Dear Reader: This is my first fanfic for dbz, and i hope u enjoy it!
BTW: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT o, i wish i did though! >=) In the Hands Of Immortality * The Struggle Years have past, many in fact, from the last reunion of the ultimate Z fighters. Pan, was now at a good age of 15, Trunks and Goten, whom each was of 24, Marron, 17 and Bra who was 18.
Chapter 1 Pan sat, lonely on the bench outside the local beach near the blue, cerulean waters of the Ocean. She was dreary and bored, only watching the marshmallow, white clouds, hovering amongst the skies… She was deprived of her friends, since she and her family moved away from their original town. The city they were living in now, had many people, all of them who were unusually friendly and helpful, yet she refused to make any new companions, since it was too difficult for her to accept the fact, that she wouldn't see Bra, Marron, Goten and Trunks quite often anymore. It had been a year, without them, and she was very unfortunate that she was not very sociable with other kids at her age.
She sat, thinking of all the good times, they had together, yes, they'd always keep in touch, but what worried her most, was if… if something would happen to them, and she wouldn't be around to aid them, she knew that they'd always be just Okay without her. Despite the fact she hated being away from them, she didn't seem to notify her anger at their absence, directly in the journey towards their new home.
She desired to be with her comrades, but no… she must get along without them. Her confusion seemed to make her sheepish, she was humiliated about the reality that she wouldn't be able to cope without them.
She was practically on the other side of world, so, there would be no possibility of making sure they were fine or not. She sighed, and brushed a tiny droplet of water from her eye. Some more tears ran down, flooding down her cheek, inconspicuous to Pan. She rarely cried, and was quite secretive about feelings. She detested having to open up her true heart, and be honest about the way she felt. It was much unexpected of her, anyway. She wiped her weeping pools of water with her sleeve, and she put a hand on her pale, white cheek.
She held a strand of her deep, black hair, and she pulled it behind her ear, and closed her wet, sore eyes, hoping this was just one of her, concealed dreams that she had sometimes at night.
"Oh... Who am I kidding? I'll never be able to forget them…" whispered Pan, depressingly, she lamented some more. After a few minutes had gone by shortly, she stopped her misery, and began to talk softly to herself.
"In time, I'll meet you all again…" she murmured silently. "In time…"
BTW: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT o, i wish i did though! >=) In the Hands Of Immortality * The Struggle Years have past, many in fact, from the last reunion of the ultimate Z fighters. Pan, was now at a good age of 15, Trunks and Goten, whom each was of 24, Marron, 17 and Bra who was 18.
Chapter 1 Pan sat, lonely on the bench outside the local beach near the blue, cerulean waters of the Ocean. She was dreary and bored, only watching the marshmallow, white clouds, hovering amongst the skies… She was deprived of her friends, since she and her family moved away from their original town. The city they were living in now, had many people, all of them who were unusually friendly and helpful, yet she refused to make any new companions, since it was too difficult for her to accept the fact, that she wouldn't see Bra, Marron, Goten and Trunks quite often anymore. It had been a year, without them, and she was very unfortunate that she was not very sociable with other kids at her age.
She sat, thinking of all the good times, they had together, yes, they'd always keep in touch, but what worried her most, was if… if something would happen to them, and she wouldn't be around to aid them, she knew that they'd always be just Okay without her. Despite the fact she hated being away from them, she didn't seem to notify her anger at their absence, directly in the journey towards their new home.
She desired to be with her comrades, but no… she must get along without them. Her confusion seemed to make her sheepish, she was humiliated about the reality that she wouldn't be able to cope without them.
She was practically on the other side of world, so, there would be no possibility of making sure they were fine or not. She sighed, and brushed a tiny droplet of water from her eye. Some more tears ran down, flooding down her cheek, inconspicuous to Pan. She rarely cried, and was quite secretive about feelings. She detested having to open up her true heart, and be honest about the way she felt. It was much unexpected of her, anyway. She wiped her weeping pools of water with her sleeve, and she put a hand on her pale, white cheek.
She held a strand of her deep, black hair, and she pulled it behind her ear, and closed her wet, sore eyes, hoping this was just one of her, concealed dreams that she had sometimes at night.
"Oh... Who am I kidding? I'll never be able to forget them…" whispered Pan, depressingly, she lamented some more. After a few minutes had gone by shortly, she stopped her misery, and began to talk softly to herself.
"In time, I'll meet you all again…" she murmured silently. "In time…"
