| STRANGE GIFTS Chapter 3- Peace! Give me PEACE!!! And so the week went on... Every morning Pan was woken by that cursed doorbell then was handed... "WHAT THE HELL...?!?!?!" Her eye twitched looking down at the three set of French pens. Lovely as they were, this was getting down right creepy. And... "Here ya go missy. Your boyfriend must have some sick sense of humor..." Pan's eyes widened in horror. "GIVE ME THAT!" SLAM!!! She ran upstairs. "Whoever it is will pay!" She threw the forsaken object against the wall angrily. The set of four bras that spelled 'calling' across them slid to the floor. Then the next day... Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The delivery guy was nearly knocked out as the door burst opened, and his air supply was suddenly cut off. "TELL ME WHO SENT IT!?!" (hack choke gasp) "M-miss....Son Pan?" "Tell me." She hissed dangerously. Paling a little the poor boy held out the velvet box. "I...I don't know...I'm only the deliv..." She snarled, grabbed the box and threw him with incredible strength, sailing over at least two hills. Seconds later, a clipboard and pen rendered him unconcious. Muttering under her breath, Pan stomped back inside. *That low life son of a bitch that sent me this..this...* She stopped and gaped at the open box. Ten minutes later... "Honey...are you okay...?" Videl waved her hand in front of her daughter's eyes. Then she looked down and saw them. HER jaw dropped to the same depth as Pan's. Inside the perfect black box were five, perfectly cut rings in silver, gold, white gold, bronze and pearl. When Gohan came home that evening, all querked eyebrow was all he said to the two stunned women in the middle of the lounge room. *Must be one of those women things...* Of course, the NEXT day... Videl and Pan both stared at the six open cans of grease with the word 'painting' written over them with massive sweatdrops on the sides of their heads. Elsewhere, one certain lavendar male proved ignorance was bliss. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Oh, my gawd. Ew." Bra stared in half shock at the pile of mostly junk in chronological order on her best-friend's desk. "Pan doll in tree. Purple gloves. French pens. Bras, heeeeeey, jewellery. Real too. Grease?!?!" Bra recoiled a little. "Seven birds dipping in water...sicko." Pan shrugged helplessly. "What the..? Silk...BRAIDS!?!" "Don't ask me! I'm getting pretty weirded out!" "Nine...dancing dolls...AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" "Ten frogs. Eleven pipes and twelve drums." Pan finished wearily. Steering clear of the frogs and grease, the other demi-saiyan frowned and shook her head. "The sicko HAS to be stopped! Pan did you get any idea at all who it is!?" "No. Bra, do you think if I knew I would be standing around here and NOT go and beat his ass to the ground?!" "Point. Knowing you Pan, that is definately true." "Alright, Bra, help me..." "Sure girlfriend, maybe even my dumbass Brother will help. A little revenge will..." Pan looked up a little more abruptantly than usual. "Trunks?" Bra stopped and looked at her. Immediately, Pan realised her mistake and wiped the look off her face. "Er...continue..." "Oh no. I finally got you Pan! You just mentioned my brother! Oh my GAWD!!! You...LIKE him! Don't cha?" Bra watched in amazement as Pan, miss I-never-blush, cheeks pinkened. Angry, she looked away. "Bra, we're friends. Come on, Trunks!? He's your BROTHER. Not to mention 14 years older than me...What's that look?" Bra fazed into innocent mode. "What look? Just because you practically admitted you like my brother, added to the fact of the never will speak of again childhood crush and..." Pan threw her a glare. "Bra..." "Okay..okay, later. Revenge plans. I'll hack into police files and check out any...weirdos. You can do some detective work, starting from the delivery service." "Eer..just how would this work? I actually just planned to bait the guy, beat the shit out of him..." "Girlfriend, all that can follow. First we have to snoop a little. Papa always told me to know thy enemy." She saw her friend's disbelieving look. "Okay, it was more like 'seek and destroy', but I got the gist..." Pan watched as Bra stayed completely from the topic in babble. *Boy she can talk. Look at that mouth go...* "Pan! Are you listening!?" "Er..yeah...so, seek and destroy. Got it." Bra levelled a glare. "What!?" She sighed. "Okay, do you want me to repeat that?" Her tone was purposely slow. Pan growled. "I'm not stupid Bra. We snoop a little, ask around then get him. Eye for an eye." Bra aweatdropped. "Yeah....something like that." They nodded to each other. "So, anyway, as I was saying, I just saw the most fab movie..." Sweat drop... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Trunks's eyes slowly drooped, then lifted... "Corporation has risen..." *Yawn....* "Mr President!? What are your views?!" Uh oh...she sounds pissed. He looked at his...notes. Drawing of chibi Pan and him...no help there. "Um...I agree with the views of this board." Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. He sweated. Finally she turned around and continued. "The percentage of..." *Yawn...* Ring! Ring! Trunks jumped. 12 board excecutives turned to glare at him. Grinning sheepishly he turned around. "Heeello?" "Trunks! You busy?" He smiled. "Um...Pan, I'm kinda..." Suddenly the phone was snatched out of his hands. Bulma death glared him to the floor. "Whoever this is..." She managed angrily. The phone went dead. "Trunks!!!!...Trunks?" The Chairwoman looked around and crushed the phone in her hand at the site of the open door. "TRUNKS VEGETA BREIFS!!!!!!!" The CEOs wisely slid away. *Get away...get away...get away...* The president crawled as quickly as he could away from there. And stopped. The shocked employees gaped at him. *Right....walk baka! Walk!* A little more dignified, he ran to his office. "Well hello hello." For a whole second he thought the voice was his mother. Hyperventialting he clutched his chest in relief. "Bura. Geez, don't do that to a guy." The younger sibling slid off his desk. "Hm, you escaped again huh? Mom's not going to be happy brother." He looked at her suspiciously. "What do you want?" "Nothing? Why do think everytime I talk to you that I want something?" "Because you do." Bura smirked. "Okay, okay. We have a plan." "Plan?" She smirked evilly. "Me and Pan are going to exact cruel and perverse revenge on the bastard that's been stalking her." His head shot up. "Stalker!?" "Yep. He's totally sick. I mean, who sends a girl frogs?" Bura snorted in disgust. His heart did a noticable 'clunk' in his chest. "F-frogs?" *But they were cute!!!* "Peh. And can you believe the nerve! I mean, ew, grease? Pipes? That's just gross!" *AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* "Yeah..." He answered absentmindedly. "So you're in?" She persisted. He looked panicked. "Um..." "Come on Trunks, Pan needs your help." Her face looked absolutely conniving. "I don't think..." "GREAT! fab. I'll tell Pan. Later Bro." With a brush of air she left. The poor demi-saiyan groaned, the echoes of hollow thumping resounding in the hallways outside the President's office. |