Authors Note:
Dear Readers, Not too long ago, I went on a trip to Japan organized by my school. Mostly, the trip was wonderful, and I will remember it forever. However, some of the events of the last four days of it left me sad, confused and love- struck. It had been two weeks and six days since the most incredible night of my life, and I was tired of hanging onto the past. I wanted to move on. I had been reading Trunks/Pan fanfiction all afternoon, which hadn't helped my depression any. But then, I'm not sure why, I opened MSWord and just started typing, you know? I wrote everything that had happened to me, everything I felt. As I wrote, I changed the names. I became Pan, the guy in question was Trunks, and my bestfriend, whom I actually met on the plane over, was Bra. During the course of the story, I added certain elements, just as I have omitted some details that actually took place. Despite this, the story remains a surprisingly accurate account of that week. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. Writing it has been the greatest therapy I could have ever done. I no longer dream of what may have been, and I have accepted things as they now are. As you may have guessed, my story did not end happily. For me, the last chapter of this fic never happened, and was written from imagination (dreams?) entirely. (Although I did sing the song!) Thank you for reading this long letter; I hope this has given you a deeper understanding of my story. May your dreams come true, and your heart never break. Forever Yours, Eternal Star.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the characters from DB/Z/GT. Nor do I own Grape Fanta, Final Fantasy IX, the song "Melodies of Life", Pokemon, Sailormoon, Captain Planet shudder or anything else copyrighted that I may have mentioned. This goes for the whole story, K?
If Only.
Pan stared unhappily out her window. She just couldn't work out where it had all gone wrong. Her life had finally seemed perfect. And then it all came crashing down, and she didn't even want to try to pick up the pieces. It had all started barely a week ago.
"Pan, hurry up. You're going to be late!" Videl called up the stairs for the hundredth time. "I'm coming, just a second!" Pan called back, also for the hundredth time. Videl just rolled her eyes. She had no idea where that girl got her vanity. She certainly hadn't spent her teenage years primping in front of a mirror. Which was a little surprising considering her only role model had been her father, Satan Hercule.
Humming to herself, Pan finished fixing her hair, and grabbing her bag, she took on last look at her room. "See you next week." She said casually as she strolled out the door and down the stairs.
"There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't going." Videl commented as she watched her daughter effortlessly carry a 30-kilo suitcase down the stairs and into the front hall. "Not on your life. Nothing's keeping me from this trip!" The two raven-haired women loaded the car and returned to the living room for the goodbyes. "Bye daddy. I'll miss you!" Pan said as she hugged Gohan, who was reading the paper in his favorite chair. "Yeah, sure Panny. I'll bet you won't even think about us." He said back, dryly amused. Pan considered this with her head to one side. "Hmm, yeah, you're probably right - Hey!" she said, ducking the paper Gohan flapped her way. Goten laughed at their antics from across the room. "Are we ready to go then Son Pan?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. Pan returned his look. "We sure are, Son Goten." Goten stuck his tongue out at her as he rose from the sofa. "K. We're off." "Bye mom. I'll bring ya back something." Pan said as she hugged her mom goodbye. "See ya, bro. Bye Videl. Thanks for dinner!" Goten waved back at the couple as he made his way out of the house. The two teenagers climbed into the luggage-laden car and set off for the shinkansen terminal, having previously arranged for a friend to bring the car home from the station.
A bird landed on a tree branch just outside her window, startling Pan out of her thoughts. She watched as the tiny bird hopped down the branch to its nest and began to feed its young. Pan half-smiled at the picture-perfect image, but even that smile faded from her lips as she sank back into her memories.
"JR traveling west now departing platform 12. JR trave-" Pan didn't hear the message repeat itself in her excitement. "That's us! Lets go!!" The pleasant-looking Mrs Johnson called to the group. Pan, along with everyone else, picked up her bags and fought her way through the narrow door onto the bullet train. She was a little jittery; this was going to be her first holiday away from her parents. Pan clutched at her reserved-seat ticket her teacher had given her. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth between it and the seat numbers. Finally, she stopped her battle down the narrow alise as she found seat 7B. Somewhat clumsily, she tried to maneuver her luggage in front of her seat. She had never traveled on the bullet before and she couldn't help but feel awestruck. "Here," a girls voice said, startling her. In the seat by the window sat a girl who looked to be about Pans age with sparkling blue eyes and aqua hair. She was expertly maneuvering Pans suitcase into their row with what appeared to be no difficulty. Pan stared at the girl in shock. Noticing this, the girl said simply, "I've been on the bullet before. My names Bra. What's yours?" Pan shook the hand extended to her. "Pan. And thank-you. I've never done this before." "You're welcome." Bra replied as they both settled into their seats. "So where are you heading today?" Pan asked, keeping the conversation going. "Oh, I'm joining a trip that my sister-school organized to see the temples and shrines around Kansai." Bra replied, tucking a stray wisp of blue hair behind her ear. "No way." Pan exclaimed. "With Mrs Johnson?" "Yes. Don't tell me you are too?" "Yes!" "Cool! I was kinda nervous about coming on this trip because I don't go to Blue Star High, so I didn't know anyone." Bra finished, looking a bit shy. "Hey, I know exactly how you feel. I just started at Blue Star and I don't really know anyone, either. 'Cept for Goten here." Pan finished as Goten plonked down in the alise seat next to her. Bra looked at him expectantly. "Hi." Goten said. He had the strangest feeling he knew her from somewhere. "Good ta see Panny here's making friends." Pan rolled her eyes and turned back to Bra. "Technically, Goten's my uncle, but since he's only just older than me he's more like an older brother." Goten grinned cheekily as Pan continued. "Naturally, as such, he takes it upon himself to tease me mercilessly, just so I appreciate all my parents do for me. Namely, refrain from having more children." Bra seemed to take all this in with relative ease. "Goten, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Bra had a nagging feeling she knew this guy from somewhere, and it was getting to her. "No, I don't mind. I'm 17." Hmm. "Can I ask you a question?" Goten couldn't stand the stupid nagging feeling anymore. Bra nodded, her mind still turning over. "Is your older brother a purple-haired 18-year-old named Trunks?" Both Pan and Bra stared at Goten is shock. Pan couldn't fathom how Goten would have come up with a question like that. Bra just stared, unconnected thoughts scrambling through her mind. I never mentioned I had a brother, let alone and older one, 18 to be precise. So I certainly never mentioned an unusual hair color. Bra mentally shook herself and said, "You're Son Goten!" at the exact same time as he said, "You're Bra Briefs!" Pan just looked between the two feeling confused. They were both laughing, but had finally remembered her and took it in turns to explain why they knew each other.
Okay, I know it's short, but I'm posting the complete story at once, so don't yell at me, K? Well, what are you waiting for? Read Chapter two, pleassssse?
Dear Readers, Not too long ago, I went on a trip to Japan organized by my school. Mostly, the trip was wonderful, and I will remember it forever. However, some of the events of the last four days of it left me sad, confused and love- struck. It had been two weeks and six days since the most incredible night of my life, and I was tired of hanging onto the past. I wanted to move on. I had been reading Trunks/Pan fanfiction all afternoon, which hadn't helped my depression any. But then, I'm not sure why, I opened MSWord and just started typing, you know? I wrote everything that had happened to me, everything I felt. As I wrote, I changed the names. I became Pan, the guy in question was Trunks, and my bestfriend, whom I actually met on the plane over, was Bra. During the course of the story, I added certain elements, just as I have omitted some details that actually took place. Despite this, the story remains a surprisingly accurate account of that week. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. Writing it has been the greatest therapy I could have ever done. I no longer dream of what may have been, and I have accepted things as they now are. As you may have guessed, my story did not end happily. For me, the last chapter of this fic never happened, and was written from imagination (dreams?) entirely. (Although I did sing the song!) Thank you for reading this long letter; I hope this has given you a deeper understanding of my story. May your dreams come true, and your heart never break. Forever Yours, Eternal Star.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the characters from DB/Z/GT. Nor do I own Grape Fanta, Final Fantasy IX, the song "Melodies of Life", Pokemon, Sailormoon, Captain Planet shudder or anything else copyrighted that I may have mentioned. This goes for the whole story, K?
If Only.
Pan stared unhappily out her window. She just couldn't work out where it had all gone wrong. Her life had finally seemed perfect. And then it all came crashing down, and she didn't even want to try to pick up the pieces. It had all started barely a week ago.
"Pan, hurry up. You're going to be late!" Videl called up the stairs for the hundredth time. "I'm coming, just a second!" Pan called back, also for the hundredth time. Videl just rolled her eyes. She had no idea where that girl got her vanity. She certainly hadn't spent her teenage years primping in front of a mirror. Which was a little surprising considering her only role model had been her father, Satan Hercule.
Humming to herself, Pan finished fixing her hair, and grabbing her bag, she took on last look at her room. "See you next week." She said casually as she strolled out the door and down the stairs.
"There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't going." Videl commented as she watched her daughter effortlessly carry a 30-kilo suitcase down the stairs and into the front hall. "Not on your life. Nothing's keeping me from this trip!" The two raven-haired women loaded the car and returned to the living room for the goodbyes. "Bye daddy. I'll miss you!" Pan said as she hugged Gohan, who was reading the paper in his favorite chair. "Yeah, sure Panny. I'll bet you won't even think about us." He said back, dryly amused. Pan considered this with her head to one side. "Hmm, yeah, you're probably right - Hey!" she said, ducking the paper Gohan flapped her way. Goten laughed at their antics from across the room. "Are we ready to go then Son Pan?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. Pan returned his look. "We sure are, Son Goten." Goten stuck his tongue out at her as he rose from the sofa. "K. We're off." "Bye mom. I'll bring ya back something." Pan said as she hugged her mom goodbye. "See ya, bro. Bye Videl. Thanks for dinner!" Goten waved back at the couple as he made his way out of the house. The two teenagers climbed into the luggage-laden car and set off for the shinkansen terminal, having previously arranged for a friend to bring the car home from the station.
A bird landed on a tree branch just outside her window, startling Pan out of her thoughts. She watched as the tiny bird hopped down the branch to its nest and began to feed its young. Pan half-smiled at the picture-perfect image, but even that smile faded from her lips as she sank back into her memories.
"JR traveling west now departing platform 12. JR trave-" Pan didn't hear the message repeat itself in her excitement. "That's us! Lets go!!" The pleasant-looking Mrs Johnson called to the group. Pan, along with everyone else, picked up her bags and fought her way through the narrow door onto the bullet train. She was a little jittery; this was going to be her first holiday away from her parents. Pan clutched at her reserved-seat ticket her teacher had given her. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth between it and the seat numbers. Finally, she stopped her battle down the narrow alise as she found seat 7B. Somewhat clumsily, she tried to maneuver her luggage in front of her seat. She had never traveled on the bullet before and she couldn't help but feel awestruck. "Here," a girls voice said, startling her. In the seat by the window sat a girl who looked to be about Pans age with sparkling blue eyes and aqua hair. She was expertly maneuvering Pans suitcase into their row with what appeared to be no difficulty. Pan stared at the girl in shock. Noticing this, the girl said simply, "I've been on the bullet before. My names Bra. What's yours?" Pan shook the hand extended to her. "Pan. And thank-you. I've never done this before." "You're welcome." Bra replied as they both settled into their seats. "So where are you heading today?" Pan asked, keeping the conversation going. "Oh, I'm joining a trip that my sister-school organized to see the temples and shrines around Kansai." Bra replied, tucking a stray wisp of blue hair behind her ear. "No way." Pan exclaimed. "With Mrs Johnson?" "Yes. Don't tell me you are too?" "Yes!" "Cool! I was kinda nervous about coming on this trip because I don't go to Blue Star High, so I didn't know anyone." Bra finished, looking a bit shy. "Hey, I know exactly how you feel. I just started at Blue Star and I don't really know anyone, either. 'Cept for Goten here." Pan finished as Goten plonked down in the alise seat next to her. Bra looked at him expectantly. "Hi." Goten said. He had the strangest feeling he knew her from somewhere. "Good ta see Panny here's making friends." Pan rolled her eyes and turned back to Bra. "Technically, Goten's my uncle, but since he's only just older than me he's more like an older brother." Goten grinned cheekily as Pan continued. "Naturally, as such, he takes it upon himself to tease me mercilessly, just so I appreciate all my parents do for me. Namely, refrain from having more children." Bra seemed to take all this in with relative ease. "Goten, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Bra had a nagging feeling she knew this guy from somewhere, and it was getting to her. "No, I don't mind. I'm 17." Hmm. "Can I ask you a question?" Goten couldn't stand the stupid nagging feeling anymore. Bra nodded, her mind still turning over. "Is your older brother a purple-haired 18-year-old named Trunks?" Both Pan and Bra stared at Goten is shock. Pan couldn't fathom how Goten would have come up with a question like that. Bra just stared, unconnected thoughts scrambling through her mind. I never mentioned I had a brother, let alone and older one, 18 to be precise. So I certainly never mentioned an unusual hair color. Bra mentally shook herself and said, "You're Son Goten!" at the exact same time as he said, "You're Bra Briefs!" Pan just looked between the two feeling confused. They were both laughing, but had finally remembered her and took it in turns to explain why they knew each other.
Okay, I know it's short, but I'm posting the complete story at once, so don't yell at me, K? Well, what are you waiting for? Read Chapter two, pleassssse?