By: Zea
Pan had been punished for her few minutes of fun once her parents returned.
Gohan though, thought that Vegeta did deserve it. And how fitting, to be outwitted
by the third generation third class Saiyan. But, Pan had still done wrong, and
had to be punished.
"No fourth helpings during dinner, and no sparring with Grandpa for two
weeks." Gohan told his daughter. "That should teach you. Besides,
your lucky that Bulma kept Vegeta under control. There's no telling what he
will do when he's upset."
"Yes daddy…" Pan said. Her voice sounded sorry, but she didn't
feel it in the least. Vegeta had called her weak. She had shown him.
Back at the Brief's place, Vegeta was whining at Bulma. Well, as close as Vegeta
gets to whining. It was more of demanding. Oh forget it. He was ordering her
to make him a new armor.
"Vegeta, for the last time, I can't do it now, I'm working! Now go do something
else for a while." Bulma yelled into her spiky-haired husbands ear. A mischievous
smirk played across her face, and her voice calmed. "Besides Vegeta. Pink
is a very in color. And it goes with your eyes so well."
Vegeta scowled. Everyone had been making fun of him ever since that bratty little
girl had played that prank on him. Even the owls at night seemed to mock him.
Of course, he had taken care of that. A couple charred owls lay outside his
bedroom window.
"Come on Vegeta. Pan is just a little girl. It could be worse. She could
have made you pink." Bulma smiled. "Just relax. I'll do it later."
However, Vegeta hadn't heard anything past "She could have made you pink."
Vegeta smirked, and walked away. Now, for his supplies…
Lazily, Pan opened her eyes to the bright sunlight. She blinked in confusion.
"My eyes must not be working right…" She thought to herself.
Using her fists, she rubbed her sleepy eyes. No, it wasn't her eyes…Everything
in her room was bright, hot pink.
Her walls shown with fresh paint, her carpet had been dyed light pink. Her bed
was now pink, her pillow, her clothes in her closet, all pink. Even the border
of her mirror was pink. Then, Pan realized the worse thing of all. She herself
was pink, from head to toe. Even her black hair had a pinkish shine to it. Her
face was covered in paint, and her hands looked like they had been dyed with
Easter egg dye. The small girls fingernails shown with what Pan recognized as
Bra's pink and gold sprinkled nail polish.
Pan walked to her door, ignoring the wet squishing sound under her feet from
the carpet. When she opened it, a can of paint fell on her head, drenching her
from head to toe again (gee, I wonder what color the paint was….). Following
the paint, a tube of pinkish fuzzy fluff fell down on top of the paint, sticking
to it, making her look like one big, pink fuzz…thing.(lack of better word....*kicks
thesaurus under computer desk* *whistles innocently*)
A note lay on the floor at Pan's feet. She bent over.
"Now were even."
"Not quite Vegeta…" Pan muttered. "You wanna play dirty?
I can play dirty."
And so it began.