She'll Be Whatever She Wants to Be

WHICH STORY WILL IT BE!
On a couple of my last updates I was a little heartbroken when I received only a few reviews. Yeah, I know I'm spoiled with the reviews, but I've come to expect a certain amount with each update. So I'm not sure what happened here. Maybe people just didn't know about the updates. Since I'm not too sure about what story everyone out there wants me to update the most, I've decided to have everyone vote in a review, for any of my stories, on which story you'd like to have updated to most. Yes, I know I've had a poll held before on which was everyone's favorite story, but that was years ago. Plus there have been new stories started since then and a couple completed, so it's time to hear from all of you on what story you want finished the fastest. Well, there you go; vote and have you're favorite story updated the most! Don't and, well no one will know what you want. I'll be posting this little poll in each update I post until I have enough information to figure out what's going on in the minds of the readers. Good luck!

She'll Be Whatever She Wants to Be
By: Angelwarrior1

Chapter 3: Her Chains

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"Help."
Vegeta crossed his arms and walked over to stand in front of the odd pair. He immediately noticed how content his son looked. Trunks was usually restless in his sleep, kicking every which way in his sleep. Surprisingly, Vegeta found favor in what he saw. Pan didn't seem to be enjoying herself though.
"Are you going to help or just look at us all night?" Pan grew irritated with Vegeta's stare.
"I don't know brat, he's got you locked in there pretty tight. And it's never wise to disturb a sleeping saiyan who has someone in their arms." Vegeta stated wisely.
"Why not? I can't stay like this all night!"
"Saiyans become defensive and very protective that's why."
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do!" Pan growled as she yelled at the elder saiyan.
"Get comfortable." Vegeta left as he spoke.
"Hey! You can't just leave me like this! Vegeta!"
Pan sighed and tried to get as comfortable as she could with Trunks practically squishing her in his sleep.
'Shit...' Pan's mind cried.
Now:

Pan tried hard to wake Trunks up, but unfortunately, he wouldn't budge.
"Looks like I'll be sleeping here tonight." She did her best to get comfortable and leaned her head against her captor's.
Closing her now weary eyes, she drifted into an ever peaceful sleep. Or at least it would have been an ever peaceful sleep if the nightmare hadn't come. That same one. The one she dreaded having every time she went to sleep. In her dream all was dark. There were chains everywhere, she was chained. With no way out. Her breathing came faster, her claustrophobia kicking in. She looked desperately all around her for a way out, finding none. She called out for someone to let her free, but no aid came. No longer possessing any of her saiyan strength, she would have to plead with her captor. The thing was, there was never a captor to be found. No one was around, she was alone. Just as she was in real life. Always alone. True she had some friends and family she was sure cared, but they knew nothing of how she felt. How she truly felt. No, she was alone. Always and forever...
'NOOOOOO!!!!' Her dream self screamed out trapped in her many chains.
Chains that weighed down her entire body. The scream echoed off the walls of the empty, pitch black room.
"Pan." A voice echoed.
She turned and called out to the voice. Practically begging for it to answer her.
"Pan!" It called again.
"Where are you?!" She shouted.
"PAN!" Now she was being shaken.
And then everything turned to light.
"Pan, wake up!" Trunks shook her hard.
"Wha-" Pan opened her eyes.
"You were having a nightmare. Sounded pretty bad." He looked on with concern.
"Right, a dream." She removed herself from his arms and got up.
'That was no dream. That's my life...'
Pan walked to the kitchen where Bulma was making breakfast. She sat down across from Vegeta, who was already in the process of stuffing his mouth with everything around him. She looked on in amusement, until he looked up with his usual scowl. Of course she was no person to scare easily and raised an eyebrow keeping her amused smirk intact.
"Is it good?" She drawled in sarcasm.
He simply gave his usual grunt and carried on loading the different assortment of breakfast foods into his mouth. She finally went and got her own plate, deciding she was finally ready to eat something. She loaded her plate and ate quickly as all saiyans do. Of course she was much neater than her other Son counterparts. She had her self respect after all. Once she finished her meal she thanked Bulma, who was still cooking for the other two saiyans in the house. As she was leaving, Trunks walked in. He was freshly showered, his hair still dripping onto his shirt. He locked his eyes on hers, she dared to look back. It only lasted for a split second, but Vegeta caught the staring match. He saw the angry challenge of Pan's eyes. She eased out of the kitchen and made her way to her room.
Trunks looked at his father as he moved to sit down. Their eyes met and Vegeta saw his son's desire for the small quarter saiyan. Of course, he never looked as if he knew. That was not the Vegeta way. So he rose and left his son to his breakfast. In the hall Pan made her way down the stairs just as Vegeta entered the area. She gave him a brief nod of her head in respect and went on her way. He looked after her and then decided to go about his business.
Pan made it to school early for once and made her way to the cafeteria, where she knew her group would be at this time. She saw Brossman sitting at the sitting, shoveling food into his mouth as though he had been a saiyan himself. By human standards he ate a lot, but somehow didn't gain a pound. He had the build of a big burly man. And while he did look like a big dumb brute, he was actually very smart and nice. He had long blonde hair that was tied in a pony tail. She smirked as she saw her other friends watching him. It was like an on going contest amongst her friends to see how much Brossman could eat at meals. They would bet amongst each other and who ever lost had to buy Brossman his next meal. She didn't get involved in the betting. Just liked to watch the whole spectacle go down herself. It certainly wasn't boring.
School went on as any other day would, she went to class, was bored immensely and scared the faculty and student body shitless. You know, just a regular day. So now she was making her way to the shoot. Her first commercial. She hadn't told anyone but her friends. They were all so excited, they even asked if they could go with her. Much to their disappointment, she refused. She told them she didn't want anyone to get kicked out of the set for being rowdy. They knew she was right. They often got out of control when riled. So they parted ways and now she was flying to the studio.
She made sure to land in an empty area and ran the rest of the way. The guard let her in once she showed her card from the man she spoke with. Finding her way surprisingly easy, she came upon the set and saw everyone running around trying to get things in order.
"Aw, Pan! Good to see you my dear." The man known as Hitachi, whom she had met at the diner, showed her to the screening room.
She said the lines that were given to her as eloquently as she could and was then told to wait in another room. Other women were waiting in the room with her. All of which looked nothing like her. They were for the most part blonde, though a few brunettes and one red head sat with her. They all looked glamorous compared to her, while she just looked...Well, like a student. A very goth student. She didn't miss the sneers and disgusted looks shot her way from the others. The only one who seemed to not give her some superior look was the red head, who chose to keep to herself. All the others whispered amongst themselves and every now and then a few snickers would come from them. She was able to hear them bashing her in the corner. She was used to it though, so played her role of the mean gothic bitch well.
After what seemed like hours, Hitachi came in. He announced who would be staying for further testing and who would leave. Most of the blonds were kicked out, one brunette left and the red head stayed. So more testing ensued, then more waiting. After that more were let go. Now it was between Pan, a brunette and the same red head. The brunette was called to screen once more. She smirked in victory and began walking to the camera. On her way she knocked her elbow into Pan's side.
"Oops, how clumsy of me." She feigned in fake sincerity.
"Of course ditz." Pan smirked as she didn't feel any pain at all from the hit.
The brunette snarled at this and stomped over to read her lines. The people who were Hitachi's partners discussed amongst themselves on how the brunette performed. After minutes of whispered debate they ceased their bickering.
"Thank you, but you may leave now." Hitachi spoke calmly.
"What?! You mean I'm out?!" She stomped the floor angrily.
"Yes miss. Thank you for your time."
"Don't tell me you're going to choose one of those bitches over there?!" She was now almost screaming her head off.
"Miss, please restrain yourself from making such a debacle. Now please leave, or I'll have someone MAKE you leave." Hitachi snapped at the woman, rubbing his temples.
This is exactly why he hated professionals sometimes. They got all full of themselves and thought they were the best. One more reason he liked one of the screening subjects in particular. She didn't raise a fuss. He called the red head next as the brunette screamed in anger and stomped off the set. She pushed Pan with her shoulder on her way out harshly, not bothering to apologize. Pan bit her tongue to keep from killing the woman right then and there.
It turned out the red head wasn't what they were looking for either, and Pan was awarded the job. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 8 pm. Shooting would take several more hours. She knew she would be receiving a beating tonight either way, so she may as well get one for being super late instead of just mildly late.
Hitachi's make up artists ushered her to get the dress she would be wearing in the commercial on and then led her to the chair to put make up on her. After make up came her hair. Once then moved from her sight of the mirror she saw her reflection. Gone was all traces of heavy mascara. Gone was her dark lip stick. Gone was her pale skin. Gone was her flat black hair that usually hung straight down her back. Now she had light mascara. Now she had shining red lip stick. Now she had blush on her cheeks and foundation on her face to make her appear as if she had a healthy tan. And now her hair was in gorgeous loose ringlets around her face that wove down her back.
She had a few issues walking in the shoes but once she figured out how to balance in the high heels she was informed of her next move. Shooting took hours as she predicted. She had to learn how things worked when making a commercial. Though she made up for her lack of knowledge with her quick learning abilities. Hitachi was impressed with how well she performed on her first shooting. And soon she was changing back into her regular clothes and wiping the make up from her face in the bathroom. Hitachi paid her for her hard work in the form of a check. Much to her displeasure. She mentally threatened to pay him a visit if the check bounced. He assured her if she had any problems to just call his secretary and all problems would be taken care of immediately. She simple nodded her head at this and left.
Now she was flying back to meet her fate. She knew her father would be infuriated at her late arrival. She was way later than usual. She looked at her watch and saw that it was now 12 am. The shooting had taken 4 hours give or take. She was surprised she wasn't getting in at 2 am. Then she'd really be dead. Literally most probably. She landed at the front door. She took a deep breath and turned the knob. Then she released the deep breath and walked right into hell.
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Poor Pan. What will she do now? And how will she deal? Review to find out.