CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SPACE
One wish. Without obligations, without strings attached, just a single chance to make a wish for whatever the heart desired. How often have we all thought about that question; if we could have one wish, what would it be? Power, money, invincibility, without a second thought so many people would ask for these trivial things. Maybe some might ask for world peace, or to end for world hunger.
If they had a world, that is.
Pan sat gloomily in her little bedroom. Trunks and Goku had built it for her on the ship three years ago to give her privacy. Absently stroking a small bag made of a leathery material she gazed at the ceiling. They were on their way to Hakken like she had suggested. Both of the boys were almost excited about traveling to this advanced planet. The technology was superior on this large, impressive globe in the Centauri orbit. The food she knew, wasn't that bad either. 'But I have my own reasons.'
A couple of months ago Pan had stumbled across some ships data transcripts. It was mostly boring information, but she kept it to herself and didn't share it with Trunks or Goku. There was no use in getting them excited about possibly non-existing information about their enemy, Pan couldn't take their disappointment that always followed each lead. For some reason instead of trashing the transcripts she had kept them stored away. It had hit her three nights ago why they seemed so familiar. Breaking into Trunks computer later that same night she realized that the mailing code on the transcripts was the same as the ones from the crashed ship on Namek. The mailing code had been sent from Hakken. She didn't mean to trick the guys into going to Hakken, but she didn't want them to know about her discovery. 'Just gotta keep it to myself until the time is right.'
Her fingers worked the bag open and the contents in it fell to the floor with a thud. Pan jumped up from her bed and scrambled after the rolling object. The rock had rolled underneath her desk. Reaching her arm under it she cursed at its shortness. 'Everyone else in my Saiyan gene pool was tall, why do I have to be the freak?' Even 16-year-old Goku was taller than her. Finally her index finger connected with the stone. Nudging it gently she managed to roll in into her awaiting hand. Pan breathed a sigh of relief and sat up on the floor, banging her head on the desk. "Oww!" Dust covered her pants and shirt. 'I should clean this place up eventually.' Pan nursed her head with her free hand and stared at the smooth, round sphere of stone in the other. 'You put me through so much trouble.'
Damn the dragonballs. 'They gave us so much hope and promise. Now look at them. A memory of a painful past.' It had been on an isolated moon, far from the dead world of New Namek that Trunks opened the case where they had kept the black star dragonballs. Sure enough, with their creator long gone, the magical objects had turned back into common rock. Trunks had smashed two right away in his hands out of anger. The rest he threw out onto the moon's surface. All except one. Pan kept one as a reminder, hidden away in a little pouch that she kept by her bed. It reminded her to never depend on something easy to make everything better. Whatever was worth having is worth fighting for.
Pan got up and dusted off her pants, her hair falling over her shoulders. She had tried to keep it short but it needed so much continual trimming. Pan just let it grow out, occasionally chopping it in half. Now it was a few inches past her shoulder. 'I should cut my hair again soon.' She had always teased Trunks about his obsession with his hair. Every three weeks he trimmed it, keeping it short like he did at home. His bangs were a bit longer, but nothing more.
Grabbing two elastics Pan sloppily braided her hair. Checking her face once in the mirror she left the sanctity of her room and ventured out in search for Trunks and Goku. On her way across their living area she tripped over several mechanical devices and junk that Trunks had sprawled out.
"Sweet Kami! Trunks, get out here and clean this junk up before I have to!" She bellowed into the direction of the control room. After a tiny pause the door opened with a swish and out came an embarrassed Trunks.
"Sorry Panny-chan, I forgot about it." Pan felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the smile on his face.
'He is in a good mood.'
Trunks bent down and began to gently pack the junk into crates. "Panny, did you break anything? This all needs to be in working condition for trading if you want to get anything from Hakken. Pan sighed and bent down next to him.
"Cross my heart, hope to die, I didn't break anything." 'On purpose' she added to her self. Trunks nodded and continued his work. Pan handed him a few objects, blushing slightly as their fingers brushed against each other. Trunks didn't seem to notice.
"Ohayoo Pan! Feeling better?!" shouted Goku. Pan and Trunks both jumped, spilling the crates and the contents all over the floor. They both stared at the full-blooded teenage Saiyan that had appeared out of nowhere.
Trunks sighed. "Geez Goku, I nearly had a heart attack. Where did you come from?"
Goku smiled his trademark grin. "Ha ha, I know the answer to that! Yamucha and Master Roshi told me all about that just before I married Chi Chi. First you need to buy a woman something nice and take her out for dinner. Then you get her in a good mood. Next you need a bedroom and-"
"That's enough Goku, I didn't mean that!" Trunks interrupted, amazed by Goku's naivety.
Pan groaned into her hands. "To think that his blood flows through my veins. Not to mention the fact that he had two kids."
"Oh! You meant where was I on the ship! That's easy, in the kitchen!" Sweat drops rolled down Trunks and Pan's heads.
Trunks threw everything back into the crates and piled them up in the closet. "Well, it doesn't matter now anyway. We will be arriving at Hakken in about an hour or so. We should clean up and then strap ourselves in for the gravitational pull. I need to check to see just how strong the pull is and to schedule a docking point. Judging from the size I can figure out the pull by using some simple physics. It's all in there with Newton's laws."
Goku and Pan now stared at Trunks with sweat drops. "Umm, you go do that and Goku and I will clean up. Deal?" Pan asked.
"Great idea." Trunks wandered back into the control room muttering equations and principles. After he had left Pan turned her attention to locking down all the equipment in the room.
Goku watched her with curiosity. "Panny," he began softly, "do you feel better? You seemed pretty, um, distant, yeah that's the word, for the last couple of days."
"I'm fine grandpa. I was just thinking." Goku winced slightly at the thought. "Really though, I feel better now. Both you and Trunks always manage to make me smile."
Goku grinned even wider than before. 'She's lying, I can tell.' "Okay then Panny, lets hurry up and get something to eat!" Goku ran into his and Trunks room and began to 'clean up' in there. Pan smile at the noises and thumps that came from the room as Goku shoved everything into the closets.
'I'm sorry grandpa, I can't tell you yet.'
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Ha I did it! I did it! I wrote another chapter! Whohoo! Now I am stuck on what Hakken is going to be like. next update in about two weeks, he he he. My disks with all my DBU info go wiped out by 'mysterious means' so now I need to start the plot off from memory. This is should be good. Is it just me or is everyone having problems with computers lately? DBU went on back burning for a while since I have been busy with Agent Lavender. I have been working on other things too, mostly my site though. Please review, but only if you want too.
SPACE
One wish. Without obligations, without strings attached, just a single chance to make a wish for whatever the heart desired. How often have we all thought about that question; if we could have one wish, what would it be? Power, money, invincibility, without a second thought so many people would ask for these trivial things. Maybe some might ask for world peace, or to end for world hunger.
If they had a world, that is.
Pan sat gloomily in her little bedroom. Trunks and Goku had built it for her on the ship three years ago to give her privacy. Absently stroking a small bag made of a leathery material she gazed at the ceiling. They were on their way to Hakken like she had suggested. Both of the boys were almost excited about traveling to this advanced planet. The technology was superior on this large, impressive globe in the Centauri orbit. The food she knew, wasn't that bad either. 'But I have my own reasons.'
A couple of months ago Pan had stumbled across some ships data transcripts. It was mostly boring information, but she kept it to herself and didn't share it with Trunks or Goku. There was no use in getting them excited about possibly non-existing information about their enemy, Pan couldn't take their disappointment that always followed each lead. For some reason instead of trashing the transcripts she had kept them stored away. It had hit her three nights ago why they seemed so familiar. Breaking into Trunks computer later that same night she realized that the mailing code on the transcripts was the same as the ones from the crashed ship on Namek. The mailing code had been sent from Hakken. She didn't mean to trick the guys into going to Hakken, but she didn't want them to know about her discovery. 'Just gotta keep it to myself until the time is right.'
Her fingers worked the bag open and the contents in it fell to the floor with a thud. Pan jumped up from her bed and scrambled after the rolling object. The rock had rolled underneath her desk. Reaching her arm under it she cursed at its shortness. 'Everyone else in my Saiyan gene pool was tall, why do I have to be the freak?' Even 16-year-old Goku was taller than her. Finally her index finger connected with the stone. Nudging it gently she managed to roll in into her awaiting hand. Pan breathed a sigh of relief and sat up on the floor, banging her head on the desk. "Oww!" Dust covered her pants and shirt. 'I should clean this place up eventually.' Pan nursed her head with her free hand and stared at the smooth, round sphere of stone in the other. 'You put me through so much trouble.'
Damn the dragonballs. 'They gave us so much hope and promise. Now look at them. A memory of a painful past.' It had been on an isolated moon, far from the dead world of New Namek that Trunks opened the case where they had kept the black star dragonballs. Sure enough, with their creator long gone, the magical objects had turned back into common rock. Trunks had smashed two right away in his hands out of anger. The rest he threw out onto the moon's surface. All except one. Pan kept one as a reminder, hidden away in a little pouch that she kept by her bed. It reminded her to never depend on something easy to make everything better. Whatever was worth having is worth fighting for.
Pan got up and dusted off her pants, her hair falling over her shoulders. She had tried to keep it short but it needed so much continual trimming. Pan just let it grow out, occasionally chopping it in half. Now it was a few inches past her shoulder. 'I should cut my hair again soon.' She had always teased Trunks about his obsession with his hair. Every three weeks he trimmed it, keeping it short like he did at home. His bangs were a bit longer, but nothing more.
Grabbing two elastics Pan sloppily braided her hair. Checking her face once in the mirror she left the sanctity of her room and ventured out in search for Trunks and Goku. On her way across their living area she tripped over several mechanical devices and junk that Trunks had sprawled out.
"Sweet Kami! Trunks, get out here and clean this junk up before I have to!" She bellowed into the direction of the control room. After a tiny pause the door opened with a swish and out came an embarrassed Trunks.
"Sorry Panny-chan, I forgot about it." Pan felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the smile on his face.
'He is in a good mood.'
Trunks bent down and began to gently pack the junk into crates. "Panny, did you break anything? This all needs to be in working condition for trading if you want to get anything from Hakken. Pan sighed and bent down next to him.
"Cross my heart, hope to die, I didn't break anything." 'On purpose' she added to her self. Trunks nodded and continued his work. Pan handed him a few objects, blushing slightly as their fingers brushed against each other. Trunks didn't seem to notice.
"Ohayoo Pan! Feeling better?!" shouted Goku. Pan and Trunks both jumped, spilling the crates and the contents all over the floor. They both stared at the full-blooded teenage Saiyan that had appeared out of nowhere.
Trunks sighed. "Geez Goku, I nearly had a heart attack. Where did you come from?"
Goku smiled his trademark grin. "Ha ha, I know the answer to that! Yamucha and Master Roshi told me all about that just before I married Chi Chi. First you need to buy a woman something nice and take her out for dinner. Then you get her in a good mood. Next you need a bedroom and-"
"That's enough Goku, I didn't mean that!" Trunks interrupted, amazed by Goku's naivety.
Pan groaned into her hands. "To think that his blood flows through my veins. Not to mention the fact that he had two kids."
"Oh! You meant where was I on the ship! That's easy, in the kitchen!" Sweat drops rolled down Trunks and Pan's heads.
Trunks threw everything back into the crates and piled them up in the closet. "Well, it doesn't matter now anyway. We will be arriving at Hakken in about an hour or so. We should clean up and then strap ourselves in for the gravitational pull. I need to check to see just how strong the pull is and to schedule a docking point. Judging from the size I can figure out the pull by using some simple physics. It's all in there with Newton's laws."
Goku and Pan now stared at Trunks with sweat drops. "Umm, you go do that and Goku and I will clean up. Deal?" Pan asked.
"Great idea." Trunks wandered back into the control room muttering equations and principles. After he had left Pan turned her attention to locking down all the equipment in the room.
Goku watched her with curiosity. "Panny," he began softly, "do you feel better? You seemed pretty, um, distant, yeah that's the word, for the last couple of days."
"I'm fine grandpa. I was just thinking." Goku winced slightly at the thought. "Really though, I feel better now. Both you and Trunks always manage to make me smile."
Goku grinned even wider than before. 'She's lying, I can tell.' "Okay then Panny, lets hurry up and get something to eat!" Goku ran into his and Trunks room and began to 'clean up' in there. Pan smile at the noises and thumps that came from the room as Goku shoved everything into the closets.
'I'm sorry grandpa, I can't tell you yet.'
.......
Ha I did it! I did it! I wrote another chapter! Whohoo! Now I am stuck on what Hakken is going to be like. next update in about two weeks, he he he. My disks with all my DBU info go wiped out by 'mysterious means' so now I need to start the plot off from memory. This is should be good. Is it just me or is everyone having problems with computers lately? DBU went on back burning for a while since I have been busy with Agent Lavender. I have been working on other things too, mostly my site though. Please review, but only if you want too.