| STRANGE GIFTS Chapter 2- A Stalker!? The next day... Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!! Pan yawned, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she staggered down the stairs. *It's too damn early for this. Whoever it is, it BETTER be important.* Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!! "I'M COMING ALREADY!!! Sheesh..." She opened the door. "Package for Miss...Son Pan?" She narrowed her eyes at the man. "Do you know what TIME it is!?!" "6 o'clock ma'am, Son Pan home?" She growled. "Yeah." He looked at her expectantly and waited. Sensing this woman wasn't about to show him WHO Son Pan was, he quickly took on the second option. "May YOU be Son Pan then?" "Well, duh. Where's this parcel?" "Please sign first." He thrust out a clipboard. Wearily she signed. "Here you go miss, have a nice..." SLAM!!! The door shut in his face. "...day." Frowning he climbed back on the motorcycle and airspeeded away from all this mountain terrain. Pan yawned again, tucking the parcel in her bath robe and staggered back upstairs. Her bed was just SCREAMING for her to sleep on it. Why resist? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Trunks sat at the breakfast table mid morning, a dazed, happy expression on his face. It was destroying his sister's appetite. "Okay. Who is it!? You are making me sick with that damn expression on your face, dear brother." Bura demanded. Trunks only spooned some cereal absentmindedly into his mouth. *Wonder if she got it? Wonder if she liked it?I can't wait until I get that one phone call...* "TRUNKS!!!" He spooned more cereal. Bura looked at her father. "Papa..." She whined. Vegeta grunted noncommitedly behind a newspaper. No help there. With a cry of annoyance, Bura threw up her hands and stormed out, just as Bulma came in. Pointing to her daughter. "What's with her?" Grunt. Dazed look. Bulma sighed and sat down for breakfast. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Shut up....shut up..." Pan pleaded, groping for that....sound. And missed. Resulting in her falling out of her bed. Why was Dende against her having SLEEP!?! "I'm up....I'M UP!!!" She stretched yawning, and dressed still in the haziness of sleep. *I am NOT a morning person.* She spotted the box that had pulled her from sleep this morning. " May as well see what this thing is." In seconds, and paper everywhere the box was opened. "WHAT THE HELL!?!" Inside, was...a doll. And even more creepy, a doll, of HER!!! Oh, and some sort of small fake tree. "What kind of perverted sicko...!!!" She looked at the doll that could've been her. She HATED dolls! Especially since she has BEEN one! Of all sick things to send her!!! Looking at it in disgust she dumped it on the ground. *AND WHAT'S WITH THE STUPID TREE!?!* "Honey, is anything...?" Gohan poked his head around the door with his usual worried-parent expression. He raised an eyebrow at the doll on the floor. "I'm fine dad. Just, creeped out." Immediately he assumed the worse. "Has anybody hurt you Panny!? I swear..." "NO, no! Dad! I can take care of my self. It's just a doll!" She held it up again. "See?" Gohan tipped his glasses up with a tip. "It's very cute. Like you. Did Bura send it?" Not wanting her father freak out...again, she lied. "Yes. She's...um...weird." "Well, tell her I said hello when you see her today. Goten said you weren't very happy yesterday at the mall. Something wrong?" Pan sweatdropped. Now she didn't know what creeped her out more. The doll, or the fact her father uses her uncle to spy on her AT THE MALL!!! "Er..I'm fine dad..." Quickly, before he could ask anymore paranoid questions she pushed him, gently of cours, out of her room. The doll was still in her hand. "Oh well, it IS kinda cute. In a weird, creepy sort of way." Whoever sent her this sick joke will SUFFER. Yes, in capitals. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ By lunch time, he was getting worried. Why hasn't she called? Didn't she like it? Why hasn't she called!?!??! And most importantly, DID SHE EVEN GET IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!?! *I should have done it myself!!!* He has been reduced to pacing his office listening to god-damn BRITNEY SPEARS again! Funny how that voice takes depression to a new level. His temporary secretary stuck her head into the office. "Mr President? Your sister...the supermodel.." She added with awe. "On line one." Trunks grunted and picked up the phone. "Bura?" "TRUNKS!! You won't believe what happened to Pan this morning! Some MORON gave her a freaking doll! As you know, Pan HATES dolls...I was laughing my head off! Anyway, mom wants the...Trunks?...Trunks? You there?" Bura held the phone away as she heard strange thumping sounds. "Trunks...if you got a girl in there..." THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! "EWWWW!!!" She slammed the reciever down. Meanwhile...Trunk's desk wasn't faring very well under repeated hits from its ower's...head. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!!" "Mr President...Are you okay?" His secretary looked on in shock. Suddenly he looked up. "I can't believe it!!!" He crammed his fingers into his hair as if to pull it out. "How can I be so stupid! She WAS a doll! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Accompanied by resounding thumps on the desk. "Er...Mr...President..." He groaned. "I need help. I need help..." Somehow that Britney Spears album got louder. His secretary was slowly backing away. Desperately he dialed the number. "Hello Goten...?" "Yo Trunks! Guess what Pan got today...!?! HAHAHa..." SLAM!!! Trunks hyperventilated and picked up the phone again. Okay, NOT Goten. Who...He punched in the numbers. "Hello Marron?" "TRUNKS! I haven't talked to you in such a long time! Bura just called me! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT SOME IDIOT WOULD ACTUALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO GIVE PAN A DO...!" SLAM!!! Taking HUGE breaths he picked up the phone again. There was only one person left. The only one in the world who can't discriminate him. He dialed. "Hello...Ubuu?" "Oh, hey. Is this Trunks? Have you heard? Marron just called me, says some jerk tried to give Pan a..." Click. He sank to the floor. "Having trouble brat?" Great... Vegeta looked over him. Smirking. Trunks got up. "Dad, I'm kinda..." "Pathetic right now. You have failed utterly to get Kakarotto's grandbrat's attention am I correct?" Hesitantly Trunks nodded. *How'd he know...?* "Not really failed..." "YOU FAILED." He said in conviction. Trunks winced. "A doll..." Vegeta snorted in disgust. "It was a good idea at the time..." "DO NOT INTERUPT ME!" Trunks only nodded. "If you don't pick up your attempts before that damn human celebration. I suggest you give up." "So...you're NOT going to help me?" Trunks pleaded. "No." Vegeta smirked and left. Trunks's face fell. * On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me...* ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The next day... Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzz! Pan groaned, slammed the pillow on her head and ignored the bell. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!! "Goooood Morning!" She glared at the delivery guy. *Cheery morning people should die.* "Package for Son Pan. A believe a certain boy wants..." Slam! Without his notice she had signed and grabbed the package, growling all the way. This time she opened it. "What the..?!?!" Pan held up the guilty pair in complete puzzlement. "PURPLE GLOVES!?!" |