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A/N: Heh heh heh. My author's comments getting to you? Sorry. Is really late at night, me stressed, and I'm a caffeine freak. I just finished playing Wielder of the Red Pen for Panno, and I'm kinda hyper. So yes, I mock you, but it's all in good fun. ;P Feel free to take it out on me in reviews.

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Petrified Tears
chapter 47



Pan sat on the cover of the xerox machine, waiting for the copies to finish. She wasn't worried about cracking the plastic cover; the machine was built to withstand a saiyan temper tantrum. It could stand to hold 137 pounds.

"So you see, that's the predicament I'm in," she explained to her lord as she brought up her right foot and shoved it into her sneaker. Tightening the laces, she continued. "See, you don't know what I'm talking about. You don't really have a face of your own, your own personality. You just have no choice but to show people the face they want to see-their own."

The machine beeped at her, signaling the completion of its task. Looking down at the pile, she noted that they hadn't been sorted, even though she had pressed the auto-sort button. She laughed as she pushed herself off and scooped up the pile into her arms.

"I suppose I deserve that," she laughed, bowing as best she could behind the tower of photocopies.

Turning from the room, she skillfully maneuvered her way through the teeming scores of girls in the hallways that seemed to take pleasure in trying to swallow her up with their masses and suffocate her.

She figured that if need be, she could just levitate above them and terrify the shit out of them all.

Not like any were really trying to knock her under or ever over today. She looked like hell, like she'd killed something. They were afraid.

Whether they were afraid of getting blood on their skirts or of pissing her off, she didn't know.

Eventually, she made her way to the door leading to Trunks's office-in time to hear him scream in primal rage and feel his ki destroy something.

Worriedly, she cracked the door and peeked through, seeing him perched on his swivel chair. The chair faced the windows, but he faced the desk, one foot on the seat, the other raised to support his weight on the top of the chair back, his finger pointing with malice at the computer terminal that sat on his desk, smoke trickling from a round hole in the glass in front, and in the back of the screen.

"Trunks?" she asked as she entered cautiously, closing the door, seeing the maniacal glee spread across his features as he laughed at the now deceased machine on his desk. "What did the monitor ever do to you?"

He opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted by an abrupt humming.

Eyes growing wide, he dove behind the chair.

"Fire in the hole!" he cried, heartbeats before the monitor sent itself into oblivion with a puff of smoke, a small bang, and flying "shrapnel" that couldn't have been more then tiny pieces of plastic that weren't nearly as lethal as a plastic Barbie shoe.

Shifting the tower of papers to balance on one arm, she waved her free hand in front of her face to dissipate the smoke from the small explosion.

"Some how I get the feeling that you've blown up monitors before," she coughed.

The top of Trunks's head appeared over the back of his chair, eyes darting about the room, looking eagerly for something else to attack.

"Is it safe?" he whispered, glancing about the room.

Pan rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's safe," she replied, like she would to a child, crossing farther into the room. "Now, care to explain what the monitor did to make you destroy it?"

"Is it safe?" he repeated, his eyes locking intently on hers, his ki suddenly dropping out of existence.

Worried as to why he was suddenly masking his ki, she hesitated. "Yes, Trunks. It's perfectly safe. There are no more computer monitors to try and hurt your feelings. Now please, tell me what impelled you to blow up the monitor."

"Are you sure?" he whispered as she approached the desk.

Exasperated now, sure he was just playing around with her from boredom, she took a deep breath. "Yes, Trunks," she chided, placing the tower of paper on the desk. "It's safe."

"Good!" he cried as the tower blocked him from her sight.

She froze as the tower in front of her exploded into a storm of white, broken only by a large and masculine body flying through it to tackle her to the ground.

She landed with an eep!, Trunks's weight heavy upon her chest, his face and eyes close to her own as the papers rained down on them.

"It wasn't safe," she sputtered through the searing pain his weight was creating.

To her surprise, he giggled.

Gasping, she attempted to shove him off of her. "Trunks, I can sit on your chest because I don't weigh nearly half as much as you do. You're crushing me! Off!"

He looked down at her, before levitating off of her, but still hovering over her, not allowing her to get up.

"Trunks," she sighed, looking up at him with her hands pinned above her head by his own.

"Yes?" he asked innocently enough, looking down at her with a demonic gleam in his eye. "What is it Pan-Pan?"

Grinding her teeth at the nickname, she forced herself to remain calm.

"We have a lot of work to do. I hope to actually sleep tonight. I want to be home by dinnertime. If we have to stay after hours, I swear to Dende, that I will kill you. So. I suggest you get off of me so that we can get to work," she growled, teeth clenched.

He grinned and sat back on her legs, dropping out of the air and letting her up.

"Jeez, Panno. What's gotten into you today? You're no fun-I just wanted to play!"

Her eyes grew wide and she launched herself at him, tackling him and pounding the stuffing out of him.

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A/N: Oooooooooo, kinky. Wonder where this leads to?

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