Ok, this is a t/p fic set in Future Trunks timeline. I hope this fic isn't confusing for anyone. Anyway, review on the way out. I'd really appreciate it.
~Important~
-...- indicates thoughts
~...~ indicates bond communication (if ever necessary)
*...* indicates a flashback (if ever necessary)
(A/N:...) indicates my Author's Notes that will occasionally appear throughout the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, DBZ, or DBGT, although I'd like to. I'd be one rich ass bitch, wouldn't I?
Chapter 1
Trunks watched as Pan put her hair back with her orange bandanna and got into a fighting stance, waiting for Trunks to start the sparring match like he always did. Trunks smirked at the look that she was giving him, a look that was supposed to be intimidating, but only proved amusing to him. He still saw her as the little girl that used to follow him every where and not the 17 year old young woman that she had become.
Trunks brushed some of his lavender locks out of his eyes, and pulled out his trusty sword from it's sheath, his eyes still locked on his opponent, and got into a fighting stance of his own.
"No fair, Trunks," Pan whined, standing straight now with her arms crossed over her chest. "You can't use your sword."
"Why not?" Trunks asked, his smirk almost widening into a full smile.
"Because it's not fair, dumbass," Pan replied. "If you get to use a sword, I need one too."
"Quit whining and get over it," Trunks snapped. "All's fair on the battlefield."
Then, he charged at Pan, much to her surprise, and swiped at her with his weapon. And much to his surprise, she dodged it easily. He spun around to attack once more, but she had disappeared.
"Where the hell... Ah!" Trunks screamed. He was cut off by Pan's foot that connected with the back of his head, making him stumble a little bit, but he quickly caught his balance and once again looked for his opponent.
"Sneaky little girl..." he muttered.
Trunks put the sword back into it's sheath and powered up to a Super Saiyan, searching for her ki. He felt her ki charging at him from behind and swung around, catching her fist.
"That's not fair, Trunks," Pan complained once again. "You know I can't transform yet."
"Tough," he said.
He heaved his free hand at her face, connecting, and making her hit the ground hard, sliding on the dirt a few feet. She quickly got up and wiped the blood from her lip, charging a ball of ki in her hands.
"MASENKO!" she screamed, then heaved the blast at Trunks.
Trunks smirked and swiped the blast away, making it crash into a nearby mountain. "Not tough enough, girl."
Pan gritted her teeth and charged a Trunks, throwing a barrage of kicks and punched that he easily blocked. Somehow, Trunks managed to sneak in a kick of his own, kicking her square in the chin. Pan grunted and hit the ground hard once again. Trunks was about to fly over and start his assault once again, when he felt Pan's ki drop dramatically. He waited awhile, but noticed that she wasn't getting up soon.
- She's just toying with me.- he thought. - She's stronger than that. That little kick couldn't have hurt her too much.-
Still, she lay lifeless in the dirt, not moving an inch. Trunks started to get worried and flew over to her. He knelt down and shook her a little bit, descending from Super Saiyan to his regular form.
"Pan," he said. "are you ok?"
Silence.
"Pan?"
Still, she didn't budge.
"Oh, shit."
Trunks' fingers were millimeters away from her neck, trying to check her pulse, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the ground. Then, she sat on his back, twisting his arm back at an unnatural angle, making him howl in pain.
Pan smirked. "Well, now I know what your weakness is."
"Pan, I'm going to kill you... Ah, shit!" he screamed as she twisted his arm back even farther. "That's not fair you little bitch!"
"All's fair on the battlefield," Pan said, imitating the way Trunks had told her before. "Wait a minute. Did you just call me a bitch?"
Trunks eyes widened in horror as he imagined what Pan would do to him for calling her that. - Oh, shit.-
Pan let go of his arm and got off of his back. She slid one leg back and cupped her hands together, swinging them to her side.
"Ka.... Me...." she started as blue ball of ki charged in her hands. "Ha.... Me..."
"Oh shit..." Trunks muttered out loud as he began to stand up straight.
"Ha!" Pan shouted, throwing the blast his way.
The Kamehameha wave hit Trunks in the chest, sending him into a nearby mountain, breaking it into pieces.
Pan flew over to him, waiting for him to get up, her arms crossed with a smirk spread over her face.
Soon, Trunks got up, shaking rock and dust particles out of his hair and off of his clothes.
"Well," he said, facing Pan. "I know never to call you a bitch again."
Pan smiled. "You better not."
Trunks extended his hand. "Good match, kid."
Pan frowned, but accepted his hand anyway. "I wish you people would stop calling me a kid. I'm 17 years old, almost 18. Almost a legal adult, not a kid."
"Well, you're a kid compared to me, Panny," Trunks said. "I am 31 years old."
"It's hard to believe," Pan said, walking toward Bulma's house with Trunks. "When you're with me you act so stupid, I forget how old you are."
Trunks cocked an eyebrow at his younger companion, but decided not counter with a verbal attack of his own. He might accidentally call her a bitch and catch an ass whopping again. Instead, he just watched her as she began to walk ahead of him, watching her every movement. The wind blew her hair slightly, and everything seemed to go in slow motion for him. He finally noticed what a beautiful young woman she had become. His brain sort of froze, his attention locked on Pan's graceful movements. He felt like a teenager again as his hormones began to rage. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing, and shook his head, regaining his composure.
- Get a hold of yourself, Trunks.- he mentally scolded himself. - She's only 17 years old! She's practically a kid, for crying out loud! You've watched her grow up. How can you even think of her as anything but a little sister or a even daughter? What would Gohan think if he were still alive?-
- I wouldn't mind, and you know it, Trunks.-
Trunks slightly jumped as he heard another voice in his head that wasn't his own. It sounded familiar, so much like Gohan, but he immediately dismissed the idea. Gohan had been dead for 17 years, he couldn't be talking to him, especially in his head.
- I must be losing it.- he thought.
- No, you aren't Trunks.- the voice said to him again. - It's me, Gohan. I'm talking to you from the Other World.-
- How?- Trunks asked, confused.
- It's not obvious that I'm speaking to you telepathically?-
Trunks rolled his eyes. - Why are you talking to me? You like that question better?-
- Well, it seems you're in denial and I'm hear to give you some advice.-
- In denial? In denial about what?-
- Your feelings for my little Panny-chan.-
- What are you talking about?-
Gohan sighed, making it hearable in Trunks head. - Were you not just staring at her a couple of minutes ago and then scolding yourself for it?-
- Uh...-
- You can't lie to me Trunks. I know the truth anyway.-
- Ok, I was. But I don't want to! She's 14 years younger than me and I've practically helped Videl raise her. I feel like Master Roshi.-
Gohan laughed. - You aren't a pervert, Trunks. You can't help who you love.-
- Whoa, I wouldn't go that far. I'm not in love her, I just... kind of... like her.-
Gohan rolled his eyes. - Alright Trunks. But remember what I said anyway. Ok?-
The mental bond was cut off between Trunks and his deceased best friend.
Pan stared at Trunks, an angry look on her face.
"What?" Trunks asked her, noticing the look she was giving him.
"I've been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you haven't said a word!" Pan said, irritated. "What's your problem, anyway?"
"Oh.... uh... nothing," Trunks stuttered.
Pan turned around and kept walking. "Whatever."
Gohan smirked from his place hovered over them high in the air. He brushed some hair away from his face with the one arm that he had, brushing against the halo that floated over his head. His smile grew wider when he realized that he'd be seeing his family again, even though he wouldn't be able to talk to any of them except for Trunks. He flew after them, excitedly.
- My family....- he thought. - I finally get to see them...-
*~*~*~*~*
Ok, I know that was short a little corny but oh well. Let me know if this fic has potential or not in your reviews and check out my other fic, "A Prince's Past" that's still in progress. Please review!!! Please, please, PLEASE!
~Important~
-...- indicates thoughts
~...~ indicates bond communication (if ever necessary)
*...* indicates a flashback (if ever necessary)
(A/N:...) indicates my Author's Notes that will occasionally appear throughout the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, DBZ, or DBGT, although I'd like to. I'd be one rich ass bitch, wouldn't I?
Chapter 1
Trunks watched as Pan put her hair back with her orange bandanna and got into a fighting stance, waiting for Trunks to start the sparring match like he always did. Trunks smirked at the look that she was giving him, a look that was supposed to be intimidating, but only proved amusing to him. He still saw her as the little girl that used to follow him every where and not the 17 year old young woman that she had become.
Trunks brushed some of his lavender locks out of his eyes, and pulled out his trusty sword from it's sheath, his eyes still locked on his opponent, and got into a fighting stance of his own.
"No fair, Trunks," Pan whined, standing straight now with her arms crossed over her chest. "You can't use your sword."
"Why not?" Trunks asked, his smirk almost widening into a full smile.
"Because it's not fair, dumbass," Pan replied. "If you get to use a sword, I need one too."
"Quit whining and get over it," Trunks snapped. "All's fair on the battlefield."
Then, he charged at Pan, much to her surprise, and swiped at her with his weapon. And much to his surprise, she dodged it easily. He spun around to attack once more, but she had disappeared.
"Where the hell... Ah!" Trunks screamed. He was cut off by Pan's foot that connected with the back of his head, making him stumble a little bit, but he quickly caught his balance and once again looked for his opponent.
"Sneaky little girl..." he muttered.
Trunks put the sword back into it's sheath and powered up to a Super Saiyan, searching for her ki. He felt her ki charging at him from behind and swung around, catching her fist.
"That's not fair, Trunks," Pan complained once again. "You know I can't transform yet."
"Tough," he said.
He heaved his free hand at her face, connecting, and making her hit the ground hard, sliding on the dirt a few feet. She quickly got up and wiped the blood from her lip, charging a ball of ki in her hands.
"MASENKO!" she screamed, then heaved the blast at Trunks.
Trunks smirked and swiped the blast away, making it crash into a nearby mountain. "Not tough enough, girl."
Pan gritted her teeth and charged a Trunks, throwing a barrage of kicks and punched that he easily blocked. Somehow, Trunks managed to sneak in a kick of his own, kicking her square in the chin. Pan grunted and hit the ground hard once again. Trunks was about to fly over and start his assault once again, when he felt Pan's ki drop dramatically. He waited awhile, but noticed that she wasn't getting up soon.
- She's just toying with me.- he thought. - She's stronger than that. That little kick couldn't have hurt her too much.-
Still, she lay lifeless in the dirt, not moving an inch. Trunks started to get worried and flew over to her. He knelt down and shook her a little bit, descending from Super Saiyan to his regular form.
"Pan," he said. "are you ok?"
Silence.
"Pan?"
Still, she didn't budge.
"Oh, shit."
Trunks' fingers were millimeters away from her neck, trying to check her pulse, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the ground. Then, she sat on his back, twisting his arm back at an unnatural angle, making him howl in pain.
Pan smirked. "Well, now I know what your weakness is."
"Pan, I'm going to kill you... Ah, shit!" he screamed as she twisted his arm back even farther. "That's not fair you little bitch!"
"All's fair on the battlefield," Pan said, imitating the way Trunks had told her before. "Wait a minute. Did you just call me a bitch?"
Trunks eyes widened in horror as he imagined what Pan would do to him for calling her that. - Oh, shit.-
Pan let go of his arm and got off of his back. She slid one leg back and cupped her hands together, swinging them to her side.
"Ka.... Me...." she started as blue ball of ki charged in her hands. "Ha.... Me..."
"Oh shit..." Trunks muttered out loud as he began to stand up straight.
"Ha!" Pan shouted, throwing the blast his way.
The Kamehameha wave hit Trunks in the chest, sending him into a nearby mountain, breaking it into pieces.
Pan flew over to him, waiting for him to get up, her arms crossed with a smirk spread over her face.
Soon, Trunks got up, shaking rock and dust particles out of his hair and off of his clothes.
"Well," he said, facing Pan. "I know never to call you a bitch again."
Pan smiled. "You better not."
Trunks extended his hand. "Good match, kid."
Pan frowned, but accepted his hand anyway. "I wish you people would stop calling me a kid. I'm 17 years old, almost 18. Almost a legal adult, not a kid."
"Well, you're a kid compared to me, Panny," Trunks said. "I am 31 years old."
"It's hard to believe," Pan said, walking toward Bulma's house with Trunks. "When you're with me you act so stupid, I forget how old you are."
Trunks cocked an eyebrow at his younger companion, but decided not counter with a verbal attack of his own. He might accidentally call her a bitch and catch an ass whopping again. Instead, he just watched her as she began to walk ahead of him, watching her every movement. The wind blew her hair slightly, and everything seemed to go in slow motion for him. He finally noticed what a beautiful young woman she had become. His brain sort of froze, his attention locked on Pan's graceful movements. He felt like a teenager again as his hormones began to rage. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing, and shook his head, regaining his composure.
- Get a hold of yourself, Trunks.- he mentally scolded himself. - She's only 17 years old! She's practically a kid, for crying out loud! You've watched her grow up. How can you even think of her as anything but a little sister or a even daughter? What would Gohan think if he were still alive?-
- I wouldn't mind, and you know it, Trunks.-
Trunks slightly jumped as he heard another voice in his head that wasn't his own. It sounded familiar, so much like Gohan, but he immediately dismissed the idea. Gohan had been dead for 17 years, he couldn't be talking to him, especially in his head.
- I must be losing it.- he thought.
- No, you aren't Trunks.- the voice said to him again. - It's me, Gohan. I'm talking to you from the Other World.-
- How?- Trunks asked, confused.
- It's not obvious that I'm speaking to you telepathically?-
Trunks rolled his eyes. - Why are you talking to me? You like that question better?-
- Well, it seems you're in denial and I'm hear to give you some advice.-
- In denial? In denial about what?-
- Your feelings for my little Panny-chan.-
- What are you talking about?-
Gohan sighed, making it hearable in Trunks head. - Were you not just staring at her a couple of minutes ago and then scolding yourself for it?-
- Uh...-
- You can't lie to me Trunks. I know the truth anyway.-
- Ok, I was. But I don't want to! She's 14 years younger than me and I've practically helped Videl raise her. I feel like Master Roshi.-
Gohan laughed. - You aren't a pervert, Trunks. You can't help who you love.-
- Whoa, I wouldn't go that far. I'm not in love her, I just... kind of... like her.-
Gohan rolled his eyes. - Alright Trunks. But remember what I said anyway. Ok?-
The mental bond was cut off between Trunks and his deceased best friend.
Pan stared at Trunks, an angry look on her face.
"What?" Trunks asked her, noticing the look she was giving him.
"I've been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you haven't said a word!" Pan said, irritated. "What's your problem, anyway?"
"Oh.... uh... nothing," Trunks stuttered.
Pan turned around and kept walking. "Whatever."
Gohan smirked from his place hovered over them high in the air. He brushed some hair away from his face with the one arm that he had, brushing against the halo that floated over his head. His smile grew wider when he realized that he'd be seeing his family again, even though he wouldn't be able to talk to any of them except for Trunks. He flew after them, excitedly.
- My family....- he thought. - I finally get to see them...-
*~*~*~*~*
Ok, I know that was short a little corny but oh well. Let me know if this fic has potential or not in your reviews and check out my other fic, "A Prince's Past" that's still in progress. Please review!!! Please, please, PLEASE!
