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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
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Chapter 1: Frickin' Alarm Clock
Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Pan rolled out of bed and onto the floor, slapping the alarm clock on her way down. She reluctantly got up and rubbed her eyes. It was the first day of freshman year and Pan was not looking forward to it. She put on a pair of jeans and a black and red tie dyed shirt along with her Vans. (Shoes if you don't know). She brushed her teeth and combed her hair and vaulted all 29 steps down to the kitchen.
"Morning Ma. Hey Kiai, how's my baby?" Pan cooed, stopping to pet her dog.
"We have pancakes and eggs. Sit down and I'll get you some." Videl said, flipping pancakes in the air.
"That's okay Ma. I'll just take an apple. I'm late as it is. See ya later." Pan replied. And with that she grabbed an apple and her backpack and walked out the door, leaving her mother with a forlorn look on her face.
"Oh well," sighed Videl. "Come Kiai. We'll have our own feast."
Pan walked along the side of the road, thinking. She didn't want to go to school. She wanted to continue her summer of training with her dad, Gohan, and her uncle, Goten, and the rest of her friends. She was coming along nicely, her power level increasing to even more powerful heights. If she could have, she would have not gone to school. But as it was, her father highly believed in education. Thus, she was forced to. Pan was brought back to earth by a sudden ditch in the road, and she fell, face first. 'Grrrrrrr,' she thought. 'I hate walking. Screw walking. I'm flying.'
So she took off, leaving dust on the ground under her. She flew low, so she made a game out of leaping over bushes and trees. But the trip didn't last long. She was forced to the ground again 100 yards from the school. She walked up to the school, and everyone was staring at her. 'Damn it,' she thought. 'I must look like a tornado hit me.' Pan hurriedly jogged to the bathroom and fixed her hair. She was walking out when flaming purple hair caught her attention. 'Trunks? Does he go to this school?'
"Trunks!" She called after him, but he seemed not to hear her. Sighing, she went to her first class.
It was Study Hall and Pan was sitting against a tree, reading. She didn't like being cooped up inside all day. She needed fresh air. The wind blew mild, and her jet-black air blew, shining in the light. The deep depths of her brown eyes were endless. And her lips were full and true.
Trunks walked outside to the courtyard. What a day. All these stupid freshmen girls flocked him all day. He needed to get away when he saw a beautiful girl sitting against an oak tree. He thought, 'Wow, she's got a nice body, but she looks so familiar.' His curiosity got the better of him and he casually walked closer. As he drew nearer, old memories of a younger version of a black haired girl came back to him. From about a year ago. "Pan?" She looked up. "Son Pan?"
"Trunks!" She cried. Pan got up and ran to him, straight into his arms. They hugged, as old friends reunite. They broke apart and stared at one another. " Oh my god!" They cried at the same time, and embraced again.
"You look great." Trunks commented.
"Thanks. You too." She blushed as she replied. They went and sat by the tree. They talked of old memories and how they haven't seen each other in so long. Trunks could not stop looking at her. It was as if she was a whole new person. She had been a scrawny, determined, female saiyan trying to beat the boys. Now she was a woman, a full grown one at that and his eyes were glued to her.
Pan was so enticed by him, with his hair, and his laughing baby blue eyes. He was hot, and she wasn't scared to admit it. She was only 15, and he 17, (A/N I know that's unrealistic, but hey, I'm makin' the story here.) and she didn't think she had a chance. She also didn't know if her parents would approve.
The bell rang and she said good-bye reluctantly. He suggested they get together some time but all she could do was nod her head.
Sorry everybody that's it for now. Give me your feedback ASAP.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
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Chapter 1: Frickin' Alarm Clock
Beeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Pan rolled out of bed and onto the floor, slapping the alarm clock on her way down. She reluctantly got up and rubbed her eyes. It was the first day of freshman year and Pan was not looking forward to it. She put on a pair of jeans and a black and red tie dyed shirt along with her Vans. (Shoes if you don't know). She brushed her teeth and combed her hair and vaulted all 29 steps down to the kitchen.
"Morning Ma. Hey Kiai, how's my baby?" Pan cooed, stopping to pet her dog.
"We have pancakes and eggs. Sit down and I'll get you some." Videl said, flipping pancakes in the air.
"That's okay Ma. I'll just take an apple. I'm late as it is. See ya later." Pan replied. And with that she grabbed an apple and her backpack and walked out the door, leaving her mother with a forlorn look on her face.
"Oh well," sighed Videl. "Come Kiai. We'll have our own feast."
Pan walked along the side of the road, thinking. She didn't want to go to school. She wanted to continue her summer of training with her dad, Gohan, and her uncle, Goten, and the rest of her friends. She was coming along nicely, her power level increasing to even more powerful heights. If she could have, she would have not gone to school. But as it was, her father highly believed in education. Thus, she was forced to. Pan was brought back to earth by a sudden ditch in the road, and she fell, face first. 'Grrrrrrr,' she thought. 'I hate walking. Screw walking. I'm flying.'
So she took off, leaving dust on the ground under her. She flew low, so she made a game out of leaping over bushes and trees. But the trip didn't last long. She was forced to the ground again 100 yards from the school. She walked up to the school, and everyone was staring at her. 'Damn it,' she thought. 'I must look like a tornado hit me.' Pan hurriedly jogged to the bathroom and fixed her hair. She was walking out when flaming purple hair caught her attention. 'Trunks? Does he go to this school?'
"Trunks!" She called after him, but he seemed not to hear her. Sighing, she went to her first class.
It was Study Hall and Pan was sitting against a tree, reading. She didn't like being cooped up inside all day. She needed fresh air. The wind blew mild, and her jet-black air blew, shining in the light. The deep depths of her brown eyes were endless. And her lips were full and true.
Trunks walked outside to the courtyard. What a day. All these stupid freshmen girls flocked him all day. He needed to get away when he saw a beautiful girl sitting against an oak tree. He thought, 'Wow, she's got a nice body, but she looks so familiar.' His curiosity got the better of him and he casually walked closer. As he drew nearer, old memories of a younger version of a black haired girl came back to him. From about a year ago. "Pan?" She looked up. "Son Pan?"
"Trunks!" She cried. Pan got up and ran to him, straight into his arms. They hugged, as old friends reunite. They broke apart and stared at one another. " Oh my god!" They cried at the same time, and embraced again.
"You look great." Trunks commented.
"Thanks. You too." She blushed as she replied. They went and sat by the tree. They talked of old memories and how they haven't seen each other in so long. Trunks could not stop looking at her. It was as if she was a whole new person. She had been a scrawny, determined, female saiyan trying to beat the boys. Now she was a woman, a full grown one at that and his eyes were glued to her.
Pan was so enticed by him, with his hair, and his laughing baby blue eyes. He was hot, and she wasn't scared to admit it. She was only 15, and he 17, (A/N I know that's unrealistic, but hey, I'm makin' the story here.) and she didn't think she had a chance. She also didn't know if her parents would approve.
The bell rang and she said good-bye reluctantly. He suggested they get together some time but all she could do was nod her head.
Sorry everybody that's it for now. Give me your feedback ASAP.