Basically I have been working on a huge story (I am 100 pages into it) so.
I've been busy. Nuff said there. Anyway, this is what I have. I just
felt like writing something for this today. Don't know how long till then
next time, but if you're willing to wait I'm pretty sure there will be a
next time, some time.
Summary ~ Trunks screwed practically every girl in school, but has never been satisfied until he hears people talk about it. Will Pan finally quench his thirst or does he have someone else on his mind? The typical drama when Sayians mix with humans.
Ages: Bra - 18 Pan - 19 Trunks - 22 Gotten - 20 All the sluts - range from age 18 - 23 Fende - 21 Suzan - 19 Carla - 18 Juunana-gou(17) - 19
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Chapter 5: Just Another Day with Pan
Pan silently followed Susan up the three wooden steps, wincing as the second step creaked. Immediately her mind clicked and a distant memory was unlocked.
The air seemed to swarm around her like a thousand mosquitoes, each wind stinging harder than the last. Her small hands moved back and forth trying to keep enough warmth so they wouldn't freeze before they made it to the purse. Digging around, she searched for the familiar cold, metallic feeling of her house key.
"Shit!" She yelled as she poured all the continents of her bag on the steps.
"Cussing isn't nice." A voice yelled from down the block.
Looking up she smiled at the violet haired boy.
"Damn him for his good hearing." She thought to herself and then smiled even more brightly. "At least he can't read my thoughts."
As he neared, the boy returned her smile.
"What's up?" He questioned casually.
"Well I'm looking for my car keys, but can't seem to find them."
Glancing over at the pile of bizarre green and blood red makeup, hair jell, an "Exuberantly Hardcore" CD, headphones covered with "I hate preps" stickers and other odd items, Trunks took a step toward the items. Immediately he reached under the headphone player and pulled up the key.
"Here you go." He said, flipping his body around to meet her face.
Immediately, obviously caught unaware, his chest slammed into her body and they both went flying down onto the steps. Blinking open his eyes Trunks frantically looked at the girl squished underneath him.
"Pan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She whispered quietly and then gave him a confused look.
"What?" He questioned, smiling dumbly.
Trying not to smile as well, Pan whispered, "Well you're sort of on top of me and well I can't really breath."
"Crap! Sorry, Pan."
Placing one hand on each side of the step underneath her, he began to push himself up, but then caught her eyes starring at him.
"What?"
Eyes giggling, Pan moved up and then started to kiss him, quite awkwardly, but before he even got a chance to kiss back, someone cut him off.
"Um are you going to introduce me to your little girl friend?"
Jumping up, Trunks spun around and winced as he saw a fuming blond haired college girl.
"This is Pan. She is Gotten's niece. She's like one of the family." She mumbled all to quickly.
Blushing, Pan shouted, "Thanks for the key." And then ran up the steps, slammed the key into to lock and ran into the house, slamming the door behind her.
"Pan." A voice whispered, drifting into her ear. "PAN!"
"W-What?" She shouted and nearly jumped up into the ceiling.
"I said, do you want chicken and potatoes or pizza for dinner?"
"PIZZA!"
"Okay." The voice whispered as she took a few uneasy steps back.
"No, I mean PIZZA, Susan. Trunks was going to take me out for pizza."
"What?"
"Come on, I'll explain on the way." She shouted, her legs trying there hardest to keep up with her as she headed for the door.
"Wait, Pan." Susan yelled, but she was already out the door.
Slowly walking into the kitchen Susan grabbed her car keys and headed for the large wood door.
"Just another day with Pan." She muttered to herself, as the door quietly shut behind her, the lock clicking systematically into place
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Hope it's at least slightly satisfactory. For now though, I'm going to have to put this story away in its box. It may be days, weeks, months, but eventually I will bring it back out again.
Gotten doll - NO! PLEASE! NOT THE BOX!
Pan doll - Gotten, I promise. You will come out again.
Trunks doll - I get the top end of story. Anyone want to fight me for it? I didn't think so.
Carla doll - Gotten? Want the bottom with me?
Gotten doll - Um that's okay. I'll pass.
Carla doll - Fine! *Jumps in, tears streaking down her face*
*A distant, muffled voice from the bottom of the box* Bra doll - When am I ever coming out?
Fende - That weird orange-haired girl isn't in here is she? *Glances around* Me - EVERYONE SHUT UP AND GET IN!
*Slowly all the dolls jump in until Susan is the only one standing out*
Me - What?
Susan - I don't get enough to do this gig! That orange-haired girl gets more than I do and all she said was about three lines. I demand to get more or I quit.
Me - Fine with me. You can be replaced. I'll just kill you're character. *Pulls out a lighter*
Susan - I'm good. *Jumps head first into the box*
Anyway, till next time, adios fans!
Summary ~ Trunks screwed practically every girl in school, but has never been satisfied until he hears people talk about it. Will Pan finally quench his thirst or does he have someone else on his mind? The typical drama when Sayians mix with humans.
Ages: Bra - 18 Pan - 19 Trunks - 22 Gotten - 20 All the sluts - range from age 18 - 23 Fende - 21 Suzan - 19 Carla - 18 Juunana-gou(17) - 19
^o,o^^o,o^
Chapter 5: Just Another Day with Pan
Pan silently followed Susan up the three wooden steps, wincing as the second step creaked. Immediately her mind clicked and a distant memory was unlocked.
The air seemed to swarm around her like a thousand mosquitoes, each wind stinging harder than the last. Her small hands moved back and forth trying to keep enough warmth so they wouldn't freeze before they made it to the purse. Digging around, she searched for the familiar cold, metallic feeling of her house key.
"Shit!" She yelled as she poured all the continents of her bag on the steps.
"Cussing isn't nice." A voice yelled from down the block.
Looking up she smiled at the violet haired boy.
"Damn him for his good hearing." She thought to herself and then smiled even more brightly. "At least he can't read my thoughts."
As he neared, the boy returned her smile.
"What's up?" He questioned casually.
"Well I'm looking for my car keys, but can't seem to find them."
Glancing over at the pile of bizarre green and blood red makeup, hair jell, an "Exuberantly Hardcore" CD, headphones covered with "I hate preps" stickers and other odd items, Trunks took a step toward the items. Immediately he reached under the headphone player and pulled up the key.
"Here you go." He said, flipping his body around to meet her face.
Immediately, obviously caught unaware, his chest slammed into her body and they both went flying down onto the steps. Blinking open his eyes Trunks frantically looked at the girl squished underneath him.
"Pan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She whispered quietly and then gave him a confused look.
"What?" He questioned, smiling dumbly.
Trying not to smile as well, Pan whispered, "Well you're sort of on top of me and well I can't really breath."
"Crap! Sorry, Pan."
Placing one hand on each side of the step underneath her, he began to push himself up, but then caught her eyes starring at him.
"What?"
Eyes giggling, Pan moved up and then started to kiss him, quite awkwardly, but before he even got a chance to kiss back, someone cut him off.
"Um are you going to introduce me to your little girl friend?"
Jumping up, Trunks spun around and winced as he saw a fuming blond haired college girl.
"This is Pan. She is Gotten's niece. She's like one of the family." She mumbled all to quickly.
Blushing, Pan shouted, "Thanks for the key." And then ran up the steps, slammed the key into to lock and ran into the house, slamming the door behind her.
"Pan." A voice whispered, drifting into her ear. "PAN!"
"W-What?" She shouted and nearly jumped up into the ceiling.
"I said, do you want chicken and potatoes or pizza for dinner?"
"PIZZA!"
"Okay." The voice whispered as she took a few uneasy steps back.
"No, I mean PIZZA, Susan. Trunks was going to take me out for pizza."
"What?"
"Come on, I'll explain on the way." She shouted, her legs trying there hardest to keep up with her as she headed for the door.
"Wait, Pan." Susan yelled, but she was already out the door.
Slowly walking into the kitchen Susan grabbed her car keys and headed for the large wood door.
"Just another day with Pan." She muttered to herself, as the door quietly shut behind her, the lock clicking systematically into place
^~,~^^~,~^
Hope it's at least slightly satisfactory. For now though, I'm going to have to put this story away in its box. It may be days, weeks, months, but eventually I will bring it back out again.
Gotten doll - NO! PLEASE! NOT THE BOX!
Pan doll - Gotten, I promise. You will come out again.
Trunks doll - I get the top end of story. Anyone want to fight me for it? I didn't think so.
Carla doll - Gotten? Want the bottom with me?
Gotten doll - Um that's okay. I'll pass.
Carla doll - Fine! *Jumps in, tears streaking down her face*
*A distant, muffled voice from the bottom of the box* Bra doll - When am I ever coming out?
Fende - That weird orange-haired girl isn't in here is she? *Glances around* Me - EVERYONE SHUT UP AND GET IN!
*Slowly all the dolls jump in until Susan is the only one standing out*
Me - What?
Susan - I don't get enough to do this gig! That orange-haired girl gets more than I do and all she said was about three lines. I demand to get more or I quit.
Me - Fine with me. You can be replaced. I'll just kill you're character. *Pulls out a lighter*
Susan - I'm good. *Jumps head first into the box*
Anyway, till next time, adios fans!
