Hi all! No I don't own DBZ but the whole Trunks/Gohan thing (next chapter)
is sorta from Trunks' own little movie about his past (Which I own! Yay!)
and basically this fic is based in Mirai Trunks'/ Mirai Pan' timeline just
so's ya know that Trunks hasn't gone back in time and he's still struggling
with that little android problem. (My grammar's not this bad in the fic
itself.) Anywayz, hope you enjoy! O and review! Cool. Ok start
reading......now!
HIGH VOLTAGE
Slowly she unraveled the tape wrapped tightly about her hands and ran her hands under cool sink water to relieve the burning sensation she felt in them after releasing tons of energy to fight invisible enemies while training. She glanced up at the calendar as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. 'Oh......it's that day again. I completely forgot. When you've got almost no job you don't really pay attention to dates I guess.' Her completely black cat, Star, walked by and she turned from the calendar to feed the cat and talk to it. "Hey Star, today's my birthday......again. I'm thinking a nice shower for me, and a can of tuna for you since it's a special day......and then maybe......I'll go dancing. You know, at a club. Or have dinner somewhere nice. What do you think about that?" The only reply she received from the busily eating cat was a curious stare and a tiny meow.
"It's settled then.......dancing. I'm too hungry right now to wait for some over- paid, overly-perky waiter to bring me an over-priced dinner. I'll eat here before I go. Thanks Star." Another meow came from the cat.
"Guess that means I have to wash up then huh? Dende I sound stupid talking to a cat. Oh well." She chugged a bottle of water, ate like a horse, and then climbed into the shower to wash away the dirt and grime of the day. After she had toweled off and turned on her cheap CD player to blast Zeppelin, the dilemma of what to wear presented itself to her. While thinking, she fidgeted with her necklace, a black, metal star on a chain double roped around her neck to form a loose choker, which she wore day and night and never took off. Messing with it had become a habit by now.
Oh sure, her father, Gohan, had told her stories about the necklace she had had since birth but once she reached a certain age she assumed they were nothing but fairy tales. Although with her unusual heritage the stories didn't seem quite so preposterous. She could still remember as a little child being entranced by the legend of 'Dragonballs' when her father had sat by her bedside and told her all about the history of the necklace.
"Panny, do you know what that is?" he had said when he tucked her in at night, pointing at her necklace. And then the once young and innocent Pan Son would answer, "Nooooooo," even though she had heard the tale many times before. It was her favorite among the many told about her sayajin ancestry.
"It was a gift from Shenlong, the dragon that granted wishes. Do you remember him from the stories Pan-chan?"
"Of course! He came up from all the Dragonballs when they were put together!"
"Do you remember how many of them there were?"
"Seven!!!" she would reply dutifully, as if learning lessons.
"Right. And do you know which one yours came from?"
"Nooooo," even though she knew perfectly well.
"It came from the first Dragonball, the one with one star in the
center."
"Aaaaaaaannddd......"
"Well," he continued with a pained look on his face, which Pan, at the age of ten, had not picked up on during all those nights of history lessons, "Shenlong decided along with Dende that the Dragonballs were too dangerous to the Earth because of the awesome power that they might grant someone in the wrong hands."
"But you and the Z-fighters were the only ones who ever got the Dragonballs!" Pan would blurt.
"Are you sure you've never heard this story before?" Gohan would ask slyly.
Pan would put a hand to her mouth and shake her head vigorously until her dad continued while she tried not to giggle from behind her tightly clamped hand, "Yes, well, even though the Z-fighters were the only ones who had ever retrieved the Dragonballs, the fact was, our enemies were getting more and more powerful and we couldn't risk the destruction of Earth so......Shenlong destroyed them." At this point Gohan's expression would always become inexplicably sad. "And as a gift to Grandpa Goku, he gave him the star inside the first Dragonball. Which is what you're wearing around your neck." And then trying to lighten the mood, Gohan would say, "It's funny because from the outside the stars inside the Dragonballs always looked Orange, but when they were broken, the star was black. I suppose it's because the ball itself was yellow."
But Pan would occasionally notice Gohan's pain and ask, "If the Dragonballs were still unbroken, would you bring Grandpa Goku back to life so I could meet him?" A question that wasn't meant to be any harm, but was a sharp reminder of the past for Gohan.
"Of course Panny!" he would reply as enthusiastically as possible. Then after kissing her goodnight he would walk out of the room in pain. What had started out an innocent bedtime story had become the reopening of a painful wound that had never quite healed. And he would think to himself, 'Dende why in the world did you have to......if he hadn't died......things would have been different,' and he hoped that Dende had heard and would give him the strength to rectify the past.
"Jerk!" Pan spat with bitterness, referring to her father as she returned to the present, 'Why'd he go and......die,' she thought painfully, as a tear ran down her face. She quickly wiped it, and all traces of her father, away as she realized that she had been staring blankly at her closet for several minutes in nothing but a towel while recalling events that had happened eight years ago. 'So,' she thought, 'this is it. Baggy/ripped pants, old shirt, more baggy/ripped pants, more old shirts, and......where in the world did this come from? Oh now I remember. Huh, a hand-me-down from dear old mum. Too bad she went and died too!' Her thoughts were bitter but formed from love and longing that she could not express instead of hate. 'Jeez I don't remember the dress being this tight,' she said as she slipped it on. Not that it didn't fit her. In fact it fit her absolutely perfect, hugging every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination in all of its short, tight, black, spaghetti-strap dress-ness. 'Egad, more memories,' she thought as she remembered exactly when she had gotten the dress.
"This is the dress I wore when your father and I went on our first date," she giggled secretively with Pan only a year after her father's death. Pan remembered wondering how her mother could possibly giggle seeing as how Gohan's death had affected her the most, but perhaps it was in reminiscence and would help Videl.
'Hah!' the present-day Pan thought, 'Fat chance!'
"And I can remember exactly the look on his face! Ha ha! Your grandpa would've beaten him up if he could've when he saw Gohan ogling me like that." And then Videl looked at Pan and said, "Pan honey, you are going to be so gorgeous when you grow up you know that?" She handed the dress to Pan, who tried it on every morning for the next week and a half before realizing it would be a while before she grew into it.
Pan snapped back into the present for the second time that day and regarded herself in the mirror with disdain. "Yuck. Way too tight for my liking. Unfortunately I don't have anything else to wear so this is it." She powered up with a blast of energy to quickly dry her raven hair (Ha! Just try and sell her a hair dryer!) and pulled the parts just above her ears back and tied them in the back, leaving the few strands in front of her face which never seemed to behave when she wanted them to.
'Make-up? Don't own any. Alright, I'm off then.' She grabbed money off of the couch of her dingy, cheap apartment which she had hardly bothered to decorate and went out the door, giving a last goodbye to the most beloved thing in her life-Star. Out the door, down the several flights of stairs, out another door, and across the street until, at 9:00, she was sure that every one of the people who were stupid enough to be on the streets at this time of night would be stone drunk and wouldn't care if they saw something unusual, say, a girl flying.
'C'mon, anything! I'm not picky!' Pan contemplated as she searched for any type of relatively respectable night club where she could dance away the night away and forget for a couple of hours the life that gave her so much pain. And suddenly she spotted a huge neon sign with the words 'High Voltage' sprawled across it and, because it didn't look run-down and the crowd outside weren't all lustful men, but rather couples, she chose to land a block away and walk to the entrance line, where she paid the drunken man at the door. That was maybe the only good thing about the androids' destruction; only eighteen and nobody cared to card her or ask her age because corruption ran so rampant that age was irrelevant.
As she walked in and looked at the masses of people dancing, a sense of expectation suddenly wormed its way into her brain, and it wasn't because of the kick one gets on a birthday and it wasn't a good feeling for Pan.
***
It's the end of the chapter! That was just Pan's little story, a little insight into her world. Oh! I forgot to mention that I totally just winged it on the Dragonballs thing but I have a place where her necklace will fit in just perfectly so don't berate me on my little over-done dramatic spiel about the necklace! Hee hee, o yeah, and review please! Did I already ask you that? O well.
----lysie--- that's pronounced lee-see......just thought I oughta let you know I'm not some sort of toilet bowl cleaner......get it??? Lysol! lysie?!?!?!?!? Hahaha......ok.
HIGH VOLTAGE
Slowly she unraveled the tape wrapped tightly about her hands and ran her hands under cool sink water to relieve the burning sensation she felt in them after releasing tons of energy to fight invisible enemies while training. She glanced up at the calendar as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. 'Oh......it's that day again. I completely forgot. When you've got almost no job you don't really pay attention to dates I guess.' Her completely black cat, Star, walked by and she turned from the calendar to feed the cat and talk to it. "Hey Star, today's my birthday......again. I'm thinking a nice shower for me, and a can of tuna for you since it's a special day......and then maybe......I'll go dancing. You know, at a club. Or have dinner somewhere nice. What do you think about that?" The only reply she received from the busily eating cat was a curious stare and a tiny meow.
"It's settled then.......dancing. I'm too hungry right now to wait for some over- paid, overly-perky waiter to bring me an over-priced dinner. I'll eat here before I go. Thanks Star." Another meow came from the cat.
"Guess that means I have to wash up then huh? Dende I sound stupid talking to a cat. Oh well." She chugged a bottle of water, ate like a horse, and then climbed into the shower to wash away the dirt and grime of the day. After she had toweled off and turned on her cheap CD player to blast Zeppelin, the dilemma of what to wear presented itself to her. While thinking, she fidgeted with her necklace, a black, metal star on a chain double roped around her neck to form a loose choker, which she wore day and night and never took off. Messing with it had become a habit by now.
Oh sure, her father, Gohan, had told her stories about the necklace she had had since birth but once she reached a certain age she assumed they were nothing but fairy tales. Although with her unusual heritage the stories didn't seem quite so preposterous. She could still remember as a little child being entranced by the legend of 'Dragonballs' when her father had sat by her bedside and told her all about the history of the necklace.
"Panny, do you know what that is?" he had said when he tucked her in at night, pointing at her necklace. And then the once young and innocent Pan Son would answer, "Nooooooo," even though she had heard the tale many times before. It was her favorite among the many told about her sayajin ancestry.
"It was a gift from Shenlong, the dragon that granted wishes. Do you remember him from the stories Pan-chan?"
"Of course! He came up from all the Dragonballs when they were put together!"
"Do you remember how many of them there were?"
"Seven!!!" she would reply dutifully, as if learning lessons.
"Right. And do you know which one yours came from?"
"Nooooo," even though she knew perfectly well.
"It came from the first Dragonball, the one with one star in the
center."
"Aaaaaaaannddd......"
"Well," he continued with a pained look on his face, which Pan, at the age of ten, had not picked up on during all those nights of history lessons, "Shenlong decided along with Dende that the Dragonballs were too dangerous to the Earth because of the awesome power that they might grant someone in the wrong hands."
"But you and the Z-fighters were the only ones who ever got the Dragonballs!" Pan would blurt.
"Are you sure you've never heard this story before?" Gohan would ask slyly.
Pan would put a hand to her mouth and shake her head vigorously until her dad continued while she tried not to giggle from behind her tightly clamped hand, "Yes, well, even though the Z-fighters were the only ones who had ever retrieved the Dragonballs, the fact was, our enemies were getting more and more powerful and we couldn't risk the destruction of Earth so......Shenlong destroyed them." At this point Gohan's expression would always become inexplicably sad. "And as a gift to Grandpa Goku, he gave him the star inside the first Dragonball. Which is what you're wearing around your neck." And then trying to lighten the mood, Gohan would say, "It's funny because from the outside the stars inside the Dragonballs always looked Orange, but when they were broken, the star was black. I suppose it's because the ball itself was yellow."
But Pan would occasionally notice Gohan's pain and ask, "If the Dragonballs were still unbroken, would you bring Grandpa Goku back to life so I could meet him?" A question that wasn't meant to be any harm, but was a sharp reminder of the past for Gohan.
"Of course Panny!" he would reply as enthusiastically as possible. Then after kissing her goodnight he would walk out of the room in pain. What had started out an innocent bedtime story had become the reopening of a painful wound that had never quite healed. And he would think to himself, 'Dende why in the world did you have to......if he hadn't died......things would have been different,' and he hoped that Dende had heard and would give him the strength to rectify the past.
"Jerk!" Pan spat with bitterness, referring to her father as she returned to the present, 'Why'd he go and......die,' she thought painfully, as a tear ran down her face. She quickly wiped it, and all traces of her father, away as she realized that she had been staring blankly at her closet for several minutes in nothing but a towel while recalling events that had happened eight years ago. 'So,' she thought, 'this is it. Baggy/ripped pants, old shirt, more baggy/ripped pants, more old shirts, and......where in the world did this come from? Oh now I remember. Huh, a hand-me-down from dear old mum. Too bad she went and died too!' Her thoughts were bitter but formed from love and longing that she could not express instead of hate. 'Jeez I don't remember the dress being this tight,' she said as she slipped it on. Not that it didn't fit her. In fact it fit her absolutely perfect, hugging every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination in all of its short, tight, black, spaghetti-strap dress-ness. 'Egad, more memories,' she thought as she remembered exactly when she had gotten the dress.
"This is the dress I wore when your father and I went on our first date," she giggled secretively with Pan only a year after her father's death. Pan remembered wondering how her mother could possibly giggle seeing as how Gohan's death had affected her the most, but perhaps it was in reminiscence and would help Videl.
'Hah!' the present-day Pan thought, 'Fat chance!'
"And I can remember exactly the look on his face! Ha ha! Your grandpa would've beaten him up if he could've when he saw Gohan ogling me like that." And then Videl looked at Pan and said, "Pan honey, you are going to be so gorgeous when you grow up you know that?" She handed the dress to Pan, who tried it on every morning for the next week and a half before realizing it would be a while before she grew into it.
Pan snapped back into the present for the second time that day and regarded herself in the mirror with disdain. "Yuck. Way too tight for my liking. Unfortunately I don't have anything else to wear so this is it." She powered up with a blast of energy to quickly dry her raven hair (Ha! Just try and sell her a hair dryer!) and pulled the parts just above her ears back and tied them in the back, leaving the few strands in front of her face which never seemed to behave when she wanted them to.
'Make-up? Don't own any. Alright, I'm off then.' She grabbed money off of the couch of her dingy, cheap apartment which she had hardly bothered to decorate and went out the door, giving a last goodbye to the most beloved thing in her life-Star. Out the door, down the several flights of stairs, out another door, and across the street until, at 9:00, she was sure that every one of the people who were stupid enough to be on the streets at this time of night would be stone drunk and wouldn't care if they saw something unusual, say, a girl flying.
'C'mon, anything! I'm not picky!' Pan contemplated as she searched for any type of relatively respectable night club where she could dance away the night away and forget for a couple of hours the life that gave her so much pain. And suddenly she spotted a huge neon sign with the words 'High Voltage' sprawled across it and, because it didn't look run-down and the crowd outside weren't all lustful men, but rather couples, she chose to land a block away and walk to the entrance line, where she paid the drunken man at the door. That was maybe the only good thing about the androids' destruction; only eighteen and nobody cared to card her or ask her age because corruption ran so rampant that age was irrelevant.
As she walked in and looked at the masses of people dancing, a sense of expectation suddenly wormed its way into her brain, and it wasn't because of the kick one gets on a birthday and it wasn't a good feeling for Pan.
***
It's the end of the chapter! That was just Pan's little story, a little insight into her world. Oh! I forgot to mention that I totally just winged it on the Dragonballs thing but I have a place where her necklace will fit in just perfectly so don't berate me on my little over-done dramatic spiel about the necklace! Hee hee, o yeah, and review please! Did I already ask you that? O well.
----lysie--- that's pronounced lee-see......just thought I oughta let you know I'm not some sort of toilet bowl cleaner......get it??? Lysol! lysie?!?!?!?!? Hahaha......ok.