure, Bra's room is just down the hallway." I gestured to my sister's room.
"Thanks," They both stepped in and giggled again.
Oh, great, this is going to be a rough night, I can't stand people who giggle.
I sat down in a chair and started reading the newspaper. 10 minutes later the doorbell rang again.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Trunks." The pretty blonde said.
"Oh, hey, Marron, come on in, the others are in Bra's room right now." I was so relieved to see someone whom I actually knew.
"Okay, thanks, boxer boy." Marron laughed and walked down the hallway.
"Oh god, first Trunksies, now boxer boy, what's next, eggplant head?" I mumbled.
"Well, Trunks your hair is violet, eggplants are purple." Goten said.
"Whoa! Where'd you come from?" I jumped back.
"Oh, your worst nightmares." Goten rolled his eyes.
Before I could say anything else, Bra leapt into the room and threw her arms around my best friend.
Ugh, my little sister and Goten, disgusting! He's what, 13 years older than her?
I shuddered and watched them walk down the hallway, "Well, that should be the last of them." I went back on to my couch and continued to watch the very fascinating history of shoelaces. Good thing the doorbell rang again, because I was seriously going to fall asleep.
I rubbed my eyes and opened the door, "Hello?"
There was a pretty girl with waist-length black hair standing in the doorway. The ends of her hair were slightly curved outwards. She did not speak.
"Um, Bra's room is down the hallway." I muttered, this girl looked familiar.
She still did not speak, nor did she move, she waited patiently at the door and I gestured to the hallway once more. She still did not move.
Bra ran towards me, "Trunks! What're you standing there at the door for?"
I moved aside so she could see the girl, she screeched, "Panny! C'mon in! Don't mind my brother if he's frightening you, he's supposed to be the supervisor for this sleepover."
The girl laughed a cold, harsh laugh, "He couldn't supervise a bunch of penguins."
I was about to argue, but something went through my head, "Panny?"
The girl still did not speak to me, she followed Bra down the hallway. I stood there, stunned, Panny? As in Son Pan? The one who accompanied Gokou and me on the search for the Black Star Dragonballs?
I suddenly heard a scream, I ran down the hallway and saw Marron with her arms around the girl. "EEEEE!!! Panny!!! I haven't seen you for so long!!!"
The girl didn't speak, she had a weird look in her eyes.
I didn't like to think of her as Pan, she probably wasn't, she was almost the same height as Pan, but her hair and her eyes were different, they were the same colour. But somehow different.
Goten croaked, "Panny? You didn't tell your dear uncle that you were coming back!"
The girl muttered, "You wouldn't have cared." Which I think only I heard.
Marron smiled, "So how are your mother and your father?"
Well, now I know that this girl is not Pan, first of all, Pan wouldn't have called her father a heartless bastard. And second of all, she's barely said a single word to me. I remember when she was away for a month during summer vacation. The day she got back, she chatted to me for 3 hours on the phone. Nope, this girl definitely wasn't Pan, but then who was she? Everyone else seems to think that she is Pan. Or maybe I'm just over reacting, she has been away for a whole year, she could have changed a lot.
I groaned in disgust as Goten started kissing my sister. Does he have a mental problem or something? I mean, this is my sister we're talking about.
I left the room and stopped in my favourite spot in the house, the kitchen. I opened my beloved fridge to try and find some leftover pie or cake. Well, I found a 4-month old Danish. I could tell by the layers of mold it had.
I groaned again, well, at least that took my mind off Goten and Bra.
"What's that?" Someone asked.
I turned around and saw the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan leaning against the counter, "Apparently, a good science fair project, you want it?"
To my surprise she nodded, so I tossed the Danish thingy and she caught it gracefully, she flipped it over a couple of times, apparently unfazed by the mold.
I joked, "Funny how something can be so nice and sweet and then turn so moldy and ugly."
The girl looked up, a look of surprise in her eyes, but the look went away as quickly as it had came, "Yes, kinda like life. One moment you think you're on the peak of the world and suddenly you fall off and die."
I raised an eyebrow, "Well, if you wanna put it that way, I guess so."
She looked at the Danish a couple more times and tossed it back to me.
I fumbled to catch it, "Ugh, how can you bear to touch this thing?"
She washed her hands under the tap, "It's not like it's going to attack anyone."
I laughed, "Well, you never know, maybe the living organisms in this Danish will form an army and take over all the world."
She did not look amused, "Could happen."
I stared at her washing her hands, they looked so slender and soft, Pan's hands were always rough and strong.
She turned the tap off and walked back into Bra's room. I was about to toss the moldy Danish-thingy away but I thought about all the possibilities of this Danish. A evil grin spread across my face, hey, I may be 30 and engaged, but that doesn't stop me from having a bit of fun.
I walked quietly into Bra's room. Kat, Sandra, and Rachel were looking at magazines. Goten and Bra were still. Ugh. I shuddered again. Marron was asking Pan a bunch of pointless questions such as, "Do you still like nail polish?"
I tip-toed behind Bra and Goten who were still. Ugh. I held the Danish on top of Bra's forehead. Kat, Sandra, Rachel, Marron and the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan were now staring at me.
I dropped the Danish and both Goten and Bra opened their eyes, Bra screamed and Goten jumped off the bed as if the Danish was a bomb.
I fell over laughing, of course no one but the girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan and I knew what the 'thing' was.
Bra yelled, "TRUNKS! YOU'RE DEAD!"
I probably would've come up with a brilliant remark, but I was laughing too hard.
Bra stood up and yelled, "Would someone get this thing off my bed!"
No one dared to touch it, not even Goten. Bra pleaded, "Please Gotie?"
Ugh, I shuddered, Gotie, that's disgusting.
Goten made no attempt to go anywhere near Bra's bed. Bra yelled again, "Would someone please get this thing off of my bed!"
The girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan stood up and slowly walked up to Bra's bed. She picked up the Danish thingy and threw it in her wastebasket. Bra went up and hugged her like she was the saviour of the world.
The girl whom everyone assumed to be Pan walked slowly out of Bra's room and into a nearby washroom to wash her hands.
I followed her, "Awww. did you have to do that?"
She didn't look up, "You really like taking pleasure at other people's suffering, don't you?"
I shook my head, "Not everyone, just Bra."
She turned the tap off and was about to leave. I had to ask her, I couldn't hold it in anymore, "Are you really Son Pan?"
She turned around slowly and stared at me, I shuddered, her stare was like ice. "What do you think?"
I scratched my head, oh well, since you already asked her, you might as well tell her the whole thing. "Well, you don't really act like Pan, come to think of it, you don't really look like her either."
She continued to stare at me, "So? What's your point?"
I didn't really have a point actually, but never one to back down, I continued to talk, "I just want to know if you're the same Pan that went with Gokou and I on the search for the Black Star Dragonballs."
She didn't speak for a while, after a uncomfortable silence, she finally spoke, "No, I am not that Pan, that Pan is dead, she does not exist anymore, I took her place instead, so if you're asking if we're the same person, then literally we are. But she is not I, I am not she. Does that explain your question?"
I didn't understand, "So you're an evil clone of Pan?"
She shook her head, "I am the only Pan, I was always the only Pan."
~*~
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