I would like to thank everyone who read my first fic. Your reviews meant a great deal to me. Thank you again. I'll have the next couple of chapters up this week sometime.
Chapter 2 - Introductions
Pan's eyes slowly crept open to a blinding light. She winced as she attempted to move, the pain almost unbearable. As she slowly looked around the room she was in, she noticed all the medical equipment that was attached to her body. Everything from IVs to a heart monitor. As she slipped back into unconsciousness, she thought she saw a lavender haired figure asleep in a chair in the far side of the room. But she didn't have enough strength to stay awake.
Pan awoke once more, this time she felt a little stronger, and was able to move slightly. However, movement still caused a great deal of pain. So she slowly sat up, being as careful as she could. This time she took a better look around the room. It was very well lit room, with walls of white and very little in the way of decoration. It was quite obvious this was a recovery room of some sort. It had tons of medical equipment, with most of it hooked up to her. This time when she looked at the chair on the other side of the room it was unoccupied. She was a little disappointed at this. This whole situation was quite confusing for her. The last thing that she remembered was a gold fighter charging her. After that she is completely blank, but estimating from her wounds, she would bet that she lost.
"It would seem that you're awake. You really had me scared for a while," said the kindest and most endearing voice that Pan had ever heard in her life. Pan looked at the doorway to her room and saw an aged woman. She wasn't exactly old, but the lines that marked her face told a different story. One of pain and loss. She could tell that this woman had suffered greatly during her life time. "Who are you?" Pan asked with curiosity. "I am the woman that saved your life. But you can just call me Bulma," the lady said with a wink. "Bulma, huh? May I ask how I got here. I can't seem to really remember," asked Pan with obvious confusion. "Well, it seems that you had an unfortunate run-in with my son. Apparently you were planning on breaking into our house," replied Bulma with no apparent harshness. "You mean I'm inside Capsule Corp?" "Yes, my dear. After your battle with my son, he brought you here for treatment. He was extremely worried for your well being. Evidently he felt extremely guilty for nearly killing you in your battle. I swear guilt will be the absolute death of that boy. Its actually a miracle that Trunks wasn't in here himself when you awoke. He has practically lived in this room for the last week," replied Bulma. "LAST WEEK! I've been in here for a week?" "Yes my dear. Your injuries were quite severe, if it wasn't for Trunks bringing you here, you would have died. Which is kind of ironic given he was the one who inflicted them."
"She's finally awake?" asked Trunks as he slowly walked through the doorway. "You!" said Pan angrily. "Hey wait a minute," said Trunks nervously as he tried hiding behind his mother, "I'm sorry about everything, but I did try to help you afterwards. That counts for something, right?" Pan just gave Trunks an absolute go to Hell and rot look. Bulma saw this and said, "I know that you might be angry at my son, God knows I was when I saw what he had done to you, but you must know that he was genuinely sorry for the injuries he caused you." Pan just crossed her arms, and looked away. Being as absolutely defiant as she could. "Trunks honey, I think it would be better if you left right now," Bulma whispered to her son. He nodded his head and left the room promptly. He might be the strongest person on Earth, but there wasn't a chance in Hell that he was going to upset his mother.
"Look Pan, that is your name correct?" asked Bulma. "Yes, that's my name." "You shouldn't be so hard on Trunks, he's already tearing himself up over this. It's not going to help by you making him feel even more guilty. I know that your mad. But believe me, he's madder at himself then you could ever possibly be." Pan sat there for a minute, trying to absorb everything Bulma was saying. Then it clicked. "Did you just say Trunks? As in destroyer of the Androids Trunks?" Pan asked with earnest. "Yes, why do you ask." Now everything made so much sense to her. Now she understood why he had beat her with such ease and effortlessness. "Its no wonder then why I've been lying in her for a week. You are right, I am lucky to be alive after battling with the infamous Trunks. In fact I'm lucky to be all in one piece," Pan said with astonishment. Bulma just looked at Pan as if she had been on drugs or something. 'Could this girl possibly not have known who she had been picking a fight with, and if so, poor girl,' Bulma thought to herself.
"I think we can take you off most of this equipment now. However, I strongly suggest that you stay in our care for at least a few more weeks. So that we can monitor your recovery," said Bulma with such an absoluteness in her voice that Pan didn't dare to argue with her. "May I at least have another room if I'm to stay here for a few more weeks. I don't know how much more of all this white I can take. I need some color, some variety," Pan requested. Bulma just laughed and said, "Sure honey, you can switch rooms. I'll grab a wheelchair, and we can go find you a new room. How does that sound." "That sounds good Bulma," Pan said with a slight smile. Bulma's kindness was difficult to resist, not that she really cared to. Walking at the moment seemed an impossible feat.
Bulma quickly left the room, then returning shortly with a wheelchair. Bulma gently lifted Pan's still somewhat broken body, and eased her into the chair. "You sure do possess some surprising strength Bulma," said Pan with some amazement as they left the room. "Trunks isn't the only one who can handle himself around here." Pan let out a little laugh, and then grimaced from the pain that the laughing had induced.
"Okay, you have a couple choices. Do you want a room near the kitchen, the gym, or one by the rest of the sleeping quarters?" asked Bulma as she slowly wheeled Pan out of the room. Pan thought for a bit before saying, "The kitchen, it would be easiest to make snack runs from there. And probably less painful since I wouldn't have to go as far if I got hungry." The two women just laughed. "Alright then, by the kitchen it is," announced Bulma.
"So doc, you haven't told me the complete extent of my injuries yet," Pan said as she was being wheeled down one of Capsule Corp.'s many long hallways. Bulma laughed a little at being called a doctor and replied, "Well it's a pretty long list, are you sure you really want to know?" "Why not? It'll give us something to talk about on our way." "I'm sure we could find something better to talk about." "Bulma pleeeeeease tell me," Pan begged with the saddest puppy dog face that Bulma had ever seen, and that's what did it. Bulma gave in and told her, "Well, where do I begin. First you have two hairline fractures in your left foot along the metacarpals. So you should stay off your feet for several weeks. And Pan I mean that." Bulma gave her a vicious gaze that implied she meant business. "Also, your wrist bones, were completely crushed. They had to be totally reconstructed, and braced with pins. That one is going to take a bit longer to heal. You also had a punctured lung and some internal bleeding. You gave us a real scare with that one. You also had some slight hemorrhaging, and a dislocated shoulder. Besides that, you just had some contusions and lacerations." "Contusions and lacera-whata?" questioned a confused Pan. "Contusions and lacerations. Bruises and cuts. You had a rather large laceration along your stomach. I hate to say it, but it is going to scar. I'm not much of the plastic surgeon." "What's a plastic surgeon? How do you perform surgery on plastic?" asked Pan completely dumbfounded. Bulma let out a little laugh. "Before the Androids came there were doctors that did beauty based surgeries. Such as nose reconstruction and breast implants. They might have been able to prevent your stomach from scaring." "I don't care that much about scars Bulma. They're life's reminders," Pan said kind of solemnly. "And what's that reminder going to be?" Pan held her stomach, and said quietly, "Never to let someone take me by surprise again. Not even if he is more powerful than me." Bulma just patted Pan on the shoulder. 'The girl is taking this loss to my son almost as hard as Trunks is taking winning it.' "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" screamed Pan. At that moment Bulma realized what shoulder she was patting. "I am so sorry Pan. I completely forgot.," replied Bulma very apologetically. "Its okay," grimaced Pan.
"I was wondering Bulma, how were you able to do surgery on me. Being from the Briefs family I would have guessed that you were a tech wiz," asked Pan. "Well I was, or still am. But as the Androids began killing and hurting so many, I volunteered at many of the triage points. You learn quickly that way," Bulma said with a half frown. Bulma remembered those horrible times all too well. 'Poor girl, those times are pretty much the only ones that she really knows. I can't blame her for wanting to rob us. Times are still hard. And they will be for sometime and until the government can gain a good foothold," Bulma thought a bit depressed.
They arrived on the hall that would soon hold Pan's home for the next couple of weeks. "Well Pan, you have a few options. There are four rooms on this hall, and you can have which ever one you want," then Bulma leaned down and whispered, "And the kitchen as at the end of the hall on your right," into Pan's ear with a wink. "That sounds close enough for me," Pan said winking back at Bulma. Bulma rolled Pan over to the first room, and opened the door. The two then entered the room, and looked around.
It was a rather plain room, which seemed to be decorated on a grayscale. Everything was a soft gray or white. There was a large bed which possessed the only dark color in the entire room, which was the black comforter. "This room is still a little too white. It would remind me of that recovery room that I just left. So this one is gonna have to be a no." Bulma just chuckled and wheeled Pan into the room that was across the hall from the one they were just in. This one was decorated in early pink. To Pan it looked like a little girl's room. "I'm not ten anymore, so I'm going to have to pass on this room as well." Bulma flat busted-out laughing at this comment.
They rolled to the adjacent room and opened the door. Bulma froze as she entered this room. This room had been Gohan's when he had been training Trunks. This room held too many memories for Bulma's liking. "Okay how about we try the next," Bulma said almost with a quiver. "Now hold on a sec Bulma. I kind of like this room. It has a nice flow of blue, and looks lived in," replied Pan. "That's because no one has been here since its last occupant," Bulma said sadly. Pan didn't seem to notice Bulma's tone of voice. "Well whoever was here last did a great job with this room. It just looks so peaceful and tranquil. I think this would be a great room to recuperate in. If it is okay with you, I would like to stay here Bulma," asked Pan. Bulma quickly wiped away a tear that was streaking down her face and said, "Well, I can't see why not." Pan just smiled, unable to believe that she found a room that seemed to be so perfect. 'Just wait until Trunks' hears what room Pan is staying in.'
"I'm feeling a bit tired Bulma. Do you think you could help me into bed so that I can get a little bit of rest," asked a drowsy Pan. "I guess being wheeled around took a lot out of you," kidded Bulma. "You have the hell beat out of you, and then you can talk to me about," said Pan sarcastically. "I'll pass. I'm not that dumb." The two just laughed, well mainly Bulma. Pan hurt to much to laugh a lot. Bulma then lifted Pan, and laid her gently on the bed. She tucked in the young girl before saying, "Here is the remote to the television. Of course the only thing you'll be able to watch is news, but at least its something. And here is a buzzer if you need anything. Either myself or Trunks will come if you need us, so don't be hesitant about using it." "Thanks Bulma. You have been such a great help to me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank you enough. Especially since I was planning on breaking into your house, yet you have still been incredibly kind to me." "Don't worry about it honey. There is no hard feelings. If anything I understand where you're coming from. I'm not so naïve that I don't realize what it must be like to grow up in a world devastated by the Androids. I did raise a son during those times." "And you did a good job Bulma. I only wish I would have had a mother like you," Pan said with a little sadness.
"My mother died while I was still young. Growing up on the streets wasn't the best of parents, but it did teach me how to survive." "What about your father? What happened to him." "I never knew my father. He disappeared before he even knew my mother was pregnant. My mother looked for him after I was born, but she didn't find him. Then, about ten years ago, my mother received word that my father perished at the hands of the Androids. My mother tracked down the Androids, and attempted to take revenge for my father's death. But like my father, she was killed as well. I was seven at the time, and from then on, I made a pact with myself to avenge the death of my parents. So I learned to fight, I had to just to survive. When I was about 11, I stumbled upon a giant tortoise. He lead me across the ocean to a remote island. There was a master of martial arts there. After I told him of my story, he agreed to train me. I stayed there for several years until I felt I could learn no more, and then set out on my own again. I was about fifteen at the time. When I got back to the mainland, I found out that Trunks Brief had destroyed the Androids. I was disappointed that I would never be able to avenge my parent, and fell into depression. I had lost all drive in my life. I didn't know what to do. I stumbled along for several months until I discovered that I could use my strength for my advantage. Such as stealing, and things of that nature," Pan said this with a sigh. Acknowledging that her decisions went weren't the best ones that she could have made. "So I got into the crime world, working for several crime bosses and handling their dirty work. That's how I ended up with those two men Trunks saw me with." "That is quite the story Pan. Quite the depressing one really. Well, I'll make sure that you don't have to go back to that kind of life. I can give you a job in my company. We could use a person with your…charisma." "My charisma huh" The two women laughed. "Okay, well you think about it Pan. I'll let you rest now. Buzz us if you need us." "Thank you Bulma, you really are too kind." With that, Bulma smiled and left the room.
Pan laid back, at looked around the room. She was extremely glad that she had picked this room. She couldn't have decorated the room any better if she had done it herself. She wondered who had been the mysterious guest that had stayed here prior to herself. Bulma didn't really talk about him or her too much. She didn't even mention the person's name. She wondered if she would get to meet the person. The day's excitement seemed to really take a lot out of her, and before she knew it, she was sleeping peacefully.
Chapter 2 - Introductions
Pan's eyes slowly crept open to a blinding light. She winced as she attempted to move, the pain almost unbearable. As she slowly looked around the room she was in, she noticed all the medical equipment that was attached to her body. Everything from IVs to a heart monitor. As she slipped back into unconsciousness, she thought she saw a lavender haired figure asleep in a chair in the far side of the room. But she didn't have enough strength to stay awake.
Pan awoke once more, this time she felt a little stronger, and was able to move slightly. However, movement still caused a great deal of pain. So she slowly sat up, being as careful as she could. This time she took a better look around the room. It was very well lit room, with walls of white and very little in the way of decoration. It was quite obvious this was a recovery room of some sort. It had tons of medical equipment, with most of it hooked up to her. This time when she looked at the chair on the other side of the room it was unoccupied. She was a little disappointed at this. This whole situation was quite confusing for her. The last thing that she remembered was a gold fighter charging her. After that she is completely blank, but estimating from her wounds, she would bet that she lost.
"It would seem that you're awake. You really had me scared for a while," said the kindest and most endearing voice that Pan had ever heard in her life. Pan looked at the doorway to her room and saw an aged woman. She wasn't exactly old, but the lines that marked her face told a different story. One of pain and loss. She could tell that this woman had suffered greatly during her life time. "Who are you?" Pan asked with curiosity. "I am the woman that saved your life. But you can just call me Bulma," the lady said with a wink. "Bulma, huh? May I ask how I got here. I can't seem to really remember," asked Pan with obvious confusion. "Well, it seems that you had an unfortunate run-in with my son. Apparently you were planning on breaking into our house," replied Bulma with no apparent harshness. "You mean I'm inside Capsule Corp?" "Yes, my dear. After your battle with my son, he brought you here for treatment. He was extremely worried for your well being. Evidently he felt extremely guilty for nearly killing you in your battle. I swear guilt will be the absolute death of that boy. Its actually a miracle that Trunks wasn't in here himself when you awoke. He has practically lived in this room for the last week," replied Bulma. "LAST WEEK! I've been in here for a week?" "Yes my dear. Your injuries were quite severe, if it wasn't for Trunks bringing you here, you would have died. Which is kind of ironic given he was the one who inflicted them."
"She's finally awake?" asked Trunks as he slowly walked through the doorway. "You!" said Pan angrily. "Hey wait a minute," said Trunks nervously as he tried hiding behind his mother, "I'm sorry about everything, but I did try to help you afterwards. That counts for something, right?" Pan just gave Trunks an absolute go to Hell and rot look. Bulma saw this and said, "I know that you might be angry at my son, God knows I was when I saw what he had done to you, but you must know that he was genuinely sorry for the injuries he caused you." Pan just crossed her arms, and looked away. Being as absolutely defiant as she could. "Trunks honey, I think it would be better if you left right now," Bulma whispered to her son. He nodded his head and left the room promptly. He might be the strongest person on Earth, but there wasn't a chance in Hell that he was going to upset his mother.
"Look Pan, that is your name correct?" asked Bulma. "Yes, that's my name." "You shouldn't be so hard on Trunks, he's already tearing himself up over this. It's not going to help by you making him feel even more guilty. I know that your mad. But believe me, he's madder at himself then you could ever possibly be." Pan sat there for a minute, trying to absorb everything Bulma was saying. Then it clicked. "Did you just say Trunks? As in destroyer of the Androids Trunks?" Pan asked with earnest. "Yes, why do you ask." Now everything made so much sense to her. Now she understood why he had beat her with such ease and effortlessness. "Its no wonder then why I've been lying in her for a week. You are right, I am lucky to be alive after battling with the infamous Trunks. In fact I'm lucky to be all in one piece," Pan said with astonishment. Bulma just looked at Pan as if she had been on drugs or something. 'Could this girl possibly not have known who she had been picking a fight with, and if so, poor girl,' Bulma thought to herself.
"I think we can take you off most of this equipment now. However, I strongly suggest that you stay in our care for at least a few more weeks. So that we can monitor your recovery," said Bulma with such an absoluteness in her voice that Pan didn't dare to argue with her. "May I at least have another room if I'm to stay here for a few more weeks. I don't know how much more of all this white I can take. I need some color, some variety," Pan requested. Bulma just laughed and said, "Sure honey, you can switch rooms. I'll grab a wheelchair, and we can go find you a new room. How does that sound." "That sounds good Bulma," Pan said with a slight smile. Bulma's kindness was difficult to resist, not that she really cared to. Walking at the moment seemed an impossible feat.
Bulma quickly left the room, then returning shortly with a wheelchair. Bulma gently lifted Pan's still somewhat broken body, and eased her into the chair. "You sure do possess some surprising strength Bulma," said Pan with some amazement as they left the room. "Trunks isn't the only one who can handle himself around here." Pan let out a little laugh, and then grimaced from the pain that the laughing had induced.
"Okay, you have a couple choices. Do you want a room near the kitchen, the gym, or one by the rest of the sleeping quarters?" asked Bulma as she slowly wheeled Pan out of the room. Pan thought for a bit before saying, "The kitchen, it would be easiest to make snack runs from there. And probably less painful since I wouldn't have to go as far if I got hungry." The two women just laughed. "Alright then, by the kitchen it is," announced Bulma.
"So doc, you haven't told me the complete extent of my injuries yet," Pan said as she was being wheeled down one of Capsule Corp.'s many long hallways. Bulma laughed a little at being called a doctor and replied, "Well it's a pretty long list, are you sure you really want to know?" "Why not? It'll give us something to talk about on our way." "I'm sure we could find something better to talk about." "Bulma pleeeeeease tell me," Pan begged with the saddest puppy dog face that Bulma had ever seen, and that's what did it. Bulma gave in and told her, "Well, where do I begin. First you have two hairline fractures in your left foot along the metacarpals. So you should stay off your feet for several weeks. And Pan I mean that." Bulma gave her a vicious gaze that implied she meant business. "Also, your wrist bones, were completely crushed. They had to be totally reconstructed, and braced with pins. That one is going to take a bit longer to heal. You also had a punctured lung and some internal bleeding. You gave us a real scare with that one. You also had some slight hemorrhaging, and a dislocated shoulder. Besides that, you just had some contusions and lacerations." "Contusions and lacera-whata?" questioned a confused Pan. "Contusions and lacerations. Bruises and cuts. You had a rather large laceration along your stomach. I hate to say it, but it is going to scar. I'm not much of the plastic surgeon." "What's a plastic surgeon? How do you perform surgery on plastic?" asked Pan completely dumbfounded. Bulma let out a little laugh. "Before the Androids came there were doctors that did beauty based surgeries. Such as nose reconstruction and breast implants. They might have been able to prevent your stomach from scaring." "I don't care that much about scars Bulma. They're life's reminders," Pan said kind of solemnly. "And what's that reminder going to be?" Pan held her stomach, and said quietly, "Never to let someone take me by surprise again. Not even if he is more powerful than me." Bulma just patted Pan on the shoulder. 'The girl is taking this loss to my son almost as hard as Trunks is taking winning it.' "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" screamed Pan. At that moment Bulma realized what shoulder she was patting. "I am so sorry Pan. I completely forgot.," replied Bulma very apologetically. "Its okay," grimaced Pan.
"I was wondering Bulma, how were you able to do surgery on me. Being from the Briefs family I would have guessed that you were a tech wiz," asked Pan. "Well I was, or still am. But as the Androids began killing and hurting so many, I volunteered at many of the triage points. You learn quickly that way," Bulma said with a half frown. Bulma remembered those horrible times all too well. 'Poor girl, those times are pretty much the only ones that she really knows. I can't blame her for wanting to rob us. Times are still hard. And they will be for sometime and until the government can gain a good foothold," Bulma thought a bit depressed.
They arrived on the hall that would soon hold Pan's home for the next couple of weeks. "Well Pan, you have a few options. There are four rooms on this hall, and you can have which ever one you want," then Bulma leaned down and whispered, "And the kitchen as at the end of the hall on your right," into Pan's ear with a wink. "That sounds close enough for me," Pan said winking back at Bulma. Bulma rolled Pan over to the first room, and opened the door. The two then entered the room, and looked around.
It was a rather plain room, which seemed to be decorated on a grayscale. Everything was a soft gray or white. There was a large bed which possessed the only dark color in the entire room, which was the black comforter. "This room is still a little too white. It would remind me of that recovery room that I just left. So this one is gonna have to be a no." Bulma just chuckled and wheeled Pan into the room that was across the hall from the one they were just in. This one was decorated in early pink. To Pan it looked like a little girl's room. "I'm not ten anymore, so I'm going to have to pass on this room as well." Bulma flat busted-out laughing at this comment.
They rolled to the adjacent room and opened the door. Bulma froze as she entered this room. This room had been Gohan's when he had been training Trunks. This room held too many memories for Bulma's liking. "Okay how about we try the next," Bulma said almost with a quiver. "Now hold on a sec Bulma. I kind of like this room. It has a nice flow of blue, and looks lived in," replied Pan. "That's because no one has been here since its last occupant," Bulma said sadly. Pan didn't seem to notice Bulma's tone of voice. "Well whoever was here last did a great job with this room. It just looks so peaceful and tranquil. I think this would be a great room to recuperate in. If it is okay with you, I would like to stay here Bulma," asked Pan. Bulma quickly wiped away a tear that was streaking down her face and said, "Well, I can't see why not." Pan just smiled, unable to believe that she found a room that seemed to be so perfect. 'Just wait until Trunks' hears what room Pan is staying in.'
"I'm feeling a bit tired Bulma. Do you think you could help me into bed so that I can get a little bit of rest," asked a drowsy Pan. "I guess being wheeled around took a lot out of you," kidded Bulma. "You have the hell beat out of you, and then you can talk to me about," said Pan sarcastically. "I'll pass. I'm not that dumb." The two just laughed, well mainly Bulma. Pan hurt to much to laugh a lot. Bulma then lifted Pan, and laid her gently on the bed. She tucked in the young girl before saying, "Here is the remote to the television. Of course the only thing you'll be able to watch is news, but at least its something. And here is a buzzer if you need anything. Either myself or Trunks will come if you need us, so don't be hesitant about using it." "Thanks Bulma. You have been such a great help to me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to thank you enough. Especially since I was planning on breaking into your house, yet you have still been incredibly kind to me." "Don't worry about it honey. There is no hard feelings. If anything I understand where you're coming from. I'm not so naïve that I don't realize what it must be like to grow up in a world devastated by the Androids. I did raise a son during those times." "And you did a good job Bulma. I only wish I would have had a mother like you," Pan said with a little sadness.
"My mother died while I was still young. Growing up on the streets wasn't the best of parents, but it did teach me how to survive." "What about your father? What happened to him." "I never knew my father. He disappeared before he even knew my mother was pregnant. My mother looked for him after I was born, but she didn't find him. Then, about ten years ago, my mother received word that my father perished at the hands of the Androids. My mother tracked down the Androids, and attempted to take revenge for my father's death. But like my father, she was killed as well. I was seven at the time, and from then on, I made a pact with myself to avenge the death of my parents. So I learned to fight, I had to just to survive. When I was about 11, I stumbled upon a giant tortoise. He lead me across the ocean to a remote island. There was a master of martial arts there. After I told him of my story, he agreed to train me. I stayed there for several years until I felt I could learn no more, and then set out on my own again. I was about fifteen at the time. When I got back to the mainland, I found out that Trunks Brief had destroyed the Androids. I was disappointed that I would never be able to avenge my parent, and fell into depression. I had lost all drive in my life. I didn't know what to do. I stumbled along for several months until I discovered that I could use my strength for my advantage. Such as stealing, and things of that nature," Pan said this with a sigh. Acknowledging that her decisions went weren't the best ones that she could have made. "So I got into the crime world, working for several crime bosses and handling their dirty work. That's how I ended up with those two men Trunks saw me with." "That is quite the story Pan. Quite the depressing one really. Well, I'll make sure that you don't have to go back to that kind of life. I can give you a job in my company. We could use a person with your…charisma." "My charisma huh" The two women laughed. "Okay, well you think about it Pan. I'll let you rest now. Buzz us if you need us." "Thank you Bulma, you really are too kind." With that, Bulma smiled and left the room.
Pan laid back, at looked around the room. She was extremely glad that she had picked this room. She couldn't have decorated the room any better if she had done it herself. She wondered who had been the mysterious guest that had stayed here prior to herself. Bulma didn't really talk about him or her too much. She didn't even mention the person's name. She wondered if she would get to meet the person. The day's excitement seemed to really take a lot out of her, and before she knew it, she was sleeping peacefully.
