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Bold—Thoughts

"Blah... Blah... Blah..."—Talking

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Summary: After being rejected by Trunks, Pan uses a prototype time machine to go to the past, but something goes wrong and she ends up in an alternate present, where she meets a man who looks a lot like Trunks...

Chapter 1: Wake Up Call

There was another party at the Briefs' household. In Pan's eyes, it seemed like Bulma loved to have parties for anything and everything; this one was for the new technological advancement that she had created and although she had handed the company down to her son long ago, she still worked in the labs on a daily basis. The new advancement happened to be a prototype time-traveling-machine and to Pan, the whole thing sounded ridiculous, but she was far from the genius that the Briefs woman was.

Bra was the same way as her mother when it came to parties and although Pan had never been as image-conscious as the average girl, she had grown distant from her tomboy-ish ways in the last three years and had even consented to letting the older girl dress her up. Since Bra was her best friend, she knew the real reason for Pan's easy defeat—it was to catch the attention of a certain dense lavender-haired Demi-Saiyan.

Gazing at all of the people who seemed to be having a good time through the Briefs' window, Pan let out a sigh full of longing, her feet haphazardly swinging back and forth from her position on the Briefs' tree branch, Maybe I was wrong to let Bra dress me up. I still feel out of place at these parties and nothing has really changed. Everyone still treats me like I'm five-years old and even though Bra's only a year older than me, she gets treated with much more maturity!

Feeling her frustration mounting by the second, she dug her fingernails into the tree's bark and felt the wood splintering underneath the pressure of her fingers.

Closing her eyes for just a moment, a deep sigh slid from her lungs, I will not give in to these silly, little tears because that would be weak of me. These tears would just justify my immaturity.

Inside her mind, she could hear Vegeta's merciless laughter.

She was brought out of her musings when she heard a voice that she had fallen in love with long ago, "Hey, Panny! What are you doing up there?"

For a moment, Pan stopped breathing as she immediately recognized the deep, rich voice. Looking down, she could see the familiar mop of his lavender hair and his wide grin that made everything feminine inside of her go all soft and moist.

"No–nothing," she squeaked out, flushing dully.

Smooth. Real smooth, Pan, her conscience mocked. This is why people treat you like a child.

"Leave her alone, Trunksie," a giggling voice said, coming from Trunks' left. "She's having fun up there. Right, sweetie?"

Sweetie?! Is she serious? Pan inwardly seethed, her eyes narrowing into slits when the fake blonde poked Trunks in the stomach; he seemed to laugh along with her.

A new girlfriend? She wondered and then scoffed a moment later, It's not like it makes a difference. They all come and go.

Jumping down from the tree in one single leap, Pan landed with cat-like reflexes on the ground.

"You're right," she spat venomously to the woman in front of her. "I was having fun."

Using her taller height to glare at the busty blonde, she grinned maliciously, "But, we could have fun too."

What's happening to me? Why am I acting this way? She thought, unable to understand the intensity and animalistic hunger stirring within her.

It's jealousy, little girl, her mind answered in a warm purr. It's filling your insides, entangling with your emotions and dominating them. You're protecting what's yours.

Pan decided then that she would not listen to that insidious voice and bit down on her tongue hard.

However, she had caught that—Protecting what's mine? Mine? Trunks doesn't belong to me.

But, for all that she'd suppressed any immediate rash action, she still felt that need to kill the clingy, annoying, little creature on the spot.

Looking at the arm linked in Trunks', Pan's eyes narrowed angrily and she growled, I'm growling? Where did that come from?

However, she acknowledged that the growl matched her current emotions and without another thought, she formed a small ki ball in her hand. She could smell the fear radiating off of the blonde and couldn't help but smirk, relishing the power that she held over the female.

"Pan! What are you doing?" Trunks roared in horror, his eyes growing wide with shock.

"I'll give you exactly ten seconds to leave," Pan said, ignoring Trunks' question as she shot her ki blast at a tree standing nearby; it immediately exploded upon impact.

"Who the hell are you?" The woman screamed.

"10, 9, 8, 7," Pan began counting down nonchalantly as another ki ball formed in her palm.

The woman screamed with fear and ran; Pan inwardly smirked.

"No, wait!" Trunks called after the busty blonde, but when he realized that she wasn't coming back, he immediately turned his attention back to Pan.

He's furious, she thought, allowing the ki ball that she was currently holding to dissipate into her palm.

"What was that for?" He shouted angrily.

Inwardly flinching at his tone of voice, she could tell at that exact moment that he was on the brink of going Super Saiyan.

"I didn't like her," she answered with a small shrug, beginning to walk away from him and towards the party being held inside Capsule Corporation.

"Oh, so you were going to kill her just because you didn't like her? That makes sense! That sounds like something father would do," Trunks' voice was dripping with venom.

Pan rolled her eyes, turned around to meet his gaze head-on and crossed her arms over her chest, "What part of I didn't like her aren't you getting?"

x-X-x

Vegeta watched the scene below him with mild curiosity, whereas Gohan looked on apprehensively. They had immediately—and appreciatively for the Saiyan no Ouji—left the party upon feeling two ki's fluctuate greatly.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as he studied Trunks' body language with a single-minded intensity that would have made him feel twitchy and damp with perspiration had he realized he was under his father's scrutiny, He's about to do something stupid. Damn it, boy, haven't I taught you anything?

x-X-x

"I'm sorry, Panny. I must have heard you wrong. Did you just say that you didn't like her?" Trunks asked dubiously.

When she nodded warily, Trunks laughed humorlessly, "Oh, this is rich. You didn't like her. Well, you know what, Pan, I don't care if you like her or not. I like her!"

He inhaled slowly, then exhaled loudly, "What do you know anyway? You're just a kid."

He raked his hands through his short hair, oblivious to the pained expression that crossed Pan's face.

"What do I know?" She echoed, her voice filled with emotion as she watched Trunks walk away from her.

"I know plenty!" She was shaking now, her dark eyes blazing in a face that was white with a mixture of rage and desperation. Like the fact that I love you, Trunks Vegeta Briefs! Even if you are an ass...

"Don't worry, Panny," Trunks smiled over his shoulder. "I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm sorry I exploded."

x-X-x

Vegeta snorted at his son's stupidity, waiting for something big to happen; he could feel the tension sizzling in the air.

Gohan, on the other hand, frowned as he watched Trunks leave. He had always known that his daughter had a crush on Vegeta's son and while he didn't like it, he honestly believed that this was for the best, even though he knew that his little girl was hurting.

x-X-x

Pan was so consumed in her emotions that she could barely see her surroundings, Trunks–he–he openly rejected my feelings for him. He'll never feel the same way I do because he still sees me as a child. Oh, God, it hurts. Why does it hurt so much?

"I am not a child!" She shouted angrily, feeling her ki rise; her trademark red aura was now flickering gold.

Inside Capsule Corporation, the lights had gone out.

"Don't worry, everyone," Bulma soothed, trying to comfort the distressed people at her party.

"I'm sure the lights will be back on again at any moment now!" She shouted amongst the noise and while she could see everyone silently agree, she didn't notice the disappearance of the Z-Senshi.

"What the hell!" Yamcha murmured, barely able to stand anymore of the skyrocketing ki.

"It's coming from Pan!" Krillin screamed in horror, pointing to the girl whose eyes were white with fury.

"Look!" Goten—who seemingly appeared out of nowhere—shouted, pointing to Vegeta and Gohan.

The rest of the Senshi made their way over to the two silent warriors as Pan let out another agonizing scream of pain, trying to release the hurt that she was feeling inside; she was waiting for a numbing release, but she found that couldn't quite reach it. She was oblivious to the siding that was peeling off of Capsule Corporation and the people trying to reach out for her—she was oblivious to it all because she just wanted to give in to the consuming rage.

And that was when it happened—it was then that Pan finally became The Legendary. With an explosion of light, the Senshi shielded their eyes as her energy metamorphosed into a more concentrated form and flowed around her like a wild flame. Her golden hair shimmered with the effects of her energy and stuck out all over the place, defying Chikyuu's laws of gravity. Her eyes were a strange shade of blue and her dress had torn from where her muscles had expanded, leaving the bust line to look incredibly indecent.

"Wow," Yamcha murmured, being the first person to openly gape at her body.

Being the protective people that they were, Gohan and Goten growled in sync and smacked Yamcha on the back of his head. Vegeta snorted, but was nonetheless intrigued, seeing as this was the first Super Saiyan female he had ever seen; Pan was the first to reach legendary status. Goten and Gohan, on the other hand, were frightened to approach her because they knew how dangerous the first transformation was; Trunks just openly stared.

Pan, on the other hand, felt giddy, I did it. I'm the first female to ever become a Super Saiyan, even though dad said it was quite impossible due to my lack of Saiyan blood.

She felt the Saiyan in her coursing throughout her veins, aching for a battle, but she suppressed the feeling as she looked around to assess the damage she had caused, It's not too bad or at least, nothing that the infamously wealthy Briefs can't have cleared or fixed.

"What is she doing?" Yamcha whispered to an entranced Trunks.

"I–I don't know," Trunks replied, his voice wavering slightly; he didn't take his eyes off of Pan for a second.

"We'd better just watch," Yamcha whispered; Trunks nodded absently.

Pan knew exactly what she had to do. Flying to the laboratorial end of Capsule Corporation, she ignored the eyes upon her body.

Entering the laboratory, she saw that all of the workers had attended the party and she couldn't help but smirk, This is going to be too easy. I almost feel bad.

She flickered on the light switch and looked about a little until she stopped upon recognition, There it is; the prototype.

Approaching the prototype, Pan smashed the glass encasing the machine and shattered it effortlessly. An alarm went off overhead, but she ignored it.

Stepping into the cockpit, her brows furrowed together confusedly, "I guess I should just... push some buttons."

She silently marveled at how her voice had gotten deeper and as if on cue, the machine hummed to life; Pan only knew that she had to leave...

I have to go to a place where they can't find me and where Trunks can't hurt me.

Bulma heard the alarms going off in the laboratory and rushed to the scene.

What she saw before her stopped her dead in her tracks, A Super Saiyan Pan is hijacking my time machine?

She blinked until she came to her senses.

"Wait!" Bulma shouted to Pan as the machine hummed with life

"It's not fully tested yet! It's just a prototype, Pan!" Bulma screamed, running to the machine.

With a whirl of color and light, Pan was gone and Bulma sank to her knees with one thought whirling around in her mind, Just where exactly did Pan go?

A/N: This story was originally written by MintlytheBADgoddess, who let Burenda adopt it, but since they were both unable to complete this story, I decided to adopt it because there are so many places where I can take this story. To answer any or all of your questions; yes, Burenda has let me adopt her story, something you can't consider stealing. Any more questions...? Good!