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Forgotten Pleasures
Chapter Three: Irritating Anger
"Pan!"
She kept on walking. No one could stop her from leaving this place. She hated this place and wanted out. She wanted out of this life as well as this planet.
"Pan! Wait up!"
Somebody grabbed her arm and jerked her backwards.
Pan turned around with more tears flooding her face.
"Oh my god! Pan what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it Bra!" Pan shouted at her.
Bra didn't seem to take offence at all. "Pan you're my best friend. Tell me what's wrong please." She pleaded.
Pan knew that Bra was right. They had known each other for their whole lives. They never hid anything from each other. The least Pan could do was give her a little information about her situation.
"Your goddamn brother, that's what's wrong!"
"What did he do?!" Bra said shocked at Pan's outburst.
"My crotch hurts Bra." Pan hinted.
"HE RAPED YOU!?"
"No he took it Bra," Pan then started to sob and fall on the ground; "my dreams are all gone. He knew what I wanted and now that's gone. HE KNEW WHAT I WANTED!" She screamed at the last part and servants in rooms cleaning poked their heads out to see the ruckus.
Bra looked around the main hall. She knew people were ease dropping in their conversation. And she couldn't blame them. It was hard not too.
"Come on Pan. Let's get out of here. Let's find a place to talk."
Pan ran with Bra down the hallway to her room. Pan just wanted to get away. Away from the palace, away from this planet, and away from him.
Pan woke up and rubbed her eyes. Another dream. At least it wasn't as bad as her other ones. It's also better than actually seeing him too.
Pan took her shower and got dressed for work. She picked up her morning coffee and took a long soothing sip. Pan then stepped out of her apartment and picked up the New York Times. On the front cover today was the big Capsule Corporation's deal with the planet Tiken. There he was. On the front page he was smiling and shaking the King of Tiken's hand.
Pan read the article and it disgusted her. By the time she was done with it she was down stairs in the lobby of her apartment building Bra was already waiting for her and she was done with the article. Pan trashed the newspaper with a look of disgust on her face.
Bra smiled at Pan's disgust, "I see you saw the article. God damn my brother is such ass kisser and an over achiever it's embarrassing to know we're related."
The girls walked out of the doors of the lobby and hopped into Bra's black Mercedes convertible. They continued their conversation in the car.
"Bra if everyone in New York City met you they wouldn't think you were related to Trunks. Remember when your parents got married your mom took Ouji as her last name. You're using your mother's maiden name."
"Yes well unfortunately there are two people in New York City that know we're related, you and me."
"Big deal Bra," Pan said rolling her eyes to her friend, "It's not as bad as you think."
"It so is Pan," Bra said in a teenage like voice.
"Whateva Bra," Pan teased her friend's voice. As soon as they reached a stop light Bra hit her friend playfully on the arm.
After a half hour of driving through heavy traffic Bra and Pan made it to work. But everybody on their floor was gone. Confused they looked around the office and saw through a couple of little windows that there was a meeting.
"Oh we're in deep shit Pan," Bra cursed.
Both of them ran inside the meeting room and took their seats at the table. Their editor looked strictly at them and nodded his head while they smiled.
"Better late than never girls," He told them while looking at some papers. "We can get this meeting started now," the editor addressed everyone.
"Derek, there is a sports story on Alex Rodriguez. It's rumored that he might leave the Yankees…"
And blah blah blah blah blah… Pan though in her head. This was going to be a long meeting.
As the meeting rambled on Bra drew pictures in her note book and Pan was in deep thought. Trunks was everywhere now days. The only way she could get him out of her head was to burn his face. It was quite simple. Just like burning paper. She would have had him screaming from pain. But she had never really heard a guy scream in pain.
"Pan…"
Maybe she could get some guy at the office to scream in pain for her so she could get an idea.
"Pan!"
But what guy would want to get punched in the face by her. It would be embarrassing. She couldn't do that to one of her co workers. She was a Sayain and could seriously injure one of them. Or even go as far as kill them.
"PAN SON!"
Pan jumped in her seat at the loud sound of her name. She looked around the room and found that everyone was staring at her and her editor didn't look too happy. Oops he probably was trying to get my attention for awhile now.
"I'm sorry sir. What were you saying?" She said in apolitically.
"Pan really you're a fantastic writer and an excellent addition to our staff, but have you ever heard of a thing called coffee? Anyways, you're doing an article on the expansion of Capsule Corporations. This story will be on the front page of our magazine next month. This is why I need you to go to Planet Vegeta and interview Bulma and Trunks Ouji…"
"WHAT?!" Pan screamed through out the meeting room. She was now standing up in her chair. Once again she caught everyone's eyes. Bra's face was pale in disbelief out of what she just heard.
"I said I'm sending you to Planet Vegeta…" Her editor repeated calmly.
"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!!!" Pan screamed at him again.
Her boss admired her, and she was his favorite employ but he had to draw the line with Pan's behavior. Talking to her boss like this was grounds for firing her.
"Pan Son, don't ever raise your voice at me! You are going to Planet Vegeta and that's final."
"But Mr. Waters this is absolutely preposterous! You can't force me to go to Planet Vegeta all alone!"
"Oh you're not going alone," he assured, "Bra's going with you."
"WHAT?!" Bra shot up from her chair. Her jaw was literally on the table.
"You heard me. You will be going as well. You told me you still have to clarify whether or not it's true that Goten is getting married. Don't you remember? Goten is CFO of Capsule Corporations?"
"THAT'S HARDLY EVEN A BIG STORY! HE'S JUST THE CFO…ALL I HAVE TO DO IS CALL THE GUY AND ASK HIM!"
"Bra if you want a job at the end of the day, you will do as I saw and lower your voice level. Now anyways, meeting is excused."
"But sir…" Pan and Bra said in unison.
"No buts. You both leave tonight. End of discussion. By the way Pan, the article must be at least seven to nine pages long. So that's why you'll be spending three weeks there." Mr. Waters turned around and left the room with everybody else while Pan and Bra just sat back down and stared at each other. They sat there in shock for a couple minutes and then Bra finally spoke up.
"Well…come on we've got people to call."
"Like who?" Pan looked up at Bra, who had gotten up from her chair, "You better not be calling your mother. I don't want everyone to know we're staying on that retched planet."
"Relax I'm calling the Marriot. The magazine's going to have to pay for it. So I'm calling the five star one." Bra grinned mischievously.
"Oh yes, that's perfect," Pan grinned back at her.
"I'm going to tell payroll where we're going to be for the next three weeks. After you're off the phone we gotta go pack. Ok?"
"Yes mother." Bra rolled her eyes with the phone next to her cheek as Pan walked out the office door.
"This flight is dumb," Bra complained to her friend in the seat next to her.
"Bra, yes this trip sucks, but do we have a choice? No we don't." Pan said.
"Do you have any idea now long this stupid flight last for Pan? It lasts for thirty fucken six hours. Did I mention that I hate space travel? It's dumb."
"Bra you think everything is dumb," Pan rolled her eyes to her friend. "Besides I need these thirty-six hours to figure out how I'm going to interview your brother."
"Oh, I've already got the covered." Bra smiled to herself.
"Oh no. Bra what did you do? Oh I'm guessing it's going to get us into trouble as usual." Pan asked her friend worried. Bra was notorious for getting both of them in trouble. They had been friend their whole life and Pan knew that since they were very young she couldn't recall a time being with Bra without getting in trouble.
"Don't worry, it's a brilliant plan." Bra said proudly.
Pan cocked an eyebrow, "Bra the last time you had one of your 'brilliant plans' it involved you and me in a hospital delivering a baby."
"Oh come on Pan, this one is great, trust me." Bra assured her.
One again Pan cocked an eyebrow and said, "And the last time you said 'trust me' I ended up breaking my leg."
"Shut up Pan!" Bra punched her shoulder, "Stop being so negative! Are you going to let me tell you my plan or not?" She pouted a little at the end.
"Fine," Pan grunted out.
"Ok, look into your wallet."
Pan sighed with annoyance and reluctantly pulled out her wallet and opened the two flaps. Everything looked normal.
"Bra what are you getting at?"
"Look at your driver's license and passport."
Pan looked down at both of them. Everything seemed to be in check, except….
"Bra you didn't…shit," Pan whispered under her breath.
"Did you know that you can get drivers license and passports on the black market for like thirty dollars if you look hard enough?" Bra said happily.
"Bra are you insane?!" Pan yelled at her in a harsh whisper.
"Look Pan we're fine we got through security…we look like the girls in those pictures….sorta."
"Bra this says I have green eyes, that I'm entirely earthling and apparently my name is Crystal Ann Pinnacle."
"Isn't it pretty I made the name up myself? Mine says that I have dark purple hair and light lavender purple eyes. My name is Rachel Violet Horn and I'm an earthling." Bra purred at the sound of her new name.
"Bra! What the hell are you thinking? You have your head up in the clouds as usual. Just like a little kid. What if we get caught? We'll get arrested. And have you noticed that my eyes are brown and your eyes are blue! And I hate to break it to you but your hair is blue not dark purple!" Pan yelled at her once again in a whisper, in fear that the people around them would hear her.
"Pan relax would ya? I got it covered." Bra waved her off.
"How?"
"I brought hair dye and contact color lenses, and I've got something to put in your hair too. We're going to do it on the way there." Bra said, obviously excited.
Pan groaned. This was going to be a long flight.
Should I still continue or what? Or has it gotten bad.
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