Forgotten promises
Chapter one
Disclaimer: Two points to those who can guess what it is. Lol.
A/N: This is my third story. I'm so hyped up cause I've got another important test coming up and instead of studying I'm sitting in front of the computer typing. The good thing though is it's improving my technological skills but the bad thing is I don't do that subject. I'm such an idiot that it's starting to affect my brain. Hm, did that last sentence make sense? Anyway this new story is another T/P. That's like the only couple I ever write about cause they're so cute together. I mean come on. Who would you rather have as a couple Trunks and Pan or Trunks and Marron. If you said Trunks and Pan then I have a feeling we're going to be great friends but if you said Trunks and Marron then you shouldn't be anywhere near this fanfic. I'm so serious when I say that, not that I have anything against you people. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Yeah, I think that's it. Anyway just read it and tell me what you think. The time jumps from when she is eight to when she is older in case you don't realize.
"You promise Trunks?" The eight year old girl asked. The sun's rays reflected on her eyes and she was beaming.
"Yes I promise Pan-chan!" He sighed and ruffled her hair.
"You promise to love me forever and forever?" Her adorable puppy dog eyes made her one to admire and her sweet voice didn't help much either.
"Yeah sure kiddo, whatever you say!" Trunks pretended to catch her nose in his hands.
"I'm not a kid!" She pouted. "I'm all grown up."
"Anything you say!" He gave her another look. "Why don't you go upstairs and play with Bra. She's got her dolls and you can go dress them up. Plus I think mom got her a new set of wardrobes for those things."
"Dolls are stupid and I hate them. Why can't you spar with me?" Pan gave him a sad look and he smiled.
"Cause I'm busy but I'll spar with you some other time. Besides, Marron is coming over here in a moment. I know you like her." He put his pen down and turned to face her.
"YAY! MARRON'S COMING!" She shouted and started running around the house. "MARRON'S COMING. MARRON'S COMING."
"Did I hear my name being called out?" Asked a cheerful young blonde as she entered the house.
"Marron!" Trunks said happily. He stood up to give her a quick kiss and the two exchanged greetings.
"Marron!" Pan exclaimed quickly as she rushed over and knocked the young teen to the ground.
"Hey Pan! What have you been up to?" She ruffled Pan's hair and smiled as she pouted.
"Nothing, Trunks won't spar with me so can you?" There was a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
"You know I don't fight. Trunks has a lot of work to do so if you let him finish then maybe we can all go for ice-cream later. What do you say?"
"YAY! ICE-CREAM!" The small girl yelled again. She ran outside and sat under the large oak tree to let him finish his work.
"What are you doing sitting there?" asked a voice near her.
She cocked her head to the side to see who it was. "Oh hi Vegeta. I'm waiting for Trunks to finish his work so we can all go get ice-cream." She smiled innocently.
"Get up and I'll spar with you. You haven't trained in a while!" His arms were crossed and there was a questioning look plastered on his face. "Why is that?"
"It's because Trunks never has time to spar with me anymore." Her face formed a sad look.
"Why does it have to be the boy you have to train with?" Vegeta was now more curious to know about her sudden lack of training and sudden interest in his son.
"It's because I love him!" She said in a cute voice. "I love him and he loves me. I'll love him for the rest of my life." Pan gave a satisfied sigh.
The answer obviously surprised Vegeta and he stood there for a moment trying to transfer the information into his head. Then he gave a smirk. Not one of his normal ones when he wanted to prove someone wrong but a smirk which meant he knew something. Something which could affect a lot of people, but he would keep it to himself, at least for now.
"Let's go train!" He snapped at the girl.
She shrugged her shoulders and followed him into the gravity room. Her small hands grasped the handle before the door banged shut. This was the beginning of a life of hard work, training, no more games. She had wanted to prove to Trunks she was worth his time and now was her chance. Pan would train for all she was worth.
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"Just a little bit more!" Vegeta screamed.
Pan had powered up and had come so close to super saiyan two. Her only problem was her mind was not strong enough. It told her she was too weak, not strong enough. Not worthy of the man she cared about the most.
"I can't do it Vegeta!" She dropped to the ground and faced her head the other way in shame.
"Get up and go get changed. We will resume training tomorrow." He said in a gruff voice before leaving the gravity room. The door shut behind him and she sighed.
"Why can't I do it. I've been training all my life but there is always something stopping me." Her hair was damp from the sweat and she followed him inside the house, looking back one more time. "Why?"
Her eyes swept over the house, searching for the man she would give her life for. He was her everything and she couldn't imagine not seeing him.
"Pan-chan!" He exclaimed.
She turned around quickly at the sound of his voice and smiled. "Trunks, where have you been?" The way he smiled made her want to die.
"In the office, there were more stacks of paper work and I haven't had time to get some fresh air. I just lost my secretary." He frowned for a moment.
"Why?" Pan was filled with concern.
"Because she was giving Marron shit. I am not taking sides when I say this but she sure has something against Marron. I mean she called her a slut for no apparent reason." His frown deepened. "Anyway I'm looking for a new secretary and I don't know what to do."
Maybe it's cause she's jealous of Marron. Jealous of the fact your heart belongs to her. I know I am she thought silently. How can someone like you not see how much you're hurting me every time you're with her. You know I love you more than life itself.
Pan and Marron had drifted apart over the years. It was because they were both too different. Her respect for Marron had disappeared after a certain incident while her fondness for Trunks grew. Trunks only had eyes for his 'girlfriend'. She was his best friend but that was all she would ever be. All he ever talked about was Marron. They had started dating after she had turned sixteen. Exactly when the incident had occurred.
"I'm sorry Trunks but I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you later." Pan gave a slight wave and was determined not to let her foul mood show. She made her way upstairs.
"Wait!" He called out.
She put on a fake smile and turned around. "Yes Trunks?"
"What's wrong? You seem awfully quiet today. Something is bothering you." He moved closer so they were face to face.
She sighed and looked down to her feet. "It's nothing, I'm just tired I guess. I've been having trouble with a lot of things lately but you don't have time to hear about it." Facing him again she smiled and then proceeded to walk to the room which had been given to her.
"I'm never too busy for you. Have dinner with me tonight and we'll catch up." He grinned.
"I'm sorry Trunks I'm busy tonight but how about some other time." She was silently cursing her mother and father for making Friday night a family night.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you spent Friday nights with your parents. How about next Saturday?" His hair was tousled and made him more irresistible, at least to Pan.
"Sure Trunks." She gave a curt nod and went back to her room before he could see the tear that threatened to fall.
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As she lay on the bed her thoughts wandered to a certain purple haired demi-saiyan. He constantly invaded her thoughts. Something about his crystal eyes intrigued her. Inside though she knew she could never have him. He didn't love her the way she wanted him to. He loved her like a brother loved a sister.
"Like a brother and a sister. That's all I'll ever be, a little sister. I'm eighteen for kami's sakes. Why can't he look at me the way he looks at so many other woman?" Her power level had raised dangerously high.
"What's wrong Pan?" asked a concerned Bra as she ran into the room.
"Huh, nothing?" She instantly lowered her level back to normal. "I'm just thinking, that's all."
"You're never just thinking. What is it about? I know I'm not as close to you as Trunks is but you can tell me anything." Bra went over to sit next to her.
"Remember two years ago?"
She nodded and then sighed. "When you and Marron stopped talking. Trunks sided with her after the incident. I know it must've been hard for you but you and Trunks did make up afterwards. I guess your friendship with Marron wasn't strong enough. It's best you forget about it."
Pan stood up and looked out the window. "It wasn't what she did to me, it was what she said after that hurt me the most. We were so close when I was little. How could she say something like that."
"I'm sure she didn't mean it. She said she was sorry after. Don't you remember that?" Bra put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"I know and we haven't talked since. I just can't forgive her, never can and never will. She just shouldn't of said that. It hurt me so much, I just can't Bra." She sighed and sat down again.
"Pan, listen to me. You can't keep remembering the bad things. You've got to move on, go out there and have some fun. Please, do it for me." Bra put on her best puppy dog face and pouted.
She laughed lightly and shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah okay Bra, for you!"
"Thanks Pan-chan!" The aqua-haired girl ran over to her friend and hugged the air out of her. "I've got to go now but I'll see you later okay?"
"Who's the lucky guy?" Pan asked in a teasing voice.
"No one in particular. I'll tell you all about it when I get back." She quickly ran out the door before Pan could tease her anymore.
"At least you've got something interesting to do tonight. Another night of family and then it's off to be alone. I've had a lot of that lately, being alone." The young girl said silently.
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That's the first chapter for you. Hope you hang in there and wait for the next one. I've only just got started. Anyway please R&R.