Pan Son's diary
Author's Notes: I wanted to clarify that Christy is aware of the Saiyan heritage thanks to Trunks. So yes she knows everything about the Saiyans. There will be some OOC, and this is not following any current DBZ timeline. It's just a simple story following my favorite characters. I have no other notes, other than enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No, Trunks does not belong to me, but one day he will. Mwahhhaaaaa.
Well now, that was just disturbing. Sorry about that.
Dear Diary
You won't believe what just happened to me. I found out that my father is actually my brother. So I guess that Goten is my brother as well. How could my mother have lied to us like that? More importantly how could Goku cheat on Chichi? He was always so trustworthy. I mean how could he betray both his wife and son like that? How could he betray me like that? Granted he didn't know that I was his child at first, but he eventually found out. So why did he act like nothing happened? Didn't he realize that we were going to find out eventually?
I wonder if he's in heaven. He should be in hell for all the lies, treachery, and heartache that he has put us through. I can't believe that I used to look up to that man. I trusted him, and he couldn't even admit to me that I was his child. Well wherever he is now, I hope that he can see everything that has transpired here on Earth.
Then there's my mother. She put on this big pretense that she was madly in love with my dad. Um.I mean brother. I don't think that I'll ever get used to calling him that. Anyway, how could my own mother sleep with her husband's father? What about the bond between my father and my mother? Why didn't something happen when they were frolicking around together? I guess I'm going to have to talk to Vegeta about that. He knows a lot about Saiyan bonds and stuff like that. I have to remember to thank him for his generosity. I still can't believe that he stood up for me, the grandchild of Kakarrot. Should I say the daughter of Kakarrot?
I want to know why Gohan couldn't tell that his wife was cheating on him. Then again I wondered if he knew? Nah he couldn't have known. If he knew then I don't think that he would've been that upset last night. So he must have just found out, much like me. I guess that would explain why he was acting like he was when I came back home.
Well diary I'm pretty spent, and I have a full day ahead of me. I have to look for a job, so that I can go back home as soon as possible. I know that I could easily borrow the money from my Grandmother Chichi, but I don't want to do that. She's been through just as much as I have. I'm just going to find a job, and earn a little chink then go home. Once I'm there I sincerely doubt that I will ever come back here again. Not even to visit. I'll just forget about my life as a Saiyan, and I'll try to live life as normally as I can. No more dragon balls, no more competitions, and no more training. I'll be normal if that's the last thing that I ever do. Wait a minute.
Bra just walked in, and she told me that breakfast is ready. Even though I'm ready to give up my Saiyan heritage, I'm still going to eat like a Saiyan. There are still some things in this life that you can't deny a Saiyan, and one of those things includes food. Speaking of food, I got to go. Bye.
Pan closed her diary and jumped out of the bed. She was still dressed in her pajamas, but she didn't care. She ran down the stairs, bypassing both Trunks and Bra. She was the first one at the table and soon the rest of the Briefs family joined her. As soon as everyone was seated, Bulma filled the plates with some goopy brown stuff. Bulma went back into the kitchen, as everyone else stared down at his or her plate. Everyone stared down at the food in disgust, and then Pan was brave enough to take the first taste. When the food settled on her tongue, and she noticed almost immediately that the food tasted like seaweed. She spit the food out in the palm of her hand, and looked sheepishly at everyone else.
"I guess Bulma cooked breakfast this morning." Pan said.
"Who wants to go to IHOP with me?" Bra asked.
"I'm in." Trunks said.
"Anything else is better than that onna's cooking." Vegeta said as he stood up from the table.
"Let's get out of here before Bulma comes back." Pan said.
"Pan you're not dressed yet." Bra noticed.
"Meet me around the corner. I'll dress and then I'll meet you guys there. Now go. Here she comes."
Pan watched on as they ran out of the front door, and then she turned her attention back towards Bulma.
"Hey where'd everybody go?" Bulma asked when she noticed that everyone was gone.
"Oh.well they had some other things that they had to take care. As a matter of fact I think that I'm going to skip breakfast myself. I have so much to do today"
"Really like what?"
"I'm going job hunting today. I can't live off of you guys forever."
"You know that I don't mind you staying here."
"Yeah I know that. It's just that I'm ready to go back home, and tend to my business. You know how it is."
"Pan honey, if you need money for a plane ticket just let me know. I don't mind giving you whatever you need."
"You've already given me a place to stay. I can't possibly take any money from you. I'm going to see if I can get a temporary job somewhere."
"Hey I got an idea. Come work for me. Trunks need a secretary, and I think that you would be perfect for the job."
"Isn't that Christy's job?"
"No. She's his personal assistant. She handles all of Trunks personal and confidential information. What I'm going to need is for you to take care of his telephone calls, incoming and out coming mail. I'll also need someone to schedule appointments, and some light filing. I can pay you twelve dollars an hour, and if Trunks need you to do more stuff then I can pay you and extra five dollars an hour. I'll talk to Trunks about it later on when I get a chance."
"Bulma, I don't know what to say."
"Just say that you'll take the job. I wouldn't feel right with you going out there trying to find a job that pays a mediocre salary."
"I'll take it. Bulma I really don't know what to say. You guys have been so good to me, and I'm glad that I have somebody in my corner."
"You've been there for my family more times than I can count. I consider that payment enough. Speaking of my family, I think that they're still waiting for you."
"Crap. Hey how did you know about that?"
"I know that nobody likes my cooking, and I know that that's the reason why everybody left. So you better get out of here before someone namely Vegeta loses his temper. You can't keep a Saiyan or demi-Saiyan waiting on food. You'll be lucky if they haven't left you already."
Pan gave Bulma a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she ran to get dressed. After she finished dressing she ran out of the house, and she joined the rest of the gang in the car. Vegeta was in the driver's seat, and Bra was seated in the front passenger seat. She grumbled to herself when she realized that she had to sit next to Trunks. However she was surprised to see that they had another guest seated in the backseat with Trunks, and she was seated right behind Vegeta. This placed Trunks right in the middle.
"Chelsea? What are you doing here?" Pan asked.
"The name's Christy, and the reason why I'm here is none of your business."
"Well good morning to you too." Pan said bitterly
Bra stepped out of the car, and she let the car seat fall forward. Pan got into the car, and immediately buckled her seat belt. Hey even Saiyan's needed to practice safety on the road. Pan immediately felt uncomfortable sitting next to the demi-Saiyan next to her, and she couldn't ever recall a time where she was this uncomfortable around him. She wondered if it was because he was with little Miss Ann over there.
Anyway the ride there was uncomfortable, and the fact that Vegeta kept stealing glances at her in the review mirror had her a little unnerved. Then to make matters worse Trunks and Christy decided that they were going to make out right there in the back seat.
*Does this woman have any shame? I mean Vegeta is right there in the front seat for Kami's sake.
Pan tried her hardest to inch further away from the couple, and found that she was pinned against the side of the car. With her peripheral vision she glanced at the couple, and she noticed that Trunks was being even bolder than before. This time he had his hands between the girls legs, and Pan had to suppress the urge to gag right then and there.
She turned her head back forward, and she noticed that Vegeta was looking at her funny once again. She turned her eyes away from his knowing glance, and looked out the window. Suddenly Vegeta's voice ranged out loud, and everybody jumped in fear at the demanding tone of his voice.
"Brat! Get a room. I won't tolerate the two of you making out like spring bunnies in my car!"
Trunks and Christy immediately broke their embrace, and Pan couldn't help but smile. She turned her head towards the window once again. During the remainder of the ride, Pan kept staring out of the window. She didn't care to see Trunks frolicking around in the backseat, and she didn't want to see Vegeta's staring at her any longer although she was aware that he was.
They finally made it to Ihop after what seemed like hours, and Pan jumped out the backseat the moment the car was stopped. She waited until everyone was out of the car, and they all made their way towards the restaurant. Bra had been talking to her dad, and there was no doubt that they were talking about Trunks little girlfriend. Pan noticed that they kept giving the woman sidelong glances. She wondered if they hated Christy just as much as she hated her.
She cringed when she noticed Trunks eyes piercing into her own, and she quickly darted them away. Her eyes stayed planted to the ground, until they were standing inside the restaurant. After five minutes the group was ushered to their table, and seats were immediately taken. They were seated in a curved booth, and Christy and Trunks were the first to sit down. Bra took the seat next to Christy, because she knew that I couldn't stand the woman. I was seated at the end of the table, and Vegeta was seated across from me with Trunks sitting right next to him.
After a few minutes of waiting, a scrawny nurse with blonde hair sauntered up to the table. Pan wasn't sure if was because Trunks was there, or if it was because it was a natural thing. The waitress placed five menu's down on the table, and held a worn notepad in her other hand. She reached in her apron and pulled out a simple ink pen.
"Would anyone like something to drink while you go over the menu's?" The waitress asked.
"Can I get a pitcher of orange juice?" Pan asked.
"I'll take a pitcher of water." Vegeta said
"Give me a pitcher of apple juice." Bra said.
"I want a pitcher of lemonade." Trunks said plainly.
The waitress looked at Christy, and she had a look of astonishment on her face.
"And what would you like Miss?" The waitress asked.
"Just a glass of pineapple juice."
"Only a glass?"
"That's what she said. Now get!" Vegeta shouted.
There was a look of embarrassed faces turning crimson red, and everyone turned their steely glares at Vegeta. Everyone here knew that Vegeta was grumpy as ever, but to yell at the waitress was just rude. Pan knew that something was troubling Vegeta, and so she decided to try the bold approach and ask him what was wrong.
"Vegeta, are you all right?" Pan asked.
She noticed that Trunks turned his attention towards her, and lifted up a lavender eyebrow up in confusion.
"Other than the fact that I'm hungry, I'm fine."
"Oh.OK." Pan said nervously.
Pan noticed that Trunks turned his attention back towards Christy, and she turned towards Bra who was busy checking her reflection in a compact mirror.
"Do you ever give it a rest Bra?" Pan said jokingly.
"Give what a rest?"
"Putting that goop on your face every time you go some where. It's not like you need it."
"Pan you could stand to use a little makeup every now and then yourself. That could be the reason why you don't have a boyfriend yet." Bra said angrily.
Pan heard a light chuckle from Christy, and she became angry that Bra lashed out at her like that. She felt her face flush anger, but it was her emotion of sadness that suddenly took over. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she stood up to leave for the bathroom. She refused to let them see her cry, and she wasn't about to let them see that Bra words did sting and did have a bit of truth to him.
However just as soon as was about to make her escape to the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grab her arm. She glanced down at the arm that was holding her, and then she noticed that the owner of the arm was Vegeta. She looked into his cold eyes, and waited to see what he had to say. She could feel the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"Don't you dare cry. You're a Saiyan, and Saiyan's are not weak."
Pan tried not to cry, but the tears fell anyway. She felt so embarrassed to be crying over something so juvenile as a meager insult. However, the tears fell. She tried to pry her arm away from Vegeta, but he kept a firm grip on her arm. She suddenly realized that all eyes were on her, and that Bra was now standing up on the side of her.
Pan tried her best to turn her back to the group, so that they wouldn't see her cry. She could hear Vegeta and Bra talking to each other, but she couldn't hear what they were saying because she was too concerned about her own pain. She felt Bra put a hand on her shoulder, and she twisted until Bra dropped her hand back to her side.
"Pan I'm sorry. Please don't cry. I didn't mean it."
For some reason that one comment made the tears fall even faster, and Pan was suddenly crying even harder. Then Vegeta did something totally unexpected that made everyone else gasped out in surprise. Vegeta pulled on Pan's arm and pulled her down in his lap. Pan had a look of surprise and shock written all over her face, and she tried to stand back up but to no avail.
"Brat! Will you be still? Now I will not have you embarrassing me in this place! If you want to cry, then do it here. Don't go running away like a scared little child. Face your problems like a Saiyan, and for Kami's sake stop behaving as if you were five years old. I thought that you were stronger than that Panny."
Suddenly Pan's sadness was overtaken by a different emotion, and that was that of anger. She balled up her fist, and then she aimed straight at the Prince of all Saiyan's face. The punch connected with his nose, and she stood up glowering above him. She crossed her hands over her chest, and looked at the man with a look of hatred.
"For your information Vegeta, I am not a child. I'll do what I want when I want, and you're not going to stop me. Got it?"
It was then that she remembered that it was Vegeta that gave her a place to stay, and the fact that she had just publicly humiliated him probably ensured that she was going to be out on the streets tonight. So she thought that the next course of action would be to apologize, and hope that Vegeta wasn't too mad.
"Vegeta? I'm sorry. I had no right to hit you."
"Bull. You're Saiyan. It's in your blood to fight, but don't think for one minute that I'm going to let you get away with that. After breakfast meet me in the gravity chamber for a little spar. We'll see if we can burn off some of that anger. Oh and Trunks I want you there too. You're getting too soft, especially since you spend so much time with the human."
"Dad I'm going to be busy tonight." Trunks complained.
"Busy training." Vegeta said plainly.
Trunks shot a dirty look in Pan's direction, and then rolled his eyes once before returning his attention back to Christy. Pan sat back down in her seat, and Bra was immediately hugging her and apologizing to her. Pan's attention was directed back towards Trunks and Christy. She noticed that they were stealing quick glances at her, and snickering quietly among themselves. If it weren't for her Saiyan hearing, she might have missed their laughter all together.
Finally after a while the waitress returned with the drinks. Because she had so many pitchers, she had to use a cart to carry all of their drinks. She placed all the drinks in front of the designated drinker, and then she pulled out her notepad once again.
"So have you guys decided what you're going to eat yet?"
"Yes. I'll have seven of the number one specials." Vegeta said.
"Give me three ruity tooty fresh and fruity breakfast special." Bra said.
"I'll take nine plates of the bacon and eggs platter." Trunks said.
"I want five plates of your number six breakfast specials." Pan said
"Miss?" The waitresses asked Christy.
"I just want a cheese omelet special, with bacon."
"You just want one plate?"
"Isn't that what she said!" Vegeta shouted again.
"All right already. Sheesh. Talk about a tough crowd to please. Anyway let's see if I've got everything correct. That's seven number ones for the moody fellow. Three plates of the ruity tooty fresh and fruity breakfast special for the beauty queen. Nine plates of the bacon and eggs for the cutie pie. Five plates of the number six for the drama Queen. Yes the entire restaurant saw your dramatics. Finally one cheese omelet special with a side order of bacon for the lady with the normal appetite. Is everything here correct?"
"Yes that's correct." Pan said.
"You do know that it's going to be awhile before you get your orders. Right?"
"Well the sooner you put in our order, the sooner we'll get it!" Vegeta yelled again.
The waitress rolled her eyes, and walked away before Vegeta could insult her again.
"If anyone here even thinks of giving that weakling a tip, I'll personally kill you myself." Vegeta quipped.
After about one hour later, their food was brought to the table. As Saiyan's they were able to eat all their food. Once they were through they left the restaurant, and the mess behind. They were all laughing because of the look on the waitress's face when she realized that she hadn't received a tip. So nevertheless the ride back home went without incident. Soon they dropped off Christy at her house, and then they went home.
Once they made it into the house, Pan noticed that Bulma was talking to a very attractive man. She was just about to head upstairs to change into her training gi, when Bulma's voice stopped her.
"Pan. Trunks. Can I see you both for a moment?"
Both Trunks and Pan made their way to where Bulma and the mysterious man were standing. They waited for Bulma to speak, and Pan noticed that the man before her kept running his eyes up and down her form. Not that she minded.
"Pan. Trunks. This is Adam Moran. He will be working for us as the Human Resources general manager. Pan, you will be doing a lot of paperwork for him. So this Monday I want you to get together and get yourselves situated. On the other hand Pan is also going to be working for you Trunks."
"What the hell for?" Trunks shouted.
"She's going to be your secretary, until she can earn enough money to go back home."
"I don't need a secretary mom."
"We've already discussed this Trunks. Pan is going to be your secetary, and that's final!"
"Fine. Can I go now?" Trunks asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Mr. Moran it's been a pleasure meeting you, and I hope that I'll get a chance to talk to again." Trunks said as he shook his hand.
"It's been a pleasure Mr. Briefs."
Trunks walked away, and Bulma looked back towards Pan and Adam.
"Well I'll let you two get acquainted. I'll be in the lab Adam, once you're done talking to Pan meet me there."
Bulma walked off towards her lab.
"So Pan, do you have a last name?"
"Yes.It's Son. Pan Son."
"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
"Thank you." Pan said blushing.
"So how long have you known Mrs. Briefs?"
"Since I was a baby. She was there when I was born."
"Since you were born? Then you must be awfully young?"
"I'm not that young you know."
"I know that it's not polite to ask a woman her age, but."
Pan cut him off.
"I'm 26 years old. Is that too young for you Mr. Moran?" Pan said flirtingly."
Hardly. I guess you're old enough."
The two stared into each other's eyes, and Pan noticed that he had hazel green eyes. Her heart thumped in her chest, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pry her eyes away from him. It wasn't until Trunks came back into the room that Pan was able to look away from Adam's intense gaze. She turned her attention back towards Trunks, and waited until he was standing right in front of her.
"Pan. Dad's waiting, and you know how he gets when he has to wait."
"Ok. Tell him that I'll be down shortly."
Trunks headed towards the gravity room, and he purposely started to walk slowly in order to hear their conversation.
"Well Miss. Son. It has been a pleasure meeting you. I guess I'll see you Monday."
"Monday it is."
Adam reached out and grabbed Pan's hand, and he brought it up to his lips. He placed his soft lips on the back of Pan's hand, and then he lifted up his eyes to meet her eyes. Pan nearly fell over at the seductiveness of it all, and she could feel her breath restrict in her throat. She could do nothing but stare in his green eyes, as his lips lingered on her hand.
Trunks on the other hand heard the soft kiss being shared between the two, and he had to turn around to see if his suspensions were true. For a brief moment he thought that Adam had kissed Pan on the mouth, but was relieved to see that he was just kissing her hand. He immediately turned back around to walk out the door. Once he realized that he was relieved that Adam hadn't been kissing Pan on the lips, he mentally chastised himself for doing so. Pan had been a constant thorn in his side, and now she was supposed to be working for him.
*I'll be glad when she goes back home, and then maybe things will turn back to normal around here.
So he walked off the gravity room, leaving Pan alone with Adam.
"I guess I'll see you then." Adam told Pan as he removed his lips from her hand.
"Definitely. Goodbye Mr. Moran." Pan smirked.
Pan headed towards the gravity room. She knew that she had kept Vegeta waiting long enough, and she decided that she wasn't going to put on her training gear. As she walked up to the gravity room, one thought resounded in her head over and over again.
*Man he sure is cute.
That's it for this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and once again I'm sorry for the delay.
Next chapter: Pan, Vegeta, and Trunks spar. It won't be pretty. Especially when things get out of hand between Pan and Trunks. Monday morning also comes, and the gentle flirtations between Adam and Pan continue. Also we'll take a little trip to visit the cheater Videl, and we'll see how Gohan's holding up. Also just where is Goku, and what is his fate? How does he feel about the latest turn of events, and can he ever forgive himself for the things that he has done.
Author's Notes: I wanted to clarify that Christy is aware of the Saiyan heritage thanks to Trunks. So yes she knows everything about the Saiyans. There will be some OOC, and this is not following any current DBZ timeline. It's just a simple story following my favorite characters. I have no other notes, other than enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No, Trunks does not belong to me, but one day he will. Mwahhhaaaaa.
Well now, that was just disturbing. Sorry about that.
Dear Diary
You won't believe what just happened to me. I found out that my father is actually my brother. So I guess that Goten is my brother as well. How could my mother have lied to us like that? More importantly how could Goku cheat on Chichi? He was always so trustworthy. I mean how could he betray both his wife and son like that? How could he betray me like that? Granted he didn't know that I was his child at first, but he eventually found out. So why did he act like nothing happened? Didn't he realize that we were going to find out eventually?
I wonder if he's in heaven. He should be in hell for all the lies, treachery, and heartache that he has put us through. I can't believe that I used to look up to that man. I trusted him, and he couldn't even admit to me that I was his child. Well wherever he is now, I hope that he can see everything that has transpired here on Earth.
Then there's my mother. She put on this big pretense that she was madly in love with my dad. Um.I mean brother. I don't think that I'll ever get used to calling him that. Anyway, how could my own mother sleep with her husband's father? What about the bond between my father and my mother? Why didn't something happen when they were frolicking around together? I guess I'm going to have to talk to Vegeta about that. He knows a lot about Saiyan bonds and stuff like that. I have to remember to thank him for his generosity. I still can't believe that he stood up for me, the grandchild of Kakarrot. Should I say the daughter of Kakarrot?
I want to know why Gohan couldn't tell that his wife was cheating on him. Then again I wondered if he knew? Nah he couldn't have known. If he knew then I don't think that he would've been that upset last night. So he must have just found out, much like me. I guess that would explain why he was acting like he was when I came back home.
Well diary I'm pretty spent, and I have a full day ahead of me. I have to look for a job, so that I can go back home as soon as possible. I know that I could easily borrow the money from my Grandmother Chichi, but I don't want to do that. She's been through just as much as I have. I'm just going to find a job, and earn a little chink then go home. Once I'm there I sincerely doubt that I will ever come back here again. Not even to visit. I'll just forget about my life as a Saiyan, and I'll try to live life as normally as I can. No more dragon balls, no more competitions, and no more training. I'll be normal if that's the last thing that I ever do. Wait a minute.
Bra just walked in, and she told me that breakfast is ready. Even though I'm ready to give up my Saiyan heritage, I'm still going to eat like a Saiyan. There are still some things in this life that you can't deny a Saiyan, and one of those things includes food. Speaking of food, I got to go. Bye.
Pan closed her diary and jumped out of the bed. She was still dressed in her pajamas, but she didn't care. She ran down the stairs, bypassing both Trunks and Bra. She was the first one at the table and soon the rest of the Briefs family joined her. As soon as everyone was seated, Bulma filled the plates with some goopy brown stuff. Bulma went back into the kitchen, as everyone else stared down at his or her plate. Everyone stared down at the food in disgust, and then Pan was brave enough to take the first taste. When the food settled on her tongue, and she noticed almost immediately that the food tasted like seaweed. She spit the food out in the palm of her hand, and looked sheepishly at everyone else.
"I guess Bulma cooked breakfast this morning." Pan said.
"Who wants to go to IHOP with me?" Bra asked.
"I'm in." Trunks said.
"Anything else is better than that onna's cooking." Vegeta said as he stood up from the table.
"Let's get out of here before Bulma comes back." Pan said.
"Pan you're not dressed yet." Bra noticed.
"Meet me around the corner. I'll dress and then I'll meet you guys there. Now go. Here she comes."
Pan watched on as they ran out of the front door, and then she turned her attention back towards Bulma.
"Hey where'd everybody go?" Bulma asked when she noticed that everyone was gone.
"Oh.well they had some other things that they had to take care. As a matter of fact I think that I'm going to skip breakfast myself. I have so much to do today"
"Really like what?"
"I'm going job hunting today. I can't live off of you guys forever."
"You know that I don't mind you staying here."
"Yeah I know that. It's just that I'm ready to go back home, and tend to my business. You know how it is."
"Pan honey, if you need money for a plane ticket just let me know. I don't mind giving you whatever you need."
"You've already given me a place to stay. I can't possibly take any money from you. I'm going to see if I can get a temporary job somewhere."
"Hey I got an idea. Come work for me. Trunks need a secretary, and I think that you would be perfect for the job."
"Isn't that Christy's job?"
"No. She's his personal assistant. She handles all of Trunks personal and confidential information. What I'm going to need is for you to take care of his telephone calls, incoming and out coming mail. I'll also need someone to schedule appointments, and some light filing. I can pay you twelve dollars an hour, and if Trunks need you to do more stuff then I can pay you and extra five dollars an hour. I'll talk to Trunks about it later on when I get a chance."
"Bulma, I don't know what to say."
"Just say that you'll take the job. I wouldn't feel right with you going out there trying to find a job that pays a mediocre salary."
"I'll take it. Bulma I really don't know what to say. You guys have been so good to me, and I'm glad that I have somebody in my corner."
"You've been there for my family more times than I can count. I consider that payment enough. Speaking of my family, I think that they're still waiting for you."
"Crap. Hey how did you know about that?"
"I know that nobody likes my cooking, and I know that that's the reason why everybody left. So you better get out of here before someone namely Vegeta loses his temper. You can't keep a Saiyan or demi-Saiyan waiting on food. You'll be lucky if they haven't left you already."
Pan gave Bulma a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she ran to get dressed. After she finished dressing she ran out of the house, and she joined the rest of the gang in the car. Vegeta was in the driver's seat, and Bra was seated in the front passenger seat. She grumbled to herself when she realized that she had to sit next to Trunks. However she was surprised to see that they had another guest seated in the backseat with Trunks, and she was seated right behind Vegeta. This placed Trunks right in the middle.
"Chelsea? What are you doing here?" Pan asked.
"The name's Christy, and the reason why I'm here is none of your business."
"Well good morning to you too." Pan said bitterly
Bra stepped out of the car, and she let the car seat fall forward. Pan got into the car, and immediately buckled her seat belt. Hey even Saiyan's needed to practice safety on the road. Pan immediately felt uncomfortable sitting next to the demi-Saiyan next to her, and she couldn't ever recall a time where she was this uncomfortable around him. She wondered if it was because he was with little Miss Ann over there.
Anyway the ride there was uncomfortable, and the fact that Vegeta kept stealing glances at her in the review mirror had her a little unnerved. Then to make matters worse Trunks and Christy decided that they were going to make out right there in the back seat.
*Does this woman have any shame? I mean Vegeta is right there in the front seat for Kami's sake.
Pan tried her hardest to inch further away from the couple, and found that she was pinned against the side of the car. With her peripheral vision she glanced at the couple, and she noticed that Trunks was being even bolder than before. This time he had his hands between the girls legs, and Pan had to suppress the urge to gag right then and there.
She turned her head back forward, and she noticed that Vegeta was looking at her funny once again. She turned her eyes away from his knowing glance, and looked out the window. Suddenly Vegeta's voice ranged out loud, and everybody jumped in fear at the demanding tone of his voice.
"Brat! Get a room. I won't tolerate the two of you making out like spring bunnies in my car!"
Trunks and Christy immediately broke their embrace, and Pan couldn't help but smile. She turned her head towards the window once again. During the remainder of the ride, Pan kept staring out of the window. She didn't care to see Trunks frolicking around in the backseat, and she didn't want to see Vegeta's staring at her any longer although she was aware that he was.
They finally made it to Ihop after what seemed like hours, and Pan jumped out the backseat the moment the car was stopped. She waited until everyone was out of the car, and they all made their way towards the restaurant. Bra had been talking to her dad, and there was no doubt that they were talking about Trunks little girlfriend. Pan noticed that they kept giving the woman sidelong glances. She wondered if they hated Christy just as much as she hated her.
She cringed when she noticed Trunks eyes piercing into her own, and she quickly darted them away. Her eyes stayed planted to the ground, until they were standing inside the restaurant. After five minutes the group was ushered to their table, and seats were immediately taken. They were seated in a curved booth, and Christy and Trunks were the first to sit down. Bra took the seat next to Christy, because she knew that I couldn't stand the woman. I was seated at the end of the table, and Vegeta was seated across from me with Trunks sitting right next to him.
After a few minutes of waiting, a scrawny nurse with blonde hair sauntered up to the table. Pan wasn't sure if was because Trunks was there, or if it was because it was a natural thing. The waitress placed five menu's down on the table, and held a worn notepad in her other hand. She reached in her apron and pulled out a simple ink pen.
"Would anyone like something to drink while you go over the menu's?" The waitress asked.
"Can I get a pitcher of orange juice?" Pan asked.
"I'll take a pitcher of water." Vegeta said
"Give me a pitcher of apple juice." Bra said.
"I want a pitcher of lemonade." Trunks said plainly.
The waitress looked at Christy, and she had a look of astonishment on her face.
"And what would you like Miss?" The waitress asked.
"Just a glass of pineapple juice."
"Only a glass?"
"That's what she said. Now get!" Vegeta shouted.
There was a look of embarrassed faces turning crimson red, and everyone turned their steely glares at Vegeta. Everyone here knew that Vegeta was grumpy as ever, but to yell at the waitress was just rude. Pan knew that something was troubling Vegeta, and so she decided to try the bold approach and ask him what was wrong.
"Vegeta, are you all right?" Pan asked.
She noticed that Trunks turned his attention towards her, and lifted up a lavender eyebrow up in confusion.
"Other than the fact that I'm hungry, I'm fine."
"Oh.OK." Pan said nervously.
Pan noticed that Trunks turned his attention back towards Christy, and she turned towards Bra who was busy checking her reflection in a compact mirror.
"Do you ever give it a rest Bra?" Pan said jokingly.
"Give what a rest?"
"Putting that goop on your face every time you go some where. It's not like you need it."
"Pan you could stand to use a little makeup every now and then yourself. That could be the reason why you don't have a boyfriend yet." Bra said angrily.
Pan heard a light chuckle from Christy, and she became angry that Bra lashed out at her like that. She felt her face flush anger, but it was her emotion of sadness that suddenly took over. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she stood up to leave for the bathroom. She refused to let them see her cry, and she wasn't about to let them see that Bra words did sting and did have a bit of truth to him.
However just as soon as was about to make her escape to the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grab her arm. She glanced down at the arm that was holding her, and then she noticed that the owner of the arm was Vegeta. She looked into his cold eyes, and waited to see what he had to say. She could feel the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"Don't you dare cry. You're a Saiyan, and Saiyan's are not weak."
Pan tried not to cry, but the tears fell anyway. She felt so embarrassed to be crying over something so juvenile as a meager insult. However, the tears fell. She tried to pry her arm away from Vegeta, but he kept a firm grip on her arm. She suddenly realized that all eyes were on her, and that Bra was now standing up on the side of her.
Pan tried her best to turn her back to the group, so that they wouldn't see her cry. She could hear Vegeta and Bra talking to each other, but she couldn't hear what they were saying because she was too concerned about her own pain. She felt Bra put a hand on her shoulder, and she twisted until Bra dropped her hand back to her side.
"Pan I'm sorry. Please don't cry. I didn't mean it."
For some reason that one comment made the tears fall even faster, and Pan was suddenly crying even harder. Then Vegeta did something totally unexpected that made everyone else gasped out in surprise. Vegeta pulled on Pan's arm and pulled her down in his lap. Pan had a look of surprise and shock written all over her face, and she tried to stand back up but to no avail.
"Brat! Will you be still? Now I will not have you embarrassing me in this place! If you want to cry, then do it here. Don't go running away like a scared little child. Face your problems like a Saiyan, and for Kami's sake stop behaving as if you were five years old. I thought that you were stronger than that Panny."
Suddenly Pan's sadness was overtaken by a different emotion, and that was that of anger. She balled up her fist, and then she aimed straight at the Prince of all Saiyan's face. The punch connected with his nose, and she stood up glowering above him. She crossed her hands over her chest, and looked at the man with a look of hatred.
"For your information Vegeta, I am not a child. I'll do what I want when I want, and you're not going to stop me. Got it?"
It was then that she remembered that it was Vegeta that gave her a place to stay, and the fact that she had just publicly humiliated him probably ensured that she was going to be out on the streets tonight. So she thought that the next course of action would be to apologize, and hope that Vegeta wasn't too mad.
"Vegeta? I'm sorry. I had no right to hit you."
"Bull. You're Saiyan. It's in your blood to fight, but don't think for one minute that I'm going to let you get away with that. After breakfast meet me in the gravity chamber for a little spar. We'll see if we can burn off some of that anger. Oh and Trunks I want you there too. You're getting too soft, especially since you spend so much time with the human."
"Dad I'm going to be busy tonight." Trunks complained.
"Busy training." Vegeta said plainly.
Trunks shot a dirty look in Pan's direction, and then rolled his eyes once before returning his attention back to Christy. Pan sat back down in her seat, and Bra was immediately hugging her and apologizing to her. Pan's attention was directed back towards Trunks and Christy. She noticed that they were stealing quick glances at her, and snickering quietly among themselves. If it weren't for her Saiyan hearing, she might have missed their laughter all together.
Finally after a while the waitress returned with the drinks. Because she had so many pitchers, she had to use a cart to carry all of their drinks. She placed all the drinks in front of the designated drinker, and then she pulled out her notepad once again.
"So have you guys decided what you're going to eat yet?"
"Yes. I'll have seven of the number one specials." Vegeta said.
"Give me three ruity tooty fresh and fruity breakfast special." Bra said.
"I'll take nine plates of the bacon and eggs platter." Trunks said.
"I want five plates of your number six breakfast specials." Pan said
"Miss?" The waitresses asked Christy.
"I just want a cheese omelet special, with bacon."
"You just want one plate?"
"Isn't that what she said!" Vegeta shouted again.
"All right already. Sheesh. Talk about a tough crowd to please. Anyway let's see if I've got everything correct. That's seven number ones for the moody fellow. Three plates of the ruity tooty fresh and fruity breakfast special for the beauty queen. Nine plates of the bacon and eggs for the cutie pie. Five plates of the number six for the drama Queen. Yes the entire restaurant saw your dramatics. Finally one cheese omelet special with a side order of bacon for the lady with the normal appetite. Is everything here correct?"
"Yes that's correct." Pan said.
"You do know that it's going to be awhile before you get your orders. Right?"
"Well the sooner you put in our order, the sooner we'll get it!" Vegeta yelled again.
The waitress rolled her eyes, and walked away before Vegeta could insult her again.
"If anyone here even thinks of giving that weakling a tip, I'll personally kill you myself." Vegeta quipped.
After about one hour later, their food was brought to the table. As Saiyan's they were able to eat all their food. Once they were through they left the restaurant, and the mess behind. They were all laughing because of the look on the waitress's face when she realized that she hadn't received a tip. So nevertheless the ride back home went without incident. Soon they dropped off Christy at her house, and then they went home.
Once they made it into the house, Pan noticed that Bulma was talking to a very attractive man. She was just about to head upstairs to change into her training gi, when Bulma's voice stopped her.
"Pan. Trunks. Can I see you both for a moment?"
Both Trunks and Pan made their way to where Bulma and the mysterious man were standing. They waited for Bulma to speak, and Pan noticed that the man before her kept running his eyes up and down her form. Not that she minded.
"Pan. Trunks. This is Adam Moran. He will be working for us as the Human Resources general manager. Pan, you will be doing a lot of paperwork for him. So this Monday I want you to get together and get yourselves situated. On the other hand Pan is also going to be working for you Trunks."
"What the hell for?" Trunks shouted.
"She's going to be your secretary, until she can earn enough money to go back home."
"I don't need a secretary mom."
"We've already discussed this Trunks. Pan is going to be your secetary, and that's final!"
"Fine. Can I go now?" Trunks asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Mr. Moran it's been a pleasure meeting you, and I hope that I'll get a chance to talk to again." Trunks said as he shook his hand.
"It's been a pleasure Mr. Briefs."
Trunks walked away, and Bulma looked back towards Pan and Adam.
"Well I'll let you two get acquainted. I'll be in the lab Adam, once you're done talking to Pan meet me there."
Bulma walked off towards her lab.
"So Pan, do you have a last name?"
"Yes.It's Son. Pan Son."
"Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
"Thank you." Pan said blushing.
"So how long have you known Mrs. Briefs?"
"Since I was a baby. She was there when I was born."
"Since you were born? Then you must be awfully young?"
"I'm not that young you know."
"I know that it's not polite to ask a woman her age, but."
Pan cut him off.
"I'm 26 years old. Is that too young for you Mr. Moran?" Pan said flirtingly."
Hardly. I guess you're old enough."
The two stared into each other's eyes, and Pan noticed that he had hazel green eyes. Her heart thumped in her chest, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pry her eyes away from him. It wasn't until Trunks came back into the room that Pan was able to look away from Adam's intense gaze. She turned her attention back towards Trunks, and waited until he was standing right in front of her.
"Pan. Dad's waiting, and you know how he gets when he has to wait."
"Ok. Tell him that I'll be down shortly."
Trunks headed towards the gravity room, and he purposely started to walk slowly in order to hear their conversation.
"Well Miss. Son. It has been a pleasure meeting you. I guess I'll see you Monday."
"Monday it is."
Adam reached out and grabbed Pan's hand, and he brought it up to his lips. He placed his soft lips on the back of Pan's hand, and then he lifted up his eyes to meet her eyes. Pan nearly fell over at the seductiveness of it all, and she could feel her breath restrict in her throat. She could do nothing but stare in his green eyes, as his lips lingered on her hand.
Trunks on the other hand heard the soft kiss being shared between the two, and he had to turn around to see if his suspensions were true. For a brief moment he thought that Adam had kissed Pan on the mouth, but was relieved to see that he was just kissing her hand. He immediately turned back around to walk out the door. Once he realized that he was relieved that Adam hadn't been kissing Pan on the lips, he mentally chastised himself for doing so. Pan had been a constant thorn in his side, and now she was supposed to be working for him.
*I'll be glad when she goes back home, and then maybe things will turn back to normal around here.
So he walked off the gravity room, leaving Pan alone with Adam.
"I guess I'll see you then." Adam told Pan as he removed his lips from her hand.
"Definitely. Goodbye Mr. Moran." Pan smirked.
Pan headed towards the gravity room. She knew that she had kept Vegeta waiting long enough, and she decided that she wasn't going to put on her training gear. As she walked up to the gravity room, one thought resounded in her head over and over again.
*Man he sure is cute.
That's it for this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and once again I'm sorry for the delay.
Next chapter: Pan, Vegeta, and Trunks spar. It won't be pretty. Especially when things get out of hand between Pan and Trunks. Monday morning also comes, and the gentle flirtations between Adam and Pan continue. Also we'll take a little trip to visit the cheater Videl, and we'll see how Gohan's holding up. Also just where is Goku, and what is his fate? How does he feel about the latest turn of events, and can he ever forgive himself for the things that he has done.