Tell me What's on Your Mind

Trunks couldn't help but wait with anticipation as he sat on the couch with his foot bouncing. His father slapped his knee and told him to stop. Trunks then started chewing on his nails. This was the day that Pan would be coming back home from college. He had counted down the days for this, to see his friend come back.

And his secret love.

He had planned to tell her in person about his feelings. He knew she liked him, so it should work out. Only he knew of his plan, though. It wasn't known to the others, and that's why Trunks was so nervous.

Marron sighed beside him, causing a strand of blond hair to fly away from her face.

"You okay?" Trunks asked her.

"Yeah," she said in a bored voice, "My foot's asleep."

Bra was beside her with her palm against her cheek with her arm resting against the arm rest. She looked like she was about to fall asleep. Everyone looked bored since it was early morning, everyone except Trunks, Gohan, and Videl. Sadly, one Son was not there. In Pan's third year at college, Chi-Chi passed away. Pan attended the funeral but had to head back to college the day after. That was the last time he saw her and he was shocked to see her so grown up.

"You got mail," sang Videl's laptop. The woman walked over to it and ran her fingers over it.

"Can we go ahead and eat the food?" Goten asked, stretching.

"No," Gohan snapped at him, looking much like the late Chi-Chi, "We eat when Pan gets here."

"Let him go ahead and eat," Videl said.

Gohan looked back at his wife, "What do you mean?"

Videl sighed and closed the laptop. "Pan can't get here because the airports in Madrid are closed."

Everyone 'oh'ed with sadness. Trunks looked down at his feet. That's okay. She'll be there in a few days, maybe even tomorrow. He just had to wait until later.

He didn't know that later would be much, much later.

Two Years Later

Trunks poured himself a cup of coffee and drank it black. He had just got out of a long, boring board meeting. He sighed and went to his office and sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. His sinuses were acting up and he had a major sinus headache.

"Hey Mr. Briefs," came a familiar, yet annoying voice. It was that of his ass-kissing assistant.

"Yes Mitch?" Trunks asked in a tone that said he was not a happy president at the moment.

"You okay, sir? You sound a little groggy. Do you want me to get you some coffee?" asked Mitch.

Trunks looked over to his cup that he had just made. "I'm fine, Mitch."

Mitch nodded, "Okay, sir. Can I get you anything?"

"No."

"How did the board meeting go?"

"Fine."

"Mr. Tojihu's voice is so high pitched, isn't it"

"Yes."

"I can get you some Tylenol if you want?"

"I'm fine." Trunks sighed and wiggled a finger in his ear, "Do I have any messages?"

Mitch jumped, "Oh yes, sorry I forgot, you know with the board meeting and everything. Sometimes I totally forget things 'cause it gets so busy here, but imagine how you feel. Being president must be really hard. I don't think I could ever-"

"Mitch," Trunks said agitated, "The messages."

Mitch jumped again, "Oh yes, you got one from your sister saying that her car was in the shop and she was going to use one of your extra ones. Then you got one from Mr. Son asking if you wanted to watch the game with him today?"

Trunks stood up, "I'm leaving now. Clean up the office."

"Right away, Mr. Briefs!" Trunks rolled his eyes when the brown noser turned away.

Everyone waved goodbye as he left. He paid no mind to them and he was sure that they whispered harsh words about their boss, but could he blame them? He was in an irritated mood.

He climbed into his car and headed down the road, having the AC on full blast. It was in the middle of August and the sun burnt down on their necks. This was perfect weather for shorts and tank tops, for playing out in sprinklers and tanning by the pool. But Trunks only wanted to get home, have a drink, and chill. His mind was reeling with today's events and his temples throbbed.

Finally when he got to his manor he pulled into the garage. He stayed in the comfort of his Viper and let the air cool him before he cut it off and walked inside. His house looked like he didn't live in it. There were hardly any decorations but hard wood floors, blank walls, a couch, and a television. He had four other bedrooms, but they were empty except for one king sized bed in each.

Trunks looked around with disgust. Just like a rich guy, he thought, buy big houses only because you can.

He moved over to the kitchen and took down a bottle of scotch and Coke. He mixed the two together in a glass and walked to the living room and turned on the big screen. He never watched television that much, but he settled for Animal Planet. He wasn't sure what program it was, but he later found out for it to be the 'Planet's Most Extreme'.

He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks as he sprawled out on the couch. During commercial, he noticed something weird with his feet. His feet looked funny. He had no toes! No wait, there they were; he had them scrunched.

Trunks sighed again and rubbed his eyebrows. "I need a vacation." You know you need something to happen if you think your toes are gone. Maybe he should get a vacation. A few days to relax and spend his money on stupid little knick knacks and pampering.

Decided before he changed his mind, he called his travel agent.

New York City, Two Days Later

Pan rubbed her temples as she listened to the caller complain about her feelings for a guy, but didn't know if she should tell him. Pan had gotten calls like these ALL the time, and she gave them all the SAME advice.

"…but he's just so cute and nice. He'd never like someone like me."

"Does he talk to you?"

"Well, yeah, a little."

"Then he's taken an interest in you." Pan looked at the girls behind the glass window and rolled a finger next to her temple to show them this caller was crazy. They giggled.

"Well, how do I flirt with him?"

"Just talk," Pan answered, "Bat your eyelashes and sway your hips. And if you really want to get his attention, wear something low cut."

The girl on the other line giggled, "Yeah, I'm sure he'd look at me then. Thanks Pan."

"No problem, glad I could help," she pressed the button, "Next caller. Tell me what's on your mind."

"Um, hi, this is Robert."

"Good afternoon, Robert."

"Good afternoon, uh, well, I actually have a confession to make."

"And what would that be?"

"Um, well, I've been married for twenty-five years now, and we have three kids, two girls and one boy. Everyone thinks I'm the best dad, but I've been hiding something from them, and its been tearing at me for so long."

Pan leaned into the table and readjusted her headphones. "Well Robert, you have the decision if you want to confess something so big on live air." Even though this is what exactly what got the ratings in, Pan was still confused of why men had the galls to confess to a million strangers but not to their own wives.

There was a long sigh from the other end. "No, I need to go ahead and put this behind me before it goes on longer."

"That's you decision."

"Okay, the truth is…I've been sleeping with my wife's boss for a few months now."

"I see," Pan said to the microphone, "Well Robert, do you care about your wife?"

"Yes."

"Then you should know what I'm going to tell you. If you truly care about her, you won't let her suffer like this. You need to tell her and you have to work it out. Better coming out of your mouth than someone else's or her catching you."

"I know, but I'm not sure how to tell her."

"Since you're sleeping with her boss, this can definitely effect her job. You need to end it with one of these women before something happens."

"That's just it, though."

"What is?"

"Her boss isn't a woman. He's a man. How can I tell her that I'm gay?"

Pan sighed; why was it that men always came out to her? "It's still the same concept. You're still being unfaithful to her and she doesn't deserve to be in the dark. You and her need to work something out. My suggestion is to hang up on me right now and get home and let it out before it gets out of hand."

"I see. Thanks Pan."

"No problem Robert." She pressed a button, "Well, we're going to take a break, and then we'll have time for a few more calls. This is Pan Son with Afternoon Guidance." She pressed another button and then pulled off her headphones. The viewers were now listening to some music.

A woman walked in the room and set down a Sprite next to Pan. "You okay there?"

Pan sighed, "I just wish that guys like him could just tell their wives. Why tell six million people and risk her finding out if you don't want her to know?"

"That's people for you."

"People are stupid."

The woman smiled and sat down next to Pan. "We're screening the calls for which ever ones seem to be more important."

"Alright," Pan ran her fingers through her bangs and then looked at the girl, "Three calls and then I'm off, okay." It wasn't a question, but a statement. She was tired and was starting to get tired of the same things over and over; cheaters and love sick puppies.

The woman nodded and stood up, "I'll go get you a coffee."

"Coffee at five in the afternoon. Sounds great."

The woman chuckled. "Remember starting next weeks we're going to have topics for the day so you won't get the same stuff everyday."

Pan nodded and then rubbed her stomach. "Argh, I'll be right back. My stomach's killing me." She got out and walked off towards the bathroom.

When she returned, she had to hurry to her seat and quickly put on her headphones since they had ten seconds to air. Two, one-

"Good afternoon viewers. This is Pan Son with Afternoon Guidance. We have our fist caller. Tell me what's on your mind." She pressed the button.

"H-Hi, this is Jennifer Louise." There was a sniffle and Pan frowned. She knew how to decipher sobs and this didn't sound like a love sick puppy. Her cries were throaty and her voice was cracked.

"Jennifer, is there something wrong?" Pan moved closer to the mic.

Jennifer gave another sob. "I have a bottle of Vicodin with me. I'm about to down it and end my life. I just want my parents to know that none of it was my fault. Why do they blame me? I didn't do anything."

Pan put her hand over her mouth. A suicidal. She hated these. "Jennifer, before you do that, can you do me one favor?"

Another cry. "W-What?"

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Airport security sucked, even if it was his own damn plane! But he had landed, and where of all places? New York City, America. He was supposed to go to a place that would relive his stress, not make him have high blood pressure. He turned on the radio and heard a girl crying, but a woman was talking.

"Jennifer, before you do that, can you do me a favor?"

"W-What?"

"Can you tell me why you called me?"

"B-Because my m-mom and my sister listen to you and the only way they'll listen to me is if I say it on the radio."

"Jennifer, I know you don't want to kill yourself."

"H-How would you know?" There was definite defense in her voice.

"Because my producers have told me that you've been on hold for nearly ten minutes. If you were serious about this, it would already be over with."

There was a long silence.

"Jennifer?"

"I-I just want them to stop taking their anger out on me. I want them to stop the fighting and yelling. It's not my fault that she got pregnant. I'm sick of them acting as if it's my fault."

"Suicide isn't the answer."

"I-I know. I'm just so tired."

"I can get you help, Jennifer. Would you like that?"

There was a loud sniffle. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I would."

"Okay, you stay on and I'll cut you off the air so me and you can talk, okay? I'm putting you on hold." Then the sobbing ceased and only the woman remained. "That's it for today, veiwers, sorry. Thanks for tuning in. This is-

Honk!

"Get out of the way, jerk!"

"- with Afternoon Guidance. Good night and best wishes."

Trunks turned into one of the condo buildings where he spent all of his vacations. This was familiar territory to him; he had a room reserved for him at all times.

A bell boy stepped up to his car as Trunks climbed out. "Can I help you with your bags, sir?"

"Yeah, I have a room reserved on 1576. Take them up there while I check in at the lobby." Trunks handed him the keys to his Ferrari to park, then went inside the hotel to the front lobby.

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Pan sat in her car with the air condition blowing on her. She let out a long sigh through her nose. She was glad she could get Jennifer some help, but people like that always got her depressed. The sky was now dusk but the air was still hot with the earlier heat. The concrete seemed to be steaming. She opened her door and climbed up to the elevator of her apartment building. When she got on, there was a short old man with a gray face and bald who smiled at her.

"Heard what happened today," he said. There was whistles in his words because he didn't have teeth. "Sweet thing ya did, not letting her hurt herself."

"She only needed someone to pay attention to her. I was there for two hours talking to her."

"At least you helped her."

Pan smiled, "Thanks Mr. Gerritsen."

It stopped on her floor and she got off and walked down to her room. After she opened it and turned on the lights, she was greeted with beige and white. The only thing that stood out was the black television and the fruit paintings in the kitchen.

She was so tired and hungry, but she had not gone to the store so she just ate tuna straight out of the can and popcorn; what a combination. Soon she fell asleep on the couch with the popcorn bowl on her stomach. Good thing she lived by herself.

(A/N): Well, here I am with my another TP fanfic. This is going to be romance and angst, I hope. It's something I've been thinking about. If you don't know, this is basically about Pan running away and Trunks finding her through her radio station. Review please, it makes me happy. Also, I do accept flames (how else am I suppose to heat my house?) Thanks everyone, lots of love! Ja ne!