Lonely
Chapter One
Pan sat down on the oak chair and looked out the window of her house's kitchen. "Dammit, Trunks! Why the hell did you do that to me?!" she yelled to the wall. Earlier that night, she had poured her heart out to Trunks and just got a cold look from him before pushing her aside and walking away. Yet he was only second to the top of her heart. But Pan couldn't even admit the first to herself, let alone to who it was. But she was so lonely. "GOD DAMMIT!" she yelled. Now there was no Gohan around to punish her. No Videl to scold her. Nobody, except for herself. Maybe she could admit to herself who she loved. Maybe she could do more.
Pan got up from her chair and picked up the phone before dialing in a number. "Hey, Bra?" she asked. "Say, have you seen that new "Cream Lemon" movie yet?"
"Hey, there you are, slow poke!" Pan said as the blue haired woman got out of the car and ran down to meet her. "Hey! You know what they say about two friends going to see a hentai! First one there is a perverted kuso!" Bra said while walking to the ticket booth. "Two for 'Cream Lemon'," Pan said, producing her ID. The ticketmaster scanned the card quickly and handed them the tickets and the plastic. "all right, first one to the left," Bra said as she entered the theatre with Pan by her side.
It was half way through the movie and Pan still had not thought of anything except for the woman next to her. Dear god, Pan thought. I don't know if this was such a good idea. Maybe I shouldn't tell her. I mean, maybe she's like Trunks. NO! I have to tell her. It'll hurt more if I keep it bottled up! But what if she thinks I'm a hentai? Well, I don't know. God, better now than never. Here goes. "Bra, are you even watching this movie? I know I'm not," the tomboy said. Bra shook her head apologetically. "Sorry," she said. "Hey, don't be," Pan said. "I didn't bring you here for the movie anyway." Bra snapped her head up. "Huh? You brought me into a porn movie and you didn't even expect me to watch it?" she asked. Pan shook her head. "No, I brought you into a porn movie because I knew you wouldn't watch it," she said. "There's just been something I'd like to tell you." Bra leaned a little closer to Pan. "Yeah?" Well, here goes nothing! Pan thought. "Well, um, ai-ai shiteru." Bra blinked. "Excuse me, I think my hearing's gone out. I could almost swear you said you loved me!" she said, cleaning her ears with her fingertips. "Bra, I did," Pan remained serious. The blue haired woman's mouth dropped open. "Pan, are you sure you aren't just desperate for somebody after Trunks tossed you out like an old magazine?" the woman asked. Pan leaned so close to Bra that their lips were almost touching. "Bra, I love you more than life itself. Jesus, I was going for Trunks because I was trying to make everybody believe that I'm a het. I'm not a het, I'm...controversial. (Quote from Bring It On: "You speak fag?" "Fluently." Now then, back to the fic!) "Pan, I'm straight," Bra said, becoming uncomfortable with Pan being that close. "So than I guess you wouldn't enjoy this," the tomboy said, kissing Bra softly. The supermodel's eyes shot open and then closed as she wrapped her arms around Pan's neck and opened her mouth as an invatation. The black haired tomboy nervously slid her tounge into the bluenetts (New word I just made up! -_-;;) mouth and savored the taste of he mind swirled as she imagined that possibly the only better tasting thing in the world probably came from the woman's nether lips. These porn flicks have finally effected my brain, the woman thought, parting the kiss. "Are you still straight?" she whispered into the woman who was no longer prune. "Not a chance, ai shiteru."
Chapter One
Pan sat down on the oak chair and looked out the window of her house's kitchen. "Dammit, Trunks! Why the hell did you do that to me?!" she yelled to the wall. Earlier that night, she had poured her heart out to Trunks and just got a cold look from him before pushing her aside and walking away. Yet he was only second to the top of her heart. But Pan couldn't even admit the first to herself, let alone to who it was. But she was so lonely. "GOD DAMMIT!" she yelled. Now there was no Gohan around to punish her. No Videl to scold her. Nobody, except for herself. Maybe she could admit to herself who she loved. Maybe she could do more.
Pan got up from her chair and picked up the phone before dialing in a number. "Hey, Bra?" she asked. "Say, have you seen that new "Cream Lemon" movie yet?"
"Hey, there you are, slow poke!" Pan said as the blue haired woman got out of the car and ran down to meet her. "Hey! You know what they say about two friends going to see a hentai! First one there is a perverted kuso!" Bra said while walking to the ticket booth. "Two for 'Cream Lemon'," Pan said, producing her ID. The ticketmaster scanned the card quickly and handed them the tickets and the plastic. "all right, first one to the left," Bra said as she entered the theatre with Pan by her side.
It was half way through the movie and Pan still had not thought of anything except for the woman next to her. Dear god, Pan thought. I don't know if this was such a good idea. Maybe I shouldn't tell her. I mean, maybe she's like Trunks. NO! I have to tell her. It'll hurt more if I keep it bottled up! But what if she thinks I'm a hentai? Well, I don't know. God, better now than never. Here goes. "Bra, are you even watching this movie? I know I'm not," the tomboy said. Bra shook her head apologetically. "Sorry," she said. "Hey, don't be," Pan said. "I didn't bring you here for the movie anyway." Bra snapped her head up. "Huh? You brought me into a porn movie and you didn't even expect me to watch it?" she asked. Pan shook her head. "No, I brought you into a porn movie because I knew you wouldn't watch it," she said. "There's just been something I'd like to tell you." Bra leaned a little closer to Pan. "Yeah?" Well, here goes nothing! Pan thought. "Well, um, ai-ai shiteru." Bra blinked. "Excuse me, I think my hearing's gone out. I could almost swear you said you loved me!" she said, cleaning her ears with her fingertips. "Bra, I did," Pan remained serious. The blue haired woman's mouth dropped open. "Pan, are you sure you aren't just desperate for somebody after Trunks tossed you out like an old magazine?" the woman asked. Pan leaned so close to Bra that their lips were almost touching. "Bra, I love you more than life itself. Jesus, I was going for Trunks because I was trying to make everybody believe that I'm a het. I'm not a het, I'm...controversial. (Quote from Bring It On: "You speak fag?" "Fluently." Now then, back to the fic!) "Pan, I'm straight," Bra said, becoming uncomfortable with Pan being that close. "So than I guess you wouldn't enjoy this," the tomboy said, kissing Bra softly. The supermodel's eyes shot open and then closed as she wrapped her arms around Pan's neck and opened her mouth as an invatation. The black haired tomboy nervously slid her tounge into the bluenetts (New word I just made up! -_-;;) mouth and savored the taste of he mind swirled as she imagined that possibly the only better tasting thing in the world probably came from the woman's nether lips. These porn flicks have finally effected my brain, the woman thought, parting the kiss. "Are you still straight?" she whispered into the woman who was no longer prune. "Not a chance, ai shiteru."