Moonlight Madness

Moonlight Madness

Home. Such a simple word; easy to say, easy to spell, but the feelings brought out by it were anything but simple and easy. The feelings of love and security had accompanied the word when she was young. As she had grown and began seeking her independence, home had fallen to resentment and frustration at her over-protective parents’ refusal to see her as anything other than a child. When it came time for college, few things changed. So she had left; gone her own way, without a word to anyone. That is until the beginning of her last semester. Missing

her friends terribly, and wanting to celebrate her impending degree, she called them to visit. But that wasn’t why she was now anxious and nervous at the thought of home. It was because she was carrying a reminder of their latest secret.

‘Too late to back out now.’ Pan thought as she crossed the lawn of Capsule Corp’s resident complex. By now the others would have felt her ki.

Sure enough she saw Bra halfway around the house. “Hey, girl!” she shouted over the noise that floated from the backyard. Gesturing for Pan to hurry up, she turned back to the party.

Laughing, Pan shook her head. Bra hadn’t even come close enough to see Pan clearly before jetting back to the party already in full swing.

There was a loud chorus of hellos when everyone saw Pan. But the following silence was deafening.

“I’m back.” Pan nervously looked around at the assembled group. The reactions were split, with the older generations showing disbelief while the younger generation showed horrified guilt.

It was her father, Gohan, who asked the question Pan dreaded answering. “Who is the father?” he demanded, his anger evident in his ki as he struggled to keep himself from going super-Sayjin.

“I don’t know.” Pan replied quietly, desperately wanting to leave, but determined to face the consequences.

“You poor thing.” Bulma came forward to comfort her. “Did they catch him?”

Pan was speechless. She was a Sayjin, what Bulma was thinking couldn’t possibly happen. Pan was stronger than all the guys she’d ever come across, barring those with Sayjin blood of course.

“I wasn’t raped.” she shook her head slowly. “I just don’t know who it is.”

“So,” Gohan glared at her in disgust. “You up and decide to go against us, running away to some foreign college without a word. To prove your ability to take care of yourself. Instead, you proved your immaturity by getting knocked-up by some random guy.”

“No.” Pan defended herself calmly. “I never said I didn’t know the guys I slept with, I said I didn’t know who the father is. While I’m sure you and everyone else would like to know all the details, it isn’t your business. Now, I’m hungry, I’d like to eat and I’m sure everyone else is hungry, too.”

Not waiting for a reaction, Pan went inside. She avoided her friends’ looks and fixed herself a plate. Outside she could her Bulma trying to get the others to come in to eat as well.

Bra, Goten and Trunks came and sat with Pan in silence, nobody quite knowing what to say. They knew Pan didn’t date while she was away, she had told them when they’d visited her. And they knew Pan well enough to know that Pan had actually been a virgin until recently.

As Vegita passed with his plate he paused in front of the group. “Brats, gravity room after dinner.” he growled before

taking his plate outside.

The meal was not pleasant. Everyone seemed to be watching for Pan to finish so they could try to find out more.

When Goten and Trunks moved to leave, Bulma stopped them. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Gravity room.” Goten shrugged. “Vegita wants us.”

“But -” Bulma began to protest.

“You’ll be sorry you made me come get you, Brats.” Vegita warned sinisterly from the doorway. “Let’s go.”

Dutifully, the four demi-Sayjins quickly followed the prince. Thankful of course that they’d avoided further questions, but unsure of what it was Vegita wanted them for. When they had all entered the gravity room, Vegita locked it, adding to their fear of what was to come. But instead of blasting them, Vegita began talking.

“At the beginning of the year,” he said unusually calm, “I felt your ki all in one place. The future brat’s as well. Now this brat,” he nodded towards Pan, “is spawning. As your prince I demand an explanation, and it had better be the truth.”

The four friends looked at each other in resignation. They knew that refusing Vegita would be lethal. “On Vegita-sei this would not be a problem.” Vegita assured them, scowling. “I was obeyed without hesitation.”

“I was alone.” Pan looked thoughtful. “It was okay for a while, but as time passed it became a physical pain. I felt like I was going insane. I knew that I needed to see them; if only for one night.”

************flashback************

“My Dende, Pan!” Bra screamed into the phone. “Where are you? What have you been doing? When are you coming home? And speaking of home, where do you get off leaving without telling us? Without leaving any clue as to where you‘d gone?”

“Slow down, Bra.” Pan laughed. This is what she needed, her friends. “I’m in college. I’ve been studying, I graduate in June. I might come home then. And I had to leave. You know my parents would never have accepted my decision to go to a foreign school. My dad would’ve tracked me down and brought me home kicking and screaming if I had left a clue as to where I was going. I’m lucky that my father can’t sense ki that far away anymore.”

Bra giggled. “The studious Gohan using the Sayjin powers he’s long denied? Yeah right, and my father will propose to Goku tomorrow night.”

It took a while for the two female Sayjins to stop laughing at that mental picture.

“Oh, I’ve missed that.” Pan sighed. “Come visit me, just for one night. Bring Trunks and Goten with you. Please?”

“Just name the time and place.” Bra swore. “We’ll be there.”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Fly about 50 miles southeast. You should be able to pinpoint my ki form there.”

“No problem.” Bra assured her. “I’ll bet my brother could pinpoint you from here. You guys have always known where the other was. I was surprised that Gohan didn’t even ask Trunks about that when you left.”

“I was never stupid enough to tell my father that I was that close to a guy ten years older.” Pan smirked. “He’d have flipped.”

“Well, I gotta go if I’m going to be seeing you tomorrow afternoon.” Bra said, with a mischievous undertone. “I have to tell the guys and then come up with a suitable reason for us to miss work. One that doesn’t include you.”

“Thanks.” Pan smiled as she hung up.

“Love your place.” Goten scooped her up in a hug. “This all yours?”

“Yeah.” Pan grinned. “Won it in a fight.”

“Thanks for kidnapping us long distance.” Trunks sank into a chair. “I’ve missed that while you were gone.”

“Too bad Mirai isn’t here.” Goten grinned. “It’d be just like old times.”

“Want to call him?” Bra offered, knowing Pan was as close to Mirai Trunks as she was to Trunks.

“The more the merrier.” Pan’s eyes lit up. “Sparring, drinking and dancing.”

“Don’t forget, Truth, Dare or Challenge.” Bra smirked as the guys groaned. Some of the things she could come up with were awful.

It didn’t take long to convince Mirai to join them. Seconds later, he had arrived. Shortly after he had come for a visit claiming he missed being around other Sayjins, they had improved his time machine and developed a way to call his dimension. Mirai had partied with them often since then.

The rest of the afternoon was spent sparring.

After the sun had set, the group returned to Pan’s house tired, sweaty and hungry. The girls agreed to cook only if the guys went out and got the food.

“Remember when my dad showed up at our graduation party?” Bra asked as she and Pan moved around the kitchen preparing dinner. “Then insisted we eat what my mother sent.”

“Yeah.” Pan grimaced. “When we refused because we had already cooked, he disintegrated our meal.”

“Well, he got what he wanted.” Bra said miserably in remembrance. “We ate my mother’s mystery meat, got food poisoning, and somehow managed to re-grow our tails.”

“That sure got his attention.” Pan laughed as she set the table. “I always wondered why he showed up at all."

“Can’t you guess?” Bra smirked, her eyes lit up with amusement. “My mother sent him with the food. He figured that he wasn’t going to have his training interrupted for no reason. That’s why he was so insistent that we eat whatever it was she had cooked.”

The girls continued to talk and catch up on each other’s lives as they finished dinner. The talking continued through the meal. When everyone was finished eating, Pan gave them a tour of her house.

“And this is the reason I love this house.” Pan smiled mischievously as she opened a door on the top floor.

She led her friends into the room. There was stereo equipment, a big screen T.V. with VCR, DVD, game systems and surround sound. Pillows and cushions littered the floor, with a few low tables here and there. But what Pan loved most about this room was the ceiling made almost entirely of glass.

“It’s beautiful.” Bra gasped gazing around the star-lit room.

“So what do we do now?” Goten asked, dropping to sit among some pillows.

“Drinks?” Pan asked, showing them the fully stocked bar they hadn’t noticed.

“Hey, baby.” Goten grinned, wiggling his brows at Pan in mock flirtation. “How about I buy you a drink?”

“How about you let me make you one?” Pan suggested, pulling glasses out. “Pick your poison.”

“Tequila shots all around!” Goten decided grinning evilly. He loved doing shots. After the first five rounds he knew they’d start doing body shots, which gave him an excuse to have his hands (and mouth) on Bra’s body. Of course there was also the fact that it meant she’d have her mouth on him.

“You’re just hoping for body shots.” Bra accused in mock anger. Her thoughts mirrored Goten’s.

“Okay.” Pan got their attention as she quickly poured the shots. “First round’s up.”

After they’d downed the first round, Pan set up the second.

“Why don’t we play ‘Three Man’?” Trunks suggested, not wanting to get bored just sitting and drinking.

“But I want to play ‘Truth, Dare or Challenge’.” Bra scowled in perfect imitation of Vegita.”

“We’ll play your game Bra.” Mairi assured her. “But I for one need a few more drinks in me first.”

Everyone else agreed, so Pan set out a couple of rounds of shots. She sent Trunks to find a pair of dice from the game closet.

**************************End Flashback****************************

“What the hell were you thinking?” Vegita demanded. “Body shots? What is that?”

“Just what it sounds like.” Bra smiled innocently. “Shots drunk off someone’s body.”

“And you’ve done this before?” Vegita scowled at the others.

“It was all in fun, Vegita.” Pan winced, then lowered herself carefully to sit on the floor. “It never led anywhere before.”

“Before? So my suspicions are correct?” Vegita growled, ignoring the fact that Pan was the only one sitting down.

Trunks, however, did notice. “Pan? Are you okay?”

Pan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m fine.”

“You had better answer me!” Vegita shouted in frustration.

Pan snapped. “If you’d shut up and not interrupt, we’d tell you what the fuck happened!”

“How dare you…” Vegita started stalking towards her.

Pan threw a ki blast at him. “I said shut up!”

Startled, Vegita didn’t dodge in time and the small blast hit him. Before he could retaliate, Trunks approached him.

“Dad, please let us finish.” he asked politely not wanting to further anger his father. “We need to get through this soon. Something’s wrong with Pan.”

“Make it quick.” Vegita instructed, then addressed Pan. “I’ll deal with you after you’ve finished spawning.”

****************************Flashback********************************

After a few rounds of ‘Three Man’ and more than a few body shots, Bra noticed something.

“We need to stop drinking.” she warned them.

“Why, Bra? We’re just having fun.” Trunks downed another shot from between Pan’s breasts.

“The moon’s full.” Bra pointed out. “Unless we stop drinking and try to control ourselves, we’ll turn into Oozaru and trash Pan’s house.”

“And who knows what else.” Pan gasped, turning to the boys. “Alright, no more drinking.”

“Do you think we’ll be okay or should we brew some coffee?” Bra asked, concern showing through her drunken giddiness.

“We should be okay if we keep our eyes off the moon and keep our minds busy.” Trunks explained looking as thoughtful as he could while half plastered.

Return to The Wind


	Moonlight Madness Home. Such a simple word; easy to say, easy to spell, but the feelings brought out by it were anything but simple and easy. The feelings of love and security had accompanied the word when she was young. As she had grown and began seeking her independence, home had fallen to resentment and frustration at her over-protective parents’ refusal to see her as anything other than a child. When it came time for college, few things changed. So she had left; gone her own way, without a word to anyone. That is until the beginning of her last semester. Missing her friends terribly, and wanting to celebrate her impending degree, she called them to visit. But that wasn’t why she was now anxious and nervous at the thought of home. It was because she was carrying a reminder of their latest secret. ‘Too late to back out now.’ Pan thought as she crossed the lawn of Capsule Corp’s resident complex. By now the others would have felt her ki. Sure enough she saw Bra halfway around the house. “Hey, girl!” she shouted over the noise that floated from the backyard. Gesturing for Pan to hurry up, she turned back to the party. Laughing, Pan shook her head. Bra hadn’t even come close enough to see Pan clearly before jetting back to the party already in full swing. There was a loud chorus of hellos when everyone saw Pan. But the following silence was deafening. “I’m back.” Pan nervously looked around at the assembled group. The reactions were split, with the older generations showing disbelief while the younger generation showed horrified guilt. It was her father, Gohan, who asked the question Pan dreaded answering. “Who is the father?” he demanded, his anger evident in his ki as he struggled to keep himself from going super-Sayjin. “I don’t know.” Pan replied quietly, desperately wanting to leave, but determined to face the consequences. “You poor thing.” Bulma came forward to comfort her. “Did they catch him?” Pan was speechless. She was a Sayjin, what Bulma was thinking couldn’t possibly happen. Pan was stronger than all the guys she’d ever come across, barring those with Sayjin blood of course. “I wasn’t raped.” she shook her head slowly. “I just don’t know who it is.” “So,” Gohan glared at her in disgust. “You up and decide to go against us, running away to some foreign college without a word. To prove your ability to take care of yourself. Instead, you proved your immaturity by getting knocked-up by some random guy.” “No.” Pan defended herself calmly. “I never said I didn’t know the guys I slept with, I said I didn’t know who the father is. While I’m sure you and everyone else would like to know all the details, it isn’t your business. Now, I’m hungry, I’d like to eat and I’m sure everyone else is hungry, too.” Not waiting for a reaction, Pan went inside. She avoided her friends’ looks and fixed herself a plate. Outside she could her Bulma trying to get the others to come in to eat as well. Bra, Goten and Trunks came and sat with Pan in silence, nobody quite knowing what to say. They knew Pan didn’t date while she was away, she had told them when they’d visited her. And they knew Pan well enough to know that Pan had actually been a virgin until recently. As Vegita passed with his plate he paused in front of the group. “Brats, gravity room after dinner.” he growled before taking his plate outside. The meal was not pleasant. Everyone seemed to be watching for Pan to finish so they could try to find out more. When Goten and Trunks moved to leave, Bulma stopped them. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Gravity room.” Goten shrugged. “Vegita wants us.” “But -” Bulma began to protest. “You’ll be sorry you made me come get you, Brats.” Vegita warned sinisterly from the doorway. “Let’s go.” Dutifully, the four demi-Sayjins quickly followed the prince. Thankful of course that they’d avoided further questions, but unsure of what it was Vegita wanted them for. When they had all entered the gravity room, Vegita locked it, adding to their fear of what was to come. But instead of blasting them, Vegita began talking. “At the beginning of the year,” he said unusually calm, “I felt your ki all in one place. The future brat’s as well. Now this brat,” he nodded towards Pan, “is spawning. As your prince I demand an explanation, and it had better be the truth.” The four friends looked at each other in resignation. They knew that refusing Vegita would be lethal. “On Vegita-sei this would not be a problem.” Vegita assured them, scowling. “I was obeyed without hesitation.” “I was alone.” Pan looked thoughtful. “It was okay for a while, but as time passed it became a physical pain. I felt like I was going insane. I knew that I needed to see them; if only for one night.” **********flashback******** “My Dende, Pan!” Bra screamed into the phone. “Where are you? What have you been doing? When are you coming home? And speaking of home, where do you get off leaving without telling us? Without leaving any clue as to where you‘d gone?” “Slow down, Bra.” Pan laughed. This is what she needed, her friends. “I’m in college. I’ve been studying, I graduate in June. I might come home then. And I had to leave. You know my parents would never have accepted my decision to go to a foreign school. My dad would’ve tracked me down and brought me home kicking and screaming if I had left a clue as to where I was going. I’m lucky that my father can’t sense ki that far away anymore.” Bra giggled. “The studious Gohan using the Sayjin powers he’s long denied? Yeah right, and my father will propose to Goku tomorrow night.” It took a while for the two female Sayjins to stop laughing at that mental picture. “Oh, I’ve missed that.” Pan sighed. “Come visit me, just for one night. Bring Trunks and Goten with you. Please?” “Just name the time and place.” Bra swore. “We’ll be there.” “Tomorrow afternoon. Fly about 50 miles southeast. You should be able to pinpoint my ki form there.” “No problem.” Bra assured her. “I’ll bet my brother could pinpoint you from here. You guys have always known where the other was. I was surprised that Gohan didn’t even ask Trunks about that when you left.” “I was never stupid enough to tell my father that I was that close to a guy ten years older.” Pan smirked. “He’d have flipped.” “Well, I gotta go if I’m going to be seeing you tomorrow afternoon.” Bra said, with a mischievous undertone. “I have to tell the guys and then come up with a suitable reason for us to miss work. One that doesn’t include you.” “Thanks.” Pan smiled as she hung up. “Love your place.” Goten scooped her up in a hug. “This all yours?” “Yeah.” Pan grinned. “Won it in a fight.” “Thanks for kidnapping us long distance.” Trunks sank into a chair. “I’ve missed that while you were gone.” “Too bad Mirai isn’t here.” Goten grinned. “It’d be just like old times.” “Want to call him?” Bra offered, knowing Pan was as close to Mirai Trunks as she was to Trunks. “The more the merrier.” Pan’s eyes lit up. “Sparring, drinking and dancing.” “Don’t forget, Truth, Dare or Challenge.” Bra smirked as the guys groaned. Some of the things she could come up with were awful. It didn’t take long to convince Mirai to join them. Seconds later, he had arrived. Shortly after he had come for a visit claiming he missed being around other Sayjins, they had improved his time machine and developed a way to call his dimension. Mirai had partied with them often since then. The rest of the afternoon was spent sparring. After the sun had set, the group returned to Pan’s house tired, sweaty and hungry. The girls agreed to cook only if the guys went out and got the food. “Remember when my dad showed up at our graduation party?” Bra asked as she and Pan moved around the kitchen preparing dinner. “Then insisted we eat what my mother sent.” “Yeah.” Pan grimaced. “When we refused because we had already cooked, he disintegrated our meal.” “Well, he got what he wanted.” Bra said miserably in remembrance. “We ate my mother’s mystery meat, got food poisoning, and somehow managed to re-grow our tails.” “That sure got his attention.” Pan laughed as she set the table. “I always wondered why he showed up at all." “Can’t you guess?” Bra smirked, her eyes lit up with amusement. “My mother sent him with the food. He figured that he wasn’t going to have his training interrupted for no reason. That’s why he was so insistent that we eat whatever it was she had cooked.” The girls continued to talk and catch up on each other’s lives as they finished dinner. The talking continued through the meal. When everyone was finished eating, Pan gave them a tour of her house. “And this is the reason I love this house.” Pan smiled mischievously as she opened a door on the top floor. She led her friends into the room. There was stereo equipment, a big screen T.V. with VCR, DVD, game systems and surround sound. Pillows and cushions littered the floor, with a few low tables here and there. But what Pan loved most about this room was the ceiling made almost entirely of glass. “It’s beautiful.” Bra gasped gazing around the star-lit room. “So what do we do now?” Goten asked, dropping to sit among some pillows. “Drinks?” Pan asked, showing them the fully stocked bar they hadn’t noticed. “Hey, baby.” Goten grinned, wiggling his brows at Pan in mock flirtation. “How about I buy you a drink?” “How about you let me make you one?” Pan suggested, pulling glasses out. “Pick your poison.” “Tequila shots all around!” Goten decided grinning evilly. He loved doing shots. After the first five rounds he knew they’d start doing body shots, which gave him an excuse to have his hands (and mouth) on Bra’s body. Of course there was also the fact that it meant she’d have her mouth on him. “You’re just hoping for body shots.” Bra accused in mock anger. Her thoughts mirrored Goten’s. “Okay.” Pan got their attention as she quickly poured the shots. “First round’s up.” After they’d downed the first round, Pan set up the second. “Why don’t we play ‘Three Man’?” Trunks suggested, not wanting to get bored just sitting and drinking. “But I want to play ‘Truth, Dare or Challenge’.” Bra scowled in perfect imitation of Vegita.” “We’ll play your game Bra.” Mairi assured her. “But I for one need a few more drinks in me first.” Everyone else agreed, so Pan set out a couple of rounds of shots. She sent Trunks to find a pair of dice from the game closet. **********************End Flashback************************ “What the hell were you thinking?” Vegita demanded. “Body shots? What is that?” “Just what it sounds like.” Bra smiled innocently. “Shots drunk off someone’s body.” “And you’ve done this before?” Vegita scowled at the others. “It was all in fun, Vegita.” Pan winced, then lowered herself carefully to sit on the floor. “It never led anywhere before.” “Before? So my suspicions are correct?” Vegita growled, ignoring the fact that Pan was the only one sitting down. Trunks, however, did notice. “Pan? Are you okay?” Pan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m fine.” “You had better answer me!” Vegita shouted in frustration. Pan snapped. “If you’d shut up and not interrupt, we’d tell you what the fuck happened!” “How dare you…” Vegita started stalking towards her. Pan threw a ki blast at him. “I said shut up!” Startled, Vegita didn’t dodge in time and the small blast hit him. Before he could retaliate, Trunks approached him. “Dad, please let us finish.” he asked politely not wanting to further anger his father. “We need to get through this soon. Something’s wrong with Pan.” “Make it quick.” Vegita instructed, then addressed Pan. “I’ll deal with you after you’ve finished spawning.” ************************Flashback**************************** After a few rounds of ‘Three Man’ and more than a few body shots, Bra noticed something. “We need to stop drinking.” she warned them. “Why, Bra? We’re just having fun.” Trunks downed another shot from between Pan’s breasts. “The moon’s full.” Bra pointed out. “Unless we stop drinking and try to control ourselves, we’ll turn into Oozaru and trash Pan’s house.” “And who knows what else.” Pan gasped, turning to the boys. “Alright, no more drinking.” “Do you think we’ll be okay or should we brew some coffee?” Bra asked, concern showing through her drunken giddiness. “We should be okay if we keep our eyes off the moon and keep our minds busy.” Trunks explained looking as thoughtful as he could while half plastered. Return to The Wind**