KameMaster: How nothing new in a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time! I'm really
sorry, but I haven't had much time to work on it, plus I wanted to publish
Chapter 3 and 4 together.
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Last time, Pan and Trunks reunited, and Pan tried her hand at gym class. With her Saiyan powers, she went Super Saiyan, and Mr. Satan had to help her. But now, school's cancelled, and Goten and Bulla are still missing. The adventure continues, so read on:
Pan and Trunks walked home from school. The routes they took to get home were pretty much the same.
"Trunks?" Pan asked.
"Yes?"
"How did you first go Super Saiyan?" Trunks rubbed his chin and said, "I could go Super Saiyan as long as I could remember."
For most of the trip, they didn't talk much, until they passed the bank. Police cars were parked all around it. The bank looked like it had a number done on it.
"What the heck happened?" Pan gasped. "A robbery, I guess," Trunks said. "Our best way to help is not to interfere.
Pan nodded, even though she disagreed. They continued and eventually reached their own houses.
Videl was a stay a home mom who basically did chores all day. When Pan came in she gasped. "Why are you home so early?" Videl asked.
"Well, stuff at school happened at school. "Certain affairs" they called it," Pan explained. "I'm not sure what they were, and I'm kind of bummed that were going to have to miss the first day of high school."
"It's okay," Videl said. "You'll have school tomorrow."
"I guess you're right," Pan said. She took a Coke out of the refrigerator and turned on the TV.
"We're live at the West City's First National Bank, which is also the largest bank in Asia," a reporter said on TV. "A robbery is in progress, and Hercule, the World Martial Arts Champion has volunteered to go inside and put a stop to this."
The bank was eight stories high, and was very badly damaged. Pan paid close attention to the television.
"We've just received an update that Hercule has forced these crooks into a retreat," the reporter said. Suddenly, the building went up in flames!
Pan gasped. Videl was washing some dishes when she looked over at the TV. "Oh my!" she said. "Isn't that the bank?"
Pan nodded a little. "M-mom?" Pan stuttered. "Could I go over to Trunks' house?"
"Well... okay," Videl said. "But just stay away from the bank. I don't want you getting hurt."
"Don't worry, Mom," Pan said. She walked out the front door and began to sprint towards the bank.
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"Sorry, Grandpa," Pan thought as she ran down the street. "You helped me so I'll help you!"
At last the burning building was in sight! "Crap," Pan thought. "How do I get into the bank without being seen by at least 20 different cops? There has to be a back entrance!"
Soon enough, Pan could see the back way into the bank. Surprisingly, there weren't any cops guarding it. "Yes!" Pan whispered to herself. "This is my big break!"
She entered the building... and saw that the whole inside was burning! She quickly made her way around the flames and made it up to the 8th story.
"Pan... Pan..." A voice form the corner of the room was calling her. Pan ran over to see Mr. Satan lying in the corner. He had definitely been wounded and was breathing deeply.
"Pan," he said slowly. "They got away. They took all the money. Not a penny's left. It's my fault."
"No, grandpa," Pan said. "It wasn't your fault. You've tried your best, and that's just fine!"
"Now, could you tell me how this building caught on fire?" Pan asked. "Well," Mr. Satan began. "There were two robbers. They were both men and one of them had a bottle of oil or gasoline. I'm not sure which.
"But they dumped all through out the building and than tried to kill me. But one of them said, 'Let him go. He can go up in flames with this building.' Then, he took out a match and ran down to the bottom of the building, where they lit the substance."
"That's terrible!" Pan cried. "Oh, and I forgot one thing," Mr. Satan said urgently. "They planted a bomb that was set to go off in fifteen minutes!"
"Now what do I do?" Pan thought. "If I blast the bomb, it'll just go off sooner! And there's no safe place to detonate it. Plus, even if I do disarm it, the building will burn down!"
Pan looked at her Grandpa. There had to be way to help. Then she remembered her new technique. "Grandpa, we may still be able to get out of this yet!"
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Trunks walked down the street towards Pan's house, ignoring the burning bank.
Eventually he reached Pan's house, and rang the doorbell. Videl answered the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Son," Trunks said.
"Oh, hi, Trunks," Videl said. "Isn't Pan with you?"
Trunks frowned. "That's why I came over here," he said. "My Dad finally let me have a break."
Now Videl was worried. "But if she's not at your house, then where -" They both looked at the burning bank.
"Oh, no... Pan!" Trunks cried. He began to run straight towards the building. Videl stood speechless at the door.
Back at the bank, Pan had gone Super Saiyan. "All we need to do is find a way out," Pan said looking around. Unfortunately, all the windows were blocked by the fire. Pan gritted her teeth.
"Fine. If there's no way out, I'll have to make one!" She aimed her hands at the wall. "Masenko... Ha!" She shouted. A big blast of energy hit the wall, and created a gaping hole.
She went to pick her grandpa, except he was way too heavy! "Sorry, Pan," Mr. Satan said. "But my leg's broken. Just get out of here!"
"No, Grandpa!" Pan protested. "Not without you." With that she aimed some of her energy at Mr. Satan.
"Pan! What are you doing?" Mr. Satan said. "I gave you some of my energy," Pan replied. "You should be able to fly outside, even in your condition. But, tell everyone that there's a bomb here!"
Mr. Satan stood up, nodded, and took off. "Alright, Pan," she said to herself. "Now it's your turn." Suddenly, her energy took a plunge, and she wasn't Super Saiyan anymore. "What the - I must've given Grandpa too much energy!" She looked at the bomb. It read 5:00, which Pan had 5 minutes.
"I have less than one minute to get down each floor?!?!" Pan cried. She sprinted across the room, and began to make her way through the flames. She had made her way down to the 3rd floor, only to find that there were only a few spots that weren't on fire!
"Oh, no," Pan gasped. She scanned her brain for any ideas. She could make another energy blast and scale down the building. No, that wouldn't work. The bomb would go off while she was scaling.
She could try to reach one of the windows and wave for help. No, that wouldn't work either. All the windows were surrounded by fire.
Suddenly, a loud, long beep could be heard. "I'm out of time," Pan cried as a tear ran down her cheek.
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Trunks saw the huge building towering over the horizon. "Yes," he thought. "I made it!" But, Trunks' joy turned to despair as he saw the building go up in flames and explode!
Trunks stopped dead in his tracks and watched wisps of smoke rising up from the building. He was able to hold his tears back. "Pan..." he whispered.
He got closer to the building, but two cops guarded the pile of rubble. "Don't come any closer," one said after he saw Trunks. "We're looking through the rubble to find any survivors." Trunks nodded and tried to smile. "Good, because my friend was in there."
"Well, we'll do our best, son," the other cop said. Trunks walked away wondering many things. "How am I gonna break this to Mrs. Son?" He wondered. "What will I tell my Mom and Dad?"
Mr. Satan and Trunks may be safe, but will become of Pan? All this and more will be revealed next time in "The Afterlife."
Next time, Pan visits a familiar place, but meets someone no one expected to be there. Next time!
Last time, Pan and Trunks reunited, and Pan tried her hand at gym class. With her Saiyan powers, she went Super Saiyan, and Mr. Satan had to help her. But now, school's cancelled, and Goten and Bulla are still missing. The adventure continues, so read on:
Pan and Trunks walked home from school. The routes they took to get home were pretty much the same.
"Trunks?" Pan asked.
"Yes?"
"How did you first go Super Saiyan?" Trunks rubbed his chin and said, "I could go Super Saiyan as long as I could remember."
For most of the trip, they didn't talk much, until they passed the bank. Police cars were parked all around it. The bank looked like it had a number done on it.
"What the heck happened?" Pan gasped. "A robbery, I guess," Trunks said. "Our best way to help is not to interfere.
Pan nodded, even though she disagreed. They continued and eventually reached their own houses.
Videl was a stay a home mom who basically did chores all day. When Pan came in she gasped. "Why are you home so early?" Videl asked.
"Well, stuff at school happened at school. "Certain affairs" they called it," Pan explained. "I'm not sure what they were, and I'm kind of bummed that were going to have to miss the first day of high school."
"It's okay," Videl said. "You'll have school tomorrow."
"I guess you're right," Pan said. She took a Coke out of the refrigerator and turned on the TV.
"We're live at the West City's First National Bank, which is also the largest bank in Asia," a reporter said on TV. "A robbery is in progress, and Hercule, the World Martial Arts Champion has volunteered to go inside and put a stop to this."
The bank was eight stories high, and was very badly damaged. Pan paid close attention to the television.
"We've just received an update that Hercule has forced these crooks into a retreat," the reporter said. Suddenly, the building went up in flames!
Pan gasped. Videl was washing some dishes when she looked over at the TV. "Oh my!" she said. "Isn't that the bank?"
Pan nodded a little. "M-mom?" Pan stuttered. "Could I go over to Trunks' house?"
"Well... okay," Videl said. "But just stay away from the bank. I don't want you getting hurt."
"Don't worry, Mom," Pan said. She walked out the front door and began to sprint towards the bank.
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"Sorry, Grandpa," Pan thought as she ran down the street. "You helped me so I'll help you!"
At last the burning building was in sight! "Crap," Pan thought. "How do I get into the bank without being seen by at least 20 different cops? There has to be a back entrance!"
Soon enough, Pan could see the back way into the bank. Surprisingly, there weren't any cops guarding it. "Yes!" Pan whispered to herself. "This is my big break!"
She entered the building... and saw that the whole inside was burning! She quickly made her way around the flames and made it up to the 8th story.
"Pan... Pan..." A voice form the corner of the room was calling her. Pan ran over to see Mr. Satan lying in the corner. He had definitely been wounded and was breathing deeply.
"Pan," he said slowly. "They got away. They took all the money. Not a penny's left. It's my fault."
"No, grandpa," Pan said. "It wasn't your fault. You've tried your best, and that's just fine!"
"Now, could you tell me how this building caught on fire?" Pan asked. "Well," Mr. Satan began. "There were two robbers. They were both men and one of them had a bottle of oil or gasoline. I'm not sure which.
"But they dumped all through out the building and than tried to kill me. But one of them said, 'Let him go. He can go up in flames with this building.' Then, he took out a match and ran down to the bottom of the building, where they lit the substance."
"That's terrible!" Pan cried. "Oh, and I forgot one thing," Mr. Satan said urgently. "They planted a bomb that was set to go off in fifteen minutes!"
"Now what do I do?" Pan thought. "If I blast the bomb, it'll just go off sooner! And there's no safe place to detonate it. Plus, even if I do disarm it, the building will burn down!"
Pan looked at her Grandpa. There had to be way to help. Then she remembered her new technique. "Grandpa, we may still be able to get out of this yet!"
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Trunks walked down the street towards Pan's house, ignoring the burning bank.
Eventually he reached Pan's house, and rang the doorbell. Videl answered the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Son," Trunks said.
"Oh, hi, Trunks," Videl said. "Isn't Pan with you?"
Trunks frowned. "That's why I came over here," he said. "My Dad finally let me have a break."
Now Videl was worried. "But if she's not at your house, then where -" They both looked at the burning bank.
"Oh, no... Pan!" Trunks cried. He began to run straight towards the building. Videl stood speechless at the door.
Back at the bank, Pan had gone Super Saiyan. "All we need to do is find a way out," Pan said looking around. Unfortunately, all the windows were blocked by the fire. Pan gritted her teeth.
"Fine. If there's no way out, I'll have to make one!" She aimed her hands at the wall. "Masenko... Ha!" She shouted. A big blast of energy hit the wall, and created a gaping hole.
She went to pick her grandpa, except he was way too heavy! "Sorry, Pan," Mr. Satan said. "But my leg's broken. Just get out of here!"
"No, Grandpa!" Pan protested. "Not without you." With that she aimed some of her energy at Mr. Satan.
"Pan! What are you doing?" Mr. Satan said. "I gave you some of my energy," Pan replied. "You should be able to fly outside, even in your condition. But, tell everyone that there's a bomb here!"
Mr. Satan stood up, nodded, and took off. "Alright, Pan," she said to herself. "Now it's your turn." Suddenly, her energy took a plunge, and she wasn't Super Saiyan anymore. "What the - I must've given Grandpa too much energy!" She looked at the bomb. It read 5:00, which Pan had 5 minutes.
"I have less than one minute to get down each floor?!?!" Pan cried. She sprinted across the room, and began to make her way through the flames. She had made her way down to the 3rd floor, only to find that there were only a few spots that weren't on fire!
"Oh, no," Pan gasped. She scanned her brain for any ideas. She could make another energy blast and scale down the building. No, that wouldn't work. The bomb would go off while she was scaling.
She could try to reach one of the windows and wave for help. No, that wouldn't work either. All the windows were surrounded by fire.
Suddenly, a loud, long beep could be heard. "I'm out of time," Pan cried as a tear ran down her cheek.
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Trunks saw the huge building towering over the horizon. "Yes," he thought. "I made it!" But, Trunks' joy turned to despair as he saw the building go up in flames and explode!
Trunks stopped dead in his tracks and watched wisps of smoke rising up from the building. He was able to hold his tears back. "Pan..." he whispered.
He got closer to the building, but two cops guarded the pile of rubble. "Don't come any closer," one said after he saw Trunks. "We're looking through the rubble to find any survivors." Trunks nodded and tried to smile. "Good, because my friend was in there."
"Well, we'll do our best, son," the other cop said. Trunks walked away wondering many things. "How am I gonna break this to Mrs. Son?" He wondered. "What will I tell my Mom and Dad?"
Mr. Satan and Trunks may be safe, but will become of Pan? All this and more will be revealed next time in "The Afterlife."
Next time, Pan visits a familiar place, but meets someone no one expected to be there. Next time!
