Summary - Sitting in class she is forced to listen to dribble on laws and things that have been proven true and how all of the mythological creatures are myths. Eleven years ago something big happened to Pan. Something big that now, age sixteen she is only beginning to face. Something that led her to the crazy, hectic life she leads now. If only all the "normal" people knew. If only they could understand the life of a slayer.

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Title: Red and Black Candles

Chapter 11: Inventions, Inventors and One Confused Vampire

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Who kissed first? That was the question that stung my brain with a white hot inferno as I followed Trunks into his Mother's lab like a pet monkey. I wanted to believe it was Trunk. I wanted to think that it was all him and that I had nothing to do with it. I was just the "stupid" vampire. Just the vampire. That's what he told me, well actually that's what he called me, but it still felt like he was saying it right to my face. It hurt. More than the sun burning my chalk white skin and the burn off the leather digging tightly into my skin. And it wasn't just because of what he said. It hurt because I knew the answer to the question. I knew it deep down in the center of my heart where my Vampire ness sealed my humanly emotions. I kissed him. I wanted to and in the second, that brief, blissful second, I made a tiny hole in that Vampire seal. Tiny and barely noticeable, but not enough to shatter it all. Not yet.

"Pan. Pan." Distant voices called out to the young Vampire.

Suddenly she realized that she had spaced out and scowling she punched Trunks. Immediately a pain like millions of fire ants digging deep holes into her brain and filling them with molten lava, slipped into her head and ran through her body. Falling over, she barely was able to reach her hands out to catch herself before her painful head smashed into the fuzzy floor. Fuzzy floor?

"What the hell is this stuff?" She questioned, as the pain began to seep away from her body.

"Experiment. Classified. Not for the likes of you." A woman with a dark brown hair, tied back in a tight ponytail snapped, shooting a disgusted glace at Pan.

Pan was about to make a comeback, full of extremely colorful words, when Trunks made a move to interrupt her. "It's a Self-Cleaning Motivation blanket."

"A what?"

"A Self-Cleaning Motivation blanket. What it does is play off the neurons in your brain, sending you it's own messages by music. Basically it motivates you to do productive things and in the case of an emergency, motivates you to act. That's why you caught yourself. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to save yourself-"

"From falling into this soft blanket?" She interrupted, snickering.

"Well. It's suppose to be for little babies learning how to walk. It motivates them to keep going. And also for troubled children and teens, especially the suicidal ones. It simply pushes you to do whatever is right by picking up on whatever you are trying to do and sending harmonious musical vibrations into your body. Then, the neurons-"

For a second Pan stood their dumfounded.

"She's obviously to stupid to understand." The woman with the dark brown ponytail interrupted Trunks, and chuckled. Finishing she shot an ugly smile at Pan, accenting her hideous, hairy eyebrows.



"Actually," Pan began, "I was wondering if you ever considered that mistakes were essential for child development."

Before the nasty woman could contradict her, a blue haired beauty, even for her fifty or sixty something self, entered into the light. "That was my argument. Of course, just like TV and radio, parents will go for anything that can get their children out of their hair. Things like that sell. That's the difficulty of being an inventor. You can keep creating and building and trying to find the perfect happiness machine, but the more you try to find it the more advanced things get and simple things like happiness machines aren't wanted."

"Never stopped you from trying. Waste of time if you ask me." The mean, brown haired lady muttered under her breath with an I'm-better-than- you flare.

"One might find insulting their boss, even if they believe their age gives them bad hearing, a waste of time, Lizza." Bulma said gently, but with a great deal of control.

Lizza's face practically turned blue as she lost her ability to breathe.

"I'd suggest the right thing to do would be to get back to work immediately." She advised, but it sounded more like a command.

"Yes, Miss!" Lizza quickly said, and took off down a long hallway until they could no longer see her anymore.

"Nice girl. Needs to learn her place." Bulma muttered and then turned to Pan. "So." She began, looking Pan up and down.

It felt like she had X-ray vision. If I could have blushed in an embarrassed way I would have. I could tell. There wasn't any way of keeping anything from her. She was, and still is an extremely intelligent woman. Of course, I was a messed up Vampire out for revenge. There wasn't any way I was going to simply surrender.

"Trunks! What is she doing with this on?" Bulma snapped, and turned her blazing eyes to him.

"Well. I. You see. Orjay. gave me-" He began, but was interrupted by a loud, mechanical voice.

Trunks and Bura, time for school! Trunks and Bura, time for school.

Smiling, Trunks whined, "Mom. You don't want me to be late, do you?"

Sighing, she muttered, "What am I going to do with you?" as she grabbed a small metallic square from a nearby table. Opening it up, she produced a large yellow pill.



"How do you expect me to eat that?" Pan questioned, horrified.

"I don't." Bulma said, a devious smile across her face.

Looking at Trunks, Pan noticed that he was blushing. Suddenly she caught on.

"There is no-"

"Don't worry! It's not what you think!" Bulma laughed. Crushing the pill in half she revealed two clear contacts. "Simply slip these in your eyes and you'll be walking around in the sun in no time at all.

After a few minutes of struggling to get them in, Pan finally excepted help. Within ten seconds, Bulma had one contact in each eye.

"How are these suppose to help me? How the hell do contacts protect my skin from light?"

"I suppose you'll just have to trust me because for lack of time I cannot explain the way they work to you." Once again, Bulma's words were accompanied by a smile, but this time it was larger.

"I don't trust-" Pan began to say, but then was caught off guard by a strange little detail she had failed to notice before. She could swear that two of Bulma's teeth were pointed, but before she could get a chance to ask the annoying school warning went off again.

"TRUNKS!" A high-pitched girl's voice screamed. "WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE AND I HAVE A TEST FIRST PERIOD!!!"

Heading back for the door out, Trunks motioned for Pan to follow. Still, she did not come. Grabbing her hand he yanked her to the doorway. Before she was pulled outside of it, however, Bulma winked, and then turned back to her work.

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To tired to say anything, but please review and hope you enjoyed. I can't wait to get to Trunks school. Goten, and others appearing.