Lucky Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! And as always ~…~ means some ones thoughts. So on with the fic!
Care to Spar?
As they walked down the cool, sterile hallway, their footsteps resounded off of the ashen walls. Trunks was amazed at the gull of this girl, no one (besides his mother and father of course) had ever had the courage to say anything to him with such nerve, yet this girl disregarded his high rank and was not balked by his intimidating appearance. At first this had taken him as a shock, but now he was coming to appreciate this attitude, which was so different from all others. ~She must really have on hell of a lot of confidence.~ She had such audacity as to baffle one's mind. Who would dare confront the ouji-sama of Vegeta-sei in such a manner? He had half the mind to kill her the very instant she opened her impudent mouth, yet he didn't, although he could have, with all authority dispose of her as he wished. ~She seems far too interesting to kill, this will be an entertaining encounter.~
That tail… What of that curious tail? He could not think what to make of it. She could be a hybrid, but for a saiyan to cavort with a human is an up most disgrace ~only the king himself would be an exception~ He was startled by that tail, what to make of it?
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Dun…dun…dun
The sound of their footsteps, gently padding on the on the pale tile quickly became monotonous, the constant beating was wearing on Pan's short nerves. She was irritated with the silence, with this snotty brat of a boy. When she could not suppress herself, she finally crippled the silence "Where exactly, are you taking me?"
"I am taking you up on your offer, what else wench?"
She sneered at his remark, "Well princey when the hell do you think we'll be arriving at your gravity room, or whatever you call them up here?"
He raised his eyebrows "Why do your feet hurt?" He feigned innocence.
"Oh please! I am walking down a long hall with a conceited fool, who cares nothing more than to prove his significance by trying to intimidate me. Why else? I would simply like to wipe the floor with your royal head and go on home."
"You make it sound easy, and believe me it will be quite a feat to 'wipe the floor with my royal head'. Hell, you won't even have a chance."
"Are you really that overconfident? I figured that even an egotistical snob such as yourself would recognize a decent battle when presented to it. But you really are so stuck up and pig headed that you think you already outclass any one and everyone."
"Well you sure have me figured out. However, it's not really called arrogance when it's true, is it?"
"Whatever princey…"
They rounded a corner and Trunks opened up a large door in the wall. Pan walked in and began stretching. "How do you even know this is where we'll be fighting?"
"This IS your gravity room isn't it?"
"Well, yes. "
"Well then." She laughed at his tone while she grabbed her right foot as she kicked her highest and pulled it above her head. Trunks watched her from his own corner.
Trunks was inspecting her technique from the corner of his eye. His gaze did not leave her slender figure as it bended backwards into a bridge.
"What are you looking at?" She inquired.
"You, obviously." He answered as she moved her feet until she was doing a perfectly straight handstand.
"Whatever, let's begin this will we?" She simultaneously completed her sentence as she let one foot touch the floor, and then the other, finally landing on her feet.
"As you wish," he said with a sweeping bow.
Pan quickly dropped into fighting position. Trunks only cocked his eye at her. "Well?"
~That stance…it seems familiar. But I'm sure I haven't seen it anywhere~ "Nothing." He too crouched into his own style. No sooner did he drop into stance than she kicked to the side of his head. Just barely saving himself from a blow to the head, Trunks dropped down lower, to avoid her movement.
Missing her target had nearly knocked Pan off balance, but she quickly reoriented herself just in time to dodge a laughing Trunks, punch. He was now very close to her, taking the opportunity she spotted an opening in his defense, here she punched.
Trunks had the wind knocked out of him with the powerful punch she had just dealt him. His body flew to the cold gravity room's wall. Pulling himself out of the now dented metal, Trunks sprung off of the wall, a well aimed side kick planting itself into Pan's well defined midsection.
Pan's head ached from hitting the side of the wall, but she never the less stood and waited for a cocky Trunks to come over to her. Her walked over to her slowly, keeping his defense up. When he came close enough he aimed a punch to his opponents face. Sensing this movement before it was made, Pan's hand sprung up from her side to meet his own. Grabbing his hand in hers she twisted it in her grasp. With the flick of the wrist, Pan sent her rival flying once again toward the wall.
Trunks barely found the power to stop his path into the wall. He pulled out of it forcefully and quickly met Pan halfway in the near middle of the gravity chamber. They met each other punch-to-punch, kick-to-kick. Neither seemed to find the ability to penetrate the other's defenses.
Trunks attempted a round house to her hip but his effort only resulted in his hitting the floor with a painful crack. Jumping up he went into flight, flying above Pan, circling her silent figure.
"You at as if you're the only one who can fly!" There silence no longer as the air was filled with Pan's laughter as she rose into the air.
Trunks could not help but be amazed at this. He stood motionless in the air, jaw agape, hovering in place. She took the opportunity to punch him square in the face. When this only forced him back, she flew higher above him and kicked him to the floor.
Trunks finally realized her actions when he felt his head throbbing and noticed his cloudy vision. His abdomen ached. He looked down at himself, but the only thing visible was the black material of Pan's spandex suit. He looked up only to see the triumphant smile on Pan's gentle features.
He tried to move, to push her off, but turned up unsuccessful. She had his arms at his sides, as she straddled his stomach. "I thought you said I didn't have a chance princey. What happened to that? Well?" she said looking down at his cracked armor.
"You got lucky you little…"
"Don't say anything I can make you regret." She hissed, cutting off his sentence, "Cuz believe me, I can and WILL make you regret it, I will take my fist and shove it so far up your @$$…"
"Fine, I admit it, you won. What was it again? Pam?"
"It's Pan," she corrected through gritted teeth.
"Ok Anne" he answered laughingly.
"PAN! P-A-N!"
"Okay, okay, I get it. But could you get of me Pan, I already have a few cracked ribs, having you on my stomach doesn't help the matter." He was surprised with how casual this conversation was, he rarely talked with anyone like this.
"I will only get off you, if you absolutely, promise that you won't attack me."
"Very well."
She stood up above him, and didn't notice as he pulled her feet out from under her. She fell on top of a laughing Trunks and landed in a rather uncomfortable position. His laughter was silenced when he took note of the uncomfortable position they were in. All that remained of his laughter was an unenthusiastic, forced chuckle. "This is an awkward position, ne?"
Pan scrambled off of him, blushing furiously. "So, uh, where can I go for a shower?"
"There's a bathroom two doors down. You really ought to take a bath, you smell filthy," all he got was a playful slap on the head. She turned on her heel and began toward the door. "And by the way," he called "You are officially my new sparing partner."
"So, I get to beat you up a lot more often?"
"You could say that."
She left with a smile on her face, exiting the room with a swish of her ebony locks.
~This proves to be interesting~ Trunks thought
~Maybe life here won't be so bad after all~ Pan couldn't help but wonder
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A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the wait for another chapter! I'm terrible at updating, and again, another short chappie.
I owe an eternal thanks to all my readers; Anime Ambreen, chi-chi, Faith, Madame Blueberry, jade, cat, DR. SQUEE, Bunny, christabeleve and Miss Myrhe. I owe you guys so much. ( I'm gonna cry! Hehe, just kidding.
Goten: Hehe, you are such an emotional wreck! HAHA!
Desiree: 10…9…8
Goten: Awwwwwwwww!!!!!! Runs a million miles away.
Desiree: That is so much easier than chasing him, down, I'll get him later. Well, whatever, see ya people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! And as always ~…~ means some ones thoughts. So on with the fic!
Care to Spar?
As they walked down the cool, sterile hallway, their footsteps resounded off of the ashen walls. Trunks was amazed at the gull of this girl, no one (besides his mother and father of course) had ever had the courage to say anything to him with such nerve, yet this girl disregarded his high rank and was not balked by his intimidating appearance. At first this had taken him as a shock, but now he was coming to appreciate this attitude, which was so different from all others. ~She must really have on hell of a lot of confidence.~ She had such audacity as to baffle one's mind. Who would dare confront the ouji-sama of Vegeta-sei in such a manner? He had half the mind to kill her the very instant she opened her impudent mouth, yet he didn't, although he could have, with all authority dispose of her as he wished. ~She seems far too interesting to kill, this will be an entertaining encounter.~
That tail… What of that curious tail? He could not think what to make of it. She could be a hybrid, but for a saiyan to cavort with a human is an up most disgrace ~only the king himself would be an exception~ He was startled by that tail, what to make of it?
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Dun…dun…dun
The sound of their footsteps, gently padding on the on the pale tile quickly became monotonous, the constant beating was wearing on Pan's short nerves. She was irritated with the silence, with this snotty brat of a boy. When she could not suppress herself, she finally crippled the silence "Where exactly, are you taking me?"
"I am taking you up on your offer, what else wench?"
She sneered at his remark, "Well princey when the hell do you think we'll be arriving at your gravity room, or whatever you call them up here?"
He raised his eyebrows "Why do your feet hurt?" He feigned innocence.
"Oh please! I am walking down a long hall with a conceited fool, who cares nothing more than to prove his significance by trying to intimidate me. Why else? I would simply like to wipe the floor with your royal head and go on home."
"You make it sound easy, and believe me it will be quite a feat to 'wipe the floor with my royal head'. Hell, you won't even have a chance."
"Are you really that overconfident? I figured that even an egotistical snob such as yourself would recognize a decent battle when presented to it. But you really are so stuck up and pig headed that you think you already outclass any one and everyone."
"Well you sure have me figured out. However, it's not really called arrogance when it's true, is it?"
"Whatever princey…"
They rounded a corner and Trunks opened up a large door in the wall. Pan walked in and began stretching. "How do you even know this is where we'll be fighting?"
"This IS your gravity room isn't it?"
"Well, yes. "
"Well then." She laughed at his tone while she grabbed her right foot as she kicked her highest and pulled it above her head. Trunks watched her from his own corner.
Trunks was inspecting her technique from the corner of his eye. His gaze did not leave her slender figure as it bended backwards into a bridge.
"What are you looking at?" She inquired.
"You, obviously." He answered as she moved her feet until she was doing a perfectly straight handstand.
"Whatever, let's begin this will we?" She simultaneously completed her sentence as she let one foot touch the floor, and then the other, finally landing on her feet.
"As you wish," he said with a sweeping bow.
Pan quickly dropped into fighting position. Trunks only cocked his eye at her. "Well?"
~That stance…it seems familiar. But I'm sure I haven't seen it anywhere~ "Nothing." He too crouched into his own style. No sooner did he drop into stance than she kicked to the side of his head. Just barely saving himself from a blow to the head, Trunks dropped down lower, to avoid her movement.
Missing her target had nearly knocked Pan off balance, but she quickly reoriented herself just in time to dodge a laughing Trunks, punch. He was now very close to her, taking the opportunity she spotted an opening in his defense, here she punched.
Trunks had the wind knocked out of him with the powerful punch she had just dealt him. His body flew to the cold gravity room's wall. Pulling himself out of the now dented metal, Trunks sprung off of the wall, a well aimed side kick planting itself into Pan's well defined midsection.
Pan's head ached from hitting the side of the wall, but she never the less stood and waited for a cocky Trunks to come over to her. Her walked over to her slowly, keeping his defense up. When he came close enough he aimed a punch to his opponents face. Sensing this movement before it was made, Pan's hand sprung up from her side to meet his own. Grabbing his hand in hers she twisted it in her grasp. With the flick of the wrist, Pan sent her rival flying once again toward the wall.
Trunks barely found the power to stop his path into the wall. He pulled out of it forcefully and quickly met Pan halfway in the near middle of the gravity chamber. They met each other punch-to-punch, kick-to-kick. Neither seemed to find the ability to penetrate the other's defenses.
Trunks attempted a round house to her hip but his effort only resulted in his hitting the floor with a painful crack. Jumping up he went into flight, flying above Pan, circling her silent figure.
"You at as if you're the only one who can fly!" There silence no longer as the air was filled with Pan's laughter as she rose into the air.
Trunks could not help but be amazed at this. He stood motionless in the air, jaw agape, hovering in place. She took the opportunity to punch him square in the face. When this only forced him back, she flew higher above him and kicked him to the floor.
Trunks finally realized her actions when he felt his head throbbing and noticed his cloudy vision. His abdomen ached. He looked down at himself, but the only thing visible was the black material of Pan's spandex suit. He looked up only to see the triumphant smile on Pan's gentle features.
He tried to move, to push her off, but turned up unsuccessful. She had his arms at his sides, as she straddled his stomach. "I thought you said I didn't have a chance princey. What happened to that? Well?" she said looking down at his cracked armor.
"You got lucky you little…"
"Don't say anything I can make you regret." She hissed, cutting off his sentence, "Cuz believe me, I can and WILL make you regret it, I will take my fist and shove it so far up your @$$…"
"Fine, I admit it, you won. What was it again? Pam?"
"It's Pan," she corrected through gritted teeth.
"Ok Anne" he answered laughingly.
"PAN! P-A-N!"
"Okay, okay, I get it. But could you get of me Pan, I already have a few cracked ribs, having you on my stomach doesn't help the matter." He was surprised with how casual this conversation was, he rarely talked with anyone like this.
"I will only get off you, if you absolutely, promise that you won't attack me."
"Very well."
She stood up above him, and didn't notice as he pulled her feet out from under her. She fell on top of a laughing Trunks and landed in a rather uncomfortable position. His laughter was silenced when he took note of the uncomfortable position they were in. All that remained of his laughter was an unenthusiastic, forced chuckle. "This is an awkward position, ne?"
Pan scrambled off of him, blushing furiously. "So, uh, where can I go for a shower?"
"There's a bathroom two doors down. You really ought to take a bath, you smell filthy," all he got was a playful slap on the head. She turned on her heel and began toward the door. "And by the way," he called "You are officially my new sparing partner."
"So, I get to beat you up a lot more often?"
"You could say that."
She left with a smile on her face, exiting the room with a swish of her ebony locks.
~This proves to be interesting~ Trunks thought
~Maybe life here won't be so bad after all~ Pan couldn't help but wonder
!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!
A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the wait for another chapter! I'm terrible at updating, and again, another short chappie.
I owe an eternal thanks to all my readers; Anime Ambreen, chi-chi, Faith, Madame Blueberry, jade, cat, DR. SQUEE, Bunny, christabeleve and Miss Myrhe. I owe you guys so much. ( I'm gonna cry! Hehe, just kidding.
Goten: Hehe, you are such an emotional wreck! HAHA!
Desiree: 10…9…8
Goten: Awwwwwwwww!!!!!! Runs a million miles away.
Desiree: That is so much easier than chasing him, down, I'll get him later. Well, whatever, see ya people.