Howdy all, after a long period of time in hibernation, saiyan_twinz has finally decided to come out of hiding to grace your presence once again ^_^(). This is my new fic and may or may not be continued….. I know that sounds awfully like a threat but this story is simply here to satiate my need to write. God knows I hardly have any spare time left to do this. Sigh ahhhh well, less blathering more story.
N.B: If I've inadvertently used any Australianisms that you don't understand leave a review and I'll make sure that I can clarify it.
Breaking ThroughPan strode determinedly through the halls of Satan Incorporated. The towel around her neck swung violently as she made her way past the many training arena's built to teach the general public the beauty of martial arts. She was dressed in baggy white sweatpants and a black singlet top bearing the two symbols of her masters. Goku and Hercule. Pan had just come from completing a workout with her 'black belt' students, the crème de la crème of Satans Dojo. Mere child's play. The towel was a ruse, a mere cosmetic addition to her outfit to make her seem more…human. It put the minds of her pupils at ease, to know that Pan, granddaughter of the earths saviour had weaknesses just like everyone else.
Pfffffft, yeah right.
As she walked towards her goal, people called out to her and waved, she ignored them and continued on towards the thick double doors that held the key to her concerns. She pushed them open violently, causing the platinum doors to shudder on their hinges. She stood before the lavish office and scanned the room for any sign of life. The large mahogany desk was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the office. The finest timber, silk and metals had been procured to construct the office, yet the owner seemed awfully out of place.
"Grandpa!!!!"
Pan launched herself at the large figure and they both went toppling. Hercule laughed as he caught Pan in a large bear hug and picked her off of the ground.
"Pan, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you had classes until 4.30?"
Pan grinned and put her hands on her hips.
"I did, but my pupils gave me thirty minutes break"
She grinned evilly and fished a small package out of the pocket of her pants.
"They knew that I'd teach them nothing of use unless I got to give you this."
She handed the small parcel over to her grandfather and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Happy Birthday Grandpa!"
Hercule looked down at the tiny package in his hands and slowly began to unwrap it. Under the layers upon layers of tissue paper lay a small gold charm. It was a talisman, and on it was a set of symbols unfamiliar to the reigning world champ. He looked up enquiringly at Pan."Honey, it's beautiful…….But what is it?"
Pan smirked and pointed to the two symbols displayed on her top.
"Its my very own crest. I had Bulma and Trunks help combine yours and grandpa Goku's to give me my own unique design. Keep it with you, and you'll always know if I'm okay. You see the gold glow coming from it?"
Hercule looked at the delicate object and nodded.
"Well, that's a part of my life-force. Bulma helped me to tune it to detect my ki. It will glow as long as I am still breathing, I thought it might help you stop worrying about me so much."
Hercule looked down at the talisman as it emitted a light golden glow, and his eyes filled up with tears. He quickly cleared his throat and turned his back on Pan, swiping quickly at his eyes.
"Sugar pea, this has to be one of the best presents I've ever received. Now I know I've made the right decision, you're so grown-up, you'll be perfect."
Pan frowned. What on earth was her Grandfather talking about. She had to find out.
"Grandpa…what-"
Hercule swallowed nervously and turned back around, steering Pan towards the double doors.
"Never mind, Never mind. Just an old mans ramblings. Nothing at all to concern yourself about… Now run along and have fun, but make sure you're ready for the meeting at 6.00pm in the conference room. Bye Sweetie."
With that Hercule shoved Pan out the doors and shut them behind her. Pan stood in the doorway staring at the locked doors.
*How odd!!! I wonder what he's up to*
With one final glance at the doors, Pan shrugged and headed off to complete her training with her last students for the day.
*Oh well, I'll find out soon enough*
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The training had gone according to plan, her pupils were well trained and their examinations should go off without a hitch. The group contained about 30 men and women aged from 18-30, all cooling down, stretching and chatting to one another. It was an interesting experience teaching such a diverse group of students. Pan found it a challenge to curb her powers in the presence of 'normal' people, as growing up with the Z fighters meant that she could just be herself. She found it much more difficult to act weak…. It went against all her Saiyan and primal human instincts. She was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of one of her pupils voice.
"Sensei, is there any way that I'd be able to get additional tutoring before the exam? Tonight maybe? My place?"
Pans eyes quickly focused on the owner of the voice. It was a young man called Kobi, one of her more…… interesting students. He was obviously a jock, blonde hair, blue eyes and a body to die for. He could get any girl he wanted and he knew it. Pan however was not the type to fall head over heels in lust. She glanced up and looked into his eyes. His body language and the expression in his face confirmed what she heard in his voice.
Hunger.
Pan smiled coyly and laughed silently to herself. She'd make the boy suffer.
"Sorry Kobi what were you saying?"
Pan grabbed a handtowel from the rack on the nearby wall and made to mop sweat from her neck. She could feel his eyes on her, but she continued with the pretence just to make him suffer. Kobi faltered, Pan felt his ki spike and then quiver slightly as he attempted to regain his composure. She was one of the most famous women in the world, and he was trying to ask her out on a date.
"I uh……I was wondering if you….. wanted to go out with me tonight. I know this great new place that just op-"
Pan kicked herself. He meant it. The hunger in his eyes had been replaced by something else. Hope. She cursed herself a few more times before throwing the towel into a clothes hamper.
"Kobi, you're a great guy and all, but there is a company policy that condemns employees from dating students, and I-"
Pan didn't even get to finish her rejection.
"But you're the heiress. You make the rules."
Pan sighed and bent down in order to stretch her lower back and legs.
"Look. That's just a rumor, I-"
She stopped mid sentence as she felt someone's hand one her butt. THAT was the last straw, she spun around drew back her fist and aimed it at the bottom-pinching scum. Before it impacted, a large hand grasped her wrist.
"TRUNKS?!?!?!?"
The lavender-haired demi-saiyan smirked down from directly in front of her in a suit and tie. Like father, like son.
"What the hell is going on? Who-"
She glanced from Kobi to Trunks. Kobi was standing three meters away, and was looking wide eyed at the two individuals standing before him. Pan Son, Heiress of Satan Incorporated and Trunks Briefs, CEO of Capsule Corporation, the largest organisation in the world, looked like they were both about to seriously maim one another. Pans glared at Trunks.
"So it was YOU!"
Trunks smirked again and dropped her wrist.
"I thought you'd like my greeting. I just wasn't expecting it to be so easy to catch you offguard."
Pan scowled and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Bastard!"
Trunks glanced from the still dumbfounded Kobi to Pan.
"Or maybe you were too busy to notice."
Trunks watched as Pans eyes glinted and one eyebrow flicked up in annoyance. It was a habit that he had learned to fear, but instead kicking his ass, Pan smiled and turned back to the group of onlookers.
"OKAY GUYS, CLASS DISMISSED SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK!"
A small groan rose from the students but they grudgingly complied. However, as soon as the group got outside the doors, they ran to the nearest window and peeked in. There was no way in hell they were going to miss out on THIS! Pan turned back to Trunks and scowled at him, it took all her effort to stay mad at him. Besides, what were best friends for.
"So what the hell are you doing here anyway?"
Trunks chuckled and slung a large arm around Pans tiny shoulders.
"Oh dear Pan-chan, now you're starting to sound like my father. All you need to do now is grab a spandex training suit and call everyone brat."
Pan swiped at Trunks' arm in frustration.
"TRUNKS!!!!!"
He put his hands up in the air, and slowly backed away from the pocket volcano.
"Okay, okay calm down. Can't I drop by once in a while to say 'hi' anymore?"
Pan raised both eyebrows skeptically.
"All right, I wanted to spar…..I'm sure even you'll believe that!"
Pan laughed and lowered into a fighting stance.
"Why didn't you say so sooner."
Trunks took off his jacket, shoes and shirt to reveal a black singlet. He then smirked and lowered into his own stance.
"Oh, by the way, you'd better not do anything stupid, your fanclub is still watching."
With that last comment, Trunks launched himself towards her. Pan looked shocked and glanced towards the large windows. The tufts of hair sticking up from the bottom of the windows were the only indication that anyone was there. Her glance distracted her long enough for Trunks to land a heavy blow on her shoulder. She grimaced and rotated her arm slowly.
"Low blow Trunks. You're gonna pay for that."
Trunks stood upright and yawned.
"Really? I don't think so, you see…"
She crouched and aimed a kick at the back of Trunks knees. His reaction was too slow as his legs crumpled underneath him. Trunks put his hands on the floor ready to push himself up again.
"Now who's fighting dirty?"
Pan smirked and aimed a kick at his exposed midsection. Trunks anticipated the move and grabbed her leg, throwing her at one of the walls. Pan twisted in mid air, landed feet first on the wall, and pushed off towards Trunks with her right arm pulled back. Trunks pushed himself upright and readied himself for her attack. Pans fist flew towards his face, but Trunks blocked it. They exchanged a few more blows before Pan slipped her right leg behind Trunks' left and hit him open-palmed in the center of his chest. Trunks eyes widened as he fell heavily on his back to the ground. Pan seized the opportunity and straddled his waist, pinning his arms either side of his head. Trunks squirmed madly to get free. She grinned at the pained expression on his face.
"Gotcha!"
Trunks smirked.
"You think so, do you?"
Pan's eyes widened as she felt Trunks legs lock around her waist and pull.
"You see…..that's the…advantage of fighting….ah….a waif. You're too….light to….pin anyone."
Trunks dug his heel into Pan's solar plexus. Pan gasped as she felt her lungs empty of air, and tightened her grip on Trunks waist.
Both fighters grimaced as they slowly ran out of oxygen. Pan smirked as an idea struck her.
"You know…. This looks….more like….something out of the …..Karma Sutra…than a……sparring session."
Trunks eyes widened, as he quickly let go of his hold on Pan's waist. Pan took the opportunity and leaned close to Trunks' ear.
"Awww, c'mon Trunks I know you'd like it."
Trunks gulped noisily and Pan felt his heart start to race. She laughed and stood up offering him her hand.
"Man Trunks, you haven't changed a bit since our trip to find the black star dragonballs!"
Trunks batted away her hand and scowled, murmuring something about 'seduction' not being a fair fighting technique.
Pan laughed and slung an arm around Trunks' waist giving him a hug.
"That's exactly why one day women will rule the universe. We can turn men into quivering piles of mush with the bat of an eye…"
She struck one of her parent's old poses.
"…we strike fear into the hearts of self-proclaimed bachelors. We.."
Trunks clamped a hand over her mouth.
"No more….I've had enough of you today."
Pan tugged his hand away grinning. She ran and grabbed the rest of her stuff before turning off the lights and walking towards the door.
"So what are you up to now?"
Trunks grabbed his briefcase and the rest of his clothes, and trotted after Pan.
"At 6.30 I've gotta meet with a new protégé. I've got to teach them the ropes of CEOing. Lucky me!"
Pan snorted.
"Well at least that's better than having to sit through a meeting listening to boring-assed old men give speeches about how grandpa Satan and I can improve our dealings with corporate customers."
They walked through the doors to the training room and walked through the elaborate passageways until they got to the door of Pans quarters. This was practically her home. She hardly ever had the time to stay at her parents place, and besides the place was sooooo much better.
Trunks smirked and turned his head to hide it. Pan caught it out of the corner of her eye.
"What's that look for? Is everyone going insane today? First Grandpa and now you!!!"
Trunks said nothing and continued to smirk.
"Oh I don't care, its probably something stupid anyway."
She scowled as she placed her hand in the mould near her door, and keyed in her password. It blipped and pricked her finger.
"AUTHORISATION COMPLETE. WELCOME HOME MS SATAN!"
The doors slid open and Pan walked through. She turned to Trunks and gestured to the scanner.
"C'mon hurry up, you know it won't let you through without it."
Trunks frowned at Pan.
"I did design the damned thing Pan."
He walked up to the terminal and pressed a couple of buttons.
"WELCOME MASTER. FULL SYSTEMS ACCESS GRANTED."
Trunks smirked and walked easily in through the doors. Pan sweat-dropped.
"Did you really have to do that?"
Trunks sat himself down on one of the leather recliners lined up along the wall. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes.
"Absolutely."
Pan laughed and threw her towel at the demi-saiyan, walking into her en-suite and closing the door.
"Go and have a shower or you'll be late."
Trunks looked at his watch. It read 5.30pm.
"What do you mean, I have over an hour."
Trunks could hear her laughing over the roar of the shower.
"Trunks! It'll take you an hour alone to do your hair."
He scowled and walked towards the security terminal near the door. He pressed a few buttons and grinned in satisfaction as he heard Pan yell from the shower.
"TRUNKS!!!! TURN ON THE HOT WATER YOU EVIL BASTARD!!"
Trunks grinned and restored the showers water to normal. He checked his watch again. If he wasn't careful he would be late…. And wouldn't that be a pity.
Trunks walked to the door of the ensuite and rapped on it slowly.
"I'm heading home. I'll catch up with you later tonight."
Pan opened the door and walked out in a towel. Her hair was wet and little beads of water glistened off her shoulders. Trunks gaped.
"Okay, hope your tutoring goes well."
Trunks regained his composure and gathered up his things quickly.
"Uh….yeah….I'm sure it will. See you later tonight."
Trunks all but ran out the door.
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Pan made her way quickly through the halls of Satan Incorporated. It was 6.05pm and she was running late for that meeting.
*Man are they gonna be pissed off if I come in late*
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Pan remembered back to her earlier days in the management side of her grandfathers organisation. The 'old hands' (or rather the old men) who acted as advisers to her grandfather were skeptical as to the role that Pan would be playing. They did not think that she had the mind to help with the running of the multi-national, and hated her even more when some of her ideas helped to catapult Satan into the competitive world market.
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After snapping back from her daydream, Pan realized that she was standing outside the doors to the conference room. This was the room where important decisions were made, and where managers from many nations came to listen to the wise words of their CEO. Pan pushed the mahogany doors open to reveal a huge caucus. There were people everywhere, but a quick scan of the room revealed that her grandfather was still not here.
*phew*
She strode over to the top end of the table next to her grandfathers seat and sat herself down. Waving and greeting some of her more friendly associates. She wondered what was going on. This was insane. Never had she seen so many corporate managers in the one room. Whatever her grandfather was going to announce would knock the socks off of the entire room. She could sense it. After 10 minutes of idle chat with the other board members, Hercule Satan finally made his grand entrance, bursting through the double mahogany doors and gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Pan had to admit, as far as fighting skills were concerned, her grandfather was a little slow on the uptake, but when it came to performances, he had an uncanny ability to draw the love and adoration from an entire room of people. Hercule strode up to the end of the table, but did not sit. Pan could see the talisman she gave him hanging around his neck. It glowed softly in the dimly lit room.
"Friends and colleagues, I will not keep you long. I am sure that you are are wondering why I called you all here today. As you know today I turned 70, and even though I love this company to pieces, I have decided to step down and hand the company over to a most trusted employee."
Everyone in the room gasped and started murmuring about their bosses new decision.
"I know that this is going to be difficult, but I want you to ensure that the changeover runs as smoothly as possible. So I would like to announce that Pan Son, my granddaughter will be taking over the reigns at Capsule Corporation."
Pan looked dumbfounded as many people in the room cheered and whistled their approval. A group of older men in the corner glared at her and whispered amongst themselves. Pan knew that the man at the center of the group, Michael Connor, was the expected heir. He had a great deal of experience and had lead her grandfather to many victorious take-over bids. He stood up to address Mr Satan.
"Excuse me Mr Satan, but is Pan the best candidate for the position. I mean she's basically a child."
He turned to Pan and glared.
"No offence intended of course."
Mr Satan pursed his lips but kept his composure, as he felt the pendant glow brighter.
"I concede that Pan may not have as much experience as some others, but that is exactly why she will be perfect for the position. She has not been corrupted by the nature of management jobs, and besides it will be great from a marketing point of view."
Hercule turned on a projector, and a graph appeared in the middle of the table.
"This is a graph of sales recorded at Capsule corporation 10 years ago. That was the time when Trunks Briefs took over. You can see that when he took over, the Corporation achieved a sales increase of 128%. As we all know he has a cult following and Capsule is now the largest company on the globe. Now Pan here is essentially the female version of Mr Briefs, and we believe that her image will help both our female and male customer numbers."
Pan turned red and slid down in her seat in embarrassment. The other members of the board chuckled.
"Besides, I've already thought of her relative inexperience in the corporate world and have arranged a tutor…."
Pans ears pricked up and she thought of the events that had unfolded that day. She quickly looked at her watch, "6.31pm", a conversation she had earlier played back in her head.
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"So what are you up to now?"
Trunks grabbed his briefcase and the rest of his clothes, and trotted after Pan.
"At 6.30 I've gotta meet with a new protégé. I've got to teach them the ropes of CEOing. Lucky me!"
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"…Mr Briefs will ensure that Pan is well equipped to take on the corporate world and lead this company to many more successful take-overs."
People around her applauded as Pan snapped back to reality and started imagining all the ways she could kill the purple-haired demi-saiyan.
"Well, that's all for today folks. I don't know about you but I'm going home to celebrate with my family."
With that final comment from Mr Satan, the rest of the room got up and started gossiping about the events that had just unfolded. Pan put her vicious thoughts of torture and death away while she made her way through the crowd. Smiling as people shook her hand, hugged her and told her what a 'good job' she would do. As soon as she made it out of the mob, she closed her eyes and concentrated to find Trunks' ki. It was hard to concentrate with all the thoughts racing around in her head. When she locked onto it, her eyes flew open and her ki flared.
He was in her quarters.
She sprinted through the hallways, narrowly missing opening doors and innocent bystanders. When she reached her quarters, she found that the door was open and the lights were off. In the faint light Pan's Saiyan eyes could make out a figure sitting behind her desk, with their back turned to her. Pan grinned and charged up a small ki ball in the palm of her hand. Obviously Trunks was distracted, his ki felt funny as if it were a bit misplaced. She shrugged and threw the ball towards the person. It was soon after the ball had left her hand she realized that the person in the chair wasn't Trunks. He was somewhere else in the apartment. She had been too furious to see that. Her eyes widened and she felt sick as she watched the ball fly towards her target. She was about to kill an innocent person, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
……..To Be Continued?
There we go, it may not be fantastic but I've got it finally written. Aren't I just the little demon to leave you, dear reader, with such a monstrous cliff-hanger? Ahhhh I'm sure you'll get over it!!! I'd love to know what you guys think about this chapter and whether you want me to continue it or not. I'm not really sure where I want to be heading at the moment, but if you've got any great ideas or want to contact me about something please feel free to…Even if it's something to do with my old stories (wherever they now may be). I love hearing ideas and opinions……Who is sitting in the chair? Can Pan stop it in time or will the person bite the dust… Will saiyan-twinz find the time to complete another chapter? Find out in the next thrilling installment of "Breaking through"
*Sayain-twinz watches as every reader in the room sweat-drops at her awful announcer impersonation* ^_^()