As time went by things got better for Pan. School was no longer so much of a hassle and her friendship with Trunks, Bra and everyone else was secure.
Pan and Trunks sat in the livingroom of the Son household playing a fighting game. Although Trunks was far stronger than her in life, he was never able to beat her when it came to video games. She snickered as she delivered the final blow for her fourteenth straight victory. Trunks groaned and dropped his controller.
"Giving up already?" Pan asked playfully. He smiled and quickly grabbed the controller. "I'll still play my little Pan-chan, but this time I get to be Saikou." Pan nodded and hit start. While Trunks chose the chinese woman Pan had been using for the last three rounds, Pan took Minikui, the bulky red-haired man. As the game began she heard the phone ring and her father stand to answer it.
"Oh hello Mr. Chusha."
Pan's vision lost its focus on the t.v. as a knot quickly formed in her stomach. Trunks quickly beat her and let out a victorious cry before noticing Pans blank expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Pan brought her finger to her lips and continued listening to her fathers conversation.
"For this marking period? No-oo." "I see, well she should be." "Yes." "Oh she will. I'll make her do every-" "I don't care. She knows better and she will do them." "I'm sure it will but that will just have to be part of her punishment." "Yes, please do that."
Gohan's voice seemed to get lower and she was unable to hear him for several minutes till he moved closer to the hallway.
"She should already be on probation." "Don't hesitate to." "I will talk to her." "No problem. Thank-" "Thank you for calling Mr. Chusha. Talk to you soon. Bye bye."
"Pan! Kitchen!" His voice demanded as soon as the phone was put back. Pan flinched and stood up. "You better go home." She whispered. Her voice sounded almost heartbroken. Trunks nodded and quickly left, but not without noticing Gohans dissapproving look for his daughter.
"I just finished talking to Mr. Chusha, so you know what this is about." Gohan stated as Pan sat down. "So what is this about?" he asked. Pan simply shook her head. She knew it was about her homework. She had done one of five in the last term, and was behind this term as well. Still she didn't want to take a chance on this being about something else. He had mentioned probation, and it was possible that that was what this was about.
"Are there that many things that you can't pick just one?" Gohan asked almost cynically. Pan shook her head and muttered a quick "no".
"So where's your report card?" he asked. Pan quickly replied with a practiced answer. "It's upstairs. I knew you'd get upset and I wanted to talk to my teachers first so I'd know about the grades before showing it to you."
"And did you talk to Mr. Chusha?"
"I didn't have to. He didn't give me a bad grade."
"Either way. You did only one of eleven homeworks in the first marking period, and you've done one of four so far in this one." Pan shook her head indignantly. Pan swallowed hard, refusing to cry like she so often did, especially when her father yelled at her like this. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. She could stay strong now. She fought the tears till now and she would hold out.
"That's wrong." She said.
It was. They only had five homeworks in the first markng period, and she did them all. It wasn't till the second that she messed up. Gohan half smiled in disbelief. "Are there any other classes you're not doing homework in?"
"History."
"History? The class you're having all this trouble in? You can't even pass the test and you aren't doing the homework?"
Pan gritted her teeth as tears stang her eyes. She had been so strong till then!
"I know." She said, almost yelling. "That's why I'm failing and why I want to drop the course. I already talked to my grade advisor and she said it's fine."
"And when were you going to tell me this?" Gohan asked, his eyes widening. Pan felt like hitting him then, he could be such a moron. She had told him about it when he saw her last report card.
"I did tell you." She said as the first tear slipped down her cheek.
"I don't remember that. Why are you going to leave?"
Another tear rolled down Pans dry cheek. Her voice came almost whining. "There's no point. Unless I take the test at the end of the year I won't get advanced credit anyway. And I know I'm not going to pass so why make you pay $80 for me to take it just to get the special credit. I'll just get a history credit if I don't."
"So you're taking the class and just not the test?"
The urge to hit her father quickly returned. "NO. I'm going to take a regular history to get the regular credit."
"Do you have any homework to do now?" Gohan asked, quickly changing the subject. To be honest, he wasn't exactly sure what Pan was saying and didn't want to embarrass himself further.
"I just have to read a chapter."
"Go do that."
Pan got up and headed for her room. Her tears rushed out then and she was thankful that only two had escaped infront of her father.
She went into her room and flopped on her bed then picked up a magazine. If her father asked what happened in the chapter she would explain the events of a chapter she had already read. She was too frustrated to do homework now.