Different Perspective

THURSDAY PT 2

THURSDAY PT 2

Pan sighed as she glanced around the cafeteria. It felt weird being at school and not in her own body. She was getting stared at, mostly by the girls, since she was in Trunks' body. She could hear whispers around her, but she ignored them as she searched for Bulla and Trunks.

She spotted Bulla and let out a sigh of relief before she rushed over to her. "Pan?" Bulla blinked in surprise. "You're here too?"

"What do you mean?" Pan furrowed her brows.

"Mom's here," Bulla said. "I don't know why-" she shrugged. "Do you?"

Pan shook her head, "I didn't even know she came here. Where's Trunks?" She had come because she had been worried about him.

"The last time I saw him, he was in the nurse's office- oh no," Bulla gasped suddenly.

"What?" Pan turned her head, and she let out a gasp when she spotted it too.

Trunks had just entered the cafeteria. Pan had never seen her face look so livid before. Her dark hair was flashing as a snarl rose on her lips. Trunks was pissed!

"What happened?!" She asked Bulla.

"I don't know!" Bulla shook her head. "He was sleeping the last time I saw him!"

Pan pushed her way through the crowd with Bulla. Trunks didn't see them. His gaze was locked on something up ahead.

"MATSU!" He screamed.

Pan stiffened as her eyes widened. Beside her, Bulla let out a gasp.

The cafeteria grew quiet as they all turned to look at who they thought was Pan, facing down Matsu and his gang. Pan swallowed hard at the sight of Matsu. Her stomach churned uneasily, and she could feel a cold sweat rolling down her back.

Matsu got up from his seat. The smirk he sent Trunks made Pan shiver uncomfortably because she knew it was meant for her.

"Hey, Sugar," Matsu called. "What's-"

"I came to give you an answer to that vulgar question you left in my locker yesterday," Trunks spat.

Pan's eyes widened. Matsu had left something in her locker? She could only imagine what it could be, and deep down, she was thankful she didn't know.

"Oh?" Matsu raised an eyebrow. He still had a smirk on his face.

"Yeah," Trunks nodded. "My answer is a question itself." He walked closer to Matsu, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Do you know who I am?"

Pan gulped nervously. What was Trunks doing?  He wasn't about to reveal their situation, was he? Everyone would think she was crazy! It would turn into a big mess!

Matsu furrowed his brows together in confusion. "You're Pan?"

"Yeah, I'm Pan," Trunks agreed with a nod.

And then he sucker-punched Matsu in the nose. There was an audible crack throughout the cafeteria as Matsu fell. People were yelling and awing. Pan was frozen in shock.

"Damn, that felt good," Trunks smirked. "Listen up, shitheads," he growled at Matsu, who was being sat up by his gang. His nose was bleeding profusely, and Pan was sure that it was broken. "My name is Pan Son. Pan fucking Son. Daughter of Goku Son, the reigning champion of the Martial Arts Tournaments. DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANTED TO ME AND NOT BE DEALT WITH?!" Trunks shrieked. "I'LL KICK ALL OF YOUR ASSES!"

Trunks was huffing as his shoulders shook.

Matsu let out an angry growl. He shook off his friend's hands and took a step forward. Blood covered the front of his uniform, and he was holding up a sleeve to his nose. "What's your problem, Pan?! Just because-"