***Good Morning! The time now is exactly 5:26 a.m. and I'm still sitting in front of the comp! You can see again how sick I am, but I can't help it! If I have an idea, then I have to write it down, otherwise I toss and turn all night long, I know that! Well, so much the better for you; your net needs to wait so long. So, read it nicely, bye, bye, your P. ***








It was stupid outside. Oob lay on the bed with his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. His head was completely blank. He took nothing more. The only thing he could think of right now was Pan. He hadn't seen her in months. How is she doing? He missed her. He missed her so much it hurt. He'd probably called her a thousand times, but he'd never reached her. Where was she?


No sooner had he finished thinking that the phone rang.


"Hello? ... Pan! Hi, what ... Right now? ..."



A few minutes later, Oob saw a shadow flick past the window. Pan. He opened the window and let her in.


She was standing right in front of him. Her eyes were slightly red. She cried. Even so, she still looked beautiful.


There was silence for a moment. Finally Pan broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Oob!"


Oob looked at her puzzled and waited for her to continue.


"I'm sorry for hurting you so," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, "I was so stupid! I didn't mean to hurt you, please believe me!"


Oob hugged her very tightly. Her hair smelled of peach. Oob inhaled the scent very deeply. Pan let go of him slightly so that the tips of their noses touched. She kissed him carefully, tentatively at first, then passionately, until the two of them sank completely into themselves. With a light blow to the chest, Pan carried the helpless warrior onto the bed and sat on top of him. She began to kiss him wildly.Her hands went under his shirt and felt his body. Oob was breathing quickly. His heart was racing. He had longed for it for so long. How could he ever have doubted whether he loved Pan ?! He loved her so much that he believed he would die if she ever stopped kissing him.




“Hey, get up!” Confused, Oob opened his eyes. ; Everything was blurry. "Pan?" He asked drowsy. "I don't know Pan!" Replied a strange, very unfriendly voice, "And now get up, boy!" Oob straightened up and found himself on the floor of the diso; next to the bar where he had had the whiskey last night. An elderly man knelt in front of him with a mop in hand. "Damn drunkards!" He muttered, then turned to the dirty floor.


'It was just a dream', Oob recalled the (if not real) events of the previous night 'A very nice dream ... of Pan and ... oh, shit! 'Only now did Oob realize what he had actually dreamed of.It was true! He actually had a total crush on Pan, his best friend. 'Oh, Dende,' he thought, then got up to leave the bar.




When Oob got home it was about 6 a.m. He was dog tired and just tired of his nerves, so he decided to go to bed and get a good sleep first.


So now he was lying there, staring at the ceiling and thinking. And thought about it. And thought about it. And thought about it. He looked at the window. Nothing but a few balcony plants. Oob turned to the phone. There it was. Unused and pretty much unemployed. Should he call her? Why not?


She would be happy if he called.




“Ring ring ring ring ...!” The phone rang shrilly through the whole house. Son Gohan turned on his side while half asleep and gave a meaningful hum, while Videl, lying next to him, pulled a pillow over her ears and mumbled something unintelligible to herself."I'm going!" Pan's voice echoed across the hall. Dazed, the fighter stumbled down the stairs to the phone that had still not been quiet.


"Hello?" Pan said sleepily. "Hi, it's me!", Came a voice from the receiver.


"Oob ?! What ...", she said hotter and had to try to keep her eyes open "What is it?" - "Just wanted to hear how you are." Pan looked at the digital clock next to the phone .


"At half past six ???" - "Did I wake you up?" - "Uh ... nope, nope, just wanted to get up."


Oob smiled in disbelief. "Do you have time today?" He finally asked.


"Um ... I think so," Pan replied, rubbing his eyes.


"Do we want to train?" Suggested Oob.


"Yes ... yes, ok." Pan could barely stand on his feet. She just wanted to go back to bed quickly and hoped Oob would be satisfied with this answer and then leave her alone.


"I'll come by right then and pick you up, okay ?!"

Pan's words almost knocked Pan - and in the true sense of the word - blown away.


"In a moment?" She asked uncertainly, "When in a moment?"


"I'll be there in about 10 minutes," it came back.


Pan didn't answer. "Pan?", Oob asked into the receiver "Are you still there?"


Well, yes ... and again no. Pan was lying in front of the cabinet on which the phone was, and was slumbering comfortably, still holding the receiver in her hand.








*** That's it for today. I am going to bed now. I'm really tired. I hope this part isn't too stupid - I can't really think clearly anymore. So see you tomorrow ... uh, today ... uh ... well, bye. Your P. ***