Confessions of a Heartbreaker

             

             Well … heh … chapter 2 already … -^^- Isn't that nice?

             Ugh … I knew that I forgot something in the first chapter … yes, I have read Heartbreaker by Mistress BlackOpal, and this most certainly isn't a rip-off, it's more of a companion to the popular book - True Confessions of a Heartless Girl

              And yes, I am pissed that someone could think, that I, of all people, would copy someone else's idea, luckily, not many people *glares* think that I'm a rip-off writer. And I also find it quite shallow to determine that this is a copy after only one chapter. If anyone knows me, it's that I like to have variety in my stories, whether is Gh/Vd (2 in progress) V/B (1 in progress) T/P (about a half million in progress) T/G (4 in progress) Mirai Trunks/Mirai Gohan (3 in progress) Trunks/Goten/Pan *laughs* (1 in progress) or something else equally strange.

              One more thing, like I said, this story is a revised version of Round & Round, which is the most original story that I've got, so I hardly think that this story is a rip-off of 'Heartbreaker'

             Note, I would've called this story Heartbreaker if not for my utter respect to the goddess author (Mistress BlackOpal) who wrote Downfall, one of the greatest T/P angst fics ever to be created. And saying no offense doesn't make up for the fact that I am most definitely offended. I personally don't care if you say that this story sucks, is a worthless piece of crap, or some kind of flame like the sort, but to say that I 'ripped' it off of someone is very crude and incoherent, especially coming from someone who bluntly says in their profile that they don't like DBZ anymore and has no more interest for it, why would you read this then, huh? ^^

              Anyways, I'm sorry to have said purple in this chappie, but it had to be done … *sniffles*

           

                                                                          Chapter 2: Arriving

 

            The plane rose and dipped within the clouds as Pan stared silently out of the window, she felt a little sad to leave her house, but she didn't really care about changing schools, she had no friends there. Sure, she may be the most popular girl in school, but that was only because the other girls who hung out with her thought so also. He mother, who was sitting beside her in first class, squeezed her hand, "You alright, Pan?"

            "Sure … I'm fine." Pan didn't turn around to look at her mother, she didn't like planes very much, since they always brought memories of him.

            "We'll be landing pretty soon, look! There's West City!" Her mother pointed excitedly at a small patch of land.

            "That's it? How can you tell? It's so small!" Pan complained, the old city that she had lived in had been huge It had just about the population of Las Vegas.

            Videl smiled at her daughter, "It looks small up here, but it's huge down there, and I can tell, because I can see Capsule Corp from here, you see? It's that big dome like building."

            "Oh." Pan said simply, she knew that Capsule Corporation was the world's largest company, but she didn't know that their headquarters were in West City, frankly, she didn't really care either. "Did we get a house yet?"

            "No, not yet, I don't really want to rush in buying, we want the best house possible, you know." Videl stopped and added thoughtfully, "We're supposed to live at your Grandpa Hercule's house until we buy one of our own, but he's away right now, so your Grandma Chi-Chi volunteered for us to live in her house for a while."

            "I see … that's his mother, right?" Pan felt the plane lowering as they prepared to land, a little red button that read, 'seatbelts' over her head lit up.

            "Now, Pan, I want you to be nice." Her mother warned, "She and the rest of her family are very kind. You can be pretty harsh sometimes."

            "It came from his genes." Pan tightened her seat belt and rested her hands on her lap.

            Videl smiled weakly and tightened her seat belt as well as the plane began to descend upon West City. A city of dreams and new beginnings …

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            "Shouldn't we get our luggage first?" Pan asked as she smoothened her tight-fitting leather pants, and tossed her shiny black hair behind her back.

            "Hang on a second, Pan." Videl looked around the busy airport, "Your Grandma Chi-Chi had promised to meet us here."

            Pan crossed her arms impatiently and sighed, "Well, where is she?"

            "I don't know … she said that she would meet us here with Got-Oh, look! There she is!"  The raven-haired beauty pointed towards the north gate where a small group of people was standing. "Look! Pan! They all came!"

            Pan was about to ask who they all were, but her mother was already dashing over towards the group, most likely to be all his relatives and friends, the girl shook her head, she didn't understand how her mother could forgive so easily, but that was because her mother was kind-hearted and gentle, something that she was not, and something that she could never be, which was also the reason why she could never forgive him … so it was apparently her duty to make all his family and friends' lives a living hell, which just so happened to be something that she was good at. A smirk appeared on the teen's face as she walked calmly to meet all her so-called relatives.

            Videl was busy talking with a lady with her hair in a tight bun, and Pan caught on to part of the conversation.

            "Oooo … wait until I get my hands on him …"

            "Really, Chi-Chi, it's alright, what's over is over, there's no point in talking about it anymore, by the way, it's really great that everyone came, it feels just like the old times."

            "Well … everyone but Bulma's family, she's busy working on some new invention of hers, but she said that she's making it up by throwing a party in your honor tonight at Capsule Corp."

            "Sounds like Bulma, all right, always busy throwing parties for everyone."

            "That's for sure." The lady caught a glimpse of Pan and smiled, "Why, is that little Panny?"

            A smile appeared on Videl's face as she called her to her daughter, "Pan, introduce yourself to everyone."

            The teen didn't smile, instead, she said coldly, "Hi, I'm Pan, seventeen years of age, currently in grade twelve. I've had 287 boyfriends this year, all of them whom I have dumped within a week. Some less than half an hour."

            The others stared at Pan with widened eyes and she added with a small smile, "I'm kidding, of course."

            Videl laughed weakly along with the others, "Pan has a most unusual sense of humour."

            "She certainly does, doesn't she?" Smiled the lady with the bun as she introduced everyone there to Pan, lastly, she added, "And I'm your grandma Chi-Chi."

            Pan simply nodded as she shook hands with everyone, some of the guys were really weird, like the extremely short one, and the tall green one. A blonde woman whom claims to be the old short guy's wife, when she doesn't look a day over eighteen? And her daughter looked older than her? These people are strange. She only stopped for a second when she shook hands with Goten, and a smile rose to her face, he was pretty cute, a goofy smile, a fairly decent hair cut, and nice clothes, too bad incest wasn't really her thing, since he was her uncle after all.

            "Well, Pan, do you remember any of these people?" Videl asked cheerfully, as if expecting Pan to remember something that took place 13 years ago.

            "I don't think so." Pan replied.

            Videl frowned, "Oh, sweetie, try to remember, you were really close to all of them when you were four."

            Pan sighed and tried to recall some of her childhood memories, the only people that she had a vague recollection of were a tall, bushy-haired man, a short, spiky-haired man, and strangely enough, a boy with purple hair. None of them were standing in front of her so she shook her head again, "No mom, I don't remember any of these people."

            Her mother shook her head in defeat and managed to smile weakly, "Well, that was a long time ago, so it's probably not a surprise that you can't remember. No matter, shall we retrieve our luggage now?"

            Pan shrugged, "I don't care."

            "Oh, Chi-Chi, by the way, when are we going to that party at Capsule Corp?" Videl asked.

            "Six thirty, it's almost five now, so that gives us an hour and a half."

            Videl sighed softly, "That's Bulma, known for squeezing everything in on a tight schedule. Some things never change."

            "That's for sure." Smiled the older woman.

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            "Mother!" Screeched the girl, "Mother! Where are you?"

            Bulma looked up from her computer, "Oh, hello, Bra, is there anything that I can help you with?"

            "I thought you said that people were coming over?" Asked the bluette.

            "They are, at six thirty, why?" Bulma asked her daughter.

            "Well … it's six twenty now, you know." Bra glanced at the clock.

            Bulma coughed and spun her computer chair around and gazed disapprovingly at the clock, "That can't be right, I just got on the computer."

            "Er … mom? You were on all afternoon …"

            "SHIT!!" The genious swore loudly and scrambled out of chair, only to meet head to head with her son who was busily munching on an apple.

            "What's the matter, mom?" Asked Trunks calmly as he took another bite of the shiny fruit.

            "There are people coming over … now! Go change and take a shower, Trunks, you smell horrible! And Bra,  you should change into something nicer, also." Bulma glanced at the clock once more and yelled, "Go! Go! Go!"

            Bra ignored her panicking mother and asked, "So who's coming over again?"

            "Everyone! Including Videl and her daughter, Pan!" Bulma whined, "I don't have supper ready, what am I going to do?"

            "Mom, you ordered a caterer, remember?" Trunks took another bite of the apple.

            "Oh, right … what are you dawdling around for? Go take a shower!" Yelled the older bluette.

            Again, Bra was unfazed by her mother's yelling, "Pan's my age, right? And she'll go to my school, right? Oh god, I hope she's not a total geek."

            Bulma spun around, "Geek? What's wrong with geeks? They are very smart, and sensible also."

            "Right, Bra, watch what you say about them, after all, our very own mother was one herself." Joked Trunks as he finished his apple and tossed it in the garbage can, "Oh yeah! Who's the man?! Two points!"

            "Shut up Trunks and go take a goddamn shower!"

            Trunks threw his hands up in the air and smiled, "Alright, I'm going, I'm going."

            Bulma walked into the kitchen, fumbling with the phone, Bra watched her mother curiously, "Are you sure Pan isn't a geek? She'll want to make friends with me, ya' know. And I don't hang out with geeks."

            When her mother didn't reply, Bra grabbed a carton of yogurt from the fridge. She dipped a spoon in it just as the doorbell rang, Bulma swore once again as she rushed to greet the guests all the meanwhile yelling at the top of her lungs, "Veggie! They're here! Get your ass out of the gravity room and come here! VEGETA!!"

            Bra sighed, "That's hardly the way to greet guests, mother."

            The door opened the whole horde of Z warriors came piling into the mansion, all shouting at the top of their lungs, "Hey, Bulma! What's cookin'?" And in the middle of the mob, was none other than Videl Satan, laughing and shouting like old times again, everyone seemed so happy, everyone seemed to be … so complete , well … everyone except for the last girl whom stepped through the door, boredom shone through her eyes as she glanced around the large European-style kitchen.

            Bra's eyes widened and she dropped her jaw, she was expecting a short, pudgy girl with long braids and glasses in geeky clothes, she didn't know where she conceived that idea from, but from the moment her mother mentioned Pan, that image has embedded within her mind. But the Pan in reality was anything but geeky, she was still pretty short, but was thin, had silky chest-length ebony hair, large onyx eyes, and was overall, a regular beauty queen. Of course, her clothes showed off her curvy figure as well, everything from the tight white blouse to the stretch army jeans … except they were tighter … much tighter.

            Bulma smiled and patted Bra on the back, "Well, Bra? Go introduce yourself, Bra."

            The teenage bluette must've been more surprised than she thought, for when her mother gently shoved her forward, she stumbled across the kitchen floor, losing her grip causing her to bash into the kitchen table, the yogurt in her hand went hurling towards the door, and the girl standing in front of it, causing the Peaches N' Cream yogurt to spill all over her blouse. All this happened in less than three seconds.

            For a minute, everyone shut up, Videl looked at her daughter nervously, like watching a volcano about to erupt, she half-expected Pan to lash out at Bra and scream her head off at her. But miraculously, Pan only asked quietly, "Where's the washroom?"

            Bra blinked a few times and muttered, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to – it was an accident, I-"

            "Where's the washroom?" Pan asked again, not really paying attention to the stuttering blue haired girl.

            "Down that hallway, second door to the left." Bulma geastured to the hallway.

            Pan merely nodded and slowly made her way out of the kitchen.

            Bra moaned and held her face in her hands, "Argh! Ruined my one chance to make friends! Too bad she wasn't a geek, it wouldn't have been as bad …"

            Bulma smiled supportively, but didn't it seem like that she was forgetting something?

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            Pan muttered low swears at the clumsy girl as she stepped in the washroom, examining her now-damaged blouse, she turned around and locked the door behind her, "What an idiot … how dare she? And this was one of my favourite blouses." She turned to the tap to wash the stain on her blouse when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Pan spun around, expecting to see that annoying girl again.

            Instead, she saw the most gorgeous man alive, naked, save for the towel wrapped around his muscular waist.

            "Hello, I'm Trunks Vegeta Briefs, who the hell are you?"

                                                                        End of Chapter 2

            Well … how was that cliffy? Honestly, I haven't done one for such a long time, I think I'm getting rusty at them. You just knew that that was going to happen, didn't you? Pan's first encounter with Bra = disaster, Pan's er … first recent encounter with Trunks = in the washroom … *sighs* Call me lame, but that seems somehow romantic … ^^ Wasn't that Bart Simpson style? I didn't realize until after I typed it, 'cause Bart says,

             Hi, I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you?

            *Snickers* Okay … well … please leave a little comment regarding your thoughts on this chappie …

             Well … look for an update in both Guiding Light and Silver Sea very soon! (Yes, due to endless threats and popular demand I have whipped up the next chappie of The Silver Sea) Toddles!

                                                                        -Juunanagou4ever