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By the way you all look beautiful, have I ever told you that?
I'm not sure how loud my voice rang out, but with everyone in the room turning to look at me, I take it it was pretty loud. Mentally slapping myself, I kept my strong focus on the group of men and woman.
"What do you know about the androids?" 'Bulma.' She was definitely younger, guessing not much older than I am. I stepped out of the frame and swayed proudly into the filled room.
"More than I want to. Now tell me, are they here yet?" The gentle man who had helped me spoke up first.
"No, they'll be here in three years." I ran a hand through my soaked-mane, trying to think of all the things that were meant to pass. Looking round at the group, I began to feel sorry for each and every one of them, they would all die, some sooner than later.
"What do you know about them brat?" The harsh tone woke me from my sympathy reel. 'Brat.' Such a nickname for all times; though I had never really liked when my sensei called me that, I sure as hell wasn't going to let someone else take the sentimental value away from it.
"Don't call me Brat Vegeta." Tongue; bite the tongue. Now, with the slip I felt a whole lot of lies pile on top of me as explanations.
"You know him?" The aqua beauty lilted her voice in confusion and curiosity. For all the smart remarks my head had thought up, I blindly let them slip, might as well let some of the mystery fall away.
"You could say that. You could also say I know you, and well everyone." I laughed sickly, thick with annoyance and sadness. Maybe this was harder than I thought. Picking up some ego I had gotten over the years, I put up a barrier so my emotions wouldn't collided with the onlookers.
"How?" What a simple, difficult question. Oh, how I wish I knew the answer. (So corny I've finished off the cob. Shoots herself) Just answer it, simple words for a simple question. Breathing slowly I roll over the consequences one to many cons, might as well use a clean-cut white lie. Tilting my head in an annoyed manner, I plant the first lie smoothly with a touch of good acting.
"From my past, my parents told me...well, stories." My voice let a little humor chime in to seal the release and I internally smiled.
"Still doesn't explain how you-"I interrupted him in his furry of questions.
"Knew which one was you? Could it be the fact that people can describe what a "human" looks like." Emphasizing on the mortal word I clipped him a sassy look. To my surprise instead of an angered look in return he smirked in a sexy tumble-in-the-sheets sorta way. (Ok what I meant by tumble-in-the- sheets was you know kind of an overconfident sexy smirk. Give up.) I could almost see his ego flash a pearly white smile.
"What's your name?" Carefully moving my eyes from his heavy gaze, I turned then upon a short bald man, I believe Krillin is what Bulma called him?
"Pan S- Pan." For a moment I saw him shift at my syllable slip of the tongue. Nodding at the name he smiled in a welcoming way. "Nice to meet you Pan, I'm Krillin, but you would already know that huh?" I nod reluctantly, finally warming up a lip curl. My father had talked about a friend named Krillin, though I hardly imagined this short man could be him. His outfit, staring for a few seconds I note the color and its use. Orange gi. Scanning the rest of the good-sized group I spot the ebony haired man who had brought me to my feet. Orange gi. 'Grandfather.' Amazed at the youthful man I forget that there are others in the room.
"Uh...heh...Pan?" I raised an eyebrow at the awkward remark. His hand crept behind his head, rubbing innocently. "I was wonder...about the ship, you came in." 'Oh, right the time machine, well there is a slight memory problem. Okay what to do.' The gears in my head turned through all the different things, time machine, alien ship, on a mission. 'That'll work.'
"I was on a mission." Forcing my head not to shake in stupidity I tried to add something to it. "I was battling someone." 'And I couldn't have sounded stupider.'
"You're a fighter?!" The awe struck look on some of the people's faces made me feel sorry they were so gullible. Cutting my sympathy short once again I nodded in reply; and that's when all the questions came out in a flurry of response. 'Who taught you, how strong are you, have you ever been in a tournament, do we know your parents?' I backed up away from the group, feeling bombarded with the life quiz.
"Guys, guys! She just got out of the regeneration tank, let her head rest before you drive her insane with your questions." The young Bulma turns to me with a soft look and a warm smile. "Now Pan, do you have some place to go? Home, any family?" I closed my eyes in a wave of nausea; that word drove me insane every time. "Are you ok?" I could feel a small hand on my stiff shoulder. Flinching I took another step back. Opening my eyes, I saw her look guilty, she looked as though she was the cause of my current state of pain.
Trying to take back some of that pain I caused her I gave a fake smile and shook my head. "No, no I have nowhere." She nodded in sympathy, to me that was a big chunk of ego being ripped away.
"You could stay here if you would like, we've got so much room it wouldn't bother us a bit to have another person. Plus I could use another woman to talk to." Laughing in some childish fit, I raise my eyebrow. Never once in my life have I actually had a conversation with a woman. Well, could be the fact the only woman I knew was Bulma and between our schedules and interest, we would probably bore each other to death.
I laughed sarcasm written all over, but I got the feeling Bulma didn't even care a bit. "You could always come stay with us. Piccolo, Gohan, and I are going to be training, and Chi Chi would actually enjoy having a woman instead of another man running around the house." I heard a few grunts at the mention of grandmother's name; I had to stifle a reflective laugh. Though my father had always spoken so fondly of his mother he always showed a great deal of fear towards her. I guess it held the same for everyone else.
Coming back to the two offers I let them roll over in my brain. I could stay here and live in the house I grew up in for most of my life, having to share it with the two people who meant the most to me, and have no idea who I am or are probably nothing like the people I knew. Then there was the offer to go stay with part of my family, I'd get to know what they were like and also get to train with some of the strongest fighters in the universe. I don't really have a scale in my head, but even so the second offer just seemed a tad bit more stomach settling.
Turning towards my "new" grandfather I spoke to his offer. "I would like that very much." He wasn't really surprised by my answer, yet he sweetly nodded. His stare deepened it and I was very pleased when a feminine voice rang out.
"Oh dear, look at you!" I turned my head and watched as a tall blonde strolled across the living room floor a large smile plastered to her motherly looking face. "You're dripping wet, and half dressed. Poor child, Bulma!" The older woman scolded the younger one (o. . .k. . .). "You should have thought to get our guest some clothes. Or at least show her to the bathroom to dry off!" I had forgotten about my appearance, but I think some of the others noticed it a tad bit before I did. I blushed a bit and raised my ki. My raven hair floated up a bit then fell back down dry and much lighter. I smiled feeling a little less icky. From the looks on their faces I knew I should have just excepted the towel and dry off in the bathroom. Apparently they were still a little uncomfortable about the whole ki thing. This was gonna be more difficult than I thought...
I'm not sure how loud my voice rang out, but with everyone in the room turning to look at me, I take it it was pretty loud. Mentally slapping myself, I kept my strong focus on the group of men and woman.
"What do you know about the androids?" 'Bulma.' She was definitely younger, guessing not much older than I am. I stepped out of the frame and swayed proudly into the filled room.
"More than I want to. Now tell me, are they here yet?" The gentle man who had helped me spoke up first.
"No, they'll be here in three years." I ran a hand through my soaked-mane, trying to think of all the things that were meant to pass. Looking round at the group, I began to feel sorry for each and every one of them, they would all die, some sooner than later.
"What do you know about them brat?" The harsh tone woke me from my sympathy reel. 'Brat.' Such a nickname for all times; though I had never really liked when my sensei called me that, I sure as hell wasn't going to let someone else take the sentimental value away from it.
"Don't call me Brat Vegeta." Tongue; bite the tongue. Now, with the slip I felt a whole lot of lies pile on top of me as explanations.
"You know him?" The aqua beauty lilted her voice in confusion and curiosity. For all the smart remarks my head had thought up, I blindly let them slip, might as well let some of the mystery fall away.
"You could say that. You could also say I know you, and well everyone." I laughed sickly, thick with annoyance and sadness. Maybe this was harder than I thought. Picking up some ego I had gotten over the years, I put up a barrier so my emotions wouldn't collided with the onlookers.
"How?" What a simple, difficult question. Oh, how I wish I knew the answer. (So corny I've finished off the cob. Shoots herself) Just answer it, simple words for a simple question. Breathing slowly I roll over the consequences one to many cons, might as well use a clean-cut white lie. Tilting my head in an annoyed manner, I plant the first lie smoothly with a touch of good acting.
"From my past, my parents told me...well, stories." My voice let a little humor chime in to seal the release and I internally smiled.
"Still doesn't explain how you-"I interrupted him in his furry of questions.
"Knew which one was you? Could it be the fact that people can describe what a "human" looks like." Emphasizing on the mortal word I clipped him a sassy look. To my surprise instead of an angered look in return he smirked in a sexy tumble-in-the-sheets sorta way. (Ok what I meant by tumble-in-the- sheets was you know kind of an overconfident sexy smirk. Give up.) I could almost see his ego flash a pearly white smile.
"What's your name?" Carefully moving my eyes from his heavy gaze, I turned then upon a short bald man, I believe Krillin is what Bulma called him?
"Pan S- Pan." For a moment I saw him shift at my syllable slip of the tongue. Nodding at the name he smiled in a welcoming way. "Nice to meet you Pan, I'm Krillin, but you would already know that huh?" I nod reluctantly, finally warming up a lip curl. My father had talked about a friend named Krillin, though I hardly imagined this short man could be him. His outfit, staring for a few seconds I note the color and its use. Orange gi. Scanning the rest of the good-sized group I spot the ebony haired man who had brought me to my feet. Orange gi. 'Grandfather.' Amazed at the youthful man I forget that there are others in the room.
"Uh...heh...Pan?" I raised an eyebrow at the awkward remark. His hand crept behind his head, rubbing innocently. "I was wonder...about the ship, you came in." 'Oh, right the time machine, well there is a slight memory problem. Okay what to do.' The gears in my head turned through all the different things, time machine, alien ship, on a mission. 'That'll work.'
"I was on a mission." Forcing my head not to shake in stupidity I tried to add something to it. "I was battling someone." 'And I couldn't have sounded stupider.'
"You're a fighter?!" The awe struck look on some of the people's faces made me feel sorry they were so gullible. Cutting my sympathy short once again I nodded in reply; and that's when all the questions came out in a flurry of response. 'Who taught you, how strong are you, have you ever been in a tournament, do we know your parents?' I backed up away from the group, feeling bombarded with the life quiz.
"Guys, guys! She just got out of the regeneration tank, let her head rest before you drive her insane with your questions." The young Bulma turns to me with a soft look and a warm smile. "Now Pan, do you have some place to go? Home, any family?" I closed my eyes in a wave of nausea; that word drove me insane every time. "Are you ok?" I could feel a small hand on my stiff shoulder. Flinching I took another step back. Opening my eyes, I saw her look guilty, she looked as though she was the cause of my current state of pain.
Trying to take back some of that pain I caused her I gave a fake smile and shook my head. "No, no I have nowhere." She nodded in sympathy, to me that was a big chunk of ego being ripped away.
"You could stay here if you would like, we've got so much room it wouldn't bother us a bit to have another person. Plus I could use another woman to talk to." Laughing in some childish fit, I raise my eyebrow. Never once in my life have I actually had a conversation with a woman. Well, could be the fact the only woman I knew was Bulma and between our schedules and interest, we would probably bore each other to death.
I laughed sarcasm written all over, but I got the feeling Bulma didn't even care a bit. "You could always come stay with us. Piccolo, Gohan, and I are going to be training, and Chi Chi would actually enjoy having a woman instead of another man running around the house." I heard a few grunts at the mention of grandmother's name; I had to stifle a reflective laugh. Though my father had always spoken so fondly of his mother he always showed a great deal of fear towards her. I guess it held the same for everyone else.
Coming back to the two offers I let them roll over in my brain. I could stay here and live in the house I grew up in for most of my life, having to share it with the two people who meant the most to me, and have no idea who I am or are probably nothing like the people I knew. Then there was the offer to go stay with part of my family, I'd get to know what they were like and also get to train with some of the strongest fighters in the universe. I don't really have a scale in my head, but even so the second offer just seemed a tad bit more stomach settling.
Turning towards my "new" grandfather I spoke to his offer. "I would like that very much." He wasn't really surprised by my answer, yet he sweetly nodded. His stare deepened it and I was very pleased when a feminine voice rang out.
"Oh dear, look at you!" I turned my head and watched as a tall blonde strolled across the living room floor a large smile plastered to her motherly looking face. "You're dripping wet, and half dressed. Poor child, Bulma!" The older woman scolded the younger one (o. . .k. . .). "You should have thought to get our guest some clothes. Or at least show her to the bathroom to dry off!" I had forgotten about my appearance, but I think some of the others noticed it a tad bit before I did. I blushed a bit and raised my ki. My raven hair floated up a bit then fell back down dry and much lighter. I smiled feeling a little less icky. From the looks on their faces I knew I should have just excepted the towel and dry off in the bathroom. Apparently they were still a little uncomfortable about the whole ki thing. This was gonna be more difficult than I thought...