A'N: Im baaaack! haha. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, eh? well, old syd's back in town with a new fic. This is a Trunks and Pan fic and I've never written one before, but who knows. You might like it ^.~ anyway, enjoy, and review it!
It had been nearly a week since the last time Pan had seen Trunks. They hadn't gone this long without speaking to one another since...well, since they were just kids. But then again, nothing like this had ever happened before...
Pan sat at the edge of her four-post, feather down bed, staring at her cell phone which was resting only a few feet in front of her in it's cradle. The little light that told her it was charging blinked innocently every now and then, but nothing else. Pan bit her bottom lip and fiddled with her bed spread. "Come on..." She muttered. "Call me." The phone, however, did nothing but sit there. After another few moments of watching the phone she grumbled and flung herself backwards, arms sprawled out. It was still morning and a bit of light had found it's way through the closed blinds of her window. Pan was still in her green, satin pajamas and her hair wasn't deemed fit to be seen by a vacant, but that didn't matter to her. All that really mattered was an expected phone call from Trunks.
Suddenly, the crisp bell of the telephone ring cause Pan to spring forward and fall off of her bed. She swore loudly, then clamped her hands over her mouth, hoping her parents hadn't heard. After she waited a moment to see if they where awake (they weren't) and letting the phone ring once more, she gently picked it up from the cradle, and brought it to her ear. "M-moshi moshi." said Pan, in barely more than a whisper. An exasperated and loud voice answered her. "Well?? What happened! I'm absolutely dying to know what's going on!" Pan felt her muscles relax. It was only Marron-san. "Hi Marron." she said, sitting back down on her bed. "What do you mean, 'what's going on?'"
"You know what I'm talking about!" said Marron again, sounding a bit more excited than before. Pan bit her bottom lip and twirled the phone cord nervously between her fingers. She knew from experience that it wasn't exactly easy to get something past her friend, but she knew that after Marron's trip to America, she'd probably want to know. Talking about Trunks over the phone to his old girlfriend was definitely not something that made Pan comfortable, even though she knew that Marron was one of her best friends and that she really didn't like him that much anymore (or to begin with for that matter)
Pan remained silent for a few moments, continuing to twirl the phone cord between her fingers. On the other hand, Marron was growing more impatient by the second. "Well?" she asked. Pan sighed and looked out her window. "Well...I...Ugh! How can I put this?" Marron giggled. "Don't sum it up! You know that I want to hear the whole thing! Spill it! I crave information!" Pan grinned and laid down on her back. "Ok, but you're in for a long story."
~~~~~~~~~~THIS IS THE FLASHBACK! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!-*COUGH*~~~~
Pan threw herself back into the front passenger seat of the car. She wiped the fresh sweat from her bangs and closed her eyes. "Oh my Kami, Trunks. That was absolutely amazing!" (A/N: I know what you hentais out there are thinking, now stop it! or I will beat you with a wooden spoon! I mean it!) Trunks, also out of breath, slipped into the drivers seat, then pulled his white muscle shirt over his paint covered chest. He smiled and winked at her. "I thought you'd like it." (A/N: I said stop it!! *thwacks all the hentais* ) She grinned and looked out the car window. The music from the concert was still blaring loudly and she could still see the mash pit they had just been in. (There! Ha! Silly pervs. ~.^)
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, then turned to speed off down the highway. The air condition kicked in soon and Pan shivered in her seat, continuing to look out the window while talking to Trunks at the same time. "So anyway, after Goten said that he'd been watching it the whole time, Piccolo came back and he was like, 'Oh my God! What did you do?' and so Goten was like 'I dunno! I dunno!' and then they chased each other around for a while and it was really funny, but he eventually found it." Trunks laughed and rounded a corner. "So, how close is that thing to hatching, anyway?" Pan shrugged and watched an orange sign fly by. "I think he said it'd be about a couple months. He's had it for a while now." Trunks grinned sympathetically. It was hard to imagine Piccolo as a parent. "Did he say what he's going to name it?" Pan shrugged again. "He never said anything...I bet he names it Gohan!" The burst out into laughter and Pan doubled over in her seat.
Trunks returned his gaze to the road. Strangely, he'd never seen any of the landmarks around him, but he was pretty sure that he was going the right way. 'It must just be because it's night time...' He thought passively. They continued to drive along into the night, chatting about this and that, until Trunks wasn't too confident that he knew where he was going anymore. After turning another blind corner, he looked over to pan. She was looking out the window, silent at the time. Her T-shirt was still all sweaty and it clung to her torso tightly, showing off her features. After a moment, Trunks realized that he was staring and scorned himself. 'This is no time for that'
"Hey, Pan." He asked, looking back out to the road. "Hmm?" she answered lazily. "Do you have any idea where we are?" Pan froze in her seat and jerked her vision to him. "You mean...you don't know where we are?" Trunks gulped and blushed. "I never said that. I'm just wondering if you know where we are. "
She groaned loudly and brought a hand to her forehead. "Please." she whimpered. "Please don't tell me we're lost." He gave her a goofy grin. "We're not not lost." Moments later the car skidded to a halt at an old gas station-convenience store. Pan gazed around into the darkness. They had no idea where they where, nor what time it was. "You go in and see if you can find out where we are. I'll get some gas." She nodded and walked across the station parking lot. The sky was pitch black and a strong, cold wind blew suddenly, causing her to cross her arms and shiver. "Awful weather..."
The little bell over the door made a quiet tinkling noise as she entered the store and got in the cashier line behind an enormous man who was buying a few packs of cigarettes. She took the opportunity to get a good look at the place. The store was packed full of shelves that held beef jerky, tobacco, canned foods, candy bars, home baked pies, and tacky tourist items. Some osrt of deep maroon paper was peeling from the walls and the floor was so sticky, it made Pan's shoes make funny noises when she walked.
After the large man had paid for his cigarettes and exited the store, Pan walked up to the front desk. Behind it was a rather old man with several teeth missing. He was wearing a faded white apron that was smeared with some red substance that She hoped to Kami wasn't blood.
The man spoke in a husky voice. "Can I help ye' miss?" he asked, wiping the counter in front of his with a wet rag. Goosebumps prickled on Her skin at the sound of his cold voice. She swallowed. "Er, yeah. A friend of mine and I just pulled in a minute ago and we have no idea where we are." She put a hand behind her head and laughed nervously. The man merely stared at her and spit on the floor to his side. Pan's nervous smile faded into just down right nervousness. "Yeah, and uh, we where just wondering if you could maybe tell us how close we are to Satan city."
There was a short pause before the man began to chuckle darkly. "Oh, Satan City, eh?" He began, continuing to wipe off the counter. "Well, yer 'bout an 'our 'way if yeh take the turnpike north. Righ' now yer in Trigun city. (I dunno! It's just what popped into my head o.o;) 'Course, I wouldn' recommend headin' back to Satan City a' this 'our. There's a' storm a-brewin' sommat awful."
Pan shuffled around nervously. "A storm?" The man nodded. "Aye. One a' those big whatchamacall-its. A 'urricane. Tis tha' season fer 'em." After thinking it over she nodded. "Is there any kind of motel around here where we could stay?" With a grunt, the man spun about and began shuffling around papers and sorting through unorganized drawers. Moments later, he returned with a small silver key in his hand. "This here is the only place fer miles wi' any sorta lodgings. I'll be glad ta' rent yeh and yer friend a room. Fer the right price that is."
Pan brought a hand to her chin in thought. 'I don't know about this place. Maybe I should talk it over with Trunks.' After a moment, the man cut in again. "No one else is stayin' tonight. You'll have the 'ole upstairs all to yersleves." He jingled the key lightly in the air. "Will you excuse me for a minute?" said Pan, turning to leave. She exited the station into incredibly strong winds. She had to hunch over to keep the wind from blowing her across the parking lot.
After what seemed to be an eternity of walking, she finally reached the car where Trunks sat in the front seat shivering. Pan quickly opened the passenger door and sat down, shivering as well. Trunks grinned at her sympathetically before speaking. "Well? Any luck in finding out where we are?" She nodded slowly. "The guy says we're in some place called 'Trigun City'. It's about an hour south if Satan city, But there's a hurricane up." Trunks bit his bottom lip and looked out the window. "And?"
"And, he said that he has a room vacancy. We could spend the night here and it'd be a lot safer." Another strong gust of wind blew and the two friends felt the car tilt slightly. Without hesitating anymore, Trunks nodded. "Alright. We'll get back on the road in the morning." With that, the exited the car and scrambled through the stinging wind and spray towards the station.
Hahahah! Well? How did you like it? I know, it's kind of not very well written, but pleh. I'll do whatever. R&R if you please. I'd like to know what you guys think ^^ I might actually feel the urge to continue this one.
It had been nearly a week since the last time Pan had seen Trunks. They hadn't gone this long without speaking to one another since...well, since they were just kids. But then again, nothing like this had ever happened before...
Pan sat at the edge of her four-post, feather down bed, staring at her cell phone which was resting only a few feet in front of her in it's cradle. The little light that told her it was charging blinked innocently every now and then, but nothing else. Pan bit her bottom lip and fiddled with her bed spread. "Come on..." She muttered. "Call me." The phone, however, did nothing but sit there. After another few moments of watching the phone she grumbled and flung herself backwards, arms sprawled out. It was still morning and a bit of light had found it's way through the closed blinds of her window. Pan was still in her green, satin pajamas and her hair wasn't deemed fit to be seen by a vacant, but that didn't matter to her. All that really mattered was an expected phone call from Trunks.
Suddenly, the crisp bell of the telephone ring cause Pan to spring forward and fall off of her bed. She swore loudly, then clamped her hands over her mouth, hoping her parents hadn't heard. After she waited a moment to see if they where awake (they weren't) and letting the phone ring once more, she gently picked it up from the cradle, and brought it to her ear. "M-moshi moshi." said Pan, in barely more than a whisper. An exasperated and loud voice answered her. "Well?? What happened! I'm absolutely dying to know what's going on!" Pan felt her muscles relax. It was only Marron-san. "Hi Marron." she said, sitting back down on her bed. "What do you mean, 'what's going on?'"
"You know what I'm talking about!" said Marron again, sounding a bit more excited than before. Pan bit her bottom lip and twirled the phone cord nervously between her fingers. She knew from experience that it wasn't exactly easy to get something past her friend, but she knew that after Marron's trip to America, she'd probably want to know. Talking about Trunks over the phone to his old girlfriend was definitely not something that made Pan comfortable, even though she knew that Marron was one of her best friends and that she really didn't like him that much anymore (or to begin with for that matter)
Pan remained silent for a few moments, continuing to twirl the phone cord between her fingers. On the other hand, Marron was growing more impatient by the second. "Well?" she asked. Pan sighed and looked out her window. "Well...I...Ugh! How can I put this?" Marron giggled. "Don't sum it up! You know that I want to hear the whole thing! Spill it! I crave information!" Pan grinned and laid down on her back. "Ok, but you're in for a long story."
~~~~~~~~~~THIS IS THE FLASHBACK! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!-*COUGH*~~~~
Pan threw herself back into the front passenger seat of the car. She wiped the fresh sweat from her bangs and closed her eyes. "Oh my Kami, Trunks. That was absolutely amazing!" (A/N: I know what you hentais out there are thinking, now stop it! or I will beat you with a wooden spoon! I mean it!) Trunks, also out of breath, slipped into the drivers seat, then pulled his white muscle shirt over his paint covered chest. He smiled and winked at her. "I thought you'd like it." (A/N: I said stop it!! *thwacks all the hentais* ) She grinned and looked out the car window. The music from the concert was still blaring loudly and she could still see the mash pit they had just been in. (There! Ha! Silly pervs. ~.^)
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, then turned to speed off down the highway. The air condition kicked in soon and Pan shivered in her seat, continuing to look out the window while talking to Trunks at the same time. "So anyway, after Goten said that he'd been watching it the whole time, Piccolo came back and he was like, 'Oh my God! What did you do?' and so Goten was like 'I dunno! I dunno!' and then they chased each other around for a while and it was really funny, but he eventually found it." Trunks laughed and rounded a corner. "So, how close is that thing to hatching, anyway?" Pan shrugged and watched an orange sign fly by. "I think he said it'd be about a couple months. He's had it for a while now." Trunks grinned sympathetically. It was hard to imagine Piccolo as a parent. "Did he say what he's going to name it?" Pan shrugged again. "He never said anything...I bet he names it Gohan!" The burst out into laughter and Pan doubled over in her seat.
Trunks returned his gaze to the road. Strangely, he'd never seen any of the landmarks around him, but he was pretty sure that he was going the right way. 'It must just be because it's night time...' He thought passively. They continued to drive along into the night, chatting about this and that, until Trunks wasn't too confident that he knew where he was going anymore. After turning another blind corner, he looked over to pan. She was looking out the window, silent at the time. Her T-shirt was still all sweaty and it clung to her torso tightly, showing off her features. After a moment, Trunks realized that he was staring and scorned himself. 'This is no time for that'
"Hey, Pan." He asked, looking back out to the road. "Hmm?" she answered lazily. "Do you have any idea where we are?" Pan froze in her seat and jerked her vision to him. "You mean...you don't know where we are?" Trunks gulped and blushed. "I never said that. I'm just wondering if you know where we are. "
She groaned loudly and brought a hand to her forehead. "Please." she whimpered. "Please don't tell me we're lost." He gave her a goofy grin. "We're not not lost." Moments later the car skidded to a halt at an old gas station-convenience store. Pan gazed around into the darkness. They had no idea where they where, nor what time it was. "You go in and see if you can find out where we are. I'll get some gas." She nodded and walked across the station parking lot. The sky was pitch black and a strong, cold wind blew suddenly, causing her to cross her arms and shiver. "Awful weather..."
The little bell over the door made a quiet tinkling noise as she entered the store and got in the cashier line behind an enormous man who was buying a few packs of cigarettes. She took the opportunity to get a good look at the place. The store was packed full of shelves that held beef jerky, tobacco, canned foods, candy bars, home baked pies, and tacky tourist items. Some osrt of deep maroon paper was peeling from the walls and the floor was so sticky, it made Pan's shoes make funny noises when she walked.
After the large man had paid for his cigarettes and exited the store, Pan walked up to the front desk. Behind it was a rather old man with several teeth missing. He was wearing a faded white apron that was smeared with some red substance that She hoped to Kami wasn't blood.
The man spoke in a husky voice. "Can I help ye' miss?" he asked, wiping the counter in front of his with a wet rag. Goosebumps prickled on Her skin at the sound of his cold voice. She swallowed. "Er, yeah. A friend of mine and I just pulled in a minute ago and we have no idea where we are." She put a hand behind her head and laughed nervously. The man merely stared at her and spit on the floor to his side. Pan's nervous smile faded into just down right nervousness. "Yeah, and uh, we where just wondering if you could maybe tell us how close we are to Satan city."
There was a short pause before the man began to chuckle darkly. "Oh, Satan City, eh?" He began, continuing to wipe off the counter. "Well, yer 'bout an 'our 'way if yeh take the turnpike north. Righ' now yer in Trigun city. (I dunno! It's just what popped into my head o.o;) 'Course, I wouldn' recommend headin' back to Satan City a' this 'our. There's a' storm a-brewin' sommat awful."
Pan shuffled around nervously. "A storm?" The man nodded. "Aye. One a' those big whatchamacall-its. A 'urricane. Tis tha' season fer 'em." After thinking it over she nodded. "Is there any kind of motel around here where we could stay?" With a grunt, the man spun about and began shuffling around papers and sorting through unorganized drawers. Moments later, he returned with a small silver key in his hand. "This here is the only place fer miles wi' any sorta lodgings. I'll be glad ta' rent yeh and yer friend a room. Fer the right price that is."
Pan brought a hand to her chin in thought. 'I don't know about this place. Maybe I should talk it over with Trunks.' After a moment, the man cut in again. "No one else is stayin' tonight. You'll have the 'ole upstairs all to yersleves." He jingled the key lightly in the air. "Will you excuse me for a minute?" said Pan, turning to leave. She exited the station into incredibly strong winds. She had to hunch over to keep the wind from blowing her across the parking lot.
After what seemed to be an eternity of walking, she finally reached the car where Trunks sat in the front seat shivering. Pan quickly opened the passenger door and sat down, shivering as well. Trunks grinned at her sympathetically before speaking. "Well? Any luck in finding out where we are?" She nodded slowly. "The guy says we're in some place called 'Trigun City'. It's about an hour south if Satan city, But there's a hurricane up." Trunks bit his bottom lip and looked out the window. "And?"
"And, he said that he has a room vacancy. We could spend the night here and it'd be a lot safer." Another strong gust of wind blew and the two friends felt the car tilt slightly. Without hesitating anymore, Trunks nodded. "Alright. We'll get back on the road in the morning." With that, the exited the car and scrambled through the stinging wind and spray towards the station.
Hahahah! Well? How did you like it? I know, it's kind of not very well written, but pleh. I'll do whatever. R&R if you please. I'd like to know what you guys think ^^ I might actually feel the urge to continue this one.