Orange Star High School - The Legacy Continues...

Chapter 22 - Now or Never

Exhaling a deep breath, Pan closed her eyes, and knocked on the door.

It wasn't until several moments later, did she open them once more, realizing that no one had answered. Was there even anyone inside? Did she dare to knock again? Or should she just turn back and pretend the whole thing never happened?

Sighing, Pan prepared to turn and leave when suddenly, the door to Trunks' room burst open. Bra stood, hands on her hips at the doorway. She gasped when she seen Pan and hurled toward her, embracing her in a tight hug.

"Pan!" the younger girl squealed, letting go and staring at her happily, "What are you doing here? We didn't have plans...did we?"

Pan shook her head, almost dizzy in the result of Bra's death hug. "No, it's not that." She peered behind Bra, "Hey, isn't this Trunks' room?"

Bra nodded, "Yeah, but I promised I'd help him wash out all that gel I put in his hair. In return, he's paying me back the money I paid to own him."

"Oh..." Pan spoke slowly.

"Why? Do you want to see him?" Bra asked, now opening the door completely.

A faint blush line crossed Pan's face, "N-no...I just uh-" But Bra was already grabbing Pan's arm and was now pulling her inside the room and over to Trunks who was seated on his couch, his back turned to the door.

"Kami Bra, what's taking you so long? I'd like to get this stuff out of my hair today."

Bra stuck her tongue out, "Oh shut it Trunks." She made her way over to the couch and took a seat next to Trunks, grabbing the remote from him and switching the channel, "Pan's here."

"What?" Trunks quickly turned around, seeing Pan standing near the doorway.

"Hey," Pan waved, almost whispering the words.

Trunks stood from the couch and made his way toward Pan. "What's up?"

"Your hair I see," Pan observed, pointing at the lavender mess which was sticking up in various directions.

Trunks put a quick hand to his hair and blushed lightly, "Oh, uh, ignore the...mess."

Pan laughed, "Kind of hard not to, but okay."

"So..."

"So..."

"So..."

"So..."

Trunks raised an eyebrow, "Are we going to keep playing this game or are you going to say something?"

Laughing nervously, Pan rubbed the back of her head, "Uh...well, you know...I was just in the neighborhood and uh-"

"In...the neighborhood...?" Trunks asked quizzically.

"Yeah! You know, late night shopping...?" She trailed off, scratching her head. Just what was she saying?"

"...At night?"

"Yeah! That's the best time! No one around to bother you!"

"Pan, you hate shopping," Trunks replied shortly.

Stopping in her train of thought Pan mentally slapped herself for such a bad topic. Shopping. Of all the things she could talk about why did that one have to pop into her head first?

Yawning, Trunks stretched before glancing at the clock which read nine 'o clock, "Seriously though Pan...is there something you need? Bra's planning on taking another hour to finish up my hair and then I'm heading to bed..."

Bitting her lip, Pan looked down. She could feel the pounding of her heart beating harshly against her chest. Why didn't she just say something now? No one was in her way, she was free. Free to say it, free! She was-

"No," Pan quickly answered, snapping her head back up and smiling softly at Trunks, "...I don't have anything I want to say. ...I mean, I was going to ask Bra something but she's pretty busy and uh, it's getting late." Slowly slipping into the doorway, she made a quick gester that resembled somewhat of a wave then disappeared into the hallway, leaving Trunks all but baffled.

Shaking his head however, he turned and retreated back into the room.

"Bra, I want this stuff off me NOW!"

"Today..." the gym teacher, Mr. Maltreat instructed the small class before him, "We will be indulging in the wonderful sport of none other than dodge ball," Instantly, groans and moans filled the relatively small room, the majority coming from the girls.

"Dodge ball isn't a sport!" one girl yelled from across the room, "It's a death sentence!"

Instantly, boo's and howls erupted within the room, this time the source being the guys, who seemed to be itching for a dodge ball to throw.

Mr. Maltreat waved the noise down, blowing his whistle to quiet the room once more, "Now, now, quiet down everyone!" He waited before speaking again when the room fell silent, "Dodgeball is the sport and here are the rules..."

"You're on our team right Pan?" Eraser asked, tapping her on her shoulder. However, Pan was in a different world.

With a devious grin on her face, Pan was lost in a world of imagination, one in which the dodge ball was the weapon and Angelina was the target. The timing couldn't have been better. She was mad, upset, needed to blow off some steam (last night's meeting with Trunks hadn't gone well at all), and here Angelina sat looking hopelessly lost surrounded by her fellow friends, or posse as she preferred to call them. Whatever she called them didn't really matter much to Pan. The point was, she was goin' down...they all were.

"Pan? Pan?" Eraser waved his hand in front of her face in an attempt to get Pan's attention, but to no avail. He looked to Goten desperately and held out his hands, "What's wrong with her?"

Goten shrugged and walked over to Pan, shaking her. That, if nothing else, finally got her attention and she blinked, looking at Goten. "What?"

"Now that you're awake, are you going to be on our side or what?" Eraser asked.

"You know I wouldn't have it any other way..." Pan started and watched as Eraser left, starting for the front of the gym where the dodge balls were being placed down. "And I don't appreciate you shaking me like that!" She called, letting out a furious breath and running after Eraser to grab a ball. Goten was left standing by himself and sighed as he followed in suit of both Pan and Eraser.

Soon, the balls were handed out and everyone retreated to their proper side of the gym. Mr. Maltreat cleared his throat and as soon as the room became silent, blew his whistle loudly as the game took commence.

Balls flew across the gym with fierce speed, mixing in with the sounds of several girls screaming and running for the nearest corner. Pan held her ball clutched tightly at the palm of her hand.

"Man, she's hiding in the corner," Pan spoke to Goten, who had just managed to duck in time before a ball came flying towards him.

"Who's hiding in the corner?"

"Angelina!"

Goten stared at Pan then jumped as a ball missed his feet, "Just what are you trying to do anyway? Kill her?"

Pan shook her head, "No...not kill her...just, you know, rough her up a bit."

"Pan, with your abilities, you'll do a lot more than just 'rough her up a bit'," Goten warned, almost screaming as two balls went soaring past his head. Another three came flying past his arms and legs and Goten fell to the floor, ducking as several more flew over him. Peering out from on eye, Goten looked up, surprised, and quite confused to see Pan still standing in the same spot, contemplating on whether or not to hit Angelina. He found it amazing that all the dodge balls seemed to past right by her and in return, nearly hit him. Life just wasn't fair...

Meanwhile in the corner of the gym, Angelina stood. With a look of complete repulse on her face she peered from out the corner and to the other side of the gym where Pan stood, a dodge ball in hand.

The little witch. The little tomboy witch.

Quite frankly, she considered it all quite stupid. As if she really couldn't see Pan standing out wide open in the center of the gym. What did she except her to do anyway? Run out into the open to get hit by her dodge ball? Ha, she didn't think so. Which is why the plan of hiding in the corner was a perfect one. What were the chances of being hit when you were in a corner? It was practically impossible.

Unfortunately for Angelina, Pan was the impossible.

"She's still in that stupid corner!" Pan growled, whispering to Goten who was currently running back and forth across the gym in order to avoid not getting hit.

Staring at Pan through the corner of his eye, Goten sighed, "Why don't you just throw it and see how it goes?"

Bitting her lip, Pan considered the option. Grinning, she nodded and quickly ran over to Goten (and all at the same time avoiding several dodge balls at the same time) and patted him on the back before rushing back toward the center of the gym, "Great idea!" She called.

Smiling, Goten stopped his running, opening his mouth to utter a 'Thanks!' when suddenly, he was hit with a flying dodge ball. Groaning as he walked to the sidelines, he cursed his luck. Life just wasn't fair...no...it just wasn't fair.

"...Alright...time to see how this goes," Pan muttered to herself, reading the ball she held for attack. Carefully aiming, she quickly threw the ball soaring toward Angelina in the corner of the gym.

"Angelina, watch out!"

Turning, the brunette stared at her best friend, arms crossed firmly across her chest, "What do you wa- ahhh!" she screamed as a red dodge ball suddenly came colliding into her face.

The entire gym went silent as Angelina's screams continued to plague the small gym.

"Christine! Why didn't you tell me that was heading straight for my face?" Angelina screamed, holding her nose and whimpering as pain soared through it with every touch she made.

Christine was quick to nurse her injured friend, "B-but, I tried to tell you but-"

"But nothing!" Angelina yelled, throwing her pink hand bag onto the floor of the gym, she stormed out of the room.

Quickly turning to face her classmates, Christine smiled weakly then blushed in embarrassment before following the brunette in tow and running out of the room after Angelina.

Sighing, Mr. Maltreat shook his head and blew his whistle, "Alright, continue on, continue on!"

Meanwhile, back in the center of the gym, Pan stood with a devilish grin planted on her face. Oh yes, revenge was sweet.

"Hey, did you hear about Angelina Trunks?"

Snapping back awake, Trunks blinked as he turned to face Bra, "Eh...huh? Did you say something?"

Glaring back at her brother, Bra growled, "Don't you listen to anything I say?"

"No...not usually," Trunks responded with a shrug.

Bra rolled her eyes, "I'll ignore that. Anyway, did you hear that Angelina got hit with a dodge ball in the nose today while she was at gym? She caused this big commotion and everything."

Trunks raised an eyebrow, "...And?"

"Goten told me it was Pan who threw it!" Bra exclaimed with a laugh.

"...Did she get in trouble?"

Bra shook her head, "No, no one knew who it was who threw it. I guess the ball must've been flying too hard for anyone to see. I just wish I could have been there..."

"But what about Angelina...? Is she hurt?"

Bra stopped in her tracks and stared at Trunks in disbelief, "Why do you care so much about Angelina all of a sudden?"

"Bra, Pan is part saiyan. Do you know the damage she could inflict on Angelina without even knowing it?" Trunks replied. Sighing, he turned and started down the hallway, "I'm going to go talk to Pan. See you later."

"Wha- wait..." Bra called, but the saiyan had already disappeared into the mass crowd of teenagers.

Pan walked happily down the hallways of Orange Star High School, a skip in her step as she went. Angelina was hurt, suffering in the nurse's office, embarrassed, and it was all her causing. Things couldn't be better!

"You know Pan, you really didn't have to hit Angelina that hard. I think she was crying," Goten frowned as he walked in step next to Pan.

Pan rolled her eyes, "She deserved what she got. Besides, after what she did to you, didn't it feel good to see her hurt for once?"

"Well..."

Sighing, Pan faced Goten, "You're as soft as Grandpa and my dad, I swear Goten."

Goten merely grinned, "Well, it's better than being mean."

"Hnh...whatever you say," Pan huffed, "I still say, revenge is sweet."

Goten shook his head, "Pan...I sympathize for the man you end up with."

Glaring up at Goten, Pan shoved him softly, "Hey!"

Goten laughed then was suddenly cut short of his laughter as someone suddenly pulled him off to the side of the hallway.

"Shh... Goten, don't say anything, it's me."

Turning, Goten sighed as he came face to face with Trunks. "Trunks...you scared me."

"Glad to know. Listen...I need to talk to Pan. Alone."

Arching an eyebrow, Goten grinned slyly, "Oooh...! Gonna pop the question huh?"

Trunks frowned as he looked to his friend with a puzzled look. "Goten what are you-" He suddenly blinked as she realized what Goten had meant, "First of all, no. And second of all, you only say that when you're asking if someone's going to get married! Now go."

"Okay, okay, no need to get all pushy, I'm going!" Goten exclaimed as he began heading in the opposite direction of the hallway, but not before giving Trunks a quick wink.

Rolling his eyes, Trunks sighed then turned around to head back down the hallway when suddenly he was stopped by a strong forceful hand atop his shoulders. Nearly jumping out of his skin, Trunks looked up to see Pan glaring at him unmercifully.

"Oh...Pan...hey..."

"What did you tell Goten?" Pan asked.

"N-nothing," Trunks responded, shaking his head clear, "Listen, I need to talk to you. Come on." Before she could protest, he took Pan's arm, leading her around a corner then to a door that led to the school's rooftop.

"...Trunks, what are you doing?" Pan asked.

Trunks said nothing as he kept going until they reached the school roof. Once there, he looked around then released Pan's arm.

"I wanted to know..."

"Yes?"

"Why did you hit Angelina with that dodge ball?"

Pan nearly lost her footing as she frowned at Trunks, "You brought me all the way up here to ask me that? Couldn't you have asked me that down-"

"Pan, please. Just answer the question."

"Why should I? Do I have some sort of agreement with you or did I miss something?" Pan snapped back.

"Okay then answer this: Why do you seem to constantly pick on Angelina? What has she ever done to you in the first place?"

Pan's mouth dropped, "What has she done to me? She made me dress in humiliating clothes on Senior Day and she's always trying to take-" Covering her mouth, Pan stopped herself before she could say anymore.

Trunks raised an eyebrow, "She tries to take what?"

Pan looked down, "Nothing."

"Somehow I don't believe that."

Looking back up, Pan's eyes were fiery with anger, "Well you better believe it!" She yelled.

"You don't have to yell Pan," Trunks responded calmly.

"You don't have to be so...so you all the time either!" Pan screamed, wanting to rip out her hair in anxiety. Looking up into the sky, tears blurred her vision as she spoke, "You being the way you are. Do you know how crazy you've been making me? I can't concentrate on anything because of you. Everything I do is for you. Every fight I've ever been in with Angelina...it's all because of you!" Looking back at Trunks through a blurred vision, she sighed, "She's been trying to get her hands on you since before I can remember...and I...I couldn't- can't stand it." She looked down once more and shook her head, "I've been doing it all for you."

The room fell silent and Pan quickly turned, facing away from Trunks. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Just why had she confessed to him again?

"...Pan...I..."

Pan looked up, turning toward Trunks once more. She winced as thoughts of rejection entered her mind. Oh how she could hear it now. Why, why had she confessed? And on the school roof top no less. Pan's face features visibly faltered. How romantic.

"...I didn't know that's how you felt..." Trunks blinked.

Laughing nervously, Pan kicked a rock off the roof, "I'm surprised you didn't notice by now."

"Well...last night was kind of a clue..." Trunks responded and grinned as he seen the faint blush line reappear on Pan's face features.

"And stop looking at me like that!" Pan yelled, glaring at Trunks, then sighing as she was pulled in for a gentle hug. Breathing into his shirt, she sighed once more, "You make me crazy, you know that?"

"That's what I'm here for."

"Among other things," Pan added with a smile. Pulling away from him, she stared into his eyes with a serious look. "...But you never told me if the feelings I share for you are mutual..."

Trunks laughed, "Did you think that they weren't?"

Smiling again, Pan pulled in close to Trunks once more, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that..."

"Ah! Beautiful!" a sudden voice spoke up, interrupting what would have been a perfect moment.

Grimacing, Pan and Trunks gasped only and quickly turned, only to come face to face with none other than Seiko Origami.

The obtrude director was now making his way toward the two, his camera men in tow and a smile on his face.

"Ah young love, how sweet, how sweet!" He sighed, "How this takes me back to my own youth!"

"It'd be sweeter if you weren't here," Pan muttered bitterly, her fingernails digging deep into the palms of her hands. It took most of Trunks' strength to hold her back from attacking the unguarded man.

"Pan, calm down, it's okay..." Trunks whispered.

"No it's not okay!" she screamed in protest. Breaking free of Trunks' hold she turned toward Seiko who looked not in the least bit alarmed at the sudden outburst. "And just what are you doing up on the rooftop anyway?"

Seiko merely laughed, shaking his head comically at Pan's angry state, "Pan, Pan...we were simply up here admiring the beauty that is Satan City!" Stepping forward, he leaned out toward the ledge of the roof and breathed in the atmosphere deeply. "Simply beautiful."

Pan's face faltered and a frown replaced her look of anger. "And you expect me to believe that?"

"Ye-"

"Wait a minute!" Pan suddenly interrupted, turning her attention from Seiko and his crew back to Trunks. She pointed a finger to his chest and glared up into his slanted blue eyes. "I bet this way all your doing from the start, wasn't it?"

Backing up in protest, Trunks stared at Pan with a look of disbelief, "What are you crazy? I hate them just as much as you do. Besides, why would I want my personal life to be documented on a movie?"

Pan sighed, "Yeah...I guess that's-"

"Actually..." Seiko interrupted.

All attention was back on Seiko as the two teens locked eyes with the shifty director.

"Actually what?" They asked simultaneously.

Seiko answered with a nervous laugh, "Actually we were up here on a count of a certain rumor. Word has it that your parents Pan, were none other than the champions of justice and truth, Saiyaman 1 and 2!"

All at once Pan could feel what was left of her dignity slowly slipping away, "Kami no..."

"So it's true then?" Seiko exclaimed happily.

Trunks bit back a groan. He could swear that if one looked hard enough there were little bundles of zeni popping up in Seiko's eyes.

Groaning, Pan looked back to Seiko, one eyebrow raised, "Why should it matter that they were anyway?"

"Well it would only make sense!" Seiko explained with a grin, "Your parents were Saiyaman, they attended this school, your mother was in a documentary of her own, you're in a documentary of your own, you attend this school, this film is called Orange Star High School - The Legacy Continues... Come on Pan, fit the pieces together...!"

Pan's eyes widened, "No! No way! There is no way that you're going to get me to dress up in that hideous costume and run around repeating stuff out of Sailormoon."

"Ah...I'd knew that's what your reaction would be..." Seiko replied, a sly grin on his face.

Trunks raised an eyebrow, "What are you planning?"

The innocent gleam on Seiko's face had returned, the sly look disappearing once more, "Oh nothing really...just that if you don't do the Saiyaman routine, a bit of your personal life just may as well end up on a certain movie..."

"You can't do that!" Pan exclaimed. Oh how dearly she wanted to pounce on the idiot and rip out his brain stem.

But Seiko only smiled, pulling out a piece of paper from his coat jacket and hovering it between the space between Trunks and Pan, "But I can. Or do you not remember that contract you signed with me?"

Snatching the paper from his hands, Pan quickly skimmed over the contract, "I don't seem anything about our personal lives being a part of this movie," She stated, glaring back up at Seiko.

Still smiling, Seiko whipped out a pen, pointing it in the direction toward the bottom of the page, "Fine print my friends, fine print."

Leaning over, Trunks peered from over Pan's shoulder to read exactly what the paper said. As soon as the two read it, they gasped, Pan dropping the paper and emitting a deep moan and Trunks hitting himself in the head at his lack of better judgement. Just how had they let such a small thing pass them right by?

With the following being said, I give my full content and agree to the terms above. Any and all flim containing me can and will be used in the documentary.

And below that statement, the somewhat sloppy signature of Pan Son painted the bottom line of the contract, underneath the more autiable signature of Trunks Briefs.

It was official. They were ruined.

Author's Notes: Well there it is. The next chapter after WAY too long. I'm deeply sorry for this but I hope this chapter makes up for it. It was nine pages long in Microsoft Word and took me an hour to write. -Whew.- I've definetely got some plans for this fic so it should be fun. XP
Also, thanks a bunch to the people who are continuing to read this fic and have faith in that I will update it someday! (And today was the day!) I really appreciate it when you do that and so thank you. You make writing more enjoyable than it already is. :)