Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ She'll Be Whatever She Wants to Be ❯ A Figure of Fear ( Prologue )
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By: angelwarrior1 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 221 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 221 | Status: Work In Progress
She'll Be Whatever She Wants to Be
By: Angelwarrior1
Prologue: A Figure of Fear
Disclaimer: I'll only say it once. I don't own Dragonball Z
She walked down the halls as the kids moved away from her. Yeah she was the outcast, but it wasn't like she cared. It wasn't anything different, for she had become accustomed to fading into the background. In fact, she loved it. The fear she felt roll off of people as she passed wasn't something that just anyone could get. Only she could earn such fear from people. Her power was great and she knew how to use it to her advantage in any classroom setting. Her attire didn't placate the fear in her peers and teachers either.
Her wicked grin caused the students around her to head in the other direction. Her long black skirt swished and swayed with each step she took and her black combat boots made a strong thud as she walked. Her oversized black sweater made its way to mid-thigh and the sleeves easily covered her hands, only allowing the tiny fingertips of her hands to show. She never tied her hair up so her long and silky black locks flowed down her back until they stopped just above her backside.
One kid in particular caught her eye and she simply couldn't resist the urge she had. She sensuously walked up to him and stopped right in front of him. He backed up in fear of what she might do, but she quickly filled the void. She smirked an evil smirk and leaned forward until her red lips were almost touching his ear.
"Boo..." She whispered in a husky voice as he jumped back.
She laughed at his obvious fear and continued walking. Soon she came upon Bra's locker and spied her talking to a group of popular kids. Bra spotted her and waved, unashamed of doing so. The others just looked at her in distaste and turned away to continue their conversation. It didn't bother her in the least. Bra turned back to continue talking with her little group so she kept going until she reached her locker.
Tearing down the little posters that were posted daily, most of which contained the words 'Witch' and or 'Slut' on them, she opened the locker and retrieved her books. She had long grown accustomed to the accusations the other students cast upon her and now she simply ignored them. They didn't hurt her anymore, nothing ever did now. Her heart had turned to ice long ago and there wasn't anything she could do to turn it back. As least that's how she felt in her mind.
Walking late to a class was never a big thing for her, all of her teachers were far too afraid of her to say anything about it. So she just walked to her first class idly while the kids around her ran by her in many different directions. It was rather amusing to see the panic stricken kids run around in an attempt to reach their class before the final bell rang. She finally made it to her class and entered with her head held high in a manner that said, 'I own this joint so you can't do jack!'
Sitting down in her seat in the back, one of her only buddies handed her a note. The teacher spotted the exchange, but wisely opted to ignore it when her eyes met with hers. She opened the note out in the open and lazily read it:
Yo Pan, we're getting together at my house for rehearsal so you have to show up! It's gonna be freakin' awesome!
She folded up the note and looked over at her buddy named Pierce. His eyes showed his anxious need for an answer and he smiled when she nodded her head in consent. He quickly motioned for the letter back and she handed it to him. She had met Pierce back in her freshman year and was glad she did. It was obvious that everyone at school would fear her when she began high school, but Pierce didn't. He soon introduced her to his other friends and they all loved her just as much as Pierce. Since they had a band, they asked if she had any hidden talents they should know of and she said no. One day Pierce caught her singing though when he came for a surprise to her house and said she had to sing in their band. It became official after she sang for the others as well. They loved her voice and she soon became the lead singer for their band, 'Soulless'.
She looked over at Pierce as he scribbled his next question and secretly smiled. It was true that upon first glance he was a little scary looking, what with the numerous piercings and all, but with a name like Pierce what would one expect. His parents were obvious die hard rock fans too, for when she met them they immediately asked her to sing for them. So Pierce called the other members over and they held a last minute rock session. It was the most fun she could ever remember having. Pierce was handsome, he had dark hair that looked black but was really just a dark brown. He had it in a style that spiked everywhere and had a piercing on his eyebrow that had a chain linking to his ear piercing. She often worried about it getting ripped off in a fight, but he never said anything about it.
The other band members consisted of two other guys and a girl. First there was Brossman, who played the drums. Then there was her other buddy named, Shakru and he played the bass guitar. Last, but definitely not least was, Layla, who played electric guitar. Pierce was the other singer in the group that gladly handed over the role of lead singer to her when he heard her sing. Now he was a back up singer, so they always made sure he had something to sing when they wrote a song.
He tossed the note back on her desk, bringing her back to reality and she slowly opened it:
Cool, be at my house a 6 tonight 'kay? My mom's been asking about you all week and my dad really wants us to put on another jam session. Oh and Brossman wanted me to ask about your newest song so is it done yet? He really wants to see your new lyrics and the play list so we can make our first cd!
She almost laughed at his enthusiasm, but wisely didn't and quickly responded:
Okay, I'll be there! Tell Brossman that he has to wait just like everyone else to see my new lyrics! I can give him the play list though, so I'll give it to him at rehearsal okay?
He quickly read the note when she tossed it back and scribbled a quick answer:
Okay! See 'ya tonight then!
She winked at him in reply and looked at the teacher for the first time. The rest her classes flew by quickly and soon she found herself in the lunch line waiting for her food. Her friends walked in and quickly found her. The kids behind her protested as her friends cut in behind her, but a look from her was all it took to shut them up. They quickly took what they wanted and payed for it. She looked to their usual spot in the corner of the lunchroom and found that someone was in their spot.
'I'll fix that.'
She slowly made her way over to the kids that decided to take over her groups table and cleared her throat. The kids sitting there immediately stopped talking and turned around to look at her.
"What the hell do you want, freak?!" One of the guys asked.
A familiar smirk developed on her ruby lips and her friends quickly exchanged worried looks amongst themselves. Pierce stepped forward and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Pan, don't do anything that'll lead to another suspension."
"Oh don't worry my dear Pierce, I won't. I'm just going to remind them why everyone fears Pan Son. Hold this." She handed Pierce her tray.
He had a little trouble holding the tray without the help of Layla, who came up beside him and put her hand under it to steady it. Once that little problem was taken care of they all turned their attention to their friend.
She grabbed the guy who called her a freak by his collar and held him up so close their noses almost touched.
"Listen boy, I don't know what possessed you to take our spot, but it'll never happen again. Do you understand this?"
Her smirk never left as the boy nodded stupidly in disbelief.
"Poor boy...Does it boggle your mind that I can pick you up with one hand? Well you should know that there is a whole lot more that I can do to you besides just picking you up with one hand. So now that you understand what I can do, I don't expect I'll be finding you in my seat or at my table anytime soon, right?"
The boy nodded vigorously and she dropped him on his rear end.
"Good, now you and your buddies clear out."
Her hands flew to her hips as he quickly shot up from his spot on the floor and scrambled to clear his things. His friends quickly did the same as she tapped her foot in impatience. She turned and smiled sweetly at her friends as they watched the kids clear out for their lives in awe. Pierce handed her the tray of food and she placed it down at the head of the table. She immediately began to eat as her friends came over and did the same.
"Man Pan! How can you be so strong?! I've never seen anything like it before?!" Brossman waved his arms in disbelief.
"I told you, my heritage isn't exactly normal and that's all you guys need to know." Pan pushed the urge down to pat her stomach as she always did in her home.
Some things were just genetic she guessed, since her grandpa, dad and uncle all did the same habit when they were full from a meal. She only did this odd habit in her home though, she didn't need to look any weirder than she already looked in front of her classmates.
School soon ended for the day and she decided to fly over to Capsule Corporation before she went to rehearsal. Dropping down from the ground, she slowly walked over to the door and rang the bell. Bulma opened the door and smiled.
"Why hello Pan! What brings you over today? You usually only come over for Bra's movie nights. You should really come over more often, we miss you around here." Bulma held the door open as Pan stepped in and led her to the kitchen.
'I'm sure you do.' Pan thought bitterly as she thought of Bra spending all her time with Marron and Trunks, who was dating Marron.
"Been busy Bulma." It was the truth after all.
"With?" Bulma didn't turn to look at her as she fixed Pan a snack.
"With life, but if you really must know then I'll tell you. I've been preparing for a contest and I have to practice all the time."
"Contest? What kind of contest?" Bulma finally turned and looked at Pan.
Vegeta walked in and stopped when he felt the tension in the air. He silently looked at the two and waited to see what happened.
"Well...um...just a contest, nothing too important." She tried to drop the subject easily.
"If it wasn't important then you wouldn't be spending so much time preparing for it." Bulma raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Damn...you got me.." Pan dropped her head in defeat and raised her eyes to Bulma, who was waiting for an answer.
"It's for the battle of the bands and I'm going to win." A strange smirk formed on her lips and Bulma's expression became one of shock as she looked at the young woman before her.
Vegeta noticed the look and was a little shocked at her change in demeanor as well. Pan didn't look like a teenager anymore with that look. She looked like a full grown woman. How could they have missed such a change in the girl they've known her entire life. She never used to possess such a confident air about her. The smirk faded and Pan looked like her old self again. Her plain, unrefined self, that never transformed into anything exuberant. The Pan that never truly smiled around anyone, not even her parents.
Vegeta wondered if the girl had ever truly smiled before. Perhaps her idiot grandfather had been the only one to see her true smile, but he would never know for sure now that he was dead. Kakarot, or Goku as everyone called him, had died when Pan was ten and when that day passed she was never the same. Gradually over the years, Pan turned into the young woman he saw before him. A dead shell of a bright woman. How she could be so much more than this. He saw her true beauty under all the layers of lipstick and eyeshadow she wore. With the look she had on now, it looked as if the walking dead were amongst him.
What were those people he had heard of from his Bra? Goth? Ah, yes that was it. Pan was dressed as one of those gothic punks he'd heard of. He had to admit though, she carried the look well. She never lowered her head in shame, for she didn't have anything to be ashamed of.
Pan didn't like the silence that had formed over the trio and decided to break it.
"I have to leave soon. Practice at Pierce's house and all. Just came to retrieve something I left on Bra's last movie night."
"Oh! Of course. I'll just wrap your snack up so you can take it with you."
"That's alright. Vegeta can have it." Pan began to walk out of the kitchen and stopped as she was passing Vegeta.
"I might not be able to make it for movie night this week. It depends on how ready the band is. I'll let you know if I can't make it."
"Oh. Okay then. Goodbye." Bulma lowered the ziplock bag she held in her hand and put it away.
Pan made her way to the room that was dubbed as hers when she was younger and retrieved the microphone she left the last time she was visiting. She quickly turned and left the room as soon as she held it in her hand. When she walked out of the room however, she ran into something firm. A hand quickly steadied her and she looked up to see Trunks staring back at her. She removed the hand from her arm and straightened her sweater.
"Hey Pan. It's a surprise to see you around here. What's up?" His eyes held a bit of concern in them.
"Nothing's wrong Trunks. I just came to get something I left by accident. Now I really have to go, so I'll catch 'ya later."
Pan hid the microphone behind her back and slowly made her retreat.
"Well okay...Bye."
"Bye." Pan turned and left quickly.
It didn't take her long to make it to Pierce's house and soon she was knocking on his door. His mother opened the door and a huge smile crossed her face as she looked at Pan.
"Pan! You're here! Come in! Come in! I'm so happy to see you." She hugged Pan when she entered.
"It's good to see you as well." Pan waited for her to release her from the hug and walked into the living room.
Everyone was already there, so rehearsal started as soon as she was set up.
"So, we gonna hear that new song now?" Brossman asked with an anxious voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll sing it for you guys. You just play your parts."
The music started and Pan closed her eyes as the music made it's way through her ears. She waited for her part and began as soon as she knew it was her time to shine.
This town is our town, so motherfucking glam
We all know the chosen toys,
The caddy girls,
And pretty boys
Make up that face to win the race.
Life's a prick in this town.
Suck my dick in this town.
This town is our town
It is so glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town,
So fucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us. x2
Change our minds
Like we said before,
We're all dreamers,
We're all whores.
Discarded scars like worn out cars
Litter the streets of this town.
This town is our town
So fucking glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town,
So motherfucking glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
Break it down boys.
Human Waste in the house (x3)
Here we fucking go.
This town is our town,
So fucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town
So motherfucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town (x3)
The song ended and everyone cheered as Pan opened her eyes.
"That was fucking awesome!" Pierce's dad jumped up and spun Pan around.
Pan couldn't help but laugh at his obvious love of rock. He put her down and smiled a huge grin.
"You guys are gonna win for sure! I can't wait to see it."
They continued to practice for another hour and decided to call it quits when it became late. Pan bid everyone a good night and left. She walked for a few blocks and took to the sky when she was sure no one would see her. Thirty minutes later Pan entered her house. She didn't even budge when she heard her father stomping down the stairs.
"Where the hell were you?! You're always late!" He didn't even bother to say hello and began to question her.
"Where was I the last time you asked?" She began to take off her sweater and didn't even bother looking at her father.
"Don't you start that shit with me! You're bitch of a mother has already picked a fight with me tonight, so you'd better not do the same!" He looked like he was about pop a blood vessel at this rate and he looked like he wanted to punch something.
"Whatever. I'm going to my room. 'Night Gohan." Pan began to walk as she draped her sweater over her bent arm.
A hand on her shoulder stopped her however and soon she found herself pinned to the wall. She looked into her father's angry eyes and didn't bother letting fear into her system. She was used to it by now. She had long ago closed off her emotions and now she hardly felt a thing when a fist crashed into her face. She let her face fly to the side at the sudden impact and didn't bat an eye at the punch.
"How dare you disrespect me! I am your father! You will address me as such!" He yelled in her face.
Videl came running down at the yell and put her hands over her mouth at the sight in front of her. No matter how many time she came into a room and saw a sight like this, she never got used to it. She never did anything though, just watched as Gohan took his pent up anger out on his expressionless daughter. A daughter who never screamed in pain from the blows. A daughter who never begged for her father to stop hitting her. A daughter who just sat there and took the anger her father dished out. A daughter that took the pain that was supposed to be reserved for her mother. Videl's screams for Gohan to stop filled her ears, but nothing happened. There was no pause in the blows that rained down upon her. Only a continuance of hits that connected to each part of her body.
Soon the blows stopped and Gohan left when his anger drained. Videl ran over to her daughter and lifted her gently from her spot on the floor. She helped her to her room and set her down on the bed. She tended to her wounds and Pan let her mother's words drift throughout the room.
"You always say something back. You should keep quiet. You know how he gets when we fight. Just be good when he starts yelling like that and quietly go to your room. I don't want to see him beating on you all the time."
Be good. Keep quiet. It's always the same. Pan hardly heard a word of it, for she'd heard such words from her mother too many times to listen. Her advice was useless. She'd never been in that situation. Gohan never once hit his wife. So why did he hit his daughter? She didn't know. She probably would never know. Perhaps it was the fact that she had saiyan blood in her and he knew she could handle the punches and occasional kicks that he dished out. It didn't really matter. She never really felt much of the pain. She would always let her mind wander to a far off place where she was truly happy. A place that she knew didn't exist, but would die a thousand deaths to get there.
She waited for her mother to leave and went to her bathroom. She slowly peeled the clothes from her body and looked in the mirror. Bruises covered her body. The new ones that were beginning to show overlapped the old ones that would slowly heal over time. It didn't matter how many bruises healed though, for she would always have bruises in one form or another. On her body...and in her soul. Bruises were everywhere. She took out the razor blade and ran it over her skin softly. Then she pressed down and closed her eyes. In that one instant all the pain in her heart went away. Nirvana took over and she floated from her own personal high. She cut again and again until she could no longer feel pain. The blood flowed from her body and she stepped into the shower.
"Mmm...My blood tastes good." Pan licked at the wounds of her self infliction.
Despite what one would think if they had seen this scene for the first time, Pan wasn't suicidal. She just loved doing crazy things. Pan knew she was crazy and she didn't care. She'd jump from a building an instant if she could, but she didn't need everyone seeing her flying down the side of a building on the 6 o'clock news. So she opted for the silent crazy things such as cutting herself. Her wardrobe was full of long sleeved shirts because of this habit, but she didn't care too much about what she wore. As long as that feeling never went away. The feeling of flying away that came with the cut of a razor blade.
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Okay, some dark stuff here but you know me, an angst Princess! Woo! I love angst stories. Oh and I don't own the song, 'This Town', by Kittie and Korn.
By: Angelwarrior1
Prologue: A Figure of Fear
Disclaimer: I'll only say it once. I don't own Dragonball Z
She walked down the halls as the kids moved away from her. Yeah she was the outcast, but it wasn't like she cared. It wasn't anything different, for she had become accustomed to fading into the background. In fact, she loved it. The fear she felt roll off of people as she passed wasn't something that just anyone could get. Only she could earn such fear from people. Her power was great and she knew how to use it to her advantage in any classroom setting. Her attire didn't placate the fear in her peers and teachers either.
Her wicked grin caused the students around her to head in the other direction. Her long black skirt swished and swayed with each step she took and her black combat boots made a strong thud as she walked. Her oversized black sweater made its way to mid-thigh and the sleeves easily covered her hands, only allowing the tiny fingertips of her hands to show. She never tied her hair up so her long and silky black locks flowed down her back until they stopped just above her backside.
One kid in particular caught her eye and she simply couldn't resist the urge she had. She sensuously walked up to him and stopped right in front of him. He backed up in fear of what she might do, but she quickly filled the void. She smirked an evil smirk and leaned forward until her red lips were almost touching his ear.
"Boo..." She whispered in a husky voice as he jumped back.
She laughed at his obvious fear and continued walking. Soon she came upon Bra's locker and spied her talking to a group of popular kids. Bra spotted her and waved, unashamed of doing so. The others just looked at her in distaste and turned away to continue their conversation. It didn't bother her in the least. Bra turned back to continue talking with her little group so she kept going until she reached her locker.
Tearing down the little posters that were posted daily, most of which contained the words 'Witch' and or 'Slut' on them, she opened the locker and retrieved her books. She had long grown accustomed to the accusations the other students cast upon her and now she simply ignored them. They didn't hurt her anymore, nothing ever did now. Her heart had turned to ice long ago and there wasn't anything she could do to turn it back. As least that's how she felt in her mind.
Walking late to a class was never a big thing for her, all of her teachers were far too afraid of her to say anything about it. So she just walked to her first class idly while the kids around her ran by her in many different directions. It was rather amusing to see the panic stricken kids run around in an attempt to reach their class before the final bell rang. She finally made it to her class and entered with her head held high in a manner that said, 'I own this joint so you can't do jack!'
Sitting down in her seat in the back, one of her only buddies handed her a note. The teacher spotted the exchange, but wisely opted to ignore it when her eyes met with hers. She opened the note out in the open and lazily read it:
Yo Pan, we're getting together at my house for rehearsal so you have to show up! It's gonna be freakin' awesome!
She folded up the note and looked over at her buddy named Pierce. His eyes showed his anxious need for an answer and he smiled when she nodded her head in consent. He quickly motioned for the letter back and she handed it to him. She had met Pierce back in her freshman year and was glad she did. It was obvious that everyone at school would fear her when she began high school, but Pierce didn't. He soon introduced her to his other friends and they all loved her just as much as Pierce. Since they had a band, they asked if she had any hidden talents they should know of and she said no. One day Pierce caught her singing though when he came for a surprise to her house and said she had to sing in their band. It became official after she sang for the others as well. They loved her voice and she soon became the lead singer for their band, 'Soulless'.
She looked over at Pierce as he scribbled his next question and secretly smiled. It was true that upon first glance he was a little scary looking, what with the numerous piercings and all, but with a name like Pierce what would one expect. His parents were obvious die hard rock fans too, for when she met them they immediately asked her to sing for them. So Pierce called the other members over and they held a last minute rock session. It was the most fun she could ever remember having. Pierce was handsome, he had dark hair that looked black but was really just a dark brown. He had it in a style that spiked everywhere and had a piercing on his eyebrow that had a chain linking to his ear piercing. She often worried about it getting ripped off in a fight, but he never said anything about it.
The other band members consisted of two other guys and a girl. First there was Brossman, who played the drums. Then there was her other buddy named, Shakru and he played the bass guitar. Last, but definitely not least was, Layla, who played electric guitar. Pierce was the other singer in the group that gladly handed over the role of lead singer to her when he heard her sing. Now he was a back up singer, so they always made sure he had something to sing when they wrote a song.
He tossed the note back on her desk, bringing her back to reality and she slowly opened it:
Cool, be at my house a 6 tonight 'kay? My mom's been asking about you all week and my dad really wants us to put on another jam session. Oh and Brossman wanted me to ask about your newest song so is it done yet? He really wants to see your new lyrics and the play list so we can make our first cd!
She almost laughed at his enthusiasm, but wisely didn't and quickly responded:
Okay, I'll be there! Tell Brossman that he has to wait just like everyone else to see my new lyrics! I can give him the play list though, so I'll give it to him at rehearsal okay?
He quickly read the note when she tossed it back and scribbled a quick answer:
Okay! See 'ya tonight then!
She winked at him in reply and looked at the teacher for the first time. The rest her classes flew by quickly and soon she found herself in the lunch line waiting for her food. Her friends walked in and quickly found her. The kids behind her protested as her friends cut in behind her, but a look from her was all it took to shut them up. They quickly took what they wanted and payed for it. She looked to their usual spot in the corner of the lunchroom and found that someone was in their spot.
'I'll fix that.'
She slowly made her way over to the kids that decided to take over her groups table and cleared her throat. The kids sitting there immediately stopped talking and turned around to look at her.
"What the hell do you want, freak?!" One of the guys asked.
A familiar smirk developed on her ruby lips and her friends quickly exchanged worried looks amongst themselves. Pierce stepped forward and placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Pan, don't do anything that'll lead to another suspension."
"Oh don't worry my dear Pierce, I won't. I'm just going to remind them why everyone fears Pan Son. Hold this." She handed Pierce her tray.
He had a little trouble holding the tray without the help of Layla, who came up beside him and put her hand under it to steady it. Once that little problem was taken care of they all turned their attention to their friend.
She grabbed the guy who called her a freak by his collar and held him up so close their noses almost touched.
"Listen boy, I don't know what possessed you to take our spot, but it'll never happen again. Do you understand this?"
Her smirk never left as the boy nodded stupidly in disbelief.
"Poor boy...Does it boggle your mind that I can pick you up with one hand? Well you should know that there is a whole lot more that I can do to you besides just picking you up with one hand. So now that you understand what I can do, I don't expect I'll be finding you in my seat or at my table anytime soon, right?"
The boy nodded vigorously and she dropped him on his rear end.
"Good, now you and your buddies clear out."
Her hands flew to her hips as he quickly shot up from his spot on the floor and scrambled to clear his things. His friends quickly did the same as she tapped her foot in impatience. She turned and smiled sweetly at her friends as they watched the kids clear out for their lives in awe. Pierce handed her the tray of food and she placed it down at the head of the table. She immediately began to eat as her friends came over and did the same.
"Man Pan! How can you be so strong?! I've never seen anything like it before?!" Brossman waved his arms in disbelief.
"I told you, my heritage isn't exactly normal and that's all you guys need to know." Pan pushed the urge down to pat her stomach as she always did in her home.
Some things were just genetic she guessed, since her grandpa, dad and uncle all did the same habit when they were full from a meal. She only did this odd habit in her home though, she didn't need to look any weirder than she already looked in front of her classmates.
School soon ended for the day and she decided to fly over to Capsule Corporation before she went to rehearsal. Dropping down from the ground, she slowly walked over to the door and rang the bell. Bulma opened the door and smiled.
"Why hello Pan! What brings you over today? You usually only come over for Bra's movie nights. You should really come over more often, we miss you around here." Bulma held the door open as Pan stepped in and led her to the kitchen.
'I'm sure you do.' Pan thought bitterly as she thought of Bra spending all her time with Marron and Trunks, who was dating Marron.
"Been busy Bulma." It was the truth after all.
"With?" Bulma didn't turn to look at her as she fixed Pan a snack.
"With life, but if you really must know then I'll tell you. I've been preparing for a contest and I have to practice all the time."
"Contest? What kind of contest?" Bulma finally turned and looked at Pan.
Vegeta walked in and stopped when he felt the tension in the air. He silently looked at the two and waited to see what happened.
"Well...um...just a contest, nothing too important." She tried to drop the subject easily.
"If it wasn't important then you wouldn't be spending so much time preparing for it." Bulma raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Damn...you got me.." Pan dropped her head in defeat and raised her eyes to Bulma, who was waiting for an answer.
"It's for the battle of the bands and I'm going to win." A strange smirk formed on her lips and Bulma's expression became one of shock as she looked at the young woman before her.
Vegeta noticed the look and was a little shocked at her change in demeanor as well. Pan didn't look like a teenager anymore with that look. She looked like a full grown woman. How could they have missed such a change in the girl they've known her entire life. She never used to possess such a confident air about her. The smirk faded and Pan looked like her old self again. Her plain, unrefined self, that never transformed into anything exuberant. The Pan that never truly smiled around anyone, not even her parents.
Vegeta wondered if the girl had ever truly smiled before. Perhaps her idiot grandfather had been the only one to see her true smile, but he would never know for sure now that he was dead. Kakarot, or Goku as everyone called him, had died when Pan was ten and when that day passed she was never the same. Gradually over the years, Pan turned into the young woman he saw before him. A dead shell of a bright woman. How she could be so much more than this. He saw her true beauty under all the layers of lipstick and eyeshadow she wore. With the look she had on now, it looked as if the walking dead were amongst him.
What were those people he had heard of from his Bra? Goth? Ah, yes that was it. Pan was dressed as one of those gothic punks he'd heard of. He had to admit though, she carried the look well. She never lowered her head in shame, for she didn't have anything to be ashamed of.
Pan didn't like the silence that had formed over the trio and decided to break it.
"I have to leave soon. Practice at Pierce's house and all. Just came to retrieve something I left on Bra's last movie night."
"Oh! Of course. I'll just wrap your snack up so you can take it with you."
"That's alright. Vegeta can have it." Pan began to walk out of the kitchen and stopped as she was passing Vegeta.
"I might not be able to make it for movie night this week. It depends on how ready the band is. I'll let you know if I can't make it."
"Oh. Okay then. Goodbye." Bulma lowered the ziplock bag she held in her hand and put it away.
Pan made her way to the room that was dubbed as hers when she was younger and retrieved the microphone she left the last time she was visiting. She quickly turned and left the room as soon as she held it in her hand. When she walked out of the room however, she ran into something firm. A hand quickly steadied her and she looked up to see Trunks staring back at her. She removed the hand from her arm and straightened her sweater.
"Hey Pan. It's a surprise to see you around here. What's up?" His eyes held a bit of concern in them.
"Nothing's wrong Trunks. I just came to get something I left by accident. Now I really have to go, so I'll catch 'ya later."
Pan hid the microphone behind her back and slowly made her retreat.
"Well okay...Bye."
"Bye." Pan turned and left quickly.
It didn't take her long to make it to Pierce's house and soon she was knocking on his door. His mother opened the door and a huge smile crossed her face as she looked at Pan.
"Pan! You're here! Come in! Come in! I'm so happy to see you." She hugged Pan when she entered.
"It's good to see you as well." Pan waited for her to release her from the hug and walked into the living room.
Everyone was already there, so rehearsal started as soon as she was set up.
"So, we gonna hear that new song now?" Brossman asked with an anxious voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll sing it for you guys. You just play your parts."
The music started and Pan closed her eyes as the music made it's way through her ears. She waited for her part and began as soon as she knew it was her time to shine.
This town is our town, so motherfucking glam
We all know the chosen toys,
The caddy girls,
And pretty boys
Make up that face to win the race.
Life's a prick in this town.
Suck my dick in this town.
This town is our town
It is so glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town,
So fucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us. x2
Change our minds
Like we said before,
We're all dreamers,
We're all whores.
Discarded scars like worn out cars
Litter the streets of this town.
This town is our town
So fucking glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town,
So motherfucking glamorous,
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
Break it down boys.
Human Waste in the house (x3)
Here we fucking go.
This town is our town,
So fucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town is our town
So motherfucking glamorous
I'd bet you'd live here
If you could
And be one of us.
This town (x3)
The song ended and everyone cheered as Pan opened her eyes.
"That was fucking awesome!" Pierce's dad jumped up and spun Pan around.
Pan couldn't help but laugh at his obvious love of rock. He put her down and smiled a huge grin.
"You guys are gonna win for sure! I can't wait to see it."
They continued to practice for another hour and decided to call it quits when it became late. Pan bid everyone a good night and left. She walked for a few blocks and took to the sky when she was sure no one would see her. Thirty minutes later Pan entered her house. She didn't even budge when she heard her father stomping down the stairs.
"Where the hell were you?! You're always late!" He didn't even bother to say hello and began to question her.
"Where was I the last time you asked?" She began to take off her sweater and didn't even bother looking at her father.
"Don't you start that shit with me! You're bitch of a mother has already picked a fight with me tonight, so you'd better not do the same!" He looked like he was about pop a blood vessel at this rate and he looked like he wanted to punch something.
"Whatever. I'm going to my room. 'Night Gohan." Pan began to walk as she draped her sweater over her bent arm.
A hand on her shoulder stopped her however and soon she found herself pinned to the wall. She looked into her father's angry eyes and didn't bother letting fear into her system. She was used to it by now. She had long ago closed off her emotions and now she hardly felt a thing when a fist crashed into her face. She let her face fly to the side at the sudden impact and didn't bat an eye at the punch.
"How dare you disrespect me! I am your father! You will address me as such!" He yelled in her face.
Videl came running down at the yell and put her hands over her mouth at the sight in front of her. No matter how many time she came into a room and saw a sight like this, she never got used to it. She never did anything though, just watched as Gohan took his pent up anger out on his expressionless daughter. A daughter who never screamed in pain from the blows. A daughter who never begged for her father to stop hitting her. A daughter who just sat there and took the anger her father dished out. A daughter that took the pain that was supposed to be reserved for her mother. Videl's screams for Gohan to stop filled her ears, but nothing happened. There was no pause in the blows that rained down upon her. Only a continuance of hits that connected to each part of her body.
Soon the blows stopped and Gohan left when his anger drained. Videl ran over to her daughter and lifted her gently from her spot on the floor. She helped her to her room and set her down on the bed. She tended to her wounds and Pan let her mother's words drift throughout the room.
"You always say something back. You should keep quiet. You know how he gets when we fight. Just be good when he starts yelling like that and quietly go to your room. I don't want to see him beating on you all the time."
Be good. Keep quiet. It's always the same. Pan hardly heard a word of it, for she'd heard such words from her mother too many times to listen. Her advice was useless. She'd never been in that situation. Gohan never once hit his wife. So why did he hit his daughter? She didn't know. She probably would never know. Perhaps it was the fact that she had saiyan blood in her and he knew she could handle the punches and occasional kicks that he dished out. It didn't really matter. She never really felt much of the pain. She would always let her mind wander to a far off place where she was truly happy. A place that she knew didn't exist, but would die a thousand deaths to get there.
She waited for her mother to leave and went to her bathroom. She slowly peeled the clothes from her body and looked in the mirror. Bruises covered her body. The new ones that were beginning to show overlapped the old ones that would slowly heal over time. It didn't matter how many bruises healed though, for she would always have bruises in one form or another. On her body...and in her soul. Bruises were everywhere. She took out the razor blade and ran it over her skin softly. Then she pressed down and closed her eyes. In that one instant all the pain in her heart went away. Nirvana took over and she floated from her own personal high. She cut again and again until she could no longer feel pain. The blood flowed from her body and she stepped into the shower.
"Mmm...My blood tastes good." Pan licked at the wounds of her self infliction.
Despite what one would think if they had seen this scene for the first time, Pan wasn't suicidal. She just loved doing crazy things. Pan knew she was crazy and she didn't care. She'd jump from a building an instant if she could, but she didn't need everyone seeing her flying down the side of a building on the 6 o'clock news. So she opted for the silent crazy things such as cutting herself. Her wardrobe was full of long sleeved shirts because of this habit, but she didn't care too much about what she wore. As long as that feeling never went away. The feeling of flying away that came with the cut of a razor blade.
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Okay, some dark stuff here but you know me, an angst Princess! Woo! I love angst stories. Oh and I don't own the song, 'This Town', by Kittie and Korn.