Never Goes As Planned

By: Pan-chan13

Disclaimers: I do not own DBZ/GT or any of its characters. If for some reason you believe these characters resemble you, know that I am not stalking you. It's just mere coincidence.

Author's Notes: So I'm putting up another DBZ fic. I love this anime. I especially love the Pan x Trunks pairing. It's been a while since I've put a new story. I hope you enjoy!

"There!" Pan Son dusted her small hands off by smoothing her palms over each other in a back and forth fashion. The coffee table was officially the last piece of furniture she had to move. She then reached to tuck some of the mid length black hair that fell loose over her ears. If her mother and grandfather were there with her at such a turning point in her life, she wondered what they would say to her. They promised not to bug her too much during her move out to her brand new apartment. She smiled fondly. That didn't mean she didn't miss them though.

Pan drew her hair over her left shoulder and began to idly braid it. She lazily thought to cut her nails as they were getting long. She considered getting a manicure, which she would never admit but found relaxing, but a quick reminder of her wardrobe told her that French tips didn't go with fighting gloves or baggy shirts. Most of her clothing would be mailed to her from her mother. She brought the essentials, meaning nothing she could go out as a girl in.

"Would you like a refreshing beverage Ms. Son?" A clear yet obviously robotic voice asked from near her shin.

She looked down at the odd Christmas gift. It was a chubby little robot with very large round eyes that lit up as it spoke. It didn't have legs but four bearing balls that rolled in whatever direction the robot wanted to move. It had quite the range of motion. It could reach under her bed, crawl under her couch, and even roll onto her walls, if she permitted. She considered putting paint on the bottom of the balls and letting him just go at it on the ceiling for an artistic effect. But the friction of the dried paint on his feet afterwards would be too much for the little guy to handle. Alpha, as she called it, would not be pleased.

"No thank you alpha." Without a task, it scurried away to dust off some of the other furniture.

One of the nice things about helper robots was the troubleshooting they could do. If any of her appliances malfunctioned, it would fix it nicely. Despite the fact that Alpha was a just a miniature version of some of the larger robots, he could still accomplish much. It's not that Pan needed the help. She understood much about electronics herself. It was just that it was nice for someone to not look at her funny when she began to talk about her tinkering.

"Just you and me alpha." She looked back only to realize Alpha was more interested in some nicely developing dust bunnies. Pan smiled and flopped onto her couch, wiggling her bare toes and stretching her entire body in relaxation. Her job at the non-profit would not be starting until a month later and she was more or less done moving in. What was she going to do now? She noted her lazy state of appearance – a black tank and gray sweats. She did have popcorn waiting to be popped. Perhaps a movie was in order.

Satisfied with the control she had over her current life, Pan rolled off the sofa with as much grace as a sloth and walked to the kitchen. Pan had graduated from college that year and events have occurred more or less by the book. She got a job interview in the city close to home, used money she had saved up to do a down payment on the apartment, and moved out. She had been able to spend time with her mother and grandfather, who spoiled her rotten. They were sad to see her grow up so soon, but she assured them monthly visits and promised at least several holidays.

As she inserted the disc to watch a classic kung-fu movie Pan for a split moment nearly regretted that she wasn't caught up in some amazing adventure. The wonderful taste of butter and salt took her away from the slip of an idea.

She was having the weirdest dream and she made a mental note to avoid popcorn right before sleeping. In her dream Pan was laying down on a metal slab with rubber straps around her wrists and ankles. In fact, it was all so realistic that she shivered at the cold of the metal and winced while trying to adjust herself under the tight straps. Lights blinked at her and she noted a red beam from a scanner sweeping up and down her body. Where was this dream taking place? And why was it that the more she thought about it the more she believed that it wasn't a dream?

"I see you're awake." A female loomed over her. She was beautiful with large blue eyes and long straight blue hair. The woman took off her glasses and pressed what seemed to be an electronic clip board. "The sedatives were supposed to have a longer effect, but considering your bloodline I'm not surprised you woke up this early. I am not done with the tests yet."

Pan blinked, still feeling a bit drowsy. Sedatives? Bloodline? Tests? What was this crazy person talking about?

Her head rolled to the side and what she saw caught her breath. It was a large portion of Earth showing through the window of whatever it was they were on – a spaceship? Space travel was not something uncommon. It was the fact that she flew into space without knowing. The acceleration, the loud sounds of fuel burning enough to haul something so heavy in order make the escape velocity, the voices of a ship's crew as they double checked all aspects of the ship – none of this woke her up?

After a few minutes she realized that Earth was kept in view as opposed to becoming a little dot in the vast universe of planets and stars. Pan deduced that they were either traveling at a snail's pace or just orbiting the planet. If that were so, she could find a way out.

Pan groaned. Find a way out? Maybe the drugs haven't completely worn off yet. She was talking like she could just jump off. She wouldn't know the first thing about where to go if she were free. Pan tested the straps by pushing her limbs against them. There was a creak and the sound of seams tearing. They were just normal bed straps, then, like ones used in hospitals. The girl probably had not accounted for someone waking up. And lucky for Pan, her strength was above average.

The blue haired beauty turned her back on Pan to look at what seemed to be a heart monitor. Several other people in white coats sat across a modest set of 5 foot screens. Pan glanced around before she spotted what she was looking for – a door. It hissed open and shut as people passed through it. If she could just make a run for it, she would figure it out from there.

Pan closed her eyes and then pulled her arms and legs up, effortlessly breaking free and swinging her legs over the side of the table she was laying on.

The blue haired woman spoke, her voice crisp. She did not turn to Pan to address her escape attempt. "There are no pods on this ship because this ship is only so big. I've told father that it's a safety hazard to not have a means to escape if this ship goes down, but he does not care for such things as much as my mother does."

Pan rubbed her wrists and looked up, thoroughly pissed that her sleep was ruined. She then fell into a fighting stance. Her mother was a trained martial artist and arguably one of the best female fighters on their planet. Confidence filled Pan as adrenaline ran through her veins.

"So one question - After I kick all of your asses, how do I get home?"

The blue haired girl crossed her arms and looked at Pan from the top of her head down. This girl looked the part. The question was – Was she truly her?

Pan appeared to be the correct age, though with saiya-jins it was hard to tell after a certain point. She had braided her mid length black hair down her back. Her dark eyes sparked with irritation. She looked the part, bearing similarities to the Sons. The results from the scan were also promising, but there was still more to be found. Having Pan conscious was not an ideal situation.

Pan raised a brow after feeling like this girl had a good stare. "I have no idea what's going on, but I do know that kidnapping is against the law."

"My name is Bra Briefs Vegeta." Bra smirked and added, "I have what you call diplomatic immunity."

Pan tightened her fists, never getting out of her offensive stance. When she saw that Bra had not backed down, Pan began to slide her feet further apart for a defensive stance. Who was this Bra anyway?

"Like hell you do! Why am I several million miles away from earth?"

Bra sighed and took off her glasses. Now that Pan took a good look, it seemed Bra had not gotten much sleep lately. "You're powers of estimation are horrible. We're not millions of miles away, maybe just a few hundred above the atmosphere."

"And you think that will make me feel better?" Pan spat.

"Well, I would get offended if someone criticized my estimating skills – Oh – you mean about being above earth's atmosphere." She placed on her glasses and gracefully tied her hair up with an elastic band. She then shot a look through her glasses that told Pan that she wasn't intimidated. "Don't consider yourself so special, human. You are not the first I've taken."

Pan growled. "You mean you've kidnapped other girls? What is wrong with you?"

Bra had dropped the sharp look and sighed, rubbing her temples. "It is called desperation. Don't worry. Everyone has been returned safely with no recollection of being on this ship."

Relief flooded Pan. She would be on her way then.

"But there's no guarantee that you are going home Ms. Pan Son."

The comment put Pan back on her toes.

Bra typed one handed onto her clip board fairly quickly. It was a type of technology Pan understood to be expensive.

"I am going to run a series of tests on you. Blood work, physical exam, IQ test to start with."

She crossed her arms in defiance. "What makes you think I'll agree to taking these tests?"

"I'm sure your lungs would appreciate it if you didn't get yourself jetted into outer space." Bra threatened.

"I'm thinking of not-so-nice names to call you." Was Pan's retort.

"I can see that we will be the best of friends. I promise that if we don't find what we're looking for, then you are free to go. I'm not a bad person."

But if you are her… Bra turned to look away, afraid of revealing her intentions.

Pan had to admit – this was the most pleasant abduction she had ever experienced. Granted, she had never been kidnapped before, but she had an idea of what it was supposed to be like and this was surely far from it. A luxurious bath large enough for two people was filled to the brim with temperature controlled mineral water that smelled of fruits. Steam occasionally drifted up and gently hit her face. Around the bath were screens that gave realistic settings such as a room full of candles, a field of flowers, or a tropical paradise. Sounds of a waterfall echoed in the room accompanied by soft piano. Pan had always wanted to learn but when she was younger, she couldn't get a grip on her strength and ended up breaking every musical instrument handed to her.

The relaxed girl noticed movement in the corner of her eye and got a grip on the side of the tub. A flat screen flew at face level and Bra's face appeared. Pan observed the girl, who appeared to be the same age as her, and concluded that she was of no threat as long as you stayed on her good side.

Bra was intelligent to boot and knew what she was doing. Pan tinkered but Bra invented. A lot of the machinery on this ship were unheard of, or at least not manufactured on Earth. Bra claimed that she had designed almost all of the gadgets and robots. Pan mentioned to herself that Bra struck her as a workaholic. The bags under her eyes were a testament to her lack of sleep. Or it could be that something was ailing her at night. It made Pan curious but if a scientific genius like Bra could not figure out a solution, Pan wasn't sure she could be of help.

"Desperation huh?" Pan murmured.

"Excuse me?" Bra's voice came through.

Pan lowered herself into the tub. After seeing Bra take off the white coat, Pan also noted that she had a woman's body. The full chest and hips were only complemented by the behind that you saw when she turned around. Bra was like some sort of lingerie model playing scientist. She couldn't believe it. Why did some girls get it all?

"Nothing." Pan finally answered. Bra ignored Pan's angry gaze and rattled off information she had gathered.

"Incredibly enough, you are a hybrid."

Pan scoffed. "I could have told you that I am part saiya-jin. Inter-breeding is more common nowadays."

Bra interrupted her. "However, you haven't had much training. That is fine. If you are who I think you are, my brother will train you well." A coy smile graced her features.

Haven't had much training? She was pretty well damn trained in martial arts. Her mother and grandfather taught her everything she knew. What kind of training was this underwear model speaking of? Another thing bothered Pan.

"Your brother?"

Ignoring her question, Bra continued on. "It may be a long shot, but it's possible." Another blip on the screen appeared behind the girl. She sighed and closed her eyes as if this were the moment of truth. Bra stared at the screen for a long time. Pan considered tapping the screen to get her attention but decided against it.

" The DNA tests show matches to the Sons."

"Who?"

A pregnant silence ensued.

"You… I found you." Her entire demeanor changed and she giggled like a girl who just got the perfect present.

"PAN! I FOUND YOU!!"

The door to the bath slid open and the peaceful music and scenery disappeared. A blue haired beauty ran in and proceeded to jumped on Pan, giving her the warmest hug. Water soaked Bra from the waist down but she didn't seem to mind. Pan was too astonished to tell her to get out. Both girls stared at each other while sitting in the bath. A male scientist passing by passed out with a nosebleed.

Bra spoke quickly and with a kick to her voice. Earlier she was short with Pan but now she spoke like Pan had entered some inner circle.

"We are currently orbiting Earth. It took me a whole week but I can finally return without suspicion. Pan Son, you must return to Planet Vegeta with me."

"Why?"

"If you truly want to know who you are and reconcile it with your present, then come with me. I understand that this is hard to accept, but know that I am low on time. I'll explain everything. After you're done, there's a room directly adjacent to this. Go ahead and get the clothes out of the panel closet and meet me on the bridge."

And then Bra made her exit, running hurriedly and leaving a wonderful trail of fragranced water behind her. Cleaning bots strolled over the water and followed Bra and her dripping self.

Pan found warm towels waiting for her beside the bath and she decided she could no longer indulge herself. Bra said she would explain everything. Pan hoped part of that explanation was how she could get home. Go to planet Vegeta? The saiya-jin planet? Her mother, Videl, had told her that her father was half saiya-jin. Pan grew up on Earth so she never felt any connection to the culture or planet of saiya-jins.

The floor was cold but the room she entered was carpeted with a soft material that she felt bad getting water on. After nearly 20 minutes Pan got frustrated. She was still in a towel.

She could not find the closet no matter how closely she looked at the room. Now that she thought about it, panels were placed along the walls and everyone except her knew where they were. They held tools, communication devices, maps of the ship, and other robots. It was like hiding all their material in the walls. This meant that the closet was practically invisible until Pan found the button or switch or sensor or whatever it was that opened it. She would need to ask the captain of the ship herself.

"Bra this is ridiculous."

"Bra, this is ridiculous. What are you doing orbiting this planet?" A very rough male voice berated.

Bra held her ground but surprise was evident in her eyes. She wasn't sure why her brother was here on this side of the universe. Something told her that her father was involved though. He had odd ways of showing his concern for his princess and it usually involved torturing Trunks to ensure she got what she wanted or was kept safe.

"Trunks! What are you doing here?"

"Father deemed it my fault that you ran away and ordered me to bring you back."

Bra was right on the money.

"Just you?" She asked, regaining her composure.

Trunks looked confused at this question but answered it regardless. He crossed his arms, which he often did when acting the big brother to Bra.

"I have a crew on standby. If you're asking about Pan then she is back at the castle doing etiquette lessons."

The name of the woman he had just mentioned set off alarms in Bra's head. She had to show Trunks the results of her search before anything else.

"Trunks, you have to let me explain."

But he had already turned his back to her and was heading to where his ship had set up the connection path to hers.

"Explain when we've gone back home."

"No, this needs to be explained now." She did her best to put as much urgency in her voice. It worked on her father but Trunks was hardly wrapped around her finger. Pan however…

"Bra? I don't appreciate playing hide and seek with the closet that you said is in my room…"

Speak of the devil.

Trunks' eyes went wide when he saw the towel clad figure. Of course, Pan was oblivious to the fact that the towel showed off slender yet muscled legs, petite and toned shoulder and arms, and a set of wide innocent, but slightly irritated, eyes. Trunks had seen beautiful women but something burned at the pit of his stomach seeing the sight before him. He wasn't sure why.

"Who is she?"

"Determine for yourself, brother."

"A human with a flat chest and no sex appeal."

Pan cleared her throat and, forgetting her current state of dress, took her hands away from holding her towel up and put them on her hips. "I am here you know."

"Look closer. She is Pan Son, the real one. I knew something was off about mistake that you're going to marry."

Trunks threw Pan a sideways glance.

"Impossible."

Author's Notes: Please review and tell me what you think!