Okay, this one is a bit... Timid Pan from the bullying vignette makes a sort of return, and Bra is... well, Bra. She is Bulma's daughter after all, lol. Basically put, Bra drags Pan to a college party and shit hits the fan when someone gets roofied. Content warning for date rape drugs. No one's getting raped, don't worry.
New AN (6-6-20): I'm making a tentative attempt to finish some of my DBZ fics *cough* Stolen Miracles and Dash of Fluff *cough* but I do have some drabbles that I wrote ages ago that I didn't post because Kami knows why. This is one those drabbles.
"Please," Pan drawled, "explain to me why I decided to come to this party with you?" Her arms folded over her chest, and she raised an inquisitive brow at her bluenette friend, who seemed more interested in the attractive college guys coming in and out of the sorority house. The music was loud and thumping, and the sorority house looked to be packed.
"Because the sorority told me I could bring a plus one, and Marron had a date with Uub tonight." Bra responded, "and it's not like you had anything better to do, since you refuse to tell Trunks how you feel."
The Son blushed pink, "he's dating Kamorra, isn't he?"
"Yes, but it'll never last," Bra shot back, "have you seen them together? Absolutely no chemistry; all they do is fight and, in her case, screw around with other people. You should just slide on in there and-"
"I'm not going to let him cheat on her with me, Blue," Pan rolled her eyes, "then I'd be no better than Ka-whora." She raked a hand through her short brunette locks and stared at her best friend, "well? Are we going in or not? And stop checking out the frat boys before I tell my Uncle."
"There's no harm in going window shopping with no money in your pocket, Pan-chan," Bra responded with a laugh, "just because I'm spoken for doesn't mean I'm not allowed to marvel over the wonders of the male species."
"Hmph," the petite brunette looked suddenly uneasy at the sight of the taller, curvier, fuller young women running in and out of the house, clad in tiny jean shorts and midriff baring tops, "Bra, maybe I should go..."
"Nope, you're not going anywhere," the blue haired heiress grabbed onto her shorter friend's arm as she made to leave, "You promised me you'd come. Don't worry about these sluts; I happen think you're smoking fucking hot and these whores have nothing on you. Now, get in here and strut your stuff."
"Bra," Pan whined, feebly pulling away, "we're only seventeen and eighteen, they probably have alcohol in there."
"We're immune to alcohol-"
"We're not immune, we've never had enough in one sitting to get drunk," the Son corrected, "fast metabolism. Alright, fine... let's do this." She tugged anxiously at the hem of her loose fitting navy blue t-shirt and then shoved her fingerless-gloved hands into her pockets. Bra sighed at her friend and fluffed her cerulean curls before crossing the yard.
(A/N: I made up my own sorority and fraternity names. Bra was invited to this party because this is the college she's decided to attend, and every sorority on campus wants to be able to say that a Briefs pledged to their sorority.)
"That shirt is completely swallowing you," Bra hissed as they made their way up the walk, "this is why you should've let me pick something out for you." Pan didn't get a chance to respond, as they had reached the door, and two of the sorority girls were standing in the doorway, overly gigantic smiles on their faces.
"Bra!" One of them squealed, "you made it! Welcome to Zeta Epsilon Pi House! The guys are from Kappa Phi Mu and Lambda Nu Rho, and our sister sorority, Delta Upsilon Psi, are also present. Zetas are the girls in silver and purple, Deltas are the girls in light green and dark blue, Kappas are the guys in burgundy and black, and Lambdas are the guys in royal blue and grey. Come on in!"
"Um," the other girl eyed Pan, who'd been shrinking into Bra's shadow, "who are you? Don't tell me," she sneered, eyeing Pan's clothing, "you're one of those goody-goody virgins from Iota Beta Tau, aren't you?"
"This is Pan, she's the plus-one you said I could bring," Bra cut in, "and I'd appreciate it if you'd back off and stop being rude to her." Her cerulean eyes narrowed dangerously, and the girl waved her hands in surrender, "my bad."
"Exactly. Your bad. Come on, Pan," Bra gestured to the ajar doorway, "let's head in."
"Okay..." Pan looked very uncomfortable, and her cheeks were a vibrant shade of red. The bluenette sighed, grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her into the house. The temperature rose a few degrees on entry, probably from the multitude of bodies packed into the compact space. Pan's grip on Bra's hand tightened, and the Briefs girl grimaced at her surroundings.
"This is... this just like high school parties, only the alcohol isn't cheap stuff because people are old enough to buy it legally," she drawled, squeezing her brunette friend's hand in response, "maybe we should-"
"Well, hello..." a tall, suave Kappa guy appeared in front of Bra, "you here alone, beautiful?"
You have got to be kidding me... Bra composed her facial features and smiled a razor-thin smile, "nope, I'm here with a friend." Kappa-guy leaned around her, searching for Pan she supposed, and looked back at her, confused, "I don't see this friend of yours. Are they imaginary?" It was then that the bluenette realized that Pan's hand was no longer in her own.
Did she really just leave me with this weirdo like that?
*P*P*P*P*P* (A/N: Enochlophobia: Fear of crowds. Agoraphobia is a blanket term for this and several other phobias, I just wanted to narrow it down.)
Pan's enochlophobia was beginning to kick into high gear, and she found it difficult to breathe as she pushed, as gently as she could manage, through the throng of people, searching for some quiet corner to settle in until her heart stopped trying to leap up her throat. She felt a bit guilty for leaving Bra at the mercy of that random horny frat boy, but... Kami, she just couldn't take crowds of people she didn't know. Her friends and family were different, she knew them, she'd grown up with them, but complete strangers, a hoard of complete strangers wasn't her forte.
Yes! Freedom! A small sitting room just beyond the makeshift bar appeared to be empty, and the short, petite girl scurried the last few feet to reach it, all tension melting out of her when she discovered it was completely empty. The door had been tucked into an alcove, so she figured that was why no rogue party-goers had ventured in.
The Son collapsed onto a sofa, put her head between her knees, and began to count, slowly, back from ten in her head as she breathed deeply. I never should've come to this party...
*B*B*B*B*B*
"Um... no thank you," Bra pushed the drink that Kappa-boy was offering her away, "I'm not thirsty, but thanks for offering." Something in her gut was telling her not to take it and, moreover, she knew better than to accept any drinks offered to her by anyone she didn't know at a party like this.
"Aw, come on, babe," Kappa-guy once again thrust the drink in her direction, "just a sip, I mixed it just for you."
"For the last time, you ignorant prick, I need to go find my friend, now get out of my face," Bra sneered, pushing his hand out of her face and hurrying away into the crowd, "Pan, I'm going to murder you..." She found herself mixed into a throng of half-naked girls and grabby-handed guys and continued on, grimacing in disgust at the hands, lips, and tongues going all over the place.
Pan, where the hell did you go?
*P*P*P*P*P*
Pan was peeking out of the doorway, watching the party roll on in blessed solitude. Everyone who was in the mood to fool around with someone else seemed to be too drunk to find the little sitting room in the alcove, meaning that she was safe for the time being. She could sense Bra's agitated ki somewhere in the throng and felt a slight stab of regret for leaving her on her own.
She knows I don't like crowds... Why couldn't she have taken Marron or something?
At the moment, the nerve-wracked Son was feeling a bit parched and noted that the bar was situated right near her alcove, and she wondered if she could muster up the courage to go over and ask the bartender for a glass of juice or water. Her trek through the stifling hot party was the only reason she was even considering the feat.
Pan heaved a sigh, pulled her shoulders back, and walked over to the bar, timidly keeping her eyes locked on the floor. She sat on one of the mismatched bar stools and looked up just as the bartender, some random Lambda guy, looked her way and smiled. Her cheeks burned hotly and she looked away, embarrassed. The Lambda guy reached out and tapped her arm, "you wanna drink or something?"
"Uh... I... um, do you have any water? Or juice?" Pan inquired, still flushed brilliantly as she forced herself to make eye contact and raise her voice enough to be heard over the pounding music.
"No water, but we do have some fruit juices," the guy's smile widened somewhat, "want anything in particular?"
"Whatever you've got is fine." Pan responded absently, mentally berating herself once more for allowing herself to be dragged into this chaotic cess pool of gyrating, half-naked, drunken bodies.
The Lambda guy grabbed a large tumbler and, upon noticing Pan's lack of attention on him, grabbed what looked like a small salt shaker, filled with thin white powder, and sprinkled a moderate amount into the bottom of the glass. He then poured some club soda and peach juice into it, filling the tumbler to the brim, stirred it a bit, and dropped a few ice cubes into it and added a straw before sliding it across the bar to Pan.
"Here you go, sweet cheeks," the guy smiled wolfishly, "I can keep those coming if you like it." The Son smiled wanly and sucked the straw between her lips, taking a deep swig of the concoction. The sweet succulence of the peach and fizziness of the soda was slightly impeded by a bitter, almost salty strain that almost made her put the glass back down. Fortunately, the peachy goodness more than counteracted it, so she continued to suck down the drink until there was nothing left. The slightly salty taste had only made her thirst worse.
"Want another?" Lambda guy asked cheekily, already preparing a second drink, "I've got it."
"I... uh..." Pan stuttered a bit as a second peach drink appeared in front of her, fizzing away, "uh... thank you."
"No prob." He winked and turned away to serve someone else, smirking wryly to himself.
Once you get that second one under your belt, there'll be no going back...
*B*B*B*B*B* ~15 minutes later~
Bra stumbled upon the makeshift bar after what felt like an eternity of turning down dances and drinks from moderately attractive guys. Moderately because her Goten was so much more attractive than these boys could ever be. She spotted a small head of brunette hair on the far end of the table and hurried towards it, hoping that it was the small brunette she was looking for.
"Hey, girly," she grasped the girl's shoulder, "way to abandon me in the middle of... Pan?" Pan looked at her best friend with dull, glazed eyes and groaned softly, her body slumping forwards. Bra grabbed her before she could fall to the floor, barely holding her up, "Panny, honey, what the hell happened?" Her crystalline blue eyes fell on a half-empty glass of pale orange liquid and, upon further inspection, a very small amount of white substance at the bottom of the tumbler.
"Dear Kami," the bluenette murmured, holding on to her friend tighter, "come on, Pan-chan, we need to get you out of here."
"Braaa..." Pan slurred a bit, "I don' feel so good... I'm super hot. Why's it so hot in here?"
"I don't know, sweetie, but we need to go..."
*meanwhile*
"Hey Videl, this is Bulma," Bulma's cheery voice carried through the receiver, "I was calling to see if Bra was still planning on spending the night to do homework with Pan tonight. Her backpack is here in her room..."
"Hi Bulma," Videl responded, clear confusion in her voice, "Pan told me she was spending the night at Capsule Corp to do homework with Bra..." Across the dinner table from her, Gohan dropped his fork and swallowed the large mouthful of food in his mouth, interest piqued by the conversation he was overhearing with his saiyan hearing. Icarus, their nineteen year-old son, and Chiara, their fifteen year-old daughter, raised a brow at this information.
"Neither of them are here, Videl, I've had Vegeta and Trunks check everywhere."
"They aren't here either," the wife of Gohan locked gazes with her husband, whose face suddenly looked thunderous, "do you have any idea where they might be?"
"No, I don't..." Bulma's voice was filled with worry, and Gohan jumped up from his seat, "Icarus, come on, we're going out to look for them." Icarus reluctantly wiped his mouth on his napkin and stood up, following his dad out of the house.
"Gohan and Icarus just left to go look for them, and I think Goten just left with them from next door," Videl focused her ki to sense the three men out, "yes, all three of them are going to go look for Pan and Bra."
"Vegeta and Trunks just left too," Bulma responded shakily, "it's almost midnight... where could they possibly be?"
"I don't know, but I know they're going to be in some trouble when they do turn up."
"Touche."
*B*B*B*B*B*
"Come on, Panny, just get in the car," Bra held the passenger door of her air car open with her foot and was carefully easing Pan into the car, "we need to get back to West City so we can figure out what to do about this." Pan mumbled something, her head lolled on her shoulders, and her knees began to give. Her friend carefully positioned her so that when her knees gave, she ended up plopping in the passenger seat.
"It's too hot," the Son whimpered, reaching up to claw clumsily at the neckline of her blue shirt. Bra grasped her hands gently, "honey, no, you can't take your clothes off." She pushed Pan's legs into the car and pressed the back of her hand against her cheek, flinching at the heat radiating from her skin. An alarm at the back of her head went off, and her eyes shot up to the night sky fearfully.
Daddy's coming... and so is Gohan, Icarus, Goten, and Trunks... If Gohan sees Pan like this, he's going to flip!
Bra hurriedly buckled Pan's seatbelt, shut the door, and hurried around to the other side of the car to get in. She knew all too well that there'd be no getting away from their angry families, but the least she could do was get away from the possibly prying ears of the sorority house and find some place without ears. She remembered that there was a small park not too far from the campus and started the car.
*G*G*G*G*G*
Gohan was on edge as the group of five, six now with his father hurrying to catch from behind, flew to Silver Star City, where Bra's ki was located. The fact that Pan's ki wasn't popping up in his senses was making him incredibly tense.
"Dad," Icarus spoke up, "calm down, you're making sparks."
The Son breathed a heavy sigh and unclenched his fists. The sparks of golden ki that were dancing off of his body ceased, and he returned his focus to searching for his daughter. Just ahead of him, he saw Vegeta begin to descend, and realized that they had reached Silver Star City. Trunks, Goten, and Icarus followed his example, leaving Gohan to take up the rear. Goku IT'd in and followed the other five men down to the ground of what looked like a moderately sized park.
Icarus spotted Bra's cherry red air car in the parking lot of the park, and the bluenette herself was leaning into the passenger door of the car, over a smaller, more petite form. Her gaze snapped up as the six males approached, and she scurried around the car to plant herself in front of it, conveniently blocking Pan from view.
"Girl," Vegeta snapped, "why did you feel the need to lie to your mother?"
"Because I knew if I told her where I was going, she'd say no." Bra responded firmly, and then looked over at Gohan, "please, don't be too hard on Pan, I made her come with me even though she really didn't want to go."
"Go where?" Icarus asked curiously, "don't tell me you dragged her to a party, Blue, you know she hates crowds..."
Bra's gaze dropped down to her toes, "I know, I'm an idiot, and now... Okay, I made her come to this college party at this sorority house at the college I'm going to. They wanted me to pledge to them, and I thought there'd be no harm in coming, and they told me that I could bring a plus-one, Marron had a date, so I broke Pan down and made her come with me. We got separated when we got there, and someone... someone drugged Pan."
Icarus took a deep breath to keep his protective instincts at bay, and was pleasantly surprised that Trunks was the one to speak up. The lavender haired royal looked livid, "She was drugged?" Gohan pinched the bridge of his nose, "did anyone... take advantage of her, Bra?"
"I... I can't really answer that," the bluenette flinched, "when I got to her, she was already out of it and I saw the drink with the crap in it sitting in front of her, so I don't think so."
"Bra..." Pan's slurred, plaintive mewl caught everyone's attention, and all eyes turned to the ajar passenger side door as Pan fidgeted and reached up to tear at her top in earnest. Bra hurried back to her friend's side and pulled her hands away from her clothing, murmuring soft comforts. The petite Son wouldn't hear any of it, and tears began to trickle down her flushed, red cheeks as she squirmed, intermingling with a thin layer of sweat.
Icarus hurried over to the car and knelt down next to Bra, reaching out to take one of his younger sister's hands lovingly, "Hey, Pan-chan, it's okay, don't cry." Her little palms were clammy with sweat and uncomfortably warm.
"Icky-kun," Pan gazed at him blearily, "it's so hot..."
"I know, Panny, I know," Icarus looked at his father, who appeared to be silently seething, "Dad, we need to get her home."
"No, you should bring her in to the clinic at Capsule Corp," Trunks walked over the small group, "it's better to be safe than sorry. We don't know how much of that crap she has in her system."
"Kami, Panny, I'm so sorry," Bra whispered tearfully, brushing her thumb over her friend's sweaty, tear-coated cheek, "I should've just let you go home when you wanted to go."
Icarus gently extricated Pan from the car and cradled her against his chest. The excess heat emanating from her small form was bleeding through his clothing, and he could already feel sweat beginning to build up. Gohan approached his two children and brushed his hand over Pan's cheek, flinching a bit at her feverish cheeks.
"Come on, Dad," Icarus murmured, "let's take her to Capsule Corp. Do you want to carry her?" The protective big brother looked extremely reluctant to relinquish his hold on his younger sibling, but he would deal with it if his father wanted to take her.
"You've got her, Icarus," Gohan smiled wanly, his eyes focused on Pan's face as she wept and whined in what seemed like some sort of half-conscious state of delirium, "hang in there, Princess, we'll get you feeling better soon enough."
*At CC*
"There's nothing we can do now that the drug has settled into her bloodstream," Dr. Cooke said reluctantly to the two worried parents before her, "we have to let the GHB run its course and keep an eye on her to make sure nothing else goes amiss."
"How long is that going to take?" Videl, who was settled on the edge of Pan's bed, holding her hand, inquired. The doctor furrowed her brow, "if I knew what amount of GHB she ingested, I'd be able to give you a rough estimate, but I haven't the slightest clue." She gazed at Pan solemnly, "the fever won't be much of an issue. It's normal for the body's temperature to rise when sexually aroused, which is caused by the GHB. The fever will help the drug burn out of her system faster, which makes it a good thing."
At the sight of Gohan's grimace, Dr. Cooke smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Son, I know you probably don't want to think of your daughter participating in that sort of thing just yet. Speaking of which, I've already checked for that sort of thing and she's perfectly clean. No one got to take advantage of the poor thing, thank Kami. Alright, I'll take my leave and let you guys have some time with her."
Gohan breathed a relieved sigh and kissed the top of Pan's head lovingly, "thank Dende, she's going to be alright." Videl caressed her daughter's cheek affectionately, smoothing out the sleep-addled wrinkles in her brow with her thumb, "I can't believe she and Bra were at a college party... I'm glad she's sleeping now, it hurt so much to hear her cry." Her periwinkle eyes glistened with tears.
"Vi," Gohan whispered, reaching out to cup her cheek, "it's going to be okay. Don't worry."
"I know, I know, but I just keep thinking about what could've happened if some boy had gotten his hands on our little girl and I can't make it stop popping back into my head," she whispered hoarsely, "Gohan, I don't know what I'd do if Bra hadn't found her when she did. I'm angry that she was even at that party at all, but does it really matter? This should be more than enough of a lesson for both her and Bra."
"Hey, Mom, Dad," Icarus peeked into the recovery, "how's she doing?"
Both parents looked up and smiled wanly as their eldest child entered the room, accompanied by their youngest child, and daughter, Chiara. The petite girl hurried over to her sister's bedside and touched her cheek, "Pan-chan..." she looked up at her mother with teary hazel eyes, and Videl wrapped her arms around her at once, pressing her face into Chiara's hair.
*meanwhile*
"Young lady, you are so incredibly lucky that you found Panny when you did." Bulma's voice was scarily soft, "if something had happened between you finding her and her drinking that drink, you'd be in such a mess. Look, baby," she paused at the sight of tears in her daughter's eyes, "I'm sorry for going on the whole guilt trip thing with you, but honey, you have to know that things could've ended up much worse. You've got a good head on your shoulders, please don't use it to make bad decisions like this one anymore."
"Mom, I'm so sorry," Bra whispered sadly, "Pan told me that she wanted to go home, but I made her stay... This is all my fault. I knew she doesn't like to fight me on stuff, so I knew she wouldn't leave if I begged her to stay. I'm such a selfish bitch."
"Love, you just wanted her to have fun with you, that's all," the older bluenette soothed, "I'm not saying you were right to manipulate her like that, but you weren't trying to be malicious. You know you're grounded, though, right?"
"Yes ma'am," the saiyan Princess wiped her eyes carefully, "I know."
"Thank Kami you're not like those horrible teenagers that are in movies and crap," Bulma said with a weak laugh, "I think I'd have lost it by now if you were."
*the next day*
Pan woke up groggily to a pounding headache that felt like someone was crushing her skull, scooping her brain out, and playing racquetball with it. She gave a pained moan and reached up to press a hand to her forehead, only to stop short as something sharp pulled at the back of her right hand. Upon blinking the blurriness away from her gaze, she found an IV port taped to the back of her right hand, running up to a bag filled with clear fluid.
"Panny?" a soft alto voice murmured, "Panny, you're awake!" Chiara threw herself onto her older sister's torso, hugging her tightly. Pan laughed lightly and hugged her sister tightly, "hey, Chi-chan, what's going on?"
"You went to a college party with Bra last night and got yourself drugged," Icarus entered the room, "hey, little sister." Pan blinked owlishly at her older brother, "I did? I'm sorry, but last night is a huge blank that I can't even remember."
"Mom and Dad were so worried," Chiara whispered, "Aunt Bulma got them to sleep in a guest room in the CC living quarters an hour before you woke up; they stayed up all night waiting for you to come out of it."
"Bra got grounded and, once you get out of here, you're probably going to be grounded too." the eldest Satan-Son child shrugged his shoulders in response to Pan's questioning gaze, "you went to the party, so it sort of makes sense."
"I remember not wanting to go but she made me go with her anyway," Pan muttered, "I should've said no..." Chiara cuddled into her sister's neck, and she dropped a kiss on top of her head.
"I'm glad you're okay, Pan-chan." The youngest sibling murmured joyfully, and Icarus settled in the chair next to Pan's bed, content to watch over his two little sisters in peaceful quiet.
*later on*
Pan looked up from her lunch of soup, breadsticks, salad, and tea as the door to her hospital room swung open. At the moment, her parents and siblings were in the room with her.
Bra entered the room hesitantly, dressed down in a pair of grey sweats, a loose white jumper, and some canvas shoes. Her blue hair was combed back in a messy pony, and her face was devoid of makeup and puffy with her tears.
"Bra," Pan greeted her softly, and her mother barely moved her tray out of the way before her arms were filled with her crying best friend, "uh… sweetie, it's okay. I'm not mad."
"No, it's not okay," Bra pulled away from Pan's neck to look into her brown eyes, "what I hadn't found you and the prick that gave you that shit actually managed to get you into a bedroom or a back alley or…"
"But you did find me, Bra," Pan responded, "and I'm happy that you did. I don't think this conversation would be nearly as pleasant if you hadn't. I'm not mad, I love you and I forgive you for dragging me to that ridiculous party."
"Kami," the bluenette continued to hug her friend tightly, "I'm still mad at myself for making you come with me. You scared the hell out of me last night."
The Son nuzzled the top of her friend's head, "well, that's between you and yourself, hun. I'm not mad. Just… maybe next time there's a big party, you just leave me out of it?"
I don't like the ending but this is the way I left it the last time I messed with it and I just wanted to leave it as is. Hope you enjoyed the read.
*~*CloudSpires1295*~*