Indigo Eyes, Part I When I wrote "His Circle and Hers Meet", I didn't have a name for it, and even had to wait to post it while I pondered one for it (I like to have a good name for my fics, ones that make one curious and interested). Then I listened to an old CD, called Love Hysteria, by Peter Murphy. The song title "His Circle and Hers Meet" struck me more than the lyrics, though the lyrics did seem to fit as well. I knew I wanted to do a Trunks/Pan fic too, and decided to call it after another song, "Indigo Eyes". This fic was written during a painful time for me, which may explain why it turned out like it has. The main thing I want to say is that I know the song lyrics at the end will make very little sense in reference to the fic. You have to hear the song to kind of understand why they are connected- it's the FEEL of the song, more than the story, that these two works have in common, though there is some common ground, like the sad search for happiness that ends well, and of course, Trunks blue eyes! Now, if I haven't baffled you too much with my deep philosophical discussion, I hope you like this latest effort of mine! This is a continuation of "His Circle and Hers Meet", but also stands alone. You can re-read "Circle", but it doesn't really have much to do with this one, other than Bra and Goten are engaged. KamiSama

Trunks sat on the couch, and pondered the fates that had brought his sister and his best friend together. He was happy for them, but still a little stunned by it all. And if he was stunned, his father was steaming, though he'd tried to understand. Vegeta would never recover from the idea of his blood and Goku's mixing, but that was as maybe. Vegeta and Trunks did want Bra to be happy, and Goten made her very happy.
Now, his parents were eyeing him, wondering why he hadn't been the first to find love. Bra was half his age, and set to get married soon; he felt like an old uncle now. But there wasn't anyone he wanted. Every woman he saw was missing something, something he couldn't define. But without it, he couldn't be happy, and so he broke off his relationships, one after another.
He sighed, and then jumped when the doorbell rang. He felt for Chi, and realized that it was Pan. He smiled wanly as he opened the door, and was surprised to see that she looked like he felt; depressed.
"Hey, Panny, what's up?" He said. She looked at her feet, and sighed.
"Hi, Trunks. Not much. Is Bra here?" He shook his head.
"Nope. She and Mom are out getting wedding stuff." He said. She grimaced.
"I see." She looked up at him and they stared at each other for a moment.
"Um, come in, Pan. You want to talk?" Trunks said gently. She nodded, and stepped inside.
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"So, what's wrong? Wait, I know. You miss Bra. I know, I miss Goten, but they are so busy with each other or this wedding, they don't have time for us!" Trunks said. Pan grinned a quicksilver smile of agreement, which disappeared almost instantly. They sipped the cocoa Trunks had made, which was a specialty of his: he dosed it with butterscotch schnapps, which made it rich and soothing too. Pan was relaxing a little, and smiling now and then at least.
"Yeah, I mean, I'm happy for them, but come on! What about their friends? Don't we mean anything anymore?" She grumped. Trunks shrugged; he'd wondered the same thing himself. But to be fair, he had never been in love, and could guess that no one was as satisfying to them as each other right now. Pan slumped in her chair, one leg over the arm like always. She was such a tomboy.
"Trunks? Why haven't you got a girlfriend?" She said suddenly, her words so fast she nearly stumbled on them. She promptly blushed and looked deep into her cocoa. Trunks stared at her, and wondered at her question, and decided to try to answer truthfully, rather than with a smartass remark.
"Well, I haven't found the woman with that... something I'm looking for. I can't describe it, but I'll know it if I find it in someone. So, I keep looking. I wonder if I'll ever find her... the ONE, I mean." He said, and sipped his own drink. Pan nodded and they sat quietly for a while.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I can't even name what I want in someone, but I'm hoping I find it one day. I know he will have indigo eyes... I like blue eyes... " She said thoughtfully. She hummed some music, and Trunks concentrated, wondering what song it was. He didn't think he knew it. She stopped humming and smiled at him "Hey, this is nice! You aren't treating me like I'm a kid right now. I mean, I've grown up a little since Grandpa died." She said. She looked out the window. "No one seems to want me to grow up though. I'm still Daddy's little girl, Grandma's baby. But I don't feel young anymore, Trunks. I want to run away sometimes, and leave all this behind." She sounded so sad, and Trunks wondered at it. She was so young still, despite her words; she would be a senior in high school soon. No wait, she'd taken the Graduate test, and was now employed at an old style teashop.
"I know, I have the opposite problem. I feel much younger than my years, and am being treated like an old man. I need a vacation too." She smiled, seeming to understand. He remembered her as a child, trailing after Goten and himself, a little tough girl, winning the children's rounds of the Tenka'ichi Budokai. She was special, and he knew it, but was surprised that no one else seemed to see it. Then he had an idea.
"Hey, I know! Lets go on a trip, get away! The wedding isn't for a while, and I can leave the company for a while. I need it, and I think you do too. What do you say? It will be like old times, we can go anywhere we want." He said. Pan smiled brilliantly, and then shook her head.
"I can't, I don't have enough money... " Trunks looked affronted.
"Pan! Come on, I don't want to hear about that! I'm offering this as a friend, and I don't mind if you have no money! I want to go, and I want you to come. If you don't come, I'm not going either." He looked stubborn, his face exactly like his fathers at that moment. Pan sighed. She wanted to go, but didn't want to owe him for this trip. But she wanted him to go, and knew that he wouldn't if she didn't go too.
"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to be a burden... " Trunks smiled.
"Panny-chan, forget it! I offered, and I'm treating you. Now, where shall we go?" **********
A few days later, Trunks was waiting for Pan at the airport. She showed up, panting slightly as she lugged her suitcases.
"Man, Dad was nervous. Chi-Chi convinced him that we're eloping!" She laughed. Trunks laughed too, although a little nervously. Gohan could kick him around quite easily, and he didn't need an angry half-Saiyan father looking for him with the wrong ideas in his head.
"Well, we are only going to Hong Kong and Australia. Not your normal romantic getaway places." He pointed out.
"Ahhh, but I didn't tell him where we are going, because I overheard Chi-Chi saying she wants him to check in on me. I told him Spain and France." She said her smile wicked. Trunks laughed at that.
"I didn't tell Mom either. She can find out easily enough by checking the plane though... " He said. " But, we can capsulize our stuff and fly direct to Australia if we want to shake them. Well, lets go." They boarded the plane, and set off for Hong Kong.
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They loved the cluttered streets, and the language, so similar yet so different. They ate the scariest things they could find, and bought trinkets and Cantonese clothes. Pan was wearing a red silk sleeveless dress, her hair styled into a small bun like Chi-Chi's used to be, with the long locks in front of her ears; Trunks wore the traditional clothes as well; he looked like he was wearing black silk pajamas. They didn't really blend in though; their good looks and Trunks' lavender hair set them out. But they were treated kindly, and were shown many odd shops with the neatest things. They finally set out for the hotel, and ate dinner there.
"Wow, this is so great! I love it here. I want to go see some of the Buddhist temples tomorrow, Ok?" Pan asked. Trunks nodded his agreement to this.
"Sounds relaxing. And I want to check out some of the Martial Arts schools around here too." He added. They finished dinner and went upstairs. They shared a suite of two adjoined rooms with a shared balcony, and went outside to sit and watch the sunset. Pan sighed happily, and Trunks smiled, glad he had helped his friend to relax.
"Ah, I feel so bad, lying to Dad, but I needed to get away so bad. Thanks, Trunks. I really appreciate this." She said. He nodded, and they sat for a while. Then he stood and said he wanted a shower. They said goodnight.
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The next day was just as interesting and fun. The temples were beautiful, and the schools were interesting, very willing to show them how their students were progressing. Trunks was impressed, and even learned some new moves. Pan loved Hong Kong, and was tempted to try to get him to stay for the whole trip, but remembered that Bulma could find out where they were, and didn't want her father to find them either. She reluctantly mentioned her concern to Trunks, and he agreed to pack their stuff for their departure to Australia.
After they got their things packed and capsulized, they took a bus to the outskirts of the city so no one would see them flying, and headed out.
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"Gohan, dear, did Bulma know where they really went?" Chi-Chi asked. Gohan sighed. They had been surprised to find out that Trunks and Pan had changed plans, but Bulma had found out where the private plane had gone with one phone call.
"Yes, kaasan. They flew to Hong Kong. I even have a number for the hotel, Capsule Corp has a suite reserved there." He held out the number, and his mother grabbed it, and was dialing the phone instantly. She was worried about her Granddaughter, and didn't bother to hide it. The fact that Pan had lied about going to Spain was very disturbing to Chi-Chi, who never thought about the fact that the girl had emphasized her wish to get away from everything. This probably had meant her overprotective family, Gohan realized. Her face got more anxious when there was no answer at the proffered number.
"Gohan! Are you sure this is the right number?"
"Mom, she is probably out sight seeing. Relax, Trunks is capable of protecting her." He said.
"Oh, and who'll protect her from Trunks?" She snapped. Gohan blinked at this. He had entertained the thought that there was something else to this trip, but he trusted both Trunks and his daughter. Still, he planned on calling back later, just in case. Scowling at the nameless fears his mother had dredged up in him, he went back to helping Videl with dinner.
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Trunks saw the happiness in Pans face as she enjoyed the freedom of their flight and decided to make a side trip. He yelled to her to wait, and they hung in the sky. "Hey, look at that little island. Lets stop and swim, rest a little. I'm kinda hungry too. What do you say?" Pan shrugged.
"Sure. Why not, I'm hungry too." They dropped down to the pure white sand and took off their shoes, then striped down to their underwear, too eager to get out their clothes and into the warm water. Neither of them noticed the oddness of their behavior as they dove into the ocean and played in the water. They saw who could hold their breath the longest, (Trunks won that one) and who could catch the biggest fish, (Pan brought in a huge fish that they couldn't even identify) and then flopped on the shore, spent but happy.
Trunks sighed and looked over at Pan, and suddenly noticed that her bra and panties were nearly see-through in their wet state. He blushed as he saw her slim body clearly, and felt his body react as well. He jumped up and made an excuse to go into the brush for fruit. Pan watched him, puzzled. He seemed embarrassed... 'Trunks, this is PAN, forget the lewd thoughts!' He growled to himself, but he still saw her pert little breasts and...
"Man, go away!" He snapped to her image in his head. He punched a tree, which fell with a crash. Pan rushed up, her clothes mostly dry, and less revealing. He smiled broadly, and pointed to the dates at the top of the tree, now on the ground.
"See! Dates, they're supposed to be delicious. Want to try 'em?" He asked brightly. Pan looked at him.
"I thought something was wrong. You seemed angry... You Ok?" She said. He relaxed a little, and nodded.
"I'm fine. Just letting off some steam. Sorry to worry you." He said sincerely. She smiled once more, and went to gather some of the dates. He took a deep breath and forced himself to forget what he'd seen.
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"Videl! I'm going to Capsule Corp!" Gohan hollered to his wife. She dashed out of the house, and waved something at him. It turned out to be her apron, but it had worked; he'd been distracted by it, and had to wait for her now.
"Videl, I thought you had a note from Pan or something! What is it?" He growled at her, eyes blazing. He'd tried the hotel again. And again and again, but no one answered. Finally he called the front desk, only to be told that the young couple had checked out yesterday!
Now, after calling all the airlines, he knew that they hadn't flown in a commercial plane, but Bulma would be able to find out if they went on the CC private jet. He intended to find them, no matter what it took. His mother's side was showing now, and Videl could see Chi-Chi's anger in him, so unlike Gohan's father had been. "I want you to not blame Bulma for this, that's all. Trunks is an adult, and I hate to point out, so is Pan... " Her eyes grew wet as she spoke, and Gohan felt her tears burn his heart. She was right, but still, adult or not, Pan could be in danger, and she'd lied to them, which wasn't like her. Something was wrong here, and Gohan wanted to know what it was.
"Videl, I'm not mad at Bulma. She doesn't control Trunks, and I know she did her best to raise him right. But, he is out there, who knows where, with OUR DAUGHTER! Now, I'm going to find them, even if I have to yell at Vegeta to do it! I'll see you soon." He leaned down to her and kissed her cheek, and took off. Videl waved sadly, but she knew somehow that this was the end of their happy little family.
Videl had been worried about her child for a while now. Pan was still very depressed over Goku's death, and tried to hide it. She hid everything she felt, and she always had. Oh, she yelled and got angry easy enough, but her deep emotions were secret. No one really knew Pan, not even her parents, and certainly not her grandma Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi thought Pan was still six years old. She refused to allow the girl to become a woman.
But then, maybe it was too late for that. Maybe Pan had become a woman already, far from home...
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Pan was wearing the red silk dress again, and sat in front of the capsule hut Trunks had opened. It looked just like Master Roshi's place; only it was soft blue and didn't have "Kame" painted on it. Trunks was still inside, which annoyed Pan as she watched the sunset. Such beauty should be shared, so she walked inside, looking for him. He was upstairs; she could hear the shower running...
"Still? Man, what a neurotic!" She went up and knocked on the door, but he was listening to his waterproof CD player, and couldn't hear her. Pan was worried about him, and chewed her lip as she wondered if she should go in.
Trunks bumped the glass door with his elbow, making it rattle and then swing open. He cursed and tried to get it to close, but it stubbornly hung open. He stepped out, dripping on the tiles, and wrestled with the thing, growling and hampered by the cord of his headphones.
His curses and the sounds of some kind of trouble made Pan open the door. She froze at the sight of a wet, naked Trunks standing there, tugging on the shower door, bright yellow headphones on his head. She felt her jaw drop as her face went red, but he didn't notice her. She couldn't move, she just looked him over, feeling all flushed and tingly at the sight of his magnificent body. She never thought men could be beautiful, but Trunks was definitely beautiful naked. Then he looked up and saw her standing there. The cutest blush rose over his cheeks and he yelped as he jumped into the shower. This didn't help him much, as the door wouldn't close, and his towel was across the room.
"Pan! Go away! Chikuso, what's wrong with you!" He yelled. Pan turned to go, and then realized something.
She didn't want to go. She wanted to get in the shower with him, and touch all that golden skin. She hesitated, while Trunks tried to hide behind her. She felt that fate had pulled them together here, in a place where no one could come in and ruin her chance to tell him about her feelings.
"Trunks, I... " She started. Her hesitant voice made him feel bad about his screaming at her.
"Pan, its ok, but please, I can't even get the towel! I'm sorry I yelled, but... um, what are you doing?" He asked, eyes widening as she began to unbutton her dress. Now his jaw dropped as Pan slowly let her clothes fall to the floor around her ankles. She turned to face him, face pink, her hands clenched at her sides to keep from covering herself in her attempt to be bold and fearlessly go for her hearts desire. She was even more beautiful naked than she'd been in her wet underwear, but Trunks was not going to disgrace himself or her like this.
"Pan, what are you doing? You have to go, I... " Trunks stammered, turning sort of sideways to hide himself from her. Pan stopped, her eyes showing her fear of not being beautiful to him, a fear she'd held secret for a long time.
"Trunks, what's wrong? Am I ugly? I know I'm not all big busted like the other girls you've... " Trunks shook his head as he understood she'd mistaken what he'd meant. He stared at the floor, not looking at her nakedness.
"Pan, no, that's not it! You are very beautiful, but... Your dad would kill me if could see this, hell, MY dad would kill me. I can't take advantage of you like this." He heard her hesitant steps as she drew closer, and then sucked his breath between his teeth as he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Trunks, I have always wanted this, you know. I have always loved you. Always. Grandpa knew, and he said, 'Trunks is a good guy, but he won't see you like a woman until he becomes a man,' I think I know what he meant now. Now look at me." Slowly, Trunks lifted his head, and leaned against the cold tiles of the wall as he let himself look at her. Pan was only eighteen, but she was a woman inside her young body. She smiled at him, hiding her nervousness, and stepped into the spray, coming closer. Trunks found it even harder to look away from her body when it was wet, rivulets of water running down her skin. She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. Trunks couldn't stand it anymore; he had to touch her. All thought was gone with one kiss...
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"Gohan, I'm sorry, but they didn't take the jet. I think they flew on their own, and I have no idea of where they went. They said nothing to the hotel manager, and no one remembers seeing them get into a cab." Bulma looked worried, and with good reason. Even if she couldn't sense Chi, she could tell that Gohan was furious and potentially dangerous. He was holding his temper with great effort, and she knew how patient he usually was. To see him so upset was disturbing to say the least. "Mom thinks they eloped." He said flatly. Vegeta growled behind Bulma.
"No way. Trunks wouldn't dare. He isn't like that, impulsive. He's too wrapped up in the business." The Prince snorted, dismissing the possibility of their children being attracted to each other. Gohan took a deep shaky breath.
"Vegeta, Bulma, surely you know that Pan has had a crush on Trunks for years. Videl thinks Pan really loves him, but who knows? She's so secretive, and if Trunks cares about her too... It wouldn't be the first time parents were the last to know about such things." Gohan said gently, despite his concern. Bulma frowned and then snapped her fingers.
"I know! Wait a moment." She dashed to the lab. Vegeta closed his eyes in concentration, but knew that Gohan could feel Chi almost as well as he could; if he could have found them, he would have. Sure enough, he couldn't sense them. Damn that Kakarrot for dying, he could have felt them using the Genki Dama's Chi gathering technique. He'd shown Vegeta how he did it, finding the Prince with ease every time he hid from the Baka to test the technique. It would certainly be useful now.
"Vegeta, I know this isn't you or Bulma's fault. I should never have let her go... " Gohan said. Vegeta looked up at the younger Saiyan and sneered.
"Listen up Brat! If they did run off to be together, we would have to accept it, you do realize that? I know Trunks like the back of my hand, and if he has decided on your girl, then that's it. He'll never give up on her, and he might just take off in one of the old Capsule Corp spaceships to be with her if we protest about their getting together. I wouldn't even try to search space for them if they did, it would be futile. And running away is the least of my worries about them... " Vegeta left the most horrible possibility unsaid, but Gohan knew it. He looked back into Vegeta's black eyes, and saw that the Price was worried as well, but was not intending to run off and search blindly for them. Gohan realized that he'd have to go to Hong Kong alone, and search by himself if he wanted to find them. A surge of irrational resentment washed over him.
"What if she doesn't want him, Vegeta? What if she is unwillingly involved in this?" Gohan said angrily, and then felt real fear when he saw Vegeta's face. He'd never seen the Prince this mad, not even at "Kakarrot" during that first fight, all those years ago.
"You dare to tell me you believe my son kidnapped your brat? You think Trunks is holding her against her will? My son is not a rapist, you little... " His voice was a low hiss, far more menacing than his shouts of anger had ever been. His Chi flared up, making the whole building tremble. Gohan backed away from him, and then let his fear for his daughter show on his face.
"Gomen, please Vegeta, I didn't mean to imply that Trunks would ever hurt Pan... " His voice broke as he raised a hand to his face. This was ridiculous! Pan had only been gone three days, and he was falling apart! Vegeta ground his teeth together, and sought for some patience. He reluctantly rested his hand on the younger Saiyans shoulder.
"No, Gohan, I'm sorry as well. I'm as shocked as you are about all this. I'll go with you, and help you search for them. Now calm down. We'll find them, I'm sure of it." Gohan nodded and tried to get under control before Bulma returned, sure that she'd yell at Vegeta about his being upset. He didn't want to hear it, and felt he owed Vegeta that much for his shameful words.
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