A/N: Hopefully this will be a longer chapter! Thank u faithful readers! I LUV U ALL! Onward to your journey of T/P fandom!
Disclaimer:….eh u know the drill
Wishing: Chapter 4
By: Lotus
Otousan = father
Okaasan = mother
Juunanagou = android 17
Previously: "Ms. Pan?" She asked as she peeked into the room. The covers were pulled back and the window was opened. Iku ran into the room and looked out the window. "Ms. Pan!" Iku panicked and ran downstairs. "Mr. Briefs!" She shouted as she ran out the door. He was long gone and Pan was gone also. "Oh no."
(O_o)
"Mr. Briefs! Mr. Briefs!" Trunks landed among a small group of anxious people. The man who was calling him stepped towards him. "Thank Dende, you came just in time."
"Where is he?" Trunks frowned.
"Over here!" The man ran inside the building with Trunks running easily next to him. Trunks saw the pile of debris that had fallen from the ceiling. He quickly blasted over to a large wall where an arm was sticking out. With one hand, he lifted the piece of the ceiling off of him and tossed it to the side.
"Hey, are you all right?" The man stirred and groaned. Trunks examined him, pondering whether to move him or not. It seemed like he had escaped with two fractured ribs and a broken leg, not to mention multiple bruises and cuts. "You'll be all right, stay still."
"Carl, what caused the ceiling to collapsed? I thought that we had the building secured before reopening to the workers again." Trunks asked the man next to him.
"I have no idea, sir! The building shook violently and the ceiling fell. Everyone was in panic!" Carl replied, anxiously.
"That is so weird." Trunks muttered as he flew up to the top of the ceiling. He thoughtfully examined the structure and rose up out of the large hole. "These aren't natural cracks." He frowned. "It's as if a fireball or something hit it." He slowly turned around and was met with a dark gaze. "You!"
(o_o)
Pan walked slowly down the dark hallway and paused as her fingers left the wall and touched a door. This door was different then the rest of the doors. It was made of a sturdy metal and cool to the touch. She stared at it and read the name that was finely encrypted into the surface. "Bulma Briefs." She had seen her only a few times when she came to visit the Briefs with her father. Bulma had been a lively woman with blue green hair and matching eyes. She frowned and noticed there was no way she could open the door, and she examined the entrance until she noticed a small panel on the side. She slowly placed her hand on the outline and watched in amazement as her palm was scanned and something pricked her finger. Hastily, she snatched her hand away and sucked on her throbbing finger.
"Son Pan." An alien voice acknowledged as the metal door slid up. Pan glanced around to see if anyone was nearby before cautiously entering the lab. Everything was perfectly neat and tidy. As she crossed the room to the computer, the lights flared up and she blinked before sitting down on the chair. The computer flashed on and Pan stared at the image of Bulma Briefs smiling at her.
"Hello Pan. How are you?" She asked. Pan screamed and fell out of the chair.
(^_^)
"Long time no see." The speaker stood up and brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"Juunanagou!" Trunks snarled. "I killed you!"
"Yes. I know." He replied, smugly. Trunks clenched his fists in anger.
"How?" Trunks stated.
"By your darling." Juunanagou smiled. Trunks frantically searched his mind and stopped as he thought of a certain someone.
"Pan?" He whispered.
"None other." Juunanagou said.
"She wouldn't!" He yelled. "Why would she?"
"Maybe she wanted the company." Juunanagou smirked, widely.
"Baka! DIE!" Trunks lashed out and Juunanagou quickly dodged to the side.
"Tsk, temper." He grinned. "It has been awhile since we played together." Trunks growled, menacingly. "Anyways, I'm looking for her. Are you going to tell me or am I going to beat it out of you?" Trunks swung his fist and came in contact with Juunanagou's jaw. The cyborg rubbed it and shifted into fighting stance. "Suit yourself."
(O_O)
"Bulma-san!" Pan gasped as she stared up at the giant screen.
"Hai!" Bulma waved, her hair wasn't blue green but lavender and pulled back into a loose ponytail. Her features seemed haggard and she looked worn out. Nevertheless, a cheerful expression lit up her face. "Don't be so shocked, Pan. I'm still dead. This is a program I created to talk with anyone who enters my lab when I'm gone. You grew up wonderfully, Pan."
"You're just saying that. I'm sure you can't see me." Pan replied.
"I know that you did. After all, Gohan and Videl are both wonderful parents." Bulma smiled. "Since, you have graced my lab with your presence, I am going to entrust it to you."
"Nani?" Pan gasped.
"Before I died, I've been working with something." Bulma told her. "A senzu serum. One bean could make a concentrate of 20 doses. Do you still have the dragon ball necklace I gave you when you were little?"
"Dragon ball?" Pan frowned.
"It's a orange orb with four stars on it." Bulma replied. Pan drew out from her pocket and necklace with a small charm on it.
"Oh, so this is what it is. A dragon ball." Pan breathed.
"But not the real thing." Bulma sighed, regretfully. "Pan, see that painting on the far wall?" Pan glanced around and saw the portrait she was talking about. It seemed to have been done skillfully and was almost like a real picture.
"Bulma-san, is that you?" She asked as she stared at the young girl next to a tall man, wearing an orange gi.
"Hai. That is your grandfather and grandmother that I am standing next to." Bulma smiled. Pan touched their figures and her finger trailed to the young boy standing in between them.
"Otousan?" Pan murmured as she gazed at the child with a brown tail.
"Place the dragon ball on tip of his hat." Bulma instructed. Pan did her bidding and inserted it slowly. A square popped out from the frame and she jumped. "That's the serum and my progress. Take it with you and go to Capsule Corps. He needs your help and someone is injured."
"Hai, Bulma-san." Pan said, grabbing it.
"Take good care of Trunks for me, Pan." Bulma smiled as the screen went blank.
"Hai." Pan whispered before running out the door.
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