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A/N: O.O 3 chapters! Quick, someone slap me, I think I need to have my head examined.

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Petrified Tears
chapter 59



Pan set her jaw as she moved down the hall, daring the other girls in the building with her eyes, challenging them as she made her way past. Many scuttled off in fear, several making terrible, sprinted dashes for the nearest exit. Pan smirked as they fled, some small part of her wishing they wouldn't, but some small part of her also feeding off of their fear.

Back straight and arms taut with rigidity she stormed towards the break room, hugging her files to her chest.

I don't like coming off as a bitch…but I've cried way too much in the last week.

Slipping into the break room, she quickly and quietly shut the door behind her, and glanced around to see if anyone was in the room; the room was deserted.

The break room was small and modest, housing a refrigerator, a vending machine, a payphone, and a couch. A rectangular table, large enough to seat 12 people comfortably around it, along with numerous chairs, dominated the center of the room. Pan knew that Capsule Corp housed about 100 break rooms, 2 rooms or more to a floor; she also knew that because of the mass numbers of rooms for workers, Trunks or Bulma would take over one room, closing the door and marking it off limits to all Capsule Corps employees.

Pan moved swiftly across the room, setting the files on the table, letting her cold demeanor melt away.

My Dende, I'm turning into Vegeta, of all people!

She laughed at the thought, her eyes lifting from the depression of betraying her father. She didn't know why she was so affected by having turned her father down, but all the same, she felt terrible. There had been something in his voice that had disturbed her, but she had been too preoccupied to press him about it.

Now though, she had more pressing matters to attend to.

She spread the files out in a fluid motion, the document names staring up at her in red from their folders. From her back pocket, she withdrew a page with names written across it, and leaning forward on the table, chose the files that corresponded with the names on the paper. She dropped them into a stack on the end of the table, putting them into the order she needed them, then spread them back across the table; they took up all 12 feet of it. She then scanned her eyes down the second column of the page, a list of papers to be pulled from each file.

Starting with the bottom-most file, she pulled the necessary paperwork, flipping through the contents of each manila folder until she had found what she wanted, and had assembled the papers according to the order on her page.

A few moments later, she stepped back, surveying her work; the folders were still neat and tidy, and her stack of papers was complete.

Pan yawned, running a hand back through her still-damp black hair. Trunks had given her 2 hours to complete the task of pulling the files, only because he thought it'd take her longer to find a place with a big enough table to complete the task. It had only taken her an hour total, her imitation of Vegeta when he's pissed having made it very easy to find a room.

She had an hour left, and nothing to do since Trunks was busy holding a conference with a potential client in his office, and she wasn't in the mood to sit idly at Ms. Haruna's—her—desk, in clear view of all office employees, for over an hour.

Her eyes scanned the room for something which might prove entertaining, her eyes landing decisively on the couch behind her. Nap! her body screamed, and the thought sent a ripple of pleasure through her. But as she moved towards the inviting plush and leather specter before her, she shook off the idea and stepped involuntarily backwards.

Sleep would be bad, anybody in the office could bust in and disturb her, even shanghais the paper work.

Shoulders slumping, she glanced dejectedly around the room, feeling boredom come upon her. The refrigerator was off-limits; it was for employee lunches, and she didn't have any of her own food stashed in it. She didn't have any money, so that left any entertainment to have been derived by the vending machine as impossible. The only other thing in the room was the employee payphone.

For a moment, she toyed with the idea of calling Bra, but if Bulma realized she was using the phone during work hours, it'd be her hide. Her uncle was at work, and calling Marron was out of the question (Krillin would just hang up on her again). She considered calling her parents, but she didn't have the courage to speak to her father. That left no one.

Her eyes strayed to her watch, and she dove for the phone, yanking her wallet out of her back pocket and pulling out a phone card.

"He'd be home by now," she murmured, stuffing the phone between an ear and a shoulder, holding the card and beginning to dial the insane amounts of numbers. "He's got to be home…if he's not home by now…"

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A/N: That's it for now, surprisingly. The next few chapters shouldn't take nearly as long as these did, I promise.

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-Panabelle ;P
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