Hehe, v son saiyan, I see how it is. ^_____^ Sorry -I'm like that too...
just... worse. (^-^'''')
And by a not so close draw, Pan shall be... confused and pissed off. Thanks to all you guys and gals who reviewed. Muahahahaa! You each get an imaginary lollypop! *Throws out handfuls of candy* Now time for TRUNKS POV!
Oh, yeah, I'm thinking about upping the rating. Whaddo ya'll think? Is that a 'Yes', or 'No, not a need to'? I don't think I should right now, but I might have to later. ;)
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22
~*~*~
I can't believe this; there are more of us out there! Not only that- she's a female...
"Oh, Kami, what did you do?" Pan gasped. I silently admired her brown tail as it swayed lazily behind her in a mesmerizing dance.
"I knew it!" I cried. "You aren't just a human."
"Then what am I? Martian?" Pan growled.
"You're a saiyan."
She raised a thin eyebrow as my sister looked at me as if to say 'What now?'
"That's bull! Why do I have a freakin' tail?!" Pan shouted.
"Bra, get Dad," I ordered my younger sibling. Bra nodded and left hastily, not wanting to be present if Pan went on a rampage.
"Answer. Me. NOW."
Pan seemed as though she would lash out with a vengeance. I cringed slightly hoping she wouldn't try to pummel me again.
"It's a genetic disorder."
"Liar!" Pan screeched. Her eyes were burning holes into my skull.
Something slammed, and voices traveled in to meet my ears.
"So my senses weren't deceiving me."
Dad and Bra appeared, and Dad walked over to Pan and I. He grabbed a handful of Pan's hair and leaned her head back forcefully. When she whimpered in pain I had the urge to strike my father, but I dismissed the thought after realizing he wasn't truly hurting her. She was a saiyan after all.
"What is your name, woman?" Dad barked.
"Son Pan," she said through gritted teeth. "Get your filthy hands outta my hair, old man!"
I flinched at her words and silently prayed, hoping my father was in a good mood. Great. Did she HAVE to say that? But then the unbelievable happened.
My father loosened his hold on Pan's hair, and instead stroked her cheek and rubbed the back of her head in tiny circular motions. Her scowl was replaced by a relaxed expression. The looks on Bra's face and mine must've been comical right about then.
"Boy, come here," Dad directed me. I cautiously rose from the foot of the bed, and moved closer to him. "You do this- such action is starting to make me sick." I nodded and took his place in soothing the woman.
Dad backed away and began to speak.
"Listen up girl, because I will only say this once. You are a part of an almost extinct race called saiyans over which I am the prince of. They are the most powerful beings in the universe, which, unfortunately you are also a part of. Around 40 years ago, a stupid sick loser of an ugly lizard called Frieza had enslaved two or three galaxies and had made even the saiyans bow at his hideous three-toed feet." Dad paused and took a moment to sneer in his distaste.
"But then, about 25 years ago, he learned of these little orange spheres called dragonballs that could grant any wish asked of a dragon that is produced when you collect all seven. So, he went to a planet called Namek to get them when the ones here had already been used to revive a couple of losers I killed while trying to purge this planet. Oh, and by the way, the idiot that defeated me is none other than your clown of a grandfather, Kakarrot, or Son Goku as what those weakling humans call him."
I wasn't even sure if Pan heard him or not because she started purring and leaned into my touch. I was taken back at this only before I remembered it was just the technique I was using to calm her. I guess it only works on saiyan women. Then I knew she had understood what father had said when she frowned slightly mumbling something like 'I have a grandfather?' into the front of my dress shirt.
"Yeah, yeah," Dad growled with disapproval. I had heard of his burning dislike of Goku ever since I was just a kid. It was amazing that he and Dad were the last remaining full-blooded saiyans in the universe.
"Anyways, when he got to Namek, me Kakarrot, Kakarrot's son, and Baldy- er, Krillin killed off all his weak cronies, but then Kakarrot turned into a legendary super saiyan and killed him after Frieza wiped out me and Baldy. When we got to Earth, Frieza came back, my future son killed him, and then told us a bunch of tin can androids would come and destroy us all. So everybody trained, I became a super saiyan, my first brat was born, the future one came back, and then we almost killed all the scrap metal when another, more powerful bucket of wires came and almost took us all out. But then, your little brat of a father blew him up. Now here you are, 30 some years later."
Wow, Dad. What a... nice way to put it. I stopped caressing Pan's cheek, and she broke from the spell, taking in every detail that had been so lamely said. I was expecting happiness, joy, some kind of pleasant emotion to come from her, but she did nothing.
"My parents are dead," Pan muttered.
Bra gasped and pushed me out of the way to embrace her.
"I'm sorry," was all I said.
"Don't be- I'm not exactly sure what happened to them, but they were taken away from me. That was six years ago. They must be dead now."
"Gohan is missing? How, woman, tell me! How could anyone on this planet...?" Dad let the sentence hang.
I felt a wave of sorrow for the beautiful female. She had shown no real emotion besides anger ever since I first met her. Even if it was only yesterday, I pitied her.
"Red Ribbon Army is looking for me. Something to do with needing my body," Pan explained, and let her head fall into the softness of a pillow. Bra was sitting by her side, stroking her hair as if to say everything was okay now.
"Why do they need you?" Bra asked.
"To take over the world," Pan informed us.
Dad groaned as if this was an everyday event. I just stared at him.
"What are we going to do? Find this army?"
"No," Pan argued. "I already tried that, and they almost captured me."
A knocking sound echoed through the room, and footsteps grew closer until a familiar face shone under the light.
"Hey, you guys, why do you look like that? What's wrong?" He saw Pan lying out on the bed staring questioningly at him. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Goten?" Pan said. Then she fainted.
"Look what you did!" I raged. Goten held his hands up defensively.
"What?"
"Now she's out cold because of you!" Bra yelled. Goten didn't listen to her, and moved closer to Pan, studying her face.
"Who is she?"
"You brother's brat!" Dad shouted. Goten became confused.
"But I don't have a niece..." he said.
"Well, you do now," I told him. What is it with these people? First Pan is a saiyan, now my best friend is her uncle. What has the world come to?
Bra was prodding Pan, who groaned and sat up with her eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm just dreaming. I have no tail, I have no family, and I am not at Capsule Corp.," she chanted.
Goten and I took a few paces forward to Pan's side.
"Open your eyes," I demanded. Pan groaned and eased her eyes open.
"Why can't I just go home and pretend this never happened?" she suggested. I raised my eyebrows at her.
"That's not an option."
"What, the going home part or the forgetting you, you, you, and you part?" She pointed to Bra, Dad, Goten and I. Wait. Why would she want to forget me?
"All of it," Dad snarled.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't have a heart attack. Old geezer." Pan mumbled the last part.
"What did you say?"
"I said SHUT UP, OLD GEEZER," Pan elaborated.
Aw, crud.
"Eeep!" Again, Pan was lifted into the air, suspended just high enough so that Dad could walk to her. He whispered something in her ear, and she paled.
"Okay, I won't say it again!"
Pan dropped back to the bed, still freaked out at the fact that she had been floating.
"Pan?" Goten said. He looked as if he wanted to laugh. "Uh, hi?"
"HI? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HI'?" She had stood up in Goten's face, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "You never told me we were related! I went to your school for heaven's sake!"
Goten cowered in fear to everyone's embarrassment.
"I didn't know," he squeaked.
"Why am I here?" Dad grumbled. He headed to the exit.
"No, wait."
Dad turned to see who had called him. It was Pan.
"You're a prince, right?"
He smirked.
"No, I'm a king." Then he left.
"You!" Pan shouted, pointing to me. I was a deer in the headlights. "Come here."
I carefully trudged to Pan's bed.
"You're a prince?"
I nodded.
"And you're a princess?" She said in Bra's direction.
Bra nodded.
"What are you?" She glared at Goten who looked at his toes.
"Um...saiyan."
"I know that!" Pan screeched. Wow, what lungs. We all had to cover our ears.
"Third class second brat of Kakarrot," Goten admitted, mimicking Dad's title for him. Bra only laughed at him.
"What so funny?"
"You," Bra chuckled.
I rolled my eyes at her, and focused on Pan. She was frowning at me, so I became alarmed. What did I do this time?
~*~*~*~*~
Goten has entered the premises! Betcha didn't see that coming so soon. ^___^'' I just kinda wove it in there. Now Pan is peeved about something else...
Um, yeah, I started a new fic called Entity the other day. I'm not sure how I thought of putting it in writing, but hey- that's my problem. It's mostly B/V, but there's gonna be some G/C later one like- the next chapter maybe. *hint, hint*
NE wayz,
REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, and REVIEW SOME MORE. There. I got that out of my system. ^____________^'
And by a not so close draw, Pan shall be... confused and pissed off. Thanks to all you guys and gals who reviewed. Muahahahaa! You each get an imaginary lollypop! *Throws out handfuls of candy* Now time for TRUNKS POV!
Oh, yeah, I'm thinking about upping the rating. Whaddo ya'll think? Is that a 'Yes', or 'No, not a need to'? I don't think I should right now, but I might have to later. ;)
Pan Son: 21 ½, Trunks Brief: 23, Bra Brief: 20, Goten Son: 22 Marron Chestnut: 22
~*~*~
I can't believe this; there are more of us out there! Not only that- she's a female...
"Oh, Kami, what did you do?" Pan gasped. I silently admired her brown tail as it swayed lazily behind her in a mesmerizing dance.
"I knew it!" I cried. "You aren't just a human."
"Then what am I? Martian?" Pan growled.
"You're a saiyan."
She raised a thin eyebrow as my sister looked at me as if to say 'What now?'
"That's bull! Why do I have a freakin' tail?!" Pan shouted.
"Bra, get Dad," I ordered my younger sibling. Bra nodded and left hastily, not wanting to be present if Pan went on a rampage.
"Answer. Me. NOW."
Pan seemed as though she would lash out with a vengeance. I cringed slightly hoping she wouldn't try to pummel me again.
"It's a genetic disorder."
"Liar!" Pan screeched. Her eyes were burning holes into my skull.
Something slammed, and voices traveled in to meet my ears.
"So my senses weren't deceiving me."
Dad and Bra appeared, and Dad walked over to Pan and I. He grabbed a handful of Pan's hair and leaned her head back forcefully. When she whimpered in pain I had the urge to strike my father, but I dismissed the thought after realizing he wasn't truly hurting her. She was a saiyan after all.
"What is your name, woman?" Dad barked.
"Son Pan," she said through gritted teeth. "Get your filthy hands outta my hair, old man!"
I flinched at her words and silently prayed, hoping my father was in a good mood. Great. Did she HAVE to say that? But then the unbelievable happened.
My father loosened his hold on Pan's hair, and instead stroked her cheek and rubbed the back of her head in tiny circular motions. Her scowl was replaced by a relaxed expression. The looks on Bra's face and mine must've been comical right about then.
"Boy, come here," Dad directed me. I cautiously rose from the foot of the bed, and moved closer to him. "You do this- such action is starting to make me sick." I nodded and took his place in soothing the woman.
Dad backed away and began to speak.
"Listen up girl, because I will only say this once. You are a part of an almost extinct race called saiyans over which I am the prince of. They are the most powerful beings in the universe, which, unfortunately you are also a part of. Around 40 years ago, a stupid sick loser of an ugly lizard called Frieza had enslaved two or three galaxies and had made even the saiyans bow at his hideous three-toed feet." Dad paused and took a moment to sneer in his distaste.
"But then, about 25 years ago, he learned of these little orange spheres called dragonballs that could grant any wish asked of a dragon that is produced when you collect all seven. So, he went to a planet called Namek to get them when the ones here had already been used to revive a couple of losers I killed while trying to purge this planet. Oh, and by the way, the idiot that defeated me is none other than your clown of a grandfather, Kakarrot, or Son Goku as what those weakling humans call him."
I wasn't even sure if Pan heard him or not because she started purring and leaned into my touch. I was taken back at this only before I remembered it was just the technique I was using to calm her. I guess it only works on saiyan women. Then I knew she had understood what father had said when she frowned slightly mumbling something like 'I have a grandfather?' into the front of my dress shirt.
"Yeah, yeah," Dad growled with disapproval. I had heard of his burning dislike of Goku ever since I was just a kid. It was amazing that he and Dad were the last remaining full-blooded saiyans in the universe.
"Anyways, when he got to Namek, me Kakarrot, Kakarrot's son, and Baldy- er, Krillin killed off all his weak cronies, but then Kakarrot turned into a legendary super saiyan and killed him after Frieza wiped out me and Baldy. When we got to Earth, Frieza came back, my future son killed him, and then told us a bunch of tin can androids would come and destroy us all. So everybody trained, I became a super saiyan, my first brat was born, the future one came back, and then we almost killed all the scrap metal when another, more powerful bucket of wires came and almost took us all out. But then, your little brat of a father blew him up. Now here you are, 30 some years later."
Wow, Dad. What a... nice way to put it. I stopped caressing Pan's cheek, and she broke from the spell, taking in every detail that had been so lamely said. I was expecting happiness, joy, some kind of pleasant emotion to come from her, but she did nothing.
"My parents are dead," Pan muttered.
Bra gasped and pushed me out of the way to embrace her.
"I'm sorry," was all I said.
"Don't be- I'm not exactly sure what happened to them, but they were taken away from me. That was six years ago. They must be dead now."
"Gohan is missing? How, woman, tell me! How could anyone on this planet...?" Dad let the sentence hang.
I felt a wave of sorrow for the beautiful female. She had shown no real emotion besides anger ever since I first met her. Even if it was only yesterday, I pitied her.
"Red Ribbon Army is looking for me. Something to do with needing my body," Pan explained, and let her head fall into the softness of a pillow. Bra was sitting by her side, stroking her hair as if to say everything was okay now.
"Why do they need you?" Bra asked.
"To take over the world," Pan informed us.
Dad groaned as if this was an everyday event. I just stared at him.
"What are we going to do? Find this army?"
"No," Pan argued. "I already tried that, and they almost captured me."
A knocking sound echoed through the room, and footsteps grew closer until a familiar face shone under the light.
"Hey, you guys, why do you look like that? What's wrong?" He saw Pan lying out on the bed staring questioningly at him. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Goten?" Pan said. Then she fainted.
"Look what you did!" I raged. Goten held his hands up defensively.
"What?"
"Now she's out cold because of you!" Bra yelled. Goten didn't listen to her, and moved closer to Pan, studying her face.
"Who is she?"
"You brother's brat!" Dad shouted. Goten became confused.
"But I don't have a niece..." he said.
"Well, you do now," I told him. What is it with these people? First Pan is a saiyan, now my best friend is her uncle. What has the world come to?
Bra was prodding Pan, who groaned and sat up with her eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm just dreaming. I have no tail, I have no family, and I am not at Capsule Corp.," she chanted.
Goten and I took a few paces forward to Pan's side.
"Open your eyes," I demanded. Pan groaned and eased her eyes open.
"Why can't I just go home and pretend this never happened?" she suggested. I raised my eyebrows at her.
"That's not an option."
"What, the going home part or the forgetting you, you, you, and you part?" She pointed to Bra, Dad, Goten and I. Wait. Why would she want to forget me?
"All of it," Dad snarled.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't have a heart attack. Old geezer." Pan mumbled the last part.
"What did you say?"
"I said SHUT UP, OLD GEEZER," Pan elaborated.
Aw, crud.
"Eeep!" Again, Pan was lifted into the air, suspended just high enough so that Dad could walk to her. He whispered something in her ear, and she paled.
"Okay, I won't say it again!"
Pan dropped back to the bed, still freaked out at the fact that she had been floating.
"Pan?" Goten said. He looked as if he wanted to laugh. "Uh, hi?"
"HI? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HI'?" She had stood up in Goten's face, jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "You never told me we were related! I went to your school for heaven's sake!"
Goten cowered in fear to everyone's embarrassment.
"I didn't know," he squeaked.
"Why am I here?" Dad grumbled. He headed to the exit.
"No, wait."
Dad turned to see who had called him. It was Pan.
"You're a prince, right?"
He smirked.
"No, I'm a king." Then he left.
"You!" Pan shouted, pointing to me. I was a deer in the headlights. "Come here."
I carefully trudged to Pan's bed.
"You're a prince?"
I nodded.
"And you're a princess?" She said in Bra's direction.
Bra nodded.
"What are you?" She glared at Goten who looked at his toes.
"Um...saiyan."
"I know that!" Pan screeched. Wow, what lungs. We all had to cover our ears.
"Third class second brat of Kakarrot," Goten admitted, mimicking Dad's title for him. Bra only laughed at him.
"What so funny?"
"You," Bra chuckled.
I rolled my eyes at her, and focused on Pan. She was frowning at me, so I became alarmed. What did I do this time?
~*~*~*~*~
Goten has entered the premises! Betcha didn't see that coming so soon. ^___^'' I just kinda wove it in there. Now Pan is peeved about something else...
Um, yeah, I started a new fic called Entity the other day. I'm not sure how I thought of putting it in writing, but hey- that's my problem. It's mostly B/V, but there's gonna be some G/C later one like- the next chapter maybe. *hint, hint*
NE wayz,
REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, and REVIEW SOME MORE. There. I got that out of my system. ^____________^'