Dear Diary
{Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z/GT}
[The story is in Pan's PoV]
Dear Diary
Love is the emblem of eternity
A red leather bound book, with feint ruled pages. A pure gold lock with a tiny keyhole. In other words, a diary. Okaa-san purchased this diary to express my feelings, such as love and sorrow. Love. I am a young girl in love; I've experienced the hurt and rejection one feels when their love chooses another. For I am in love with a very powerful person, a person named Trunks Vegeta Briefs.
He hates it when I call him by his full name, but it's always been fun to tease him about it. A smile always crosses his handsome features when we call him this and a laugh escapes him. His smile warms my heart; it makes me melt inside. I feel like a puddle of butter when I see his smile. I love it when he laughs, locks of his gorgeous lavender hair falling from behind his ears, across his face. His eyes sparkle mischievously. I love him, forever and always.
I have loved him since I was quite young, though my feelings progressed from a school girl crush to full-blown when I was fourteen, when we were stuck in space together, along with my Ojii-san. It was very fun; we had all kinds of adventures. (AND I got to see him cross-dress, tee hee!)
Just thinking about him makes my heart race, skittering inside my chest, and the hole inside me becomes complete. I just wish it were me he was holding affectionately in his arms. Gosh, I wonder when I became so sagacious! You know what? I'll think I'll drop by his house and go visit Bra, whilst spying on him. It's the only way I can stop sharing beautiful dreams with you.
Sorry I had to stop so abruptly. I'm sitting in Bra's bedroom. She is Trunks' sister and has been my best friend since I can't remember. Bra is a beautiful girl; her long turquoise coloured hair hanging just so over her shoulders and her deep blue eyes dancing as I write. She is dictating me as I write, so I must write good things about her. Would you like to speak to her?
Heya, Pan says I can write in here. I'm Bra and I'm just saying hi. Ooh, I wonder what she's written so far. I can just make out… Trunks…. TRUNKS?!
BRA! Don't look at my private thoughts!
But Panny! I'm your best friend! What have you written that is so P-R-I-V-A-T-E?
Nosy bakayarou! Stop looking in my diary before I Kamehamaha your ass!
Well, gomen to you, Pan!
Finally, Bra's stopped looking in here. It took a struggle. She's still trying to wrestle the pen off me as I write. QUIT IT BRA! Bra's stopped for now, but I can tell she has a plan. Oww! She saw what I wrote and pinched me! Kono ama! I raised one finger, a ki blast forming at the tip of it. Bra noticed what I was about to do and hid under her bed. When she heard me burst out laughing, Bra came back out with a shoe and she threw it at me. It narrowly misses my head, bouncing off her precious pink wall. Now that wall has a mark in it and Bra is almost crying. "IIE!" She screams loudly, so loudly that there is a knock on her door that disturbs her. "Come in," Bra sobs. The door opens and guess who is there? I'll give you three chances.
If you guessed, Trunks, you guessed right!
"What's all the fuss about?" He asks, noticing me. "Oh, hiya Pan. What brings you here?" "Bra, who else." I shrug, flashing him a killer smile. Though, in my head, I'm screaming, 'YOU! YOU, DAMNIT!' "Bra, why in Dende are you crying?" "I threw a shoe at Pan… and," Bra pauses, crying. "she dodged it an' it," she hiccups. "hit the wall." "NOW LOOK! IT'S RUINED!" Bra cries her eyes out. I avert my gaze away from Trunks, or I would laugh my head off.
"It's only the wall."
"But it's MY wall!"
"So?"
"TRUNKS!"
He lets a sigh escape his lips and he walks into Bra's bedroom. Trunks sits on the comfortable bed, beside me. "Konnichiwa Panny-chan." Normally, I hate it when someone calls me anything remotely close to Panny, but when Trunks does, I feel so special. "Hello Tru-chan!" I chirp. Bra raises an eyebrow at me at this exchange. "What have you got there?" Trunks asks. Inquisitive as always, I snort. "A diary Okaa-san gave me this morning. I decided not to let it go to waste, so I'm using it." I reply, a hint of a smirk on my face.
"Well… what are you writing about in there, mm?" "It's a secret," I sing, my mischievous eyes dancing. "besides, why would I let you read my personal thoughts?" I tease, holding you far away from my body. He makes a grab for you. In his pathetic attempts to read about him, he lands directly on my lap, his chin buried in my legs. I watch as he faces his crystal blue eyes toward me, in a puppy dog expression. He pouts. Ooh! When he pouts, I feel like giving in. I can't, not this time at least.
He can't know I love him.
I am confused. I want to let him know, but he'll laugh it off, as if my feelings were a big joke to him. "Iie, Torankusu! You can't view this diary yet!" I hold it up as high as I can. "Paansu! Don't call me that!" "Well, don't call me that, Trunks Vegeta Briefs!" I laugh out loud, using my ki energy to float slightly higher. The next sentence he says stops me in my tracks.
"You know, you could become as famous as Anne Frank one day. With that diary of yours, I mean."
Obviously, he's been reading his summer reading list.
"Oh, there's no way. Nuh-uh." I shake my head, distracted from his words. "Yes, you could Panny-chan." I look down at him and poke out my tongue, cheekily. Bra looks on, chuckling. "Pan!" She's now wiping her eyes, ridding them of the tears. I give her a wan smile and continue floating up. Little do I know I've been floating up too high, which is what Bra was trying to warn me of.
My head collides with the hard roof and I slip out of consciousness for a few seconds as I fall gently into someone's strong arms. When I come to, I look around, noticing that I'm in Trunks' arms. He saved me. "Arigatou." I thank him. My eyes wander and I wonder where my diary is. I see Bra, sitting in her beanbag chair with a red leather bound book.
A red leather bound book.
My diary is red, and leather bound, isn't it? I claw my way out of Trunks' lap, despite the fact I was enjoying it there, and storm over to Bra, whom is just reading the first page of you. Her eyes widen after the first few sentences. She doesn't know I'm there. "BRA!" I growl. "Why have you got my diary? It's private and you know it!" "Pan…" I catch a glimpse of myself in her mirror.
Did my eyes just flash green, or was I imagining it?
"I told you that you're not allowed to read it. How could you?" I find tears falling from my eyes. Great. Now I'm crying. I'm so numb. Trunks realizes that I'm crying and wraps his arms around me, cradling me in his arms gently. I feel shocked that my crush is treating me so tenderly. It's getting harder to breathe, I feel so betrayed that my friend would go through my personal things. "Pan! Listen…" I cut her off again.
"I thought you were my friend!" I scream, a little dramatically. I snatch the open diary from her lap and place it into my pocket, where it fits snugly. I wrestle myself out of Trunks' grasp and fling myself at Bra. I manage to deal a few punches and kicks before I'm pulled off of her and taken outside.
"I HATE YOU!" I hear her shriek. I can just see her examining herself in the mirror, checking for scrapes on her oh-so perfect skin. Note the sarcasm, though Diary. Trunks drags me downstairs to the front door. "Panny, what was so private in your diary that she couldn't read anyway? You guys used to tell everything to each other." "Trunks, this time I can't. This time there's something I can't tell her, in fear that she'll tell someone." "I'll see you soon Panny." "Bye Trunks." I turn around to wave to him.
The next thing happened too quickly for me to savour it, but I will always remember it in my heart. Trunks reached down, his full lips pursed, and kissed my cheek gently. I remember feeling his lips press against my skin, ever so softly. "Trunk-.." I start to say, before the shutting of the front door cuts me off.
'Why on earth did he do that?' I thought to myself, hand clamped over my cheek. I shake. It's all too much for me to take. I grin and almost skip home, I'm so happy. What an eventful day. Bra and I have a fight, but I gain a kiss from Trunks. A glorious day! Oh, thank you Kami!
At least I know I'll never have to wash that cheek again.
Love
Pan Son
P.S. I only wish I kissed him back.
{THIS WAS NOT THE FIRST AND LAST CHAPTER. THERE IS MORE TO COME!}