Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Graduation Night Ruined ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: No, I do not own the DBZ/GT characters. This is sooooo pointless.

“Oh man, oh man, I’m going to be soooo late!” I shouted as I flew through the air at top speed trying to reach my home before I was in huge trouble.

“PAN!!!!!!,” a voice yelled from the building I knew as my only home, “YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS IN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!! OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!!!!!!!!!”

Man, mom could be really scary when the need of it arose, I thought as my feet touched down on the sidewalk in front of the two story house. I already knew I was in trouble with mom but man, now I know I am for grandma, Bulma, and Bra are all here. I might as well sign my death wish for I won’t ever see my next birthday.

“PAN SAMANTHA SON! Where were you?!” mom screamed as soon as I had opened the front room coming face to face with the three furious females.

“Uh....I....you see....um,” I stuttered as I saw Grandma Chi Chi go for the famous frying pan that would make any Son descendant shiver in absolute terror.

“Well?” Bulma questioned as she rose from the couch in the living room, her hands on her hips, and her foot tapping.

“I was....shopping?” I said, oh please let this work, because this was the only excuse they would think to be excusable.

“Yeah right! That’ll be the day! That’ll be about the same time I start fighting!” Bra shouted in my face, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to strangle someone so bad before.

“Fine whatever!” I yelled in exasperation, let them punish me as they wish. I may only be a quarter Saiyan, but the Saiyan was dominant over my human blood, I could get through whatever they sent my way.
Surprisingly, well maybe not, they didn’t yell or go on about what a dits I was, oh no, I got far worse......... the dreaded silent treatment. Great! And that was when I noticed that the baritone voice of my father was not there yelling at me as well. What in the world! He should be here!

“DAD! Where’s dad?!” I yelled at the now bewildered women.

“He had to go with Goku, Goten, Trunks, and Vegeta. It seems that Freeza has shown his ugly head once again and is stronger than ever. Why?” mom stated as she finally turned around and looked me in the eyes.

All I did was stare at her few moments and my mother’s face changed to one that meant she was boss and said, “No Pan, you’ve got graduation. You are not going. Now up to you room and get changed. Chi Chi if you don’t mind, please go with her to make sure she doesn’t fly off.”

Damn it, she knew me way to well for my liking, I thought as I stomped the stairs to my room. Reaching the door to my room I turned the knob and stepped in, letting my grandmother enter before I shut the door behind us.

I saw grandma go to my closet that was not like most girls’. It had three sets of jeans hanging on hangers, followed by four red shirts, on the floor of the closet set one pair of shoes, well except for my high heels that I was expected to wear tonight. And there, at the very end of the closet hung my blood red or rose red dress that I despised.

“Oh it’s so pretty! Don’t you think so Pan?” grandma said as she took the covering off the terrible thing that I felt like ripping up this very moment.

“No,” I huffed out as my grandmother grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me towards her. The dress was thrown into my hands and then I was shoved behind the changing screen in the corner and so I changed.

Once I emerged I noticed that the rest of the women were in the room, groaning I sat down on the bed and let them take over. Bra ran for her purse and pulled out all her makeup. Rushing over again she put red lipstick on my lips, pink blush on my already flushed cheeks, dark pink eyeshadow on my eye lids, and added sparkles to my cheeks and across the tip of my nose. But the make over wasn’t done, oh no, next came the nails. Painting them red along with my toe nails, Bra sighed satisfied with the outcome.
Next was Bulma’s turn, but that wasn’t too bad, all Bulma did was put the way to high of heels for my taste. That ended soon, but my mom’s turn didn’t. Grabbing a brush and a curling iron I was cornered and attacked by her.

At the end of the long and agonizing ordeal I hardly recognized myself. My hair fell in curls down to my shoulders, my face glowed, and my red dress and shoes shone in the light. I felt like I had stepped into a completely different person’s shoes, like a plastic. Ewwww!

“Oh, my baby is all grown up!” my mother wailed into grandma’s shoulder. Bra was talking on her cell phone and smirking, while Bulma stared at me with a smile and tears falling down her face. Great!

“Um, guys...” I started.

“Girls,” Grandma Chi Chi corrected.

“Fine, girls, could you pleases leave me for awhile?” I asked as I felt that I desperately needed to write in my journal.

“Alright dear,” Bulma replied as she pulled the other three out of the room.

Running to my desk I pulled out my journal, and my pen. Throwing myself on my bed I started writing.

Dear Diary,

I feel strange, like I’m not really here. Do they not get it? After fourteen years they still do not understand that this is not me. I don’t like makeup, dresses, shopping, or anything of the sort. No, I like sparring, fighting bad guys, video games, and writing. If only they understood, maybe I wouldn’t be so anxious to escape and go to America. I don’t want to get out there in front of all those people tonight, no, I’d rather be fighting alongside dad, beating the crap out of that Freeza guy. But that won’t happen because I can’t even turn Super Saiyan yet. Just you wait, when I come back after I graduate from highschool I’ll be stronger than they ever thought I could be. I’ll show them that I’m no wuss.
Your Faithful Writer

“Pan! Let’s go!” the sound of Bra’s voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs.

“Coming!” I yelled back as I stuffed my journal into the desk drawer once more.

Walking quickly down the stairs, I raced to the car and hopped in. Fastening my seatbelt, I watched nervously out the window. Something was wrong, I could see the distant fighting of my family and friends against the tyrant Freeza. Energy blasts being exchanged from one fighter to the next. I don’t know what it was but, something was going to happen, but I didn’t know what. I tried to shove this feeling away but I couldn’t, the feeling of dread remained.
Stepping out of the car once we arrived I looked at the huge building that was the gymnasium, looming above me with frighteningly large amount of people in it’s walls. Mom put her gentle yet forceful hand in the middle of my back and shoved me forward. We walked quietly towards the entrance where Bra was immediately surrounded by Maria, who wore a purple, form fitting dress that only went to her knees. Her eyes were surrounded by purple, along with her nails. She had dark purple heels, and even had a purplish glaze over her perfectly shaped lips. Her blonde hair was in a sloppy bun, two curly strands of hair fell to frame her pale face. Her crystal blue eyes had perfectly plucked eyebrows framing them, and on her ears she had hoops and purple studs. Next came Nancy with her off the shoulders, just above the knee, silver dress. Silver heels, and silver makeup adorned that night. She had silver ribbons set throughout her hair. Joining the crowd was Betsy who wore all blue, Valerie in gold, Courtney in yellow, Xenia in black of course, Zena in orange, and Bra welcomed them with open arms, showing of her pink dress that she had ordered in from Paris.

Twenty minutes later, all the students were called up to the stage, and they began calling off names.

“Maria Alan, we like to say what a fantastic leader and romodel you have been to the young 7th grade this year. You really pulled our Big Sister/Big Brother program together, and I and the rest of the faculty would like to welcome you to highschool. Can we have a round of applause for Miss. Alan,” Mr. Smith, our principal, said as the entire crowd broke out into applause. While I sat there waiting my turn rolling my eyes at his statement for the plastic.

“Yuline Barter, we would like to say what a wonderful job you have done in the drama department. You have definitely inspired many a pupils to perform their best. We would like to welcome you into the exciting life of highschool,” Mr. Adams, our drama teacher, said as he patted the pale white student on the back.

“Bra Briefs, we certainly thought it uh....special to have you this year and hope to see your interesting talents next year. Welcome to highschool,” Miss. Deacon, our P.E. coach, stated as her haded over the piece of paper to the blue haired teen.

“Rita Coastal, we uh....would like to announce what a wonderful job this fine young lady does in our foreign language classes. So far she is able to surpass everyone, it’s almost as if this darling child can speak it before she ever came in to my class on the first day,” Mrs. Fankhouser, our speech teacher, explained as she literally trembled in fear, and when Rita took the graduating paper, Mrs. Fankhouser yanked back her hand as if she’d been bitten.

“Betsy Daniels, well we would like to say she did pass this year. Good job Betsy!” Mr. Roberts, our special ED teacher, exclaimed as Betsy hopped up from her seat and skipped over to the teacher.

“Didi Ever, what can you say to a student like this, except what a privilege it has been to have her and I hope to be blessed enough to see her next year,” Mr. Peters, our spelling teacher, cheered as the a triumphant smile plastered itself onto her plump cheeks.
“Valerie Falcon, we certainly have appreciated you on the newspaper and yearbook team. We hope to have you again. You certainly seem to know all that’s going on,” the newspaper/yearbook leader, Miss. Williams, said.

“Courtney Graham, it was inspiring to have you as my student when you designed those wonderful outfits. It really seemed your heart and soul was poured into every tiny fiber,” the clothes design teacher said.

And so the went the rest of the production. Instead of telling you all of it, I’ll save you the misery, I’ll skip to when I was to step up and receive my paper. When the mayhem began.

“Pan Son, wow. I mean wow! You’d would probably be better at giving this speech than I would but seeing you are not a teacher I guess I got the responsibility. Miss. Son as been just amazing. There are no words that I can say to but in regard to how nice it has been to have a student with actually a passion to write. I would like to welcome you to highschool!” my writing teacher stated with enthusiasm.

And that’s when it happened. I stood to receive the document when the entire south wall of the gym exploded in pieces of cement and shattered glass. Thousands of innocent people were buried alive, thankfully my mother was strong enough to lift the pieces of cement of the rest of the family. The room was filled with terror as they ran in the opposite direction of the blast, racing for the back exit.

Jumping off the stage, I ran to where the once cement wall stood, and looking up into the starless night I saw the tyrant known as Freeza. I had never seen the beast, it was before my time, but from the stories that were told there was no doubt in my mind that, that was him. He had silver or white skin, except for a few purple patches on his body. But where was the others, they weren’t there, what if......oh no.

“MOM, MOM, HAVE YOU SEEN DAD!” I screamed over all the noise that echoed at the scene.

“NO!” mother hollered back as she was herded out of the building with the rest of the frantic crowd.

Without wasting another moment I flew to the air and took off. Freeza had taken off somewhere
by then, so the citizens were safe.....for now.

“DAD!” I hollered through the still night air, I was alone and I needed to find the other fast.

“GRANDPA!!”

“VEGETA!!!”

“GOTEN!!!!”
“TRUNKS!!!!!”

“ ;ANYBODY!!!!!!”

I was desperate for some kind of answer. I had no idea if they were alive or dead. Passed out, or dying as we speak. The night was dark and could hardly see my own two hands. I felt silly flying around so dolled up, but I couldn’t care less. Out of the blue I received the answer I had been searching for, I don’t know what it was, it was like some was talking to me in my head, calling me to land. And so I did. Landing on the Earth I listened for any kind of movement, any at all. Far off in the distance I spotted a huge rock move ever so slightly.

Gathering my wits, knowing it could be a trap, I dashed over to the spot and grabbing onto the stone I heaved away, hearing it land in the distance. Hardly breathing I took in the damage to the poor male Saiyan. He definitely had a broken arm for it twisted up disgustingly in the wrong direction, a bone in his leg was sticking out, blood trickled from somewhere on top of his head.

“Vegeta,” I breathed out as I knelt down to the fallen warrior’s side. “Can you move?”

“What does it look like brat?” the Saiyan King retorted as he winced in pain, at least he was still as mouthy as always.

“Alright, don’t budge, I’ll get Bulma,” I whispered as I flew off into the night.

Ten minutes later I returned with a hysterical Chi Chi, a grief stricken mother, a sobbing Bulma, and a blubbering Bra. And as for me, I was hitting my head on the side of a rock by now, they were driving me up the wall.

“Pan, go see if you can sense any of the others,” Bulma said as she and the other females hoisted Vegeta up, his agnizing screams filling the air.

Walking off I tried to sense any other ki that I might have missed, but to my dismay I was not calm enough to concentrate no matter how I tried. So I kept searching around, hoping to find something.

Walking onto a flat rock in the middle of the rubble I heard a groan come from underneath where I was standing. Flipping the annoying rock aside, I found my father in worst condition than what I had found Vegeta in. His arms were broken with bones sticking out, his legs would not move, and his eyes were no longer in their sockets.

“Dad it’s me, Pan,” I choked out as I saw one of the strongest men laying there so beat up.

“Hey guys!” I hollered in the distance.

“Girls!” someone shouted back, correcting what I had said.

“Fine girls! I found dad!” I heard the car that Bulma had brought start over, and it’s headlights turn on. After the car’s occupants saw my position, I took off, I didn’t want to see their reaction.

Exploring once again I almost screamed when I saw my beloved grandfather hanging upside down from a tree branch. His ears were torn off and his arms broken. But for the most part, he was better off than the other two.

“Grandpa! Can you hear me?!”

“Pan? What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, what’s it look like?”

He let out a soft chuckle as he broke himself free and landed directly in front of me. Joy spread through me as I saw that he was able to stand. His legs were perfectly fine, as well as the rest of him except for the mention things earlier. Tears fell as I smiled up at adoring ancestor who had always been there for me.

“Grandpa, have you seen Goten or Trunks?”

“Yeah, I saw Goten, he’s just a few yards away, I’ll show you.”

We walked a bit, until we came to a old tree that was by a small stream. Sitting on one of the limbs was Goten, his face twisted with pain.

“Goten!” I yelled as I waved my arms above my head. My now loose hair bounced into my face as I jumped with glee.

“Hey Pan, thought you had that graduation thing,” Goten managed to get out as I now notice the way his two legs dangled down in a way they were no suppose to.

“You know me, just can’t stay away. Besides Freeza pretty much spoiled that whole ordeal,” I explained as I remembered the mess at the school.

“What happened?” grandpa asked.

“Freeza came and blew up the south wall to the gym. Mom was able to protect Bulma and Chi Chi, but I don’t how many were buried. It was awful. He didn’t stay or follow me when I flew off,” I said as I shook my head at the memory.

“Wow!” the two males exclaimed in unison.

As I looked up I saw the most awful thing I had ever seen. Mom and the others had to take Vegeta and dad back to Capsule Corps, and would return as soon as the car was no longer full. Up on a cliff stood the sinister Freeza, a malicious smirk spread across his devil of a face. His face lighting up with the occasional flash of the storm that had rolled in.

“Well look what we have here, a trio of monkeys,” the tyrant taunted as he flew down to where we were standing.

I could hear grandpa and Goten inhale sharply as they knew of out situation. They were not able to fight, and I was not strong enough. There seemed to be no hope what so ever. So, without thinking really I flew into the air, hoping the alien would follow, he didn’t. Deciding he needed a little nudge, I shot my very first Kamehameha(spelling?) Wave directly at the beast hoping to hit him straight on. No expecting it, the blast nicked his right cheek as he dodged out of the way. Giving me a death glare he took off in my direction, good, no wait, now he was after me. Flying at full speed I tried to get him away from my family, ignoring the yells of my two relatives on the ground.

“Big mistake,” Freeza said as he caught up to me and grabbed hold of my waist as I squirmed, trying to escape his grasp. But, to no avail.

I was soon hurtled to a still standing cliff about fifty feet away. As I hit the air was knocked out of my lungs forcefully, my head hit as I saw dots form before my eyes, and my back bled from the impact. Although I felt weak I needed to rise and distract him longer so my grandfather and uncle could be rescued.

Getting to my feet I stood looking at him in the eye, sending a glare of my very own. Forming a huge ball of energy in his hand, I mentally said farewell to my loved ones as I saw him hurtle it to me. There was no was to dodge it, and no way to block it. Out of no where appeared a hard chest and two strong arms, encircling me from the front, blocking the monstrous attack from hitting me. As it hit my rescuer, I felt the wind rush around us as we fell into the ground. The form on top of me didn’t move but he was still alive and conscious, he was waiting for Freeza to move on.

After several moments he lifted himself off me. Expecting to see my uncle of grandfather, I was surprised to see two pained yet laughing blue eyes. Smiling up at him with gratitude, he helped me up, and dusted his lavender hair with the palm of his hand. Circling him like a buzzard I searched for any sign of injury besides that of his back where he had been hit by the blast. There was none.

“How did you get away from all the beating the rest did?” I asked.

“Luck I guess.”

“Yeah right.”

“Truthfully, I’m not really sure. I just kept thinking of you girls in town, and it seemed to help.”

“That’s not all is it?”
“Well, no, but I didn’t want to seem as if I was bragging. I went to the next level.”

“You mean.....”

“Yeah, Super Saiyan 3.”

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So, what did ya think. Again, I would’ve had this updated long ago, but my computer crashed with 10 different viruses on it. So I was kind of out of a computer for a bit. I hope this makes up for it though, because this is 10 pages long. Thank you to all who reviewed, it seems this is going to be a hit. Please review. And if you have any questions, don’t’ be afraid to ask. See ya!

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