Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT or for that matter the Dragonball manga. They all regrettably belong to Akira Toriyama. If I did have the rites, I would own more manga. Among other things.

Author's note: I am shocked that I updated but that is solely because instead of studying for my finals, I am procrastinating. Weird but not shocking. I am surprised that I am on favourites, communities and alerts, I mean who would have thought. I want to thank everyone and if you have any ideas, send them in your reviews. I sense a writer's block in the future, or so my magic eight ball says. And this is the first update of this year, year of the dog! So, in order to help with the cramming and mind numbing fun of finals, I give you another chapter to this story. Since I am strapped for time, I want to thank my loyal readers as well as the newbies who decided to give this fractured story a chance. You're all ace in my book! Well, without further ado…

Chapter 6: The kids aren't all right a.k.a. The wonders of sleep deprivation

As Pan contemplated the joys and wonders of the iced cappuccino, Marron and Paris stared at their friend. She looked well enough, except for the dark circles underneath her eyes. Yet that could be tossed aside since the neighbouring table held at least five people worse off than Pan. Finals had hit Black Star University and some weren't taking it lying down. Realising she was being watched, Pan looked up from her drink.

'What?'

Her two friends continued to stare.

'Come on, do I have a zit or something?'

They both glanced at each other to see if they weren't somehow in an alternate reality where the world was controlled by monkeys.

'You mean you don't remember?' asked Marron tentatively since Pan had been rather hard to pull away from that guy and she only became comatose when Paris bought her the ice cap.

'Remember what?' said Pan as she slurped the remains of her drink and gazed forlornly at the bottom.

'This is too freaky, how much sleep have you been getting?' asked Paris as she pulled out a tattered notebook.

'Umm, about five or four…'

'What!' exclaimed Marron as she startled a snoozing student nearby and caused another to choke on his gum. Paris seemed unfazed as she began writing. 'I mean, Pan, our finals only start in two weeks, I thought your lab report was only due on Thursday. That's plenty of time.'

'I just have trouble getting to…hey…are you writing this down?' exclaimed Pan as she tore the notebook from under Paris. 'Are you psychoanalysing me!'

'I thought it could help, I'm minoring in psychology,' retorted Paris as she made a grab for the book.

'Minoring? You took one class and failed!' yelled Pan getting the attention of the small cafeteria.

'Hey it was a tough class,' defended Paris, giving up on the book and sitting back down.

'It was an elective,' said Marron as she finished her latte.

'Details. And I thought we were discussing Pan's attraction to tall seniors,' replied Paris.

'Tall seniors?' asked Pan, clearly confused.

'Definitely TA material,' said Marron. 'You were all over him, wonder what your grandmother would say.'

'Wait a minute, all over him?' said Pan knocking over her chair.

'Said he smelt like coffee. You have good taste Pan,' laughed Paris.

'This isn't funny. I mauled a total stranger! I mean what if he sees me again! Did he recognize me?'

'Nah, you were kinda of burrowed in his chest, going 'mmmm coffee,' said Marron as she re-enacted the scene while laughing.

'Stop laughing! How come I don't remember?'

'Well I'm betting on sleep deprivation, maybe you should go home for the weekend. I bet Goten can give you a lift,' said Marron wiping the tears from her eyes. Paris was still laughing.

'I'll have to change my name, and go live in the mountains with Grandpa. I mean you can't just forget something like this…'

'You just did Pan, I mean the chances of you meeting him again are like one in a … oh my God, it's him!' said Paris as she looked outside. Clear as day, he was standing in one of the many campus courtyards with two other people who didn't seem to grasp the idea of colour coordination.

'What is that other girl wearing, blue spandex?' asked Marron, tilting her head.

'Oh my God, I need to disappear,' said Pan, looking for a viable exit.

'Relax, it's not like he'll come in here,' said Paris taking back her book.

The outside air was heavy with the midday heat as the sun beat down overhead. Uub was trying to blend into the scenery and try not to anger the crowned prince. The princess on the other hand was ignoring the stares of passing students while she typed into a small data pad. The prince was debating if he really needed a younger sister and how long he would have to stay on this polluted planet.

'Aha! Here it is. Coffee, there are four definitions, wow humans are weird, a. any of various tropical African shrubs or trees of the genus Coffea, especially C. arabica, widely cultivated in the tropics for their seeds that are dried, roasted, and ground to prepare a stimulating aromatic drink, b. the beanlike seeds of this plant, enclosed within a pulpy fruit, c. the beverage prepared from the seeds of this plant, or, d. a moderate brown to dark brown or dark greyish brown. Well I gather that it is a drink because you don't look moderately grey. On the other hand…' started Bra until she was interrupted by Uub.

'Coffee is being pervaded there,' he said pointing towards a small cafeteria called the Coffee Spot.

'Fine, I can see where I'm not needed,' sniffed Bra, closing her search page.

'You just looked that up of the main nexus,' replied Trunks. 'But Uub's right, coffee is there, and maybe I can get some help on this whole thing. I can't find her sent in this stink.'

'Do you think coffee is any good? I mean if you smell like it, I doubt its spectacular,' said Bra walking towards the entrance.

'Remind me why she's here, Uub.'

'She stowed away, Prince Trunks.'

'Knew there was a logical reason,' groaned Trunks as he followed his sister. He couldn't keep looking forever.

To be continued…

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