Chapter 2 - How It Is
The next morning, After a terrible sleep, Pan was sitting in the kitchen, Drinking coffee and eating toast.
Bulma walked in scratching her head and arching her back.
"Wow, Looks like someone slept worse than me" Pan sniggered in her head.
"Pan sweetie, You didn't happen to come into my lab last night and move something from my desk did you?" Bulma asked skeptically
"Eh no, You kidding me, I wouldn't go anywhere near your weird gizmos". She scoffed "No offence".
Bulma laughed " None taken and I figured as much".
"Anyway, Why?"
"Its just I must have fallen asleep while working on it and now I can't find it".
"What, Exactly?" Pan asked curiously while taking another bite of her toast.
"Well I was getting so sick of Veggie and …."
"Morning Mom". Trunks cut her off.
Bulma was in a stunned silence.
"What?, Why are you looking at me like that?". He asked.
Pan hearing the unfamiliar voice turned around.
She saw a small Purple haired boy, Wearing a shirt 3 sizes too big for him with a very familiar irritated look on his face.
"What the hell?, Is that Trunks?"
Bulma, Who still had the same dumbfounded look on her, said nothing.
"Yeah, I'm Trunks, And who the hell are you?" He asked anger sketched all over his face.
"What?" Pan exclaimed
"Ooh, Oh no". Bulma said slowly
"What?" Pan said again this time turning her attention to Bulma.
"Trunks must have been the one that moved my invention last night".
"and?". Pan said becoming more irritated not knowing what was going on.
"Well I was sick of Veggie always looking younger than me, So I was trying to invent a way to look younger, But I hadn't worked out all the kinks yet".
"And now THIS has happened". She exclaimed pointing at the so called Trunks. "What the hell did you do?" Pan yelled.
"I didn't do anything, He must have done something to activate it". Bulma retorted.
She turned her attention to Trunks.
"Trunks, Sweetie" She said in an overly affectionate motherly tone "Did you touch anything in mommys lab last night?"
"What?, But I'm not allowed in the lab" He said confused, Then suddenly perking up "Unless I am now".
"What the hell?" Said Pan becoming more and more confused by the second.
"He can't remember". Bulma stated for Pan then turned her attention back to her son.
"Trunks, What age are you?"
"Shut up Mom, You know I'm eight".
Later everyone was gathered in the living room, Staring at the strange addition to the room.
"So whats happened is, Trunks has somehow become eight years old again and has none of his memories behind that point, Any questions?"
Bulma explained
Trunks, who was now wearing some of his old clothes that Bulma had kept, Raised his hand "Emm yeah, Why are you acting so weird?"
Everyone just continued to gawk at him.
Vegeta stood up "Nope, Not dealing with it". And left the room.
Bulma glared after him "Well no surprise there".
"I'm with dad on this one, Its just too weird, to have to babysit my older brother".
"Excuse me, But who the hell are you?" Trunks asked Bulla.
"See, Weird, I'm out, I have plans with Goten anyways". She shrugged before turning to leave.
"Why are you hanging out with Goten?, Your all old". Trunks said face full of disgust.
"Cause he's my boyfriend you little rat". Bulla hissed.
"Eww".
"Okay, Yeah, I'm definitely out of here" She stated angrily before leaving.
"Bulla come on, Please". Bulma practically begged as she watched her youngest storm off.
"So What now?" Pan asked Bulma.
A huge sweet smile suddenly appeared on Bulmas face.
Pan knew what she was thinking.
"Oh no, There is no way". She stated firmly.
"Please Pan, I have to try and figure out a way to fix this, Until then I need someone to watch him".
"Oh hell no". Trunks jumped in "I don't wanna be babysat by some stranger".
"I agree with short stuff over there, Its way too bizarre Bulma, I can't".
"Please Pan, Your my only hope at a chance of fixing this, Don't you want the old Trunks back". Bulma pleaded, Now grasping at straws.
"Not particularly" She scoffed, Then sighed before giving up, Knowing there was no way out of this "Fine, But you better move your brain box and figure this one out".
"Oh thank you so much Pan, I'll try my best to be quick" She said before running off to her lab.
Leaving Pan alone with the eight year old abomination that was Trunks.
She slowly and cautiously turned her attention back to him, Still completely uneasy.
He looked at her curiously as she stepped slowly towards the couch and sat next to him, Never removing her eyes from him.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Nothing its just..". She sighed feeling that the situation had already be described as weird plenty of times today "Nothing, Never mind".
"Okay" He said "Now would you mind telling me who the hell you are?"
"What?" Pan said yet again, Getting sick of saying that today.
"Who are you?, And why is my mom so nice to you?" He asked suspiciously
"I'm Pan, You know, PAN". She said her name slowly to emphasis it.
"No, I don't know, PAN" He said her name the way she had only in more of a mocking tone "Who are you and how do you know me?"
Pan laughed to herself" Trunks when was your birthday?" She asked calmly, Starting to wrap her head around the situation.
"April 3rd"
"No I mean how long ago was it?"
"Wow you must be really stupid if you can't figure that out for yourself". He snorted
"Just answer the question". She snapped
"2 months ago".
"Okay this is starting to make sense, I was born when you were eight, In October, So to you I won't be born for another 4 months".
"And what part of that was supposed to make sense?"
"Trust me, It makes sense, Anyway like I said, I'm Pan".
"So what are you like my girlfriend or something?" He said with slight repugnance.
"WHAT?" Pan found herself asking yet again.
"Well if its like my mom said and I'm supposed to be all old and junk, and Goten's going out with that older chick, Then I guess older me must have a girlfriend too, Kinda thought I could do better than you though". He scoffed
"Okay first off, You can't do better than me, Secondly, I am NOT your girlfriend, Like I would ever date Trunks".
"Hay, Whats wrong with dating Trunks?"
"You did not just refer to yourself in third person". Pan mocked.
"No, I wasn't talking about me, I was talking about older me, Thats not third person".
"Wow, Didn't know Trunks had something smart other than his mouth" Pan grinned.
"I say pretty clever things when I get older huh?" He smiled, Full of himself.
"You say pretty smart ass things when your older". Pan countered.
"Isn't that the same thing". He smirked.
"Oh God, You had that same smirk when you were eight, That is so messed up". Pan grimaced.
"What do you mean "Same" smirk?" He asked slightly confused.
"Nothing its just whenever you say something arrogant or perverted to me you always get that stupid smirk on your face".
"So I'm around you a lot huh?, Are we friends?"
Pan found herself having to think.
"Eh, I guess we are, Kinda, Mostly we just bug the crap outta each other".
"Why would we do that?"
"I dunno, Cause you find it fun" She shrugged.
"Do you find it fun?"
"Sometimes Its funny, But not exactly my idea of fun".
"Then why do you do it?"
"Cause thats just the way we've always been, Now would you shut up and stop asking me so many questions, Its annoying to have to explain your history to a person you shared it with".
"So we have history?"
Pan sighed, Yet again giving in to a member of the Briefs family.
"Yeah, In the same way that anything has a history, We're aware of each other existence, I guess thats the best way to put it".
"If we're only aware of each others existence then why do we annoy each other?" He continued with his relentless questioning.
"Cause for some reason you enjoy seeking me out, And pissing me off, Kinda like what your doing now actually".
"Why would I do that?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Pan yelled.
"Alright geez, Calm down I was only asking" He scoffed.
"Well I guess that is a refreshing thing about older you, He doesn't talk as much".
"What do you mean?" Trunks asked, still curious about his future self.
"I mean your all over me with the questions, Mostly Trunks is just all over me" She sniggered.
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing" Pan quickly reacted.
"No, What do you mean?"
Pan tried to think of a way out of her verbal slip.
"Has your mommy taught you about the birds and the bees yet?" She said in a very sweet condescending tone.
'If you mean, Do I know what sex is, Yes" He stated blankly.
"Okay then" She said unconfidently, now realising she had dug herself an even bigger hole that the eight year old and his unrelenting questions wouldn't let her get out of easily.
"Do you know the main reasons for sex?"
"Fundamentally its for reproductive purposes but some people have sex casually for the objective of pleasure". He stated.
Pan just gawked at him.
"I'm eight, Not stupid, I can pick up a book" He said blankly, feeling she had greatly underestimated him.
"Eh okay then, Well older you uses it for the latter".
"So we have sex?"
"Dear God, No!" She snapped quickly.
"But you just said…"
"Yeah I know, What I meant was, Older you is what I like to call a "man whore" ".
"So…?"
"So he has sex a lot, And therefor thinks he can get it from anyone cause he's so hot".
"You think I'm hot" Trunks smirked, Kind of liking that girls took an interest in him.
Seeing the look on his face, Pan knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Okay, I'm gonna teach you a very valuable lesson" She said putting her arm around his shoulder, Now feeling oddly comfortable around him
"It doesn't matter how hot you are on the outside, If your an arrogant pompous asshole on the inside no one will ever like you" She stated
"It also doesn't help that your probably riddled with disease". She thought out loud
"What?"
"What?" She said, again trying to cover her mistake, How did this kid keep getting her to slip up like that.
"No you said something".
"Yeah, don't be an asshole Trunks".
"Okay, just so I've got this straight, Your my not girlfriend who I try and have sex with, bug the crap out of and am apparently all over, And you think I'm an annoying, pompous, arrogant, disease riddled, smart ass asshole of a man whore, about right?"
"That seems about right" She agreed.
"Huh, Kay" He shrugged.
They sat in strangely comfortable silence after that.
Pan read a book, While Trunks sat bored, Until a thought entered his head.
"Wait, You said I don't know you yet, And that your not born for another 4 months".
"Yeah, So". Pan said flatly, Irritated that he somehow had more questions.
"So do I know you when your born?"
"Yeah, I'm Gohan and Videls daughter".
"Oh okay". He smiled.
She smiled back happy that he was satisfied with her straight forward answer.
"Wait".
No such luck.
"That means, Your a saiyan". He grinned.
"Yeah". She shrugged
"Thats awesome!" He exclaimed
"Okay, Why is that so awesome?"
"Cause that means we can go spar instead of sitting in here". He said jumping up off the couch and turning super.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Slow down little man, We're not gonna spar".
"Oh come on just turn super and lets go".
"No".
"Why not?"
"Because I said no, okay!" Pan yelled harshly
He quickly powered down with a look of disappointment on his face "Okay geez, It was just an idea, You don't have to yell"
"Well you don't have to be so persistent when I say no, I'm sick of it".
"I just wanted to see what it would be like to spar with you is all, I'v never sparred with a girl before"
"Well good, You shouldn't be sparring with little girls anyway, And besides me and you spar all the time when you grow up"
"Really?"
"Yup"
"Let me guess, I kick your ass and thats why you don't wanna fight me, right?"
"Wrong, I'v kicked your ass on more than one occasion, Which I think is pretty impressive".
"Why cause your a girl, Or cause I'm so super strong".
"No" She was hesitant to tell him "Cause I can't turn super".
"You can't?"
"No".
"That must suck".
"Not really"
"Is it cause your a girl".
"No, Geez whats with you and the gender bias" She snapped
"So are you just really weak?"
"You know what, I'm not gonna get into this you". She huffed turning her attention back to her book "God, Its like reliving yesterday".
"What?"
"Nothing"
"Come on I heard you, Reliving yesterday, What do you mean?"
"Nothing its just I had this exact argument with you yesterday is all".
"Oh wow, Cool"
"No its not cool, You were an ass then and your an ass now".
"You don't have to be so mean Panny"
"No your being mean, Constantly pointing out my faults and…..What did you just call me?"
"What?"
"You just called me Panny, How come?"
To this day Trunks was the only one who called her Panny, Not even her family did, She figured they might have tried when she was a little girl and got a frown for their trouble, Pan didn't like being spoken down to, Even at a young age, But when it came from Trunks, It was always followed by a mischievous almost childlike grin and she could never hold it against him.
Over time she had just gotten used to it, But when the opportunity presented itself for her to find out its origin she couldn't help but ask.
"I dunno, Just felt right I guess" He shrugged.
"Huh" She smiled.
"And I wasn't being mean, When I'm training if I know about a weakness I have, I focus on it until its not a weakness anymore, I guess I just thought that if I pointed out your weakness you could do the same thing".
"Oh, Sorry" Pan suddenly felt very guilty, and not just for yelling at him just now, She never thought that Trunks teasing could be him trying to help her.
"Listen I'm still not gonna spar with you, I'm not gonna beat up on a kid"
"Oh please like you could.."
"If I can beat up 26 year old you, Then I can definitely beat up 8 year old you, Kay". She cut him off " But I get your point, Your bored, wanna play video games or something?"
"Eh yeah". He said as if it was a stupid question.