Ren: Notes was intended to be a one-shot, but I guess I can do a few more chapters since everyone loved it so much. I'm so happy that people reviewed! Thank you so much! I love you guys so much! (don't worry, I'm not some crazy stalker I'm just really happy that you like my story). It was hard to write this chapter for two reasons 1) I have no experience with romance writing it or reality and 2) I'm not good at romantic stuff, but I try!
Summary: Pan and two of her friends are in Algebra class. It's a usual day, which is boring, so what can they do to pass the time? What are the reactions and after effects of what they did to pass time (nothing bad!!). The characters may be a bit OOC, sorry, and they are all in eleventh grade together. There isn't a lot of reference to Saiyans or the regular series, but it isn't A/U.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT or anything related to it, unfortunately, though I wish I did. What a wonderful world it would be if I did, for me at least. I'm not that imaginative to come up with an anime this awesome, sorry -_-. Italian-o IS mine, and so is the plot, I think. But I know Italian-o is, which you will soon find out what it is, to all those who actually read this and are confused. It just goes to show you how imaginative and original I am -_-.
Started: 4/8/04
Finished: 4/23/04, but it took a lot of time to edit!! So like 4/26/04 hehe, sorry it took so long
Notes:
Written notes
"Talking"
Thinking or stressed words depending on the context
Yup, I think that's it.
NOTICE!!!- I don't know how well I described Pan's outfit (probably not well), but I was in school, bored, and I drew a picture of her. When I got home I fixed it up and colored it, and hopefully will scan it into my parents' computer. If you want to see it, send me either in a review or an email and I will try to send it to you. I don't really know how to do it, so I'll try to ask my dad how to scan a picture in, but if it works, I can send it to you! I'm not a great artist, but I'm not bad, my friends liked it! I had to draw a few versions before I got it right and it is not in color. It might take a little while (like a few days) to get it to you, but if you're patient and ask nicely, I will try my best to get it to you! ^_^ Oh, and enjoy the story!
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Notes: The Fateful Day
Pan sat at Capsule Corp. staring out one of the many windows. It was the only window in the room. Small and rectangular, she peered through it to see the rain fall from the sky heavily in thick sheets. Trunks had told her, through the iron door that trapped her inside the torture chamber, that there would be a bad storm. That meant their date would have to be inside. No walk in the park then.
Pan had been wrestled into her clothes for her date with Trunks by Chichi, Bulma, and Bra. She didn't exactly get why it was such a huge deal that they had to give her a complete makeover. Literally. Without her mother to keep the four under control, she was doomed to wear whatever they gave her, or else. All she had that was of her choice was her sneakers, and that in itself took hard work to achieve. And they were just shoes! Everything else had been supplied for her, whether she liked and or not. And Pan most definitely did not like it. Trunks had better appreciate what she went through for him.
Pan stood up from her wooden chair and walked around the vacant room. The women had confined her to the room she renamed the 'torture chamber'. The 'torture chamber' was where she had been dressed without any consent of her own choices. She was to stay in this room and this room only so she could not change from the hideous clothes or escape CC before the date started.
Now that Pan took a good look at herself in the full length mirror on the wall, she didn't look half bad, though she would never admit that to anyone.
Pan was decked out in a black, short skirt. It had a schoolgirl feel to it due to all of the ruffle lines that had been sown on. Her top was much more elaborate than the informal skirt, but it too was not very fancy, which Pan was extremely grateful for. It was a cap sleeve burgundy red shirt. It had a square neckline in the front and back, and was a rather low cutoff for her liking, but not horrible. It was slightly tight in the chest area due to the string that rapped itself around her shirt and tied in the back in a delicate, draped bow. The bottom half of the shirt, under the string, held a ripple effect that flowed out from the closeness of her body, though the change of clinginess was vaguely visible. Thankfully, nothing was tight or showy for Pan, it was actually, just about perfect.
Pan's eyes wandered off the clothes and onto her face.
Her lips held tinge of strawberry lip gloss and minor blush, which is all they managed to get on her. Pan's side hairs that would stay in the half-ponytail were curled in a natural look. Her banks were left alone and her hair fell straight down to tumble over her shoulders. All in all, she didn't look fake with the makeup and hair, more like natural, with a bit of jazz.
And of course, her black sneakers held the best effect, like she was dragged into this. Which of course, was true, but Pan didn't mind some much. She almost approved of it, almost.
The apocalypse is coming! Pan seems to semi-like what she is wearing, thought Bra as she stole a glance inside the room to check on her prisoner. Of course she was right, but never in a million and one years could she think this would actually happen. They had to literally wrestle her into those clothes, and those were nothing compared to the stuff they had for the second and third dates! Next thing she knew, Pan would ask her to go shopping for dresses next weekend with her, if she didn't already have plans with Trunks.
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Pan had heard the door creak open. She figured it was Bra checking up on her to make sure she hadn't escaped. She rolled her eyes. They may think that she would try to escape, but in reality, why would she? Do you honestly think Pan wanted to be seen in public wearing a skirt? There was also that downpour to account for. Of course, Pan didn't care about getting wet, but there was thunder and lightning and that was a lot of rain outside to just head into without an umbrella or raincoat.
No, she most definitely was not going to leave CC. That is, until she heard a tapping at the window.
Pan slowly walked up to the window, pondering who, or what, would be outside tapping on this window. If it was random, that was pretty weird, because out of the hundreds of windows at CC it was her room that was picked. And it was a window that would barely allow her small figure to fit through it.
Pan was still wondering who was crazy enough to do such a thing when she saw a blurry patch of purple hair. She smiled knowingly. Only her Trunks would do this to save her. Her Trunks. She thought about it for a few seconds. It sounded so… right and she liked the sound of it as it rolled of her tongue.
The tapping noise sounded again, abruptly halting Pan's daydream about the teen that was, at the moment, soaked in the rain outside, or so she thought.
Pan ran the last few steps to the window. She opened it and grabbed Trunks' hand to pull him inside.
"C'mon, you're gonna get pneumonia or something if you stay out there too long!"
Trunks smiled smartly.
"Saiyans don't get sick. Remember?"
How could she forget? Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans had to prove he knew the most about his race, even if it took them all day. Which it so happened, did take that long. Every one of the demi-Saiyan teens and adults were volunteered to listen to Vegeta ramble on about his knowledge of the Saiyan race for twenty straight hours. Of course, that meant they were half asleep, which got Vegeta mad. And when Vegeta was mad, he yelled at them and then made them spar with him for another four hours until it was the next person turn. And, of course, he had to go over that part of the lesson at least twice more to make sure everyone absorbed the 'valuable' information. You could say he was stubborn. And it so happened Goten voiced this comment in the exact words. And so another chain reaction occurred. It had only ended a few days ago and began two weeks from yesterday. Pan shuddered at the thought.
Trunks held his hand out to her, just as she had for him.
"Ready to escape?"
Pan nodded reluctantly, glancing at the door to make sure no one was going to come in and ruin their getaway.
"And don't worry milady, I have an umbrella and a raincoat for you," Trunks said with a slight bow.
His joke made Pan's cheeks turn a slight tinge of red, but other then that, she just laughed lightly at his sad attempt for chivalry and mumbled something about being stubborn like his father.
Pan took Trunks' hand and he led her out the window with care. He smiled as he looked at Pan. She was smiling at him, slightly damp already, and overjoyed with the way things were. She was beautiful, and he didn't hesitate to say so. This, of course, caused nothing short of a stuttered thank you and a tremendous amount of blushing from a beaming Pan.
And then, coats, umbrellas, and all, they took off to their destination.
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"WHAT?!?!"
"Chichi, calm down," Goku nervously told his wife. He glanced around the room for any signs of the notorious frying pan.
"How can you tell me to calm down?!?! Pan is not in the room! She should be there! And there is a storm outside! What if she tried to-" a frantic, overreacting Chichi exclaimed.
All of the Saiyans had to cover their ears. Their sensitive hearing, no matter how used to it they were with Bulma and Chichi, was still exceedingly sensitive.
"Mom, calm down. Dad's right. Pan should be just fine. You don't know where she went. And Trunks is gone, too. They probably escaped through the window. It's a classic," Gohan said with a smile. He and Videl had to escape from his crazed mother and her helpers before countless times. Luckily, they were still alive from those encounters. And besides, if he really needed to get to them, he could just sense their kis. Though their kis were hidden, which was obviously done on purpose for privacy, Gohan was stronger and more able to sense their hidden kis than the rest of the Z gang.
It was pretty clear that Gohan had gotten over the shock and was now happy for the couple. He peered down at Videl, who was nonchalantly clinging onto his arm. She smiled up at him.
"Give them some time, Chichi. It is, after all, their first date. I'm sure you'll have plenty of other chances to torture, I mean, help them out," Videl said comfortingly, though having to do some quick thinking with that slip up.
She had arrived soon after she heard her daughter was being put into the torture chamber by Gohan's phone call. Videl knew how horrible it was and yelled at Gohan for a few minutes about why he didn't stop them. Of course his reply was that he didn't know, and of course cringing in fear of his wife's wrath.
"You're right, dear, as usual. I'm so glad Gohan was smart enough to fall in love with you. But still," Chichi said, making the older couple blush a dark crimson unwittingly.
"Oh, but I can't wait until they come home!" the grandmother exclaimed overcome with joy.
"I should probably call them and tell them to go to my dad's house until it's safe for them to return home," Videl whispered in Gohan's ear.
Gohan nodded slightly, and then more vigorously as he saw the stars in his mother's and Bulma's eyes shine brightly.
"Probably a little later. And she was right, you are a smart one," Gohan said with a grin in response to the frightening looks on the elder women's faces.
Everyone else in the room just backed away slowly. Vegeta just rolled his eyes.
"Kakkarot. Spar. Now," Vegeta said, knowing the women wouldn't be safe to approach until tomorrow morning, if they were lucky.
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Both teens were hesitant and timid at the beginning of the date. Neither knew what to say, fearing that they would sound stupid or wrong. The uncomfortable atmosphere would soon disappear within minutes of their arrival at the restaurant. They went to a place called Italian-o. It wasn't too fancy, but it wasn't a fast food place, both were thankful for that. Their Saiyan appetites were not present in such a nerve-racking time.
Pan and Trunks both started to say something at the same time. Pan laughed nervously.
"You first," Trunks said, motioning with his hand for her to go first.
"Well, it was just that, I was wondering how you thought everyone would react when they saw we weren't at Capsule Corp. anymore," she said quietly, almost to herself.
Trunks smiled. He was thinking that same thing as well.
"You read my mind! I was thinking about that, too. I can imagine my dad. He'd want to spar, probably with Goku, to get away from the hysterics. Not that he wouldn't want to spar anyways," Trunks replied easily with an eye roll to add an effect.
Pan laughed. "Yeah, poor Grandpa. Vegeta will get annoyed with Grandma and Bulma. They are going to be frantic. Maybe we shouldn't head back to Capsule Corp. right away," Pan said, a little disturbed at the thought.
And so started the intriguing conversation during their dinner of Italian food.
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About an hour later, the two strolled down a main street, hand in hand. They were talking about what to do now that they had all this extra time to spare and the rain had started to die down. Though they were walking upon one of the main streets of West Capital City, most stores they passed were either clothes stores or closed for the night.
It took a while before the two finally reached a section of the street where neon lights shone from every corner. The stores were highly decorated and flashy. Advertisements and people were everywhere. It was an obvious attraction for the younger generations of society, namely, them. And why deny what society meant for them to go and enjoy? This was where they were going to stay.
There were arcades, which were packed full of teenagers trying to have a good time, movie theaters, which long lines of couples and groups of friends stood in to wait their turn to get tickets to watch the popular movies that were playing, stores with fun accessories such as hats and glasses to try on just for the fun of it, and so much more.
First, they went to one of the movie theater, a classic date activity, and bought some tickets for the Exorcist (A/N: scariest movie I could think of even though I have never seen it. I forgot if I mentioned the date started a bit before four, they ate till five, and the movie starts at nine). It was only six o'clock. The movie would start in a couple of hours. The two young demi-Saiyan teens walked out of the building to find something else to occupy them for the time being.
Pan spotted an arcade with neon green lights. The brick building was plain looking on the outside, but the interior was something to marvel at. Not a foot of wall space was spared. Every side of the walls was covered with arcade games of many different kinds. Lights flashed every other second and the neon colors stood out against the brick ceiling in wavy lines.
The arcade kept the two busy while they competed against each other in various games. Pan won more than half of the games she played against Trunks which included Pac Man, numerous different car racing games, the dance revolution, pinball, and so much more. Trunks, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was very talented at the games, and put up a good fight, but Pan was just superior at them. He would be ecstatic if he won a couple of games against the champion of the arcade, also known as Pan. The two almost forgot they had a movie to catch at nine. They were so busy playing the games and getting wrapped up in the praise they were given by the crowds that had gathered to watch them play the many games as they racked up the high scores. During Pac Man Trunks was getting beaten badly. He had started whining to Pan and she looked at her watch. She was about to retort they only had a few minutes left of him being sorely beat until she realized that the movie would start in a few minutes. The couple had to bolt out of the arcade to the movie theater across the street at five minutes to nine.
The tickets were purchased already, so all the Trunks and Pan had to do was run down the halls of the theater to the correct room where the movie would be playing. It was, fortunately, in the front part of the rather large building.
They took seats in the middle row in two seats not too far from the aisle.
Now, Pan wasn't the one to get scared by a movie, don't get me wrong. But sometimes, the horror is just too much for one to handle and she had to hide her face in Trunks' shoulder to block out the scene.
Trunks saw how the movie scared the girl beside him and whispered comforting words to her while wrapping one arm around her so she could rest her head on him easier. Trunks was a bit unnerved by the movie, and Pan could tell, because whenever he got the least bit frightened by the gore of the movie, his grip around her would tighten a bit, out of a natural reaction of tenseness. But Pan didn't mind.
It was a good thing the movies were dark. Though both seemed comfortable with what they were doing, the blushing each teen experienced would send a blood red rose to it's grave in embarrassment.
The movie ended about twenty minutes after eleven.
Pan yawned as they walked out of the movie theater. It was late, even for her. She was holding Trunks arm loosely with her jacket wrapped around her waist. The warm night air soothed the two intimidated teens. Never would they see a scary movie again.
Trunks agreed it was time to go when he saw how tired Pan was. They decided to walk most of the way, though Trunks had to support Pan from falling asleep. The walk let them enjoy the night sky and the silence that was present for most of the walk. The flying presented air whipping in their face and dampness from the rain that had made a reappearance while they were in the theater. The moisture from the rain was still hanging onto life as it clung to the air for its last hours.
The thought of what awaited them at home never crossed either of the teen demi-Saiyans' minds.
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Ren: I had some writers block on this and I didn't have too much time to write, sorry for taking so long. I'm going to try to update my other story as well. Besides that I have so many other ideas for stories its not funny. I'm serious, I wrote down like 30 summaries just for ideas I have that come at the most random times. I am now keeping them all in a journal, which I bring with me almost everywhere now -_- and don't let anyone see (like my parents), they just wouldn't understand the work of an author…lol, not that I'm much of one. Oh, and thank you for the reviews! When I check my email and I have one that says I got a review, it makes my day that much better ^_^, thank you so much! Special thanks to bmrdbqt, Nitte iz, ladybug, on mercury, Snug, and Namiko-Daughter of Sekhmet. I'm sorry that I didn't do this before, I'm still fairly new at this!! Yes, and I would like to take a moment to honor Vegeta. It seems as though I keep making fun of him, unintentionally, but still. Thank you for being soooo understanding -_- (I'm sure he is all nice about this, I should expect an attack any day now. Probably should get the last chapters done before then). I'm sorry that I've been making fun of him, though. He really is cool (look in my profile thing, it even says he's one of my favorites, besides Gohan and all the other favorites, or at least it should ^_^.
Just so you know, I won't be able to update for about a week or so because I am going on a field trip with one of my after school activities for the weekend, and of course, that doesn't stop teachers from giving piles of homework. That's also why I haven't updated, too much homework, and right after vacation -_-. Anyways, I have most of it written, but I need to add a lot of detail and edit it and start the last chapter. So please, bear with me, or what that saying is that my parents used to say. And leave some reviews so when I check my email in a few days I'll feel special because I got some emails ^_^. Pleeeeeeeease? *smiles hopefully* ah, that's okay, as long as you like my story, it's all good, because you wouldn't really read this far if you didn't like it. So yeah, that's my reasons ^_^. And some very fluffy/sweet moments next chapter. You might need some healthy food after it -_-. That was an attempted joke, don't worry if you didn't understand it.
