Power Punching Princess

Pan and Trunks flew to Dende's tower to see how the potion was doing. "It's almost done," said Dende when they asked, "Just give it a few more days."

Pan nodded, "Well, we have to head back to Capsule Corp."

"Busy today?" Dende asked. He noticed that Trunks hadn't said anything since he got there.

Pan smiled, "Yep, Trunks has a date today."

Dende smiled and looked at him, "Really? Who is this lucky lady?" Trunks glared daggers at him that made his spine have chills. "Uh, oops, sorry."

Pan smacked Trunks on the back, "Don't worry, Trunks. He's a real gentleman." That just made him more angry and Pan giggled at his frustration.

They took off to the sky and landed at Capsule Corp. Entering Trunks' room, Pan forced him to the bathroom. She furiously washes his hair that made him yelp out. She then furiously dried his hair with a towel and brought back out of the bathroom. Trunks felt like a rag doll being tossed around. Did every girl go through this?

Pan was starting to brush Trunks' long black hair as she turned on the curling iron. Trunks eyed it.

"Where did you get that?" He looked at up at her and noticed she had her mouth full of bobby pins. "Where'd you get those?"

"You're sister's room," she said as she forced him to look forward. Pan began curling the ends. Trunks was as still as a statue; he'd rather fight against his father than have a hot rod only inches from his head.

And speaking of which, the door opened and both Trunks and Pan looked to see Vegeta staring at them. They blinked at him, and he at them. Then he closed the door and shook his head. His son was doing hair! He walked down the stairs where Bulma was searching through a catalogue. "I have two daughters, but no son," he mumbled. Bulma raised an eyebrow at him and looked up the stairs.

Pan looked down at Trunks, "Everything going to be okay?"

Trunks shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows." She finished doing his hair.

Trunks looked at his watch and sighed. He had no idea who this Jaden guy was or looked like since Pan didn't give him a good description.

"He's some-what tall, and he's got kind of short hair, and he's got these cute blue eyes, or were they green?"

So here he was, just sitting back on the bench, waiting for some guy to recognize him. Damn, he hated everything.

"Yo, Pan." Trunks turned to see a boy with black hair and blue eyes smiling at him. He was wearing jeans with holes and slits in the knees and a black t-shirt that said 'I don't care what you say so shut up' on it. Also he saw that the boy was wearing pink eye shadow and what looked like lipstick. Trunks put on his best fake smile. Was he suppose to be a dude or a chick?

"Hey," Trunks said, trying his best to react like Pan would. "Um, Jaden."

Jaden smiled and walked up to him, "So, do you wanna hit the skating rink or something?"

"Sure," Trunks shrugged his shoulders. Maybe he could pretend to fall and sprain his ankle and have to go home early.

They walked down the sidewalk since emo kid didn't seem to own a car; Trunks wasn't surprised. When they came to the skating rink, Jaden bought the tickets and paid for them to rent skates. Only when they put on the skates, he didn't want to go on the floor.

Trunks watched the people go counter clockwise in a circle. He and Jaden were just standing there, with skates on, doing nothing. He sighed through his nose. Usually when he went to skating rinks, he usually skated in the rink.

"You wanna skate?" Trunks finally asked him.

Jaden shook his head, "I don't want to be with the other people. I want to be my own crowd."

Trunks gave him a confused and dumb look. "Whatever, I'm gonna have fun." He walked out on the floor and started skating by himself. Was it a woman problem? He felt so lonely right now, upset that he was alone.

Dende, I am a chick. He could practically see the Namek nodding his head.

Then a boy skated past and pinched Trunks' butt.

"Ow!" Trunks rubbed the sore spot on his rear, "Dumb kid. I should knock him right on his ass."

But Trunks ignored him and skated again. Then the boy came back around and slapped it. Trunks growled at him as he turned back and smiled at him. Boys are creeps. Did that thought just come through his head?

Getting a little aggravated, Trunks walked back on the floor next to Jaden who was still standing against the wall. "You tired?" he asked.

"Did you not see that boy grab my ass like a hundred times?" Trunks half-yelled at him. "Why didn't you say anything?" If he saw someone pinch Pan's rear, he'd be charged with manslaughter.

Jaden shrugged, "You can take care of yourself."

Trunks gave him a death glare and gripped his fist. "And you call yourself a man," he grumbled. Trunks so wanted to punch this guy square in the face. "Lets just go."

"You not having fun?"

"Does it look like I'm having fun?" He moved over to a table and began entrapping his skates while grumbling.

"I'm sorry you didn't have fun," Jaden 'tried' to apologize.

"Lets just leave." I'm about to have a bitch fit.

When they got their shoes on, they walked out the front where Trunks was greeted by the same boy but now he was with two other ones. They pointed and whistled at him and yelled out perverse words. Gay dumbasses. But when one of them walked right up to them, and started saying things that Trunks was too angry to hear. He tried to ignore the feeling of rage and hatred toward the immature boys, but when one of them happen to do a certain signal to him, he flipped.

The boy who had done the sign saw how angry he got, he turned to his buddy and laughed. Trunks tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned back, Trunks pulled his fist back and let go. The punch hit him square in the nose and jaw and he was lifted off the ground and thrown back a few feet. He just laid there on the ground, moaning.

"Oh my god!" One yelled as they ran over to their friend and picked him up. His nose and mouth were severely bleeding and Trunks had felt a bone crack; he didn't care.

"C'mon, this chick is crazy!" The two of them half-carried, half-dragged their friend away.

"Yeah that's right!" Trunks yelled, "Next time I'll kick all your asses and make you eat your own spleen! How dare you mess with Pan like that! She should kick all your asses!" He turned around, but instead of seeing just Jaden, it was him and two uniformed officers and a squad car. "Oh snap."

"Thanks officer, we'll watch over her," Gohan was doing the death grip on Gohan's shoulder, and if Trunks had ever been afraid of him, it was now. Gohan looked like he would've had a heart attack when the officer dropped him off at the Son residence. Videl looked like she was going to beat him, and probably was.

The officer nodded and Gohan shut the door. "What the hell were you (bleep) thinking?" Trunks winced; he had never, ever heard Gohan swear and it was terrifying. "A damn officer dropped you off because you (bleep) punched a boy! (bleep) Pan! What the hell were you thinking? You can't just get into fights, god(bleep)!" Trunks was now backing into the corner when he saw the vein throbbing in Gohan's forehead. "You're much stronger than others and you know that, so why the hell did you make such a huge mistake? Dende, Pan! Why the hell did you do that!"

"I-I'm sorry, but those boys were being very rude," Trunks defended. He wasn't sure how tell to Gohan that he was being groped. It was ashamed to just think it, let alone, say it.

"You don't go around sucker punching people just because their not nice, Pan."

"No, this one boy kept grabbing my…butt, and it ticked me off. And out in the parking lot he and his buddies were yelling really perverted things at me, and I got mad!" Trunks yelled in defense.

"Boys are pigs, I've told you that many times! You should've just walked away."

"They walked right up to us."

"Us?" That time it was Videl. She looked a lot calmer now.

"Yeah," Trunks told her, "I was out with a boy named Jaden. He's a friend from school."

"And he didn't stand up for you?" Videl now pushed past Gohan to look at her 'daughter'.

"Not a damn thing. He just stood there and said 'I can take care of myself'. So I did." Trunks crossed his arms.

"Still, you shouldn't punch anybody just because their being pricks," said Gohan.

Pan's cocky side started coming out in Trunks. "You would've punched him," he mumbled, but Gohan heard him.

"And why's that?"

"Because he did this!" Trunks showed him the sign and Gohan straightened up and chewed on his lip. Yes, Gohan knew that sign and if he saw anyone do that to his little girl, he would definitely go after them.

Videl's jaw had dropped when Trunks showed them. "Oh no he didn't!" She put a hand on her hip. "You better had knocked that guy out, you should've broken his nose!"

I probably broke more than that. Trunks looked up at her, "So, am I in trouble?"

Gohan sighed. "No, you're not in trouble, but next time think before you act, got that missy?"
"Yes sir," Trunks said.

"Good, now hurry up and go to bed."

Trunks half ran up the stairs and into Pan's room. He got dressed and climbed into bed and that's when someone knocked on his door. "Come in."

Videl poked her head in. "Hey sweetie." She walked over to him. "I just came up here to tuck you in. Your dad is still a little shaken up, so he's down stairs." She fiddled with the edge of the mattress. "Are you feeling all right?"

Trunks nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"Well, you've been acting weird these last couple of weeks." Trunks swallowed and Videl sighed, "Well, never mind. I guess it's a teenager thing. Goodnight." Videl kissed him on the forehead. "My power punching princess." She left and Trunks turned his head and looked in the mirror. Pan stared back at him.