"Sweet ride!" Jerry exclaimed, running his hands over the cherry red convertable.

"Yeah, my car's almost as cool." She pointed to where Trunks was driving off with her navy hover car.

"So that's how you get here so fast. Hover car." He said. "I didn't think you'd be able to get all the way up here so fast with an ordinary car."

"That's at least a five hour drive." She said. "No, usually I either take my mom's old jet or my hover car."

"Awesome. I brought my dad's company jet-copter, since you live all the way out here. We'll go to town and take my car from there." He pointed to the small coptor nearby.

"Sounds good." She agreed. "Shall we?"

"Let's." He took her hand and led her to the small auto.

***

The two arrived in town after a quick stop to change rides, they entered the swanky restaurant and were almost immediatly seated.

"Wow, you're dad must have alot of influence to get you a car like that and reservations at a place like this." She observed.

"Well, I don't like to brag, but he's the head of Mercer and Sly law officers. John Mercer." He said.

"Cool." Pan nodded. "My family is just a little country kinda people. My dad's a teacher, my mom works at the Satan residence."

"They're influential." Jerry said.

"Yeah. But working for my Grandpa kinda puts her on edge. I can't blame her, though." She smiled at the thought of her eccentric Grandfather.

"You're Hercule Satan's granddaughter?" He asked in astonishment.

"The one and only." Pan smiled. "Don't let it scare you, I'm nothing like him."

"Yeah... so... what relation do you and that Trunks guy have?" He asked the question he'd been dying to know since he saw him.

"It's sort of a long story, but our families have been... well, on my Grandpa and Bra's dad's parts, rivals... but Bulma and Grandpa Goku have been friends since he was twelve and she was sixteen. Bra and I are best friends. My uncle Goten and Trunks are best friends, and Bra and Goten are dating." She explained.

"I guess it's true that they say this town is run by two families. Yours and thiers." Jerry waved the waiter away. "I've heard your family has a long history of fighting in tournaments."

"They do, but I haven't in a really long time." She lied, not wanting to scare him off. "I don't fight anymore, that was my tomboy phase, you know. I can barely land a kick anymore."

"Hmm." He said. "This place is taking forever. Do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere private?"

"Uh... all right." She reluctantly agreed.

"Great." He offered his hand and she took it. Together they left the building, leaving curious waiters and bystanders in thier wake.

***

"Beautiful night." Pan looked up at the stars through the open top of the car.

"Almost as beautiful as you." He flattered.

Pan blushed.

"I'm afraid I have a confession to make." He turned to her.

"Yes?" She responded.

"I-- I'm really attracted to you... and... I want to kiss you." He said.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked.

He grinned and moved over her, placing his mouth on hers.

Pan's dark eyes slid shut and she felt him stradle her waist. She moaned quietly.

Jerry's hands roamed over her slender form, slowly moving under her dress. He tugged at the orange bandana and it dropped to the floor of the car.

Pan ached as his mouth found her chest, slowly displacing the velvety material. Her eyes widened suddenly, she realized where this was going.

"Jerry, stop." She pushed him away, grabbing her bandana from the floor.

"Come on, babe. You know you want to." His mouth descended on hers again.

"No, I don't." She pushed him away for a second time.

"You don't know what you want yet." He took her small hands, holding them against the back of the seat. Pan struggled and gasped. Images flashed back to that night that seemed so far away.

Pan felt a slight pressure on her back, round, cold, and metal; a gun. "Damn it all to HELL!" She yelled whipping around. "This is really NOT my night buddy, so if you'll please leave me in peace, I might let you live." She said angrily tapping her foot.

"Stop." She whispered.

"Feisty, I like that. Now hand over all your cash and jewelery, and I won't blow you to bits." The man said, pushing the gun to her stomach for emphasis. Three more thugs came out of the shadows, each holding a weapon, guns, knives, and bats. "Your money, now, it's your money or something else." The man said running a finger along her cheek and grinning stupidly, voice slurred, and the destinct smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Stop it." She said louder.

"Shit!" She cursed stomping her foot. She looked up towards the sky as if comtemplating whether to jump in the air or not, the man made the descision for her by roughly pushing her hands over her head, against the brick wall behind her, while still holding the gun toward her. "I don't have any money or jewelery."

"Then give me your capsules, babe." Another said.

"Get off." She ordered.

"I don't HAVE and DAMN CAPSULES!" She yelled again. "If I did, I wouldn't have been waiting for the BUS!"

"Oh well, more fun for me." The one holding her arms said.

"No!" She exclaimed trying to squirm from his grasp, but failing. "You can't do that! Do you know what my father will do to you?!"

One of the others came by and pulled her knee length, black skirt and panties off..."No, please." She whimpered.

"I'm warning you." She pushed him away.

"There's nothing you can do, priss." He smirked and tugged at the top of her dress.

She cried out sharply in pain. "Please stop." She whimpered. "Kami, have mercy. Please."

"Get off!" Pan's dark eyes flashed deep green, glaring coldly. Her hair came free from its barrettes and stiffened, forming thick golden spikes flowing down her back.

Jerry's body was blown backward by her glowing aura, slamming against the dashboard.

"I said no." She narrowed her eyes, grabbing the front of his shirt. "I won't let it happen again, not by you or anyone else. Do you understand me!? No means NO!"

"You... you're not human!" He exclaimed. "Monster."

"No, not monster. I'm a woman that has the right to chose what I do or don't do with my own body." She slammed him against the windshield. "I won't let you force me into something that I don't want."

"I'm sorry!" He cried, struggling to get free.

"How does it feel?" She smirked coldly. "How does it feel to be defensless? To struggle to get free, but not be able to? How does it feel, hmm?"

"Bad!" He exclaimed again.

"That's right." She dropped him. "I have a feeling you'll be taking a long walk home."

"I'm the one with the car, babe." He smirked.

"Oh, really?" She pulled him out and tossed him to the ground. "I could have sworn yours was about to be turned into smoking scrap metal." The Super Saiyan girl cupped her hands to her side. "Kamehameha!"

"My car!" Jerry yelled as his car exploded into a burst of light.

"Now who's stranded?" She smirked.

"You don't have a ride either!" He said.

"Who needs a car?" She shrugged. "When you can fly. Now get out of my site before I do to you what I did to your car. And don't even think about telling anyone about this. What you did is called attempted rape, and I'd like to see your father get you out of that one."

"You can't do anything...!" He scooted back.

Pan held her hands up, a yellow glow forming around her fingers. "Go!"

A small puddle formed around the horney teenager before he took off like a bat out of hell.

Pan's hands dropped, tears slipping from her eyes. The girl sunk to the ground and cried.

***

"Come on, uncle David! You promised." She pulled on his hand and begged. "You said, and I quote 'if you do your homework I'll take you out for a movie and ice cream.' AND ice cream."

"But it's late. It's past your bedtime." He said.

"I'm fourteen years old, I shouldn't have a bedtime, anyway." She put her hands on her hips. "You promised."

David sighed. "Fine, I'll take you."

"Yeah!" She jumped happily, her blonde locks bouncing. "Thank you!"

"Come on, kiddo." He started walking. "Eat fast, though. You know you're supposed to be in bed."

"Hai, David-san." She agreed. "Hey, what the..?" The girl looked across the street to where what looked like a car was upside-down and burning. "I wonder if she did that."

The girl's uncle looked to where Melissa was pointing and tipped his head.

"Wonder who it is." She said.

"Mel, you go ahead and go inside... I'm gonna go see what happened." He handed her his wallet, almost certain he knew who the girl was. "I'll catch up."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yeah." He said distractedly and jogged across the street.

He slowly approached the girl, and looked down to where he felt some sort of fabric under his feet. It was an orange bandana.

David pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and picked the bandana up from the ground.

***

Pan had the feeling that someone was there, she could sense a small ki, but didn't really care. She blinked when she realized the person was in front of her, offering her a handkerchief. The girl slowly took it and her eyes moved up, taking in the form in front of her.

"David." She said at last. "How'd you know it was me?"

He held out her orange bandana. "Just a hunch."

"Thanks." She took the material and shoved it in her purse, wiping her eyes with the cloth kleenex.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking from her to the car. "Why'd you blow up that car?"

Pan shook her head and dropped from Super Saiyan. "Ever had one of those days?"

"Yeah.. several." He sat down next to her on the curb. "You're dressed up. Were you on a date?"

"Heh... was. I don't think he'll want to see me again." She smirked and slammed her fist against the sidewalk, cracking it about two feet away.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side, ever, ever again." He watched the sidewalk crumble. "So, what happened?"

"Fancy dinner out, where we didn't eat anything. Nice little ride to the city. Tried to rape me in his car." She counted off on her fingers. "Went Super Saiyan. Scared the shit out of him. Blew up his car. He wet his pants." The girl pointed to the wet spot on the sidewalk. "And here I am. Note to self: Captain of the football team is a loser."

"Uh... busy night." He said.

"Well, at least I didn't just lay there like an idiot while he screwed me." She pointed out. "Guess you helped with something. Trunks, too."

"Eh?" He tipped his head.

"Think about it. You saw what I can do, if I hadn't been standing there wailing like a scared little virgin, I'd have beaten the living shit out of you. If Juunana-gou hadn't heard me when I was with Trunks, it would have happened again. But this time, I knew what to do." She smiled ironically. "Funny thing is, when I have flashbacks... replays of that night... it's not you I see anymore. It's like it's someone else with your face."

"Yeah... being drunk can do that to you." He sighed.

"Well, I have a feeling that mr. retard of the goofball team won't be showing his face around me anytime soon. I went Super Saiyan while he was on my lap." She pointed to the burning car. "And I killed his car."

"Yeah, I noticed." He glanced to the car again. "Well, since you're out here. Why don't you come get and ice cream with Mel and me? My treat."

"All right." She agreed.

David stood up and offered his hand.

Pan took it and stood up, following him into the ice cream parlor across the street.

***

"Uncle David, over here!" Melissa called. "Pan?"

Pan blushed when she realized he still had her hand. She quickly slipped it away. "Hi Mel. What's up?"

"That was you?!" She exclaimed, dropping her spoon. "You blew up the--"

The older girl slapped her hand over the younger's mouth. "Yes, that was me." She dropped her hand.

"Jeez, what happened?" She asked, motioning for Pan to sit down.

"No doubt you'll hear about it tomorrow." She sighed. "Well, if you hear any rumors about the Jackass of the goofball team getting it on with me, ignore it. It's most certainly not true."

"What now?" She asked.

"Oh, he tried all right. I just didn't want to. Apparently, he's not good with being rejected because he wouldn't let me go. I sorta went all Super Saiyan on his ass... blew up his car, ect... he wet his pants." She whispered.

Melissa burst into laughter. "I can't wait to tell my class!"

"Tell everyone." She smirked.

"Trust me, I will." Mel took a bite of ice cream.

"This is gonna suck. Who's going to believe me? I mean... he's the captain of the American football team... I'm just a teacher's daughter. Likely to snitch." She sighed. "Or at least everybody thinks that."

"Nah, not really." She waved it off. "Anyway, if we get there first, we'll have the advantage."

"What can we do, though? Any ideas?" Pan inquired.

"I have just the plan. I'll do it tonight." She winked. "He'll be sorry he ever messed with you."

"He he he." She smirked. "I should get going. My parents will be wondering why I went Super Saiyan."

"They can tell that?" She asked.

Pan nodded.

"Leaving already?" David asked, sitting down and handing her a strawberry ice cream cone.

"Mm... they'll live." She smiled and took the ice cream cone. "How'd you know this was my favorite?"

"You seemed like a strawberry kind of girl." He shrugged and sat down.

Pan smiled again and started licking the cone.

***

"Ack... we should go." David looked at his watch.

"Oops.. me too." Pan said. "My parents will be going crazy. Thanks for the ice cream."

"No problem." He said.

"Don't worry about that goon, we'll get him." Melissa said.

"Thanks." She grinned. "Can't wait to see what you have in store for him."

"You two are evil." David said slyly. "Get him good."

Melissa and Pan high fived and Pan started for the door. "See you at school, Mel!"

"Yeah, have a good night!" The younger girl called as she dissappeared outside.

***

Pan came directly into her room, and jumped when she saw Trunks there.

"Trunks! What are you doing here?" She said. "You didn't have to return my keys personally."

"I'm not." He stood up from her bed. "I saw you and your date in the car."

"Yeah, so?" She asked, brushing her slightly tangled hair from her face.

"I didn't stick around... didn't want to invade your privacy... but I've gotta know." He stepped closer. "Did he and you...?"

"That's not really your business, Trunks." Pan crossed her arms.

"I know. That's why I didn't stay." He responded. "I just care about you too much to let you do something stupid."

"Trunks, it's not for you to decide what's stupid and what's not." She said. "What I do with my dates is my business and possibly Bra's since she's my best friend."

"I'm your friend, too." Trunks said. "I'd like to think so, at least."

"Didn't you feel me flaring SSJ?" She asked.

"No... I wasn't really paying attention. Infact I was trying to block it out, incase I felt your ki rise, or something." He coughed and blushed.

"Do you really want to know what happened, Trunks?" She asked. "Because you're my friend?"

He nodded.

Pan pointed to the bed and Trunks sat, her following soon after. "To make a long story short, he tried to force me. I... I couldn't let it happen again, I went Super Saiyan and blew up his car."

"Really?" He asked.

She nodded.

"That's great! You're finally learning not to freeze!" He turned and hugged her. "I'm proud of you, Panny."

Pan felt tears slip from her eyes, and she sobbed, not knowing why.

"What's wrong?" Trunks pulled away and looked at her pained face.

"I was scared." She admitted. "I didn't want it to happen again. What's wrong with me, Trunks? Why can't I find a nice guy that likes me for me? Why can't things just be normal?"

"I think you've found that guy and you just don't know it." Trunks patted her back.

"You, right?" She half-laughed.

He shrugged. "I think you know in your heart who it is, but you won't admit it to anyone, not even yourself."

"Have you found someone, Trunks? Do you know who you want?" She sobbed. "Does everybody have someone but me?"

"You can't rush love, Panny." Trunks continued holding her. "I know that, trust me, it's taking a long time for me, too."

"Why do they all just want to get in my pants?" Pan cried against him.

"Cuz... guys are bastards, Pan. There's only a few good ones out there, and you'll find one, don't worry. We're all stupid, ya know? That's why men need women, to keep us in line." He smiled slightly and she half laughed between sobs.

The girl wiped her eyes and sat up. "I should go to bed. I have school tomorrow."

"Yeah, and I have... ugh... work." He sighed. "How about Goten and I get you for lunch tomorrow? We can take Bra and some of your friends, if you like."

"Really?" She asked. "Could you bring Juunana-gou, too? We need to make plans for this weekend."

"Plans?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, we're going to try to find more info on his past. We've made some progress, but we're a long way away." Pan said. "So, could you?"

"Sure thing." He replied, standing up and tweaking her nose. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pan-chan."

"Bye, Trunks-kun." She stood up and hugged him. "Thank you. See ya later."

"Night." He waved as he jumped from the window and took off. "12:10, right?"

She nodded and he quickly disappeared.

The girl quickly undressed and changed, climbing into bed and closing her eyes. "You'll pay, Jerry. You'll regret the day you met me."