Pan's eyes slowly opened, only to meet the sleeping face of the male cyborg. She blinked, wondering how they'd gotten in that position.

"Hey, Juu, wake up." Pan shook him slightly. "Breakfast is ready."

Clear blue eyes slid open and Pan smiled.

"Morning sleepy-head." She greeted, pushing his arm off of her waist and sitting up. "You sleep like a rock."

"Yes, I've been told that." He sat up as well.

"By who?" She asked, grinning.

"Erm... people." He answered, standing up.

"Female people?" She grinned and stood up next to him. "Come on, Juu. Are you a ladies man?"

He blushed.

Pan squealed. "Kawaii, you're blushing!!"

His eyes widened and he turned. "Am not."

"Yes you are, yes you are!" She grinned widely. "So, Juunana-gou, how many?"

"How many what?" He remained turned.

"How many lovers have you had, hmm?" She peeked over his shoulders. "Tell me?"

"I-I dunno. A couple. I don't really keep track." He answered uncomfortably.

"A couple... like... two?" She guessed.

"What does it matter?" He asked.

"It doesn't, really. I'm just curious is all." She shrugged and started for the kitchen. "Come on, breakfast's getting cold."

"Right." He sighed and followed.

***

"Is it really?" Bra asked, looking at the calender.

"Yup." Bulma answered. "If I were you, I'd steer clear."

"Why are you steering clear of Vegeta tonight?" Melissa asked.

"Full moons make Saiyans very... frisky. Vegeta can't go out to train after the moon comes out, so I have a feeling he'll be exercising inside tonight." She grinned at the thought.

"Aww... eeewww... Mom!!" Trunks and Bra yelled simultaneously.

"TMI, mother." Bra waved a hand.

"TMI?" She blinked.

"Too much information." Melissa answered. "But it wasn't that bad. Hey, parents do that, believe it or not."

"Yeah, but we don't want to hear about it." Trunks shook his head. "We hear enough of it when their bed starts moving."

"Now that's disturbing." The older blonde said.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Bra shuddered.

"Are you going to watch the meteor shower tonight?" Pam asked quietly.

"We would, but all of us are part Saiyan and it makes us go kinda crazy. Horney and stuff." Trunks said.

"I wouldn't mind." Melissa nudged Trunks in the side and then laughed.

He blushed.

"Dat-- waf dif--" Goten swallowed. "That was disturbing."

"I was only kidding." Mel poked him.

"Sure you were." Bra said. "We all know Trunks will screw anything in a skirt."

"That is NOT true." He protested.

"Yeah right, brother." She chuckled. "I've seen your late night catches. I'm up at that hour too, sometimes."

"Err... I..." He stuttered, face red.

"Leave your brother alone, Bra." Bulma smiled behind her tea cup. "Besides, you don't hear them like Vegeta and I do. It sort of makes me wonder how those girls live through it."

"Sheesh." Melissa shook her head. "Do you have this sort of rep at work?"

"No."

"Yes." Everybody else answered.

"Just ask about his presidential lounge escapes." Goten smirked at his friend.

"This is not make fun of Trunks hour." He muttered and started eating.

"Morning Pan, Juunana-gou." Bulma greeted.

"Good morning, Bulma-san." She chirped. "Whatcha all talking about?"

"Trunks." Bra blurted.

She raised an eyebrow.

"And the full moon tonight." Trunks added. "Are you going to watch the meteor shower? We know the full moon doesn't affect you much."

"Maybe. What time did they say it would start?" Pan inquired.

"Late, midnight or so." He answered.

"Cool, I'll be sure to check it out." She said. "Maybe I'll take some pics for all of you Saiyan-crazies."

"You're Saiyan too, Panny." Goten pointed out.

The girl shrugged. "Only a fourth. I guess the moon doesn't affect me like it does to you guys."

"Just don't catch too many rays. You wouldn't want to go on a sex rampage or something." The purple-haired demi-Saiyan grinned and jabbed her in the ribs.

"Yeah right, Trunks. You're just hoping I come over to you, right? So you can get your rocks off, ne?" She poked him back.

"Sure, Pan. Whatever you say." He replied and went back to his food. "Anyway, I was--"

"Shut up, brats." Vegeta stalked into the kitchen. "Don't say a word."

"He's cranky already." Bra whispered to Melissa.

She nodded.

"Vegeta, why don't you go train for a while." Bulma suggested.

"Yeah, you want a sparring partner?" Pan asked.

"That's not a good idea, Panny." Trunks warned. "Last time we sparred on a full-moon day I ended up in the hospital."

"Maybe you're just weak?" She smirked. "Whaddaya say, Veggie?"

"Prince Vegeta to you, brat." He glared. "And no. I don't want your adult-brat father on my case because I killed you or something."

"What are you... chicken?" She taunted.

He growled, trying to ignore her.

"Buck."

Vegeta turned quickly, pinning her against the wall.

"Jackass, let me go." She drew her legs back and kicked.

He didn't even flinch.

"H-hey, Trunks... does the full moon make pure-bred Saiyans stronger, by any chance?" She glanced over at him.

He nodded.

"Great." She sighed. "Gomen nasai, Vegeta-san." She said unsincerely. "I won't ever question you again."

Vegeta turned his back to her and started walking. "Tomorrow."

"Yesss." She grinned. "I get to spar with Veggie tomorrow."

"Is he good?" Pam asked.

"Very good. Better than me." She said. "Pretty much the strongest man alive."

"Wow..." She said. "Wish I was that strong."

"You fight?" Goten looked over.

She nodded. "Hai."

"Cool, we should spar sometime." He said.

"She's not that kind of fighter, uncle Goten." Pan intervened. "But she might be worthwhile for training."

"Really?" She asked.

"Sure." The girl shrugged. "Anytime you want to..."

Pam smiled and went back to her breakfast.

"So, what do you all want to do today?" Bra asked. "Aside from shower, since all of us haven't bathed in at least a day... although in Goten's case, it could be more..."

"Hey!"

"I should go home." Pan sighed. "I haven't seen much of my parents in the last few weeks and with the school year half over, and college next year... I should spend as much time with them as possible."

"All right, Pan-chan. We'll see you tomorrow, k?" Bra asked.

"Sure thing." She agreed.

"Don't forget to take those pics for all of us demi-Saiyan." Trunks added.

"No prob." Pan grabbed her jacket. "Either of you need a ride home?"

"No thanks, Pan. I can take Pam and myself in my car." Melissa waved it off.

"Bye Trunks, Bra, Juunana, see you later. See you two at school tomorrow." She pointed to Mel and Pam.

"Right." Melissa said.

The raven-haired fighter waved as she left.

***

"Mom, dad, I'm home!" Pan called as she walked in the door and hung up her jacket on the rack. "Where are you guys?" She dashed up the stairs and knocked on their bedroom door. "Mom? Daddy?"

"In here, honey." Videl answered.

A giggle.

Pan cocked an eyebrow at the door.

"Gohan!" Videl shrieked.

"You guys sure I can come in?" She asked.

"Yeah." Gohan cleared his throat. "Yes, you can come in."

"You all like... dressed?" She opened the door a crack.

"No, but we've got a blanket." Videl answered.

"Well, that's way, way too much information." She said.

"Something you need, dear?" Gohan asked, sounding slighly more irritated than he'd meant to.

"No, nothing. Just wanted to let you know that I was home." She turned and started to leave.

"Oh, all right." Videl said as the door clicked shut.

"Have fun." Pan muttered as she walked to her room and opened the door....

"Gah!" She shouted. "What the hell are you doing in my room!?"

Jerry crossed his arms. "You told me to be here today, didn't you?"

"Oh, right, right." She took a breath.

"Busy night?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Your parents said you were out with some guys."

"Three, one was my uncle, one was my best friend, and the other is my friend Marron's uncle." She crossed her arms. "Why are you in my room again?"

"Do your parents ever get tired?" He asked.

"What?" She blinked.

"Don't tell me you can't hear that." He pointed to the wall. "They've been at it all morning!"

"So, they are married, you know." She said.

"Your dad teaches one of my classes." The tall jock shifted positions. "I don't like to think about it."

"Well, duh, moron. How do you think I got here?" She snapped. "And get the hell off my bed!"

He stood.

"What's that?" She pointed to his hand.

"My hand." He answered.

"What's that in your hand?" She asked again.

"Oh, this?" He held up a disk. "Shall I quote an exerpt?"

"You bastard! Is that my diary!?" She leapt at him and shook him by the collar. "Give it back."

He held it up.

Pan jumped but couldn't reach it.

"Haha, too short." He smirked.

"Too short my ass. I'll tell you what's too short, you..." She glared.

"Settle down, Panny... you can have this diary of yours back, and I won't e-mail it to everyone in the school if you do one thing..." He smirked.

She glared and crossed her arms.

"Fuck me."

She raised her eyebrows. "All right, Jerry." She smiled. "But you have to do one thing for me in return."

He grinned and moved closer.

"Go to hell!" She kicked him inbetween the legs with enough force to knock him backwards onto the bed. He dropped the disk and she caught it. "Why are you still gnawing away at this bone, Jerry? I won. No sex for you, got it? Why are you so interested in me, anyway?"

"Because I've never met a woman I couldn't tame." He growled and sat up.

"I hear you met another last night." She crossed her arms. "Just to let you know, if she hadn't stopped you, I would have killed you."

"Yeah right." He crossed his arms.

"I've killed before, Jerry. I wouldn't hesitate to do it again." She said in all seriousness.

Jerry remained silent.

"I'm going to take a shower, you're going to do my laundry." She said.

"Fine by me." He grinned.

"Did I mention that Trunks and I do eachother's laundry since he can't do anything that requires special treatment? That would mean you'll get to wash his boxers and shirts. And if you shrink them, I'll stuff you in them, no matter how small they are." She pointed to a laundry basket and started for the bathroom.

He growled.

Pan smirked and locked the bathroom door.

***

"I should go." Melissa said.

"Me too." Pam agreed. "I told my parents I'd be back by midnight."

"Oops." Bra said.

She nodded. "Oops."

"I'll take you home." The girl offered.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"Cool, lemme get my stuff and we can go. Bulma-san, don't forget to let me know when you get those pictures developed." She stood up.

"No problem." She said. "I'll have Trunks drop em by the hour photo today."

"Hey, how did I get volenteered?" He asked.

"Bra and I are going shopping." Bulma answered.

"We are?" She asked.

"We sure are. You didn't forget that it was your birthday, did you?" Bulma asked.

"Oi! I did!" She slapped her head. "I can't believe it."

"You forgot your own birthday, sis? You are getting old." He nudged her in the side.

"Look who's talking Mr. Almost forty and still living with his mommy." She replied.

He rolled his eyes. "It's easier to get to work this way. I don't have to fly anywhere."

"Sure." She said.
"And I'm NOT almost forty. That would make me older than Gohan." He said.

"Whatever, you're still no spring chicken." She said.

"Blah." He stuck his tongue out.

She stuck hers out back.

"You guys are acting like kids." Bulma said.

"Hmph." The both turned.

Bulma sighed deeply.

Melissa and Pam giggled and left the room to pack.

***

Pan stepped out of the shower, clean and already dry. Thank Kami for the wonders of ki-drying.

"Back so soon?" She crossed her arms.

"Your.... grandmother." He shuddered. "Was using the machine."

"My grandma's here?" Pan exclaimed and ran out of the room. "Grandma!"

"Panny!" Chi Chi could be heard. "Panny, who on Earth is that man? He's positively irritating."

"Tell me about it." She agreed. "Don't worry, he's just my servant for the next month."

The two continued talking for several minutes until Chi Chi announced that she had some things to do and left.

Pan entered her room, tying her bandana over her silky black hair, and crossed her arms. "You're on my bed again."

"Point being?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Point being, get off my bed!" She pulled him by his shirt collar and dumped in onto the floor. "We really need to work on your authority issues."

He snorted and stood up, crossing his arms as well.

"Don't give me that look." She glared. "I invented that look."

He scowled deeper.

Pan rolled her eyes. "Stop or I'll have you do jobs for my grandma."

He stiffened and stopped glaring.

"Much better." She nodded. "I'm going into town to get some things and you're coming with me."

"The nearest town is 500 miles away! It would take all day to get there by car!" He exclaimed.

"We're not taking a car." She started walking. "Kinto'un!"

A yellow cloud pulled up next to the window and screeched to a halt.

"What the hell?" He looked at the floating cloud.

"Well, it's obvious that you can't ride on it." She tapped her foot.

"Why not?!" He asked vehemenantly.

"Try it." She smirked.

"Fine then, I will." He smirked back, opened the window, climbed onto the cloud, and hit the ground with a fwoosh and a thump.

Pan laughed. "Told you."

He growled and sat up, trying to regain some dignity. Jerry looked over when he heard more laughing.

Goten was floating in midair, laughing his ass off at the spectacle the football player had just made of himself.

"What are you laughing at!?" He stood up and yelled hotly.

"You... bwaha... you actually thought... teehee... that you could ride... kinto'un... bwahaha!!" He laughed.

Pan jumped on the cloud and hovered. "You have to be pure of heart to ride kinto'un."

"Then how are you riding it?" He glared.

She shrugged. "Must be a Son family thing."

He continued glaring.

"Whatcha doing here, Goten?" Pan asked, directing the little cloud toward the ground.

"Just came to see if Gohan wanted to spar." He said.

"Oh... well, they're busy, but they should be done soon." The girl coughed into her hand. "Yeah.."

"They.... oh... oh!" He said. "Sheesh, my brother never quits. I'll come back later. Bye Panny."

Goten wasted no time in bolting it straight out of there, not wanting to think about it.

Pan laughed and then became serious. "I guess I have to carry you. I'm definatly not leaving you at my house unsupervised."

Before he could protest, Pan grabbed him by one leg and blasted into the air.

***

"Put me down!" He yelled. "You can't do this! Put me down!"

"Shut up." She growled. "We're almost there, but I'm going to drop you right here if you don't shut your mouth."

He looked down and stopped talking.

"Good." She said as she slowly descended, dropping him when she was about three feet from the ground.

"What makes you think I won't tell everyone I know that you can fly?" He smirked.

"Because if you do, nobody will believe you. What are they going to do, drop me off a building? It's not a witch hunt, this isn't the medievil times." She smirked back. "They'll just say you're crazy and put you in the looney bin."

He growled and stood up.

"Come with me." She started walking.

"Where are we going?" He asked irritably.

"We're going to the grocery store and then to the mall. As much as I don't want to be seen in public with you, I have things to do, so you have things to do too." Pan said.

He glared at her back and followed.

***

Trunks sighed as he walked down the street. He's already been mobbed by girls more than once and they ruined his favorite shirt, too! He sometimes thought it was a curse to look like this, with all the extra attention, extra unwanted, attention that is. It came in handy sometimes, but this was just pathetic.

"Trunks!" A girl squealed. "It's Trunks Briefs!"

"Ah!" He dashed off. "Not again!!"

"Trunks!" Pan called.

"No no no, leave me alone!" He yelled.

"Trunks, it's me." Pan pulled him aside.

"Oh, Pan." He sighed in relief. "They're trying to kill me."

"Nah, they just want a peice of Trunks action." She laughed.

"Kiss me." He said, glancing behind himself.

"What?" She asked.

"Please?" He looked at her pleadingly.

She gave him another skeptical look before closing her mouth over his.

The mob stopped dead in it's tracks.

"That girl is kissing Trunks!" One yelled.

"It must be his girlfriend!" Another called.

"It's not fair!" They exclaimed as they stormed off angrily.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Panny!" He exclaimed. "I owe you my life."

"What are you doing out here anyway? Don't you usually only come out here with a girlfriend so this doesn't happen?" She asked.

"Mom wanted me to take this film to get developed. I also have to get a birthday present for Bra." He said.

"Yeah, me too." She repsonded.

"Walk with me." He said.

She chuckled and followed. "Oh yeah, hey, slave boy, come with us."

Trunks looked behind them to where a very pissed off Jerry was following.

"What the...?" He asked.

"Part of the bet." She shrugged. "I didn't want to leave him at my house, so I figured I might as well bring him with."

"Yeah, but how'd he get here? Don't tell me you carried him?" Trunks questioned.

"Yeah, by his foot." She winked.

Jerry glared.

Trunks laughed. "Well, I've got to go to the photo hut and then the mall. Care to join me?"

"Sure, but we need to make a stop off at the grocery store. We're out of bread and milk." She said.

"All right, but you know I could just give you some capsules from my house." He pointed out.

"Nah, I have money, besides, I should get used to getting my own groceries." Pan said.

"So... you're really going off to school next year?" He asked.

"I'll visit, don't worry. It's not like I'm going to the States or something. I'll just be in Tokyo. I can come visit and it wouldn't hurt you all to visit either." She poked his chest.

"It still won't be the same without our little Panny here." Trunks pointed out.

"Ah, don't be so dramatic." She said. "It's not like we'll never see eachother again. You know how I love my grandma's cooking. I could never stay away for too long."

"That's true." He said. "Just promise you'll come and visit us."

"Promise." She nodded. "But you have to promise me you won't get weak while I'm gone. I want a decent sparring partner when I get back!"

"Deal." He said.

The two, well, three, continued their errands until it started to get dark.

"Trunks, you'd better head home." Pan said. "It's getting dark."

He looked at the sky. "Oh, you're right." He said. "I'll see you tomorrow for the party, right?"

"Right." She said. "Have a good night!"

"You too, Panny." He took off.

Pan waved until she couldn't see him anymore. "You can go home now."

"Finally." He said, wincing on his sore feet. They'd been walking all day, and he was feeling the effects of it.

Pan whistled sharply and the flying cloud appeared on the horizon. She flew off to meet it and rode off into the distance, watching the fading daylight, and the rising moon.

***