By: Zea
Pan walked along the hallways of the Capsule Corp. home. Gohan and Videl had gone away on vacation for the week. That left Pan at the Brief's place. She could never find her way around there. Right now, it looked like she was at another playroom for Bra. But that was boring. All of Bra's toys where pink. Pan hated pink. She walked into a room she recognized as Trunks' room. Trunks was talking to someone on the phone.
"No, Goten. I can't go out. I'm babysitting your niece and Bra tonight." He said into the phone.
'Uncle Goten!' Pan thought. "Hey Trunks?" she asked. "Can Uncle Goten come over? We could train."
"Hold on Goten." Trunks said. "No, you’re going to play with Bra. Me and Goten are going to watch TV" He went back to talking to Goten.
"But…" Pan protested. It was no good. She walked back down the halls. Ah, the kitchen. Pan's stomach growled with hunger, as it usually did when ever she thought about food. She looked in the fridge. "Hmm…" She pulled out an apple. And a pie. And a ham, and a bottle of orange juice, and.....
"Get on with it already!!!"
"Ok, ok. Gees…" I was just trying to say what she ate…FOOD!!! The Author of this fiction apologizes, because she has gone to stuff her face.
Ten Minutes Later, the author and Pan are both done eating all the contents of the fridge, even the gross, green, fuzzy stuff at the bottom of the drawer. Yummy. Mold.
Pan belched happily. She felt much better, but was still bored. She sat in the grass. Soon, she heard a door open, and then close. Soft footsteps padded toward her. She opened one eye, and found herself to be looking strait into the eye of Bra. "Ah!!!" Pan screamed. She then found herself floating two feet in the air. Bra giggled.
"Hey Bra-chan?" Pan said. "Do me a favor…and Shut up!"
"Fine Pan. I just wanted to know if you wanted to play Barbies with me."
"No!" Pan screamed again and took off in flight.
Bra giggled again. Pan was so funny. She went back inside, content with her work.
Pan floated over top of the CC building. "Stupid Bra…" Suddenly, Pan detected a strong ki…and recognized it to be Vegeta. "Yeah! He's training!" yelled Pan. She knew it was highly risky to enter the gravity room…while Veggie was training…but…she was bored. Slowly, she floated down toward the machine.
Vegeta was sparring the air, and doing a fine job of it. (aka, he was loosing. ^_^)
He had demolished the punching bag already, so, the air was the next best thing. The only other one around at the time that could spar him was his son Trunks, or his small daughter Bra. Trunks was to lazy, and Bra was well…a spar with Bra would probably get him wound up in pink ribbon again…
Well, there was Pan. What chance did Kakarott’s granddaughter have against the Prince of the Saiyans? None. Suddenly, Vegeta raised his head, having detected a ki nearby. Who would it be, but little Pan-chan, above his gravity machine. 'Ah, so the brat wants to spar…'
Pan landed near the door, and raised her hand to knock. The door flew open before she had a chance to do so, causing her to jump back in surprise. "What do you want, kid?" Vegeta said rudely, popping his head out the door.
"Spar?" the 1/4 Saiyan suggested meekly.
"Ha, with you?"
"No! The teddy bear! Of course with you moron!" Pan shot back.
"Your no match for me. Your weak." And with that, Vegeta closed the door in Pan's face.
Pan growled. She wasn't weak! But, she also wasn't stupid. Vegeta had the gravity up. If she where to burst in there, she'd be flattened…She would get revenge…
That night, the Brief's family, including Bulma who just had home, plus Goten and Pan, were watching TV. Except Vegeta, who was in the bathroom. Pan had her plan fully formed in her head. She smirked to think what Vegeta would look like when he saw what she was going to do. After a while, Pan excused herself from the room. She wandered outside, and soon found her goal.
Now, just some paint, and some of this and that, and she was done.
Vegeta screamed, torpedoing through a wall and into the house. "Woman! Where are the brats?!"
Bulma yelled at her Saiyan husband. "What are you doing?! You broke the wall down that's the fifth time this week you moron, I can't believe you…" her voice trailed off as she saw what Vegeta was holding. Then, her face turned a pinkish color, and she burst out laughing. Vegeta's armor had been painted pink…with the word "Princess" in loopy purple letters.
"Mommy! I'm hungry!" Bra then also spotted the armor…"Oh, daddy! Pink is a great color on you!"
~end~