Just Your Average T/P
By Granny Adams
Chapter 6: Of silly bints and rich fools.
[A/N Drum-roll please.. After a long absence of who the hell knows what.. SHE'S BACK!!! Better and stronger than ever before!! Refreshed, and ready to write for your sick pleasures!
No, seriously. Sorry for the wait.. If you even remember this story in it's prime.. (If it ever had a prime) good for you. I baked some strudel for ya'll with one flamey.
For that odd little bloke who flamed me, and told me I suck, I WIN! Hee hee heeeeee HEEEEEEEEEE!!! Not only have you boosted my reviews I got a kick out of your review because.. I'd like to see your little stories, dear. Or were you too afraid to put down your author name in fear I might read your ficcies and laugh at the pitiful little hypocrite? Eh? EH?
So, here is chapter six. I hope you LOVE it!]
Pan sped along, waving her hair 'round.
"Manhatten Community College, huh? Is that the best I- You can do, daddy?" She said to herself, angrier and angrier at every word. Every moment she thought about her dad, applying to college, for such odd reasons. "Dammit, daddy. Why are you such a-"
Whack,
Said that narrator as Pan swiftly thwonked into a Japan bound plane, full of American tourists. She whirred to the ground, landing on something soft and bouncy.
Haven't you wondered if that's ever happened before?
Being so high up, and all.
Pan rubbed her shoulder, which had impacted the plane, and attempted to stand. But, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your likes, dislikes and allergies) she had landed in a pool entirely of Jell-o. She licked some off her finger. Raspberry Jell-o it seemed to be.
"Of all the places to crash land.. Jell-o? Why Jell-o?" She said, sinking into the mass of deep red blubbery, gooey, yet tasty Jell-o.
"Oh hey Pan! Come early to the party?" Bulma Briefs called to her.
Pan looked to her left, and there Bulma was. In all her majesty, a lime- green dress adorning her curves. Her oddly colored hair in elegant pig- tails, done up with blinky lights on the elastic rubber bands. Her legs, slender with youthful-agedness, modeled bright pink, fish net stockings. She stood barefooted, toe nails bright with what appeared to be glow-in the dark nail polish. Pan studied her face, a liquid eyeliner traced her eyes, melding into the purple glitter eye shadow. Her cheeks painted a soft hue of pink, and her lips kissed by black lipstick.
"You like?" Bulma asked, as Pan gaped.
"Surprisingly.. Well, it suits you, Bulma." Pan uttered in complete disbelief.
"So, you here for the party? Open house.. Even though it starts at ten, you can hang until then." Bulma expressed her new-image by using vulgar gestures while speaking. "This party includes the pool of jell-o?" Inquired Pan.
"Yeah, had it specially done for tonight.. I'm gonna have it done cherry for the Christmas party." Responded Bulma, again with the vulgar movements.
"And what is this party for?" Pan grunted, pulling herself out of the jell- o, letting out a large slurp when her feet left the pool.
"I dunno. How about.. The discovery of ecstasy?" Bulma proposed.
"That's.. wonderful." Pan said, forcing an entirely fake smile. 'I wonder if Bra knows about this?'
Pan entered the house through the kitchen, which was currently set up with black lights, streamers, and a basket of condoms on the counter. 'Lovely,' Pan thought.
Pan hurried up to Bra's room, leaving a trail of red chunks behind her.
Inside her best friends room was complete chaos, clothes flying all over the place.
"GRRR.. AHHHHH!!!!!!" A high pitch voice squealed. "NO FRICKEN CLOTHES TO WEAR!!!!!!"
Pan sighed, as Bra had a separate room for her shoes, and another two for her accessories. But Bra had never let Pan into her clothes section. Pan imagined it to be massive, bigger than a department store.
Pan opened the door from which the clothing was being ejected. Pan was completely right. It was bigger than her entire room. Even bigger than their pool. Complete with it's own fountain, it was lined with clothes of many colors, bust mostly red.
"Hi Bra!" Pan shouted, dodging the flying pair of jeans.
"Pan!" Bra shouted, her face emerging from a pile of dresses. "Glad you're here.. Did mom invite you to the party or something?"
Pan chortled, "You could say that,"
Bra dived back in, tossing several Prada dresses aside. "Oh my god, Pan, this party is going to be off the heezy!"
'What in Kami's name is a heezy?' Pan wondered. "Who's coming?" Pan asked innocently.
"ONLY LIKE.. EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE CITY!! OMYGOD.. we have so many cute guys coming.. Perfect to find a boyfriend to make Trunks jealous? Am I right or am I right?"
Pan wondered what her other options were, but Bra had a point.
Wait,
What was it again?
Oh yeah, what the hell is a heezy?
"PAN! This IS SOOOOO PERFECT FOR YOU!!" Bra squawked shrilly.
"It's a little too.. modest. Don't you think?"
It was a tight leather mini mini mini skirt. Or a really big belt, Pan couldn't really tell the difference. "Probably," Bra sighed, casting it aside.
'Whatever Bra forces me into wearing, it better be good. Cause I want to make a good impression on everyone. I want it to say, "I am no longer a girl, but a woman, ready to face whatever comes next." '
By Granny Adams
Chapter 6: Of silly bints and rich fools.
[A/N Drum-roll please.. After a long absence of who the hell knows what.. SHE'S BACK!!! Better and stronger than ever before!! Refreshed, and ready to write for your sick pleasures!
No, seriously. Sorry for the wait.. If you even remember this story in it's prime.. (If it ever had a prime) good for you. I baked some strudel for ya'll with one flamey.
For that odd little bloke who flamed me, and told me I suck, I WIN! Hee hee heeeeee HEEEEEEEEEE!!! Not only have you boosted my reviews I got a kick out of your review because.. I'd like to see your little stories, dear. Or were you too afraid to put down your author name in fear I might read your ficcies and laugh at the pitiful little hypocrite? Eh? EH?
So, here is chapter six. I hope you LOVE it!]
Pan sped along, waving her hair 'round.
"Manhatten Community College, huh? Is that the best I- You can do, daddy?" She said to herself, angrier and angrier at every word. Every moment she thought about her dad, applying to college, for such odd reasons. "Dammit, daddy. Why are you such a-"
Whack,
Said that narrator as Pan swiftly thwonked into a Japan bound plane, full of American tourists. She whirred to the ground, landing on something soft and bouncy.
Haven't you wondered if that's ever happened before?
Being so high up, and all.
Pan rubbed her shoulder, which had impacted the plane, and attempted to stand. But, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your likes, dislikes and allergies) she had landed in a pool entirely of Jell-o. She licked some off her finger. Raspberry Jell-o it seemed to be.
"Of all the places to crash land.. Jell-o? Why Jell-o?" She said, sinking into the mass of deep red blubbery, gooey, yet tasty Jell-o.
"Oh hey Pan! Come early to the party?" Bulma Briefs called to her.
Pan looked to her left, and there Bulma was. In all her majesty, a lime- green dress adorning her curves. Her oddly colored hair in elegant pig- tails, done up with blinky lights on the elastic rubber bands. Her legs, slender with youthful-agedness, modeled bright pink, fish net stockings. She stood barefooted, toe nails bright with what appeared to be glow-in the dark nail polish. Pan studied her face, a liquid eyeliner traced her eyes, melding into the purple glitter eye shadow. Her cheeks painted a soft hue of pink, and her lips kissed by black lipstick.
"You like?" Bulma asked, as Pan gaped.
"Surprisingly.. Well, it suits you, Bulma." Pan uttered in complete disbelief.
"So, you here for the party? Open house.. Even though it starts at ten, you can hang until then." Bulma expressed her new-image by using vulgar gestures while speaking. "This party includes the pool of jell-o?" Inquired Pan.
"Yeah, had it specially done for tonight.. I'm gonna have it done cherry for the Christmas party." Responded Bulma, again with the vulgar movements.
"And what is this party for?" Pan grunted, pulling herself out of the jell- o, letting out a large slurp when her feet left the pool.
"I dunno. How about.. The discovery of ecstasy?" Bulma proposed.
"That's.. wonderful." Pan said, forcing an entirely fake smile. 'I wonder if Bra knows about this?'
Pan entered the house through the kitchen, which was currently set up with black lights, streamers, and a basket of condoms on the counter. 'Lovely,' Pan thought.
Pan hurried up to Bra's room, leaving a trail of red chunks behind her.
Inside her best friends room was complete chaos, clothes flying all over the place.
"GRRR.. AHHHHH!!!!!!" A high pitch voice squealed. "NO FRICKEN CLOTHES TO WEAR!!!!!!"
Pan sighed, as Bra had a separate room for her shoes, and another two for her accessories. But Bra had never let Pan into her clothes section. Pan imagined it to be massive, bigger than a department store.
Pan opened the door from which the clothing was being ejected. Pan was completely right. It was bigger than her entire room. Even bigger than their pool. Complete with it's own fountain, it was lined with clothes of many colors, bust mostly red.
"Hi Bra!" Pan shouted, dodging the flying pair of jeans.
"Pan!" Bra shouted, her face emerging from a pile of dresses. "Glad you're here.. Did mom invite you to the party or something?"
Pan chortled, "You could say that,"
Bra dived back in, tossing several Prada dresses aside. "Oh my god, Pan, this party is going to be off the heezy!"
'What in Kami's name is a heezy?' Pan wondered. "Who's coming?" Pan asked innocently.
"ONLY LIKE.. EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE CITY!! OMYGOD.. we have so many cute guys coming.. Perfect to find a boyfriend to make Trunks jealous? Am I right or am I right?"
Pan wondered what her other options were, but Bra had a point.
Wait,
What was it again?
Oh yeah, what the hell is a heezy?
"PAN! This IS SOOOOO PERFECT FOR YOU!!" Bra squawked shrilly.
"It's a little too.. modest. Don't you think?"
It was a tight leather mini mini mini skirt. Or a really big belt, Pan couldn't really tell the difference. "Probably," Bra sighed, casting it aside.
'Whatever Bra forces me into wearing, it better be good. Cause I want to make a good impression on everyone. I want it to say, "I am no longer a girl, but a woman, ready to face whatever comes next." '
