"Hmm let's see So when you put the hypertonic solution then okay, I get it. It goes where it has more room, right?"

"Right."

Trunks smiled as Pan wrote in the answer. He had been helping her with her homework ever since the 'incident'' with her father. It was pretty dull since he knew it all with ease, but if he didn't help he'd just have to listen to her complain about how hard it was. It was pretty depressing, being 30 and working on high school homework. To tell the truth he really should have been doing his own office work, but he was stuck.

Pan noticed Trunks' eyes shift towards his computer as she showed him the next problem. She smiled and walked over and turned on the screen. There were columns of numbers and company names scrolling several pages.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Trunks yelled, jumping up and pulling Pan from his desk. "Those are important documents. They're not for kids." Uh-oh. He though as he felt Pan's ki flare. It continued to rise are her breathing got heavy and erratic.

. . . . . .."I'm not a kid." .

That was it, no screaming, no crying, no kamehameha to the face. Nothing. Trunks let out a sigh of relief and let Pan sit at the computer.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked, grabbing the mouse and reading off some of the company names. "Well" Trunks explained, "first I have to organize all these companies, by name, type and gains and losses. Then I have to try to figure out which ones are still worth endorsing and which we should just scrap. It's a lot of hard work."

"No it isn't." Pan answered, beginning to type. "Hey hey!" Trunks yelled. "You're gonna ruin all my work!" In an instant Trunks was slamming against the wall of his office. He hadn't even seen her move. As he was running back over he saw a new window pop up on the screen and suddenly the whole page vanished, replaced by a small black screen of unreadable data. The screen continued scrolling as he reached her. "WHAT'D YOU DO?!" he screamed, pressing his head up to the screen in horror. "I've been working on that for days!"

Then the black screen disappeared, and a spread sheet popped up. "This is the alphabetized version, and I'm going to do the gains and losses ones next. Unfortunately you'll have to do the type by hand, but next time you start something like this, if you set the type in a column next to the names, I'll be able to set it to make a type list too." Pan smiled as Trunks looked at her in shock. "Wh- hu- how?"

"It's simple" Pan answered. "I just set each row as a separate frame. That way the lists are connected but I can run programs on either column to affect the others. All I had to do was alphebetize the first column and the others matched themselves up. For the gains and losses I just have to do the same thing on that column and run the same operation, then reverse it. It's really simple."

Trunks practically collapsed. He had been working on that for days and had only alphabetized about half of the companies. Now, with all that Pan had done, he could finish by the end of the week.

"Say" Pan said as she started organizing the list by number. "Since I'm doing this do you mind finishing up my homework?" Trunks nodded and both managed to do the others work in less than half the time it would have taken originally.

Several days later, Pan was sitting at home watching TV when the phone rang. A moment later her mother came in and told her Trunks was on the line.

"Hey Trunks, what's up?" Pan greeted, walking outside with the phone.

"Well, my mother gave me another one of those lists, and I was kinda wondering if you'd organize it for me. It'd really be a big help."

"Perhaps." She answered with a devilish smile. "But you'll have to do something for me too."

"No problem, but I won't do your homework again, otherwise you'll never learn anything."

"Oh! You're no fair I'll just have to think something else up instead."

"So then you'll do it?"

"Yeah."

After she had finished doing Trunks' work, Pan announced her price. "You want me to go out with you?!" Trunks screamed. Pan got an exasperated look and stood up to make up for the height difference between them. "I just need you to go with me to one lousy dance, that's all."

"Still, Pan. I'm a respectable business president. I can't be seen dating a high school girl. It'll damage my reputation."

"Yeah, whatever." Pan scoffed. "Listen, I gotta get home. The dance is this Friday, so I'll come by around 6:00 okay?"

"What if I decide not to go?"

"You won't."

He didn't, just like Pan had said, he agreed to go along with her. At 6:00 exactly Pan showed up at Capsule Corporation wearing a simple black dress and her hair out. Trunks let her in and almost laughed when he saw her. "Well Pan's in a dress eh? At least my "date" for the evening won't make me look bad by that. Now if only you were, say ten years older. Then this might not be a total career suicide."

"Oh shut up." Pan smacked his arm and walked in. "Is Bra here?"

"No. She decided to go out with some friends tonight."

"Oh, okay. So you wanna go?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

At Orange Star High School, loud music came out of the gym. Pan walked in followed by Trunks and looked at everyone else there depressedly. She had been in the school for several months now but hadn't managed to make any true friends. Most of the people in the building were strangers to her since she took no part in extra-curricular activities. All the people she saw were in her homeroom and most of them had some sort of preoblem with her. There were only a few girls who talked to her at all, and all they did was smile in her direction.

Seeing Pan's melancholy look, Trunks squeezed her shoulders and moved towards where everyone else was dancing. She shook her head, then went to sit down. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting next to her.

"It's nothing really. It's just that I don't know any of these people here so I feel kinda uncomfortable."

"Well, why'd you come then if you had no reason to?"

"It just that in class some kids were messing with me, asking me out as a joke so I blew them off. So some girl said I wouldn't dare show up at the dance since no guy in his right mind would go out with me. Then, you needed a favor and I thought of what she said so I figured I could use you to get back at them."

Trunks chuckled and leaned back. "Ah Pan-chan. I should have realized you were just using me for my good looks and charms."

"Oh please." Pan retorted.

"Come on Pan. If you wanted to get back at them, why not? Let's go out there and dance. Sitting back here isn't going to prove anything."

"I guess so."

Trunks helped Pan up and walked with her to the center of the gym to dance. She felt awkward at first, as if all eyes were on her, but when she realized the people around her were more concerned with themselves than her she felt more comfortable. During the second song she noticed the girl from her class staring in her direction with some others. She smirked at them, and continued dancing with a genuine smile on her face.

By the end of the evening, Pan was happier than she'd ever been in school. She heard someone make a comment about her as they were leaving, but Trunks convinced her to ignore it. Outside the speaker of the comment came out, accompanied by some others. It was Singo, who'd continued to give her problems since the first day of school.

"Well, the little brat got herself a man. Yo punk! How much is the brat payin ya?"

Trunks put his arm around Pan's shoulders and smiled. "Not a dime. Hell, I should be paying her for this."

Singo smirked and nodded. "Right, I should have figured you were just some wimp. The brat and the wimp couldn't get dates so they went with each other. Isn't that sweet guys?" There were some sarcastic awww's and agreements from the people behind him.

"You're right." Trunks smirked. "I haven't had a good date in years, so Pan showed me a good time. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to return the favor. Trunks shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out several capsules. "Now which one is is?" he muttered, knowing full well which it was he wanted. "I think it might be" He threw the capsule, and a red sports car appeared.

"Not bad." Singo replied, then threw his own capsule, revealing his own car. "You got a nice car man, but it's old. This one here is the latest model."

"Oh." Trunks said with some surprise. "This? This is the wrong car. He went through three more high priced cars before revealing CC's latest motorcycle. He got on with Pan, then waved at Singo who stood open-mouthed.

Driving down the road, Pan leaned forward in the wind. "You didn't have to do that you know."

"Yeah, but I wanted to."