Night Shadows- Chapter 1
by Tanyaneko
Disclaimer: Due to the fact that I'm feeling lazy today, you get the same old disclaimer as before. I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT. I don't make any money off of this, either. I just write because it's fun... (and it's something to do when I can't sleep.)
Pan smiled as she moved around her yellow kitchen, cooking. Even though it was night, the room still looked like it was filled with sunshine. Her menu looked to be enough food to feed at least ten sumo wrestlers, but it was just enough for her demi-Saiyajin appetite, maybe someone else if she was in the mood for sharing.
She was twenty-six now, out of college, with her own apartment, and she was working at Capsule Corp.
Her bright laugh filled the room as she remembered how she'd threatened to kill Trunks if he didn't give her the job. He had been about to, anyway, as she was very qualified, but to her there was no fun in just applying. Besides, at the time she hadn't had a good spar in awhile. Obviously, he'd hired her, and to deal with her lack of sparring partners, she'd convinced Vegeta to let her start training with him. Sure, she had a different life now, but she still loved fighting. And anyway, Vegeta had told her something interesting...
She smirked then and walked over to her phone, the sunshiny yellow matching the rest of the kitchen. (Bra had done all the decorating for Pan, who couldn't for all of Gohan's genes in her figure out why her friend found it so fun). She punched in a number and then listened to the ringing for awhile before the person on the other end picked up.
"Hmph," she said, annoyance at having to wait making her tone snappish. "Took you long enough." Pause.
"No, I'm not really mad at you." She began to twirl the phone cord around her finger.
Her previous mood was obviously forgotten as the corners of her mouth quirked up and and her eyes twinkled with amusement. Her smile sounded in her cheerful voice as she continued to speak into the phone. "That's nice to know. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?"
"That's not funny!" She yelled. "You know my food isn't poison like Bulma's. Not anymore, at least. You shouldn't keep comparing me to her."
"Why?" She sighed, and her head dropped a little, her voice becoming quiet as she frowned. "So you can't make it because you're having dinner with your family. You could have told me so in the first place."
"No, no, I'm not too disappointed," she lied.
"Of course I'll be there the usual time! Do you really think that just because you turned me down for dinner I won't show up tomorrow? You think too lowly of me."
"Yes, well bye, then." She heard the click and then her frown turned to a smirk as she looked at the phone.
No way, Trunks Briefs. I'm not giving up on you that easily. Know it or not, you're mine. She laughed to herself. Your daddy told me so. And I'm not going to wait around for you to figure it out like some damsel in distress. No, I'm Son Pan.
Later, so late that the crickets were chirping and the owls were hooting so loudly that she wanted to break her own window and ki blast them until they were so fried they fell off the branches they were on, she closed the book she was reading, and reached over to click off the light. Then she let her eyelids flutter closed and rested her head on her soft fluffy pillow, the light fabric contrasting with her dark hair that she'd allowed to grow and was now so long and flowing that it spilled over her pillow like water over rocks. Suddenly, she heard a noise, and she turned on the light, blinking her dark eyes to readjust to the brightness.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
There, she'd heard it again.
Rap. Rap. RAP.
It was more insitent this time, and she glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.
RAP. RAP. RAP. RAP. RAP!
Ah, the window. She used her hands to push herself up into a sitting position, cast aside her blue cloud blanket, allowing it to fall to the soft blue carpet, and walked over. She pulled open the curtains, letting the silvery-white moonlight in, and smiled at the figure floating right outside against the backdrop of the starry night sky.
That's it for chapter one. Did you like it? Hate it? Have any ideas what should come next? Want to be my prereader (please)?
~Tanyaneko aka N-chan (Tanyaneko@aol.com)
by Tanyaneko
Disclaimer: Due to the fact that I'm feeling lazy today, you get the same old disclaimer as before. I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT. I don't make any money off of this, either. I just write because it's fun... (and it's something to do when I can't sleep.)
Pan smiled as she moved around her yellow kitchen, cooking. Even though it was night, the room still looked like it was filled with sunshine. Her menu looked to be enough food to feed at least ten sumo wrestlers, but it was just enough for her demi-Saiyajin appetite, maybe someone else if she was in the mood for sharing.
She was twenty-six now, out of college, with her own apartment, and she was working at Capsule Corp.
Her bright laugh filled the room as she remembered how she'd threatened to kill Trunks if he didn't give her the job. He had been about to, anyway, as she was very qualified, but to her there was no fun in just applying. Besides, at the time she hadn't had a good spar in awhile. Obviously, he'd hired her, and to deal with her lack of sparring partners, she'd convinced Vegeta to let her start training with him. Sure, she had a different life now, but she still loved fighting. And anyway, Vegeta had told her something interesting...
She smirked then and walked over to her phone, the sunshiny yellow matching the rest of the kitchen. (Bra had done all the decorating for Pan, who couldn't for all of Gohan's genes in her figure out why her friend found it so fun). She punched in a number and then listened to the ringing for awhile before the person on the other end picked up.
"Hmph," she said, annoyance at having to wait making her tone snappish. "Took you long enough." Pause.
"No, I'm not really mad at you." She began to twirl the phone cord around her finger.
Her previous mood was obviously forgotten as the corners of her mouth quirked up and and her eyes twinkled with amusement. Her smile sounded in her cheerful voice as she continued to speak into the phone. "That's nice to know. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner?"
"That's not funny!" She yelled. "You know my food isn't poison like Bulma's. Not anymore, at least. You shouldn't keep comparing me to her."
"Why?" She sighed, and her head dropped a little, her voice becoming quiet as she frowned. "So you can't make it because you're having dinner with your family. You could have told me so in the first place."
"No, no, I'm not too disappointed," she lied.
"Of course I'll be there the usual time! Do you really think that just because you turned me down for dinner I won't show up tomorrow? You think too lowly of me."
"Yes, well bye, then." She heard the click and then her frown turned to a smirk as she looked at the phone.
No way, Trunks Briefs. I'm not giving up on you that easily. Know it or not, you're mine. She laughed to herself. Your daddy told me so. And I'm not going to wait around for you to figure it out like some damsel in distress. No, I'm Son Pan.
Later, so late that the crickets were chirping and the owls were hooting so loudly that she wanted to break her own window and ki blast them until they were so fried they fell off the branches they were on, she closed the book she was reading, and reached over to click off the light. Then she let her eyelids flutter closed and rested her head on her soft fluffy pillow, the light fabric contrasting with her dark hair that she'd allowed to grow and was now so long and flowing that it spilled over her pillow like water over rocks. Suddenly, she heard a noise, and she turned on the light, blinking her dark eyes to readjust to the brightness.
Rap. Rap. Rap.
There, she'd heard it again.
Rap. Rap. RAP.
It was more insitent this time, and she glanced around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.
RAP. RAP. RAP. RAP. RAP!
Ah, the window. She used her hands to push herself up into a sitting position, cast aside her blue cloud blanket, allowing it to fall to the soft blue carpet, and walked over. She pulled open the curtains, letting the silvery-white moonlight in, and smiled at the figure floating right outside against the backdrop of the starry night sky.
That's it for chapter one. Did you like it? Hate it? Have any ideas what should come next? Want to be my prereader (please)?
~Tanyaneko aka N-chan (Tanyaneko@aol.com)