"WHAT????"
Pan winced when the high pitched screech pierced her ear. You'd think Bulma's dad would have created something to muffle his daughter's voice, but then, duct tape probably worked just as well…. "Trunks expects us to have a surprise party for him," she repeated.
"After all that's happened, he expects me to plan a party in three days???" Bulma grimaced. "Oh, well, duh. He doesn't know what all has happened."
Pan sighed, "Yeah, no kidding. I know he thought something was happening, but I didn't think he thought it had anything to do with that… " Her voice trailed off when she saw the arrested look on Bulma's face.
"Did it have anything to do with the fact that you told Trunks you were married to him?"
A hint of bright green glistened in Pan's dark blue eyes as she regarded Bulma. "I didn't tell him that, he came up with it on his own." Her voice was a glacier turned into sound. "I'm so glad you think I'm that much of a conniving little…." Pan didn't even finish the sentence before walking out the door and taking off. She turned Super Saiyan in mid air, studying the ground beneath her. It'd be nice to get away for a while… take a vacation, stop worrying about school… Write her speech for the graduation ceremony.
What does valedictorian tell the other students anyway? Ha ha, I made higher grades then you? Pan smiled and dropped out of Super Saiyan. Yes, a vacation would be good… right after Trunks' 'surprise' party.
Trunks leaned against the reinforced walls of the gravital gym and studied it. What other improvements could be made? He asked himself, studying it. He'd already worked his butt off changing and adding things to the design for the old machine, and any other machine he could find around the house. The dishwasher was souped up so far that the dishes weren't really washed…. They were dry cleaned. Before he'd messed with everything mechanical, he'd cleaned the entire house. Wearing an apron. It was the most humiliating way to pass the time in his life, but at least it was something to do. How was he supposed to wait for Pan like this? It wasn't like he could just sit in the living room and wait for her to show up… come to think of it, he did forget to dust the mantle in there. He trotted through a couple rooms into the living room, a giant feather duster in hand. He wiped the wood, keeping his gaze locked on the window. Eventually a loud crack informed Trunks that the paint was completely worn off, his shoes and the carpet dusted with it's bits. A huge crack was pushing through the wood. Prudently, Trunks stepped away, just as the entire shelf collapsed on itself. A single spider-like cleaning robot began attacking the mess. Trunks stomped on it. "Dangit Mom, I didn't want you to send any of those stupid things over here." One was too many, from Trunks' view. The 'stupid things' crawled all over the Capsule Corp mansion and business offices, doing odd jobs or whatever it was they were programmed for. They rarely noticed that a human might be in the way of the thing they were cleaning, or that it was a human they were TRYING to clean. Trunks remembered waking up from a nightmare one night to have one of his mother's newest models polishing him. And walking down the hall during the night was horrible… one of those things would crawl over your foot with their pointed little feet, and it'd take all your willpower not to hop and screech like a elephant seeing a mouse. The entire household got slippers for Christmas every year.
Saturday… he hated Saturday. No work to be done, nothing but training and sleeping and RELAXING…. Pan wasn't even there to plan his day around. His free time was based around her. Trunks was pretty sure it involved whatever happened with Ubuu yesterday, and why everyone was acting so weird. And he meant to talk to Pan about it today. But then he'd blurted out all that crud about a surprise party. Yeah… right… He was too old for a party! But once mentioned, he'd still have to go through with it, wouldn't he? Trunks shrugged. He'd slack off after the party.
Pan winced when the high pitched screech pierced her ear. You'd think Bulma's dad would have created something to muffle his daughter's voice, but then, duct tape probably worked just as well…. "Trunks expects us to have a surprise party for him," she repeated.
"After all that's happened, he expects me to plan a party in three days???" Bulma grimaced. "Oh, well, duh. He doesn't know what all has happened."
Pan sighed, "Yeah, no kidding. I know he thought something was happening, but I didn't think he thought it had anything to do with that… " Her voice trailed off when she saw the arrested look on Bulma's face.
"Did it have anything to do with the fact that you told Trunks you were married to him?"
A hint of bright green glistened in Pan's dark blue eyes as she regarded Bulma. "I didn't tell him that, he came up with it on his own." Her voice was a glacier turned into sound. "I'm so glad you think I'm that much of a conniving little…." Pan didn't even finish the sentence before walking out the door and taking off. She turned Super Saiyan in mid air, studying the ground beneath her. It'd be nice to get away for a while… take a vacation, stop worrying about school… Write her speech for the graduation ceremony.
What does valedictorian tell the other students anyway? Ha ha, I made higher grades then you? Pan smiled and dropped out of Super Saiyan. Yes, a vacation would be good… right after Trunks' 'surprise' party.
Trunks leaned against the reinforced walls of the gravital gym and studied it. What other improvements could be made? He asked himself, studying it. He'd already worked his butt off changing and adding things to the design for the old machine, and any other machine he could find around the house. The dishwasher was souped up so far that the dishes weren't really washed…. They were dry cleaned. Before he'd messed with everything mechanical, he'd cleaned the entire house. Wearing an apron. It was the most humiliating way to pass the time in his life, but at least it was something to do. How was he supposed to wait for Pan like this? It wasn't like he could just sit in the living room and wait for her to show up… come to think of it, he did forget to dust the mantle in there. He trotted through a couple rooms into the living room, a giant feather duster in hand. He wiped the wood, keeping his gaze locked on the window. Eventually a loud crack informed Trunks that the paint was completely worn off, his shoes and the carpet dusted with it's bits. A huge crack was pushing through the wood. Prudently, Trunks stepped away, just as the entire shelf collapsed on itself. A single spider-like cleaning robot began attacking the mess. Trunks stomped on it. "Dangit Mom, I didn't want you to send any of those stupid things over here." One was too many, from Trunks' view. The 'stupid things' crawled all over the Capsule Corp mansion and business offices, doing odd jobs or whatever it was they were programmed for. They rarely noticed that a human might be in the way of the thing they were cleaning, or that it was a human they were TRYING to clean. Trunks remembered waking up from a nightmare one night to have one of his mother's newest models polishing him. And walking down the hall during the night was horrible… one of those things would crawl over your foot with their pointed little feet, and it'd take all your willpower not to hop and screech like a elephant seeing a mouse. The entire household got slippers for Christmas every year.
Saturday… he hated Saturday. No work to be done, nothing but training and sleeping and RELAXING…. Pan wasn't even there to plan his day around. His free time was based around her. Trunks was pretty sure it involved whatever happened with Ubuu yesterday, and why everyone was acting so weird. And he meant to talk to Pan about it today. But then he'd blurted out all that crud about a surprise party. Yeah… right… He was too old for a party! But once mentioned, he'd still have to go through with it, wouldn't he? Trunks shrugged. He'd slack off after the party.