Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
A/N: So now, the story gets interesting... I'm glad I finally get to write it after such a long time. I'm actually winging this as I go. I have important key points down and know exactly when they'll happen... but the filling in... that's winged... I hope I'm good at bs-ing!!
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When we last left off...
"What's your name?" Trunks' asked softly moving her bangs out of her face.
"Pan..." She responded slowly lifting her hand to hold her head but only managed to get it up halfway before having it fall back down.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Trunks." He told her carrying her as he stood up.
"Trunks..." She breathed out before passing out.
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She shifted positions as she pulled the bed sheets closer to her face. It was a very comfortable bed, not too hard, not too soft, right amount of blankets, soft pillow. She was very comfortable indeed, just like back on the spaceship. With that thought, she sat up alarmed. If she wasn't on the spaceship or pod, where was she? She looked around at the earth toned room and took in her surroundings. A computer and desk on the far wall, a, what looked like a dresser on the opposite wall, two mirror doors, most likely there's something behind them, and two bedside dressers on either side of her. A large window covered with thick curtains graced the wall opposite to her. If her guess was right, she crash landed on Earth.
"My mission, I have to focus on my mission. Freeza said there were abundant raw materials here. He wasn't specific on which materials those were. I'll have to scan the planet and list them. Next, inhabitants. I'm obviously not in a prison so they are not violent." As she said that, a fuzzy picture of a blue eyed, purple haired man crossed her mind. The one called... Trunks. She wondered where he was and got up to find him.
Getting up from her bed she noticed her attire. "I definitely was not wearing this." The pink sleeping shirt hugged her curves but loosened up around whatever it covered of her thighs. Slits rose to the top of her legs giving quite the revealing image. She was barefooted but that wasn't a problem. She moved her bangs back from her face as she walked up to the door not knowing how to open it. "Where's the code pad?" She ran her hands over the door and walls not able to find this code pad. Her stomach began doing flips as her fear began an all out adrenaline rush.
As she began to form a ki ball on her hand, the knob turned and the door opened towards her almost hitting her. She jumped back out of the way before being smashed by it. A blue haired older woman stuck her head in and smiled at her. She made her way inside and put her hands on her hips.
"I see you're awake now. It's about time you know." She walked over to the window and opened the curtains revealing a setting sunset. Pan brought her arm up to shield her eyes from the sun's light. "You've been out almost 24 hours. I was beginning to worry that your concussion was worse than I expected. Plus, my son would have needed to sleep in the guest room again. Oh, and by the way, my name is Bulma"
Pan eyed this 'Bulma' woman curiously. She had seen blue men, green men, yellow aliens, blobs of fat that moved, but never had she seen a creature that looked like her with blue or purple hair. Of course, she had never seen a human before. "Do all humans have... odd colored hair?" She asked curiously.
Bulma turned surprised at her blunt question. "You're not from this planet are you? And well, different individuals have different colored hair, mostly black, brown, and blonde, a yellowish color." Pan nodded in understandment and walked over to the window. She saw many buildings of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Little mobile pods raced on black concrete or something that looked like that.
"Where are you from?" Bulma asked making the bed. Pan turned to face her and decided to be a bit honest. If they don't like it, I'll just destroy them.
"I grew up on a spaceship." She asked walking up to the desk containing the computer. It was definitely a different computer from the one she was used to. Maybe it wasn't a computer after all and only looked like one.
"Interesting. So, what brings you to Earth?" Bulma asked sitting down on the now made bed.
Pan picked up a frame and looked at the picture. She saw the one called Trunks and another person. Short dark hair, tall, and somehow familiar. "My coordinates was actually another planet." She paused and though of a planet nearby to throw them off her real mission. "I believe it's the one called Venus."
Bulma looked surprised at her answer. "Venus is a moving greenhouse. So hot it would melt whatever you were traveling in. Unless you were there to study its contents from its atmosphere, what did you want from there?"
Pan was completely surprised at Bulma's wisdom. She decided to test her a bit more. "The sulfuric acid and carbon dioxide on Venus' atmosphere is being studied by our scientists. We also believe there's oceans of sulfuric acid and water on Venus."
Bulma nodded at her answer. "Interesting hypothesis although it's half wrong. Since Venus' temperatures are too high, the water evaporates into the atmosphere leaving only the sulfuric acid. But I'm guessing you already knew that." Pan couldn't help but smirk at Bulma leaving Bulma returning her smirk with one of hers. "You were testing me weren't you?" Bulma stood up and picked up a dirty pair of pants checking the pockets before throwing it in the dirty laundry hamper.
Pan smiled and put the frame down. "I was curious. Your knowledge is definitely admirable."
Bulma started walking towards the hamper with a big smile plastered on her face. "So what are you, err, species wise?"
Pan looked out the window and noticed the stars that began shining in the dimming light. She remembered her nana's words. You're not full sayian blooded but only half. The other half is human which are the creatures that inhabit this planet. She didn't know though. There was no possible way that a sayian could breed with a human. If I pretend like I'm of their species only, then I won't alarm them "I'm... I don't know what I am."
Bulma stood stunned. How could she not know what species she is? "No one ever told you? Don't you have parents or family members? You look awfully human to me."
"I was an orphan from birth. My Lord told me that the planet that I came from was destroyed by a great asteroid and only I made it out alive." Pan sat down on the bed sadly and looked down.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry to hear that. I..."
"Hey mom! I'm home!" A voice called out.
Bulma turned towards the voice and smiled. "Well, my son's home. I'll go attempt to make dinner now. The shower's in there." Bulma pointed at a door. "I'll have my daughter lend you some clothes and first thing tomorrow, we'll take you shopping for some of your own."
Pan blushed a bit and smiled. "Thank you." She had never experienced niceness before. It was always 'give her what she wants or she'll kill you'. It was a nice change for once.
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Pan stepped into the bathroom and recognized certain things about it. A toilet, a sink, and a tub similar to her own bathroom back on the spaceship. She undressed and stepped into the shower turning on the cold knob. She preferred cold showers over hot ones. Freeza always said it was because she was hot blooded and not cold blooded like the rest of the crew.
After a few minutes of cleaning up, Pan wrapped a towel around her body holding it in place with one hand. It was a small white towel but it covered all privates. She walked out of the bathroom and saw someone on the desk looking at a large flat screen filled with numbers and words.
She tried to quietly walk back to the bathroom but tripped over shoes and fell on her butt letting an "oof" escape her mouth. The person turned around startled and got up to walk towards her. "Here let me help you." He extended his hand out to her. Pan gripped the towel with one and as she took hold his hand with the other one.
She blushed a bit and looked down. "Thank you and I'm sorry for startling you. I wasn't expecting anyone here." She rubbed her nose and smiled.
"It's fine, Pan. Oh, mom left these clothes for you. She said that you might like them." He picked the clothes up and handed them to her. Pan took them and looked at him suspiciously.
"How do you know my name?" She tilted her head to one side and her bangs fell in front of her face.
"I was the one who found you last night. I asked your name and you said Pan." He shrugged before going back to the desk chair.
"So you're the one named Trunks?" Pan asked looking at the bangs cross eyed and blew at them hoping to move them out of the way.
"Yep, nice to meet you, again. Have you gotten out since you woke up?" He asked taking off his glasses and placing them next to the keyboard.
"No." She replied finally sacrificing holding her towel with her hand to move her bangs out of them way. Before the towel fell, she caught it covering her breasts but revealing from her leg to the side of her stomach.
Trunks chuckled and looked away. "Get dressed and I'll show you around here. Maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself."
Pan blushed furiously as she tried covering her exposed skin. "Alright." With that said, she ran into the bathroom leaving the towel behind her.
Trunks stared at the door in astonishment and chuckled softly. "She's quite the girl."
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After a few minutes, Pan walked out of the bathroom in dark blue skinny jeans and a face towel covering her breasts. Trunks turned around ready to ask if she was done but was shocked at what he saw making him fall from his chair. He sat on the floor wide eyed through crooked falling glasses and staring at the half naked beauty in front of him.
"I'm sorry to startle you again, but I don't know how this contraption goes on." She held up a bra and walked up to him staring at this contraption that had her so confused.
Trunks looked at her in complete shock. What can he possibly tell her? He knew the art of removing them, not putting them back on. "Well, the bra, you umm, you start by uhh..." He stood up and pushed his glasses back wondering how he would ever tell her how to put a bra on. "Let me go, umm, find someone who knows this, uhh, situation better. " He rushed to the door and cracked it open, enough for him to stick his head out into the hallway. "BRA!!!"
"What?!" Pan heard a voice call from down the hallway.
"Help!!" Trunks called back.
"With...?!"
"Bras!!"
"Why would you need help with bras?! Oh, does the new girl need the help?!"
"Uhh," Trunks gave Pan a small glance before looking back out into the hallway. "Yeah!!"
"Cool!!! I get to meet her!!! Be there in a bit!!!"
Pan looked on confusingly. "Are people named after contraptions on this planet?"
Trunks stepped away from the door leaving it open for when Bra decided to come. "Well, not usually, but some parents decide to torture their kids by giving them names after underwear and lingerie."
"Oh."Interesting, I'll make a note of that. She thought as she went over to sit on the bed. A way of torture is naming the children after different articles of clothing. I should enter that on my... And that's when it hit her. All her equipment was gone. She had to go back to the crash zone and see if anything survived the crash. Perhaps she could persuade this Trunks to take her back. Yes, that's what I'll do. She smirked inwardly before another female with blue hair walked into the room. She was a spit version of the other one called Bulma.
"Are you Bulma's offspring?" She asked inspecting her from head to toe. Definitely looked almost the same. This one was most definitely younger.
"Daughter you mean. I'm Bra." She extended her hand out but Pan only looked at it confusingly.
"Is this a sort of greeting?" She turned to ask Trunks.
Trunks nodded and pointed at Bra's hand. "Here, when someone extends their hand, you shake it as a sort of greeting."
"Oh!" Pan quickly took hold of Bra's hand and shook it for what seemed like a minute.
"Umm, you can let go now." Pan blushed and let go putting her hand on her chest to help the other one hold the towel in place.
"I'm sorry. It's a new way to greet for me." Pan said before picking up the bra that had fallen on the floor. "Are you here to assist me with this... bra?"
"Oh yeah, let's go into the bathroom. We wouldn't want my brother looking at someone else boobs." Bra began pushing Pan towards the bathroom as she began to ask more questions.
"Boobs? What are 'boobs'?" Trunks managed to hear before Pan entered the bathroom.
"Well, they're the two breasts that..." By then, the door had slammed shut.
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A couple of minutes later, Trunks and Pan were making their way out the door. Pan had so many questions to ask; their culture, technology, habits, everything. As she was about to ask about the human's ways, a mobile car pod sped by, music booming and the people inside laughing loudly. Pan jumped back and put her hand on her heart, eyes wide.
"Idiots..." Trunks mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?!" Pan looked both ways of the street making sure no more hooligans passed by.
"Teenagers..." Trunks sighed and shook his head.
"Teenagers move very fast and make a weird sound. Do all your teenage transportation hum that way?" Pan pointed at a park mobile pod.
Trunks stared at this girl as if she was an alien. He just couldn't believe how she knew nothing of Earth. He chuckled though, she was a lot more interesting than he thought she would be. "Teenagers aren't the things that move. Those are called mobile car pods or cars for short. The people inside were the teenagers, adolescents, idiotic, disrespectful, irresponsible people."
Pan nodded and looked at one of the cars. She went up to it and examined it up and down paying very close attention to the bottom where half the motor was. "Very interesting these... cars."
"Yeah, well let's get going. We gotta get to the ice cream parlor before it closes." Trunks took hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"Ice cream parlor? What's that?" Pan asked letting go of Trunks' hand and frowning at this new thing.
"How about I show you. You wouldn't want me to ruin the surprise, right?" Trunks smiled down at her.
Pan frowned hard. "Surprises always meant ambushes in my world." She mumbled quietly.
"Huh?"
Pan quickly put her arm behind her head and laughed. "Nothing!"
Trunks on the other hand stared at her curiously. She has a lot of Goten's habits. It's the biggest coincidence I have ever encountered. "Off to the ice cream parlor!"
Pan pointed down the street and opened her mouth to shout also but closed it suddenly. "Is it this way?"
Trunks sweatdropped and laughed out loud. "Yes, it's..." He pointed down the way Pan was. "That way."
Pan smiled and stared down the street. "Off to the ice cream parlor!!!"
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A/N: My God, I'm terribly sorry about the delay. I always seemed to write a little here and a little there whenever I had a couple of spare minutes. College is definitely not making this easy. Ha. Hurray for anatomy, said extremely sarcastically. Hopefully, I'll update a lot sooner next time. Review. Tell me how it's going so far.