AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first Dragonball Z fanfic on I hope you guys like it. I’m going to try to make this one funny, so here we go!

Ages: Pan and Bra-16. Marron, Goten, and Trunks-17.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its themes, characters, or etc.

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Completely Indescribable

Chapter 1

Orange Star High School, a place where kids come in okay and leave out insane. A place where I have spent my last three years, working furiously at school work and goofing off with Bra-chan. A place where I have grown into the sixteen year-old that I am today… “She’s boring me. Please make her stop.” A voice in the back of the auditorium called out. The whole auditorium burst out into snickers. Pan’s dark eyes focused on the area where the comment came from. In the very back of Orange Star’s auditorium, sat two very unconcerned teenagers. One, just happened to be Pan’s teenage uncle, Goten Son. Goten was usually a smooth character, known to cause a ruckus or two. He was completely loveable; nobody had a problem with him. If they did, they were jealous.

The other just happened to be the lowest scum of the earth, also known as Trunks Briefs. The pretty boy, whore-lover that found tormenting Pan to be the greatest thing in the world. He just happened to her best friend’s brother. It made her life such a joy, if that was code for a living hell.

Today was School Pride Day, and in honor of the “holiday”, Pan had been asked to show a slideshow presentation of pictures she had taken throughout the school year. She was also giving a speech, that she had to admit, was extremely monotone; but that didn’t give him the right to ruin it with his outcries for admittance in a psychiatric ward. Or rather, his interruptions, as everyone else saw them. She rolled her eyes and continued the presentation.

A place where I have grown into the sixteen year-old that I am today. Many students are long-term friends, like Bra-chan and I, or some meet new friends through the many extracurricular activities provided here at O.S.H.S. I, myself, have befriended many new people through the photography club… “NERD CENTRAL IF YOU’RE THERE PAN-CHAN!” That sent the whole school into a roar of laughter and Pan felt her ki shoot up. Trunks Briefs was going to get it; that was something she could guarantee. She wasn’t a quarter-Saiyan for nothing. He picked the wrong day to have his ass caught up.

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After the assembly was over, Pan found Bra spending her free period at the lunch tables outside. “You don’t care if I kill him, do you?” Pan asked taking a seat next her friend.

“Never have. Never will.” Was Bra’s sharp reply as she pulled out a nail file. She could at least start on manicure while Pan started her daily sermon about Trunks. The blue-haired beauty was very familiar with Pan and Trunks’ war that had been going on since they were in middle school. Before that, they were inseparable best friends. No one knew what exactly caused them to stop being friends, and Bra doubted that they knew either. Maybe it was because Trunks started dating then. It had been a rock-and-roll roller coaster ever since.

“He’s such a jerk, a moronic class-A jackass! You two did not come out of the same gene pool! Sometimes I wonder if he’s a mutant and not a Saiyan. How come he got to be half-Saiyan anyway? He doesn’t even train anymore! Just goes on frilly little make-out sessions with the school sluts. I hate him!” Pan finally screamed out in frustration as she laid her head on Bra’s shoulder. Bra only wondered when Pan would get a boyfriend so she could complain about Trunks to him.

Pan was a pretty girl, barely the tomboy she was a couple of years ago. She would wear skirts every now then, and on good days, you could catch her wearing make-up. She wasn’t so much of prep, but rather a punk with good style. She always did it heavy on the eyeliner. There were barely any days that you found Pan Son without her infamous black eyeliner. She was toned really well, as seeing she spent her afternoons sparring with Bra and Trunks’ father, Vegeta. Vegeta was after all, the Prince of Saiyans. In fact, today Pan was wearing a band tank top and a pair of tight black jeans with her All-Stars that she had flew in from America.

Pan was usually approached by six boys, everyday. All asking her for one date, but Pan always refused. She had never been on a date with anybody. Once Bra asked her why, and her only response was, “I wouldn’t waste my time being one of those hookers that boys like Trunks like to be fond of.” Bra never asked again, but she was going to find out one way or the other.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite ladies.” A voice interrupted Pan’s Trunks bashing.

“Uncle Goten, I’m having a moment here, spare us the flattery.” Pan said.

“Spare her the flattery,” Bra said walking up to Goten, “Why is it that you let my brother do such things? Goten, come on, you should put him on a leash before he pisses her off for real.”

“I am pissed off for real!” Pan exclaimed, feeling as the inadequate child she always felt whenever Goten and Bra were together. She wondered how they got together in the first place. Her uncle and her best friend had been dating for 3 months. The thought sent chills up her spine, although they were a cute couple. They always seemed to make each other happy, the complete opposite of her and Trunks. She hated him.

“Pan, I told him to shut-up, but you know Trunks, he never listens to anybody. He didn’t mean anything by it.” Goten said; now holding Bra’s hand. Pan blew an extremely long bang out of her face as her reply. “Pan, when is this between you two going to stop?”

“Until he stops being a hot air balloon full of shit.” Pan answered to her uncle, nearly quicker than he asked the question.

“Well, I suppose that will never happen because you’re the hot air balloon full of shit, Panny.” The most wretched voice to hit Pan’s ears said from behind her. Pan turned to face Mr. Playboy himself. She couldn’t help but think about how great his eyes looked as the sun glared off of them. She mentally slapped herself for thinking that and moved away from the table.

“Why do you call me that? My name is Pan. P-A-N. I know your hair is too nice for intelligence to get through, but try to let that sink in. It’s a three-letter word.” Pan stated. Goten and Bra rolled their eyes and took a seat at the table. The fireworks had only begun.

“So, you do think my hair is nice, Panny. Well, if you would just beg for me, I will consider going out with you.” Trunks said, flattering only him in the statement as he stood face-to-face with Pan.

“Me? Beg? For you? HA! That’s funniest thing I’ve heard all day. Who wants to date such a prick like you?”

“I don’t know, maybe a freak like you.”

“I wouldn’t waste my breath. You don’t even know how to say my name. I’d rather die than to be anywhere close to the likings of you.”

“Oh, little Miss Quarter-Saiyan is trying to talk bad to me. Please get in line with the other beggars who want to get close to me.”

“That line is imaginary. You would at least think you wouldn’t have to dig into your imagination to give an insult.”

“Talking to you is an insult!”

“Not as much of an insult as being this close to you!”

“Well, why don’t you just leave?”

“I was here first! I’m not going anywhere!”

“Well, neither am I!” They were silent for about ten seconds, looked at each other, and then stormed off in the opposite directions, both insulting one another.

“Another day in Orange Star High.” Bra sighed.

“Yep.” Goten agreed, shaking his head in disappointment.

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Okay, well, that was my first chapter! I need more humor for this to be really funny. Any suggestions? Well, I must be off! Until next time…

Angel