PAN SON'S DIARY 2
Author's Notes: Guess what chapter 2 is up. I don't really have any notes per say, other than enjoy the read. Personally I like where this story is going.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Toonami, or the Cartoon network. Actually nobody cares one red cent as to whom they belong to, and I certainly don't give a horse's patootie. So there. Leave me alone already. On with the story.
Pan stood outside her of Parent's front door, fingering her tight strapless black mini dress. She immediately felt foolish for wearing something so revealing, and even more so when her father opened the door. She felt like crawling under a rock, when her father looked at her in shock. He was so surprised at Pan's choice of apparel, that he roughly grabbed her by the arm. He pulled at her unmercifully until they reached his room. He shoved her in the bedroom, and her mother looked up in confusion at the new intrusion.
Pan looked up at her father angrily, and crossed her hands over her chest. Videl looked at her husband strangely, and questioned him with him with her eyes. For a moment Gohan just stood there unmoving, and turned around towards the bedroom door. He began walking towards the door, before he turned around to look at his daughter one last time before walking out the door. There was an unmistakable look of disgust marred all over his face, and it literally broke Pan's heart into little bitty pieces.
"Videl could you please find something a little a little more presentable for Pan to wear. She looks like a street walker in that getup!"
"Dad!"
"Honey I think your father's right. I hope you haven't been wearing any outfits like that in L.A., have you?"
"Mom. I think I'm old enough to wear what I want, when I want."
"As long as you're in this house, you'll wear something presentable. If you can't follow that simple rule, then you can just get out!" Her father shouted.
Gohan stormed out the room, slamming the door behind him. Pan looked at her mother sadly, and sat down on the bed. She tried to hold her tears inside, but she found out that she couldn't. Her tears ran down her face, and she soon regretted even coming back home, even if it was for one day.
Her mother sat on the side of her, and wrapped her arm around Pan's waist. Pan laid her head in the crook of her mother's neck, and continued crying. She hadn't felt this bad, since the first time that she decided to leave home. She had still had been crying when her mother consolingly hugged her in a tight embrace.
"You're father's ego is still a little bruised, because you decided to leave to go to L.A. Don't pay him any mind. Personally I like the dress, but it is a little too tight. Why don't you wear this dress that I had just picked out for you?"
Videl went to her closet, and pulled out a long dress that was long enough to reach her ankles. She held the dress to her chest, and displayed it to Pan like she was going to like it. She smiled in hopes of making her daughter feel better, but her smile soon faded as she saw how hurt her daughter was. Pan looked up at her mother through a veil of tears, and her mom kneeled down in front of her.
"Why is he still angry?" Pan said tearfully.
"Pan, your father is not mad at you. He's disappointed that you disobeyed his orders, and moved out to L.A. on your own."
"I'm not a child, so why does he keep acting like I'm one?"
"You're his only child, and you're going to always be his baby girl. Don't be too mad at your father. I'm sure things will work out in the end."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Now what do you say, let's get out there and party like it's 1999."
"Mom." Pan said exasperated.
"Sorry hon."
Videl stood up, and handed the dress to Pan. She walked out the room, and left Pan alone so that she could get dressed. Pan stood up from the bed, and immediately began to undress. In a matter of minutes she was dressed, and she walked over to the full sized mirror. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and had to repress a gag reflex that tried coming up. She hated the way the dress looked on her body. She noticed how the dress made her look ten times fatter, and she noticed how hideous she looked.
Her demeanor quickly changed, and for once she was happy. She thought about the way that she looked, and was now confidant that there were going to be no men chasing her tonight. She decided that she was going to find a quiet corner, and remain there until the party was over.
She walked over to her parent's closet, and walked inside the spacious room. On one side of the closet, were her father's suits and casual outfits. Then on the other side of the closet, were her mother's clothes and shoes. She walked over to her mom's shoes, and she chose a pair that matched the ghastly dress. She steeped into the shoes, and she winced at the twinge of pain that shot through her toes. Her mother had been blessed with a size 6-shoe size, and she on the other hand was a 6 ½. So needless to say, the shoes were not very comfortable to Pan.
She exited the closet, and walked to the bedroom door. She reached out, and grabbed the doorknob. As she walked out of the room, she headed back downstairs. Once she was down stairs, she noticed that all her family and friends wee there. Everyone was there with the exception of Piccolo. She was saddened that he wasn't here.
She searched the living room for a quiet place to sit and hide. Then from the corner of her eye she could make out her uncle, and he was headed right in her direction. Pan noticed that he hadn't seen her yet, and so she tried to find a place to hide. However, all her efforts were all in vain, just as soon as her uncle saw her.
"PANNY CHAN!"
In a matter of mere seconds, her uncle was by her side. In total Goten fashion, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he spun her around in circles, as if she were still a child. After what seemed like hours, he put her back on her feet. Her face was now a color of crimson red, and she couldn't control the feeling of anger boiling deep within her.
Forgetting that Goten was her uncle, she raised her hand and whacked him upside the head with one swift blow. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing, and stared at Pan with a look of confusion.
Goten stood up rubbing the back of his head, and he had that Son's trademark goofy grin plastered all over his face. He looked at Pan, and she suddenly felt bad for hitting her uncle.
"Ha. It seems like you're still training." Goten said nervously.
"Uncle Goten, I'm sorry. I had no right to hit you." Pan said.
"You have no reason to apologize. I shouldn't have picked you up like that. I keep forgetting that you're 27 years old now."
"28."
"28? Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! Pan it's been too long. I don't even know how old you are. Why don't you ever visit? I mean you're just like my father. The only time we see you is whenever you're ready to see us."
"So you want me to drop everything that I worked hard for, just so that I can come over here to make a cordial visit?"
"It wouldn't hurt Pan. Do you know what this is doing to your father? Huh? Do you know what you're even doing?" He said irately.
"I know that you're making a scene."
"This is your father's house, and I'll do as I damn well please!" Goten shouted
Pan was at a loss for words, as she heard her uncle shouting at her. He had never raised his voice to her, and it literally broke her heart that he chose now to do it. She felt tears fall from her eyes, and she looked at Goten with a look of sheer loathing. She noticed that her family and friends were slowly advancing towards her, and so she began to speak.
"You guys act like I got knocked up or something. All I did was leave home, and you treat me like this? Well you know what, consider this my last time ever coming back. If you want to come to L.A. to visit me sometimes, you're more than welcomed. Just don't expect me to open my door."
Pan walked away from her uncle, surprised at how much he had changed. He had always been the calm one, and now he was almost as uptight as her father. She walked towards the bar, because she wanted a drink to clear her head. She sat down at the red stool, and looked at a totally cute bartender. He looked at her, and gave her a sweet smile.
"My name is Dave, and I'm your bartender for the night. What would you like tonight?"
"How about your phone number. I mean that is, if you don't mind giving it to me."
"No can do sweetie. You're not my type."
"So what exactly is your type" Pan asked flirtingly.
"Not you." Dave said cruelly.
"You really don't have to be an asshole about it. You're really not that cute to begin with. I was only trying to give your male ego a boost."
"Look, do you want a drink or not?"
"Yeah give me a vodka and tonic."
"Can you handle that much liquor?"
"Can you handle that?" She said as she lowered her eyes to his nether regions.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He said as he passed her the drink she ordered.
"Not really. Remember that I was just trying to boost your chauvinistic male pride."
Dave looked at Pan and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. Pan chuckled to her self, and took a sip of her drink. She was finished drinking the glass of vodka in a matter of minutes, and she slammed her hand down on the table in order to get the bartenders attention. The bartender looked at Pan with eyes of disinterest, and walked up to her with his hands crossed over his chest.
"What do you want this time?"
"Give me a full bottle of Vodka, hold the tonic."
"Is that all?"
"Look man I have enough problems in my life, without you giving me such a hard time. There's only one thing that I want from you, and that's the drinks that you're serving. Now can I get that bottle, or do I have to jump the bar and get it my damn self!"
The bartender was taken aback, by Pan's sudden outburst. He reached under the bar, and pulled out a bottle of Vodka as was requested. He noticed that there were tears welling up in her eyes, and he immediately felt bad that he was a little mean to the young lady.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked quietly.
"Not if you were the last man on Earth."
"Well I'm here if you want to talk."
"All I want is a drink, and wouldn't you know it I already have one." She remarked sarcastically as she raised the bottle of liquor in the air.
"Well I'm here all night if you change your mind."
"No can do sweetie. You're not my type." She rebuked.
Pan grabbed the bottle of Vodka, and stood up from the bar. She turned around and looked out amongst her family and friends. She scanned the room, and noticed that her father was staring at her, and he still had that condescending glare written all over his face. Pan could tell that he disapproved of her drinking, but at the moment she didn't care. She took a quick swig of alcohol from the bottle, and looked at her father to drive the point that she was no longer a child.
Her father was seemingly angry at Pan's defiance, and turned around and walked out the room. She was certain that he was going to find her mother, and rant and rave like a madman.
Pan was making her way to a small chair, which was away from all the noise. She placed her now empty bottle of Vodka on the floor, and a sickening hiccup escaped her lips. She sat in the chair, and then she leaned her head against the back of the chair. She closed her eyes, and she was glad that everyone was smart enough to leave her alone. In a few moments she was sound asleep, and she dreamed of the only man that she loved.
Her mind kept recalling those awful images of the day when Piccolo had died. She remembered everything from that fateful day, and her heart seemed like it was breaking all over again. It seemed like she was reliving the entire day all over again.
Her dreams seemed like they were going to go on forever, until she felt a slight tug on her shoulder. Pan opened her eyes, and stared up at the source of her distraction. Lavender hair was in a neatly styled French roll, and Pan immediately recognized the smiling face.
"Hey Bra!" Pan shouted a little too loudly.
"Pan? Are you drunk?" Bra asked surprised at the amount of bottles lay scattered by her feet.
"What would make you think such.a thing? Hiccup. Belch." Pan said as she rose sloppily to her feet.
Bra held out her arms in order to catch Pan, who was now stumbling on her feet. Pan tried shoving Bra away, with a swat of her hands. However, things didn't go according to her plans, and she ended up falling on her face.
"Owweeee." Pan said.
"You are drunk. Here let me help you up. Do you know what you're dad would say if he saw you like this?" She said as she helped Pan to her feet.
"He would say Pan go to your room, this instant missy." Pan said as she tried to mimic her father's actions.
"No, actually he would kill you if he saw you like this. You're just lucky that he went out for some fresh air, otherwise your butt would be history."
"Bra.I.think.I'm gonna.be sick." Pan said as her face turned to a greenish color.
"Well puke in the trashcan. It's right next to you.ugh.Pan. Um next time give a lady a warning. I just loved looking at your multi-colored stuff flowing into a dirty trashcan. That was so feminine of you Pan."
"Bra.I.need another drink. My throat is a little dry."
"No way Jose. There's no way I'm allowing you to drink another cup, much less another bottle of alcohol. We need to get you upstairs before your father comes back."
"Screw him. I'm here to party like it's 1999, and that man is not going to stop me." Pan said as she stumbled back on her feet.
"Oh crap! Act normal. Here comes your mother." Bra warned Pan.
Pan immediately stood up a little straighter, and leaned on Bra slightly to prevent herself from falling on the floor. Pan saw her mother headed her way, and she noticed that she was holding somebody's hand. At first she couldn't make out the face of the mystery person, because her eyes refused to focus. It was only until her mother stood inches away from her face, could she recognize who this person was.
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you Trunks?"
"I'm alright."
"Nice sweater.if you're five years old." Pan said as she noticed the big furry puppy dog, that took up half of his sweater.
"Pan have you been drinking?" Videl asked noticing her daughter's behavior.
"I may have had one or two drinks, but I'm fine mother." Pan said through gritted teeth.
"Well since you're all right I'll let you and Trunks play catch up. Bra could you help me in the kitchen? I need an extra pair of hands. It won't take long, I promise." Videl said in order to get Pan and Trunks alone. Then they walked off towards the kitchen, leaving Trunks and Pan to talk alone.
"So are you enjoying the party?" Trunks said as he glanced around the room.
"I'd rather have all my teeth pulled, and I'm sure that I can find better things to do with my time." Pan said sarcastically.
"Aren't you happy for your uncle? I mean this party is for him, and his wife?"
"Yeah I guess I am happy, but I'd much rather be at home." Pan said as she tried to find a way out of her present conversation. The last time they saw each other was when she was leaving for L.A. He assumed that she had plans to take Bra with her, and they parted ways with only negative things to say to each other. So naturally their greeting had been strained, and neither one of them wanted to be there.
Pan noticed that Trunks was looking around the room nervously, as if he too was trying to find a means of escaped as well. She was just about to excuse herself, when he managed to beat her to the punch.
"There's Christy. If you'll excuse me, my date has arrived." He said.
Trunks walked off towards the tall brunette, without even waiting for Pan's reply. She watched as Trunks walked up to the skinny waif, and then he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Pan noticed almost immediately that Christy was staring at her, and it seemed like she was throwing daggers at her with her eyes.
Trunks pulled her out to the dance floor, and they began to dance closely together. Their bodies were squeezed tightly together. There was a slow song on, and they danced with each other in perfect harmony.
*Man I really hate her.
Pan scanned the dance floor, in hopes of finding someone to dance with as well. Her eyes suddenly fell on her uncle. He looked like he was saddened by something, and Pan immediately felt guilty about yelling at him earlier. She walked up to him, and asked him for a dance. He smiled up at her and accepted her offer.
"Uncle Goten.I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."
"Aw forget about it."
"I nearly ruined your anniversary party."
"It's all in the past, but you'd better not do it again. I'll personally have your hide missy."
"Man I hate it when you guys call me that." Pan protested.
"I know. Why do you think we constantly call you that?" He said coyly.
"I knew it." She said as she laid her head upon her uncle's shoulder.
She looked back out towards the dance floor, and noticed that Trunks and his skank were now seated at the bar. The feeling of guilt returned, as she recalled her words that she spoke earlier. She chastised herself for being so rude, and she wanted to apologize for her actions.
"Uncle Goten? Can you excuse me? I have a lot of apologies to spread around, and I want to say my apologies now before everyone leaves."
"Sure thing Panny." He said as he tried to suppress a smile.
Pan walked towards the bar, and noticed that Trunks was now talking to his mother. Bulma sat on the side of him, and Christy was now gone. Pan reasoned that she went to the bathroom, in order to make her ghastly face more presentable.
She walked up behind them quietly, not wanting to disturb their intimate conversation. She was suddenly within hearing range, and she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard her name being mentioned.
"What's wrong with Pan? She's a sweet girl, and you've grown up with her." Bulma said.
"Pan is not the same girl that I once knew."
"Of course she's the same girl. Why would say something like that?"
"Because it's the truth." Trunks declared.
"No it's not. At least Pan is more respectable than that Christy chick."
"No she's not mom."
"Trunks!"
"Well it's the truth mom. Even her dad knows it. Pan is a classified nut case. You saw the scene that she caused earlier today, and she's a closet drunk. She has no sense of fashion, and she is unbearably loud. Would you spend any time with a person like that?"
"Trunks that's not true." Bulma said in Pan's defense.
Pan stood there feeling betrayed by her former friend, and it was obvious that he thought very little of her. She stood there quietly, and she had just wanted to die. She wanted to leave as quietly as she came, but Christy returned ruining her attempt at leaving unnoticed.
"Excuse me." Christy said as she made her way around Pan.
Trunks and Bulma looked up at the interruption, and they both froze when they saw Pan standing right behind them.
"Oh Pan honey. I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were standing right there."
Pan fought back the tears that threatened to come out, and she forced a smile on her face. She looked at the people seated at the bar, and she felt hurt that her friends were talking about her behind her back. However, she wasn't about to let them know how much they had hurt her.
"Bulma. Trunks. Nice party." She said.
She felt so stupid just standing there, with this big goofy smile on her face. Christy didn't make things any easier either, because she was sitting there snickering each time Pan opened up her mouth.
*I could just kill the wench very slowly.
"Dave, can I have a glass of tequila please?" She said as she avoided the knowing glances of her so-called friends.
"Do you want the entire bottle, like the last time?" Dave said smugly.
*Cretin! He knew that they were talking about me.
"No Dave. Just give me the freaking glass!" Pan shouted as she felt her calmness leaving from her body.
"Pan, are you all right?" Bulma asked worriedly.
*Sure everything's just peachy. Everybody here has been on my case, and I've managed to look like an idiot the entire night. No Bulma everything's just fine.
"I'm fine Bulma. My throat's just a little parched, and I just need a quick drink." Pan said as she waited for the bartender to bring her drink.
"Pan if you want to talk, I'm always here sweetie." Bulma mentioned.
Dave passed Pan her drink, and he stood there looking at Pan.
"Yum this tequila hits the spot. I guess I'll see you guys later."
Pan walked away from the bar, but not before hearing Trunks voice clearly.
"See mom. I told you that she was a total nut case, and she is a drunk."
Pan felt like someone had thrown her in the bottom of the barrel. She had never felt as bad, as she felt at that moment. She walked out the front door, and she walked down the empty streets. She felt the tears fall down her face, and she realized that she didn't know where she was going. Everybody was at her parent's house. Then both her grandparents and her friends were at the party. This left only one place where she could go, until the party was over. She headed towards the gravity chamber, and she opened the door. She walked into the room, and her eyes fell on the lone form training.
"Vegeta. I didn't know that you were here. I'll leave." She said as she turned around to leave.
"Don't leave brat! I'm done here anyway. Are you going to train?"
"Not really. I just wanted to get away from that party. Hey why aren't you there?"
"I was there, but like you I had to get away from that hellhole."
"Oh." Pan said.
"You deserve better you know." Vegeta said.
"Huh?"
"That idiot son of mine doesn't deserve your love. You deserve better than that. I can't stand that baka that he's running around with. Why do you love the boy so?"
"I don't love Trunks. As a matter of fact I hate his guts!" Pan shouted as all her old feelings came back to her.
"Well there might be some hope for you after all." Vegeta said as he walked out of the gravity chamber.
He left Pan alone with her thought, and she sat on the floor mulling over the things that he said. Yes, Vegeta was right. She did deserve better than that, and she aimed at finding that special someone. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't wait on Piccolo forever. Regardless of her feelings for the green skinned love of her life.
That's it for chapter 2. I hope you guys liked this story. I'm already writing the next chapter, and I'll guarantee that you'll like it.
Author's Notes: Guess what chapter 2 is up. I don't really have any notes per say, other than enjoy the read. Personally I like where this story is going.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Toonami, or the Cartoon network. Actually nobody cares one red cent as to whom they belong to, and I certainly don't give a horse's patootie. So there. Leave me alone already. On with the story.
Pan stood outside her of Parent's front door, fingering her tight strapless black mini dress. She immediately felt foolish for wearing something so revealing, and even more so when her father opened the door. She felt like crawling under a rock, when her father looked at her in shock. He was so surprised at Pan's choice of apparel, that he roughly grabbed her by the arm. He pulled at her unmercifully until they reached his room. He shoved her in the bedroom, and her mother looked up in confusion at the new intrusion.
Pan looked up at her father angrily, and crossed her hands over her chest. Videl looked at her husband strangely, and questioned him with him with her eyes. For a moment Gohan just stood there unmoving, and turned around towards the bedroom door. He began walking towards the door, before he turned around to look at his daughter one last time before walking out the door. There was an unmistakable look of disgust marred all over his face, and it literally broke Pan's heart into little bitty pieces.
"Videl could you please find something a little a little more presentable for Pan to wear. She looks like a street walker in that getup!"
"Dad!"
"Honey I think your father's right. I hope you haven't been wearing any outfits like that in L.A., have you?"
"Mom. I think I'm old enough to wear what I want, when I want."
"As long as you're in this house, you'll wear something presentable. If you can't follow that simple rule, then you can just get out!" Her father shouted.
Gohan stormed out the room, slamming the door behind him. Pan looked at her mother sadly, and sat down on the bed. She tried to hold her tears inside, but she found out that she couldn't. Her tears ran down her face, and she soon regretted even coming back home, even if it was for one day.
Her mother sat on the side of her, and wrapped her arm around Pan's waist. Pan laid her head in the crook of her mother's neck, and continued crying. She hadn't felt this bad, since the first time that she decided to leave home. She had still had been crying when her mother consolingly hugged her in a tight embrace.
"You're father's ego is still a little bruised, because you decided to leave to go to L.A. Don't pay him any mind. Personally I like the dress, but it is a little too tight. Why don't you wear this dress that I had just picked out for you?"
Videl went to her closet, and pulled out a long dress that was long enough to reach her ankles. She held the dress to her chest, and displayed it to Pan like she was going to like it. She smiled in hopes of making her daughter feel better, but her smile soon faded as she saw how hurt her daughter was. Pan looked up at her mother through a veil of tears, and her mom kneeled down in front of her.
"Why is he still angry?" Pan said tearfully.
"Pan, your father is not mad at you. He's disappointed that you disobeyed his orders, and moved out to L.A. on your own."
"I'm not a child, so why does he keep acting like I'm one?"
"You're his only child, and you're going to always be his baby girl. Don't be too mad at your father. I'm sure things will work out in the end."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Now what do you say, let's get out there and party like it's 1999."
"Mom." Pan said exasperated.
"Sorry hon."
Videl stood up, and handed the dress to Pan. She walked out the room, and left Pan alone so that she could get dressed. Pan stood up from the bed, and immediately began to undress. In a matter of minutes she was dressed, and she walked over to the full sized mirror. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and had to repress a gag reflex that tried coming up. She hated the way the dress looked on her body. She noticed how the dress made her look ten times fatter, and she noticed how hideous she looked.
Her demeanor quickly changed, and for once she was happy. She thought about the way that she looked, and was now confidant that there were going to be no men chasing her tonight. She decided that she was going to find a quiet corner, and remain there until the party was over.
She walked over to her parent's closet, and walked inside the spacious room. On one side of the closet, were her father's suits and casual outfits. Then on the other side of the closet, were her mother's clothes and shoes. She walked over to her mom's shoes, and she chose a pair that matched the ghastly dress. She steeped into the shoes, and she winced at the twinge of pain that shot through her toes. Her mother had been blessed with a size 6-shoe size, and she on the other hand was a 6 ½. So needless to say, the shoes were not very comfortable to Pan.
She exited the closet, and walked to the bedroom door. She reached out, and grabbed the doorknob. As she walked out of the room, she headed back downstairs. Once she was down stairs, she noticed that all her family and friends wee there. Everyone was there with the exception of Piccolo. She was saddened that he wasn't here.
She searched the living room for a quiet place to sit and hide. Then from the corner of her eye she could make out her uncle, and he was headed right in her direction. Pan noticed that he hadn't seen her yet, and so she tried to find a place to hide. However, all her efforts were all in vain, just as soon as her uncle saw her.
"PANNY CHAN!"
In a matter of mere seconds, her uncle was by her side. In total Goten fashion, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he spun her around in circles, as if she were still a child. After what seemed like hours, he put her back on her feet. Her face was now a color of crimson red, and she couldn't control the feeling of anger boiling deep within her.
Forgetting that Goten was her uncle, she raised her hand and whacked him upside the head with one swift blow. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing, and stared at Pan with a look of confusion.
Goten stood up rubbing the back of his head, and he had that Son's trademark goofy grin plastered all over his face. He looked at Pan, and she suddenly felt bad for hitting her uncle.
"Ha. It seems like you're still training." Goten said nervously.
"Uncle Goten, I'm sorry. I had no right to hit you." Pan said.
"You have no reason to apologize. I shouldn't have picked you up like that. I keep forgetting that you're 27 years old now."
"28."
"28? Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! Pan it's been too long. I don't even know how old you are. Why don't you ever visit? I mean you're just like my father. The only time we see you is whenever you're ready to see us."
"So you want me to drop everything that I worked hard for, just so that I can come over here to make a cordial visit?"
"It wouldn't hurt Pan. Do you know what this is doing to your father? Huh? Do you know what you're even doing?" He said irately.
"I know that you're making a scene."
"This is your father's house, and I'll do as I damn well please!" Goten shouted
Pan was at a loss for words, as she heard her uncle shouting at her. He had never raised his voice to her, and it literally broke her heart that he chose now to do it. She felt tears fall from her eyes, and she looked at Goten with a look of sheer loathing. She noticed that her family and friends were slowly advancing towards her, and so she began to speak.
"You guys act like I got knocked up or something. All I did was leave home, and you treat me like this? Well you know what, consider this my last time ever coming back. If you want to come to L.A. to visit me sometimes, you're more than welcomed. Just don't expect me to open my door."
Pan walked away from her uncle, surprised at how much he had changed. He had always been the calm one, and now he was almost as uptight as her father. She walked towards the bar, because she wanted a drink to clear her head. She sat down at the red stool, and looked at a totally cute bartender. He looked at her, and gave her a sweet smile.
"My name is Dave, and I'm your bartender for the night. What would you like tonight?"
"How about your phone number. I mean that is, if you don't mind giving it to me."
"No can do sweetie. You're not my type."
"So what exactly is your type" Pan asked flirtingly.
"Not you." Dave said cruelly.
"You really don't have to be an asshole about it. You're really not that cute to begin with. I was only trying to give your male ego a boost."
"Look, do you want a drink or not?"
"Yeah give me a vodka and tonic."
"Can you handle that much liquor?"
"Can you handle that?" She said as she lowered her eyes to his nether regions.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He said as he passed her the drink she ordered.
"Not really. Remember that I was just trying to boost your chauvinistic male pride."
Dave looked at Pan and rolled his eyes into the back of his head. Pan chuckled to her self, and took a sip of her drink. She was finished drinking the glass of vodka in a matter of minutes, and she slammed her hand down on the table in order to get the bartenders attention. The bartender looked at Pan with eyes of disinterest, and walked up to her with his hands crossed over his chest.
"What do you want this time?"
"Give me a full bottle of Vodka, hold the tonic."
"Is that all?"
"Look man I have enough problems in my life, without you giving me such a hard time. There's only one thing that I want from you, and that's the drinks that you're serving. Now can I get that bottle, or do I have to jump the bar and get it my damn self!"
The bartender was taken aback, by Pan's sudden outburst. He reached under the bar, and pulled out a bottle of Vodka as was requested. He noticed that there were tears welling up in her eyes, and he immediately felt bad that he was a little mean to the young lady.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked quietly.
"Not if you were the last man on Earth."
"Well I'm here if you want to talk."
"All I want is a drink, and wouldn't you know it I already have one." She remarked sarcastically as she raised the bottle of liquor in the air.
"Well I'm here all night if you change your mind."
"No can do sweetie. You're not my type." She rebuked.
Pan grabbed the bottle of Vodka, and stood up from the bar. She turned around and looked out amongst her family and friends. She scanned the room, and noticed that her father was staring at her, and he still had that condescending glare written all over his face. Pan could tell that he disapproved of her drinking, but at the moment she didn't care. She took a quick swig of alcohol from the bottle, and looked at her father to drive the point that she was no longer a child.
Her father was seemingly angry at Pan's defiance, and turned around and walked out the room. She was certain that he was going to find her mother, and rant and rave like a madman.
Pan was making her way to a small chair, which was away from all the noise. She placed her now empty bottle of Vodka on the floor, and a sickening hiccup escaped her lips. She sat in the chair, and then she leaned her head against the back of the chair. She closed her eyes, and she was glad that everyone was smart enough to leave her alone. In a few moments she was sound asleep, and she dreamed of the only man that she loved.
Her mind kept recalling those awful images of the day when Piccolo had died. She remembered everything from that fateful day, and her heart seemed like it was breaking all over again. It seemed like she was reliving the entire day all over again.
Her dreams seemed like they were going to go on forever, until she felt a slight tug on her shoulder. Pan opened her eyes, and stared up at the source of her distraction. Lavender hair was in a neatly styled French roll, and Pan immediately recognized the smiling face.
"Hey Bra!" Pan shouted a little too loudly.
"Pan? Are you drunk?" Bra asked surprised at the amount of bottles lay scattered by her feet.
"What would make you think such.a thing? Hiccup. Belch." Pan said as she rose sloppily to her feet.
Bra held out her arms in order to catch Pan, who was now stumbling on her feet. Pan tried shoving Bra away, with a swat of her hands. However, things didn't go according to her plans, and she ended up falling on her face.
"Owweeee." Pan said.
"You are drunk. Here let me help you up. Do you know what you're dad would say if he saw you like this?" She said as she helped Pan to her feet.
"He would say Pan go to your room, this instant missy." Pan said as she tried to mimic her father's actions.
"No, actually he would kill you if he saw you like this. You're just lucky that he went out for some fresh air, otherwise your butt would be history."
"Bra.I.think.I'm gonna.be sick." Pan said as her face turned to a greenish color.
"Well puke in the trashcan. It's right next to you.ugh.Pan. Um next time give a lady a warning. I just loved looking at your multi-colored stuff flowing into a dirty trashcan. That was so feminine of you Pan."
"Bra.I.need another drink. My throat is a little dry."
"No way Jose. There's no way I'm allowing you to drink another cup, much less another bottle of alcohol. We need to get you upstairs before your father comes back."
"Screw him. I'm here to party like it's 1999, and that man is not going to stop me." Pan said as she stumbled back on her feet.
"Oh crap! Act normal. Here comes your mother." Bra warned Pan.
Pan immediately stood up a little straighter, and leaned on Bra slightly to prevent herself from falling on the floor. Pan saw her mother headed her way, and she noticed that she was holding somebody's hand. At first she couldn't make out the face of the mystery person, because her eyes refused to focus. It was only until her mother stood inches away from her face, could she recognize who this person was.
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you Trunks?"
"I'm alright."
"Nice sweater.if you're five years old." Pan said as she noticed the big furry puppy dog, that took up half of his sweater.
"Pan have you been drinking?" Videl asked noticing her daughter's behavior.
"I may have had one or two drinks, but I'm fine mother." Pan said through gritted teeth.
"Well since you're all right I'll let you and Trunks play catch up. Bra could you help me in the kitchen? I need an extra pair of hands. It won't take long, I promise." Videl said in order to get Pan and Trunks alone. Then they walked off towards the kitchen, leaving Trunks and Pan to talk alone.
"So are you enjoying the party?" Trunks said as he glanced around the room.
"I'd rather have all my teeth pulled, and I'm sure that I can find better things to do with my time." Pan said sarcastically.
"Aren't you happy for your uncle? I mean this party is for him, and his wife?"
"Yeah I guess I am happy, but I'd much rather be at home." Pan said as she tried to find a way out of her present conversation. The last time they saw each other was when she was leaving for L.A. He assumed that she had plans to take Bra with her, and they parted ways with only negative things to say to each other. So naturally their greeting had been strained, and neither one of them wanted to be there.
Pan noticed that Trunks was looking around the room nervously, as if he too was trying to find a means of escaped as well. She was just about to excuse herself, when he managed to beat her to the punch.
"There's Christy. If you'll excuse me, my date has arrived." He said.
Trunks walked off towards the tall brunette, without even waiting for Pan's reply. She watched as Trunks walked up to the skinny waif, and then he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Pan noticed almost immediately that Christy was staring at her, and it seemed like she was throwing daggers at her with her eyes.
Trunks pulled her out to the dance floor, and they began to dance closely together. Their bodies were squeezed tightly together. There was a slow song on, and they danced with each other in perfect harmony.
*Man I really hate her.
Pan scanned the dance floor, in hopes of finding someone to dance with as well. Her eyes suddenly fell on her uncle. He looked like he was saddened by something, and Pan immediately felt guilty about yelling at him earlier. She walked up to him, and asked him for a dance. He smiled up at her and accepted her offer.
"Uncle Goten.I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."
"Aw forget about it."
"I nearly ruined your anniversary party."
"It's all in the past, but you'd better not do it again. I'll personally have your hide missy."
"Man I hate it when you guys call me that." Pan protested.
"I know. Why do you think we constantly call you that?" He said coyly.
"I knew it." She said as she laid her head upon her uncle's shoulder.
She looked back out towards the dance floor, and noticed that Trunks and his skank were now seated at the bar. The feeling of guilt returned, as she recalled her words that she spoke earlier. She chastised herself for being so rude, and she wanted to apologize for her actions.
"Uncle Goten? Can you excuse me? I have a lot of apologies to spread around, and I want to say my apologies now before everyone leaves."
"Sure thing Panny." He said as he tried to suppress a smile.
Pan walked towards the bar, and noticed that Trunks was now talking to his mother. Bulma sat on the side of him, and Christy was now gone. Pan reasoned that she went to the bathroom, in order to make her ghastly face more presentable.
She walked up behind them quietly, not wanting to disturb their intimate conversation. She was suddenly within hearing range, and she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard her name being mentioned.
"What's wrong with Pan? She's a sweet girl, and you've grown up with her." Bulma said.
"Pan is not the same girl that I once knew."
"Of course she's the same girl. Why would say something like that?"
"Because it's the truth." Trunks declared.
"No it's not. At least Pan is more respectable than that Christy chick."
"No she's not mom."
"Trunks!"
"Well it's the truth mom. Even her dad knows it. Pan is a classified nut case. You saw the scene that she caused earlier today, and she's a closet drunk. She has no sense of fashion, and she is unbearably loud. Would you spend any time with a person like that?"
"Trunks that's not true." Bulma said in Pan's defense.
Pan stood there feeling betrayed by her former friend, and it was obvious that he thought very little of her. She stood there quietly, and she had just wanted to die. She wanted to leave as quietly as she came, but Christy returned ruining her attempt at leaving unnoticed.
"Excuse me." Christy said as she made her way around Pan.
Trunks and Bulma looked up at the interruption, and they both froze when they saw Pan standing right behind them.
"Oh Pan honey. I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were standing right there."
Pan fought back the tears that threatened to come out, and she forced a smile on her face. She looked at the people seated at the bar, and she felt hurt that her friends were talking about her behind her back. However, she wasn't about to let them know how much they had hurt her.
"Bulma. Trunks. Nice party." She said.
She felt so stupid just standing there, with this big goofy smile on her face. Christy didn't make things any easier either, because she was sitting there snickering each time Pan opened up her mouth.
*I could just kill the wench very slowly.
"Dave, can I have a glass of tequila please?" She said as she avoided the knowing glances of her so-called friends.
"Do you want the entire bottle, like the last time?" Dave said smugly.
*Cretin! He knew that they were talking about me.
"No Dave. Just give me the freaking glass!" Pan shouted as she felt her calmness leaving from her body.
"Pan, are you all right?" Bulma asked worriedly.
*Sure everything's just peachy. Everybody here has been on my case, and I've managed to look like an idiot the entire night. No Bulma everything's just fine.
"I'm fine Bulma. My throat's just a little parched, and I just need a quick drink." Pan said as she waited for the bartender to bring her drink.
"Pan if you want to talk, I'm always here sweetie." Bulma mentioned.
Dave passed Pan her drink, and he stood there looking at Pan.
"Yum this tequila hits the spot. I guess I'll see you guys later."
Pan walked away from the bar, but not before hearing Trunks voice clearly.
"See mom. I told you that she was a total nut case, and she is a drunk."
Pan felt like someone had thrown her in the bottom of the barrel. She had never felt as bad, as she felt at that moment. She walked out the front door, and she walked down the empty streets. She felt the tears fall down her face, and she realized that she didn't know where she was going. Everybody was at her parent's house. Then both her grandparents and her friends were at the party. This left only one place where she could go, until the party was over. She headed towards the gravity chamber, and she opened the door. She walked into the room, and her eyes fell on the lone form training.
"Vegeta. I didn't know that you were here. I'll leave." She said as she turned around to leave.
"Don't leave brat! I'm done here anyway. Are you going to train?"
"Not really. I just wanted to get away from that party. Hey why aren't you there?"
"I was there, but like you I had to get away from that hellhole."
"Oh." Pan said.
"You deserve better you know." Vegeta said.
"Huh?"
"That idiot son of mine doesn't deserve your love. You deserve better than that. I can't stand that baka that he's running around with. Why do you love the boy so?"
"I don't love Trunks. As a matter of fact I hate his guts!" Pan shouted as all her old feelings came back to her.
"Well there might be some hope for you after all." Vegeta said as he walked out of the gravity chamber.
He left Pan alone with her thought, and she sat on the floor mulling over the things that he said. Yes, Vegeta was right. She did deserve better than that, and she aimed at finding that special someone. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't wait on Piccolo forever. Regardless of her feelings for the green skinned love of her life.
That's it for chapter 2. I hope you guys liked this story. I'm already writing the next chapter, and I'll guarantee that you'll like it.