#027; mummifiedmutant

[niles]

like sitting ducks,FANDOM: Dragonball GT.
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Gill, Pan; mentions: Gohan, Goku.
RATING: PG.
WORD COUNT: 550.
PROMPT: 10_cliche_fics; the darkest hour is just before the dawn.
SUMMARY: Pan and Gill try their best to be productive on the planet of the Tsufruian.

"Gill," frantically, Pan clamped down on the little robots arms, "why do you insist on making such a racket?!"

He continued to flash and groan, churning out the simple words of Pan! Danger, danger! over and over. She was getting a headache, the way he kept on going on, because-damnit-it had already been eight minutes and nothing had even happened. They were just as in danger as they were when they first made it to the remade planet of the Tsufruian, and- okay, so maybe they'd been in danger for a while now. Whatever.

Pan sighed. "Gill," she warned again, before taking a moment to stare at the wires at their feet, worn and frayed. And perhaps she was a little desperate, the way everything was so stress-y and serious, and maybe it was just her Grandpa rubbing off on her but she couldn't help the remark: "you think this planet has forensics?" she giggled, a little forcefully; Gill simply beeped. "Come on, Gill, we can't let them know it was us, right?"

Gill beeped again. "Pan! Sabotage! Pan, sabotage?"

"That's right!" She stated proudly, pointing to the broken hatch and the revelation of wire that lay beyond.

The robot nodded, diving for the wires inside and cutting another loose. It dropped to the dirt with a dull thud. Pan smiled.

"You've got the idea! Hm, but-" she took a long stare up the length of the building in front of her; dank and creepy as hell, but still rather well-lit, "-what's the deal? Nothing's happening!" She let out a frustrated sigh, folded her arms, and promptly buried one of the wires with a stamp of her foot. "Gill, do you have any idea where these wires even go? Who's to say we're even being effective here. Argh."

"Pan!" Gill chimed suddenly. "Good job! Pan, good job!"

Pan laughed, appreciative. Gill beeped again, (and she could've sworn he sounded proud of himself with that blip of a sound, but she wasn't sure how that would work.) Taking a deep breath, she slumped back against the building. "How do we get into these situations?!" she grumbled defeating-ly, hands to her chin and eyes sweeping over the not-so-pleasant surroundings of the Tsufruian planet. "Guess all we can do now is wait for Grandpa."

Gill shook his head. "Son Goku! Dead! Son Go-"

"Gill!" Pan interrupted, hell-bent on hearing nothing more of such negatively, "you can't say things like that! My Grandpa doesn't just die, not like that! No. N-No, ...not like that." She bit her lip; held back a sniffle.

The robot's head dropped a few inches into his middle casing, his arms flailing wildly in defense. "Gill, sorry! Very sorry!"

Pan shared with him a smile, knowing the little guy was genuinely so. "It's fine, Gill. You don't know Grandpa like I do. He always comes through."

"..." Gill seemed like he understood, as he didn't make so much as a beep.

"Y'know. Papa would have something to say to this," she laughed, staring up at the unnaturally-coloured sky. The earth she remembered stood strong above them, still as rich in colour as she remembered it, glowing down on the Tsufruian planet like the moon. "the darkest hour is just before the dawn."

Gill tilted sideways, a little like he didn't get it.

Pan gave the robot a bemused look, "Yeah. Papa was always kind of cheesy."

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Trying a new labeling system for the hell of it, guys. |DD Also, for anyone who doesn't know, my buddy resound's on a hiatus until September sometime, so don't except any new fics from her in the coming month. Sorry. x| Looks like it's just me for now~! Aha.