Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is property of Akira Toriyama, Funimation, and associates of which one I am not.
Thanks/Authors Note/Etc.: I've re-written the ending and re-titled this story, (previously titled "Supertoys Don't Last All Summer Long") which I have to say, (even though loosely based on a book I read) is the best idea I've ever had. That's much to say for my imagination, eh?
~C
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~Previous Thanks/Authors Note/Etc.: Thanks to Akira Toriyama for the wonderful "Dragonball" series; thanks to Christina Schwarz for "Drowning Ruth", which half inspired me to write this fic; thanks to whoever wrote "The Sentinel"; and Thanks to the forever young, forever talented, forever beautiful Miss Aaliyah for gracing us with her Angelic voice while she was on this Earth.
~C
***WARNING: A bit strange, that's all. Mysterious, bit confusing. MORE IN LATER CHAPTERS!
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Speak!
~A Dragonball Z Alternate Reality Fanfiction
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Part One- Drowning Pan
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Pan remembered drowning.
"That's impossible," Juunana would say. He'd sit her on his lap, and shake his head. "You must've been dreaming."
But Pan insisted on it, maintained it even after she should've known better.
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~{Juunana}~
Of course I lied to Pan. But what was I supposed to say? The truth? Impossible. She'd hate me, for the rest of my life, or more realistically, for the rest of hers. And plus, I'd made a promise with those stupid kids. One I'd have to keep for the rest of my life.
I didn't have time for Pan, anyway. All I could do was worry she didn't or would never tell her parents about what she remembered, or even the dreams she spoke so openly about to me. I almost felt...bad. She was my girlfriend...and I suppose I lov...like her alot. She, of course, still has her flaws. Like that uncanny human ability that all the Organic seem to have...trusting the wrong person. Like when she talks to me, I've wondered how come she hasn't wondered yet as to why I keep trying to divert the truth from her, shunning her from her memories instead of helping. I've even messed up at times, desperately blurting out that she should stop talking about it, then maybe it would finally go away from all of us. But it went straight over her head. She trusts me so much, it's almost, pathetic. Just like that night.
~{Trunks}~
Son Pan is possibly the best female friend I've ever had, second only in best-friend rating by Goten, who is slowly slipping from that position. He avoides me more and more, avoiding eye contact with me when we do happen upon each other. He's obiously ashamed of me. I don't blame him. I'm ashamed of me, too.
~{Goten}~
I couldn't believe what I had heard when the words had come out of Trunks' mouth. "We take this to our grave."
His face was set in stone, a look that scared me. I'd seen when Trunks' face was set in a scowl, or wicked smirk after a winning spar, that look that made you recoil and was all Vegita. But this face. He was serious and determined. He looked like his mother.
There were few times Briefs-san got really, really serious. When she really meant something, was one, and two, when she was extremely dedicated to it, that she would die for it. Like when she was working on a project in her lab. Trunks was dedicated to keeping this secret. He would die to keep it.
~{Bra}~
I'd wanted to scream. My brother, how could he? Keep it to ourselves? No, we had to say something, tell someone. Dad...or mom. If daddy couldn't make it better, mom always could. Then he started rattling out an elaborate lie, this extraordinary web of deceit. The words jumbled in my head. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. But I didn't say a thing. I just wondered.
How could Trunks say these things? His girlfriend had just died.
~{Pan}~
I know they're hiding something from me. Trunks, and Bra and Goten. They'll be talking, and when I walk into the room, silence. They're hiding things from me, about that night. If only I could remember!
I try, every day. I visit capsule corp., sometimes running into Juuhachi while there. When I do get there, though, she usually got up and left. I know her human side felt like crying, while her mechanical body prevented it. I felt like crying, too.
They tell me, kaasan and tousan and Trunks and Bra and Goten...that we were close. I wish...I wish I could remember. After all, it took me a week to remember my own family, not to mention my boyfriend. And that was only after they'd spoke to me night and day, talking of good times and such.
But she...Marron...she lies here on this bed...deep in a coma...hooked up to all sorts of wires. Her mother (who I remember only vaguely), refuses to give her up. She's refused Briefs-san's requests to take her off the life supports, unhook her from the multitude of machines she was wired to. "The machines are the only thing keeping her alive," Briefs-san had said.
I know there's a reason for all of it. There has to be. I know there's a reason...for why huge chunks of my memory are missing from my mind...about why they stop talking when I enter the room...about why this blonde haired girl lies on a bed, unconsious and brain dead, her whole life passing her by. If only they'd tell me.
At least I know there's one person I can trust, even though I can remember only few things about him. Beloved Juunana. He wouldn't lie to me.
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End Note: YOU HAVE TO REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE! AREN'T YOU EVEN THE LEAST BIT CURIOUS AS TO WHAT THE *HELL* HAPPENED? Well, ::batts lashes like an innocent angel:: then, review please.
Thanks/Authors Note/Etc.: I've re-written the ending and re-titled this story, (previously titled "Supertoys Don't Last All Summer Long") which I have to say, (even though loosely based on a book I read) is the best idea I've ever had. That's much to say for my imagination, eh?
~C
----
~Previous Thanks/Authors Note/Etc.: Thanks to Akira Toriyama for the wonderful "Dragonball" series; thanks to Christina Schwarz for "Drowning Ruth", which half inspired me to write this fic; thanks to whoever wrote "The Sentinel"; and Thanks to the forever young, forever talented, forever beautiful Miss Aaliyah for gracing us with her Angelic voice while she was on this Earth.
~C
***WARNING: A bit strange, that's all. Mysterious, bit confusing. MORE IN LATER CHAPTERS!
====================================================
Speak!
~A Dragonball Z Alternate Reality Fanfiction
====================================================
Part One- Drowning Pan
====================================================
***
Pan remembered drowning.
"That's impossible," Juunana would say. He'd sit her on his lap, and shake his head. "You must've been dreaming."
But Pan insisted on it, maintained it even after she should've known better.
***
~{Juunana}~
Of course I lied to Pan. But what was I supposed to say? The truth? Impossible. She'd hate me, for the rest of my life, or more realistically, for the rest of hers. And plus, I'd made a promise with those stupid kids. One I'd have to keep for the rest of my life.
I didn't have time for Pan, anyway. All I could do was worry she didn't or would never tell her parents about what she remembered, or even the dreams she spoke so openly about to me. I almost felt...bad. She was my girlfriend...and I suppose I lov...like her alot. She, of course, still has her flaws. Like that uncanny human ability that all the Organic seem to have...trusting the wrong person. Like when she talks to me, I've wondered how come she hasn't wondered yet as to why I keep trying to divert the truth from her, shunning her from her memories instead of helping. I've even messed up at times, desperately blurting out that she should stop talking about it, then maybe it would finally go away from all of us. But it went straight over her head. She trusts me so much, it's almost, pathetic. Just like that night.
~{Trunks}~
Son Pan is possibly the best female friend I've ever had, second only in best-friend rating by Goten, who is slowly slipping from that position. He avoides me more and more, avoiding eye contact with me when we do happen upon each other. He's obiously ashamed of me. I don't blame him. I'm ashamed of me, too.
~{Goten}~
I couldn't believe what I had heard when the words had come out of Trunks' mouth. "We take this to our grave."
His face was set in stone, a look that scared me. I'd seen when Trunks' face was set in a scowl, or wicked smirk after a winning spar, that look that made you recoil and was all Vegita. But this face. He was serious and determined. He looked like his mother.
There were few times Briefs-san got really, really serious. When she really meant something, was one, and two, when she was extremely dedicated to it, that she would die for it. Like when she was working on a project in her lab. Trunks was dedicated to keeping this secret. He would die to keep it.
~{Bra}~
I'd wanted to scream. My brother, how could he? Keep it to ourselves? No, we had to say something, tell someone. Dad...or mom. If daddy couldn't make it better, mom always could. Then he started rattling out an elaborate lie, this extraordinary web of deceit. The words jumbled in my head. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. But I didn't say a thing. I just wondered.
How could Trunks say these things? His girlfriend had just died.
~{Pan}~
I know they're hiding something from me. Trunks, and Bra and Goten. They'll be talking, and when I walk into the room, silence. They're hiding things from me, about that night. If only I could remember!
I try, every day. I visit capsule corp., sometimes running into Juuhachi while there. When I do get there, though, she usually got up and left. I know her human side felt like crying, while her mechanical body prevented it. I felt like crying, too.
They tell me, kaasan and tousan and Trunks and Bra and Goten...that we were close. I wish...I wish I could remember. After all, it took me a week to remember my own family, not to mention my boyfriend. And that was only after they'd spoke to me night and day, talking of good times and such.
But she...Marron...she lies here on this bed...deep in a coma...hooked up to all sorts of wires. Her mother (who I remember only vaguely), refuses to give her up. She's refused Briefs-san's requests to take her off the life supports, unhook her from the multitude of machines she was wired to. "The machines are the only thing keeping her alive," Briefs-san had said.
I know there's a reason for all of it. There has to be. I know there's a reason...for why huge chunks of my memory are missing from my mind...about why they stop talking when I enter the room...about why this blonde haired girl lies on a bed, unconsious and brain dead, her whole life passing her by. If only they'd tell me.
At least I know there's one person I can trust, even though I can remember only few things about him. Beloved Juunana. He wouldn't lie to me.
***
End Note: YOU HAVE TO REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE! AREN'T YOU EVEN THE LEAST BIT CURIOUS AS TO WHAT THE *HELL* HAPPENED? Well, ::batts lashes like an innocent angel:: then, review please.