Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, you've all heard it before. I don't and never
will own DBZ. (That's a scary thought!!)
Thankfully, she didn't do anything of the kind. She just exclaimed, "You never told me you could read! Of course you can't, you're mute. Can you write as well? Do you have a name." On and on she rattled, but then she sat down and asked me very slowly to spell my name out from the words on the paper. I did as she asked, because if I didn't, she might tell Vegeta. Carefully I found large letters spelling out P-A-N.
"You're name is Pan? That's your name? This is so cool." She was like a young teenager who could talk a mile a minute. I could just make out what she was saying, and she thought it was great that I had a name, and that she'd mention it to Vegeta. As soon as she said that, I jumped up and ran out of the room. I knew that if I told her anything else, it would all go to Vegeta and that he'd sooner or later find out I wasn't a mute.
I ran down the hallways, searching for a way out, somewhere, where I could at least go outside, get a breath of fresh air. I'd been cooped up for over a month now, and I didn't want to go to my room, it was too easy for Bulma to find me and ask what was wrong.
The thing was, Bulma had followed me. After I didn't slow down when she had called my name; she started yelling Vegeta's name at the top of her lungs, which is EXTREMELY loud. I ignored her as best I could, until I almost slammed into a glass door. Just outside the door was a small deck, delicately carved with vines and flowers growing all around it. I slipped out the door after I had blasted the lock. At this point, Bulma, even more paranoid of me escaping, called Vegeta even more frantically. I had no clue how big this place was, but it must have been huge, because Vegeta wasn't answering.
Outside it was cool, and a small breeze played across my face, creating a shower of flower petals from above. I just stood there, mesmerized, gently touching a flower here, or a blossom there. Then I found what I was looking for. Pott and Mom's favorite flower. I leaned over and plucked one tentatively from the vine, and sat on the railing, staring at the palm of my hand. It was a starliss, the color of the moon, with just a splash of gold in the center. The way I believe a real star would look like, if we were to see one up close. I gazed up at the stars, and for the first time here, felt I wasn't entirely alone. Mom and Dad were up there somewhere, watching over me, making sure I made it through here, to meet up with Pott, to bide my time until I could somehow safely escape.
I heard the latch turn on the glass door and waited tensely for the rain of blows that would be coming for trying to escape. But they never came. Instead, Bulma walked quietly over to the railing and gazed up at the stars as well.
"They are beautiful tonight aren't they?" She talked in a slower, calmer voice than usual. It was forced though, as if it wasn't used to talking in such a manner.
We stood there for the longest time, gazing out into the heavens. It was only until she spoke again, that I was jolted out of the semi-trance that the night had brought upon me.
"You love night don't you? I personally love the day, but the night has something calming, reassuring. Do you like being outside?" Again in the slow, forced voice she used when she wanted me to answer her questions. I nodded vigorously to show my approval. I wish I could spend my whole life outside and I nearly did, until I was brought here.
"Well, if you don't tell Vegeta. what am I saying of course you can't tell him! If you want, I could escort you outside for a small amount of time every night, as long as you promise NEVER to even THINK of running away. Even if you tried, Vegeta could be here in a matter of moments and run you down."
She rambled on and on how I couldn't do this or that, and she repeated over and over that if I tried anything, I would get the worst beating of a life from Vegeta. I was sure that my first experiences fighting against him, would be like having a picnic compared to the punishment I'd get for trying to escape. I nodded a couple of times in the miniscule intervals she took to breathe in-between paragraphs. I would give anything to be out in the fresh air again.
Finally, after she had talked her head off, and finally convinced herself I could be trusted, she led me back to my room. She proceeded to tell me that I wasn't allowed an inch outside without her consent, and that if I did, she'd make sure I'd never see the light of day again. So I learned, Vegeta wasn't the only one capable of creating threats.
Thankfully, she didn't do anything of the kind. She just exclaimed, "You never told me you could read! Of course you can't, you're mute. Can you write as well? Do you have a name." On and on she rattled, but then she sat down and asked me very slowly to spell my name out from the words on the paper. I did as she asked, because if I didn't, she might tell Vegeta. Carefully I found large letters spelling out P-A-N.
"You're name is Pan? That's your name? This is so cool." She was like a young teenager who could talk a mile a minute. I could just make out what she was saying, and she thought it was great that I had a name, and that she'd mention it to Vegeta. As soon as she said that, I jumped up and ran out of the room. I knew that if I told her anything else, it would all go to Vegeta and that he'd sooner or later find out I wasn't a mute.
I ran down the hallways, searching for a way out, somewhere, where I could at least go outside, get a breath of fresh air. I'd been cooped up for over a month now, and I didn't want to go to my room, it was too easy for Bulma to find me and ask what was wrong.
The thing was, Bulma had followed me. After I didn't slow down when she had called my name; she started yelling Vegeta's name at the top of her lungs, which is EXTREMELY loud. I ignored her as best I could, until I almost slammed into a glass door. Just outside the door was a small deck, delicately carved with vines and flowers growing all around it. I slipped out the door after I had blasted the lock. At this point, Bulma, even more paranoid of me escaping, called Vegeta even more frantically. I had no clue how big this place was, but it must have been huge, because Vegeta wasn't answering.
Outside it was cool, and a small breeze played across my face, creating a shower of flower petals from above. I just stood there, mesmerized, gently touching a flower here, or a blossom there. Then I found what I was looking for. Pott and Mom's favorite flower. I leaned over and plucked one tentatively from the vine, and sat on the railing, staring at the palm of my hand. It was a starliss, the color of the moon, with just a splash of gold in the center. The way I believe a real star would look like, if we were to see one up close. I gazed up at the stars, and for the first time here, felt I wasn't entirely alone. Mom and Dad were up there somewhere, watching over me, making sure I made it through here, to meet up with Pott, to bide my time until I could somehow safely escape.
I heard the latch turn on the glass door and waited tensely for the rain of blows that would be coming for trying to escape. But they never came. Instead, Bulma walked quietly over to the railing and gazed up at the stars as well.
"They are beautiful tonight aren't they?" She talked in a slower, calmer voice than usual. It was forced though, as if it wasn't used to talking in such a manner.
We stood there for the longest time, gazing out into the heavens. It was only until she spoke again, that I was jolted out of the semi-trance that the night had brought upon me.
"You love night don't you? I personally love the day, but the night has something calming, reassuring. Do you like being outside?" Again in the slow, forced voice she used when she wanted me to answer her questions. I nodded vigorously to show my approval. I wish I could spend my whole life outside and I nearly did, until I was brought here.
"Well, if you don't tell Vegeta. what am I saying of course you can't tell him! If you want, I could escort you outside for a small amount of time every night, as long as you promise NEVER to even THINK of running away. Even if you tried, Vegeta could be here in a matter of moments and run you down."
She rambled on and on how I couldn't do this or that, and she repeated over and over that if I tried anything, I would get the worst beating of a life from Vegeta. I was sure that my first experiences fighting against him, would be like having a picnic compared to the punishment I'd get for trying to escape. I nodded a couple of times in the miniscule intervals she took to breathe in-between paragraphs. I would give anything to be out in the fresh air again.
Finally, after she had talked her head off, and finally convinced herself I could be trusted, she led me back to my room. She proceeded to tell me that I wasn't allowed an inch outside without her consent, and that if I did, she'd make sure I'd never see the light of day again. So I learned, Vegeta wasn't the only one capable of creating threats.