Early morning-

( & = Thinking)

It was still dark and raining as Pan started getting ready. She was already wearing a white shirt with a few rips and holes in it and a pair of black pants that were way to tight. She has had both for so long that she has grown out of them. But she couldn't afford anything else. So each year Marron would hem them a little to try to make them fit better.

I need to start getting more sleep Pan thought as she started putting on her sayain armor. If I keep having stupid dreams I'm never going to get any sleep. She looked down at the still sleeping Marron. And I still can't believe I hit Marron. I am such a lame friend. It is not her fault I'm being weak and dreaming about nonsense. What's wrong with me?

Pan finally got the armor on. I have to admit; those bastards sure know how to make good armor. Even though I had to steal this from a stupid Saiyan kid in training, this armor seems to fit my body perfectly. It only shows my bellybutton. Pan looks down. Wish I could say the same for my pants.

She brushed her hair with Marron's brush and put an orange headband on.

I can't believe this thing used to be my old orange bandana.

Pan went over to her sword that was lying on the ground. She grabbed one of her sharpening stones and polishing cloth and put her boots on. She grabbed her gloves and strapped them on her side to put them on later. Then she started heading to the door.

When she left the room, she started going up the stairs and into a hallway.

Man this place is falling apart. We are going to have to find a new place to live soon.

After walking half way down the hallway, Pan reached a part where there was a hole in the ceiling that went outside. She jumped up and through the hole. Now she was on the roof. She sat and put all of her things down. It was still raining.

For some reason, the rain and coldness always makes me feel calmer. Maybe because it feels the same way I do. Always so cold and sad.

She picked up the sharpening stone and lifted it into the air. Once it was wet, Pan started sharpening her sword.

The Saiyans will die for everything they have done.

Pan looked at the city before her. She still couldn't believe it.

I remember when the city used to be full with humans. Now look at it. It is almost empty. Except for a few street rats (I love Aladdin) like myself and slaves, the streets practically have no humans.

Pan put her stone down and started polishing it. Soon it was done. Pan touched the blade as gentle as she could. Her thumb slit open and blood started to trickle down her hand. In a couple seconds though, It was healed.

Why does it always heal so damn fast? Sure it isn't a bad thing but Marron never heals as fast as I do. Why me? Pan began to wonder. Yeah? Marron and I have always done everything together. We have been best friends for life so why are there some things that I am better then her at. Like when we were learning how to control our ki power. I always was better at it. And I have always been a little bit stronger and faster then Marron. Even though we train together why am I always a little bit ahead? The only thing Marron can top me at is beauty.

Pan pushes the thought away and starts putting her gloves on. She stands up and looks at the huge castle that was being built. Tons of slaves were working on it even at this time of day.

That rumor I heard the other day, is it true? I wonder… Could the king of assholes and his stupid family really be coming? If it is true then Marron and I have to round up the guys and start planning.

Pan grabbed her sword and strapped it to her back. She started walking to the hole that was in the roof. Before she jumped back down, she took one more look at the dark sky.

Goodbye lonely sky, lonely rain.

She jumped down into the building. When she got down, she noticed something sticking out of her armor.

Pan grabbed the chain that was tucked under the armor and pulled it out. She looked at her necklace. It was the same necklace from ten-years ago that Goten made her.

"Goten…Mom…Dad…" Pan whispered.

"Damn," Pan yelled as she grabbed her stomach in pain. "Uhhhh, Fuck it hurts."

Pan fell to her knees and then on to the ground, where she past out. And the rain that she loved, continued to pour down on her.

Later

Uhhh…I have a terrible headache. Pan woke up and looked around her surroundings.

She was back in her and Marron's room.

What happened? I don't remember anything. She slowly started to stand up when someone walked through the door.

"Oh, your awake," Marron said.

Marron was wearing her usual outfit. It was the same kind of armor that Pan had except it was a bit longer and didn't show her stomach at all. She then wore a long brown plaid skirt that was just below her knee. She also had brown boots and a pair of black gloves on. Her not so golden hair was put up into a high ponytail. And long chipchopy bangs framed her face. That was one thing Marron always hated. Her hair. It used to be a beautiful blond color. Now…well…now it was a mixture of blond, light brown, and even some orange. Pan personally liked it. It was different, unique, but in a good way.

Pan thought it was because it was always so dark. And that the sun couldn't naturally bleach it. Marron still thinks it because her hair is "to dirty." Oh well.

Marron started to speak.

"I was just coming to check on you. I found you near the hole that is in the roof. You were completely wet. I was worried… you were really pale and-

"I'm fine," Pan said quickly. "I know I have just been acting really weird lately. Everything that has been going on. Just please give me some time. I'm sorry Marron.

Well anyway, what are we going to do about the Royals coming? " Pan said trying to change the subject.

"I don't know. Um…what do you think we should do?" There was an awkward silence that followed. Pan sat back down bringing her knees to her chest.

"I was thinking that maybe we should round up the guys. Make a plan or something. I mean…come on. We have been training for ten years to get revenge for everything they have done. Now is our chance to make them pay. Make them suffer like we have." Pan said quietly.

"Yeah…your right…I." Marron couldn't continue. She started biting on her lip and fidgeting a bit trying to find the right words.

Lets go. Pan stood up and grabbed her sword. She strapped it to her back, and started to walk out the door and into the hallway. She walked down the stairs, Marron closely behind her. They came to another door and Pan punched in a few numbers on the side. The door slowly slid open. They were not surprised to see that it was cloudy and still raining. They stepped outside and soon the door slid shut.

They continued to walk through the dark alleys, taking a couple twists and turns here and there. As they walked, they past many different people. Beggars, homeless children, and slaves doing their morning jobs. Luckily, they didn't bump into Saiyan guards. They never were on the top of their good people list. Oh well, it can't be helped.

They finally got to their destination. It was a big crumbly building. And even older then Pan and Marron's place, though most of the city was. The battle with the Saiyans ten years ago left most of the city in ruin. Well…most of the world.

Half of the roof was sinking in and another portion was not even there. Like Pan and Marron's apartment, all the windows were broken. It used to be a dark red color…well…that is what everyone assumes. Now it doesn't even have a color except for a few blotches here and there. Most of the wood that could barley hold it up was rotten. But still, people would die to have a place like this.

Pan was about to knock on the door when Marron stopped her. "Pan, remember what happen last time you knocked on the door?"

"Oh…yeah. Last time I knocked, the door feel over," Pan said. "Well, guess we should just walk in."

Pan slowly started to push the door open, not wanting to damage it again, and stepped inside.

The place was mostly dark. It was a big room with stairs. The walls had some holes and the window was broken. It looked really old but not has bad as it does on the outside. There was a small light bulb with a string in the middle of the ceiling that gave off the only light. A couch in the corner and a couple of chairs scattered a crossed the room. And a bunch of wires were leading up the stairs.

"Hmm? I wonder where are welcome committee is," Marron said sarcastically.

"Right here."

A figure of a man was barely seen as he started walking down the stairs. He was a big man. About 6ft 2in. He looked about fifty. He had dark skin that was very uncommon around this area. His head was shaved which made his looks more threatening. But his eyes…his eyes showed nothing but kindness.

Ahh! My two favorite ladies. What can I do for you today?

"Hey Joe," Pan started talking. "Where are the others?"

"They are still upstairs. Go take a seat and I will get everyone." Joe said.

"Sure, we'll wait," Pan said flipping a chair around and sat down, her legs hanging off the edges.