Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor did I have anything to do with creation of it…blahblahblah…you get the drift right?
This is my first fic, so tell me everything you think about it! If it sucks, please tell me!
The ages aren't according to the original DBZ. Trunks= 23, Pan= 21, Goten= 22, Bra= 20.
My Girl
Chapter One: When We First Met…
This is how we met years ago. It's hard to believe, but it was. And it's hard to think that we haven't met again. She was great. Love and hell are alike. The girl I loved would yell at me heaps. But she still loved me and treated me with care…sometimes. Where is she now when I need her?
The fluorescent lights in the club flashed brightly and swayed from side to side. The DJ was mixing songs together and people were pushing against each other. Trunks sat at the bar, having a drink by himself and chatting to the bartender.
"So, Trunks, what have you been up to lately? Any new girls in your life?" the bartender asked.
"Not yet Jerry, I just broke up with Julie last month. I doubt I'm ready for another girl like her."
"You sure? I mean, I bet there's got about hundred girls reserving themselves just for you."
"Go back to serving those customers Jerry." Trunks turned his back on Jerry and stared at the crowd. He noticed Julie sitting with another guy and making herself sexually appealing to the man. "The poor boy doesn't know what he's in for." Trunks laughed and sipped his vodka.
Trunks finished his vodka and left the club. He'd lost his license thanks to Julie getting him so drunk and had to catch a train back to apartment now.
"One way to Bradley Point." Trunks told the lady. He got his ticket and ran for the approaching train. He felt a little light headed and figured that after two vodka's you'd most likely end up like this, even with an extremely high alcohol tolerance.
He looked around him and saw another girl he'd seen at the club. She was worse off than him. The girl looked at him and turned back, knocking her head on the pole. An elderly woman with a walking stick searched for a seat and Trunks wondered, I wonder which one needs a seat more…the drunk girl that'll end up with a giant bruise on her head or the poor old woman who's hunchback will just get worse if she walks like that.
The girl glared at the two students that were making out on the train and walked up to them. "Hey! You two! You students?"
The boy looked at her. "Yeah, you want some? Cause if you do, you'll just have to wait your turn." He gave her the rude finger and the girl giggled.
"Get off your fat arse and let the old woman sit down. Next time you hire a prostitute, make sure you take her home before you do anything will you?"
The girl's eyes slimmed and she stood up. "You bitch! Just because-"
"Good girl, now you try boy. It's your turn. Or did your mamma never teach you? Well, by the looks of your size, she probably never did. I can already guess that you have ten rolls of fat underneath the oversized t-shirt of yours."
The boy went red in the face and stood up. He dragged the screaming girl away with him and changed carriages. Trunks laughed and watched the old woman sit down. The girl stayed where she was and swayed gently, as if rocking herself to sleep.
Trunks stared at the girl for a few minutes and noticed that she was about to throw up. The poor old woman! Should I do something? Trunks smiled and shook his head. The girl swallowed what was about to come up and suddenly his stomach lurched. Gross! Absolutely sick! The girl smiled to herself and closed her eyes. Then she blew. Puke went everywhere, most of it landing on the old woman.
The old woman sat, shocked and looked up at the girl. "You stupid fool! You're drunk!" she cried. In response, the girl threw up some more and stepped back. She turned around and found the she was facing Trunks. Shit. She's gonna throw up on me now. Trunks stood back. The girl came towards him and grabbed his arm. She smiled at him. "Hey there darling." The girl collapsed on the floor.
The old woman turned to Trunks. "GET THIS OFF ME!"
Trunks looked at the girl on the floor and the old lady. "I don't know her."
"SHE'S DRUNK! YOU LET HER GET DRUNK!"
"But I don't know her."
"SHE CALLED YOU DARLING. NOW GET THIS OFF ME!"
Trunks didn't argue any further and took some tissues from his bag. "Uh…here…clean yourself." Trunks turned away.
"And pick up that girl of yours and take her home. Look after her next time!"
Trunks was about to say that he didn't know her but the old woman had already left. Now what Trunks? He sighed and picked up the girl
"Next stop Bradley Point." The overhead speaker sounded. Trunks grunted under the weight of the girl and waited for the doors to open. As soon as the train stopped, Trunks ran out and waited for everyone to have left the platform. Now I can leave this girl here and have nothing to do with her ever again. She's quite pretty. He left the girl on a bench and walked down the platform stairs. Now I feel guilty. And what's that girl gonna do? She could get raped! Trunks turned around and went back to get the girl.
"My back!" Trunks cried when he had dumped the girl on his bed. "Ow, ow, ow!"
The girl rolled over and whacked his head with her hand. "The stupid girl!"
The next morning Trunks found that he head rolled off the couch and onto the floor. The girl kicked him and he opened his eyes. "Eh?"
"Who the hell are you?" she said, calmly and sat on the coffee table.
"What?"
"You took me here. I don't know you. I don't know where I am. I don't why I'm here. I don't know what happened. Now you're gonna tell me or I'll kill you."
"You can't kill me. I'm stronger than-" Trunks paused and watched the girl take out a butcher from behind his back. "That's my knife!"
"It's mine for now. So tell me everything." The girl sat on the table and studied her reflection in the knife.
Trunks told her the story and hoped for some kind of thanks. The girl looked at him. "You expect me to believe that I got drunk and you actually carried me back to your house because you were so kind?"
"Well, yeah." Trunks nervously ran his hand through his lavender hair.
The girl laughed and stood up. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I usually go to the café downstairs."
"Well you're eating cereal and fruit salad today. Nice and healthy."
"But-"
"NO BUT'S!" the girl yelled with a vicious and controlling power in her voice.
Trunks stared. "What's your name?"
"Pan and you're Trunks."
"Yeah. How'd you-"
The bathroom door burst open. "Good morning Trunks!" Goten said wearing a towel around his waist. "You didn't come back till pretty late last night…woah. You look completely wasted!" Goten laughed and looked up to see Pan standing in the kitchen.
"Hi. I'm Pan."
"I'm Goten. Are you and Trunks going out? How come you never told me Trunks?"
"We're not going out. We just met!" Trunks said.
"Right. I get it. So she's your 'one-night stand', eh?"
"No!" Trunks and Pan said in chorus.
"So you slept with each other, and NOW you're gonna start dating?" Goten asked.
"No!" the two cried again.
"Now I'm confused." Goten scratched his head and walked to his room muttering to himself. "So if they aren't going out and…"
"What cereal do you like?" Pan asked, as if nothing had happened.
"I like Coco Pops or Frostie Flakes."
"Well, now you're going to eat Just Right!" Pan glared at him. "You don't even have Just Right. Go and buy some."
"Then I might as well go and buy breakfast!"
"No time for that. I have classes at 2 today. It's already 11." Pan took out some fruit and started chopping them into pieces.
"This'll take longer." Trunks said.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Go and buy some Just Right!" Pan glared at him.
"Yes mother." Trunks mocked Pan and stood up. "I'm going to freshen up."
"Me too." Pan put down the knife and walked to the bathroom. "Oh sick. I have puke all over my top. You have anything I can borrow?"
"My sister might." Trunks went to find Bra. "Hey Bra?"
"Yeah?" Bra turned around. Bra had blue hair, unlike Trunks and a beautiful face. She had a love for shopping and knew where to get everything at cheaper prices.
"There's a girl here, called Pan. She needs to borrow some clothes."
"Pan?" Bra stood up. "Where is she?"
"In the bathroom."
Bra ran to the bathroom and opened the door to find a wet Pan wrapped in a towel. Pan screamed. "Bra?" She said. "Hey!" the two girls gave each other a hug.
"What are you doing here?" Bra asked.
"Ask your brother." Pan glared at Trunks and Trunks walked away.
"You two are going out?"
"NO!" Pan yelled.
"Alright…well, lets get you some clothes."
"I thought you lived with your other friend…Fiona."
"I did…until I moved in with Goten."
"You two are going out?"
Bra blushed and nodded her head. "Well, do you have class today?"
"Yeah, I just changed uni's."
"Again?"
"What do you mean again?"
"Isn't this the third time you've changed?"
"So I got thrown out a few times…"
Bra laughed and took Pan to her room. "So, is today your first day?"
"Yep."
"Well, you need to make a good impression." Bra studied Pan's body then opened her closet doors. Pan froze and stared at the great number of clothes in Bra's walk-in-closet.
"You wear that much?" Pan fingered the clothes.
"No. But I just like the look of it." Bra laughed and started finding clothes for Pan to wear.
After an hour, Pan came out wear a singlet top, denim jacket and a pair of cord flares. Her hair had grown out since she was little and could now be tied back, so Bra had done exactly that. "There you go Pan. Aren't I a magician?"
"I could have done this in ten minutes!" Pan rolled her eyes.
"Well, you wouldn't have gotten the same effect..."
"What effect?" Pan said.
"You'll see." Bra opened her bedroom door and took her to the lounge. "Hi Trunks!"
Trunks waved his hand though his head stayed focused on the TV screen. Bra walked in front of the TV and Trunks just moved his head and told Bra to move. Bra sighed and walked back to Pan. "Now it's your turn."
"My turn to what?" Pan said and considered ringing Trunks' neck.
"Stop him from watching TV!"
"But that's impossible…guys are like…attached to the TV. If TV's were living things, they'd marry them!"
"Correction, if it weren't against the law they'd marry a TV even if it weren't a living thing." Bra pushed Pan in front of the TV. Trunks frowned and looked up to see Pan. "Wow…Pan…you look…different."
Pan stared at Trunks. "Different?"
"You look…nice." Trunks stared at Pan and noticed how beautiful she was when she wasn't completely pissed or drunk. "You look really nice when you're not drunk or annoyed."
"Are you mocking me?"
"No!" Trunks winced.
"Good. I have class in a while. I want a lift there."
"I'll give you one."
Pan stalked off and followed Bra back to her room.
She was gorgeous. Trunks told himself.
He's quite cute when he's tidied himself up. Pan blushed at the thought.