Just as he was about to say, �Go home and play with your dollies,� the girl came down with a mighty crack to his ribs. He stumbled backward, confused that her blows could land such an impact.
�What the in the HFIL?� He cursed. He launched himself at her, throwing a couple of punches. She blocked a few, but more landed on her than she could block. She crouched low, a stream of crimson flowing from her mouth.
He looked at her stance, and a memory from long ago crept into his minds eye. Her stance was so�familiar. This was too scary, he decided. �Time to go home.�
He blinked out of sight, and carefully pressed two spots on the back of the girl's neck. She blinked startled, and the slumped down. Trunks puzzled at this for a second, those pressure points should have been instant. �Oh well,� He thought, � Maybe she is just really slow or something��
He picked the drooping figure up, and hopped into the air.
The room was dark� and cold, shadowed and heavy with the stench of blood. The girl sat dazed, amidst a jungle of tangled, red stained bed sheets. Silent tears crept down her ashen skin, and her black locks lay limp on her head.
She cradled her mother�s head in her lap, and tried not to watch as the blood poured from somewhere deep inside of her. Her mother�s face was deathly pale, her hair soaked with perspiration. She moaned softly, a sound of utter pain.
The girl clenched her teeth, feeling helpless. There was no medicine, The Androids had destroyed everything. She waited for the next of her mother�s contractions to come, so as she could hold her hands and help her along.
Her mother twitched, and her body convulsed in a silent shiver. She watched her eyelashes flutter�but they did not open. As the heaving breaths dimmed to a whisper, and as her mother�s body became limp in her arms� the 8-year-old let out one agonizing sob.
�Okaasan!�
Pan awoke sweating, disturbed by her dream and aching everywhere. She gripped the soft sheets-and automatically tensed. Sheets? There were no sheets at her place.
�You can get up now. I can sense you�re awake.�
Pan�s head whipped in the direction of the noise, and met the eyes of a blue haired woman. What was going on?
�Sense?� Pan asked absently, gripping her forehead as she sat up on the medical table.
�Where in the HFIL am I?� She asked a little more gruffly. (Sorry, I just couldn�t pass the dubbie up!)
The woman smiled, and replied simply. �Sense your Ki, your power level.� She gathered a couple of medical instruments. � My name is Bulma Briefs, and you�ll be staying at my house for a while
Pan�s eyes widened to an immeasurable width. �Excuse me?� She peeped. Surely this wasn�t THE Bulma Briefs, the genius, inventor, millionaire�
�In the flesh!� She answered brightly, plopping down onto a swivel stool. Pan calculated mentally. Bulma Briefs had to be around her late forties, and the pretty, ageless woman before her couldn�t be a day over 30.
� How old are you?� She blurted, not realizing what she�d asked until too late. Her face turned a nice color of red.
Bulma chuckled slyly, � I am 48 years old hon, but I look pretty dang well for pushing fifty, ne?� She held up a toned arm, and smiled smugly.
�Are you a fighter?� She asked, admiring the muscle and her excitement at a fellow woman warrior peaking.
� Who isn�t these days?� Bulma more stated then asked. � Yes, I am. I trained with my son, whom I believe you may have had the �pleasure� of meeting with.�
Pan froze. That was why she was here. She had gotten her a$$ kicked by that guy�
Bulma looked at hey unhappy features.
� Oh, don�t be pissed. He defeats everybody. We�re only human, ne?� Bulma said. �Hold out your arm.�
�Why?� Pan asked suspiciously, drawing the limb in question around her.
� I have to get a blood sample.� Bulma shrugged impassively.
Pan held out her arm, reluctantly. �I hate needles.� She muttered.
Bulma chuckled, and pooped the needle in.
�AHHHH!� Pan hissed, Ki peaking violently.
Bulma pulled it back out, now filled with a red liquid. �What�s your name hon?� She asked.
�Pan.� Pan answered, cradling her arm.
�Well, you are free to wonder around her for awhile. You weren�t hurt that bad�unusual, but�� She said, face contorted as if in deep thought. She shook it off. I guess you are just healthy! I will find you when the results are ready.
She headed out the door, lab coats rustling behind her
Pan smiled mischievously, jumping off the med table.
