Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ 18, And Homeward Bound ( Chapter 10 )
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By: CowgirlUSA 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.13.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 318 | Status: Completed
A/N: Hi everyone! What’s up? I’m in a really good mood right now, and have no idea why. Oh wait, yes I do, Toonami and Adult Swim comes on tonight! YAY! (Wrote on Saturday__duh!)
Now, without further ado, I present you with the next conclusion of the story...
That line kept playing over and over through my head. I was done. School was completely over for me. I would never have to worry about studying for a huge exam, never would I worry about completing a project on time, and best of all, no more school lunches. But still, to awake each morning at ten o’clock, and not worry that you are late to class is an awesome feeling, something I have been waiting for since I came here four years ago this September.
Rising from my ruffled bed, I looked out the opened windows of my white room. America was beautiful, but I couldn’t wait to go home. To see everyone’s faces again was something I had been waiting for, for a very long time. I am sure there will be a huge party thrown by none other than Bulma herself as Vegeta sits in the background and grumbles about how stupid this is. I loved those gatherings, I mean, I will get to see everyone again.
“PAN! HELP!” Uub’s voice carried into my room, and I rolled my eyes, he was completely hopeless.
“What is it now?” I walked out of my room, sensing for his ki, trying to locate what part of the house he was in.
I finally found him in the kitchen, standing before the sink with a very frustrated look on his dark face. His eyes were angry and exhausted, as he stared in my direction, and I cocked my head in a curious fashion. What had put him in such a state? His forehead was scrunched up into wrinkles of concentration as his mouth slightly pouted.
Shrugging my shoulders, I made my way over to his figure, and the sight I saw sent me laughing. His thumb had become quite stuck in the kitchen sink’s faucet. Water was seeping out from around the edge, his thumb very wrinkled with the constant exposure to the moisture. Shaking my head, I grabbed a hold of his hand and tugged with all my might. Frustrated, I looked at the still nonmoving appendage lodged in the metal object. There was only one way to get this job done.
“Hey, Uub, one question,” I stood next to him, watching as he moved his hand as far as he could from side to side, and up and down.
“Huh?” his eyes looked at my straight form with curiosity, his face confused, and his head slightly leaning to the right.
“How did you get your thumb stuck in there?” I looked at him with a smirk, this was going to be good.
“Well, you see, you know how it has been leaking for awhile?” Nodding my head, he continued with his explanation as his face grew darker and darker with his ever growing blush. “Well, I thought that I could stop it, and, so, I tried fixing it.”
“By sticking your thumb in it? Brilliant!” I cried sarcastically, and he looked away, trying to hide from my heated gaze.
“No, that didn’t come til later. See, I found some tools downstairs, and, I kind of tried taking a wrench to tighten the thing. Well, that didn’t exactly work, so I got frustrated, and there was a hammer in reach, and I hit it repeatedly,” his eyes sought mine, and I lowered my eyebrows at him, while my hands flew to my hips. The imbecile!
“Oh, so you thought that would fix it, huh?” his form backed as far away as he possibly could from where he stood.
“Well, no, I was just really upset. Anyways, that only caused the water to gush out, so in a panic, since I knew your temper, I thought maybe I could hide it. Problem was, I got my thumb stuck with no hope of getting it back out on my own,” shaking my head, I smiled, Uub was the only person I knew who would try something like that.
Powering up, my black hair turning golden I stood behind the slightly flustered man. My once straight hair was now wavy, and a stronger aura flowed out from me in huge waves. Hair falling down below my shoulders, I reminisced about the time when I first transformed, and was surprised to find that my hair did not stand on end like the others. But could you blame me for being surprised, I am the first female Saiyan to actually transform.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, I tried to be as careful as I could, I didn’t want to brake it, which would be ever so easy to do. Gripping the counter top firmly, to steady myself as I pulled, we tugged together. Inch by slow inch, the thumb slipped its way out of the old, antique pipe. Water sprayed everywhere. Glaring, I threw his hand to the side, and walked my way over to the phone, trying to look up the number for the plumber.
Grabbing a towel off the kitchen table, Uub rubbed his hands dry absentmindedly. His concentration solely directed at the woman in front of him. He wondered when they would return to Japan, as far as he was concerned, leaving this house would be the best thing to ever happen. Patting his pocket soothingly, he felt the faint outline of the already boughten ticket, he was ready, but she had yet to get one. What was stopping her?
Looking for the number, I searched frantically as a good sized puddle formed on the hard wood floor. We couldn’t afford any damage at the moment. If we wanted this place sold, we had to keep it in top condition, which was quite hard when you live with a knucklehead such as Uub. A faint smile formed on my parted lips as I dialed the number, and digressed to my original level of power.
“Hello?”
“My name’s Son Pan, and unfortunately my kitchen faucet is spraying water everywhere. Our floor is already under an inch.”
“Yes.”
Listing our address, I said my goodbyes and hung up the aged wall phone that had been around for what seemed like hundreds of years. The plastic gleamed in the kitchen light, reflecting the florescent bulb’s dull glow. Feet squishing noisily, water seeping into my soaked socks with each step I took. This was a mess, and with the house up for sale in one week, which I still have neglected to tell Uub, we were going to have to pull together and get this place ready. We’re toast!
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“Bye house!” I called out of the passenger side window of Uub’s midnight black mustang, the house had sold the very first week we put it on the market, and now we were headed home.
It seemed as if I was living in a dream. Just yesterday I had spoken with Grandma Chi Chi, mama and daddy, and then Bulma, announcing that Uub and I would be home shortly. Of course they had never meant Uub first hand, but through the years of talking back and forth, Uub and my family had got to know each other as well as they possibly could. Heck, my dad even loved him, I’m sure if he didn’t have a family already, my parents would have tried and adopting him.
“You’re insane, you know that?” the baritone voice of Uub breaking me out of my musings, he had a knack for doing that.
“Yeah, I know, but you love me anyways,” shaking his head, he started the engine, revving the vehicle to life, and we both waved goodbye to our home.
With the windows rolled down, I let the wind whip my hair about my face, the smell of fresh rained on pines filling my senses. I watched the scenery fly by, beautiful hills of green with cattle or sometimes the occasional horse grazing. Then there were the fields with the growing corn or soybeans, and maybe with freshly mown hay, I would never regret moving out into the country with Uub, it was stunning.
A farmer was out on his Allis Chalmers XT 190, raking up the mown hay into a neat heap of a row. Another Allis Chalmers followed close behind, a bailer hooked to the back of it, and the lines of hay would roll into the bailer, looking as if the machine was eating it whole. Then, when there was enough, the back part of it would lift, and a freshly made bail would appear, almost like magic.
To say the least, I was kind of doing to miss this place, it was beautiful and quaint. The neighbors were people you could really count on if the need arose, and there were always some kind of fund-raiser for some needy family that was being held in the community’s park. Sometimes I wished that the big cities could pull together like the small town’s could, then maybe there wouldn’t be so much killing and violence.
Sighing, I couldn’t help but fall into a state of melancholy, though I was excited about being reunited, I would miss the freedom, and the place I called home for such a long time. Shaking my head from side to side, I tried to rid myself of such depressing thoughts, in a mere two days, I would be knocking on my parents’ house, and be enveloped into their strong embrace.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the thought of riding in a plane again out of my head. But not just that, I would have to switch airplanes at various airports, it was a scary thought. Suddenly, I noticed, that my skin felt ice cold, the hot burning heat of sun not able to break through the frozen shield that seemed to form around my goose-bumped arm.
Looking my way, Uub read the many thoughts that floated across my face, how he had become so good at it, I would never know. Knowing that unease I was feeling, he slipped his large hand over my small one, attempting to comfort me in the slightest. Smiling up at him, I gripped his hand tighter, I was glad that I wouldn’t be alone through all of this, my brother would be by my side.
“Don’t worry Pan-Chan, everything will be fine, you just wait,” nodding my head, I stared out my window, bidding the country farewell, one last time.
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“Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing momentarily,” the pilot’s voice crackled slightly over the intercom, jolting me from my sleep.
“Look outside Pan, and welcome home,” Uub whispered into my ear as I leaned over and looked in awe at the beautiful place I had grown up in.
Grabbing the armrest, I felt the plane dip slowly, heading to the long runway up ahead. My teeth chattered, I would forever be afraid of machines that flew. Flashes of what happened four years ago appeared in front of my eyes. Burning metal, flying debris, crunching rock, and the ever remaining stench of death.
Jumping, I felt Uub’s own sweaty hand grip mine, this was not a pleasant experience for either one of us. I could feel the wheels lower, as the ground became closer and closer. Throughout our entire landing, I kept imagining terrible things of this plane crashing into the pavement, or not being able to stop once we landed. Each image more terrifying that the rest.
“Sir? Mam? We have landed, you may leave now,” the woman said, as we looked up at her kind face, it was funny that we had yet to realize that we were on sturdy ground.
“You’ll have to excuse us, we haven’t had a pleasant history with planes,” Uub apologized for our behavior.
“Its alright, I could tell that from the moment you stepped on here, your faces were quite hilarious,” her chuckling warmed my heart, and I felt at ease as I stepped into the port.
Stepping into the very familiar building, I almost died of embarrassment when I saw the huge paper poster that three people were holding up, reading ‘Welcome Home Pan-Chan!’ And the worst was that it was written in pink, with little streamers going every which way. I was wrong, I wanted to go back to the United States right now, Japan was just to weird with my family living in it.
Rushing behind Uub, I pushed him firmly on the back, trying to cover myself, and to head in the way to retrieve our belongings. Looking behind himself, at my outstretched arms, he arched one of his eyebrows, curious to what I was doing. And then, to my absolute horror, he saw the hideous sign.
“Hey, Pan, isn’t that...” he started, trying to point to where the small group of people were standing and looking about.
“Nope! Never seen those people in my life!” I chirped out, and right then and there, I cursed Saiyan hearing.
“PAN!” I could hear their voice a mile away, and so could everyone else at the place, who all stopped and stared at the girl that the trio were pointing at.
I felt their arms wrap around my slender shoulders in a bone crunching hug, it was nice to feel their warm love envelop me. The feeling of absolutely belonging no matter what is something to be cherished with all your heart, no matter what. Tears streamed down my face, and I squeezed my family back.
Bending down, I lifted the little squirming toddler into my arms, his hands clapping together in delight. I held him close, I loved my little brother’s laughter, and his sweet nature that my father, uncle, and grandfather all carried. His shining cobalt eyes looked up warmly at me, his red tee-shirt was ruffled slightly, the cute baseball playing teddy bear slightly worn. He had longer hair that was tied in a low pony tail to keep it out of his face. To put it simply, from the pictures I had seen of dad when he was a boy, the two were identical.
“How old you?” his chubby cheeks breaking into a wide grin, his arms stretched far apart, looking as if he was going to wrap his arms around my neck.
“Eighteen, and you?” I knew exactly how old he was, but he looked so cute, and wanted to start a tiny conversation with Gaku.
“Two old years,” his fingers were held, confirming what he said, and wagging them in front of my face, making sure I could see.
Chuckling, dad took the small boy from my clutches, his loud protest soon following. Ignoring the little one, I knelt down and picked up the bags that Uub had retrieved earlier, and lifted them up off of the floor. Shooing off my father’s offer to help, we walked out of the crowded building, sidestepping pedestrians as they hustled through the large glass doors.
The heat of the afternoon sun hit the hot pavement beneath our feet, my shoes heating considerably. I looked around curiously, it felt like a form of deja vu. The last time I had been in this exact same spot I was entering highschool, at the age of fifteen. Almost nineteen now, it had been practically four years since I had seen the warm and loving gazes of my loved ones.
Shaking my head, and ridding myself of the memories of my past, I smiled, greeting the wind that carried my future in its clutches. Seeing that I had fallen behind, I ran to catch up, joining the rest in the confines of the van.
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We arrived home thirty minutes later, the fresh smell of mown lawns filled my nostrils. The scenery was beautiful, everything that I remembered and more. Grabbing my bags out of the back hatch, I strolled my way to the front door, leaving my parents to show Uub his room, and let him get settled.
Opening the oak entrance, the aroma of my home calming all my fears and worries. No matter if the world was coming to an end, in this area of the world, I would always feel loved and secure.
Looking around the small home, I walked up the stairs to the second floor, sending my regards to the sleeping puppy on the floor.
The second floor had remained relatively the same, except for the walls were no longer white but a cream, with rubbed off crayon marks from Gaku’s coloring adventures. Doodles of stick people lined the white door of my dwelling, obviously my parents were unsuccessful in the removal of the small drawings.
The huge sticker that stretched from one corner to the next, it was black and white, reading ‘Do Not Enter’. Various other stickers adorned her door, such as a small one that read ‘History Class: The Ultimate Sleep Aid’, and the one that read ‘I Don’t Need Your Attitude, I Have One of My Own’.
Turning the knob, waves upon waves of memories bombards my already full head. My parents said that Freeza had been disposed of by Goten, dad, and Trunks, but, when he tried to...to. Closing my eyes, I let two silent tears fall, I had almost been another victim of his hideous nature.
Scolding myself, I ventured over to the large black stereo I had gotten at the age of twelve, that was a wonderful birthday. Turning it on, I laughed out loud, hearing my father’s audible groan of annoyance, and his sigh of disdain, when he announced that his daughter was definitely back.
Throwing the suitcases onto the bed, I grabbed a hold of the window, and threw it open. Jumping onto the window ledge, I jumped into the air, soaring upwards several feet, the trees but little ants in my sight. Stopping, I took a great whiff of air, and the with a shrill cry of excitement, I dropped. Free falling, my hair flying upwards towards the heavens, I let my body reach just a few feet off of the ground before I took back into the air.
The trees were just below me, and I could see through them at the many wonders of the forest where every Son family member had played when younger. The deer and raccoons littered the ground, birds by the hundred in the trees. Fish were plentiful in the wild river that passed through, the many carnivorous animals gorging themselves with trout and bass.
Smiling, I remembered the time that Trunks and Goten had took me out there, planning to get me lost. Leaving me alone in the forest, they took off, thinking that it would be great fun to see how I reacted. But I was Grandpa Goku’s granddaughter, and by supper time, I was sitting at the kitchen table, much to the astonishment of the two boys.
I could see the cottage coming into sight. Its light walls reflecting brilliantly in the fading sun of the afternoon. Birds were chirping and all was at peace. For now, anyways.
Landing on their front deck, which they had just recently added, I could hear the hustling about as Grandma Chi Chi scolded someone. The audible clank of frying pan hitting skull echoed in my ears, as I visibly cringed, remembering the constant threats and hits with that dangerous weapon.
Knocking slightly, I listened closely as the house became silent, and footsteps approached the wooden door. Creaking open, I came face to face with an upset Goten as he rubbed his head with remorse. Grumbling to himself, he finally turned about to see who the visitor was, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
“Pan! I don’t believe my eyes!” his happy exterior brought the searching Chi Chi forward, and the cowering Goku from his hiding spot.
Gasping for air, I realized that grandma had wrapped me in one of her famous bear hugs. My lungs had long since been deprived of oxygen when she let go, and I was swept up into my grandfather’s sturdy arms, though this embrace was not as fierce. My legs dangled uselessly down, several inches from this floor, man he was tall.
Sitting me back down, I linked arms with my favorite uncle and walked into the home. Our conversation not containing anything important, just idle chit chat as we caught up with one another once again.
Seeing that there was not going to be anything interesting said, grandma soon left to finish her cooking for the party tonight. Leaving me and the two other men to converse freely without her nagging about whatnot.
“I can hardly believe my eyes. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you,” I rolled my eyes at this comint, duh Goten, there is a difference between fourteen and eighteen.
“Yeah, probably. I mean, the last time you saw me I wasn’t even a freshmen, and now I’ve graduated,” I nodded my head, waiting for him to take everything in.
“Well, its good to have you back Pan-Chan,” I looked to grandfather, his smile warming my heart to the brink.
“Oh, by the way, where’s Gouki?” I asked, looking around for the little three year old toddler.
“Oh, our company not good enough for ya?” his teasing remark made me grin, it seemed that my uncle was always able to do that.
“No, its not,” I replied curtly, making him smile in return.
“He’s upstairs taking a nap before tonight,” grandpa replied, since no one seemed to answering my lingering question.
“Oh yeah, I better get home and change. That thing is like in an hour or so,” I started to get up before the sorrowful looks of the two males caught my eye.
Curious as to the change of demeanor, I sat myself down, frowning slightly as I stared at them. This caused them to look away ashamed.
“Ok, spill,” my voice left no room for negotiation, I wanted to know what was up, right this instant.
Looking down at his hands, Goten squirmed under my heated gaze, trying to avoid the inevitable. I also noticed that grandpa got up and left the room, his sad nature unusual, since he had always been the happy go lucky type.
Finally, Goten seemed to come to a decision, for his eyes looked at mine without hesitation on his part. Beckoning him to answer, I watched as his mouth opened and closed several times, trying to put his thoughts into words, but not succeeding.
“Goten?” I asked, drawing his attention back to me, he looked really sad, did someone die while I was away?
“Pan...I don’t know how to say this, but...he’s changed,” his quiet voice confused me, who had changed?
“Who?” looking back up from his slumped position, he implored me with his eyes to understand what he was saying.
“Trunks has,” he seemed reluctant to open up freely, he almost seemed to want to keep it hidden, but was unable to do so.
“Goten, if this is about it being so long, no worries, I’ve changed too,” I mean, it had been a few years, I’m sure we all changed since I was with them last.
“No, you don’t understand, Pan, he’s changed more than you and I, than any of us. Its not the best change either,” his voice broke slightly, and I nodded my head that I understood, I would find out what he meant for sure tonight.
Standing, I hollered goodbye to grandma and grandpa, and then waved farewell to Goten, who absolutely looked miserable sitting on the couch. Stepping quickly out, I puzzled about the true seriousness of the situation, it really had my uncle down in the dumps. Taking to the air, I flew home quickly, an eery feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
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“Mom! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I screeched at her, my hands balled into tight fists as I stared with disbelief.
“I’m not kidding Pan, it’s a nice dress, why not wear it?” her smooth voice brought me even farther into my anger.
I had noticed that Uub had long since disappeared into the shelter of his room, hiding from our fury. Hearing footsteps, mom looked behind her, and then smirked my way, and I rolled my eyes in response. Dad soon appeared behind her, and with a smile, put his hands on mom’s shoulders, I was glaring the entire time.
“Bra just called, said for me to tell you to bring your swimming suit, you kids might go swimming,” he said off hand, as mom’s face fell, and mine smiled from ear to ear.
“Explain to me mother, why do I have to wear something formal, and Bra wants to go swimming?” mother stomped away grumbling about what an idiot dad was, and what terrible timing he possessed.
“Thanks, dad,” smiling I watched him grimace slightly at my mother’s ongoing rage.
“Anytime,” he walked away, apologies spilling from his mouth as his irate mate through objects his way.
Ignoring the constant yelling of my parents, I threw the now empty suitcases off my bed, and into one of the corners of my room. Sitting on the unmade bed, I pondered silently about what Goten had mentioned earlier. Whatever it was that was different with Trunks, was definitely upsetting my laid back family.
A small knock on my opened door brought me from my thoughts. Looking up I saw Uub’s worried face, his mouth set in a concerned frown. Beckoning him over with my hand, I called him over to my side on the small bed.
Leaning onto his sturdy frame, I let his presence ease my nerves. He rubbed my upper arm in comfort, though he knew not what, he could tell that something was wrong with his close friend.
“What’s wrong Pan?” Uub’s hesitant voice made me grin, what would I do without that guy?
“Nothing, just thinking,” I replied getting up and searching through my clothes in the small closet.
“What are you wearing tonight?” I smiled, I could almost imagine his face when I pulled my outfit out to show him.
“Not that again! Pan, I swear you’re goin’ goth!” He laughed out, and I giggled, he had been joking with me ever since I had purchased the clothes.
Laying the hipster, glitter jeans onto the bed, I watched with satisfaction as the light fell upon the clothing. Returning to the closet, I grabbed the black tank that had convinced Uub I was converting. It had thin straps, and a grey dragon print on the front, the rest of it a pure midnight black. Going back to the hangers, I grabbed the black belt that had the large silver buckle with rhinestones set into the metal. The black leather boots already sat on the floor, their freshly polished look drawing anyone’s attention.
Pushing Uub on the back, I heaved him out of the room, and slammed the door behind, laughing slightly at his surprised face. It still bothered him that I was so much stronger than he was.
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Walking down the stairs, my black leather backpack slung over my shoulder, since it carried my black and red swim suit, I watched with satisfaction as a look of disgust played over mom’s features. She definitely disapproved.
Smirking, which I had gotten from the Briefs, I sauntered out of the house, leaving behind a stunned family, and a friend who just shook his head.
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Landing in the front yard, I looked up in awe at the huge building, it had been way too long. Hearing the others land, I waited for them to catch up, noting that most of the guests had yet to arrive, or maybe if I was lucky Bulma had decided to have just a small affair. Doubtful.
A quick intake of breath let me know that Uub had landed not far behind me. His surprise was definitely a normal reaction when they saw this building, it looked ten times bigger than it did on television.
“This place is amazing,” Uub breathed out as I grabbed his arm, catching up to my family who were already at the front door.
Hurried footsteps fell, and I nervously touched my black bandana, to make sure that the wind had not messed up my hair too much. I felt my feet tapping out of habit, a feeling of butterflies flying around, causing me to feel jittery inside.
Opening the door, a blue haired girl about my age looked out, her wide eyes falling on me in disbelief. Did I look that bad?
“Oh my! Pan? Is that really you?” her squealing made me cringe, and I scowled as I felt her encircle me in a strong hug. Wasn’t this the girl that I thought was a spoiled brat?
“Its nice to see you too Bra,” I patted her back as she squeezed me harder, a sputtering clearly heard from my mouth.
“Bra, who’s out th...Oh, come here Vegeta, Baku, and Trunks! Pan’s here!” Bra quickly sidestepped, and I knew why. Trying to make a run for it was no option, for once Bra left, Bulma took her place, and I thought Bra could hug hard!
“Hi Bulma, what up?” I smiled easily, much like everyone else, since the Saiyans had turned their mates, much thanks to Bulma’s new experiment, she didn’t look a day older.
“Interesting ensemble!” Bra shrieked, hurting my ears terribly as I scolded her mentally, and Bulma did so verbally.
“Thanks, no one else seems to be a big fan,” I grumbled, glancing at the ones that stood of in the corner.
“Oh, I agree with Bra, it looks wonderful on you!” Bulma shook her head enthusiastically, almost like a small school girl once again.
“Thank you. See, I told you Uub!” Rolling his eyes, he folded his arms in front of his chest, scowling at me.
“So you’re back brat,” I looked up, there was Vegeta, his scowling features staring me down, I’d get him back.
Though, in front of him was what caught my eye, a tiny Vegeta look alike. He had the same spiked hair, and the same attitude about him. Except for his eyes, they were the only things different. They were blue, like his brother’s, sister’s, and mother’s.
“Pan, I would like you to meet Baku,” Bulma nodded in the duo’s direction, and I smiled their way, hoping to break the ice.
“Hi,” I greeted, and Baku nodded his head in response, I couldn’t help but laugh, no one else was ever more like Veggie than he.
And that’s when he came outside, and it hit me full force, just what Goten had meant, Trunks had changed. His once all lavender hair was now tipped in black. One of his ears had a small earing, and his lip held a small looped ring as well. He had on a black muscle shirt, which looked pretty damn good, let me tell ya. His jeans were baggy, chains hanging from the pockets and going to the belt loops. He had on black combat boots that competed with mine in how shiny they were. And, to top it all off, on his right arm, right where his shoulder and arm meant, a black and blue dragon tattoo was sported. It had purple eyes, and two silver horns that shone in the fading light of the night.
“Hey Pan, welcome back,” his lifeless voice caught my ears, and I looked up with wonder at his beautiful face, he had changed.
“Hey,” my voice wavered slightly, I had thought I would surprise everyone with my new style of clothes, guess I was wrong.
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“You had better not fail me,” her voice was sharp, making him rethink their deal for only a few seconds.
“I won’t, your highness,” his voice held the upmost respect he could muster, his head bowed in defeat.
“Because if you do, Freeza, I will not give you back your life,” her voice sent shivers over his dead skin. He knew their deal, and he would not fail.
The light that had been shining on him, went dark, leaving her the only thing that could be seen in the room. Her cruel, hideous laughter echoing off the walls. Her golden eyes lighting up the room as the light that shone on her faded as well, and all was left was two glowing cat eyes.
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A/N: Ok guys, I know you are probably a little upset with me about not writing about Pan in her school in America, but I will write those later on. You see, when this story ends, I will have four special chapters at the end, depicting her four years in school.
I hope the chapter was up to your satisfaction, I really enjoyed writing this one, which the last one, I didn’t have much fun with. I hope I get lots and lots of reviews. Please review so I can write the next segment, the one where their at the party. Until next time friends! See ya!
CowgirlUSA
Now, without further ado, I present you with the next conclusion of the story...
Undercover
By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 10-18, And Homeward Bound
“I now would like to present to you, the graduating class of 2005!”By: CowgirlUSA
Chapter 10-18, And Homeward Bound
That line kept playing over and over through my head. I was done. School was completely over for me. I would never have to worry about studying for a huge exam, never would I worry about completing a project on time, and best of all, no more school lunches. But still, to awake each morning at ten o’clock, and not worry that you are late to class is an awesome feeling, something I have been waiting for since I came here four years ago this September.
Rising from my ruffled bed, I looked out the opened windows of my white room. America was beautiful, but I couldn’t wait to go home. To see everyone’s faces again was something I had been waiting for, for a very long time. I am sure there will be a huge party thrown by none other than Bulma herself as Vegeta sits in the background and grumbles about how stupid this is. I loved those gatherings, I mean, I will get to see everyone again.
“PAN! HELP!” Uub’s voice carried into my room, and I rolled my eyes, he was completely hopeless.
“What is it now?” I walked out of my room, sensing for his ki, trying to locate what part of the house he was in.
I finally found him in the kitchen, standing before the sink with a very frustrated look on his dark face. His eyes were angry and exhausted, as he stared in my direction, and I cocked my head in a curious fashion. What had put him in such a state? His forehead was scrunched up into wrinkles of concentration as his mouth slightly pouted.
Shrugging my shoulders, I made my way over to his figure, and the sight I saw sent me laughing. His thumb had become quite stuck in the kitchen sink’s faucet. Water was seeping out from around the edge, his thumb very wrinkled with the constant exposure to the moisture. Shaking my head, I grabbed a hold of his hand and tugged with all my might. Frustrated, I looked at the still nonmoving appendage lodged in the metal object. There was only one way to get this job done.
“Hey, Uub, one question,” I stood next to him, watching as he moved his hand as far as he could from side to side, and up and down.
“Huh?” his eyes looked at my straight form with curiosity, his face confused, and his head slightly leaning to the right.
“How did you get your thumb stuck in there?” I looked at him with a smirk, this was going to be good.
“Well, you see, you know how it has been leaking for awhile?” Nodding my head, he continued with his explanation as his face grew darker and darker with his ever growing blush. “Well, I thought that I could stop it, and, so, I tried fixing it.”
“By sticking your thumb in it? Brilliant!” I cried sarcastically, and he looked away, trying to hide from my heated gaze.
“No, that didn’t come til later. See, I found some tools downstairs, and, I kind of tried taking a wrench to tighten the thing. Well, that didn’t exactly work, so I got frustrated, and there was a hammer in reach, and I hit it repeatedly,” his eyes sought mine, and I lowered my eyebrows at him, while my hands flew to my hips. The imbecile!
“Oh, so you thought that would fix it, huh?” his form backed as far away as he possibly could from where he stood.
“Well, no, I was just really upset. Anyways, that only caused the water to gush out, so in a panic, since I knew your temper, I thought maybe I could hide it. Problem was, I got my thumb stuck with no hope of getting it back out on my own,” shaking my head, I smiled, Uub was the only person I knew who would try something like that.
Powering up, my black hair turning golden I stood behind the slightly flustered man. My once straight hair was now wavy, and a stronger aura flowed out from me in huge waves. Hair falling down below my shoulders, I reminisced about the time when I first transformed, and was surprised to find that my hair did not stand on end like the others. But could you blame me for being surprised, I am the first female Saiyan to actually transform.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, I tried to be as careful as I could, I didn’t want to brake it, which would be ever so easy to do. Gripping the counter top firmly, to steady myself as I pulled, we tugged together. Inch by slow inch, the thumb slipped its way out of the old, antique pipe. Water sprayed everywhere. Glaring, I threw his hand to the side, and walked my way over to the phone, trying to look up the number for the plumber.
Grabbing a towel off the kitchen table, Uub rubbed his hands dry absentmindedly. His concentration solely directed at the woman in front of him. He wondered when they would return to Japan, as far as he was concerned, leaving this house would be the best thing to ever happen. Patting his pocket soothingly, he felt the faint outline of the already boughten ticket, he was ready, but she had yet to get one. What was stopping her?
Looking for the number, I searched frantically as a good sized puddle formed on the hard wood floor. We couldn’t afford any damage at the moment. If we wanted this place sold, we had to keep it in top condition, which was quite hard when you live with a knucklehead such as Uub. A faint smile formed on my parted lips as I dialed the number, and digressed to my original level of power.
“Hello?”
“My name’s Son Pan, and unfortunately my kitchen faucet is spraying water everywhere. Our floor is already under an inch.”
“Yes.”
Listing our address, I said my goodbyes and hung up the aged wall phone that had been around for what seemed like hundreds of years. The plastic gleamed in the kitchen light, reflecting the florescent bulb’s dull glow. Feet squishing noisily, water seeping into my soaked socks with each step I took. This was a mess, and with the house up for sale in one week, which I still have neglected to tell Uub, we were going to have to pull together and get this place ready. We’re toast!
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“Bye house!” I called out of the passenger side window of Uub’s midnight black mustang, the house had sold the very first week we put it on the market, and now we were headed home.
It seemed as if I was living in a dream. Just yesterday I had spoken with Grandma Chi Chi, mama and daddy, and then Bulma, announcing that Uub and I would be home shortly. Of course they had never meant Uub first hand, but through the years of talking back and forth, Uub and my family had got to know each other as well as they possibly could. Heck, my dad even loved him, I’m sure if he didn’t have a family already, my parents would have tried and adopting him.
“You’re insane, you know that?” the baritone voice of Uub breaking me out of my musings, he had a knack for doing that.
“Yeah, I know, but you love me anyways,” shaking his head, he started the engine, revving the vehicle to life, and we both waved goodbye to our home.
With the windows rolled down, I let the wind whip my hair about my face, the smell of fresh rained on pines filling my senses. I watched the scenery fly by, beautiful hills of green with cattle or sometimes the occasional horse grazing. Then there were the fields with the growing corn or soybeans, and maybe with freshly mown hay, I would never regret moving out into the country with Uub, it was stunning.
A farmer was out on his Allis Chalmers XT 190, raking up the mown hay into a neat heap of a row. Another Allis Chalmers followed close behind, a bailer hooked to the back of it, and the lines of hay would roll into the bailer, looking as if the machine was eating it whole. Then, when there was enough, the back part of it would lift, and a freshly made bail would appear, almost like magic.
To say the least, I was kind of doing to miss this place, it was beautiful and quaint. The neighbors were people you could really count on if the need arose, and there were always some kind of fund-raiser for some needy family that was being held in the community’s park. Sometimes I wished that the big cities could pull together like the small town’s could, then maybe there wouldn’t be so much killing and violence.
Sighing, I couldn’t help but fall into a state of melancholy, though I was excited about being reunited, I would miss the freedom, and the place I called home for such a long time. Shaking my head from side to side, I tried to rid myself of such depressing thoughts, in a mere two days, I would be knocking on my parents’ house, and be enveloped into their strong embrace.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the thought of riding in a plane again out of my head. But not just that, I would have to switch airplanes at various airports, it was a scary thought. Suddenly, I noticed, that my skin felt ice cold, the hot burning heat of sun not able to break through the frozen shield that seemed to form around my goose-bumped arm.
Looking my way, Uub read the many thoughts that floated across my face, how he had become so good at it, I would never know. Knowing that unease I was feeling, he slipped his large hand over my small one, attempting to comfort me in the slightest. Smiling up at him, I gripped his hand tighter, I was glad that I wouldn’t be alone through all of this, my brother would be by my side.
“Don’t worry Pan-Chan, everything will be fine, you just wait,” nodding my head, I stared out my window, bidding the country farewell, one last time.
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“Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing momentarily,” the pilot’s voice crackled slightly over the intercom, jolting me from my sleep.
“Look outside Pan, and welcome home,” Uub whispered into my ear as I leaned over and looked in awe at the beautiful place I had grown up in.
Grabbing the armrest, I felt the plane dip slowly, heading to the long runway up ahead. My teeth chattered, I would forever be afraid of machines that flew. Flashes of what happened four years ago appeared in front of my eyes. Burning metal, flying debris, crunching rock, and the ever remaining stench of death.
Jumping, I felt Uub’s own sweaty hand grip mine, this was not a pleasant experience for either one of us. I could feel the wheels lower, as the ground became closer and closer. Throughout our entire landing, I kept imagining terrible things of this plane crashing into the pavement, or not being able to stop once we landed. Each image more terrifying that the rest.
“Sir? Mam? We have landed, you may leave now,” the woman said, as we looked up at her kind face, it was funny that we had yet to realize that we were on sturdy ground.
“You’ll have to excuse us, we haven’t had a pleasant history with planes,” Uub apologized for our behavior.
“Its alright, I could tell that from the moment you stepped on here, your faces were quite hilarious,” her chuckling warmed my heart, and I felt at ease as I stepped into the port.
Stepping into the very familiar building, I almost died of embarrassment when I saw the huge paper poster that three people were holding up, reading ‘Welcome Home Pan-Chan!’ And the worst was that it was written in pink, with little streamers going every which way. I was wrong, I wanted to go back to the United States right now, Japan was just to weird with my family living in it.
Rushing behind Uub, I pushed him firmly on the back, trying to cover myself, and to head in the way to retrieve our belongings. Looking behind himself, at my outstretched arms, he arched one of his eyebrows, curious to what I was doing. And then, to my absolute horror, he saw the hideous sign.
“Hey, Pan, isn’t that...” he started, trying to point to where the small group of people were standing and looking about.
“Nope! Never seen those people in my life!” I chirped out, and right then and there, I cursed Saiyan hearing.
“PAN!” I could hear their voice a mile away, and so could everyone else at the place, who all stopped and stared at the girl that the trio were pointing at.
I felt their arms wrap around my slender shoulders in a bone crunching hug, it was nice to feel their warm love envelop me. The feeling of absolutely belonging no matter what is something to be cherished with all your heart, no matter what. Tears streamed down my face, and I squeezed my family back.
Bending down, I lifted the little squirming toddler into my arms, his hands clapping together in delight. I held him close, I loved my little brother’s laughter, and his sweet nature that my father, uncle, and grandfather all carried. His shining cobalt eyes looked up warmly at me, his red tee-shirt was ruffled slightly, the cute baseball playing teddy bear slightly worn. He had longer hair that was tied in a low pony tail to keep it out of his face. To put it simply, from the pictures I had seen of dad when he was a boy, the two were identical.
“How old you?” his chubby cheeks breaking into a wide grin, his arms stretched far apart, looking as if he was going to wrap his arms around my neck.
“Eighteen, and you?” I knew exactly how old he was, but he looked so cute, and wanted to start a tiny conversation with Gaku.
“Two old years,” his fingers were held, confirming what he said, and wagging them in front of my face, making sure I could see.
Chuckling, dad took the small boy from my clutches, his loud protest soon following. Ignoring the little one, I knelt down and picked up the bags that Uub had retrieved earlier, and lifted them up off of the floor. Shooing off my father’s offer to help, we walked out of the crowded building, sidestepping pedestrians as they hustled through the large glass doors.
The heat of the afternoon sun hit the hot pavement beneath our feet, my shoes heating considerably. I looked around curiously, it felt like a form of deja vu. The last time I had been in this exact same spot I was entering highschool, at the age of fifteen. Almost nineteen now, it had been practically four years since I had seen the warm and loving gazes of my loved ones.
Shaking my head, and ridding myself of the memories of my past, I smiled, greeting the wind that carried my future in its clutches. Seeing that I had fallen behind, I ran to catch up, joining the rest in the confines of the van.
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We arrived home thirty minutes later, the fresh smell of mown lawns filled my nostrils. The scenery was beautiful, everything that I remembered and more. Grabbing my bags out of the back hatch, I strolled my way to the front door, leaving my parents to show Uub his room, and let him get settled.
Opening the oak entrance, the aroma of my home calming all my fears and worries. No matter if the world was coming to an end, in this area of the world, I would always feel loved and secure.
Looking around the small home, I walked up the stairs to the second floor, sending my regards to the sleeping puppy on the floor.
The second floor had remained relatively the same, except for the walls were no longer white but a cream, with rubbed off crayon marks from Gaku’s coloring adventures. Doodles of stick people lined the white door of my dwelling, obviously my parents were unsuccessful in the removal of the small drawings.
The huge sticker that stretched from one corner to the next, it was black and white, reading ‘Do Not Enter’. Various other stickers adorned her door, such as a small one that read ‘History Class: The Ultimate Sleep Aid’, and the one that read ‘I Don’t Need Your Attitude, I Have One of My Own’.
Turning the knob, waves upon waves of memories bombards my already full head. My parents said that Freeza had been disposed of by Goten, dad, and Trunks, but, when he tried to...to. Closing my eyes, I let two silent tears fall, I had almost been another victim of his hideous nature.
Scolding myself, I ventured over to the large black stereo I had gotten at the age of twelve, that was a wonderful birthday. Turning it on, I laughed out loud, hearing my father’s audible groan of annoyance, and his sigh of disdain, when he announced that his daughter was definitely back.
Throwing the suitcases onto the bed, I grabbed a hold of the window, and threw it open. Jumping onto the window ledge, I jumped into the air, soaring upwards several feet, the trees but little ants in my sight. Stopping, I took a great whiff of air, and the with a shrill cry of excitement, I dropped. Free falling, my hair flying upwards towards the heavens, I let my body reach just a few feet off of the ground before I took back into the air.
The trees were just below me, and I could see through them at the many wonders of the forest where every Son family member had played when younger. The deer and raccoons littered the ground, birds by the hundred in the trees. Fish were plentiful in the wild river that passed through, the many carnivorous animals gorging themselves with trout and bass.
Smiling, I remembered the time that Trunks and Goten had took me out there, planning to get me lost. Leaving me alone in the forest, they took off, thinking that it would be great fun to see how I reacted. But I was Grandpa Goku’s granddaughter, and by supper time, I was sitting at the kitchen table, much to the astonishment of the two boys.
I could see the cottage coming into sight. Its light walls reflecting brilliantly in the fading sun of the afternoon. Birds were chirping and all was at peace. For now, anyways.
Landing on their front deck, which they had just recently added, I could hear the hustling about as Grandma Chi Chi scolded someone. The audible clank of frying pan hitting skull echoed in my ears, as I visibly cringed, remembering the constant threats and hits with that dangerous weapon.
Knocking slightly, I listened closely as the house became silent, and footsteps approached the wooden door. Creaking open, I came face to face with an upset Goten as he rubbed his head with remorse. Grumbling to himself, he finally turned about to see who the visitor was, his eyes lighting up with recognition.
“Pan! I don’t believe my eyes!” his happy exterior brought the searching Chi Chi forward, and the cowering Goku from his hiding spot.
Gasping for air, I realized that grandma had wrapped me in one of her famous bear hugs. My lungs had long since been deprived of oxygen when she let go, and I was swept up into my grandfather’s sturdy arms, though this embrace was not as fierce. My legs dangled uselessly down, several inches from this floor, man he was tall.
Sitting me back down, I linked arms with my favorite uncle and walked into the home. Our conversation not containing anything important, just idle chit chat as we caught up with one another once again.
Seeing that there was not going to be anything interesting said, grandma soon left to finish her cooking for the party tonight. Leaving me and the two other men to converse freely without her nagging about whatnot.
“I can hardly believe my eyes. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you,” I rolled my eyes at this comint, duh Goten, there is a difference between fourteen and eighteen.
“Yeah, probably. I mean, the last time you saw me I wasn’t even a freshmen, and now I’ve graduated,” I nodded my head, waiting for him to take everything in.
“Well, its good to have you back Pan-Chan,” I looked to grandfather, his smile warming my heart to the brink.
“Oh, by the way, where’s Gouki?” I asked, looking around for the little three year old toddler.
“Oh, our company not good enough for ya?” his teasing remark made me grin, it seemed that my uncle was always able to do that.
“No, its not,” I replied curtly, making him smile in return.
“He’s upstairs taking a nap before tonight,” grandpa replied, since no one seemed to answering my lingering question.
“Oh yeah, I better get home and change. That thing is like in an hour or so,” I started to get up before the sorrowful looks of the two males caught my eye.
Curious as to the change of demeanor, I sat myself down, frowning slightly as I stared at them. This caused them to look away ashamed.
“Ok, spill,” my voice left no room for negotiation, I wanted to know what was up, right this instant.
Looking down at his hands, Goten squirmed under my heated gaze, trying to avoid the inevitable. I also noticed that grandpa got up and left the room, his sad nature unusual, since he had always been the happy go lucky type.
Finally, Goten seemed to come to a decision, for his eyes looked at mine without hesitation on his part. Beckoning him to answer, I watched as his mouth opened and closed several times, trying to put his thoughts into words, but not succeeding.
“Goten?” I asked, drawing his attention back to me, he looked really sad, did someone die while I was away?
“Pan...I don’t know how to say this, but...he’s changed,” his quiet voice confused me, who had changed?
“Who?” looking back up from his slumped position, he implored me with his eyes to understand what he was saying.
“Trunks has,” he seemed reluctant to open up freely, he almost seemed to want to keep it hidden, but was unable to do so.
“Goten, if this is about it being so long, no worries, I’ve changed too,” I mean, it had been a few years, I’m sure we all changed since I was with them last.
“No, you don’t understand, Pan, he’s changed more than you and I, than any of us. Its not the best change either,” his voice broke slightly, and I nodded my head that I understood, I would find out what he meant for sure tonight.
Standing, I hollered goodbye to grandma and grandpa, and then waved farewell to Goten, who absolutely looked miserable sitting on the couch. Stepping quickly out, I puzzled about the true seriousness of the situation, it really had my uncle down in the dumps. Taking to the air, I flew home quickly, an eery feeling settling in the pit of my stomach.
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“Mom! You’ve got to be kidding me!” I screeched at her, my hands balled into tight fists as I stared with disbelief.
“I’m not kidding Pan, it’s a nice dress, why not wear it?” her smooth voice brought me even farther into my anger.
I had noticed that Uub had long since disappeared into the shelter of his room, hiding from our fury. Hearing footsteps, mom looked behind her, and then smirked my way, and I rolled my eyes in response. Dad soon appeared behind her, and with a smile, put his hands on mom’s shoulders, I was glaring the entire time.
“Bra just called, said for me to tell you to bring your swimming suit, you kids might go swimming,” he said off hand, as mom’s face fell, and mine smiled from ear to ear.
“Explain to me mother, why do I have to wear something formal, and Bra wants to go swimming?” mother stomped away grumbling about what an idiot dad was, and what terrible timing he possessed.
“Thanks, dad,” smiling I watched him grimace slightly at my mother’s ongoing rage.
“Anytime,” he walked away, apologies spilling from his mouth as his irate mate through objects his way.
Ignoring the constant yelling of my parents, I threw the now empty suitcases off my bed, and into one of the corners of my room. Sitting on the unmade bed, I pondered silently about what Goten had mentioned earlier. Whatever it was that was different with Trunks, was definitely upsetting my laid back family.
A small knock on my opened door brought me from my thoughts. Looking up I saw Uub’s worried face, his mouth set in a concerned frown. Beckoning him over with my hand, I called him over to my side on the small bed.
Leaning onto his sturdy frame, I let his presence ease my nerves. He rubbed my upper arm in comfort, though he knew not what, he could tell that something was wrong with his close friend.
“What’s wrong Pan?” Uub’s hesitant voice made me grin, what would I do without that guy?
“Nothing, just thinking,” I replied getting up and searching through my clothes in the small closet.
“What are you wearing tonight?” I smiled, I could almost imagine his face when I pulled my outfit out to show him.
“Not that again! Pan, I swear you’re goin’ goth!” He laughed out, and I giggled, he had been joking with me ever since I had purchased the clothes.
Laying the hipster, glitter jeans onto the bed, I watched with satisfaction as the light fell upon the clothing. Returning to the closet, I grabbed the black tank that had convinced Uub I was converting. It had thin straps, and a grey dragon print on the front, the rest of it a pure midnight black. Going back to the hangers, I grabbed the black belt that had the large silver buckle with rhinestones set into the metal. The black leather boots already sat on the floor, their freshly polished look drawing anyone’s attention.
Pushing Uub on the back, I heaved him out of the room, and slammed the door behind, laughing slightly at his surprised face. It still bothered him that I was so much stronger than he was.
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Walking down the stairs, my black leather backpack slung over my shoulder, since it carried my black and red swim suit, I watched with satisfaction as a look of disgust played over mom’s features. She definitely disapproved.
Smirking, which I had gotten from the Briefs, I sauntered out of the house, leaving behind a stunned family, and a friend who just shook his head.
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Landing in the front yard, I looked up in awe at the huge building, it had been way too long. Hearing the others land, I waited for them to catch up, noting that most of the guests had yet to arrive, or maybe if I was lucky Bulma had decided to have just a small affair. Doubtful.
A quick intake of breath let me know that Uub had landed not far behind me. His surprise was definitely a normal reaction when they saw this building, it looked ten times bigger than it did on television.
“This place is amazing,” Uub breathed out as I grabbed his arm, catching up to my family who were already at the front door.
Hurried footsteps fell, and I nervously touched my black bandana, to make sure that the wind had not messed up my hair too much. I felt my feet tapping out of habit, a feeling of butterflies flying around, causing me to feel jittery inside.
Opening the door, a blue haired girl about my age looked out, her wide eyes falling on me in disbelief. Did I look that bad?
“Oh my! Pan? Is that really you?” her squealing made me cringe, and I scowled as I felt her encircle me in a strong hug. Wasn’t this the girl that I thought was a spoiled brat?
“Its nice to see you too Bra,” I patted her back as she squeezed me harder, a sputtering clearly heard from my mouth.
“Bra, who’s out th...Oh, come here Vegeta, Baku, and Trunks! Pan’s here!” Bra quickly sidestepped, and I knew why. Trying to make a run for it was no option, for once Bra left, Bulma took her place, and I thought Bra could hug hard!
“Hi Bulma, what up?” I smiled easily, much like everyone else, since the Saiyans had turned their mates, much thanks to Bulma’s new experiment, she didn’t look a day older.
“Interesting ensemble!” Bra shrieked, hurting my ears terribly as I scolded her mentally, and Bulma did so verbally.
“Thanks, no one else seems to be a big fan,” I grumbled, glancing at the ones that stood of in the corner.
“Oh, I agree with Bra, it looks wonderful on you!” Bulma shook her head enthusiastically, almost like a small school girl once again.
“Thank you. See, I told you Uub!” Rolling his eyes, he folded his arms in front of his chest, scowling at me.
“So you’re back brat,” I looked up, there was Vegeta, his scowling features staring me down, I’d get him back.
Though, in front of him was what caught my eye, a tiny Vegeta look alike. He had the same spiked hair, and the same attitude about him. Except for his eyes, they were the only things different. They were blue, like his brother’s, sister’s, and mother’s.
“Pan, I would like you to meet Baku,” Bulma nodded in the duo’s direction, and I smiled their way, hoping to break the ice.
“Hi,” I greeted, and Baku nodded his head in response, I couldn’t help but laugh, no one else was ever more like Veggie than he.
And that’s when he came outside, and it hit me full force, just what Goten had meant, Trunks had changed. His once all lavender hair was now tipped in black. One of his ears had a small earing, and his lip held a small looped ring as well. He had on a black muscle shirt, which looked pretty damn good, let me tell ya. His jeans were baggy, chains hanging from the pockets and going to the belt loops. He had on black combat boots that competed with mine in how shiny they were. And, to top it all off, on his right arm, right where his shoulder and arm meant, a black and blue dragon tattoo was sported. It had purple eyes, and two silver horns that shone in the fading light of the night.
“Hey Pan, welcome back,” his lifeless voice caught my ears, and I looked up with wonder at his beautiful face, he had changed.
“Hey,” my voice wavered slightly, I had thought I would surprise everyone with my new style of clothes, guess I was wrong.
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“You had better not fail me,” her voice was sharp, making him rethink their deal for only a few seconds.
“I won’t, your highness,” his voice held the upmost respect he could muster, his head bowed in defeat.
“Because if you do, Freeza, I will not give you back your life,” her voice sent shivers over his dead skin. He knew their deal, and he would not fail.
The light that had been shining on him, went dark, leaving her the only thing that could be seen in the room. Her cruel, hideous laughter echoing off the walls. Her golden eyes lighting up the room as the light that shone on her faded as well, and all was left was two glowing cat eyes.
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A/N: Ok guys, I know you are probably a little upset with me about not writing about Pan in her school in America, but I will write those later on. You see, when this story ends, I will have four special chapters at the end, depicting her four years in school.
I hope the chapter was up to your satisfaction, I really enjoyed writing this one, which the last one, I didn’t have much fun with. I hope I get lots and lots of reviews. Please review so I can write the next segment, the one where their at the party. Until next time friends! See ya!
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