Chapter two

Same mall, same two friends.

"What's wrong with you bra?" Pan is looking at me, concern plain on her open countenance.

"Yeah what's up with you?" Marron flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder before taking another sip of her frozen cappuccino. She was always drinking those damn things.

"Oh nothing, it's just.."

"Your bored to death of this place?" I look at Pan in shock, an amused glimmer in her eyes.

I touch the end of my nose, to indicate she hit the nail right on the head.

"Been thinking about outer space lately?" The smile turned into the full blown Son family grin and the gleam in her eyes got brighter.

My jaw dropped.

Sometimes, Son Pan simply amazes me. She went from a wild tom-boy who was crazy about my brother, to a gorgeous sophisticated bombshell who my brother is crazy about.

She had grown out those hideous bangs we had both had in our childhoods, I having trades mine for a face frame, and now had a sleek black chin length bob. When it wasn't tucked behind her ears, it was curving around her face giving her black eyes an even more mysterious quality that attracted men like Goku-san to food!

I was just a hotty, no mystery here! Unless you count the alien heritage… but Pan has that too!

She had worn a purple belly shirt and a pair of low-slung shorts. The outfitted showed off her Purple jeweled belly button ring I had paid for her to get when she had turned eighteen.

If Gohan had seen his daughter walk out of the house he would have fainted.

I was broken out of my reeve by the eerie feeling of being watched.

Those gorgeous Violet eyes were locked on me, the grin still in place, but those purple pools betrayed her concern.

Not even sayjin eyes can lie, well except for maybe papa, but I grew up with Bulma the observant wonder, as a mom and I can read him like a book!

Pan never tries to hide anything from me, we look at each other an know the other's thoughts, it's partly our inherited sayjin telepathy, but also due to her inherited Son openness and the fact that we have been friends since I was born a year after her.

"Don't leave for space just yet Bra!" I snapped back to reality again, boy can I concentrate or what lately?

"Wait, leave for space? Oh no Son Pan you are not suggesting what I think you are.."

If a Son grin could get any bigger it just did.

"Pan that's crazy1 What would I do? Where would I go? How…"

"That's the whole fun of it! You don't know!"

"Pan you know yourself how dangerous it is out there."

"and you are nearly a super sayjin, you just need a little more training."

"It's not as easy as that, you know strong emotion is needed to make the change."

"Hai, and what better way to achieve it that an adventure!"

"Pan…"

"Think of how proud your dad would be if you went super sayjin or even level two, or three!"

"Now you are just talking crazy talk."

"No I'm serious, it's possible! Just look at Grandpa!!"

"Anytime!" Marron chimed in for the first time threw out our conversation, having decided it boring and taken to chattering on her phone about the latest gossip

Bra giggled as Pan rolled her eyes, as Marron made a very unlady-like drooly faces she reserved only for Son Goku.

"You two are the biggest perverts in existences."

"Sorry Pan, he maybe your Grandfather but he is still a mega hunk."

"Ugh disgusting!"

"I have to actually agree with Marron on this one, sexiest old man ever!"

"There is always your dad, Bra, he's bit short for me but I bet he's tall where…"

"MARRON!"

Ever since the mall, dear diary, I can't keep my mind off the idea, it'd not that it's novelty. It's been done before, several times in fact. I am the only one out of our group of family and friends that hasn't been in spaces!

And unless you count cleaning out the attic and adventure…

With a sigh Bra out her pen and diary down. She had been writing in it more an more lately.

For everyone else she knew, there had been some great passion in their life. Even when Goku-san and Krillin-san were children they were driven to be great fighters. Yamcha-san's passion, unfortunately for him, had been my mother, but her passion had become my father, and well Papa was just full of passion.

I've only ever been kissed once in my life! When I turned sweet sixteen, Goten had taken me aside and asked me what my greatest desire was.

"A passionate kiss from a handsome man." I had replied coyly. A devious smile had crossed his face. With out so much as a word, he had wrapped me up in steel like arms and kissed me fervently until I felt lightheaded. I wink and a peck, then it was over.

I had been labeled a prude in high school. It was bad enough my wealth and intelligences had separated me from ever one else but then I had to be labeled.

I has remembered being hot and flushed after Goten's kiss, but I would hardly call it lust.

Being half sayjin, my father once informed me, meant I would go threw certain changes that were quite a bit different from human puberty.

Sayjins, like most other species on this planet and others, go into heat.

I Haven't yet.

Pan did, and despite how much she bitched about how awful it was, I still envy her.

She had felt so much.

On my father's instruction, I took Pan to a secluded area that had been picked out by Gohan earlier, and there I spent nine days watching Pan wriggle and moan.

She was latter told it was absolute suffering.

Being unfulfilled.

The slightest touch from my hand sent Pan into a frenzy as I washed her brow wit cool water. I had been worried about the fever, but Papa had said it was normal.

That kind of suffering would be much preferred to this kind. Try being unfulfilled and feeling almost nothing.

"I could pre- stock one of the repaired pods, set off mom's security system and make off in the middle of all the ensuing chaos." The thought came to her unbidden. Suddenly it had just been there.

"Why not? I mean what couldn't I, the daughter of one of the strongest beings in the universe and one of the smartest, not handle?"

As with all the Brief's, once they were stuck on a train of thought it was impossible to derail them.

Bra hurriedly sat at her desk and began to scribble down figures and list.

A plan had been formed.