Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ink Confesssions ❯ One of the Guys ( Chapter 1 )

The ordinary sun rose above the ordinary horizon on and ordinary Monday morning. And as Pan lay in her ordinary bed she heard the ordinary sounds of an early morning wake up. Slowly she pulled back her jet-black sheets and placed her feet on the dark gray carpet that covered her room floor. As if programmed to do so every morning she got up and went to her closet. Inside was an ocean of black, red, gray, and purple clothes hanging up in a messy clutter. She grabbed a black boyish tank top and a pair of baggy black short shorts. She pulled the clothes on over her sleeping attire: a sports bra and underwear. She then slipped her feet into a pair of tennis shoes and waited. As if on cue, she heard her father calling from downstairs.

"Pan! Wake up it's time to train!" Pan sighed and headed for her door. On her way out of her ordinary room she passed her full-length mirror that was propped up against the wall. Pan was a very pretty girl, but she wasn't gorgeous. From her scalp came long black hair that was so straight she could only wear it down or put it in a ponytail to make it look good. But whenever she had it down she wore her favorite orange bandana over it. She had big dark brown eyes and cute lips, but she hated her nose although everybody else thought it was cute. Although her face couldn't satisfy her, her body was amazing. With all the training she did she was slim with toned arms and legs. She loved her body but the only thing she hated the most was her breast. They were huge! She was bigger than any other woman she knew; even Bra and Bulma. Scowling at her assets she opened her door and left. She was about to run into the glass elevator when she remembered her dad's strict instructions: to fly out the window instead of using the front door. She walked down the hallway to a large window and pulled it open. The wind hit her face immediately and the smell of morning dew filled the hallway. Pan put her hands by her side and slowly lifted into the air. When she felt she was high enough, she instantly sped out the window; shooting into the air like a rocket. She soared above the ground, miles and miles above the dreary cage that was Earth. But realization hit her and she reluctantly turned around and headed for her house. Waiting for her, with his hands on his hips was a tall man with spiky black hair. He wore a blue collared shirt and khaki pants that covered an amazingly muscular body. This man was her father Gohan.

"Good morning dad." Pan landed gracefully and went up to hug him. She may have hated the world but she adored her father and mother.

"Mornin' sweetie. I won't be able to train this morning, Videl has another job interview she wants me to be there for. I'm sorry."

"It's okay dad. Tell mom I said good luck."

"But what about training?"

"I'll train after school with Trunks." Pan kissed her dad's cheek, then flew back into the window.

"Great…" she muttered to herself in annoyance. That was the fourth training session in a row that had been cancelled. She didn't know why he didn't train anymore, but she hated it. Since she didn't train, Pan just decided after showering to throw on a pair of low rise jeans and keep the black tank top.

Bra sauntered up to the bus stop swishing her butt from side to side. No matter what she wore, she always managed to shine. Today she was wearing a mini-skirt and a pink ruffled shirt. With matching strappy heels and pink heat-shaped sunglasses she turned every head she passed. It was also helpful that she had a nice rack, a very curvy body and a face carved by angels. Her eyes were big and blue and her hair a long flowing aquamarine. Bra inherited every trait her mother head physically, but had the brains and toughness of her father. As soon as the bubbly girl saw Pan she squealed with delight and clapped her hands as if she hadn't seen her in years. Pan couldn't help but smile at her absurd perkiness.

"Hiiiiiiiii! Omigosh, Pan I have so much to tell you! First of all, Trunks came home late with all his friends and Goten was there! Oh god he is so handsome..."

"Too bad he's three years older than you, and a college boy."

"Yea, and Maron keeps on getting in my fuckin' way." Bra let the word Maron drip off her tongue as if it was a disgusting thing that should be killed immediately. Maron was Bra's nemesis ever since she had grown boobs and became curvaceous. Bra had been so jealous that Maron became prettier than her that they had a bitter relationship, until she found out about Maron's plastic surgery on her "boobs". Maron was a cute girl with big brown eyes and long wavy blonde hair. She was a little short for her age, but she got that from her dad Krillin.

A big white car that looked like a futuristic bus pulled up in front of Bra and Pan. The doors opened and they climbed in. As usual they took their seat in the "popular kid's" section near all the cheerleaders and jocks. A cute guy named Keean wrapped his arm around Bra and kissed her neck. Keean was Bra's temporary boyfriend until she hooked up with Goten. He was nice to look at but as smart as a brick. The bus finally stopped in front of the school and everyone made a mad haste to get off. As soon as all the jocks and preps got off the bus everyone made way as if rolling out a red carpet for them. Yea, Bra was the most popular girl at the school, and Pan was just her sidekick. Bra entered the school and the group broke up into three groups; Bra and Pan being their own group. They opened their lockers and pulled out their books and binders, looks of future hell on their faces. Just as Bra was about to pull out Algebra 2, she shoved all her books back then and Pan followed.

"Let's go." They both left the school, making sure not to be seen by any teachers. They walked out to the parking lot where a gleaming silver sports car awaited them. Bra clicked on her keys and both front doors pulled up. They got in and drove off.

"What do you wanna do?" Bra asked as she switched lanes.

"I don't know, what's Trunks doin' right now?" Pan asked.

"Probably at that stupid community festival thingy. I hate those, they're only good for making out."

"Yea, but you wanna go help set up anyway?"

"Sure, what the hell." Bra slammed the brakes, then backed up. They drove down a small road that eventually turned tan and unpaved. For about ten minutes they were surrounded by evergreen pine trees that seemed so tall and ancient. Finally they drove into a huge clearing that connected to the beach. In the clearing was a large cluster of people, tents and other things. They were setting up the Annual Community Day Festival. This year's theme was beachwear. Bra parked the car on the outskirts of the clearing and they both walked into the crowd of hard workers. Just like they guessed, two impossibly gorgeous guys ran up to them. One was tall, built and had purple hair and blue eyes. That was Trunks, Bra's older brother. The other was a little bit shorter with a smaller build, and had spiky black hair and dark brown eyes. That was Gohan, Trunk's best friend and the only guy that ever made Bra tongue-tied.

"Hey sis, what are you doing here?" Trunks asked.

"We skipped school today; thought we'd come and help you guys out." Bra answered while she eyed Goten.

"Well, all we're doin' is putting the tents together and bringing the animals in right now. I don't think you would want to do that."

"I can handle it." Pan snapped defensively. Trunks threw up his hands in surprise.

"Wait a second fireball, I know you can handle it, I'm not sure Bra can." Bra sneered at her older brother, then her face softened when Goten spoke up.

"I can help her out. I mean, I'll start her on something easy." He suggested. Bra didn't even wait for Trunk's answer before grabbing Goten's arm and pulling him towards the site.

"Well let's get started fireball." Trunks threw his arm around Pan's shoulder, then stopped.

"Hey Pan, you've really been training hard. Your shoulders are really toned and muscular." He smiled his amazing smile and Pan couldn't help but smile back. She and Trunks had been friends for years. Because Pan was 2 years older than Bra, Trunks would hang out with her and Goten instead of paying attention to his baby sister. But when they got into high school and Trunks and Goten went to college, things changed.

"I miss the old days when we used to hang." She said softly.

"Yea, those were good days. I guess I've been really busy in college, sorry fireball. Maybe we can plan a date that is just the two of us."

"Like a date-date?"

"No! Not like that, like a friend thing. I don't see you that way, you're one of the guys." For some reason, that comment struck Pan hard. She just stayed quiet as hurt thoughts came running through her head.

Bra waved goodbye to Goten and Trunks as she sped down the dirty path leading to the road.

"That was fun! Sweaty and nasty, but fun."

"Yea, I had a blast."

"I got to talk to Goten and I even caught him staring at my ass."

"Or it could have been the big dirt stain maybe?"

"Are you serious? Shit!"

"It's okay."

"No it's not! Goten only dates women, not girls. I'm just like a little sister to him, if only he could see more. I'll never get my chance with him, ever!"

"Yes you will, you just have to show him you're a woman."

"I don't need to change myself for some guy, no matter how much I love him."

"You love him?"

"Yea, I fell in love with him. I think I found my soul mate in Goten."

"That's really deep, I'll never find my soul mate. I don't even think I want one."

"Maybe Trunks is your soul mate."

"Yea right! He's 3