Chapter 2
Pan Be Ready-for Prince Trunks!
"Who are you?" one snarled.
"Son Pan," she answered.
"Son?" the other snickered. "Isn't that the saiyan who's good with technology?"
Pan's cheeks flushed-she knew that saiyans weren't supposed to be known for their technological skill.
"What were you doing on royal grounds?" the first one asked.
"I… didn't know I was on royal grounds," Pan answered truthfully.
"Sure you didn't," the second guard said sarcastically. She glared at him but said nothing.
"Let's see what Prince Trunks thinks about it," the first one, the more serious of the two, said.
The other walked up to her, smirking. He picked up the material of her shirt between his white-gloved fingers. "Where's your dress?" he sneered.
"Don't need one," she growled in response. She smirked. "Can't train in a dress."
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Prince Trunks sat on his throne, bored as usual. As he saw two soldiers carrying someone his way, his curiosity was peaked. He took his head off of his hand and managed to hide his interest.
"Prince," they said, bowing low. Their captive, a female, bowed with them, to his amusement.
He smirked, seeing the captive's angry glare. He nodded for them to stand. "What's this about?" he demanded.
"She was found training on royal grounds, sir," one said with a smirk.
Trunks found this amusing. "Really?" he said, drawing out the word.
Instead of blushing, like Trunks thought she was going to do, she glowered at him. "Yes, I was."
Trunks glared back at her, not liking being glared at by a low-class female saiyan at all. Surprisingly, her glare didn't falter.
"Well sir, what should we do with her?" the other soldier asked.
Prince Trunks was about to send her to the dungeon like he did with the others, but her challenging demeanor amused him. "Who is she?"
"Son Pan," a soldier answered.
Trunks chuckled. "Son? Son Gohan, I presume. If you're as good at fighting as your father is at programming, consider yourself the new commander."
"Looks like I'll be reporting to you soon, then," she said with a smirk and a swish of her tail.
Trunks was tempted even more now to send her to the dungeons and be done with her, but for one reason or another he didn't. "Put her in one of the questioning rooms. Inform her father; I'll think about her punishment."
The two soldiers were shocked-Prince Trunks never thought about punishments.
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Pan was once again thrown roughly into a cold dark room.
"You're lucky," the first one said. "Prince Trunks went easy on you because you're a girl."
That angered her, her power level sliding up a few notches. Heatedly she answered, "Whatever."
The two soldiers chuckled, and with a metal clank of the door they were gone, leaving Pan alone.
Not that she minded. She sighed heavily as she sat down, leaning against the wall. "What is Tousan going to say when he hears about this?" she asked herself. She knew one thing-he wasn't going to like it one bit.
Her mind drifted off to Trunks. "Why was I spared?" she asked no one, her voiced echoing on the cold, uninviting stone walls, but her question remained unanswered.
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"She WHAT?!?" Gohan roared, his arms flailing as he toppled over his chair.
"She's been taken into the Royal House of Vegeta's custody, sir," the soldier said. "Her punishment is undecided, and our magnificent Prince Trunks has allowed this time for you to come and see her."
Gohan managed to stand up, rubbing his battered head. "What was she taken in for?"
"Training on royal grounds, sir."
Gohan froze. "TRAINING?!?!?!?"
The soldier chuckled slightly. "I thought I'd never see the day."
"Me either," Gohan mumbled. How in the world did his daughter get into this mess? And more importantly, how was he going to get her out?
Author's Note: How IS Pan going to get out? I would like to know that too… Sorry the chapter's so short, but I'll update real soon, so don't worry. Remember- Review, please!!