Now and Forever
By: Panny-Plan
Summary: Ok, I thought I'd write a T/P story. I know, different from my G/V's but I think it's going to be good. But if I don't get reviews, I'm deleting it! Yes! I'm deleteing it! Any how...
Pan would have never know, never imagened how her life would have felt, or been differently, until now. SOmething inside of her changes, and gorws up.
Trunks, at age only 27, already the president of Capsel Corps, working a steady schedual, maintaining a regular , or almost regular life. But he's all alone.
They both want to be with somebody, both want to be cared for and held. Do they turn to each other?
Rating: R (maybe for now, i dunno...)
Chapter 1
A/N: Ok, I wanted to write a T/P story so bad! Please review or else I will delete it! I need to know what I can do to it to make it better! It's not my first fic of them, but it's the only one I think that could actually get some reviews. PLEASE?
*****Chapter 1 begins now!
That's how it pretty much was. She had turned thirteen two days ago, which would mean this party wouldn't be much of a "Surprise Party' anymore.
Trunks sat at his dest, his glasses sliding to the rim of his nose. He sighed deaply, glancing over at the clock sitting on the mantel. The office wasn't small and cozy, it was large and cold. Being late August, and being one of the hottest days of the year, he sat, stiff frozen in his chair.
Every day he took the same rutine. Get up, break alarm clock, eat breakfast, come to work, daze away for nine hours doing nothing but paper work, eat lunch, more paper work, go home, eat dinner, fix alarm clock, shower and bed. He found it tiring just to think about how much stuff he really did in a day.
He envied the men at work, who were happily married to a woman they loved, beautiful children. He wanted a girl that he loved to stop by at one to bring him his lunch. But then again, he wasn't every man. He was Trunks Breifs. No, The Trunks Breifs.
Pictures flooded his desk along with the papers folded and scattered in every direction. Pictures of Goten, Bra, Marron, Uub, Goku, everyone, and a few other girls he had once dated, and thought their picture was much to pretty to throw away. And plus, it reminded him when he had the chance to hold somebody. To love. To be loved. That's all he wanted.
But after years of exploring this world and others, Trunks finally came to the bitter truth. He was ment to be alone. He was ment to have no wife, no heirs, no nothing. No love. He sighed again, this time, acctually bothering to read the time on the clock. 4:55. Her party. It was at five.
Trunks stood up, and grabbed the jacket to his suit. But it was to far to drive. He would have to fly. He looked down at his suit. It was his favorite, the main reason he wore it today. He wouldn't wear a black suit to her party. She hated black. She loved bright colors.
His shirt was a pale green, a dark green tie with matching pants and jacket. The shoes were black ofcourse. He didn't own green shoes. He didn't want to mess up his outfit, or his hair. Trunks gazed at his reflection in the mirror and chuckled.
*When did you become such a prep, Trunks?* He shook his head, still grinning. He tucked his larvendar hair behind his ear, but found nothing. He looked back into the mirror to see himself starring back, with short hair. He just laughed harder. *Why did I even let it grow out? It was so annoying always having to have it in a pony tail, or behind my ears. I don't see how girls do it.*
He picked up a pen from his desk taking a sheet of spar paper from the drawer. Scribbling a note to his assistant, who'll give it to his secretary, who will most likely send it to his mother who already knew he was leaving at five, he left out the window.
The first thought that came to Trunk's mind when he opened the window, was if he still remembered how to fly. Ever since his mother had offered him that job, he took it, trying to keep her happy. Being like Chi- Chi, she had a temper of ten Vegeta's. But he was quite fond of it now, but trying despertaly lately, to get away from it every chance he recived. He had always gone every where with class or style, being his limo, his Volvo, or his private jet plane, he went in style. He was positive he hadn't flown in two to three years.
*Dad would be disgusted,* he thought as he put a foot on the end of the frame. *I don't even think I've trained or had a spar in three years. He would be really disgusted.* He grinned trying to concentrate on his energy.
He took a big sigh, and made a giant leap in the air. His eyes were clamped tight so hard, that you'd think he was about to be killed and denying the pain.
He plummeted a few feet, but when expecting the impact for the hard cement under him to crush him. He was floating mid air, though, right next to one of his employee's offices. She stared at him for a moment, then catching her gaze, he smiled and retreated. She stood for a moment, looking out the window, then rubbed her eyes. "I need a vacation."
*
Trunks zipped through the air, like he was when he had been eight years old. *So carefree. I didn't have all these stupid thoughts of Capsel Corps and women in my head.* He shook his hair, then peered foreward. *when did I lose my innocence?*
It was true. Al Trunks had worried about then, was what he and Goten were going to do the next day, what he was going to get Bulma for mother's day, how he was going to survive the next training lesson from vegeta.
Simple stuff. Just like Bulma had told him when he was younger. He smiled at the memorie. The only thin he acctually liked to remember.
Buma's hort hair hung on her head, which was simmilar to some of the boys from Trunk's school, but he didn't care. He thought it looked good on her.
She was sitting on the side of his bed, reading him a story of Alice and Wonderland. (A/N: Yes, he did like that story, cuz I do! C'mon. he was like six...) Trunks had just turned six two weeks ago, and sat on his bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He leaned against the pillow and dashboard of the bed, looking into the pictures as his mother read it to him. WHen she had finished, she set the book down, to look at Trunks. He looked back, a small smile formin on his lips. It made her laugh. Trunks loved to make her laugh.
Actually to be accurate, he loved to make everyone laugh. Just like the Sons, he could manage to make a joke out of almost everything. Probably from spending to much time over there and with Goten.
"Don't sweat the small stuff, Trunks." SHe had told him. "Think about the big stuff. The little stuff will unfold itself. No need to worry over something that is going to figure all by itself."
He had nodded and promised never to worry about little things, like what to wear tomorrow, or to let his hair grow long or to keep it short, or to pretend to be sick and miss a day of school. He had promised. He had trusted her on her word that the small stuff figured itself out with out you.
Her house came in range now, decorated with long white covered tables loaded with food. Food. Trunk's mouth watered. He hadn't ate sense atleast one, and that was three hours ago. To a saiya-jin, if he doesn't get food every hour in the 24 hour day, he was miserable. No saiya-jin could live without atleast a three meal day.
The smell of her father's chemicals started to drift upwards toward him, as he hovered over the house. It smelled more like rotten eggs, or something that was spoild. In other words, Bulma's cooking.
He shook his head again, obviously smug with himself that he knew not to eat the food that smelled of rotten eggs. He only trusted Chi-Chi and Videl's cooking. Mainly Chi-Chi.
He lowered himself closer to the ground, the smell growing stronger, and the beeping of his watch informing him it was now 5:00 sharp. Time to get the party started.
When ever I weary from the battles that range in my head,
You make snes of madness when my sandity hangs by a thread.
I lose my way, but still you seem to understand.
Now and Forever,
I will be your man.
*****
A/N: Ok, so be honest. Did it suck? I really want to write a T/P story, and i saw a pic of them all at a party, and well, I thought of this fic and it would be perfect Please r/r! It means so much to me! Thank you! P.s. No, they won't stay so young forever. THey get older in the 3 or 4 chpt. I haven't wrote them yet so give me a break!
Luv,
Panny-Plan
By: Panny-Plan
Summary: Ok, I thought I'd write a T/P story. I know, different from my G/V's but I think it's going to be good. But if I don't get reviews, I'm deleting it! Yes! I'm deleteing it! Any how...
Pan would have never know, never imagened how her life would have felt, or been differently, until now. SOmething inside of her changes, and gorws up.
Trunks, at age only 27, already the president of Capsel Corps, working a steady schedual, maintaining a regular , or almost regular life. But he's all alone.
They both want to be with somebody, both want to be cared for and held. Do they turn to each other?
Rating: R (maybe for now, i dunno...)
Chapter 1
A/N: Ok, I wanted to write a T/P story so bad! Please review or else I will delete it! I need to know what I can do to it to make it better! It's not my first fic of them, but it's the only one I think that could actually get some reviews. PLEASE?
*****Chapter 1 begins now!
That's how it pretty much was. She had turned thirteen two days ago, which would mean this party wouldn't be much of a "Surprise Party' anymore.
Trunks sat at his dest, his glasses sliding to the rim of his nose. He sighed deaply, glancing over at the clock sitting on the mantel. The office wasn't small and cozy, it was large and cold. Being late August, and being one of the hottest days of the year, he sat, stiff frozen in his chair.
Every day he took the same rutine. Get up, break alarm clock, eat breakfast, come to work, daze away for nine hours doing nothing but paper work, eat lunch, more paper work, go home, eat dinner, fix alarm clock, shower and bed. He found it tiring just to think about how much stuff he really did in a day.
He envied the men at work, who were happily married to a woman they loved, beautiful children. He wanted a girl that he loved to stop by at one to bring him his lunch. But then again, he wasn't every man. He was Trunks Breifs. No, The Trunks Breifs.
Pictures flooded his desk along with the papers folded and scattered in every direction. Pictures of Goten, Bra, Marron, Uub, Goku, everyone, and a few other girls he had once dated, and thought their picture was much to pretty to throw away. And plus, it reminded him when he had the chance to hold somebody. To love. To be loved. That's all he wanted.
But after years of exploring this world and others, Trunks finally came to the bitter truth. He was ment to be alone. He was ment to have no wife, no heirs, no nothing. No love. He sighed again, this time, acctually bothering to read the time on the clock. 4:55. Her party. It was at five.
Trunks stood up, and grabbed the jacket to his suit. But it was to far to drive. He would have to fly. He looked down at his suit. It was his favorite, the main reason he wore it today. He wouldn't wear a black suit to her party. She hated black. She loved bright colors.
His shirt was a pale green, a dark green tie with matching pants and jacket. The shoes were black ofcourse. He didn't own green shoes. He didn't want to mess up his outfit, or his hair. Trunks gazed at his reflection in the mirror and chuckled.
*When did you become such a prep, Trunks?* He shook his head, still grinning. He tucked his larvendar hair behind his ear, but found nothing. He looked back into the mirror to see himself starring back, with short hair. He just laughed harder. *Why did I even let it grow out? It was so annoying always having to have it in a pony tail, or behind my ears. I don't see how girls do it.*
He picked up a pen from his desk taking a sheet of spar paper from the drawer. Scribbling a note to his assistant, who'll give it to his secretary, who will most likely send it to his mother who already knew he was leaving at five, he left out the window.
The first thought that came to Trunk's mind when he opened the window, was if he still remembered how to fly. Ever since his mother had offered him that job, he took it, trying to keep her happy. Being like Chi- Chi, she had a temper of ten Vegeta's. But he was quite fond of it now, but trying despertaly lately, to get away from it every chance he recived. He had always gone every where with class or style, being his limo, his Volvo, or his private jet plane, he went in style. He was positive he hadn't flown in two to three years.
*Dad would be disgusted,* he thought as he put a foot on the end of the frame. *I don't even think I've trained or had a spar in three years. He would be really disgusted.* He grinned trying to concentrate on his energy.
He took a big sigh, and made a giant leap in the air. His eyes were clamped tight so hard, that you'd think he was about to be killed and denying the pain.
He plummeted a few feet, but when expecting the impact for the hard cement under him to crush him. He was floating mid air, though, right next to one of his employee's offices. She stared at him for a moment, then catching her gaze, he smiled and retreated. She stood for a moment, looking out the window, then rubbed her eyes. "I need a vacation."
*
Trunks zipped through the air, like he was when he had been eight years old. *So carefree. I didn't have all these stupid thoughts of Capsel Corps and women in my head.* He shook his hair, then peered foreward. *when did I lose my innocence?*
It was true. Al Trunks had worried about then, was what he and Goten were going to do the next day, what he was going to get Bulma for mother's day, how he was going to survive the next training lesson from vegeta.
Simple stuff. Just like Bulma had told him when he was younger. He smiled at the memorie. The only thin he acctually liked to remember.
Buma's hort hair hung on her head, which was simmilar to some of the boys from Trunk's school, but he didn't care. He thought it looked good on her.
She was sitting on the side of his bed, reading him a story of Alice and Wonderland. (A/N: Yes, he did like that story, cuz I do! C'mon. he was like six...) Trunks had just turned six two weeks ago, and sat on his bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He leaned against the pillow and dashboard of the bed, looking into the pictures as his mother read it to him. WHen she had finished, she set the book down, to look at Trunks. He looked back, a small smile formin on his lips. It made her laugh. Trunks loved to make her laugh.
Actually to be accurate, he loved to make everyone laugh. Just like the Sons, he could manage to make a joke out of almost everything. Probably from spending to much time over there and with Goten.
"Don't sweat the small stuff, Trunks." SHe had told him. "Think about the big stuff. The little stuff will unfold itself. No need to worry over something that is going to figure all by itself."
He had nodded and promised never to worry about little things, like what to wear tomorrow, or to let his hair grow long or to keep it short, or to pretend to be sick and miss a day of school. He had promised. He had trusted her on her word that the small stuff figured itself out with out you.
Her house came in range now, decorated with long white covered tables loaded with food. Food. Trunk's mouth watered. He hadn't ate sense atleast one, and that was three hours ago. To a saiya-jin, if he doesn't get food every hour in the 24 hour day, he was miserable. No saiya-jin could live without atleast a three meal day.
The smell of her father's chemicals started to drift upwards toward him, as he hovered over the house. It smelled more like rotten eggs, or something that was spoild. In other words, Bulma's cooking.
He shook his head again, obviously smug with himself that he knew not to eat the food that smelled of rotten eggs. He only trusted Chi-Chi and Videl's cooking. Mainly Chi-Chi.
He lowered himself closer to the ground, the smell growing stronger, and the beeping of his watch informing him it was now 5:00 sharp. Time to get the party started.
When ever I weary from the battles that range in my head,
You make snes of madness when my sandity hangs by a thread.
I lose my way, but still you seem to understand.
Now and Forever,
I will be your man.
*****
A/N: Ok, so be honest. Did it suck? I really want to write a T/P story, and i saw a pic of them all at a party, and well, I thought of this fic and it would be perfect Please r/r! It means so much to me! Thank you! P.s. No, they won't stay so young forever. THey get older in the 3 or 4 chpt. I haven't wrote them yet so give me a break!
Luv,
Panny-Plan