Sweet Dende, she's writing a T/P. For the record, I do not dislike T/P, I
do not prefer T/M. It's just that there are less T/M's, so I try to go
against the flow. Erm, ages are normal, so if Pan is 18, Trunks is 31.
Right? Anywho, on with the story. Oh, I don't own DBZ.
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Gohan cringed as he heard the front door slam shut and angry footsteps stomp upstairs. He wondered what had gotten Pan so riled up today, as he slowly began his climb to her room, to find out. Knocking gently on her door he asked, "Pan, can I come in?"
"Whatever." Was her reply. Gohan cautiously opened the door, and peered in. Pan was at her bureau about to turn on her stereo full blast.
"Uh, why are you so upset? Did something happen at school?" Gohan tentatively asked. Then Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff", met his ears. "Oh." He said answering his own question. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Pan said now tossing clothes from her closet. Gohan snatched a tee shirt from the air before it smacked him in the face. He watched as more clothes flew from her closet until she finally found what she was looking for. Pan held up her orange fighting gi, and tossed it on the bed. She then turned back to her digging, probably looking for her shoes now.
"Are you going somewhere?" Gohan asked, trying to get her to say more than 2 words.
"Bra's." Pan answered shortly. Gohan rolled his eyes giving up. Hopefully some 'girl talk' and a quick spar would calm her down.
"Be home by seven." Gohan said as he left her room, closing the door behind him. Pan waved in his general direction and then began to change as soon as the door snapped shut. Pulling on her shoes, her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Pan! Pan Son! Stop right now!" Pan's worried gym teacher shouted as Pan tackled some more guys. "This is flag football! No contact!" The gym teacher continued to shout, now running over to the scene. Pan got to her feet and looked at the pitiful mess around her feet. 2 guys began to groan as they too, slowly got up.
"Geez', Pan. You're such a freak." One of the guys said inspecting his forming bruises. Pan scowled and shoved him back to the ground.
"Ms Son! You can go have a seat now!" The angry teacher said pointing to the bleachers. Pan angrily walked to the bleacers to sit down. Her spirits lifted a little as she saw Bra almost doubling over in laughter at the scene. For the rest of the class she just sat and watched the pathetic attempts of her class trying to play football. She was then released from the piteous site to go change and head to lunch. She walked over to Bra and the two started heading to the locker rooms.
"Pan, that was so good. You almost took out their whole team!" Bra said, beginning to crack up again.
"Ugh, I couldn't put up with that bullshit they kept shouting anymore. I had to." Pan said with a grin. Bra just continued to giggle.
"Ms Son, I'd like to see you in my office right now." The flustered gym teacher said as she strolled through the locker room to her office. Pan sighed and slowly followed.
"Yes sensei?" She asked while standing in the door way.
"That little performance today was most inappropriate. I hope your time in detention will help remind you not to do it again." The teacher said giving her a piercing stare.
"Yes sensei." Pan answered, she gave a small bow and then went back to change.
"Detention!? For what? Tackling our pathetic quarterback and his lackey?" Bra asked as the two headed to their homeroom. Pan just shook her head while she shoved some books into her locker and grabbed her lunch out of it. Bra did the same and they continued to class.
The two took their usual seats in the back, and resumed their talk of the pitiful football team that represented their school. They were interrupted however, by the announcements being made in the front of the class.
"...Lastly, their will be a Sadie Hawkins Dance next Saturday night. This special dance where only girls can ask guys. You can then buy a couple's ticket in the lobby during lunch. Thank you." The student finished her announcements, and then took her seat. An excited talk broke out, about who was going and who they were taking. The bell followed a moment later and everyone opened up their lunches.
"Oooo! A dance! This is so great! I mean, it totally sucked when they cancelled homecoming." Bra said as she started on her rice.
"Well, I can understand. I mean our senior prank must have made them very angry." Pan reasoned, while she too began on her lunch.
"So we filled the main office with popcorn and removed all the desks from the school. Is that any reason to cancel homecoming?" Bra asked, waving her chopsticks as though to make a point.
"Apparently it was." Pan answered. Bra rolled her eyes and continued on her lunch. Until another thought struck her.
"Who are you going to ask to the dance?" Bra inquired. Pan felt a little stab in her chest. *Who would want to go with me?* She thought miserably.
"Who says I want to go to some stupid dance anyway?" Pan asked defensively. Bra wasn't phased a bit by her friend's behavior.
"You gotta go Pan! Everyone will be there. It'll be a blast!" Bra said enthusiastically. Pan didn't seem to be changing her mind.
"Please Pan. Pwetty Pwease! I can't go without my best bud! It'll be no fun. Besides, who'll protect me and my date from the stupid football team?" Bra asked folding her hands in a begging position.
"No."
"I'll embarrass you Pan. I am ready to make a scene, right here right now." Bra said, giving Pan a penetrating look. Pan didn't seem to care. So Bra began her little charade. The tears came flowing as if she simply flipped a switch. Her face began to turn red, and her sobbing tale of woe began.
"How could you Pan!" Bra shouted for everyone to hear. The class turned to look at the scene. Pan started to feel a little embarrassed as the back of her neck began to burn, and she could feel her own face turning red.
"I trusted you Pan! And now you go and stab me in the back! Why would you do this to me! Oh, the agony of betrayal!" Bra continued to scream. Pan was ready to crawl under her desk and die, as everyone looked at the pair with bewildered looks.
"I'll go! Now shut up!" Pan muttered under her breath. As quick as the wind, Bra's tears disappeared, her face cleared up and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"Yeah! Now we gotta get dates!" She said happily, Pan sighed in defeat. Bra had got her again.
As the final bell rang Bra and Pan said goodbye at their lockers and promised to call eachother that night. Pan gathered her stuff and was about to head to detention when she saw, HIM. Hiroto, the object of her affection for the past few months. Not knowing where this sudden burst of courage came from, she walked up to him.
"Uh, hey Hiroto." Pan said nervously.
"Hey...you." He said in return, he obviously didn't know her name, but Pan overlooked that.
"Pan. Anyway, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to the dance with me next Saturday." Pan asked quietly, staring at her feet.
"Oh, I'm real sorry Pan. But I can't go." He said, not looking too sorry. Pan knew she should just smile and walk away. Forget the whole thing, pretend it didn't happen. However, her mouth had another plan.
"Why?" Pan asked, wanting to smack herself.
"Uh...::cough:: I think I'm gonna be sick that night." He said. His words tore Pan's heart in two as easily as if he had done it with his hands. She could feel herself begin to flush, and her throat tightened up over the cry of misery striving to escape. As Pan stared at him in disgust, she snapped out of her thoughts. She shoved him into some lockers as she hurried by, not wanting to cry in front of him. He wasn't worth her tears.
Pan eventually reached the detention room and took a seat. The teacher barely looked up from his book and casually crossed her name off a list, before returning his full attention to the book. Pan sat in the back and began drawing little cartoons of her shooting a giant kamehameha blast at an already singed and bleeding Hiroto. However her sensitive saiyajin ears picked up a whispering conversation occuring a few rows down. Pretending to be too interested in her drawing, she concentrated on what the guy and girl were saying.
"Oh my gosh, you will not believe what I just heard." The girl whispered to the guy.
"Oh my gosh, what?" He replied sarcastically.
"Shut up. See that girl over there?" She asked. Pan felt her ears go red but continued to stare at her drawing.
"Yeah, Pan something-or-other." He replied. "Didn't she take out the quarter back earlier today?"
"Yeah, but I just heard she actually asked Hiroto Yuui to the dance!" She said with a snicker. Pan's eyes temporarily widened but she forced herself to look normal, even though her energry was rising. *How the heck could that spread so fast?* She thought.
"Haha, no way! That's too good. What'd he do?" He asked.
"What would you do?" She asked incredulously.
"Heh, probably say 'Uh no, I believe I'm allergic to freaks." He answered.
"Ha! Who would ever go out with her?" The two began to snicker as Pan's pencil snapped in half.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan landed in front of the Brief's household and walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited, all the while thinking, *Guys suck*.
The door slowly opened, and to Pan's dismay, a guy stood there.
"Hey Trunks." She said glumly, "Is Bra home?"
"Nice to see you too Pan, no she's out with Tousan, against his will of coarse." Trunks said, stepping aside to let her in. Pan walked in as he shut the door.
"So what's up?" Trunks asked, noting her upset disposition.
"Wanna spar?" Pan answering his question with a question.
"Uh...sure, Tousan is for once not in the GR. Just let me change real quick." Trunks said, as he then headed to his room. Pan walked briskly to the gravity room and began to warm up. She was joined a few minutes later, by Trunks in his own fight attire.
"Before we start, can I ask what's got you so uptight?" Trunks said, now doing his own stretches.
"Guys suck." Pan answered while stretching her calves. Trunks looked confused at this remark, unsure how to respond.
"We're sorry." Trunks said getting into fighting stance. Pan didn't even get in her stance, she simply charged at him, intent on letting out the stress of the day. Trunks quickly maneuvered to block this quick onslaught. The two continued beating on eachother for what seemed like hours until there was a large flash, boom, crash. Pan was then seen on the floor of the GR panting raggedly. Trunks floated down next to her, dropping out of Super Saiyajin before she noticed.
"Not...fair. You...You went super." Pan gasped, as she sat up to glare at him. Trunks tried to imitate the infamous Son Grin, but it didn't have the same effect.
"Sorry, but that should make you happy. I mean, I had to resort to that to knock you down." Trunks said taking a seat next to her. Pan tilted her head side to side as though to say, "Guess so."
"So, now that you've got that out of you system, can we talk about what guys have done that make them so sucky?" Trunks asked trying to look Pan in the face, as she continued to stare at the floor.
"Urgh, their just...just so...sucky." She answered, unable to put her feelings into words. Trunks nodded.
"Uh-huh, could you elaborate on that?" Pan let out a sigh and shifted her gaze to the ceiling.
"I don't know, in gym class they were bullshitting everyone on how good they are at the sport we were playing. So I tackled them. It was football! And then there's this stupid dance at school where girls ask the guys. Your demon of a sister conned me into going. So..." Pan's story slowed to a hault as she thought back to Hiroto's words and how torn up she felt. She didn't want to describe it and go through that pain again. That was a kind of pain a senzu bean could not heal. "Erm, some guy was a jerk to me, and I overheard some other idiots talking about me." Pan confessed.
"Wow, that is crappy. Yes, I'm afraid we guys do suck." Trunks said, understanding how she must feel.
"Oh! I didn't mean you Trunks! Just the hormonal-crazed idiots at my school are sucky." Pan said finally looking at him. *And some of those sluts.* She added in her mind.
"Heh, and I thought my day was bad." Trunks stated as he got to his feet. He then held out his hand to help up Pan. She took it and pulled herself up.
"What happened?" Pan asked as the two began to walk to the door.
"Let's get some grub and we'll talk about it then." He answered as he held the door open for her. They made their way down to the kitchen and raded the refrigerator only to come out with two cartons of chocolate ice cream. With spoons in hands, they dug in.
"So, what happened?" Pan asked, swallowing some ice cream.
"What? Oh, nothing major. I broke up with Mayumi. Apparently I wasn't the only one in her love life, as I was shown this afternoon." Trunks said, scooping up a large spoonful of ice cream as another wave of anguish washed over him. He could just see her, walking through the streets, hand in hand with some guy. Trunks tried to think the best, but was shown the painful truth as she began to make out with the other guy. He could feel his heart being ripped from his chest, as a familiar prickling sensation began in his eyes. Trunks shook his head of these thoughts and went back to his ice cream.
"I'm sorry. Girls can suck too I guess." Pan said trying to console him. Trunks grinned, putting on his brave face. Silence overcame the two, both lost in their thoughts.
*Trunks, you are such a great guy. I just don't think you're...Boyfriend material* Mayumi's voice flooded into Trunks' mind.
*Uh no, I believe I'm allergic to freaks.* The guys voice echoed in Pan's thoughts.
*We both knew this wasn't going to end sooner or later.* Trunks tried to force her words out of his head.
*I think I'm gonna be sick that night.* Pan shook her head, trying to forget those harsh words.
*I have someone else, and I think you need to move on.* Trunks could feel the heartache return, but vanished as a great idea popped into his mind.
*Who would ever go out with her?* Pan felt ready to die. Her moment of pain quickly passed as an ingenious idea flashed into her mind.
"Hey Trunks," Pan started.
"Pan, I was just thinking." Trunks said at the same moment. The two faced eachother with identical smirks.
_____________________ Hmmmm, just what are they thinking!? Heehee, I know! 2am! Sugar high! Anyone listen to Relient K? Hahahahaha R&R.
hahahahahaha
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Gohan cringed as he heard the front door slam shut and angry footsteps stomp upstairs. He wondered what had gotten Pan so riled up today, as he slowly began his climb to her room, to find out. Knocking gently on her door he asked, "Pan, can I come in?"
"Whatever." Was her reply. Gohan cautiously opened the door, and peered in. Pan was at her bureau about to turn on her stereo full blast.
"Uh, why are you so upset? Did something happen at school?" Gohan tentatively asked. Then Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff", met his ears. "Oh." He said answering his own question. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Pan said now tossing clothes from her closet. Gohan snatched a tee shirt from the air before it smacked him in the face. He watched as more clothes flew from her closet until she finally found what she was looking for. Pan held up her orange fighting gi, and tossed it on the bed. She then turned back to her digging, probably looking for her shoes now.
"Are you going somewhere?" Gohan asked, trying to get her to say more than 2 words.
"Bra's." Pan answered shortly. Gohan rolled his eyes giving up. Hopefully some 'girl talk' and a quick spar would calm her down.
"Be home by seven." Gohan said as he left her room, closing the door behind him. Pan waved in his general direction and then began to change as soon as the door snapped shut. Pulling on her shoes, her thoughts drifted back to earlier that day.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Pan! Pan Son! Stop right now!" Pan's worried gym teacher shouted as Pan tackled some more guys. "This is flag football! No contact!" The gym teacher continued to shout, now running over to the scene. Pan got to her feet and looked at the pitiful mess around her feet. 2 guys began to groan as they too, slowly got up.
"Geez', Pan. You're such a freak." One of the guys said inspecting his forming bruises. Pan scowled and shoved him back to the ground.
"Ms Son! You can go have a seat now!" The angry teacher said pointing to the bleachers. Pan angrily walked to the bleacers to sit down. Her spirits lifted a little as she saw Bra almost doubling over in laughter at the scene. For the rest of the class she just sat and watched the pathetic attempts of her class trying to play football. She was then released from the piteous site to go change and head to lunch. She walked over to Bra and the two started heading to the locker rooms.
"Pan, that was so good. You almost took out their whole team!" Bra said, beginning to crack up again.
"Ugh, I couldn't put up with that bullshit they kept shouting anymore. I had to." Pan said with a grin. Bra just continued to giggle.
"Ms Son, I'd like to see you in my office right now." The flustered gym teacher said as she strolled through the locker room to her office. Pan sighed and slowly followed.
"Yes sensei?" She asked while standing in the door way.
"That little performance today was most inappropriate. I hope your time in detention will help remind you not to do it again." The teacher said giving her a piercing stare.
"Yes sensei." Pan answered, she gave a small bow and then went back to change.
"Detention!? For what? Tackling our pathetic quarterback and his lackey?" Bra asked as the two headed to their homeroom. Pan just shook her head while she shoved some books into her locker and grabbed her lunch out of it. Bra did the same and they continued to class.
The two took their usual seats in the back, and resumed their talk of the pitiful football team that represented their school. They were interrupted however, by the announcements being made in the front of the class.
"...Lastly, their will be a Sadie Hawkins Dance next Saturday night. This special dance where only girls can ask guys. You can then buy a couple's ticket in the lobby during lunch. Thank you." The student finished her announcements, and then took her seat. An excited talk broke out, about who was going and who they were taking. The bell followed a moment later and everyone opened up their lunches.
"Oooo! A dance! This is so great! I mean, it totally sucked when they cancelled homecoming." Bra said as she started on her rice.
"Well, I can understand. I mean our senior prank must have made them very angry." Pan reasoned, while she too began on her lunch.
"So we filled the main office with popcorn and removed all the desks from the school. Is that any reason to cancel homecoming?" Bra asked, waving her chopsticks as though to make a point.
"Apparently it was." Pan answered. Bra rolled her eyes and continued on her lunch. Until another thought struck her.
"Who are you going to ask to the dance?" Bra inquired. Pan felt a little stab in her chest. *Who would want to go with me?* She thought miserably.
"Who says I want to go to some stupid dance anyway?" Pan asked defensively. Bra wasn't phased a bit by her friend's behavior.
"You gotta go Pan! Everyone will be there. It'll be a blast!" Bra said enthusiastically. Pan didn't seem to be changing her mind.
"Please Pan. Pwetty Pwease! I can't go without my best bud! It'll be no fun. Besides, who'll protect me and my date from the stupid football team?" Bra asked folding her hands in a begging position.
"No."
"I'll embarrass you Pan. I am ready to make a scene, right here right now." Bra said, giving Pan a penetrating look. Pan didn't seem to care. So Bra began her little charade. The tears came flowing as if she simply flipped a switch. Her face began to turn red, and her sobbing tale of woe began.
"How could you Pan!" Bra shouted for everyone to hear. The class turned to look at the scene. Pan started to feel a little embarrassed as the back of her neck began to burn, and she could feel her own face turning red.
"I trusted you Pan! And now you go and stab me in the back! Why would you do this to me! Oh, the agony of betrayal!" Bra continued to scream. Pan was ready to crawl under her desk and die, as everyone looked at the pair with bewildered looks.
"I'll go! Now shut up!" Pan muttered under her breath. As quick as the wind, Bra's tears disappeared, her face cleared up and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
"Yeah! Now we gotta get dates!" She said happily, Pan sighed in defeat. Bra had got her again.
As the final bell rang Bra and Pan said goodbye at their lockers and promised to call eachother that night. Pan gathered her stuff and was about to head to detention when she saw, HIM. Hiroto, the object of her affection for the past few months. Not knowing where this sudden burst of courage came from, she walked up to him.
"Uh, hey Hiroto." Pan said nervously.
"Hey...you." He said in return, he obviously didn't know her name, but Pan overlooked that.
"Pan. Anyway, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to the dance with me next Saturday." Pan asked quietly, staring at her feet.
"Oh, I'm real sorry Pan. But I can't go." He said, not looking too sorry. Pan knew she should just smile and walk away. Forget the whole thing, pretend it didn't happen. However, her mouth had another plan.
"Why?" Pan asked, wanting to smack herself.
"Uh...::cough:: I think I'm gonna be sick that night." He said. His words tore Pan's heart in two as easily as if he had done it with his hands. She could feel herself begin to flush, and her throat tightened up over the cry of misery striving to escape. As Pan stared at him in disgust, she snapped out of her thoughts. She shoved him into some lockers as she hurried by, not wanting to cry in front of him. He wasn't worth her tears.
Pan eventually reached the detention room and took a seat. The teacher barely looked up from his book and casually crossed her name off a list, before returning his full attention to the book. Pan sat in the back and began drawing little cartoons of her shooting a giant kamehameha blast at an already singed and bleeding Hiroto. However her sensitive saiyajin ears picked up a whispering conversation occuring a few rows down. Pretending to be too interested in her drawing, she concentrated on what the guy and girl were saying.
"Oh my gosh, you will not believe what I just heard." The girl whispered to the guy.
"Oh my gosh, what?" He replied sarcastically.
"Shut up. See that girl over there?" She asked. Pan felt her ears go red but continued to stare at her drawing.
"Yeah, Pan something-or-other." He replied. "Didn't she take out the quarter back earlier today?"
"Yeah, but I just heard she actually asked Hiroto Yuui to the dance!" She said with a snicker. Pan's eyes temporarily widened but she forced herself to look normal, even though her energry was rising. *How the heck could that spread so fast?* She thought.
"Haha, no way! That's too good. What'd he do?" He asked.
"What would you do?" She asked incredulously.
"Heh, probably say 'Uh no, I believe I'm allergic to freaks." He answered.
"Ha! Who would ever go out with her?" The two began to snicker as Pan's pencil snapped in half.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan landed in front of the Brief's household and walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited, all the while thinking, *Guys suck*.
The door slowly opened, and to Pan's dismay, a guy stood there.
"Hey Trunks." She said glumly, "Is Bra home?"
"Nice to see you too Pan, no she's out with Tousan, against his will of coarse." Trunks said, stepping aside to let her in. Pan walked in as he shut the door.
"So what's up?" Trunks asked, noting her upset disposition.
"Wanna spar?" Pan answering his question with a question.
"Uh...sure, Tousan is for once not in the GR. Just let me change real quick." Trunks said, as he then headed to his room. Pan walked briskly to the gravity room and began to warm up. She was joined a few minutes later, by Trunks in his own fight attire.
"Before we start, can I ask what's got you so uptight?" Trunks said, now doing his own stretches.
"Guys suck." Pan answered while stretching her calves. Trunks looked confused at this remark, unsure how to respond.
"We're sorry." Trunks said getting into fighting stance. Pan didn't even get in her stance, she simply charged at him, intent on letting out the stress of the day. Trunks quickly maneuvered to block this quick onslaught. The two continued beating on eachother for what seemed like hours until there was a large flash, boom, crash. Pan was then seen on the floor of the GR panting raggedly. Trunks floated down next to her, dropping out of Super Saiyajin before she noticed.
"Not...fair. You...You went super." Pan gasped, as she sat up to glare at him. Trunks tried to imitate the infamous Son Grin, but it didn't have the same effect.
"Sorry, but that should make you happy. I mean, I had to resort to that to knock you down." Trunks said taking a seat next to her. Pan tilted her head side to side as though to say, "Guess so."
"So, now that you've got that out of you system, can we talk about what guys have done that make them so sucky?" Trunks asked trying to look Pan in the face, as she continued to stare at the floor.
"Urgh, their just...just so...sucky." She answered, unable to put her feelings into words. Trunks nodded.
"Uh-huh, could you elaborate on that?" Pan let out a sigh and shifted her gaze to the ceiling.
"I don't know, in gym class they were bullshitting everyone on how good they are at the sport we were playing. So I tackled them. It was football! And then there's this stupid dance at school where girls ask the guys. Your demon of a sister conned me into going. So..." Pan's story slowed to a hault as she thought back to Hiroto's words and how torn up she felt. She didn't want to describe it and go through that pain again. That was a kind of pain a senzu bean could not heal. "Erm, some guy was a jerk to me, and I overheard some other idiots talking about me." Pan confessed.
"Wow, that is crappy. Yes, I'm afraid we guys do suck." Trunks said, understanding how she must feel.
"Oh! I didn't mean you Trunks! Just the hormonal-crazed idiots at my school are sucky." Pan said finally looking at him. *And some of those sluts.* She added in her mind.
"Heh, and I thought my day was bad." Trunks stated as he got to his feet. He then held out his hand to help up Pan. She took it and pulled herself up.
"What happened?" Pan asked as the two began to walk to the door.
"Let's get some grub and we'll talk about it then." He answered as he held the door open for her. They made their way down to the kitchen and raded the refrigerator only to come out with two cartons of chocolate ice cream. With spoons in hands, they dug in.
"So, what happened?" Pan asked, swallowing some ice cream.
"What? Oh, nothing major. I broke up with Mayumi. Apparently I wasn't the only one in her love life, as I was shown this afternoon." Trunks said, scooping up a large spoonful of ice cream as another wave of anguish washed over him. He could just see her, walking through the streets, hand in hand with some guy. Trunks tried to think the best, but was shown the painful truth as she began to make out with the other guy. He could feel his heart being ripped from his chest, as a familiar prickling sensation began in his eyes. Trunks shook his head of these thoughts and went back to his ice cream.
"I'm sorry. Girls can suck too I guess." Pan said trying to console him. Trunks grinned, putting on his brave face. Silence overcame the two, both lost in their thoughts.
*Trunks, you are such a great guy. I just don't think you're...Boyfriend material* Mayumi's voice flooded into Trunks' mind.
*Uh no, I believe I'm allergic to freaks.* The guys voice echoed in Pan's thoughts.
*We both knew this wasn't going to end sooner or later.* Trunks tried to force her words out of his head.
*I think I'm gonna be sick that night.* Pan shook her head, trying to forget those harsh words.
*I have someone else, and I think you need to move on.* Trunks could feel the heartache return, but vanished as a great idea popped into his mind.
*Who would ever go out with her?* Pan felt ready to die. Her moment of pain quickly passed as an ingenious idea flashed into her mind.
"Hey Trunks," Pan started.
"Pan, I was just thinking." Trunks said at the same moment. The two faced eachother with identical smirks.
_____________________ Hmmmm, just what are they thinking!? Heehee, I know! 2am! Sugar high! Anyone listen to Relient K? Hahahahaha R&R.
hahahahahaha