Brief Summary:
Pan and Trunks got married two months previously. Pan is now having second thoughts and I'll explain the voice-recorder thing in later chapters… IF YOU REVIEW!!!
Btw, my e-mail is jenniebeany@hotmail.com - send me suggestions of couples, scenes, *anything* – just put in the subject bar thing: Suggestions.
Thankies!
This is a weird one from the POV of a little lady with raven hair…
"There are some things that one cannot explain. Like the attraction of one to another; of groups to groups; of insects to flowers. You think you know, but you don't. Science proves nothing. Reality is just a dream, and pretty soon we'll all wake up. Only the less than reassuring fact that – well – shit happens, is known to us. The falling apart of these relationships is foreseen by all, but sometimes never happens. Why? No one knows. But, for those few who do survive arguments and the like, "congratulations". It wasn't worth it, it never will be. You think you found your soul mate, but you never will. You think you found the partner of your life, but they are sleeping with others behind your back. You want to be happy, have children, enjoy life, but you can't. And you never will. But I think I've found someone – someone who understands the pain and the wretchedness I go through. I won't be satisfied with him, like he is with me. Sooner or later we'll drift apart and fade away, like most things do. Most things. What the hell is that supposed to me? Who knows…? Who cares…? I don't."
"Pan!"
"Coming, Trunks…" *what an idiot* "Here ends another chapter…" Pan said, somewhat deflated. She clicked off her voice-recorder and slipped on a tight t-shirt and some short-shorts. "Moron…"
"Pan!" Trunks seemed almost desperate now.
"Coming!!!" *I'm going to kill him one day… one day*
"Alright, just hurry, Sweetie." *Urgh… 'Sweetie' – what the hell kind of name is that? Pathetic. He thinks I'm all 'His'. 'His to own'. Forever. Forever…*
Trunks walks into the room and grabs her left hand, accidentally pulling off the rings on her ring finger. "Damn. Come on, Pan."
"Let go of me and give me back the rings."
-~~***~~-
Elsewhere
-~~***~~-
"They're not meant to be. You just wait, Mr Popo."
"Yes, Dende, I believe you." *Mindless arsehole… Arrogant power-hungry git.* Mr Popo thought.
Dende smirked.
-~~***~~-
Back to the happy couple…
-~~***~~-
"So, where to tonight?" Pan asked, not even remotely interested.
"I don't know… somewhere romantic." Trunks replied, almost bubbling with excitement. (AN/ Urgh…)
"Fine."
"What?"
"What do you mean 'What?', Trunks?"
"What's bothering you? You seem preoccupied…" He continued walking down the street with his hands in his pockets, not at all where they should be. He had foreseen walking down boulevards holding hands with Pan, his wife. His only. His one, true love. At the thought of being together for all eternity, his eyes started shimmering. (A/N: you know, in that "bishounen" sort of way? Never mind…..)
"Hey, dopey! Snap out of it." Pan shouted. Trunks hadn't noticed her squeezing his shoulders.
"Feh. Let's just go."
*It's going to be a long night with that mop-headed idiot…*
(A/N: So – what do you think? Please, r/r. Should I do another chapter?)
Pan and Trunks got married two months previously. Pan is now having second thoughts and I'll explain the voice-recorder thing in later chapters… IF YOU REVIEW!!!
Btw, my e-mail is jenniebeany@hotmail.com - send me suggestions of couples, scenes, *anything* – just put in the subject bar thing: Suggestions.
Thankies!
This is a weird one from the POV of a little lady with raven hair…
"There are some things that one cannot explain. Like the attraction of one to another; of groups to groups; of insects to flowers. You think you know, but you don't. Science proves nothing. Reality is just a dream, and pretty soon we'll all wake up. Only the less than reassuring fact that – well – shit happens, is known to us. The falling apart of these relationships is foreseen by all, but sometimes never happens. Why? No one knows. But, for those few who do survive arguments and the like, "congratulations". It wasn't worth it, it never will be. You think you found your soul mate, but you never will. You think you found the partner of your life, but they are sleeping with others behind your back. You want to be happy, have children, enjoy life, but you can't. And you never will. But I think I've found someone – someone who understands the pain and the wretchedness I go through. I won't be satisfied with him, like he is with me. Sooner or later we'll drift apart and fade away, like most things do. Most things. What the hell is that supposed to me? Who knows…? Who cares…? I don't."
"Pan!"
"Coming, Trunks…" *what an idiot* "Here ends another chapter…" Pan said, somewhat deflated. She clicked off her voice-recorder and slipped on a tight t-shirt and some short-shorts. "Moron…"
"Pan!" Trunks seemed almost desperate now.
"Coming!!!" *I'm going to kill him one day… one day*
"Alright, just hurry, Sweetie." *Urgh… 'Sweetie' – what the hell kind of name is that? Pathetic. He thinks I'm all 'His'. 'His to own'. Forever. Forever…*
Trunks walks into the room and grabs her left hand, accidentally pulling off the rings on her ring finger. "Damn. Come on, Pan."
"Let go of me and give me back the rings."
-~~***~~-
Elsewhere
-~~***~~-
"They're not meant to be. You just wait, Mr Popo."
"Yes, Dende, I believe you." *Mindless arsehole… Arrogant power-hungry git.* Mr Popo thought.
Dende smirked.
-~~***~~-
Back to the happy couple…
-~~***~~-
"So, where to tonight?" Pan asked, not even remotely interested.
"I don't know… somewhere romantic." Trunks replied, almost bubbling with excitement. (AN/ Urgh…)
"Fine."
"What?"
"What do you mean 'What?', Trunks?"
"What's bothering you? You seem preoccupied…" He continued walking down the street with his hands in his pockets, not at all where they should be. He had foreseen walking down boulevards holding hands with Pan, his wife. His only. His one, true love. At the thought of being together for all eternity, his eyes started shimmering. (A/N: you know, in that "bishounen" sort of way? Never mind…..)
"Hey, dopey! Snap out of it." Pan shouted. Trunks hadn't noticed her squeezing his shoulders.
"Feh. Let's just go."
*It's going to be a long night with that mop-headed idiot…*
(A/N: So – what do you think? Please, r/r. Should I do another chapter?)
