Well, I've stopped my other story, only because I couldn't write anything DECENT for the 2nd chapter. But if you want me to continue, please tell me in your reviews or whatever.
Disclaimer: ... None of us own DBZ... So why try?
Well, ON WITH THE STORY! Oh yeah, I'm going to update this by 2 chapters everytime, but IF you want for me to continue, I want 10 reviews everytime I post, and THEN I'll post the next too. And I am done writing it, so it's all up too you!
Pan's shift was almost over at her dead job, canning goods. She was trying to get enough money to go to school and do something with her life, but it wasn't working to well.
She was recently turned 19, and was all alone in the world.
She was an orphan who was in foster care, only to be abused in every way possible. She always some man messing with her, beating her, raping her. Her foster moms tying her up in closets for days at a time. That was the reason she was always moving around Japan. To get away from the previous family. Not to mention the countless times she had been to rehab.
Finally her shift ended and she left in a hurry for her run down apartment. She had finally been released from foster care right after her 18th birthday. But left with nowhere to go. She roamed the streets for a few days before she found this place. But there was only one problem... She was squatting...
"Finally!" She yelled in excitement. She pushed through the door of the abandoned aparment.
The place had no running water, no electricity, no food, nothing but the smell of rotting wood and molding tile.
She had gotten used to it long ago because of what she had endured in foster care.
"Home sweet home..." She told her self depressingly. She went over to her bed, which was an old torn up mattress, along with old clothes for a pillow and a tattered blanket. But she felt at home none the less.
"I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap..." She though out loud. She laid down and fell asleep.
A little later she woke up, only to fin it was night time, and she was hungry.
Pan sighed. She had always had a huge appetite. But she had never had a real meal that wasn't prepared by the local soup kitchen. That's where she spent Christmas, thanksgiving, which was tomorrow.
She got up and took the only $5 she had to go get herself some bologna and bread.
She made herself a sandwich and ate it. After she was done, she stashed the rest of the food in a cupboard and went for a walk.
She was always thinking to herself. How life would have been like with her real family. Wondering why they abandoned her.
Trunks walked into his office. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving... The time of the year he had come to dread. Every year his mother had to do something for the needy, some charity thing, or something of the sort.
Last year they had donated toys for tots. This year was going to be helping out at the soup kitchen. Everyone had volunteered to help out. His family, Gohan's family, Krillin's family, and even hid own father had volunteered to do it.
Trunks sighed. He knew tomorrow was going to interesting. The stench of homeless people, that gross food they had to serve, and then the mess afterwards.
He could only wait.
Pan woke up extra early on this Thanksgiving. She had volunteered so she could eat the leftovers afterwards. But this year, she wasn't going to working alone she was told. That some families were coming down to help her out.
She went to the Truck Stop next door to bathe. She did this everyday.
"Why Kami? What do I have to be thankful for?" She cried silently while getting ready to go down to the soup kitchen to get things started.
"VEGETA! GET YOUR ASS DOW HERE! WE'RE ALL READY BUT YOU!" Bulma yelled. Every male Saiyan covered their ears. Bulma put her hands on her hips as Vegeta walked down the stairs.
"Shut your trap woman, I'm coming!" He yelled. She rolled her eyes and turned to the group.
"Alright! Let's go do something good!" She cheered, and with that they left.
WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WILL PAN EVER BE ALRIGHT? WILL SHE END UP OK AT THE END? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON "FOR THE LIFE OF LOVE"