Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ No way out ❯ Problems ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: Nouk

Chapter 2 --- Problems

It was Monday, and two days after Yuko proposed to Pan. Pan was riding her black and red motorbike to school, a Kawasaki, dressed in a motor suit, all leather, black off course. She only wore the black matching helmet because it was obliged by law, but not because she needed it. The 340 kilometres per hour the motorbike could reach where hardly enough to even scratch her if she where to fall off. And falling off was nearly impossible, for she had excellent balance, thanks to her training and super human senses. No, she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Accept a speeding ticket, off course.

And to think I'm not even allowed by law to ride this baby! I was lucky that Trunks took me to another country, where I could get a licence at age 17. Cost him a shit-load of money too…., Pan thought, a smirk gracing her face.

She decreased her speed drastically, when the school became visible, about 2 miles ahead. She didn't want to hit anyone.

I may have total control, but this bike doesn't. Don't want to hit anybody., she thought.

As she reached the school grounds, a group of girls of about the same age waved at her, and she stopped near them. It was her regular group of friends, who she hung out with. They where from the same year, and did some classes together.

“Hey Pan! Don't you look tough today!”, a blonde, named Spinella joked, and she whistled.

Pan unclasped the band of her helmet and took it off.

“Yeah, it's one of those days again.”, Pan said, and she grinned, stroking a hand through her hair.

“Haven't heard from you guys in the weekend! What have you been up to?”, Pan asked.

“Duh. We have a test today, Pan. Some people, who are not nerds, actually need to study. “a black haired Goth girl, named Charley said. The rest groaned at the mentioning of the difficult maths test.

“Heh…I forgot about that…”, Pan said, as she scratched the back of her head. She had been busy with entirely other things this weekend, and they didn't involve school…

“Like that even matters. You'll ace it anyway. You are such a bitch!”, Charley responded.

Pan was used to her language, so she didn't take offence at all. It was just Charley's way of communicating…and it often got her in trouble with the teachers.

At that moment, the bell rang, and the four girls started running for class.

“Hurry up, Pan! Class is starting!”, Spinella called out, as she ran.

Shit!, Pan thought. I still have to park my motorcycle somewhere and take of this damn tight motor suitwithout destroying it!

She drove off to de assigned area for parking scooters, air scooters and motorcycles, and neatly but hurriedly parked her motorcycle between some air scooters. As she put a lock on her tire, the second bell rang.

“Shit!”, she cussed, and she ran off with her suit still on and her helmet on her arm. It was summer, and hot outside, so you can imagine it wasn't very pleasant wearing that suit. She sweated like a pig!

“I'll stink terribly if I take that thing off. This sucks! I should have thought of that!”, She said to herself, while running, sweat dripping from her forehead from heat.

As she entered her class, Mrs. Yomi, a middle aged but still very beautiful maths teacher, was already handing out the tests.

“Sorry I'm late, miss.”, Pan said, as she hurriedly walked to her place.

“Hold it, young lady! You know the rules! The second bell already rang! You are excluded from the test!”, Yomi called out, frowning.

“Aah, Mrs. Yomi! Can't you make a exception, please? We kind of stalled her! And she's already inside anyway!”, Spinella said, putting up her hand.

“It's never your responsibility, it's HERS.”, Yomi said, not budging one bit. “And she is CLEARLY not ready!”, she said, eying Pan's flushed face and her attire.

“Pan, you will take of that suit of yours, and report yourself to the headmaster right now. Here's a note!” Yomi said, as she walked to her desk and pulled out a red note.

“A red one? But miss… that one is for insubordination! Not for being late!”, Pan stammered.

“It IS. And you walked in LATE, looking like a clown, while this school has some very clear dress codes! Now GET!” , Yomi yelled.

“A clown? Why you…Wait a minute! This is not fair!”, Pan said, getting angry.

“NOW, Pan Son! Or I will have you expelled! You are disturbing an important test! Get out NOW!” Yomi said in a dangerously low voice.

Pan could feel it coming. It rose up from her cheeks. The angry heat strained at her chest, and crept up until she had a heavy headache within seconds, and a burning feeling in her eyes.

She is right, relax, relax relax! Pan thought to herself.

Please, not again, relax, breathe, breathe, don't be angry….,Her mind whispered.

Okay not angry at all… I can look at her again…

Aw crap who really cares! The bitch is going DOWN! She screamed inside her head.

“You fucking Nazi BITCH!!!” Hissed with all the anger she felt.

The whole class fell quiet, as they looked at Pan in total chock. A few mouths fell open, mostly the ones of her friends.

“Wha…. What did you say to me!?”

Mrs. Yomi looked like she had trouble breathing, and could need some anger management as well. She got red in the face, and her teeth showed in a snarl. She balled her fists and held her arms tightly alongside her body.

“I…”, Pan gaped. Did she just say that? To mrs. Yomi of all people!? The number one witch bitch ho could make your life a living hell at school!?

“A fucking Nazi bitch...? My grandparents where Yewish, they where killed in the gas chambers of Sobibor! …. How DARE you say that to me! You….!” , mrs. Yomi raged.

The class was still in shock, and didn't dare utter a word.

“I'm so sorry! I…… am sorry! I don't know what came over me!” Pan said, putting her hands on her face.

“Just… get out. Go home, go to the headmasters office, I don't give a shit. You are not welcome in my classes anymore. Out!” Yomi said coolly. She turned her back to Pan and started handing out the last few tests. As Pan walked out the door and in to the hallway, she could hear mrs. Yomi tell the class to turn around their paper and start the test.

Slowly she walked towards the headmaster's office, ignoring the people hanging out in the hallways.

I did it again.

She looked at the red piece of paper in her left hand, and sighed. Now she did deserve it. And more. She never used to be this way. A big mouth, okay, but never a foul mouth, or unreasonable anger. What was happening? Although she never liked Yomi, she still felt guilty. This was really not how she was brought up. This was not how a Son should be. And what kind of consequences would this have for her education? She missed a very important test, and she couldn't follow the math class from mrs. Yomi anymore. Because of her stupid temper she could be suspended.

I suck. Dad is going to kill me… or home tutor me! ACK!

She stopped in front of the black oak door, leading to the headmasters office, and looked at the sign. It said: “Dr. D. Papillion, headmaster. Please knock before entering.”

She raised her left hand and gave 2 quick knocks.

“Snore….. huh?” , she heard from behind the door. She heard Dean Papillion's famous leather desk chair creak, as he got his feet down from the table, and she heard him clear his throat and straighten his jacket.

“You may enter.”, he finally said.

Pan opened the door, and entered the large office. It was arranged quite stylishly

“Paaaaaaan!! How nice to see you again! Sit, sit!”, he said, with his always present enthusiasm. Dean was a very handsome and very extrovert young man, who made many young girls heart take a leap at Hercule High school. The man was born in France, and had brown hair, hazel eyes, and unnatural white teeth. He was always in an eccentric three piece suit, and sometimes it looked like he wore concealer on his face. Pan had her doubts about the golden ring he sported on his right hand.

Pan's shoulders where slouched. She put her helmet on the floor and sat down, looking at her feet.

“So tell me! To what do I owe this visit, young princess?”, Dean said. He always made a fuss about proper naming, and since her grandmother Chi-Chi was in fact a princess, that is what Pan should be called too.

Pan handed him the red note. Dean lifted his eyebrows, and took the note from her.

“Wow, that hasn't happened in a while, Panny! What did you do? And from mrs. Yomi too…” Dean asked, fingering the red piece of paper.

“I was late, and I was in the wrong attire. Then I cussed her out for giving me a red note.”, Pan said quietly.

“YOU!? Cussed out mrs. Yomi!? I can't believe it!”, Dean called out, noticeably shocked. Pan dropped her head even further.

A grin grew on Dean's face, and he leaned forward to Pan.

“Tell me, what did you say to the old bag?”

Pan's head snapped up.

“Mr. Papillion! That's hardly professional! Aren't you supposed to be neutral? Or on her side at least!?”

“Ow, come on, princess! You know me! I'm too stylish to be boring! Tell me what you did, and you can get out of here immediately, I'm sure. It can't be that bad!”

Dean smiled at her and folded his hands together.

Pan looked down at her gloved hands.

“Well, it was bad enough for her to permanently exclude me from math class.”, she confessed.

“What? What did you say to her to accomplish THAT!?”, Dean called out.

“I called her a fu na b….”, Pan said, articulating badly on purpose.

“Come again?” Dean said.

“I called her a fucking Nazi bitch. That's what I did.”, pan said flatly.”

Dean leaned back in is chair, seeming in deep thought. He looked up at the ceiling, and then back to Pan, but she avoided his gaze.

“That's bad Pan…. Very bad.”, Dean said after a few long moments of silence. “Didn't you know about her…”

“Obviously not.”, Pan interrupted.

“Why?” Dean just asked.

“I don't know. I wish I knew. I just got very angry all of a sudden. And then, before I could stop myself, I said it! I really am sorry, mr. Papillion!”

Dean sighed, and was quiet again for a moment or two. To Pan, this was one of the most unpleasant moments of her life. One of the few moments she failed, and it was her own damn fault.

“Well… I could talk to her, of course. You are one of the most promising students this school has ever had. I hope she will reconsider… you'll have to apologize off course. I'll set up a meeting with her, me, you and one of your parents.”

That means they will know too!

“Preferably your father, he is well known, and has certain power. I'm sure he'll impress mrs. Yomi enough to persuade her…”, he said with a small smile.

Pan sighed. She wasn't sure how her father would react on this news. Things like this had happened a lot more lately….

“I'll call your parents. I'll just say you where stressed. Don't worry, it'll be all right, princess!”, Dean said, as he picked up the phone and dialled her home number.

Dean knew this number by heart, for he was somewhat of a fan of Gohan Son and his work. He had called him very often already, and had had hour long conversations about boring and complicated theories with him.

“Hello mrs. Son! This is headmaster Dean Papillion…yes, it's me again….phone bills?... yes ma'am… no ma'am…. sure…. Uhh…. Can I please speak to mr. Son?”

Pan giggled, as Dean gave her a slightly frightened look.

“Ah, Gohan, good to speak to you again! How have you been?.... Really? You worked out that theory of yours, huh?..... That's great!”

Dean relaxed a little more, and leaned back. Pan could tell he almost wanted to put his feet on the table again, but as he eyed her, he stopped the movement.

“Off course… well, I'm calling about Pan. There was a little situation today at math class. She was a little stressed and said some not so nice things to mrs. Yomi, who is now a bit upset…. What do you mean, again?...... This sort of thing has been happening more often?.... Oh… well… I was wandering when you had some time to come over this week… okay… Thursday would be fine…. Right…. How about ten?....Okay….. I will see you then. Goodbye! Yeah, bye!”

Off course, Pan had heard every word her father had said, and he didn't sound too happy. Dean put down the phone and sighed.

He folded his hands again and leaned over to Pan.

“Your father hinted towards the fact that these kinds of outbursts have been happening a lot to you lately. Do you want to talk to me about this problem?”, he asked her in a calm and serious tone.

Pan's eyes turned to slits for a brief second, and she looked the headmaster in the eyes and said: “There IS no problem, mr. Papillion.”

“I can help you. We have professionals at school who can help you lessen your stress…”, Dean said.

Unfortunately, that is not the problem at all. You don't know what you're getting into, Dean.

“I'll think about it, thank you, mr. Papillion.”, Pan said.

Dean unconsciously scratched the side of his nose, thinking. Pan was clearly shutting him out. He was about to say something, when Pan decided to stand up and stick out her hand to him.

“Thank you very much for your help, mr. Papillion, I appreciate it. This Thursday at ten, right?”

Dean decided to ignore the fact that he didn't dismiss her, and stood up as well, shaking her hand.

“That's right, princess. Just know, my door here is always open if you need help. Now you can just go on and wait for the next class to start.”, dean said.

“Thank you, sir.”, Pan said, and she picked up her helmet and opened the door. As she stood in the doorway, she turned around and gave a weak smile.

Dean gave a nod, and sat back down, as Pan left the room.

Near the cafeteria, she sat down on one of the many dining chairs and threw off her gloves. She pulled out her cell phone from under her motor suit and dialled the number of her best friend.

*** Hello? ***

“Hey purple princey!”, Pan said sarcastically.

*** Oh, hi Pan! It's been a while! How have you been? ***

“Trunks… I need you…. I has happened again…”

*** …. Can you come now? ***

“Not really. I still have classes today.”

*** You should come right now. ***

“All right. I'll be there soon.”

Pan hung up and put her cell phone back. She went to the restrooms and took off her biker suit, and put her helmet, suit and bag in her locker. She walked back to the restroom, opened a window, and flew off unseen by others.

Okay… so what will happen next time? And what is going on? Review and read the next chappie!

p.s. I still need a beta reader as you can see… bad grammar… hey I'm Dutch! ^__^