Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover ❯ Party and Truths ( Chapter 11 )

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

A/N: I really got into the last chapter, and so I couldn’t help but immediately write the next segment. I’m working really hard on trying to finish this little piece before the starting of my school year in August. Meaning I am going to have update more than just once a week.

Disclaimer: I promise you, if I owned DBZ/DBGT, I wouldn’t be here writing this story, so don’t send those people with the funny clothes after me.

And on with the next segment...

“Pan...Pan, Uub to Pan,” shaking my head, I blushed slightly, noting that I had been staring quite a lot.

Shaking his head, he stared into my face, waving his hand back and forth, and whistling. Starting to get annoyed, I growled as low as I could, warning him to stop. Now this boy was dense, because instead of backing off, he started tapping me on the head with his knuckles. That did it!

Grabbing his wrist, I saw a small amount of fear cross his eyes before he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck innocently. Smirking, I tightened my grip, and with my muscles bunching, threw him over my shoulder. Flying through the air, Uub landed head first into one of the nearby trees, which I found to be quite funny.

“She lives!” his voice was quite humourous, he sounded as if he had, had one too many to drink, probably since he most likely received a concussion.

Rolling my eyes, I watched as Gaku and dad went to help the unfortunate man to his feet, who still had swirls in his eyes. Feeling slightly ashamed, I made my way over to his unsteady figure, fully intending to make it up to the one I considered my elder brother.

“Pan, you still in there?” the boy just didn’t know when to quit, he knocked on my head again, and so he ended up on the ground, again, thanks to my fist.

Shaking their heads, Gaku and father followed my lead, and left the clueless guy to help himself. If he didn’t learn this time, I would really have to teach him something.

Running up beside me, Gaku grabbed a hold of my hand and looked fearfully at the front door, where the females had recently disappeared through. Looking up I noticed that the males were still waiting, and that little Baku was grinning from one ear to the next. I could feel Gaku then leave my side, and hide behind my figure in fear, his hand slightly shaking. Sighing, I stopped and picked the little boy into the safety of my arms, much to the disappointment of the Briefs’ child.

Climbing the steps, I made my way through the crowd of people, Gaku sticking his tongue out at the little spiky haired child. Shifting him, I dropped his body onto the couch. Giving me a look of betrayal, I shrugged him off, if he wanted to be a brat, he deserved everything that was coming. Crying out, I watched amused as Baku chased Gaku around the mansion, tears running down my brother’s plump cheeks.

Making my way around, I looked at the clock on the wall, Grandpa Goku, Grandma Chi Chi, Goten, and Gouki should’ve of arrived by now. Plopping down onto the couch, I felt the still slightly dizzy Uub join me, a dazed look still in his brown orbs. Smirking, I was quite proud of myself for causing this and not even transforming.

Vegeta was next, taking his place in the corner of the room, scowling at everyone and everything. I watched as Trunks sat in the small love seat; leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. Dad sat on the recliner, looking curiously at Uub, who held his head in pain.

“Brat!” I snapped my head to his direction.

“What Veggie-san?” I asked cutely, regaining my revenge for him calling me brat more than once, though it would do me no good.

“Don’t call me that!” he growled out, and I waved my hand, signaling for him to continue. “Hmph, like I was saying, how far have you gotten in your training?”

“Is that all you think about?” he scowled at me, and I smiled, I couldn’t help but tease him. “Well, right now I’m working on going to the next level.”

“I knew it! You still haven’t transformed!” he called out, automatically assuming that I had been slacking off.

“Yes, I have, I was just meaning that I’m working on going to level two,” this was dull, where was Goten?

That shut him up, and for a good reason too. I was so happy not to have him pounding me for answers. I liked to fight, but mainly I wanted to catch up with everyone again.

Looking to my left, I noticed the front door open, and watched as grandma, grandpa, Goten, and Gouki came through. Immediately Grandma Chi Chi headed to the kitchen where the rest of the women were, though I did notice her glare at me, most likely because of my choice of ensemble. Gouki ran up the large steps, heading towards the yells of the other two boys. Joining Trunks on the small couch, Goten looked at me with a raised eyebrow, my scowl still in place. Sitting on my left, I leaned a little closer to my grandfather, Uub was starting to get on my nerves again.

“Hey, dad, what took you guys so long?” dad looked at his father with interest, wondering what had made them late.

“Your mother, and her indecision on what to put on Gouki,” his sigh didn’t go unnoticed from his mate in the other room, for you could hear her holler back, rather loudly too.

“Does anyone have an Aspirin?” Uub questioned, his hand holding his head uncomfortably.

“Yeah, go into the kitchen, mom will help you find some,” Trunks instructed, and the man beside me nodded in gratitude as he stood up and left.

“What happened to him?” Goten asked, looking at the pained man with interest.

“Why don’t you ask your niece?” Vegeta smirked, and I glared at him with my cold cobalt eyes.

“Pan? You did that to him?” his smile was irritating, you could just see the mirth playing in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, he deserved it,” I sat back, and crossed my arms in front of my chest, giving off a pout like a small child.

Shaking his head, he leaned back into the furniture, laughing slightly at his hotheaded niece. His chuckle echoed throughout the room, which caused me to growl slightly, what was with these people.

“Shut up Goten!” I snapped, though it did not good, he still laughed heartedly.

“Now, now Pan, calm down,” dad’s voice was smooth, is own amusement apparent.

They seemed to be the only ones amused, which caused me to wonder why curiously. Of course Trunks was silent, his coldness much like his father’s. Vegeta didn’t even crack a smile, which wasn’t out of the normal, but Grandpa Goku was a different story. The man only looked at me, not even a hint of grin on his strong features, and it kind of unnerved me.

Father and Goten, who finally gained control of their laughter, turned to look at me. Ok, I knew I was feeling really grumpy at the moment, but it didn’t mean they had to stare. By the way, where’d Uub go?

A giggle from the other room answered my question soon enough, for out of the corner of my eye, I could see him flirting with some blonde. Shaking my head, it seemed that he would be busy the rest of the night. Oh well, he’d leave me alone at least.

“Oh, Pan, I, as in Trunks and I, need to show you something,” I raised a brow at his outburst, as did Trunks, clearly both of us were quite confused.

“What do you...Ah! Goten let me go!” Apparently, right in the middle of my sentence, Goten had decided to grab a hold of my wrist, and pulled me up the stairs. Trunks trailing behind.

Grumbling, I followed the over excited man up the winding stairs. Scenes of the past played out in front of me. The many times the three of us had slid down the long banister, landing at the bottom in a great pile of legs and arms. And then there was that time that we snuck into Bra’s room and trashed it, she still hasn’t figured out who did it. But don’t forget the many times I cried because someone close to me had died, and those two were always there to help.

Chiding myself mentally, a tried ridding myself of the long passed visions that haunted my sight. Did I really miss the old days this much? Yes, yes I did. When all of us played together outside on the front lawn. Or when we would laugh hysterically because Vegeta was in for it again. Sighing, I followed my uncle’s lead, occasionally looking behind me, catching the eye of a certain lavender haired prince.

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“Where are we?” I asked, the room not all familiar to me, or at least I didn’t remember it.

Completely decked out in shades of red, orange, and blues, I looked around in awe, touching the wooden furniture with my hand. The bed itself was red, everything on it was red. The carpet was a bright orange, so bright that you thought it belonged on a highway warning sign. And then, the walls were a wonderful navy blue, making the rest of the bright room stand out without trouble.
Walking over to the bed, Goten signaled for Trunks and I to join him. Watching the man beside me’s face, I watched it instantly come to realization of why we were here. Obviously, Trunks knew, because he gently pulled on my arm, making me hurry slightly to where Goten sat.

Sitting myself on the bed, Trunks at my side, and Goten in front of me, I looked at the still silent Goten. What in the world? Why were we here? Irritated, I glared at the two, their silence irking my nerves even farther.

“Goten Son! What in the world is going on? I want to know why you dragged me all the way up into this room,” I stared around curiously, still pondering where I was.

“For one this is my room, and two, since Trunks already knows, I wanted you to know as well, since we use to be so close to one another,” he was stalling, I could tell.

“Spit it out already!” my face darkened slightly, anger bubbling up from deep within.

“Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone,” waiting for my reply, I rolled my eyes, and nodded, excepting his terms. “Ok, well, for awhile Bra and I have been seeing each other...Pan she’s changed, ok?”

Obviously the scowl was noticeable, so far the girl still seemed like a bubble headed idiot, but who was I to judge. Grimacing, I directed him to continue, unwillingly ready hear to the rest of the story, surely that wasn’t that big of news.

“Anyways, like I was saying, during the spring of the year, something happened. The Gravity Room was destroyed, and, well, I’m sure you can figure out what happened after that. So, now, we found out that she’s pregnant,” Goten looked at me with worry, to say the least, I was shocked beyond belief.

Everyone waited for my reaction, my eyes wide in surprise, he couldn’t of said what I think he did, could he? My mouth open, I stared in horror at my uncle, his bent head trying to hide his face. I knew the color had drained from mine, the feeling of nausea already settling in my stomach. If it hadn’t been for Trunks, I’m sure I would of fainted.

Reaching over to my shaking form, Trunks pulled me against his chest, and whispered calming things into my ear. Surprisingly, I calmed slightly, his words and body bringing me back into sane mind. Shivering, I silently thanked him for his assistance.

“...you’re kidding right?” Goten shook his head, confirming my fears, Vegeta was gonna murder him. “Goten, how could you? She’s younger than I am, she just did turn eighteen, so that would of meant she was seventeen, when...you know.”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head, his face worried at what the future would bring for him and his new mate.

“And no one knows yet?” I questioned, still wrapped up in Trunks’ firm hold, his arms wrapped soundly around my waist.

“No, we just don’t know when to tell them, or how in that matter,” shaking my head, I snuggled closer to the guy whose lap I sat in, trying to think this through.

“Well, the only advice I can give you is, tell them before she starts showing. And on the how part, well, good luck!” I chirped out, watching his face sneer at my comment.

“Yeah, well, I sorta have a plan for that, you see, if they seem upset over the news, I’ll just tell them something worse,” Goten smiled at me and Trunks, and a nervous feeling worked its way through my bones.

“What?” Trunks voice echoed throughout the room, his voice low as it always was making me melt in his hold.

“That you got Pan-Chan pregnant. I mean, I have Vegeta worry about, but you two would have Gohan and the king of Saiyans to deal with,” Goten was dead, that was all there was too it.

“But that’s a lie Goten!” yelling at him, I lurched forward, preparing to strangle him for every inch of his life.

“Yeah I know, but I need something to cover for me,” he called out, Trunks and I chasing him about the room, our laughter filling my ears.

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Several hours passed, and the party died down, Uub’s disappearance a mystery to everyone besides me. Sighing, I scowled, this was so boring. The Sons and the Briefs of course were the only families still about. Talking and chatting about previous battles with the famous villains that I had learned about when little.

Curling up further, my knees tucked securely against me, I reached for the remote, turning on the big screen. Flipping from channel to channel, I reminisced about what a chicken my uncle was. He had been so close to finally telling everyone, but in a last ditch effort, he had grabbed Trunks and went to a local club. Being eighteen sucked!

I could hear the insistent screeches of Bra on the phone with one of her friends. The shrill noise making my head hurt terribly. Wincing every now and then, I glared up at the ceiling directly above my head. Sighing, I switched the television off, and stood from my position.

Hearing my rise from my seat, mom turned her head towards my form. Stretching my aching muscles, I turned and was about to leave when her voice caught my ears.

“Pan, where are you going?” her voice made me cringe, why did she need to know every aspect of my life?

“Just out,” trying to leave once again, I could almost feel her cold stare on the back of my neck.

“Where?” her voice was more cold this time, more agitated than before, which was my fault.

“Out for a flight. I don’t know where,” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to dismiss the conversation. With a flick of her black haired head, I jogged out of the front door and into the cover of the night.

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Racing through the night sky, the stars seemingly in arm’s reach, I watched the serene neighborhood that had been terrorized by and evil tyrant only a few years ago. Scowling, I remembered the fear and hatred in the citizens eyes when they thought of the destruction he had left in his wake.

Shaking my cluttered head, I looked at the impressive job that the people had done. The new town was ten times as nice at the one previously there. Nodding my head in approval I picked up speed, the scent of the night air filling my nose with joy.

A bright light flashed in the distance, like a shooting star hitting the planet. Jerking my head to that direction, I saw an onymous triangular shape hovering above the Earth’s surface. Staring openly, I concentrated on the darker point in the sky, the triangle shaped object letting off small places of light.

Raising a brow, I flew as fast as I could toward the area, hoping to find what had landed, and whether or not it was dangerous.

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Landing cautiously, I looked about, creeping my way closer to the giant crater that resided on the hard surface. The large object in the sky had long since disappeared into the heavens, far out of my reach.

On the edge of the drop, I looked at the small meteor shaped space pod. Its once shiny, smooth surface dinged and dented from the landing. The purple windowed door had been blown off, pieces of it littering the ground below.

Stepping backwards, a foreboding feeling settling about the space, I crept away slightly. Looking around, I tried to find the passenger of the craft.

The woods that surrounded the crater was dense and dark. The nightly noise of crickets and owls going eerily quiet. Leaves moved about with no wind to assist them. Crouching into my stance, I moved my hands out in front of me in preparation.
The movement stopped directly in front of me in a small bush. Its small green leaves hiding the creature that lurked in its depths. Readying myself for anything, I mentally prepared myself for battle.

In a whirl of dust, sticks flying outwards, a small bunny emerged from the shrub. Its brown fur slightly marred from the plant’s thorny branches. The little black nose of the rabbit moved up and down, sniffing the air for danger. Turning its coal black eyes to me, it stood stock still, watching my now relaxed figure.

Returning to its grazing position, considering me no immediate threat, I watched with fascination as it searched for its supper. His legs hopping up and down slowly, searching all of the ground thoroughly.

Ears twisting around, it raised onto its back haunches again, its nose searching the air for an unknown smell. Head raised, a look of something crossed its cute features, making it scurry back into the cover of the foliage.

Cocking my head to the side, I idly wondered what had changed its demeanor so. Shrugging my shoulders, I looked at the scenery one more time, still curious about the unknown ship.

“Hello Panny, its nice to see you again.”

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