The Future Unknown

First Date

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3- First Date

Pan was exhausted, and it wasn't because the academy was keeping her up with cases. No, the academy was keeping her up with school work! With things like algebra and physics- things Pan had never been good at!

The school year had been going on for four months now, and it was nearing the middle of summer. Not once had the academy tested the physical abilities of their recruits or put them in any type of training.

Having grown frustrated, Pan finally asked one of the leading officers when they would be learning about cases. The way he explained it to Pan was that they would briefly go over cases, but it wouldn't be their primary focus because they no longer handled the difficult cases. They worked on smaller things, like break-ins or petty thieves. Things that didn't require the officers to go on site.

Pan had been shocked. If the police weren't the ones handling the more difficult cases, then who was? She had tried to ask, but the officer quickly changed the subject and wouldn't say much more about it. It was so frustrating because Pan wanted to be apart of whatever team took on the hard cases. She could handle it!

With a groan, Pan laid her head down on the table she was sitting at. She had come to the local cafe near her apartment in hopes that it would give her some motivation and pep to want to finish her school work, but it didn't.

"Wow," a familiar voice said, and Pan's eyes widened as she shot her head up. Trunks was sitting across from her and looking at her workbook filled with red lines of error. "You're not very good at math, huh?" He said before taking a sip of his coffee.

Pan scrambled to close her workbook before she huffed and glared at Trunks. She always seemed to run into him, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him. It was like he had some sort of detector that allowed him to see where she was so he could show up and aggravate her.

"It's rude to look at people's personal belongings, Jerk," she told him.

"It was sitting right in the middle of the table. With all the red marks on it, it would have been hard not to see it."

Pan kept glaring at him. "Why must you pester me?"

Trunks smirked, "it's fun."

"You are impossible to deal with," Pan sighed. No one had ever gotten on her nerves more than him, and that was saying something since she grew up with Goten.

"To be impossible would to be non-existing," Trunks stated factly. "And I'm still here."

"Smartass," Pan muttered as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. She glanced around and saw there were plenty of other empty tables he could have sat at. She wanted to ask him why he chose her table, but he would just pop something back about them being friends or how he enjoyed aggravating her.

"I can help you with that, you know-" Trunks motioned to her workbook. "If you still want to continue your classes, that is."

Pan had concluded weeks ago that Trunks knew that the police academy didn't do anything. And now that he knew that she knew it as well, his teasing about it had become even more annoying. Pan wouldn't admit it to him that she wanted to quit. Plus, she couldn't! One day she would reach that secret team!

"Why would I trust you to help me?" Pan snorted. "You'll probably make me fail."

Trunks held up his hand with a grin. "You can't say that I didn't offer my help. Plus, it looks like you'll be failing no matter what with all those red marks."

Pan huffed as she gathered up her workbook and shoved it into her bag. "Don't you have better things to do than to torment pretty girls?"

"Pretty girls?" Trunks' grin turned into a smirk. "I don't torment pretty girls."