We (Amy and Funnybulma) wrote this FF together. We hope you enjoy it.




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LOVE IS A GAME. NO WINNER. Part 1


It would have been a huge lie if Pan had said it was warm in her classroom. Because it wasn't just warm, it was as hot as glowing lava. The midday sun had heated the room to around 30 ° C in the shade and the air was literally boiling. Fried eggs could have been fried on the windowsill, and Pan guessed they would have turned coal-black straight away. A fly flew past the glass, but it looked just as lazy and exhausted as the 32 students who were sitting in the room. The sweat ran down everyone's forehead and not half of the students were mentally, physically or morally able to even remotely pay attention to what Mrs. Spennis explained. She was a French teacher, but only in her sophomore year and eleventh grade of Western Capital High School was her first own course.Pan had always suspected that this woman should have chosen a job that could be done in a quiet and very deserted office. Already in her first lesson with this teacher, the black-haired girl noticed that she had no assertiveness towards the students. If someone caused trouble, she always threatened the headmaster, because when she started screaming herself, everyone just had to laugh. > Well, if she thinks so! Okay what should I do? Better to say right away that I have no idea where we are or answer some shit? Thank you, thank you, thank you, Dende !!!" From now on, Pan knew, she would be left alone for the rest of the lesson, because Ms. Spennis had the way to take a student only once per lesson. But Pan was very bored, because Bra, who usually sat next to her and chatted with her, had disappeared all day without a trace. Usually they met Goten, Trunks and Bra around 7.30 am to fly to school together. But that day Bra hadn't come, that wouldn't have worried Pan if it hadn't been for the fact that Trunks hadn't come either. Son-Goten hadn't known why the siblings hadn't come and Pan couldn't find an explanation as long as she thought about it. Pan couldn't imagine that they were both sick. Because half of the two were Sayiajins and, as is well known, only very rarely got sick. So there had to be another reason, but it was nowhere to be found. In any case, Pan had decided to fly to the letters after this hour and see what was going on.



The wind blew some strands in Pan's face and she wrinkled them slightly


Nose. On her back the heavy school bag was packed with books,


Stapling and other necessary material. "You I'm going home. You say


What about the two of them? "asked Son Goten, who was now flying around beside her


to be able to talk to Pan like that. "Clear." she replied tersely. In thought


she was only with Trunks and Bra. She didn't even notice that Son


Goten turned away from her and flew the other way. "Why do you keep it


just didn't come? "


At last! The large building of the Capsule Corp. stretched out in her field of vision.


It seemed to be busy. On the opposite parking lot, the


Large limosines were parked for just such moments. Of


upstairs everything looked like a big anthill. People ran hectically


through the area and were completely absorbed in their tasks.She landed


a bit away in a back alley and walked to the Capsule Corp. The nearer


the more queasy she felt. All that stand out from the capsule


Corp. distant were totally dissolved. Some even cried. Pan sank


deep in her thoughts and so she bumped into a chubby woman.


She wanted to apologize, but the woman just kept walking. she heard


like a man said something across the street. The traffic was


quite loud and she could only understand parts of it ".... Dead .... Briefs ....


She stopped. A painful feeling pierced her heart. Dead? But


who? Her eyes glazed over and a lonely tear ran down her cheek.


Pan ran off. She had to go to the C.C. as soon as possible. reach. She jumped over that


Garden fence that fenced off the vast garden of the Briefs. She ran through the garden, past the training capsule. Nobody seemed to be exercising.Not even Vegeta. She felt queasy. She ran faster. At last she reached the large back door that led to the garden. She opened it and was startled.


Famous scientists and politicians were everywhere. They looked sad, but Pan was not unsettled. Perhaps only one animal had died from the letters, but she didn't believe that herself. That's why you wouldn't make such a big fuss. Pan strolled down the hall to Bra's room. When she arrived she wanted to knock, but before she could do that, the door opened and a dissolved and tear-smeared Bra came out. "What's going on ??" "Oh, Pan !!!" She fell around Pan's neck "It's awful ... Grandpa .... Grandpa .... he ... is .... him ... "" You don't need to go on talking. "Pan said in a calming tone and put her arm around her. She knew that Dr. Briefs wasn't the youngest anymore, but she wouldn't have thought that he would die.Not now. Bra was still sobbing. Then it broke away. "If you want to see Trunks, he's in his room. But I don't know if he wants to see you. I'll go to the bathroom." "That's right. You don't look particularly pretty like that," Pan tried to comfort her and smiled. Bra smiled slightly back and disappeared into the bathroom opposite. Pan decided to check on Trunks. She knocked on his bedroom door. "Go away Bra!" Said a voice that clearly belonged to Trunks, but there was an undertone in it that Pan didn't like at all. "Not Bra. It's me, Pan! Can I come in?" Trunks sighed. He couldn't use that at all now. He just wanted to be alone. "Your mother gave me some bread for you. She said you should finally eat something." Pan tried again. He really didn't want to talk to her. Maybe she would go away if he didn't answer. He remained motionless on his bed and waited. "You already said something so it's too late to pretend you're not there."Pan announced." Did I invite you? "Trunks asked on the other side of the door." No, nobody. But I know that I am always welcome. "replied Pan." What? What do you want? Pity me or reproach me? Pan asked himself confused. But before she could finish speaking, Trunks continued: "I didn't want to argue with him, but I couldn't have known that he would be gone anytime soon. Just because I was so selfish he must have thought at the end of his life that I hated him. "So the wind was blowing, Pan recognized and said sympathetically," But not, Trunks, he knows that you love him. "He didn't like the apparently pitying tone in her voice, it made him really angry. He could pity himself enough. He didn't need his best friend for that. Pan tried to turn down the doorknob, but it was locked. She sighed heavily and said exhausted: "Why are you making it so difficult for me?The only thing I want is for you to be better. I don't want to pity you, I want to help you. You should know that! "> Great, now you too!" His mother had already tried to use similar words. "Go! "came out of his throat soundlessly." I won't go away. "Pan said calmly, slumped against the wall and sat with his back to the door." Ignore me. Yell at me or something. I will not go away. If you don't want to talk, no problem, I'll talk. First, I'll tell you about my first own rabbit. It was called a stain, I named it that way because it was white and had a single large stain on its back. At some point it got sick, very sick. We had to