Just to get close to you.
Author's Notes: I just felt like writing a one shot deal, while I was working on my other stories. The song lyrics will be capitalized. I don't know maybe I'll add more later. Just let me know if I should continue this. I also wanted to state that I don't know dada about the flu. I've never had it, nor have I've been sick from it. So if something's wrong with the flu part, I give my sincerest apologies.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to somebody that's not me. The song belongs to the Commodores. Yes. I love the Commodores. They take me back, way back. They take me back to the time where love meant love, and they take me back to a time where a man knew how to treat a woman. (The right way.) Pop in a CD, and listen to what Lionel was trying to say.
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR A MOMENT, WELL JUST FOR A HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. OH WELL AH BABY YEAH.
It was another stormy night, and I could do nothing but stare out of my window as the rain fell down. It was nights like this that I wished that I were anywhere but here. I hated feeling like a prisoner in my own home. No correction. I was still living in my parent's home, and how old was I?
I was 41 years old, and yet I still lived with my parents. Some people would call me crazy, but where else could I go. Here I was almost 50, and I still lived with my aging parents. Even my baby sister had moved out and had married Uub.
Marriage. My mom would always harass me about grandchildren and the likes, well up until Bra had her daughter Breanna. Now I just get harassed about my job performance. I think that my mother has given up on the notion that I was ever going to settle down. I know it breaks her heart. It breaks mine as well.
I too long to share my life with that one special person whose going to love me through every up and down that life throws at us. It's just the fact that I can't seem find a good suitable woman that's willing to do anything and everything for me. Sure they chase me around, batting their eyes, and shaking their hips. Still they don't love me, just the things that I can offer. Materialistic pleasures is what I call it, and it's a damn shame that's all I seem to be any good for.
YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MANY CHANGES IN MY LIFE GIRL. AW I'VE BEEN UP REAL HIGH WHERE I THOUGHT THAT I DIDN'T NEED ANYBODY. AW AND THEN AGAIN I'VE BEEN DOWN REAL LOW WHERE. THERE WAS NO ONE IN MY LIFE THAT NEEDED ME. AW I FOUND THAT MATERIAL THINGS, I THOUGHT HAD SO MUCH VALUE. AW GIRL DIDN'T REALLY HAVE ANY VALUE AT ALL.
I guess I wouldn't be so depressed if I wasn't as sick as a dog. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Saiyan's never get sick. I don't know who told you that load of bull wash, because here I am sick with the flu. I must of tried everything to get out of this house, out of this bed, but Mommy won't let me. She's been persistently feeding me soup and medicine all day long, up until I pissed her off.
Let's just say she was wearing a nice little number when she came in here, and then she left wearing chunky noodles with a hint of green peas when she left. Now don't think my mom would let me to get away with such insolence. Nope. As payback my mother slapped the doohickey out of me. I don't care what anybody says, but it's my belief that my mother can hit harder than my dad. And as if that wasn't payment enough my mother decided that she was going to punish me further by not feeding me anything else.
So now I was sick, bored, cranky, and hungry. I've been holed up in this room for sixteen days, and not one person has come to visit me, save my best friend Goten, and his niece Pan. Goten normally stays for only about ten minutes, and then he's gone again to meet another date for the night. Pan on the other hand stays with me for hours, until either she or I fall asleep. I can remember asking her if she was even concerned by the fact that she could get sick too. She just gave me a funny look, and said that she would rather get sick with me than to get sick with somebody else. To this day I don't know what she meant by that, but I was just glad to know that there was at least one person that cared about me.
I walked over to my bed, and I sat down on the edge of the king sized bed. I hastily removed my shirt because it suddenly became extremely hot. I threw the offending shirt on the ground, and I lay down. I quickly closed my eyes, and listened to the loud rumblings of my stomach. I could go downstairs to get something to eat, but I didn't want to risk my mother's wraith. So I lay there until I finally fell asleep.
After hours of sleep, I was awakened by the sweet smell of food. I opened my eyes, and noticed that there were at least five plates of food on a cart on the left side of my bed. I glanced around my room, to see if I my mother was in the room. I had wanted to apologize for my prudent behavior. However, to my displeasure the room was empty. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was 2:30 in the morning. I also noticed that the window was opened, and that a nice cool breezed came through the open windows. I guess my mother noticed that I was sweating up a storm.
I slowly sat up, and I grabbed the first plate that my hand came in contact with. I began eating like there was no tomorrow. After two seconds all five plates were emptied. Even though the food was cold it served its purpose of feeding this hungry Saiyan well. Now the only thing left to do was to go and use the little men's room. I swung my legs over the right side of the bed, and I prepared to stand up. However, my feet felt a lumpy warm form underneath them, and I quickly raised my feet back up into the air. I peered over my bed, and I noticed that the warm form on the floor was Pan. She looked so cute, curled up in the fetal position. I carefully stepped out of my bed, and walked around her to see her face. Her long raven hair was hiding her face, and so I carefully placed my hands in her hair and brushed it behind her ear. Even this small ministration wasn't enough to wake her up. She could practically sleep through anything. So I gently lifted her in my arms, and placed her in my bed. I could do nothing but stare at her, and wonder what did I do to ever deserve a friend like her. She's truly something special.
THERE WAS A LONELY MAN. A MAN WITH NO DIRECTION, WITH NO PURPOSE. WITH NO ONE TO LOVE AND NO ONE TO LOVE ME, FOR ME. AW GIRL THEN YOU, THEN YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE. YOU MADE MY JAGGED EDGES SMOOTH. YOU MADE MY DIRECTION SO CLEAR AND YOU AW WOMAN. YOU BECAME MY PURPOSE MY REASONS FOR LIVING GIRL.
All previous thoughts about my little bathroom break were abandoned, as I continued to stare at the 27-year-old woman in front of me. When did she grow up? It seems like only yesterday when I was helping her mother change her diapers. Now I gaze upon a woman, who like me is still living with her parents and unmarried. I wonder why she hasn't settled down yet. I'm sure she has literally tons of men knocking down her door.
Even though I wouldn't normally mention this, and especially in Pan's face, but she's grown up to be gorgeous. Beautiful. So why is she still single? I don't know. Maybe she's like me. Maybe she's waiting for that special man to come and sweep her off her feet, just like I'm waiting for that special woman to sweep me off of mine. I guess that's why I had always admired Pan. We're so alike it's almost scary, but then again I guess that's why we're best friends.
Suddenly my sickness is catching up with me once again. I'm suddenly sleepy, and I had an overwhelming case of nausea come over me. I sat in the lounge chair that was facing my bed. I sat there momentarily dazed and confused, but I still couldn't tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me. Soon I was back in la-la land, and I was asleep in minutes.
After a few hours of deep slumber, I was suddenly aware of the cool towel pressed against my neck. I was so hot that I virtually felt like I was standing on the sun. My discomfort was obvious, as I thrashed my head from side to side. It seemed like I couldn't get cooled off at all. It was so hot. Suddenly I felt a pair of tiny hands embrace my face, and I took this time to open up my eyes. I was immediately drowned in a pool of black orbs, which seemed to calm my troubled soul. For a brief second I forgot that I was sick. I forgot all my troubles, and I could only concentrate on the beautiful black orbs that were before me. If only she wasn't 14 years younger than me, then maybe just maybe. Naw I must be suffering from delusion or something, but still it would be nice. Why does she care so much anyway?
YOU SEE YOU'RE MY HEART, YOU'RE SOUL. YOU'RE MY STONE INSPIRATION. BABY OH THAT'S WHY I'M STANDING HERE SINGING. AND OPENING MY ARMS TO YOU. I WANNA SAY CHILD WHY DON'T YOU. TAKE MY HAND AND WE'LL LIVE IN LOVE FOREVER. YEAH TAKE MY HAND OOH, WE'LL BE ALONE YOU AND ME YEAH.
TAKE MY HAND GIRL. WE'LL LIVE OUR LIVES TOGETHER YEAH TOGETHER. TOGETHER YEAH TOGETHER. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR THE MOMENT BABY, JUST FOR AN HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL, HEY, OOH.
I swear those eyes are going to be the death of me.
"What are doing out of your bed?" Pan asked.
"You were on the floor."
"And you're sick."
"You were cold."
"I'm the last thing that you should be thinking about Trunks." Pan said with a look of annoyance written all over her face.
"And yet I can't help myself." He said so softly that even Saiyan ears couldn't hear it.
"What'd you say?"
The feeling of nausea came back in full force, and once again Trunks mind was on his illness.
"I said that I think I'm going to be sick."
Pan made a mad dash to get the small wastebasket from the side of the bed, and then she ran back to Trunk's side. She raised the trashcan under his chin, and soon after he threw up the remains of his lunch. After that was done, he leaned back in his chair. He could feel some dribble fall down his chin, but all he could think about was how hot it was.
Pan looked Trunks and immediately wiped his chin with the wet towel. She picked up the trashcan, and took it to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. When she came back to Trunks side, she noticed that he was panting wildly. A fit of panic surged through her body, and she quickly grabbed his face once again.
"Trunks!! What's wrong? Trunks come on talk to me!!"
"I'm hot!!"
"We need to get you cooled down. Do you feel like taking a bath? I can get the water ready for you."
"No I'm just tired."
"I don't understand. Your mother told me that you had the flu. I don't understand why you're throwing up."
"You'd throw up too if you ate my mom's cooking. That was my mom's cooking right?"
"If you weren't sick, I'd throttle you. Now get up, and let's get you back to bed."
"Promise." Trunks said as he gave an evil smirk.
"Don't make me threaten you with your mother's cooking again buster."
"All right, I'll stop."
Pan leaned down and placed her arms under my arms, and helped me to my feet. I stood up shaking, and had to lean on Pan to prevent myself from falling. My legs felt like rubber, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I should be thankful for this girl standing right by my side. I would've preferred if she left, because I didn't want her to get sick behind me.
"Pan you should leave."
Why'd I say that? Pan unceremoniously threw me down on the bed, and I landed on my back as pain enveloped my entire body like never before.
"How could you sit there and tell me that! I'm here because I want to be, and you have the nerve to.."
"I don't want you to get sick." Trunks interrupted.
"That's still not an excuse Trunks. You make it sound as if you don't want me here."
"I don't want you here, if that means that you're going get sick."
"I'm not worried about that. Why are you?"
"Because I care!!" I yelled out.
"I care." I said even more softly, but she still heard every word.
I'VE BEEN OUT THERE SEARCHING SO VERY LONG BABY. SEARCHING TO FIND SOMEBODY JUST LIKE YOU. AND FOR SOME FOLKS IT TAKES A LIFETIME SUGAR. TO FIND IN THIS WORLD THEIR DREAM COME TRUE. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE MY HAND. OH, WE'LL LIVE IN LOVE FOREVER YEAH. TAKE MY HAND GIRL, WE'LL BE ALONE YOU AND ME. TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL SPEND OUR LIVES TOGETHER. TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER.
The room was filled with complete silence, and we both were at a loss for things to say. I stared at Pan, and she stared at her feet. It took a matter of minutes for me to notice the lone silver tear roll down her cheeks. I could've just died when I saw that teardrop fall, because I knew that I was the cause of it.
I sat upright in my bed, and then I stood up. My legs were still sore and stiff, but I somehow managed to make my way over to her. Once I made it over to her, I waited for her to look at me, or to even acknowledge my presence. She made no attempt to move, so I cupped her face with my hands forcing her to look at me. I gazed into her obsidian eyes, and I somehow became entrapped in them. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even if I wanted to.
"I don't want you to get sick."
Her tears continued to fall.
"Someone needs to help you, and I know that your mom is still mad at you. You can't get better all on your own. You need someone Trunks, and if I get sick helping you then I know that I've done my part."
"I don't want you to get sick. Why can't you understand that?"
"You can't do this alone."
"I don't need your pity Pan!"
"I'm not doing this out of pity Trunks."
"Then why are you doing this Pan?"
"Because you need my help."
I noticed that she looked away from me when she said that last statement. I also know that whenever she avoids eye contact with me, then she's normally hiding something from me.
"Pan there's only two things that I need right now, and your help isn't one of them."
I'll admit that sounded a little harsh, and I quickly noticed the anger in her eyes. I've seen it enough times to know that I was seconds away from getting the crap beaten out of me, but I still held her chin firmly in my hands.
"Then why am I even here then huh? You clearly don't need or want my help. Please tell me what you need, and maybe just maybe I can actually be of some real service to you."
"The first thing I need is for you to leave. I don't want you sick. Saiyan's can't handle the flu like normal people. Trust me it's ten times worse. Just go. Please, for both of our sakes."
"So what else do you need? You said that there were two things that you needed. So what is it huh? Let me guess. You'd rather have someone like Marron or Christy to wait on you hand and foot right. That way you can ogle them all you want, but with me you just want me out of the picture when all I'm trying to do is help you get better. Is that what you need? Then I guess I have no choice but to grant you your wish. I'm going home."
Pan snatched her face away from my hands, and she walked towards the door snatching up her purse from the floor. I couldn't let her leave thinking that I didn't want or need her help.
"Pan.wait!!"
She turned around to face me again, and I noticed that the tears on her face were still prevalent indicating that she was still in fact crying.
"What do you need now Trunks?" She shouted back to me.
"I need you!"
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR THE MOMENT, JUST FOR THE HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. I NEED YOU BABY.
Her eyes were wide at that statement, and she dropped her purse onto the floor. At that moment I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and so I slowly made my way over to her. I'll admit it was a painful journey on my part, but it was a journey that I had to take. She stared at me in shock, or at least I think it was shock. Her eyes stayed connected to mine as I made my way over to her. Soon I found myself toe to toe with her, and our lips were inches apart.
"You can't tell me stuff like that, and don't mean it." She said looking at the ground again.
I grabbed her face again, and I forced her to look at me straight in the eyes. "But I do mean it. Every..single..word." I pulled her closer with every word that I spoke, and then I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was everything that I thought it would be, and I was able to discern that this woman in my arms was in love with me. When did that happen? I guess I'll never know, but right now my mind is on other important matters. After about five minutes of heavy lip locking, Pan pulled away from the embrace. We were both a little winded, and soon I began to sway back and forth on my feet. Pan immediately took notice of this, and slid her arms around my waist.
"Come on. Let's get you to bed."
"You keep saying that. Keep it up, and I might just have to take you up on that offer.
She led me to the bed, and helped me get settled in.
"Why not?"
She said it so softly that I almost didn't hear it.
"Why not?" I chuckled.
There was an innocent shyness about her, when she made her way over to my bed. She slowly removed her shirt, and climbed in the bed with me. I gazed into her eyes, and I knew that I had found the one thing that I was missing in my life. Who knew that it would turn out to be a woman that I babysat.
"You could get sick."
"Or pregnant."
"I wouldn't care." I said nonchalantly.
Oops. There's that look again. OMPH!! She actually hit me that time.
"You'd better care buster!!"
"I wasn't finished talking."
"Then finish, and it better be good."
"I was just going to say that I wouldn't care if you got pregnant, because I want to marry you anyways."
"You want to marry me after only one kiss?"
"No I want to marry you because I've known you for a lifetime, and I know for a fact that I'm in love with you. It may have taken a few years for me to get my act together, but you've been by side since forever. And now I want to be by your side forever as your husband. That's if you'll have me?"
"You know I really think this flu is making you delusional, but who am I to pass up a good opportunity like this?"
"So is that a yes?"
"Yeah Mr. Briefs, it's a yes."
"Well Mrs. Briefs tomorrow we'll go ring shopping, as for now."
"Shut up and kiss me you idiot."
TO MAKE LOVE, TO BE LOVED BY YOU BABY TO HAVE YOUR WARM BODY CLOSE TO MINE TO WHISPER WORDS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A WOMAN GIRL I KNOW OUR LOVE WILL STAND THE TEST OF TIME JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL
I know that it's love, and it took a woman 14 years my junior to make me realize what love really is. I now know that I, Trunks Vegeta Briefs am finally in love. Let's not forget sick as a ah...ah...achooooo...dog." I just hope Pan doesn't get sick behind me, because I just have a feeling that I would be the one playing the nurse. Or should I say doctor? Well I guess that wouldn't be too bad.
FOR THE MOMENT BABY, FOR THE MOMENT BABY. FOR THE MOMENT BABY. FOR THE SUGAR, SUGAR, YEAH, YEAH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. MY ARMS ARE STILL BURNING GIRL. YA GOT ME YEARNING FOR YOUR LOVE. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
"Pan?"
She woke up and placed her head on my bare chest.
"Mmmm?"
"I love you." I said as I gazed into her eyes. I also noticed the tiny smile that crept onto her beautiful face.
"I love you ah..ah..achoo...too."
Darn it! I knew she was going to get sick.
That's it for this story. Do you guys think I should write more about Pan and her being sick or just leave it? I also don't do lemons, so I won't go into the gory details. So just let me know. Laters.
Author's Notes: I just felt like writing a one shot deal, while I was working on my other stories. The song lyrics will be capitalized. I don't know maybe I'll add more later. Just let me know if I should continue this. I also wanted to state that I don't know dada about the flu. I've never had it, nor have I've been sick from it. So if something's wrong with the flu part, I give my sincerest apologies.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to somebody that's not me. The song belongs to the Commodores. Yes. I love the Commodores. They take me back, way back. They take me back to the time where love meant love, and they take me back to a time where a man knew how to treat a woman. (The right way.) Pop in a CD, and listen to what Lionel was trying to say.
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR A MOMENT, WELL JUST FOR A HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. OH WELL AH BABY YEAH.
It was another stormy night, and I could do nothing but stare out of my window as the rain fell down. It was nights like this that I wished that I were anywhere but here. I hated feeling like a prisoner in my own home. No correction. I was still living in my parent's home, and how old was I?
I was 41 years old, and yet I still lived with my parents. Some people would call me crazy, but where else could I go. Here I was almost 50, and I still lived with my aging parents. Even my baby sister had moved out and had married Uub.
Marriage. My mom would always harass me about grandchildren and the likes, well up until Bra had her daughter Breanna. Now I just get harassed about my job performance. I think that my mother has given up on the notion that I was ever going to settle down. I know it breaks her heart. It breaks mine as well.
I too long to share my life with that one special person whose going to love me through every up and down that life throws at us. It's just the fact that I can't seem find a good suitable woman that's willing to do anything and everything for me. Sure they chase me around, batting their eyes, and shaking their hips. Still they don't love me, just the things that I can offer. Materialistic pleasures is what I call it, and it's a damn shame that's all I seem to be any good for.
YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MANY CHANGES IN MY LIFE GIRL. AW I'VE BEEN UP REAL HIGH WHERE I THOUGHT THAT I DIDN'T NEED ANYBODY. AW AND THEN AGAIN I'VE BEEN DOWN REAL LOW WHERE. THERE WAS NO ONE IN MY LIFE THAT NEEDED ME. AW I FOUND THAT MATERIAL THINGS, I THOUGHT HAD SO MUCH VALUE. AW GIRL DIDN'T REALLY HAVE ANY VALUE AT ALL.
I guess I wouldn't be so depressed if I wasn't as sick as a dog. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Saiyan's never get sick. I don't know who told you that load of bull wash, because here I am sick with the flu. I must of tried everything to get out of this house, out of this bed, but Mommy won't let me. She's been persistently feeding me soup and medicine all day long, up until I pissed her off.
Let's just say she was wearing a nice little number when she came in here, and then she left wearing chunky noodles with a hint of green peas when she left. Now don't think my mom would let me to get away with such insolence. Nope. As payback my mother slapped the doohickey out of me. I don't care what anybody says, but it's my belief that my mother can hit harder than my dad. And as if that wasn't payment enough my mother decided that she was going to punish me further by not feeding me anything else.
So now I was sick, bored, cranky, and hungry. I've been holed up in this room for sixteen days, and not one person has come to visit me, save my best friend Goten, and his niece Pan. Goten normally stays for only about ten minutes, and then he's gone again to meet another date for the night. Pan on the other hand stays with me for hours, until either she or I fall asleep. I can remember asking her if she was even concerned by the fact that she could get sick too. She just gave me a funny look, and said that she would rather get sick with me than to get sick with somebody else. To this day I don't know what she meant by that, but I was just glad to know that there was at least one person that cared about me.
I walked over to my bed, and I sat down on the edge of the king sized bed. I hastily removed my shirt because it suddenly became extremely hot. I threw the offending shirt on the ground, and I lay down. I quickly closed my eyes, and listened to the loud rumblings of my stomach. I could go downstairs to get something to eat, but I didn't want to risk my mother's wraith. So I lay there until I finally fell asleep.
After hours of sleep, I was awakened by the sweet smell of food. I opened my eyes, and noticed that there were at least five plates of food on a cart on the left side of my bed. I glanced around my room, to see if I my mother was in the room. I had wanted to apologize for my prudent behavior. However, to my displeasure the room was empty. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was 2:30 in the morning. I also noticed that the window was opened, and that a nice cool breezed came through the open windows. I guess my mother noticed that I was sweating up a storm.
I slowly sat up, and I grabbed the first plate that my hand came in contact with. I began eating like there was no tomorrow. After two seconds all five plates were emptied. Even though the food was cold it served its purpose of feeding this hungry Saiyan well. Now the only thing left to do was to go and use the little men's room. I swung my legs over the right side of the bed, and I prepared to stand up. However, my feet felt a lumpy warm form underneath them, and I quickly raised my feet back up into the air. I peered over my bed, and I noticed that the warm form on the floor was Pan. She looked so cute, curled up in the fetal position. I carefully stepped out of my bed, and walked around her to see her face. Her long raven hair was hiding her face, and so I carefully placed my hands in her hair and brushed it behind her ear. Even this small ministration wasn't enough to wake her up. She could practically sleep through anything. So I gently lifted her in my arms, and placed her in my bed. I could do nothing but stare at her, and wonder what did I do to ever deserve a friend like her. She's truly something special.
THERE WAS A LONELY MAN. A MAN WITH NO DIRECTION, WITH NO PURPOSE. WITH NO ONE TO LOVE AND NO ONE TO LOVE ME, FOR ME. AW GIRL THEN YOU, THEN YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE. YOU MADE MY JAGGED EDGES SMOOTH. YOU MADE MY DIRECTION SO CLEAR AND YOU AW WOMAN. YOU BECAME MY PURPOSE MY REASONS FOR LIVING GIRL.
All previous thoughts about my little bathroom break were abandoned, as I continued to stare at the 27-year-old woman in front of me. When did she grow up? It seems like only yesterday when I was helping her mother change her diapers. Now I gaze upon a woman, who like me is still living with her parents and unmarried. I wonder why she hasn't settled down yet. I'm sure she has literally tons of men knocking down her door.
Even though I wouldn't normally mention this, and especially in Pan's face, but she's grown up to be gorgeous. Beautiful. So why is she still single? I don't know. Maybe she's like me. Maybe she's waiting for that special man to come and sweep her off her feet, just like I'm waiting for that special woman to sweep me off of mine. I guess that's why I had always admired Pan. We're so alike it's almost scary, but then again I guess that's why we're best friends.
Suddenly my sickness is catching up with me once again. I'm suddenly sleepy, and I had an overwhelming case of nausea come over me. I sat in the lounge chair that was facing my bed. I sat there momentarily dazed and confused, but I still couldn't tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me. Soon I was back in la-la land, and I was asleep in minutes.
After a few hours of deep slumber, I was suddenly aware of the cool towel pressed against my neck. I was so hot that I virtually felt like I was standing on the sun. My discomfort was obvious, as I thrashed my head from side to side. It seemed like I couldn't get cooled off at all. It was so hot. Suddenly I felt a pair of tiny hands embrace my face, and I took this time to open up my eyes. I was immediately drowned in a pool of black orbs, which seemed to calm my troubled soul. For a brief second I forgot that I was sick. I forgot all my troubles, and I could only concentrate on the beautiful black orbs that were before me. If only she wasn't 14 years younger than me, then maybe just maybe. Naw I must be suffering from delusion or something, but still it would be nice. Why does she care so much anyway?
YOU SEE YOU'RE MY HEART, YOU'RE SOUL. YOU'RE MY STONE INSPIRATION. BABY OH THAT'S WHY I'M STANDING HERE SINGING. AND OPENING MY ARMS TO YOU. I WANNA SAY CHILD WHY DON'T YOU. TAKE MY HAND AND WE'LL LIVE IN LOVE FOREVER. YEAH TAKE MY HAND OOH, WE'LL BE ALONE YOU AND ME YEAH.
TAKE MY HAND GIRL. WE'LL LIVE OUR LIVES TOGETHER YEAH TOGETHER. TOGETHER YEAH TOGETHER. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR THE MOMENT BABY, JUST FOR AN HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL, HEY, OOH.
I swear those eyes are going to be the death of me.
"What are doing out of your bed?" Pan asked.
"You were on the floor."
"And you're sick."
"You were cold."
"I'm the last thing that you should be thinking about Trunks." Pan said with a look of annoyance written all over her face.
"And yet I can't help myself." He said so softly that even Saiyan ears couldn't hear it.
"What'd you say?"
The feeling of nausea came back in full force, and once again Trunks mind was on his illness.
"I said that I think I'm going to be sick."
Pan made a mad dash to get the small wastebasket from the side of the bed, and then she ran back to Trunk's side. She raised the trashcan under his chin, and soon after he threw up the remains of his lunch. After that was done, he leaned back in his chair. He could feel some dribble fall down his chin, but all he could think about was how hot it was.
Pan looked Trunks and immediately wiped his chin with the wet towel. She picked up the trashcan, and took it to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. When she came back to Trunks side, she noticed that he was panting wildly. A fit of panic surged through her body, and she quickly grabbed his face once again.
"Trunks!! What's wrong? Trunks come on talk to me!!"
"I'm hot!!"
"We need to get you cooled down. Do you feel like taking a bath? I can get the water ready for you."
"No I'm just tired."
"I don't understand. Your mother told me that you had the flu. I don't understand why you're throwing up."
"You'd throw up too if you ate my mom's cooking. That was my mom's cooking right?"
"If you weren't sick, I'd throttle you. Now get up, and let's get you back to bed."
"Promise." Trunks said as he gave an evil smirk.
"Don't make me threaten you with your mother's cooking again buster."
"All right, I'll stop."
Pan leaned down and placed her arms under my arms, and helped me to my feet. I stood up shaking, and had to lean on Pan to prevent myself from falling. My legs felt like rubber, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I should be thankful for this girl standing right by my side. I would've preferred if she left, because I didn't want her to get sick behind me.
"Pan you should leave."
Why'd I say that? Pan unceremoniously threw me down on the bed, and I landed on my back as pain enveloped my entire body like never before.
"How could you sit there and tell me that! I'm here because I want to be, and you have the nerve to.."
"I don't want you to get sick." Trunks interrupted.
"That's still not an excuse Trunks. You make it sound as if you don't want me here."
"I don't want you here, if that means that you're going get sick."
"I'm not worried about that. Why are you?"
"Because I care!!" I yelled out.
"I care." I said even more softly, but she still heard every word.
I'VE BEEN OUT THERE SEARCHING SO VERY LONG BABY. SEARCHING TO FIND SOMEBODY JUST LIKE YOU. AND FOR SOME FOLKS IT TAKES A LIFETIME SUGAR. TO FIND IN THIS WORLD THEIR DREAM COME TRUE. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE MY HAND. OH, WE'LL LIVE IN LOVE FOREVER YEAH. TAKE MY HAND GIRL, WE'LL BE ALONE YOU AND ME. TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL SPEND OUR LIVES TOGETHER. TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER.
The room was filled with complete silence, and we both were at a loss for things to say. I stared at Pan, and she stared at her feet. It took a matter of minutes for me to notice the lone silver tear roll down her cheeks. I could've just died when I saw that teardrop fall, because I knew that I was the cause of it.
I sat upright in my bed, and then I stood up. My legs were still sore and stiff, but I somehow managed to make my way over to her. Once I made it over to her, I waited for her to look at me, or to even acknowledge my presence. She made no attempt to move, so I cupped her face with my hands forcing her to look at me. I gazed into her obsidian eyes, and I somehow became entrapped in them. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even if I wanted to.
"I don't want you to get sick."
Her tears continued to fall.
"Someone needs to help you, and I know that your mom is still mad at you. You can't get better all on your own. You need someone Trunks, and if I get sick helping you then I know that I've done my part."
"I don't want you to get sick. Why can't you understand that?"
"You can't do this alone."
"I don't need your pity Pan!"
"I'm not doing this out of pity Trunks."
"Then why are you doing this Pan?"
"Because you need my help."
I noticed that she looked away from me when she said that last statement. I also know that whenever she avoids eye contact with me, then she's normally hiding something from me.
"Pan there's only two things that I need right now, and your help isn't one of them."
I'll admit that sounded a little harsh, and I quickly noticed the anger in her eyes. I've seen it enough times to know that I was seconds away from getting the crap beaten out of me, but I still held her chin firmly in my hands.
"Then why am I even here then huh? You clearly don't need or want my help. Please tell me what you need, and maybe just maybe I can actually be of some real service to you."
"The first thing I need is for you to leave. I don't want you sick. Saiyan's can't handle the flu like normal people. Trust me it's ten times worse. Just go. Please, for both of our sakes."
"So what else do you need? You said that there were two things that you needed. So what is it huh? Let me guess. You'd rather have someone like Marron or Christy to wait on you hand and foot right. That way you can ogle them all you want, but with me you just want me out of the picture when all I'm trying to do is help you get better. Is that what you need? Then I guess I have no choice but to grant you your wish. I'm going home."
Pan snatched her face away from my hands, and she walked towards the door snatching up her purse from the floor. I couldn't let her leave thinking that I didn't want or need her help.
"Pan.wait!!"
She turned around to face me again, and I noticed that the tears on her face were still prevalent indicating that she was still in fact crying.
"What do you need now Trunks?" She shouted back to me.
"I need you!"
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. JUST FOR THE MOMENT, JUST FOR THE HOUR. JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL. I NEED YOU BABY.
Her eyes were wide at that statement, and she dropped her purse onto the floor. At that moment I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and so I slowly made my way over to her. I'll admit it was a painful journey on my part, but it was a journey that I had to take. She stared at me in shock, or at least I think it was shock. Her eyes stayed connected to mine as I made my way over to her. Soon I found myself toe to toe with her, and our lips were inches apart.
"You can't tell me stuff like that, and don't mean it." She said looking at the ground again.
I grabbed her face again, and I forced her to look at me straight in the eyes. "But I do mean it. Every..single..word." I pulled her closer with every word that I spoke, and then I pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was everything that I thought it would be, and I was able to discern that this woman in my arms was in love with me. When did that happen? I guess I'll never know, but right now my mind is on other important matters. After about five minutes of heavy lip locking, Pan pulled away from the embrace. We were both a little winded, and soon I began to sway back and forth on my feet. Pan immediately took notice of this, and slid her arms around my waist.
"Come on. Let's get you to bed."
"You keep saying that. Keep it up, and I might just have to take you up on that offer.
She led me to the bed, and helped me get settled in.
"Why not?"
She said it so softly that I almost didn't hear it.
"Why not?" I chuckled.
There was an innocent shyness about her, when she made her way over to my bed. She slowly removed her shirt, and climbed in the bed with me. I gazed into her eyes, and I knew that I had found the one thing that I was missing in my life. Who knew that it would turn out to be a woman that I babysat.
"You could get sick."
"Or pregnant."
"I wouldn't care." I said nonchalantly.
Oops. There's that look again. OMPH!! She actually hit me that time.
"You'd better care buster!!"
"I wasn't finished talking."
"Then finish, and it better be good."
"I was just going to say that I wouldn't care if you got pregnant, because I want to marry you anyways."
"You want to marry me after only one kiss?"
"No I want to marry you because I've known you for a lifetime, and I know for a fact that I'm in love with you. It may have taken a few years for me to get my act together, but you've been by side since forever. And now I want to be by your side forever as your husband. That's if you'll have me?"
"You know I really think this flu is making you delusional, but who am I to pass up a good opportunity like this?"
"So is that a yes?"
"Yeah Mr. Briefs, it's a yes."
"Well Mrs. Briefs tomorrow we'll go ring shopping, as for now."
"Shut up and kiss me you idiot."
TO MAKE LOVE, TO BE LOVED BY YOU BABY TO HAVE YOUR WARM BODY CLOSE TO MINE TO WHISPER WORDS THAT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A WOMAN GIRL I KNOW OUR LOVE WILL STAND THE TEST OF TIME JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU GIRL
I know that it's love, and it took a woman 14 years my junior to make me realize what love really is. I now know that I, Trunks Vegeta Briefs am finally in love. Let's not forget sick as a ah...ah...achooooo...dog." I just hope Pan doesn't get sick behind me, because I just have a feeling that I would be the one playing the nurse. Or should I say doctor? Well I guess that wouldn't be too bad.
FOR THE MOMENT BABY, FOR THE MOMENT BABY. FOR THE MOMENT BABY. FOR THE SUGAR, SUGAR, YEAH, YEAH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH. MY ARMS ARE STILL BURNING GIRL. YA GOT ME YEARNING FOR YOUR LOVE. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
"Pan?"
She woke up and placed her head on my bare chest.
"Mmmm?"
"I love you." I said as I gazed into her eyes. I also noticed the tiny smile that crept onto her beautiful face.
"I love you ah..ah..achoo...too."
Darn it! I knew she was going to get sick.
That's it for this story. Do you guys think I should write more about Pan and her being sick or just leave it? I also don't do lemons, so I won't go into the gory details. So just let me know. Laters.