"Pan! Hey wait up! It's Trunks!" Trunks called after Pan, and she
spun around, looking for her caller.
"Hey! What's up?" Pan was really glad to see him; she needed a break. Word had obviously gotten around school, and everyone was talking about what had taken place Friday afternoon. Over the weekend she had confined herself to working out in the private dojo of her grandfather, the famous Hercule.
"Care to tell me about the rumors going around maybe? Tell me the truth about what happened?" Trunks looked inquiringly at her.
"Not really, just beat the shit out of that kid Micah." Pan glared back; ready for any comment he would throw at her.
"Whoa, simmer down Pan-chan," he said, using his old nickname for her. She knew he could feel her ki rising, as she could feel his.
"Sorry," she said, she could finally feel all the stress catching up to her. Trunks knew it too; he gave her a little squeeze on the shoulders for reassurance. She was grateful for it. "I didn't want to hurt him too bad, you know, and he was just really." She struggled to find the word she was looking for.
"Stupid," Trunks finished for her.
"Ya."
"Well, hey, I got some good news. The world tournament is coming up. Even better, it's being held right here in Tokyo this year. You have to compete Pan! It'll be wicked!" Trunks said this with a grin on his face; he enjoyed fighting just like any other Saiyan might.
"I don't know; I have a lot of work ahead of me. It would be fun though." Pan gazed thoughtfully into space.
"It'll be alright. I could help you study and we can both train together. Please?" Pan couldn't say no. With the offer of spending so much time with him, she was more than willing.
"Okay, as long as you keep your promise." Pan giggled.
"Yes!" He gave her a hug, one that lifted her off the ground and they both laughed aloud, despite the people looking at them. They walked to class together; splitting when they came to the fork in the sidewalk and Trunks went left and Pan went right.
Shutting her Trig book Pan stood up and brushed the eraser bits off her lap. Homework had been particularly tough this afternoon, nonetheless Pan had finished in due time. She decided to head over to the Capsule Corp Gym to get some conditioning in. Grabbing her keys she headed out to her car, silver 1989 Beamer in peak condition. Obeying the speed limit Pan busted out her music, One Last Breath, by Creed.
~Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say~
"Hey! What's up?" Pan was really glad to see him; she needed a break. Word had obviously gotten around school, and everyone was talking about what had taken place Friday afternoon. Over the weekend she had confined herself to working out in the private dojo of her grandfather, the famous Hercule.
"Care to tell me about the rumors going around maybe? Tell me the truth about what happened?" Trunks looked inquiringly at her.
"Not really, just beat the shit out of that kid Micah." Pan glared back; ready for any comment he would throw at her.
"Whoa, simmer down Pan-chan," he said, using his old nickname for her. She knew he could feel her ki rising, as she could feel his.
"Sorry," she said, she could finally feel all the stress catching up to her. Trunks knew it too; he gave her a little squeeze on the shoulders for reassurance. She was grateful for it. "I didn't want to hurt him too bad, you know, and he was just really." She struggled to find the word she was looking for.
"Stupid," Trunks finished for her.
"Ya."
"Well, hey, I got some good news. The world tournament is coming up. Even better, it's being held right here in Tokyo this year. You have to compete Pan! It'll be wicked!" Trunks said this with a grin on his face; he enjoyed fighting just like any other Saiyan might.
"I don't know; I have a lot of work ahead of me. It would be fun though." Pan gazed thoughtfully into space.
"It'll be alright. I could help you study and we can both train together. Please?" Pan couldn't say no. With the offer of spending so much time with him, she was more than willing.
"Okay, as long as you keep your promise." Pan giggled.
"Yes!" He gave her a hug, one that lifted her off the ground and they both laughed aloud, despite the people looking at them. They walked to class together; splitting when they came to the fork in the sidewalk and Trunks went left and Pan went right.
Shutting her Trig book Pan stood up and brushed the eraser bits off her lap. Homework had been particularly tough this afternoon, nonetheless Pan had finished in due time. She decided to head over to the Capsule Corp Gym to get some conditioning in. Grabbing her keys she headed out to her car, silver 1989 Beamer in peak condition. Obeying the speed limit Pan busted out her music, One Last Breath, by Creed.
~Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say~