A Kiss Means Something
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Chapter 1- Introductions
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Trunks was prowling the streets. The back alleys, more like. His Ki was so suppressed,
only one person --- his mate, someone he had not met yet --
could sense it.
Why all the stealth? He was hiding. Hiding from his parents which meant, well, hiding
from everybody. Why was that? Trunks was. . . a Prince. The
Prince. The Prince of Vegeta-sei, the Prince of the Saiya-jins.
Why was he, Prince of an entire planet, hiding? To get away. Away from the tortures
of the h*ll-hole he called home. From the constant nagging and
demanding of his sister. From the perpetual fighting of his parents. From the never-ending
restraints of being in the palace, being royal in the public eye.
He had had enough. This was not the first time he had run away, but it would be the first time he
would not come back, not for a long while at least. He had
planned it all beforehand, just in case.
Deep in the border forest of Chikyuu, a small town neighbouring his own, was a cave.
The cave was beautiful; inside, strange rocks on the walls
glittered like diamonds, with or without light. The secluded area outside was even more majestic.
The lush green trees were filled with delicious fruits and berries. It was so, so calm, so peaceful. A
much better change from the frantic, rushed routines at the castle.
He had food, and with the trees' bounty, he would last there for about 12 Smiling Moons,
about 1 and a half years, until the snowy years would arrive.
Trunks had finally gotten out of his city. It would be half a day until he would reach his
destination. Sighing, Trunks continued on to his journey to his
haven --- his calm, peaceful, quiet haven.
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A petite raven haired girl shot upright in bed. Her hair was limp with sweat and her
breathing was ragged. She looked out the window at the sliver of
silver that was the moon. Her door burst open suddenly and a man with the same type of a facial
features and hair colour popped into her room.
"Pan-chan, what is wrong? I felt your Ki spike up suddenly."
"Uncle Goten, nothing is wrong. I-I just had a nightmare."
"Oh. Okay then," Goten began to leave but Pan stopped him.
"Uncle. . . Why did mama or papa not come check on me?"
"They were sleeping."
"Then why were you awake?"
"I-uh. . ." Goten averted his gaze. "Midnightsnack," he hurriedly mumbled.
"Wha--oh. . . Is Grandpa with you?"
"No, he--" Goten was interrupted by the sound of someone commenting on a delicious pie
that had been placed on the counter. "Hey. . .
that was MY pie!" Goten rushed out. "G'night Panny-chan!"
Pan laughed. "Night Uncle!"
As the sound of his footsteps faded and the sound of munching began, Pan opened her
two-story window and jumped out. She landed with one hand
one the ground to keep balanced. She looked around and then closed the window by pulling a vine
that had become tangled with the handle. She then darted
toward the forest, toward the Ki that had awakened her.
Pan darted through the trees. ":That Ki is getting stronger . . . I must be getting closer. . . :"
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Trunks stopped. He was nearing his destination. The only reason he had halted was because
he sensed a Ki coming in his direction. ":It is probably
an animal. I can kill it for food! I hope it is a deer though, other animals are not quite as tasty.:" Trunks
got into a fighting stance, facing the Ki. A gust of wind
blew him back a few paces but he found a young girl had just stopped running.
"Who are you?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I asked, did I not?"
"Did you? For all I heard was 'Blah blah I am blind blah blah!'"
"Blind? How am I blind?!"
"EVERYONE should know who I am!"
"Then why will you not answer my question?"
"What question?"
"Who are you?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I asked, did I. . . " The girl growled. "Tell me who you are before I must resort to force!"
"Force hmm? And what, should I be intimidated little girl?"
"I am not little."
"Oh alright little girl, what ever you say."
"I AM NOT LITTLE YOU TWI--" With each word, she stepped closer to Trunks. When the were
nose to nose, she stopped in mid-word and gasped.
"Excuse me but 'twi' is not a word."
"P-p-p-prince. . . Trunks?"
"The one and only!"
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"P-p-p-prince. . . Trunks?"
"The one and only!"
Pan's mouth gaped. Her jaw seemed like it was on the ground. ":P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-prince Trunks!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh no! I-i-i called him a-a-a-a t-t-t-t-twit!
I am in deep, deep trouble now. . . :"
The Prince looked at her with an air of superiority. The wind blew his lavender hair off his
forehead and clearly revealed stunning azure eyes. He was
smirking. A smirk that said 'Haha. I win. You lose. You lose badly. Loser.' A smirk that made anyone go
ballistic and get blinded by rage. This, of course, was the
case for Pan.
"Oh shut up!"
"Hmm? I said nothing. YOU are the one who should shut up little girl. Talking to your Prince like
that!"
"Who are you, the Prince or my mother? And I already said this: I am not little."
"You are a brave little girl. Most people would have cowered before me and begged. They would
have died already though."
"Well I am not 'most people' you savage! And I am not little!"
"Now I am a savage? Before you said I was your mother and earlier you said I was the Prince.
My, my, my, you are a confusing little one."
Pan clenched her fists. "I am not little."
Trunks took notice of her fists. "Oh, would you like to hit me little one?"
"I. Am. Not. Little." Pan's teeth were clenched.
Trunks spread his arms. "Go ahead little one. Hit me."
Pan's fists were clenched so hard her nails drew tiny slivers of blood. "I. AM. NOT. LITTLE."
Trunks smirked."Come and attack little girl."
"I AM NOT LITTLE!" Trunks felt her Ki rise rapidly and felt an almost unbearable pain in his gut.
Pan's Ki fell as quickly as it rose. He looked up at her,
glaring, only to find she was laughing. Not a mean and stand-offish laugh, but a genuine, triumphant laugh.
"Thank you very much."
Trunks was astounded. "Wha-what have I done to recieve thanks for?"
"Without you, Son Pan would have never found that she could turn SSJ1."
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Chapter 1- Introductions
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Trunks was prowling the streets. The back alleys, more like. His Ki was so suppressed,
only one person --- his mate, someone he had not met yet --
could sense it.
Why all the stealth? He was hiding. Hiding from his parents which meant, well, hiding
from everybody. Why was that? Trunks was. . . a Prince. The
Prince. The Prince of Vegeta-sei, the Prince of the Saiya-jins.
Why was he, Prince of an entire planet, hiding? To get away. Away from the tortures
of the h*ll-hole he called home. From the constant nagging and
demanding of his sister. From the perpetual fighting of his parents. From the never-ending
restraints of being in the palace, being royal in the public eye.
He had had enough. This was not the first time he had run away, but it would be the first time he
would not come back, not for a long while at least. He had
planned it all beforehand, just in case.
Deep in the border forest of Chikyuu, a small town neighbouring his own, was a cave.
The cave was beautiful; inside, strange rocks on the walls
glittered like diamonds, with or without light. The secluded area outside was even more majestic.
The lush green trees were filled with delicious fruits and berries. It was so, so calm, so peaceful. A
much better change from the frantic, rushed routines at the castle.
He had food, and with the trees' bounty, he would last there for about 12 Smiling Moons,
about 1 and a half years, until the snowy years would arrive.
Trunks had finally gotten out of his city. It would be half a day until he would reach his
destination. Sighing, Trunks continued on to his journey to his
haven --- his calm, peaceful, quiet haven.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
A petite raven haired girl shot upright in bed. Her hair was limp with sweat and her
breathing was ragged. She looked out the window at the sliver of
silver that was the moon. Her door burst open suddenly and a man with the same type of a facial
features and hair colour popped into her room.
"Pan-chan, what is wrong? I felt your Ki spike up suddenly."
"Uncle Goten, nothing is wrong. I-I just had a nightmare."
"Oh. Okay then," Goten began to leave but Pan stopped him.
"Uncle. . . Why did mama or papa not come check on me?"
"They were sleeping."
"Then why were you awake?"
"I-uh. . ." Goten averted his gaze. "Midnightsnack," he hurriedly mumbled.
"Wha--oh. . . Is Grandpa with you?"
"No, he--" Goten was interrupted by the sound of someone commenting on a delicious pie
that had been placed on the counter. "Hey. . .
that was MY pie!" Goten rushed out. "G'night Panny-chan!"
Pan laughed. "Night Uncle!"
As the sound of his footsteps faded and the sound of munching began, Pan opened her
two-story window and jumped out. She landed with one hand
one the ground to keep balanced. She looked around and then closed the window by pulling a vine
that had become tangled with the handle. She then darted
toward the forest, toward the Ki that had awakened her.
Pan darted through the trees. ":That Ki is getting stronger . . . I must be getting closer. . . :"
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Trunks stopped. He was nearing his destination. The only reason he had halted was because
he sensed a Ki coming in his direction. ":It is probably
an animal. I can kill it for food! I hope it is a deer though, other animals are not quite as tasty.:" Trunks
got into a fighting stance, facing the Ki. A gust of wind
blew him back a few paces but he found a young girl had just stopped running.
"Who are you?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I asked, did I not?"
"Did you? For all I heard was 'Blah blah I am blind blah blah!'"
"Blind? How am I blind?!"
"EVERYONE should know who I am!"
"Then why will you not answer my question?"
"What question?"
"Who are you?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I asked, did I. . . " The girl growled. "Tell me who you are before I must resort to force!"
"Force hmm? And what, should I be intimidated little girl?"
"I am not little."
"Oh alright little girl, what ever you say."
"I AM NOT LITTLE YOU TWI--" With each word, she stepped closer to Trunks. When the were
nose to nose, she stopped in mid-word and gasped.
"Excuse me but 'twi' is not a word."
"P-p-p-prince. . . Trunks?"
"The one and only!"
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
"P-p-p-prince. . . Trunks?"
"The one and only!"
Pan's mouth gaped. Her jaw seemed like it was on the ground. ":P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-prince Trunks!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh no! I-i-i called him a-a-a-a t-t-t-t-twit!
I am in deep, deep trouble now. . . :"
The Prince looked at her with an air of superiority. The wind blew his lavender hair off his
forehead and clearly revealed stunning azure eyes. He was
smirking. A smirk that said 'Haha. I win. You lose. You lose badly. Loser.' A smirk that made anyone go
ballistic and get blinded by rage. This, of course, was the
case for Pan.
"Oh shut up!"
"Hmm? I said nothing. YOU are the one who should shut up little girl. Talking to your Prince like
that!"
"Who are you, the Prince or my mother? And I already said this: I am not little."
"You are a brave little girl. Most people would have cowered before me and begged. They would
have died already though."
"Well I am not 'most people' you savage! And I am not little!"
"Now I am a savage? Before you said I was your mother and earlier you said I was the Prince.
My, my, my, you are a confusing little one."
Pan clenched her fists. "I am not little."
Trunks took notice of her fists. "Oh, would you like to hit me little one?"
"I. Am. Not. Little." Pan's teeth were clenched.
Trunks spread his arms. "Go ahead little one. Hit me."
Pan's fists were clenched so hard her nails drew tiny slivers of blood. "I. AM. NOT. LITTLE."
Trunks smirked."Come and attack little girl."
"I AM NOT LITTLE!" Trunks felt her Ki rise rapidly and felt an almost unbearable pain in his gut.
Pan's Ki fell as quickly as it rose. He looked up at her,
glaring, only to find she was laughing. Not a mean and stand-offish laugh, but a genuine, triumphant laugh.
"Thank you very much."
Trunks was astounded. "Wha-what have I done to recieve thanks for?"
"Without you, Son Pan would have never found that she could turn SSJ1."
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