Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not Forgotten, Not Alone ❯ Shinny Purple Hair ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Here's a story for you! It's the funniest thing! There I was, minding my own business when suddenly, some where out of the blue, this little voice whispered to me that I own DB/Z/GT. Well, being the gullible idiot that I am, believed it? ~,~* WELL, to make a short story even shorter, in the end I learned that, NO, I do not own any part of DB/Z/GT. So please, I beg you, don't sue!!

A/N: It's the long awaited chapter for NFNA!!! Wow, it took me a LLLOOOONNNGGG time to get this one out. So sorry, so sorry!! I was occupied with not being occupied. But you all know how it is, once you decide that you wanna go to college, there be a WHOLE lot of crap that you have to go through. Funny though, never thought dorm rooms would cost so much? Anyway, who am I to talk about my personal life when I still have yet to get this chap up.

I'm so sorry to all you people who hate it when characters are OOC, but I thought, in my big grand theme of my story, that even if I butcher them, it should all turn out to where their all in character.

And so, the unfolding begins…..

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Not Forgotten, Not Alone

Chapter 2

Shinny Purple Hair

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Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set; and surely virtue is best, in a body that is comely, though not of delicate features; and that hath rather dignity of presence, than beauty of aspect.

~ Of beauty - Frances Bacon ~

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The slight breeze played with Pan's hair as she stood transfixed. Her feet seemed rooted to the ground, as if petrifaction had set in. She looked upon the towering building in front of her with both wonder and awe. Wonder at how imposing a simple, yet graceful, building could be, and awe at how the inner strength shined through the painted walls. Its mere presence seemed to command a degree of respect, respect that only it deserved. Yes, this truly was the building of no equal, for this was the home of the largest corporation in Japan.

And Miss Pan Ochi was set for an interview. She allowed herself a brief moment to think of the possibilities a job here could mean for her future. A life without running, a life with purpose. She sighed to herself, wondering of the foolish hopes she clung to.

Capsule Corporation

Straightening her clothing one last time, Pan slowly made her way across the street to where she hoped her future might lie.

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"Perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect hair… flawless body, and no one can resist my charm." Sighing to herself in homage of her perfect self, Bra leisurely made her way over to her new mahogany desk, stopping briefly to admire her reflection in the wall mirror. After close inspection, and finding nothing wrong with her image, Bra continued on her way across her office to the desk.

Bra picked up her planer and skimmed through a few pages as she sat herself down into her plush chair. Noting briefly a certain interview with a certain no name female. Believing her upcoming appointment of no true concern to her, Bra lazily tossed her planner back onto her desk to continue collecting dust.

`Man this sucks! Why do I have to work today of all days? I could be out shopping with Marron right now' Bra whined.

However, before she was able to dwell on that subject for too long, a loud buzzing noise made its presence known.

Answering the buzzer, Bra asked in as humble a voice as she could muster at the moment, "What?"

"A girl by the name of Pan Ochi is here," a pause, "She says she has an interview with you." It was almost a question, but not quite.

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise? Perhaps this Pan girl could be hired to take over the secretarial job that Trunks had so hastily filled with another blonde bimbo? Yes, that would truly be bliss, as long as Pan was nothing like her, that is. So in other words, if Pan had even one spec of blonde hair, she would have her escorted out of the premises quickly.

At any rate, at least she'd finally have something to do.

"Alright, send her up."

Bra couldn't help the sinister gleam that came to her eyes, `Today may just prove to be eventful after all.' Get rid of blondie, thus annoying Trunks, which in turn causes Father's wrath to befall him . . . oh yeah, eventful indeed . . .

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Pan turned down another of the many halls, hopelessly lost. She briefly contemplated asking around for directions, but her own pride stopped her.

`Another turn, another hallway, another door, does this place ever end?' Yes, the wise words of the secretary flowed through her mind in a laughing joke.

"Go through that door there, and then take a right, then like, pass a few doors, and then I think you make a left, and you should be near there. Just look for the sign saying `Bra Briefs,' you can't miss it!" The directions she gave her were obviously wrong, because here she was, still looking.

Oh, she was lost, utterly and completely lost. No hope for her now. Some day, when everyone one is old and gray, they might find her bones lying in a heap in some forgotten storage room. They would look down upon the bones with pity, but know that it was just another one of "them," of the poor fools that ultimately got lost in this labyrinth of labyrinths. `Wouldn't that be an ironic ending to my life?' Pan thought to herself.

"Excuse me miss, are you lost?"

Startled out of her inner ramblings, Pan turned around. Only to come face to face with the most gorgeous human being she had ever seen. His well toned muscles, his bright blue eyes, his… purple hair? Yeah, okay, so that seemed a little off, but hey, he was gorgeous none the less. She had to fight off the urge to stare.

Kicking herself for acting so wantonly by giving in and actually staring, Pan replied with what she hoped sounded at least like a half intelligent answer.

"Yeah, kind of."

Yep, real intelligent Pan. Next I'll be saying that one plus one equals three.

A very peculiar sound came to her ears then, and it sounded strangely like laughter? Narrowing her eyes, Pan quickly pinpointed the location the laugh was coming from. And sure enough, it was her purple haired, supposed to be, rescuer. Narrowing her eyes even more, she pointed her index finger at him, and proceeded to start her death stalk.

Trunks staggered under her glare, mentally wondering if he had done something terribly wrong by laughing at her. But he couldn't help it, she just looked so cute the way she was turning around in circles, helplessly lost . . . and then there was the whole staring at him. The expression on her face at that time could have even made his father put in a few choice words. Come to think about it that would have been scary, not funny, not at all.

"Whoa there tiger, sorry if I hurt your pride or something." Hey, it was as good as any apology, right?

The word "tiger" snapped her out of trying to get at him. She wasn't sure, but she could almost remember another person, long ago, calling her that.

He saw the emotions play across her face, first surprise, then confusion and now, anger. Wait, anger? What did he say this time? And then it hit him, just like a car hits a brick wall.

Ohhh . . .

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a `Tiger'?"

Well, at the moment she really did look like one, with her hands half way clenched, her eyes all narrowed like, and set into a fighting stance. Trunks thought about that for a moment, and really, that was about as long as he had to think about it. Because once that thought filtered across his thoughts, she was right there infront of him, right hand balled, currently connected to his face.

Owwie! That one was going to leave a mark in the morning.

"Don't call me `Tiger' again! You purple haired pretty boy." Okay, so her come backs needed a little work. But she normally wasn't around much people, so she was kind of new at this. Yep.

Turning away from the man that was now sprawled out on the floor, Pan stalked away. And she made it down a few more hallways before realization came to her again.

She was still lost . . .

The one person she should have asked for help, she had punched . . .

"God damn it!" She screamed, and then, in a quieter tone, "This just is not my day." Raising her hands to her temples she tried to massage the migraine she could feel coming on. She didn't really want to turn around and look for that man again. After all, it would probably only succeed in her getting even more lost. And what would that accomplish? Absolutely nothing, that's what.

In the end, her decision was made up for her, as the man with purple hair came stanching down the direction she had just walked. His hands in his pockets and whistling to no one unparticular. Well, she inwardly mussed, it would save her the time of looking for him.

"You know, you're still lost. I might still be persuaded to help you out if you say you're sorry." He said so smoothly, as if he actually expected her to fall to her knees and beg for his forgiveness. Maybe even feed him grapes and fan him down . . . yeah, that was going to happen.

Well, she wasn't about to do that, so she decided to take a different outlook on the whole situation.

"Well, I never would have hit you if you had never called me a `tiger.'" Hand on hip, chin stuck out in the air, and shoulders squared. She knew she had him, total confidence is what she had in her answer. What could he possible say to that to make it sound like it was still her fault.

His response, he imitated her. Yep, from the hand on the hip to the chin stuck in the air. It made quite a funny scene really, with both their chins stuck out silently gauging the other in their own little word fight. And who would be the victor? Almost impossible to say, but the wittiest.

"I would have never called you a `tiger' if you hadn't reacted like one." He put both his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. He grew up with these kinds of fights, first with his mother, then with his sister. He figured he was pretty good at winning now.

There it was, the migraine came full force. All she wanted to do was get her interview over and return home for a long soaking in a bath. Yes, that sounded very pleasurable at this point.

"Well, you laughed at me." She wasn't quite sure, but almost sounded like a whine. "Okay, look, I'm sorry I hit you, now would you please help me." So she gave in, but hey, she figured she was already late for the damned interview now anyway.

Yep, he had her, she gave in. He was the ultimate winner, all bow down to him and kiss his toes. But he hadn't had so much fun in a while, why not make it last longer?

"I change my mind." He said nonchalantly, then shrugged his shoulders a second time and proceeded to walk past her.

Her mouth practically fell to the floor. "What?" He had just said he would help her didn't he?

With his back to her he looked over and said slowly, as if she was a little child and didn't understand, "I said, I change my mind. Find wherever you want to go by yourself. I'm to busy."

At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to tear out all her hair. This day was turning out to be the nightmare that never ended.

Clenching her fists at her side, she growled. Be damned if he didn't help her, she'd force him to. Drag him along with his shinny purple hair if it came down to it. Forcing her temper under control, she ran after him. Maybe another knock to the head was all he needed.

The only problem was, he had already left, and she couldn't find him. Well, this inturn got her even more lost. She decided to let the walls know how frustrated she was by ranting off a string of very questionable words that shouldn't be said by females.

For once though, luck seemed to shine on her. For there, right to her left, was a door with the words inscribed on it, "Bra Briefs."

Praise kami, she was saved!

She gave a long sigh of relief, happy that she could finally get on with her day and return home to a long soak.

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I did it, I did it! I actually did it! Throws pocky to all who have been waiting by to read this chapter.

You know, that was harder than I though it would be.

I went more on trying to be funny, then actually putting in anything other. So if nothing else, I hope it made you laugh. Tee hee

To all my wonderful reviewers, whom I love for reviewing. Go you peoples, you rock!

Tokyobabe2040: You were my very first reviewer for this story, I love you! Extra pocky for you!

Popcorn Kitty: Thank you! I really wasn't too pleased with my first chap, but I'm really happy you liked it. Tee hee!

Rose: Okay, so I didn't really continue as soon as possible, and even procrastinated for a while, but I did get this chapter out! That's all that really counts right? Lol. ::Looks around and sees the room crowded with mean looking glares:: ::sweat drop:: Guess not . . .

I DO NOT OWN DBZ: I'M TRYING, I SWEAR!

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Character Notes:

Pan Ochi: Her last name isn't Son, because she was adopted. Not too sure how that whole process goes, but I figured it would play into my theme more. Tee hee.

So there you have it folks, stay tuned for the next chapter of NFNA! Coming soon to internets near you!

Inca