Disclaimer: I don't not and never have owned DBZ/GT and/or any of it's characters. The only character in this story that I own is Brian. If you crazy people send me your addresses, I'll send you a picture of him. But only if you are as bad as my friends, some are litterally on there knees begging for a picture. Yeesh. Ok.
A/N: This fic is sorta A/U, or so my friends say. I really don't think so. You decide. Anyway, a tear-jerking,(ya, sure..) heart-wrenching,(believe it when I see it...) and all around sweet story about T/P and G/B, but with a strange twist of G/M written from different people's point of views. NOT for die-hard G/B fans!!! You will not like this fic very much. Please R/R, but be gentle with flames. This is my first fic after all. On to the story!!!(Please forgive me for the bad title. I was watching the movie and couldn't think of anything else. If you have something different, email me at RebelChick204@aol.com, or just review and maybe I'll repost under that name if it's a good one.)
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Here on Earth
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Pan's POV
It was his fault! All his fault! If my so-called 'boyfriend' would have never asked me out today, none of this would have happened. As my stinging, tear-stained cheeks got blown on by the wind, the day's events were blowing by in my head. But no matter how much I tried, all my thoughts came back to one: He's dead.
Brian, that monster! He asked me out this morning, and I thought I couldn't be happier. I spent two hours getting ready with Bra, which can be a hassle, because of 'The Breakup.' It's all she ever talks about! Honestly, how could Goten be that important if he dumped her?
Anyway, after those two hours of mixing, matching, and make-up, I was ready to make a statement in my black mini-skirt, silver tank top, and black knee-high boots. Brian smiled at me as I got in the car. I smiled back, not knowing what was hidden under his exterior.
When we got to the club, we danced together for a long time. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.
I smiled as I heard a familiar voice ask,"May I cut in?"
A/N: I know it's short, but I'll try to write more next time. Now it's time for the dreaded questions of doom!!!
MMWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Who's dead? What did Brian do?? Who is asking Pan to dance??? All these questions will be answered next time, so click in to read Here on Earth, which will probably be moved to another title!!!!!
A/N: This fic is sorta A/U, or so my friends say. I really don't think so. You decide. Anyway, a tear-jerking,(ya, sure..) heart-wrenching,(believe it when I see it...) and all around sweet story about T/P and G/B, but with a strange twist of G/M written from different people's point of views. NOT for die-hard G/B fans!!! You will not like this fic very much. Please R/R, but be gentle with flames. This is my first fic after all. On to the story!!!(Please forgive me for the bad title. I was watching the movie and couldn't think of anything else. If you have something different, email me at RebelChick204@aol.com, or just review and maybe I'll repost under that name if it's a good one.)
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Here on Earth
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Pan's POV
It was his fault! All his fault! If my so-called 'boyfriend' would have never asked me out today, none of this would have happened. As my stinging, tear-stained cheeks got blown on by the wind, the day's events were blowing by in my head. But no matter how much I tried, all my thoughts came back to one: He's dead.
Brian, that monster! He asked me out this morning, and I thought I couldn't be happier. I spent two hours getting ready with Bra, which can be a hassle, because of 'The Breakup.' It's all she ever talks about! Honestly, how could Goten be that important if he dumped her?
Anyway, after those two hours of mixing, matching, and make-up, I was ready to make a statement in my black mini-skirt, silver tank top, and black knee-high boots. Brian smiled at me as I got in the car. I smiled back, not knowing what was hidden under his exterior.
When we got to the club, we danced together for a long time. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.
I smiled as I heard a familiar voice ask,"May I cut in?"
A/N: I know it's short, but I'll try to write more next time. Now it's time for the dreaded questions of doom!!!
MMWWWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Who's dead? What did Brian do?? Who is asking Pan to dance??? All these questions will be answered next time, so click in to read Here on Earth, which will probably be moved to another title!!!!!