Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Future, a glimmer of Hope ❯ Yellow Cat Outfit ( Chapter 2 )

Future, a glimmer of Hope

By Rina_Istorlle

Disclaimer: I don't own the DragonBall z characters; if I did it wouldn't be fan fiction…All made up characters in this story belong to me, if by any chance you would like to use them please just ask and it will be granted! ^_^

Summary: Pan being consider a child in many eyes of others; what happens when she meets the past. When the time comes will she still be the child or a warrior who means business? Mt/P/T

Last Time:

There were only two things, when she had a crush on him, which attracted her to him. Which of course were his gorgeous ocean blue eyes that she could just drown in and his silk appearing lavender hair. But his personality turned her away from him. To her he seemed to think he was better then people and that he was god's gift to woman. She could only guess that it's was Vegeta's doing but he only saw him self better because of his blood. Not because he just felt that why.

She hoped one day, one girl could make him see. But that was enough thinking about Trunks for today. She was sure he probably had plenty women or even men thinking about him these days. It was always a site to see a few men in the crowds chasing after Trunks. He would be traumatized for a couple of days maybe even weeks at the thought of men thinking about him that way.

--Chapter two-

Yellow Cat Outfit

Looking over her clothes, she sighed. There was only one thing she could do, and she really didn't want to do it. Borrowing clothes from Bra wasn't the greatest experience. She would have borrowed clothes from Trunks but right now she was still mad at him. So today, of course for only a few minutes, would she have to wear something of Bra's. Next time she would have to remember to bring some of her own clothes just in case.

Knocking on Bra's door, her saiyan hearing picked up Bra talking to something else in her room. Yep, that meant Marron was probably here. Groaning, she knew they were probably talking about cheerleading or clothes. She definitely didn't want to listen to them talk about `girlish' stuff. She was never one to comprehend what those two found fun in dressing in mini skirts, jumping and screaming around like idiots. But they were her best friends, so she would just have to go through the torture for them.

"Bra! Come on already. Open the door, I need clothes."

"So Marron did you hear about Trunks?"

"BRA!"

"Pan is that you? I thought you were sparring with my brother."

"Yeah, and I `was' sparring with Boxer Boy."

"Boxer Boy? Why do you call him that?"

"Bra, it's kinda hard trying to talk to you through your door."

"…Oh right! Sorry."

Sighing, yep Bra was without doubt spending too much time with Goten. Goten, her uncle the innocence acting eating machine. Trying to talk to her through a door would have to be something Goten might do. Smiling at the aqua hair teen at the door who was rubbing her hand behind her neck, she shook her head in defeat. Yep, Bra definitely had the Innocence Goten syndrome.

"Bra, please tell me your not becoming another Goten?"

"No, come on. What gave you that idea?"

Raising her brow at the naïve look Bra was giving her, she sighed. Looking at Marron, she grinned at the shrug she received from the blonde hair teen. Well, if Marron noticed Bra acting a little too much like Goten then she wasn't going crazy. Maybe he was just rubbing off Bra since she did have a crush on him. Yep our cute little aqua girl was crushing over the empty stomach bottomless machine.

"Hey guys. Just need some clothes."

"Pan, I think we can see that by looking at you. What did Trunks do to you?"

"Well Marron, we were `sparring' but he went a little overboard."

"What did you do this time?"

"What? I didn't do anything, Mar."

"Sure, what did you tease him about this time?"

"I don't like that look your giving me. You know, a few things then and there about his girlfriend."

"Pan your impossible."

"I'm not, it's not my fault he gets a little angry at the mocking of his flavor of the week."

"Well, he might care for this one."

"Marron, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."

"You never know."

"He couldn't remember her name."

"Well then who knows why he got upset."

"Maybe he realized I was right?"

"If he realized your right then he has gone insane."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Not receiving an answer, she glared at the innocence look on the blonde teen's face. Well so much for friends. What was today? The national holiday, Picking on Pan day?

By the way this day was going, before she knows it Vegeta might take ballet lessons and Bulma might become the village idiot. Yeah, that was undoubtedly a Pan original imagination. Holding in a laugh at picturing Vegeta in a pink ballet suit, she smiled at the weird looks she was receiving from Bra and Marron. Yeah, it was great being her.

"Bra, do you have anything I would wear?"

"Probably not."

Well so much for trying. Hey at least she tried to see if Bra might have something she would wear. Through if she really thought about it, no would be the for sure answer. It didn't hurt to ask, there could have been that 1 percent chance out of 99 percent that Bra might have had something she would wear. It was worth the shot to see.

"Anything close to what I would wear?"

"Hard question lets look around."

"Yeah that's great, Bra but do you know how long it would take for us to `look around'?"

"Well now that you put it that way, Marron would you help?"

"Bra, having three people going through your closest might cut so time but I don't think we have a week to go through your clothes."

"Hey just because I like clothes, doesn't mean anything."

"Yes, I think Marron and me noticed."

"Well you don't complain about Marron's shoe collection."

"Well I don't need to borrow `shoes' right now."

"Fine, how about a shirt and shorts?"

"How short?"

"Well they are shorts."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Heh, well it means their normal shorts."

"For me or you?"

"Well me…"

"I'm not going to think about it."

"Their not that bad."

"I don't believe you."

"It won't kill you."

"Yeah that's what they all say."

"Pan, I agree with Marron you are impossible."

"Whatever just give me the clothes."

Grabbing the clothes, or the small pieces of cloth that barely cover anything, she left the two laughing girls. Yep it was National Pick on Pan day. Some friends they are, torturing her with these evil clothes from hell. Smirking, she was going to call all clothes from Bra and Marron evil and from hell. It made the situation better, even if it was calling clothes evil and from hell.

Great she better be careful, she might get lost with the evil clothes from hell. Man, she didn't know how the Briefs didn't get lost in their `large' house. Just trying to get to a bathroom to change was a challenge. But she was Son Pan, and challenge was her middle name. Well not really but she loved a challenge even if it meant getting lost with the evil clothes from hell.

Almost jumping for joy when she finally reached the bathroom, she sighed in relief. It was going to be an okay day, for she didn't get lost with evil clothes from hell. Locking the bathroom door she changed into the `short' shorts and shirt. Who in their right mind would wear a yellow shirt with a cat meowing? And shorts that were well yellow? Nope, it wasn't going to be an okay day.

Unlocking the bathroom door slowly, she peeked outside to see if any one was out in the hallway. So far so good, she didn't see anyone in site. Maybe she could get home without having anyone seeing her. Just maybe. Quietly walking out the bathroom, she almost cussed when the hallway boards squeaked. Freezing for a moment, she sighed and continued her way.

"Panny I love the clothes."

Gasping, she turned around to notice a smirking Trunks leaning against a doorframe. It was not her day. Had he been there the whole time as she tried to make her get away? Damn, why didn't she seen him or for that matter `sense' him? He could black mail her for months! Well not really, because he would need a camera. But knowing him, he probably had one on hand.

"Shut up, Boxer Boy."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have great legs?"

"Don't be a pervert."

"Your so adorable when you try to be sneaky."

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Really? Judging from your other clothes state…."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Well your wearing yellow."

"And your point?"

"Yellow means you're in a bright mood."

"Ha Ha, very funny."

"I though so too."

Flashing him a grin, she raced down the stairs leaving behind a bemuse Trunks. If she was quick, she could get out of here before he caught up with her. He was going to be the last and only person to see her in this yellow outfit. Reminder, kill Bra and Marron for handing me a yellow cat outfit. That was probably why they were laughing so hard. Why haven't she noticed the color of the clothes?

Turning back to see if he realized what she was doing, she bumped into something hard. Falling, she landed hard on her backside. Ouch, yep it wasn't her day. What did she smack into that was so dang hard? It felt like she had been hit by a bus going it's full speed.

"Sorry about that."

Looking up for the first time after she had fallen, she noticed Trunks standing before her. When had he gotten so fast? Wait, did he just say he was sorry? He has to be on something, if he was apologizing to her. Startled, she become aware of that he wasn't wearing what he was wearing a few minutes ago. And he had a sword attached to his back.

"Trunks? How did you change so fast?"

"Do I know you?"

"What? Have you gone insane?"

"I don't think so."

"What's wrong with you? Forgetting your best friend?"

"We're friends?"

"Did you hit your head back there?"

"Panny who are you talking to?"

"Trunks, I'm just talking…THERE'S TWO OF YOU?"

AN: Well another chapter. Thanks to all of those who have read the story and reviewed.. Please Review and tell me how I'm doing. Also see any errors please bring them to my attention. ^_^