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Ash

The Fifth of March

My father had a fit over tea last night. Mom had told Father that I was training with Vegeta and Dad was not happy. While father ranted and raved, there was a nagging voice in the back of my head telling me not to cry, not to act as I would normally to look him in the eye and ask him to calm down. What I have left of my short nails dug into my leg as I listened to him. I was too young. He gave me the impression, in ten years time I would still be too young. Mom tried to calm him down – I could take care of myself, but Father was not convinced. I wish he would understand.

"You are too young Pan! You'll end up getting your self hurt or killed!" Gohan paced the kitchen, his temples throbbing with his temper. Looking down at her dinner, Pan slowly ate and then resumed a silent watch on her Father. "Pan, I know you want to be as strong as everyone else, but you don't have as much Saiyan blood, and you are much younger. Vegeta is not a safe person to train with." Pan paused for a moment before looking her father in the eye.
"Father, I know your worried but I'm going to be eighteen next month, and legally I will be able to -" Pan spoke as calm as she could, but Gohan was quick to interrupt.

"No, Pan. While you are living under this roof, you will be doing as I think is right for you." Gohan stated, his anger still rising. Videl uncomfortably pushed around her rice, then spoke up.

"Gohan dear, don't you think you are being a bit rough on Pan, I'm sure Vegeta wouldn't hurt Pan as bad as you think. Pan can take care of herself, you know" Gohan paced some more, muttering.

"Videl, you don't know Vegeta like I do, he was trying to kill my father once, and he still hates me and any of my father's blood." Pan tried to keep quiet, her nails dug into her thigh as her father spoke and surely Vegeta would not train her as he had, if it was a way to secretly kill her? "I don't want Pan injured or killed while training with Vegeta, she is just too young to understand what danger she is in right now." Pan dug her nails in further. If going into space with Grandpa Goku and Trunks was not dangerous, she didn't know what was.

"Daddy, I know your upset but please understand he is the only one who has time to train me, and so far he's been really good about it…" Gohan cleared his throat, his eyes ablaze.

"Are you trying to tell me you don't think I have time for my only daughter anymore? Because if that's what you mean then-" Gohan started ranting, his voice growing louder. Pan continued to dig her nails into her skin, trying to keep her voice and temper down.

"Daddy, you know I don't mean it like that. Vegeta just has plenty of time – he lives off Bulma's money. You don't like having to train me everyday, because you have enough on your plate and I understand. We both thought it would be a good idea. You know grandpa trusted Vegeta, so why can't you?" Gohan seemed red, his fist tight.

"THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR GRANDFATHER PAN, IF YOU WANT TO TRAIN WITH VEGETA, FINE. BUT I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT ANYTHING HE DOES TO YOU IF YOU GET HURT, DO YOU HEAR ME?" Pan slowly stood up looking up at her father. The hardest thing to do was not to yell and tell her father how wrong he was. Slowly walking over to Gohan, she gave him a hug.

"I understand daddy, I know you don't want me to get hurt. I'll see you tomorrow night. I'm going to Bura's after school." Pan forced a genuine looking smile and walked upstairs, calmly. Videl, mouth half open, looked in shock.

"Well, she certainly handled that well." Gohan just looked angrier and sat down, his eyes narrowed.

"I don't want to hear about it."

I even surprised myself last night. When I got to my room, I wanted to throw everything at everywhere and fly off to Bura's house. Instead I kept my cool. Maybe training in the morning helps you get it out of your system? The vent up anger was taken out on Vegeta when I managed to get a hit in this morning. I think he was letting me. No-one spoke of what was said or done the day before and I quickly got the impression to keep my mouth closed and to follow Vegeta's orders. After an hour, Vegeta was still not finished. After I was exhausted, I was commanded to stand up. I had enough; I was tired, dirty, hungry and sweaty. I vaguely recall calling Vegeta not to order me around like I was his slave. So he laughed. Opening the door, he folded his arms. "Same time brat. Same place."

Another hour later after showering and dressing Bulma invited me for breakfast. Trunks was there pigging into the food while Bura was giving him a lecture on how 'uncool' his bad manners were. I had to laugh as I sat down, grabbing a bowl for myself. I had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.

"Pass the milk Trunks" Bura smiled sweetly at her brother, who in his eyes was far too busy to pass his sister the milk.

"hrm hra hrmmith Brhra" Trunks responded while chewing a large mouthful.
"TRUNKS, will you PLEASE just PASS me the milk?" Bura looked irritated, so I took the moment to grab the milk and toss it to Bura. Bura smiled.
"Well at someone has the decency to pass the milk" she pulled a coy look, "brother". Trunks just continued eating.

"So..." Pan started with her mouth half full. "What you up to tonight Bura? Want to go to the movies? I hear there's a really good one on at the moment..."
"Is there anyone cute in it?" Bura looked hopeful as she spoke, a slight grin on her face. Pan sighed. "I mean, if its about the one where that couple get lost in the woods, I hear the guys really cute..." Bura, about to dive off on the subject of cute guys, was suddenly interrupted by Trunks, who had managed to swallow.
"Bura, somehow I don't think Pan chooses her movies by who looks cute." He spooned another mouthful of food in his mouth and thoughtfully chewed and swallowed before continuing. "Not everyone is so hooked up on guy's behinds" He sniggered. Bura was silent. Pan laughed quietly, being quite used to their antics and quietly slipped upstairs to get her bag from the guestroom. Bura growled beneath her breath.
"TRUNKS, BROTHER, IF YOU DON'T MIND BUTTING INTO ME AND PANS COVERSATIONS I THINK IM GOING TO –"
"TRUNKS STOP PROVOKING YOUR SISTER AND BURA CUT OUT THE YELLING YOU'RE INTERUPTING MY BREAKFAST." Vegeta had appeared in the doorway and stalked down to the table, glaring at Trunks. Bura just smirked at her brother.

"Chris is pretty cute" Bura mused over her sundae. "You could always ask him to the ball." Pan looked down, doing little more then stirring her sundae into a slushy mess.
"Every guy that asks me out, I end up scaring away" Pan sighed, remembering last time a guy had asked her out. They had walked past a girl being mugged by two older men and before her date could blink, Pan took them both on. Pan had dodged several bullets, and proceeded to bending their guns around their necks. When Pan turned to her date, he was running down the road.
"So what, you've beaten up a few dates-" Bura started
"I didn't beat them up! There was always a time when they started to get –"

"Or you bet someone else up, maybe you could pretend you can't beat people up at all, just ask him to the ball? You just have to play innocent and weak that's all." Bura looked rather happy with herself and took another spoonful of ice-cream. Pan just looked into her Sundae.

There is part of me that wants to be a girl, for once. Dress up in a dress, dance with a partner at the ball. But there is also a part of me that wants to turn up in pants and a t-shirt. There is part of me who wants to ask someone I don't know. The biggest part of me wants to ask Trunks to the ball. But he still thinks I'm a little kid.

"Trunks?" Trunks was awake, next to a snoring Goku. The next planet was a few days away, and she was getting as much rest as she could.

"Yeah Pan?" She turned over in her hammock and looked down at him. His purple hair was ruffled, his eyes bleary.
"I was thinking, you know how Goten is going out with Paresu?" Pan spoke slowly, as if she was thinking about her words as she formed them. Trunks looked a bit panicked as where the conversation was going.
"Y-yeah?" He tried to make up for his stutter with a subtle cough.
"Does he love her, I mean from his phone calls it seems all he wants is…well…you know" She turned a shade of red as she spoke, refusing to look Trunks in the eye. Trunks didn't know what hit him.
"W-WHAT! Pan...I mean...you're only…young…you shouldn't be thinking about…" He looked flustered. "I'm sure Goten didn't mean to-"
Pan suddenly jumped out of her hammock, and beamed. Trunks paused.
"Great. COME ON GIRU, WE'VE GOT CLEANING TO DO" Pans sudden bid for cleaning hid her emotion. Trunks groaned as she left, exaggerating her step with enthusiasm. It was only two in the morning.

"Who are you going to ask?" Pan suddenly looked up. Bura looked up, her grip on the spoon tightening.
"Oh, I don't know…" Bura looked suddenly uncomfortable and attempted the change of the subject. "So how is school this year? Finding English hard?" She smiled suddenly as a male with droopy blonde hair walked through the door.
"Bura…" Pan smirked "Who is it?" She knew if Bura was hiding something, it had to be interesting.
"No-one, why would there be anyone" Bura smiled an award-wining smile.
"Because you're blushing" Pan smirked. Bura, flustered, blushing or not - dived for her mirror.

I never did find out who Bura liked. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow, it is probably the next popular guy. Although I never wish I could forget who I was, like her.