I'm back with a second fanfic. Hehehe, I'm sure you all are probably sick
of me already, but I'm trying.
Ages:
Pan Xaioyin- 15 ½ Gohan: 34 Videl: 34
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"Pan!" my mother called to me from downstairs. "It's time to eat! Tell your father, too." I set down a large world history book and slid off my bed. "Daddy," I said, opening the newly painted door. "I heard, Panny," he said after smiling warmly at me. "Oh," I muttered. "Well, Mom made this new chicken and rice dish. It's supposed to be some kind of Chinese soup or something."
"Smells like... Broccoli and soy sauce," Daddy observed when the aroma crept around our new house. This was the third time moving in 5 years. Finally, we settled for a small cozy home in Japan's mountain ranges.
"Gohan Xaioyin! Mom yelled. "Any day now!" Daddy and I chuckled at this.
"Coming, Mom!" I laughed and skipped towards the dining room. Turning around, I noticed my father frowning at a window. "Daddy? You okay?" He tore his gaze away from the brewing storm outside to show me a smile. "I'm fine, Pan-Chan. Lets eat before your mother goes ape on me."
"So, Panny, what's been going on at school?" Daddy was trying to start a conversation.
"Not much. I'm only making a B plus in social studies this year, though. American history is fascinating," I replied, smoothly covering up the fact that my grade was slipping.
"Sounds like you should study more. An A would be nice," Mom said.
She saw right through me. Darn it.
"I'll try."
"So, have you met any boys lately?" Mom asked. I saw Daddy shift uncomfortably.
"Not really. I've made a few friends, though. Lets see, there's Jake, Bra, Shinto, Kaeko, and there was this other kid... I think his name started with a G- ummm, Goten, I think."
Daddy spit out his food and looked like he'd seen a ghost. "G- Goten?"
"Yeah. He was really nice to me. Seems familiar somehow. Hmmm." I shrugged it off. Daddy didn't though. He and Mom exchanged identical horrified glances.
"Did you catch his last name?"
"Yeah- Son, Son Goten." Just after I answered, a bolt of lightning lit the already bright kitchen, and a clap of thunder rumbled in the distance. I looked out the window as rain splattered down the shining glass pane.
"Excuse us, Pan." Daddy glared at my mother, and they both left the table. I raised an eyebrow and shoveled the rest of the chicken and rice into my mouth. I followed my parents' heated voices upstairs. They seemed to be arguing about something. I decided to eavesdrop and pressed my ear to the door.
"Videl, why didn't you tell me they still lived here?!"
Mom lowered her head. "I didn't want to. You seemed so happy with the job offer from that corporation and we've traveled too much as it is. Pan deserves to be here... She deserves to be with her other family, Gohan! You can't take that away!"
I resisted the urge to gasp. Our relatives? I didn't think they were still alive.
"My father was a great man. He was always fighting for the good of mankind, saving the planet. I was a warrior, too, Videl," Daddy said. "When the fate of the universe rests in your hands, and the lust for your enemy's blood slowly drains away all your sanity... It leads to mistakes, only pain and mistakes. I just don't want our daughter to go through it like I did."
"How long have you been keeping this from me?" I had revealed my presence.
"Pan, honey-" Mom started, but I cut her off.
"All this time, I had family, and had never known?! How could you do this to me?!" I balled my hands into tiny fists.
"Panny, we didn't want you to get hurt," Daddy explained.
"Too late," I spat.
"No, Pan, listen to me. One of the reasons I took the job offer is so that we would never stay in the same place. Goten is my younger brother, and you- Your real name is Pan Son." His voice got soft. "A force called the Red Ribbon Army has targeted my side of the family. They need our bodies to create cyborgs powerful enough to take over the planet. New technology has increased the chances of finding us, but I will not allow that to happen."
I couldn't believe it.
"What are we?! Why do they want us?"
Daddy opened his mouth to say something, but the house shook violently, making me nearly loose balance. "What's going on?" My hands quivered and Mom looked as though she would pass out at any given moment.
"They're here, Gohan! What are we going to do?"
"Get Pan away. I'll distract them."
"No, Daddy-"
"Go!"
Mom grabbed my arms, pulling me out the door. We ran to my room, and I became confused. "Why don't we go downstairs?" Mom ignored me. She walked to my bed and lifted it off the ground. Then she tossed it across the room, mattress and all. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Mom, what the-"
"Downstairs is probably swarming with soldiers by now. We knew there was always a chance of this happening, so I had this built in your room just in case." Mom pointed to a carefully concealed trapdoor. I wondered why I had never noticed it before. "Hurry." She opened the door for me, and I jumped down the five-foot-deep hole.
"Aren't you coming," I inquired.
"I'm staying to help your father." Mom smiled at me, and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Go. Take this." She handed me a capsule plane and a slip of paper. I slipped it in the pocket of my jeans.
"Mom, please."
"I love you, Panny." She left. The house trembled again, and this time I was sure explosives caused it. My eyes watered just thinking about all the possibilities of- Not letting myself finish that thought, I crouched and ran through a tunnel that was conveniently attached to the hole. It got steeper and I was sure I was at least a half a mile away from the house.
The narrow burrow ended, giving me a door to get above ground. Rain blurred my vision as I looked back only to see my home engulfed in flames. My father was standing outside, beating his way through hundreds of soldiers. He was surrounded by a bright golden aura, and I was positive it wasn't the flames that made his hair yellow. A beam of light flashed out of his hands, hitting a helicopter, which exploded. I was so shocked that I stopped breathing. Someone shot a tranquilizer gun, and the needle hit him, making his hair go back to its original dark color. In the distance, my mother cried out.
I wanted to scream. Tears now threatened to spill over my eyelashes. I had to leave.
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So, how was that? Not too bad I hope. PLEASE REVIEW. I'll never get tired of feedback! ^_^
-Ja ne!!
Ages:
Pan Xaioyin- 15 ½ Gohan: 34 Videl: 34
~*~*~
"Pan!" my mother called to me from downstairs. "It's time to eat! Tell your father, too." I set down a large world history book and slid off my bed. "Daddy," I said, opening the newly painted door. "I heard, Panny," he said after smiling warmly at me. "Oh," I muttered. "Well, Mom made this new chicken and rice dish. It's supposed to be some kind of Chinese soup or something."
"Smells like... Broccoli and soy sauce," Daddy observed when the aroma crept around our new house. This was the third time moving in 5 years. Finally, we settled for a small cozy home in Japan's mountain ranges.
"Gohan Xaioyin! Mom yelled. "Any day now!" Daddy and I chuckled at this.
"Coming, Mom!" I laughed and skipped towards the dining room. Turning around, I noticed my father frowning at a window. "Daddy? You okay?" He tore his gaze away from the brewing storm outside to show me a smile. "I'm fine, Pan-Chan. Lets eat before your mother goes ape on me."
"So, Panny, what's been going on at school?" Daddy was trying to start a conversation.
"Not much. I'm only making a B plus in social studies this year, though. American history is fascinating," I replied, smoothly covering up the fact that my grade was slipping.
"Sounds like you should study more. An A would be nice," Mom said.
She saw right through me. Darn it.
"I'll try."
"So, have you met any boys lately?" Mom asked. I saw Daddy shift uncomfortably.
"Not really. I've made a few friends, though. Lets see, there's Jake, Bra, Shinto, Kaeko, and there was this other kid... I think his name started with a G- ummm, Goten, I think."
Daddy spit out his food and looked like he'd seen a ghost. "G- Goten?"
"Yeah. He was really nice to me. Seems familiar somehow. Hmmm." I shrugged it off. Daddy didn't though. He and Mom exchanged identical horrified glances.
"Did you catch his last name?"
"Yeah- Son, Son Goten." Just after I answered, a bolt of lightning lit the already bright kitchen, and a clap of thunder rumbled in the distance. I looked out the window as rain splattered down the shining glass pane.
"Excuse us, Pan." Daddy glared at my mother, and they both left the table. I raised an eyebrow and shoveled the rest of the chicken and rice into my mouth. I followed my parents' heated voices upstairs. They seemed to be arguing about something. I decided to eavesdrop and pressed my ear to the door.
"Videl, why didn't you tell me they still lived here?!"
Mom lowered her head. "I didn't want to. You seemed so happy with the job offer from that corporation and we've traveled too much as it is. Pan deserves to be here... She deserves to be with her other family, Gohan! You can't take that away!"
I resisted the urge to gasp. Our relatives? I didn't think they were still alive.
"My father was a great man. He was always fighting for the good of mankind, saving the planet. I was a warrior, too, Videl," Daddy said. "When the fate of the universe rests in your hands, and the lust for your enemy's blood slowly drains away all your sanity... It leads to mistakes, only pain and mistakes. I just don't want our daughter to go through it like I did."
"How long have you been keeping this from me?" I had revealed my presence.
"Pan, honey-" Mom started, but I cut her off.
"All this time, I had family, and had never known?! How could you do this to me?!" I balled my hands into tiny fists.
"Panny, we didn't want you to get hurt," Daddy explained.
"Too late," I spat.
"No, Pan, listen to me. One of the reasons I took the job offer is so that we would never stay in the same place. Goten is my younger brother, and you- Your real name is Pan Son." His voice got soft. "A force called the Red Ribbon Army has targeted my side of the family. They need our bodies to create cyborgs powerful enough to take over the planet. New technology has increased the chances of finding us, but I will not allow that to happen."
I couldn't believe it.
"What are we?! Why do they want us?"
Daddy opened his mouth to say something, but the house shook violently, making me nearly loose balance. "What's going on?" My hands quivered and Mom looked as though she would pass out at any given moment.
"They're here, Gohan! What are we going to do?"
"Get Pan away. I'll distract them."
"No, Daddy-"
"Go!"
Mom grabbed my arms, pulling me out the door. We ran to my room, and I became confused. "Why don't we go downstairs?" Mom ignored me. She walked to my bed and lifted it off the ground. Then she tossed it across the room, mattress and all. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Mom, what the-"
"Downstairs is probably swarming with soldiers by now. We knew there was always a chance of this happening, so I had this built in your room just in case." Mom pointed to a carefully concealed trapdoor. I wondered why I had never noticed it before. "Hurry." She opened the door for me, and I jumped down the five-foot-deep hole.
"Aren't you coming," I inquired.
"I'm staying to help your father." Mom smiled at me, and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Go. Take this." She handed me a capsule plane and a slip of paper. I slipped it in the pocket of my jeans.
"Mom, please."
"I love you, Panny." She left. The house trembled again, and this time I was sure explosives caused it. My eyes watered just thinking about all the possibilities of- Not letting myself finish that thought, I crouched and ran through a tunnel that was conveniently attached to the hole. It got steeper and I was sure I was at least a half a mile away from the house.
The narrow burrow ended, giving me a door to get above ground. Rain blurred my vision as I looked back only to see my home engulfed in flames. My father was standing outside, beating his way through hundreds of soldiers. He was surrounded by a bright golden aura, and I was positive it wasn't the flames that made his hair yellow. A beam of light flashed out of his hands, hitting a helicopter, which exploded. I was so shocked that I stopped breathing. Someone shot a tranquilizer gun, and the needle hit him, making his hair go back to its original dark color. In the distance, my mother cried out.
I wanted to scream. Tears now threatened to spill over my eyelashes. I had to leave.
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So, how was that? Not too bad I hope. PLEASE REVIEW. I'll never get tired of feedback! ^_^
-Ja ne!!