Yes, v son saiyan, I'll answer your questions. Impatient are we? ^__^ I
guess that's a good thing. Pan, Trunks, Goten, etc. are still saiyans. Pan
just doesn't really know yet.
This constructive criticism is helping me out. Really, it is. Thanks for reviewing, everyone
Trunksie Chick, you're totally right- I HAVE been a slacker. There wasn't much to explain, though with Trunks scrambling around in the morning. Hehe, sorry: I'll try and make the chapters longer starting now.
Have a good read, ya'll!!
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22
I sat up with blurred vision and rubbed my throbbing temples. Why does my head hurt so much? I remembered last night's events and sighed. Nice. Now how am I going to get to work tomorrow? It's too bad people can't fly, 'cause I could use a pair of wings about now. (She has nooooo idea. ^____^) My alarm clock chose that moment to ring, so I snatched it off my nightstand and flung it into the closest wall. It exploded, making me become alert and mutter incoherent curses.
"Ughh, need coffee."
I rolled off my queen size bed and dragged myself to the kitchen. My dog, Yang trotted towards me lazily, and I scratched the sensitive fur behind his ears.
"You hungry too?" He barked and wagged his tail excitedly. I just got him only a year ago, and he already understands hungry, lunch, and any word involving food.
I set a bowl of puppy chow out for Yang, and washed my hands. The stove clock read 10:28 in bright green letters, and I yawned, unconsciously dumping water and ground beans into my coffee maker. It would take a little while for it to process, so I fixed up breakfast. No, it was enough to feed an elephant for a year, so technically it was a breakfast feast. Scattered around the table were plates of eggs, bacon, apples , and pancakes, an American food I learned to cook in California. The scary thing was that I was planning to eat it all.
The coffee pot ceased its gurgling noise, and I poured myself a mug and saturated it with cream and sugar. In several pains taking steps I managed to wobble to the table. It was a foot away when my steamy mug of caffeine spilled, burning the skin on my fingers.
"Ow! I was so close..."
I ran to retrieve a paper towel and clean the creamy dark liquid that had spread across the tile floor like some kind of malignant cancer. Knowing my food was getting cold, I swiftly finished scrubbing, and sat down to stuff my face. But then the phone rang. I snatched the stupid thing off its resting place.
"What?" I snapped.
"Uh, hi, this is Trunks."
I froze. Trunks?
"How did you get this number?" Weird. He shouldn't know how to find me, especially with my new name. I'm supposed to be Imotoe Tsunami!
"It's called a phone book."
Liar! My name isn't listed there.
"What do you want?"
"If you open your door I'll show you."
Oh, Kami. How did he find me?! I didn't know what to do; open the door or don't open the door. Without too much thought I opened it. What could it hurt?
Trunks was standing there, business attire and all. I wanted to touch him, just to confirm he was real. But I didn't; I only glared as though his every breath annoyed me.
"I thought you might want this." He held out a capsule and explained that it was a car. I took it, still astonished that HE was talking to ME, the short woman in a pair of red boxer shorts an old wife beater, and fuzzy blue slippers in the middle of the hallway.
"Thank you." I moved to shut the door, but he stopped me. "What," I growled.
"Would you like to go out for coffee or something?"
"Desperate are we?" I sneered, ignoring the fact that this man towered over me by at least a foot. Being five one is such a drag. (A/N- I'm five one. It sucks since most of my guy friends are like five seven. People call me either "shorty" or "hey, girl." Whaaahh, I feel so unpopular! T___T Yeah, well, NE wayz...)
"No, it's just... well, you don't seem to be doing anything at the moment, so why not?"
Let me think. There's a feast waiting for me on my own kitchen table, and I should leave it there because...?
"I have a better idea. You come in and help me eat breakfast."
"Help you eat it. You sound like you want me to pre-chew it for you," Trunks laughed.
"Uh, that's okay- I'd rather you not." I stepped back so he could walk in. By the time we arrived in the kitchen, the aroma of toast had invaded my senses, and I didn't even notice when Trunks asked me something.
"Pan." A snapping noise nudged me into focus.
"Whah?"
Trunks smiled.
"Did you make all of this?" He pointed towards the mountain of grub.
"Yeah," I shrugged, handing Trunks my untouched mug of liquid caffeine (^-^ coffee). He sipped it and gagged.
"Wow. You must really put a lot of sugar in this."
"Sure- I couldn't find a better way to rot my teeth out."
Trunks chuckled and continued to drink the sugary beverage while I made another mug of it for myself.
"So, do you live here by yourself?"
On queue, Yang sprinted in and jumped on Trunks, nearly knocking him off the chair. Man, that dog could run.
"Yang! Get off, now!" I commanded. The beagle ignored me and insisted on licking the skin off Trunks' face. I ran to them and yanked Yang off, while at the same time wiping slobber and excess dog hair off Trunks. "Sorry about that."
"He's... friendly," Trunks laughed, straightening out his clothes.
"Yeah, a little too friendly." I set Yang down who barked and went back to nuzzling into his food.
"Do you wanna eat now?" I suggested. The smell was most distracting.
"I'm honored to stuff my face with a beautiful woman like yourself." My face probably looked like an overripe tomato. It's not my fault this guy is the sexiest man I've seen since... ever. So, I fixed him a plate, adding an extra ingredient onto the eggs.
I sat awed at the rate Trunks downed my cooking. Does it really taste that good? I wondered if he actually chewed his food. Nah. Maybe I should get some before he eats it all.
"Is it good?"
Trunks swallowed before answering, "Better than anything I've ever eaten. Besides, I skipped breakfast." He suddenly stopped moving, and looked at me strangely.
"Who are you?" I snarled.
"What did you put in that stuff?! Why can't I move?" Trunks demanded.
I ignored the question and went to sit on him, straddling his hips, locking my feet around him and the chair in case he tried to escape. Then I pulled a gun from my back pocket and forcibly rammed the butt of it into the side of his head. The stunning formula I inserted into the food should wear off in a couple minutes.
"Tell me who you are," I hissed. "It would be a shame for me to have to kill you." How could he have found out where I live? There's no way unless he's my stalker or a soldier for the Red Ribbon Army.
"I'm Trunks Brief, now get off me and put the gun down! It's useless anyways."
"You won't be saying that when your brains get splattered into the tile." I was getting impatient. Being in this intimate of a position was starting to make my knees wobble. Trunks looked uneasy.
"I'm sorry, but this will hurt."
What? I thought I was the one with the gun...
"What are you doing?" I gasped. My legs were slowly detaching from Trunks' waist, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. "Hey!" My body was growing limp, and the pistol slipped out of my grasp. Then I slammed into the wall with a loud THUD. Blood oozed from a cut on my forehead, trickling down my cheek.
"Pan!" My eyes flickered open, and Trunks had pulled me to him. "Close your eyes." I obeyed and the sound of rushing wind filled my ears
"Are you awake?" a worried voice questioned. I opened my eyes and took in the sight of a blue haired girl looming over me. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down. "Rest."
"Where am I?" I was lying in a cozy environment. Tables were everywhere, some covered with tools, and others with chemicals. The girl placed a wet cloth to my forehead, and smoothed my hair.
"You're in Capsule Corporation."
"Capsule Corp," I muttered. "How did I get here?"
"My brother brought you."
That's right! Trunks! I remember now- that imbecile knocked me out. Or I think so. But- but he never touched me.
"Where. Is. He?" I demanded through gritted teeth.
"I'm right here." Trunks said, stepping next to the girl.
"What did you do?" I groaned. My head hurt like it would just after recovering from a migraine. Trunks frowned at me.
"It's a technique that turns energy into a form of telekinesis," he explained curtly.
"Telekinesis? What the?" I grumbled. This is all so confusing!
"Who did you think I was, Pan?" Trunks was sitting at the foot of the bed, looking me in the eyes. He was holding a styrofoam cup in his hands.
I somehow felt I could spill it to these people. "Someone is trying to find me."
"Who?" The girl prodded.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," I sighed.
"Well, I AM a genius," the girl stated. "You can tell me."
"The Red Ribbon Army."
They looked at me like I was from a different planet.
"Drink this," Trunks commanded, handing me the cup. I took it, and swallowed the whole thing in three gulps. After a minute, my lower back started to tingle. Then it turned into pain causing me to cry out in agony.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" I screamed. But as soon as I said that, the pain stopped and something furry coiled around my leg. "Oh Kami, what did you do?" It was a tail. A sleek fuzzy brown tail.
"I knew it!" Trunks smirked. "You aren't just a human."
"Then what am I? Martian?" My expression remained calm, yet inside, I was shaking like a scared child.
"You're a saiyan."
Okay, that was stupid. Pan now knows she's a saiyan, but she doesn't know what a saiyan is. Not yet, anyways. Tell me how you think Pan should react:
A. pissed off
B. confused
C. scared
D. she already found out
All answers (except C) will be considered. ^_^''' (j/k)
Oh, yeah, REVIEW please
-Ja Ne!
This constructive criticism is helping me out. Really, it is. Thanks for reviewing, everyone
Trunksie Chick, you're totally right- I HAVE been a slacker. There wasn't much to explain, though with Trunks scrambling around in the morning. Hehe, sorry: I'll try and make the chapters longer starting now.
Have a good read, ya'll!!
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22
I sat up with blurred vision and rubbed my throbbing temples. Why does my head hurt so much? I remembered last night's events and sighed. Nice. Now how am I going to get to work tomorrow? It's too bad people can't fly, 'cause I could use a pair of wings about now. (She has nooooo idea. ^____^) My alarm clock chose that moment to ring, so I snatched it off my nightstand and flung it into the closest wall. It exploded, making me become alert and mutter incoherent curses.
"Ughh, need coffee."
I rolled off my queen size bed and dragged myself to the kitchen. My dog, Yang trotted towards me lazily, and I scratched the sensitive fur behind his ears.
"You hungry too?" He barked and wagged his tail excitedly. I just got him only a year ago, and he already understands hungry, lunch, and any word involving food.
I set a bowl of puppy chow out for Yang, and washed my hands. The stove clock read 10:28 in bright green letters, and I yawned, unconsciously dumping water and ground beans into my coffee maker. It would take a little while for it to process, so I fixed up breakfast. No, it was enough to feed an elephant for a year, so technically it was a breakfast feast. Scattered around the table were plates of eggs, bacon, apples , and pancakes, an American food I learned to cook in California. The scary thing was that I was planning to eat it all.
The coffee pot ceased its gurgling noise, and I poured myself a mug and saturated it with cream and sugar. In several pains taking steps I managed to wobble to the table. It was a foot away when my steamy mug of caffeine spilled, burning the skin on my fingers.
"Ow! I was so close..."
I ran to retrieve a paper towel and clean the creamy dark liquid that had spread across the tile floor like some kind of malignant cancer. Knowing my food was getting cold, I swiftly finished scrubbing, and sat down to stuff my face. But then the phone rang. I snatched the stupid thing off its resting place.
"What?" I snapped.
"Uh, hi, this is Trunks."
I froze. Trunks?
"How did you get this number?" Weird. He shouldn't know how to find me, especially with my new name. I'm supposed to be Imotoe Tsunami!
"It's called a phone book."
Liar! My name isn't listed there.
"What do you want?"
"If you open your door I'll show you."
Oh, Kami. How did he find me?! I didn't know what to do; open the door or don't open the door. Without too much thought I opened it. What could it hurt?
Trunks was standing there, business attire and all. I wanted to touch him, just to confirm he was real. But I didn't; I only glared as though his every breath annoyed me.
"I thought you might want this." He held out a capsule and explained that it was a car. I took it, still astonished that HE was talking to ME, the short woman in a pair of red boxer shorts an old wife beater, and fuzzy blue slippers in the middle of the hallway.
"Thank you." I moved to shut the door, but he stopped me. "What," I growled.
"Would you like to go out for coffee or something?"
"Desperate are we?" I sneered, ignoring the fact that this man towered over me by at least a foot. Being five one is such a drag. (A/N- I'm five one. It sucks since most of my guy friends are like five seven. People call me either "shorty" or "hey, girl." Whaaahh, I feel so unpopular! T___T Yeah, well, NE wayz...)
"No, it's just... well, you don't seem to be doing anything at the moment, so why not?"
Let me think. There's a feast waiting for me on my own kitchen table, and I should leave it there because...?
"I have a better idea. You come in and help me eat breakfast."
"Help you eat it. You sound like you want me to pre-chew it for you," Trunks laughed.
"Uh, that's okay- I'd rather you not." I stepped back so he could walk in. By the time we arrived in the kitchen, the aroma of toast had invaded my senses, and I didn't even notice when Trunks asked me something.
"Pan." A snapping noise nudged me into focus.
"Whah?"
Trunks smiled.
"Did you make all of this?" He pointed towards the mountain of grub.
"Yeah," I shrugged, handing Trunks my untouched mug of liquid caffeine (^-^ coffee). He sipped it and gagged.
"Wow. You must really put a lot of sugar in this."
"Sure- I couldn't find a better way to rot my teeth out."
Trunks chuckled and continued to drink the sugary beverage while I made another mug of it for myself.
"So, do you live here by yourself?"
On queue, Yang sprinted in and jumped on Trunks, nearly knocking him off the chair. Man, that dog could run.
"Yang! Get off, now!" I commanded. The beagle ignored me and insisted on licking the skin off Trunks' face. I ran to them and yanked Yang off, while at the same time wiping slobber and excess dog hair off Trunks. "Sorry about that."
"He's... friendly," Trunks laughed, straightening out his clothes.
"Yeah, a little too friendly." I set Yang down who barked and went back to nuzzling into his food.
"Do you wanna eat now?" I suggested. The smell was most distracting.
"I'm honored to stuff my face with a beautiful woman like yourself." My face probably looked like an overripe tomato. It's not my fault this guy is the sexiest man I've seen since... ever. So, I fixed him a plate, adding an extra ingredient onto the eggs.
I sat awed at the rate Trunks downed my cooking. Does it really taste that good? I wondered if he actually chewed his food. Nah. Maybe I should get some before he eats it all.
"Is it good?"
Trunks swallowed before answering, "Better than anything I've ever eaten. Besides, I skipped breakfast." He suddenly stopped moving, and looked at me strangely.
"Who are you?" I snarled.
"What did you put in that stuff?! Why can't I move?" Trunks demanded.
I ignored the question and went to sit on him, straddling his hips, locking my feet around him and the chair in case he tried to escape. Then I pulled a gun from my back pocket and forcibly rammed the butt of it into the side of his head. The stunning formula I inserted into the food should wear off in a couple minutes.
"Tell me who you are," I hissed. "It would be a shame for me to have to kill you." How could he have found out where I live? There's no way unless he's my stalker or a soldier for the Red Ribbon Army.
"I'm Trunks Brief, now get off me and put the gun down! It's useless anyways."
"You won't be saying that when your brains get splattered into the tile." I was getting impatient. Being in this intimate of a position was starting to make my knees wobble. Trunks looked uneasy.
"I'm sorry, but this will hurt."
What? I thought I was the one with the gun...
"What are you doing?" I gasped. My legs were slowly detaching from Trunks' waist, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. "Hey!" My body was growing limp, and the pistol slipped out of my grasp. Then I slammed into the wall with a loud THUD. Blood oozed from a cut on my forehead, trickling down my cheek.
"Pan!" My eyes flickered open, and Trunks had pulled me to him. "Close your eyes." I obeyed and the sound of rushing wind filled my ears
"Are you awake?" a worried voice questioned. I opened my eyes and took in the sight of a blue haired girl looming over me. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down. "Rest."
"Where am I?" I was lying in a cozy environment. Tables were everywhere, some covered with tools, and others with chemicals. The girl placed a wet cloth to my forehead, and smoothed my hair.
"You're in Capsule Corporation."
"Capsule Corp," I muttered. "How did I get here?"
"My brother brought you."
That's right! Trunks! I remember now- that imbecile knocked me out. Or I think so. But- but he never touched me.
"Where. Is. He?" I demanded through gritted teeth.
"I'm right here." Trunks said, stepping next to the girl.
"What did you do?" I groaned. My head hurt like it would just after recovering from a migraine. Trunks frowned at me.
"It's a technique that turns energy into a form of telekinesis," he explained curtly.
"Telekinesis? What the?" I grumbled. This is all so confusing!
"Who did you think I was, Pan?" Trunks was sitting at the foot of the bed, looking me in the eyes. He was holding a styrofoam cup in his hands.
I somehow felt I could spill it to these people. "Someone is trying to find me."
"Who?" The girl prodded.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," I sighed.
"Well, I AM a genius," the girl stated. "You can tell me."
"The Red Ribbon Army."
They looked at me like I was from a different planet.
"Drink this," Trunks commanded, handing me the cup. I took it, and swallowed the whole thing in three gulps. After a minute, my lower back started to tingle. Then it turned into pain causing me to cry out in agony.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?" I screamed. But as soon as I said that, the pain stopped and something furry coiled around my leg. "Oh Kami, what did you do?" It was a tail. A sleek fuzzy brown tail.
"I knew it!" Trunks smirked. "You aren't just a human."
"Then what am I? Martian?" My expression remained calm, yet inside, I was shaking like a scared child.
"You're a saiyan."
Okay, that was stupid. Pan now knows she's a saiyan, but she doesn't know what a saiyan is. Not yet, anyways. Tell me how you think Pan should react:
A. pissed off
B. confused
C. scared
D. she already found out
All answers (except C) will be considered. ^_^''' (j/k)
Oh, yeah, REVIEW please
-Ja Ne!