Satan's Advocate runs away from mad reviewers. SORRY!! I updated! And,
:struts along proudly:
I even answered your questions! HA! Am I a good author or what?! Erm...Anyways...
Scared for life: NOOOO!!! EWWW...Ok. How can you even think that?! I can see why you are scared for
life. I may be a twisted writer. But not THAT twisted. :Shudders:
GohansBabe and Yoli: Ok. Since your Gohan's Babe, I'm thinking your a girl right? You know how we girls
have our week of the month where the bloodybaron comes and bares its wonderful, lovable damn teeth into
out guts giving us the cramps of our lives? Well, we are supposidly :sweatdrops: supposed to mark these
days on our calender ahead of time so we can be 'prepaired' Videl did, and she checked her calender saw
that it was her day. And that she wasn't bleeding. So naturally she freaked....Hell I would.
Ok. I am a t/p lover, but no this will not be a t/p story. Heck guys I can barely pull off G/V, I would DIE!
:Pouts: As for the italics (Curses beyond curses) Alright guys heres the deal. All italics will now be in
(Parenthises) Got it. Good.
Remember 10 reviews!
~~
Chapter 7. Pan. :Earlier in the day, before comming home and discovering cookies:(Which she will get in trouble for eating later) ~~
grace
she takes the blame
she covers the shame
removes the stain
it could be her name
Ok. So it had been a relativly (Boring) day at school. But hell, everyday was right? Right.
So Son Pan sat in the back row of her math class. Praying that the teacher wouldn't call on her like she did
almost everyother day. She doodled on her notebook and thought about how she could convince her
locker buddy to abandon her so she could dominate it for herself. (She was sick of all this chicks boyfriends
hanging around it) Pan was already in middle school (Grade 8) due to her father's wonderful teaching
capibilities. (And the fact he pounded everything into her head till she couldn't see straight.)
But that was besides the point. Right now Pan needed to think.
Because she had discovered something. Something she was pretty sure she didn't want to.
A scent.
grace
it's a name for a girl
it's also a thought that
changed the world
Now normally Pan wasn't to picky about the scents swirling around her house (Unless they were food)
They were mainly her dad's aftershave, (demi-saiyans' hair grows!) and her mom's shampoo, and yes, Pan
would admit, her own shampoo as well. Sometimes Pan got wiffs of other things, she didn't want to think
about but, this, was different than that. She was almost 100% sure.
It didn't smell like anything resembling her families normal scents. It smelled completely different. And Pan
was almost positive it was male.
and when she walks on the street
you can hear the strings
grace finds goodness
in everything
Now she knew her dad (Deffinatley) didn't bend that way, not that he would do it anyway. So that
left her mom. But...She wouldn't do that either. Pan sighed and turned to another notebook page, the first
one had been filled up with countless scribbles of her name being written again and again.
Well...Her dad didn't really compliment her mom that much. Never really said she looked pretty, and her mom
was pretty, she'd heard Bulma say that time. And compliments from Bulma were usually rare and far
between. Yeah. dad only really complimented her mom's cooking, and event then it usually consisted of
'Wow Viddy! You cook better then mom!' Pan snorted lightly. Yeah. Some compliment.
grace
she's got the walk
not on a wrapper on chalk
she's got the time to talk
So maybe her mom just found compliments elsewhere. It wouldn't be hard, she was, after all. (The)
daughter of Satan Hercule. Pan shook her head. Her mom wouldn't do that, sure, her daddy may be a dorky
scholar, with no romantic bones in him oncesoever, but, he was a sweetheart. Atleast that's what grandma
said.
Come to think of it. Grandma said that about Uncle Goten too, and he was a deffinate blockhead.
But...No. No. If her mom had an issue she usually described it to the family, and rather loudly. And what
was Pan thinking?! Her dad may not be a romantist, but, he loved her mom, for that she was sure. She
remembered his constant fidgeting when Videl had gone to the party.
The party.
Pan put her head in her hand, after setting down her pen. Actually, after her mom usually got home from
stuff like that, her dad was usually (Very) cheerful the next day. Instead he was moping.
Maybe that was it. Maybe....Something went wrong at the party, because she knew her mom certainly
wouldn't do it on purpose.
Maybe she got drunk...Maybe she was r-. Pan shook her head. Nope, deffinatley not. Her mom could have
been close to unconciousness with her hands tied behind her back and that wouldn't have happend. Her
mom was a fighter, as was she. And Pan would certainly not let that happen to (Her.)
she travels outside
of karma, karma
she travel outside
of karma
......Perhaps she was just imagining it. Sure, her mom seemed a little out of wack. But, Pan had
glanced at the calender and it was after all, her time of month. And maybe, due to Videl's popularly known
temper, and raging hormones due to her period, they had fought.
That was not uncommon. What was uncommon was that, they didn't make up right away. But, but.... Pan
shook her head. Damn! She was really getting to far into this.
grace
she carries a world on her hips
no champagne flute for her lips
no twirls or skips
betwen her fingertips
It was just a fight. If that. And the scent she was imagining was probably just that. Her imagination. Pan
looked to the board and almost shrieked. 40 problems had been lined up while she had been 'thinking'
Turning to a brand new page, and wiping her mind of all the nasties, she was currently stocking up she
began to copy the problems.
Nothing was wrong.
Her mom loved her dad, her dad loved her mom.
Nothing was wrong.
Her family was perfect.
Nothing was wrong.
what left a mark
no longer stains
because grace makes beauty
out of ugly things
grace finds beauty
in everything ~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok doki. This is the chapter. Folks I hope you like it, now I must address an issue with my finger. You
see, I have acid on it, and it is currently eating away my thumb. I'm serious! It hurts! I'm actually kind of
scared. Which is a relativly new feeling for me and I don't like it.
Ok, so 10 reviews. And I shall proudly update. (Providing I am in the state to do so)
Lots of love,
Jaina
I even answered your questions! HA! Am I a good author or what?! Erm...Anyways...
Scared for life: NOOOO!!! EWWW...Ok. How can you even think that?! I can see why you are scared for
life. I may be a twisted writer. But not THAT twisted. :Shudders:
GohansBabe and Yoli: Ok. Since your Gohan's Babe, I'm thinking your a girl right? You know how we girls
have our week of the month where the bloodybaron comes and bares its wonderful, lovable damn teeth into
out guts giving us the cramps of our lives? Well, we are supposidly :sweatdrops: supposed to mark these
days on our calender ahead of time so we can be 'prepaired' Videl did, and she checked her calender saw
that it was her day. And that she wasn't bleeding. So naturally she freaked....Hell I would.
Ok. I am a t/p lover, but no this will not be a t/p story. Heck guys I can barely pull off G/V, I would DIE!
:Pouts: As for the italics (Curses beyond curses) Alright guys heres the deal. All italics will now be in
(Parenthises) Got it. Good.
Remember 10 reviews!
~~
Chapter 7. Pan. :Earlier in the day, before comming home and discovering cookies:(Which she will get in trouble for eating later) ~~
grace
she takes the blame
she covers the shame
removes the stain
it could be her name
Ok. So it had been a relativly (Boring) day at school. But hell, everyday was right? Right.
So Son Pan sat in the back row of her math class. Praying that the teacher wouldn't call on her like she did
almost everyother day. She doodled on her notebook and thought about how she could convince her
locker buddy to abandon her so she could dominate it for herself. (She was sick of all this chicks boyfriends
hanging around it) Pan was already in middle school (Grade 8) due to her father's wonderful teaching
capibilities. (And the fact he pounded everything into her head till she couldn't see straight.)
But that was besides the point. Right now Pan needed to think.
Because she had discovered something. Something she was pretty sure she didn't want to.
A scent.
grace
it's a name for a girl
it's also a thought that
changed the world
Now normally Pan wasn't to picky about the scents swirling around her house (Unless they were food)
They were mainly her dad's aftershave, (demi-saiyans' hair grows!) and her mom's shampoo, and yes, Pan
would admit, her own shampoo as well. Sometimes Pan got wiffs of other things, she didn't want to think
about but, this, was different than that. She was almost 100% sure.
It didn't smell like anything resembling her families normal scents. It smelled completely different. And Pan
was almost positive it was male.
and when she walks on the street
you can hear the strings
grace finds goodness
in everything
Now she knew her dad (Deffinatley) didn't bend that way, not that he would do it anyway. So that
left her mom. But...She wouldn't do that either. Pan sighed and turned to another notebook page, the first
one had been filled up with countless scribbles of her name being written again and again.
Well...Her dad didn't really compliment her mom that much. Never really said she looked pretty, and her mom
was pretty, she'd heard Bulma say that time. And compliments from Bulma were usually rare and far
between. Yeah. dad only really complimented her mom's cooking, and event then it usually consisted of
'Wow Viddy! You cook better then mom!' Pan snorted lightly. Yeah. Some compliment.
grace
she's got the walk
not on a wrapper on chalk
she's got the time to talk
So maybe her mom just found compliments elsewhere. It wouldn't be hard, she was, after all. (The)
daughter of Satan Hercule. Pan shook her head. Her mom wouldn't do that, sure, her daddy may be a dorky
scholar, with no romantic bones in him oncesoever, but, he was a sweetheart. Atleast that's what grandma
said.
Come to think of it. Grandma said that about Uncle Goten too, and he was a deffinate blockhead.
But...No. No. If her mom had an issue she usually described it to the family, and rather loudly. And what
was Pan thinking?! Her dad may not be a romantist, but, he loved her mom, for that she was sure. She
remembered his constant fidgeting when Videl had gone to the party.
The party.
Pan put her head in her hand, after setting down her pen. Actually, after her mom usually got home from
stuff like that, her dad was usually (Very) cheerful the next day. Instead he was moping.
Maybe that was it. Maybe....Something went wrong at the party, because she knew her mom certainly
wouldn't do it on purpose.
Maybe she got drunk...Maybe she was r-. Pan shook her head. Nope, deffinatley not. Her mom could have
been close to unconciousness with her hands tied behind her back and that wouldn't have happend. Her
mom was a fighter, as was she. And Pan would certainly not let that happen to (Her.)
she travels outside
of karma, karma
she travel outside
of karma
......Perhaps she was just imagining it. Sure, her mom seemed a little out of wack. But, Pan had
glanced at the calender and it was after all, her time of month. And maybe, due to Videl's popularly known
temper, and raging hormones due to her period, they had fought.
That was not uncommon. What was uncommon was that, they didn't make up right away. But, but.... Pan
shook her head. Damn! She was really getting to far into this.
grace
she carries a world on her hips
no champagne flute for her lips
no twirls or skips
betwen her fingertips
It was just a fight. If that. And the scent she was imagining was probably just that. Her imagination. Pan
looked to the board and almost shrieked. 40 problems had been lined up while she had been 'thinking'
Turning to a brand new page, and wiping her mind of all the nasties, she was currently stocking up she
began to copy the problems.
Nothing was wrong.
Her mom loved her dad, her dad loved her mom.
Nothing was wrong.
Her family was perfect.
Nothing was wrong.
what left a mark
no longer stains
because grace makes beauty
out of ugly things
grace finds beauty
in everything ~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok doki. This is the chapter. Folks I hope you like it, now I must address an issue with my finger. You
see, I have acid on it, and it is currently eating away my thumb. I'm serious! It hurts! I'm actually kind of
scared. Which is a relativly new feeling for me and I don't like it.
Ok, so 10 reviews. And I shall proudly update. (Providing I am in the state to do so)
Lots of love,
Jaina