Disclaimer:
I do not own DBZ nor do I have any affiliation with the people who do, I am a mere fan who likes to misrepresent previously created characters, simply because I think it would work out better this way. (^^)
Author's Notes:
In any case this is not the perfect love story fic, pan is not adoring of her father, and he is indifferent to her (I know many of you all loved the gohan/pan father/daughter relationship but well, I don't think it would have been that way). Bra is not going to be a ditz, and neither is Marron, if I do decide to add her to the fic, to shorten this all, I don't like things so simple.
The theme, as well as the story does belong to me, so this mean's everything written is my own.
Okay last note, I must say I am music crazy, and well I make music suggestion to go with certain parts of the story as well as lyric inserts. You'll get over it, it's really not that crazy…
'this' = someone thoughts
'this' = Pan's thoughts
[this] = my inserts
And I might tend to do things from a first persons point of view now and again as Pan.
Intro Music – The Cure – Burn (…yeah, I know…)
'This city is dark-
And sometimes I feel as if the stars themselves hide, and avoid the lighting of this place, this ground that's hallowed from light of any kind. This inviolate law of black, of emptiness, that only matches that of cold winter night's, unseen snow, only the dyeing of the world, only the starvation on the streets, only cry's in the cold and uncomforted night.
This city is dark and cold, and they remind me that it's bleak.
I feel encased in black, in cold and dark soiled love, and wasted emotion. What was once was felt and yearned for has rotted inside of me… And l feel it still, but it's not only inside of me any more, it's around me. It's in the bed I sleep in bleeding lies through my sheets and through my skin and soaking it all in as I lye still, never crying, never feeling, only fading. And I wash my hands trying to dismiss the dirt, the blood beneath my nails. It's my own blood, I think, though no one can say where it came from, my sullied mind can only guess from hell it emerged and came upon this earth to remind me. They remind me everyday, and every night, of coldness locked between my hands.
This city is dark- It reminds me everyday of why, it reminds me everyday of who I am, and what I left behind to get here.
This city is my home…. no
Music Ends –
She had been sitting there in the family room of the large condo for nearly a half of an hour. She sat with her face cupped by both of her hands, chain bracelets and leather gauntlets encasing her wrists, elbows resting on her knee's. Her ebony hair falling freely where it may, sleek, black sun-glasses framed her face. She wore loosely fitting black bondage pants, hugging closely to her hips, chains hanging to her sides, and a tight black tank, with red straps, that matched two of the 8 necklaces she wore, that just happened to be red, ball chain.
"Kaya! How long are you gonna take? It's been forever an' I'm about to just leave you behind."
A dark hared female with purple streaks in her hair pops her head out of a bathroom connected to the other side of the room, having only a light blue towel rapped around her body, and in her hand she holds a curling iron.
"Can you just hang for a couple fucking minutes! Really, you'd think you were born under a rock or something! You just come over and wake me the fuck up too damn early, just so we can go to the studio, in which we could have still done even if it were a few hours later. And you expect me to actually be ready in five minutes?! Just hang on for a couple more minutes."
The black hared young woman stands immediately to defend her previous statements, cocks an eye brow and continues:
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon Kaya, how the fuck is that early?!"
"Chill Pan, I'll be done in a few…"
And with that she turns on her heel, and slams the bathroom door.
Pan sluggishly falls back in her seat and sighs.
"…girls…"
Soon after Kaya emerges from the bathroom wearing a short black pinstripe skirt with a single chain hanging to her side, tall, platform, leather, buckle up boots, come to the half point on her shins. She also wears a black tank, though it appears sliced open in about five different places on the front, to reveal black fishnet underneath.
"Okay, we can go now"
Pan stood up and eyed Kaya up and down, and smirked and stated indifferently.
"…nice…"
"Yeah, well I bought it didn't I?" Kaya answered in a sarcastic tone.
Pan smiled and simply proceed out of the door grabbing her keys off a side table just by the door, while Kaya followed her out.
In the car:
"When did you have the money to buy a car like this?" asked Kaya, noting the new expensive look of the Honda S 2000.
"Um, well, you know how I said I was part of one of the bands that play there at the studio?" she didn't wait for an answer.
"Well, there is this club that is connected to the studio, in front, is where the bar and dance floor are. It's pretty nice,
sullen… Well when there are not that many people it's better."
"So?"
"So, I'm part owner of it with a guy named Ontashi. He was the one who first helped produce us, when he too was only starting up. He had a little bit of money, and when our band took to the liking of a lot of people, he mentioned his opening a night club and asked if I wanted to join in on the deal, even though I really couldn't put as much money into it. But since it was sometimes hard to get bands to play at a very new club, part of the deal was that my band would play there for a while and attract a crowd, with no profit. Which was kind of hard, had to dip into my savings account to survive that one. Well any way, after the club became popular we started making a better profit, and well I'm doing pretty alright now, with my partnership and all. And it's not that I'm rich or anything. I just like cars like this, fast, something I can play with. Dun' really care if a car is not fast, like your car."
"Not as fast? I'm not gonna be street racer, but I do have a Del Sole that I had hooked up that might compete with this car. I'm sure you made some adjustments to this car yourself. Different engine? NOS tanks, and lets not forget about the computer stability monitor you probably put in just to make sure you were still in the green. You changed the wing on the back too right?"
Just then a dark red, convertible corvette pulls up beside of Pan, revving the engine.
Pan looks over at the driver to see a blue hared young woman, in sunglasses, wearing a smirk on her face.
'smart ass…'
"Nice car… Expensive, though really a shame you wasted all that money on a car that only tops out at 250 at most…" Pan states, giving a sideways glance to the girl. 'long times no see"
The blue hared woman still smirking, just revs her engine again.
'okay, if you wanna play…'
The light turns green and both cars are off but now before Pan adds in:
"See ya later Bra, much…"
Bra does a double take on Pan and takes off a few seconds after Pan is already gone.
"Pan?"
Pan only smiled and pulled up to the curb by a large building, with a purple crooked steel sign stating:
M r. S p o c k
Opeeka
"Mr. Spock?"
"That's just the sub name, it usually goes by Opeeka…"
Intro Music: Deftones – Change (this band doesn't actually exist in this world. I mean it does but it's not madly popular or anything, they are just a band playing at a club…)
As they walk into the club the sound of music can be heard more clearly. The bass vibrates the building, and the voice of a man echoes through the halls of the dank and almost dreary club. Dimly lit; light shines through small lamps, covered in sheer purple material, inordinately placed upon small maroon tables spread out through the club. The walls were a dark purple/red and the floor was tiled black.
'…sullen' Kaya thought as she followed Pan towards the back.
"This is only the front, the studio is farther back." She says as she extends a hand towards a dark and narrow hallway.
As the make their way towards the end of the hallway, and they are soon in a large white room that much resembles a garage of some sort, but larger. A band is rehearsing, on a small plat form cluttered with wires, microphones, and amps. Speakers line the wall behind them, but seemed to be not all in use.
"Those are the Deftones, they play here a lot. They're pretty good huh?" Pan, motions towards the guys on the platform.
"Yeah, they sound good… Hey what is the name of the band you're in?"
"Opeeka…"
"Like the sign outside?"
"No, the sign is like the band inside… Look the rest of the guys ll' be here soon so if you wanna practice or whatever you can. I mean you are going to have to impress them, I can't just invite into our band without them hearing you first and being part of the decision."
"Yeah, no problem, who was your last DJ?"
"I was, but it was kind of hard doing that and singing, and especially when we needed a bass guitar player."
"right."
"Can you sing at all?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Just thinking, it might be fun…" pan said and smirked.
Kaya walked over toward an open area to set up her equiptment.
Bra walked into a large office building, and headed straight for her brothers office. She pushed open the door, barging in on his computer work.
"You know I didn't think you would actually come with me to America just to intrude on my work and piss me off…" He stated indifferently
"You! Work!? There's a difference now? Besides it's important…"
Trunks paused for a moment then spat out.
"Well…."
"Pan."
"What?"
"I just saw Pan, here in LA"
"What, but… she… where? Did she even recognize you?"
"It was on my way here actually, and yes she recognized me, before I recognized her, she's changed, it's been so long since I've seen her."
"…yeah…"
" Do you think we should contact Gohan about it?"
"No, I doubt she would want that, other wise she would not have left, or she would have at least done it herself, besides she's an adult now, what's he gonna do any way, drag her back to Japan?" Trunks stated plainly and turned back towards his computer .
"Yeah, well, it was just weird seeing her, I just never thought I would ever see her again, it was almost like she had died."
"Close enough, she left." Trunks was still turned towards his computer typing something.
'That almost sounded like he actually cared'
"Well, me, Dez, Tosh, and Ja, are gonna go to this club tonight. You wanna come and disconnect the wire that's chained you to that computer for a while?
"Huh?" Trunks looks up at Bra who's now standing by the door, her face showing a tiny hint of concern.
"Yeah, I guess I have been working a lot lately." He said leaning back in his chair. "What club is it?"
"Umm, it was called Opeeka. I've heard it's good place to be."
"Yeah, I've heard of that place, I'll go…"
A/N: Ummm, well that's it for the first chapter, I know it wasn't really T/P, I was just introducing Pan (thought it was important) Any way I'll get more into Trunks in the next chapter, even Bra. Well this has been my first fanfic so please, R/R. thanx.
I do not own DBZ nor do I have any affiliation with the people who do, I am a mere fan who likes to misrepresent previously created characters, simply because I think it would work out better this way. (^^)
Author's Notes:
In any case this is not the perfect love story fic, pan is not adoring of her father, and he is indifferent to her (I know many of you all loved the gohan/pan father/daughter relationship but well, I don't think it would have been that way). Bra is not going to be a ditz, and neither is Marron, if I do decide to add her to the fic, to shorten this all, I don't like things so simple.
The theme, as well as the story does belong to me, so this mean's everything written is my own.
Okay last note, I must say I am music crazy, and well I make music suggestion to go with certain parts of the story as well as lyric inserts. You'll get over it, it's really not that crazy…
'this' = someone thoughts
'this' = Pan's thoughts
[this] = my inserts
And I might tend to do things from a first persons point of view now and again as Pan.
Intro Music – The Cure – Burn (…yeah, I know…)
'This city is dark-
And sometimes I feel as if the stars themselves hide, and avoid the lighting of this place, this ground that's hallowed from light of any kind. This inviolate law of black, of emptiness, that only matches that of cold winter night's, unseen snow, only the dyeing of the world, only the starvation on the streets, only cry's in the cold and uncomforted night.
This city is dark and cold, and they remind me that it's bleak.
I feel encased in black, in cold and dark soiled love, and wasted emotion. What was once was felt and yearned for has rotted inside of me… And l feel it still, but it's not only inside of me any more, it's around me. It's in the bed I sleep in bleeding lies through my sheets and through my skin and soaking it all in as I lye still, never crying, never feeling, only fading. And I wash my hands trying to dismiss the dirt, the blood beneath my nails. It's my own blood, I think, though no one can say where it came from, my sullied mind can only guess from hell it emerged and came upon this earth to remind me. They remind me everyday, and every night, of coldness locked between my hands.
This city is dark- It reminds me everyday of why, it reminds me everyday of who I am, and what I left behind to get here.
This city is my home…. no
Music Ends –
She had been sitting there in the family room of the large condo for nearly a half of an hour. She sat with her face cupped by both of her hands, chain bracelets and leather gauntlets encasing her wrists, elbows resting on her knee's. Her ebony hair falling freely where it may, sleek, black sun-glasses framed her face. She wore loosely fitting black bondage pants, hugging closely to her hips, chains hanging to her sides, and a tight black tank, with red straps, that matched two of the 8 necklaces she wore, that just happened to be red, ball chain.
"Kaya! How long are you gonna take? It's been forever an' I'm about to just leave you behind."
A dark hared female with purple streaks in her hair pops her head out of a bathroom connected to the other side of the room, having only a light blue towel rapped around her body, and in her hand she holds a curling iron.
"Can you just hang for a couple fucking minutes! Really, you'd think you were born under a rock or something! You just come over and wake me the fuck up too damn early, just so we can go to the studio, in which we could have still done even if it were a few hours later. And you expect me to actually be ready in five minutes?! Just hang on for a couple more minutes."
The black hared young woman stands immediately to defend her previous statements, cocks an eye brow and continues:
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon Kaya, how the fuck is that early?!"
"Chill Pan, I'll be done in a few…"
And with that she turns on her heel, and slams the bathroom door.
Pan sluggishly falls back in her seat and sighs.
"…girls…"
Soon after Kaya emerges from the bathroom wearing a short black pinstripe skirt with a single chain hanging to her side, tall, platform, leather, buckle up boots, come to the half point on her shins. She also wears a black tank, though it appears sliced open in about five different places on the front, to reveal black fishnet underneath.
"Okay, we can go now"
Pan stood up and eyed Kaya up and down, and smirked and stated indifferently.
"…nice…"
"Yeah, well I bought it didn't I?" Kaya answered in a sarcastic tone.
Pan smiled and simply proceed out of the door grabbing her keys off a side table just by the door, while Kaya followed her out.
In the car:
"When did you have the money to buy a car like this?" asked Kaya, noting the new expensive look of the Honda S 2000.
"Um, well, you know how I said I was part of one of the bands that play there at the studio?" she didn't wait for an answer.
"Well, there is this club that is connected to the studio, in front, is where the bar and dance floor are. It's pretty nice,
sullen… Well when there are not that many people it's better."
"So?"
"So, I'm part owner of it with a guy named Ontashi. He was the one who first helped produce us, when he too was only starting up. He had a little bit of money, and when our band took to the liking of a lot of people, he mentioned his opening a night club and asked if I wanted to join in on the deal, even though I really couldn't put as much money into it. But since it was sometimes hard to get bands to play at a very new club, part of the deal was that my band would play there for a while and attract a crowd, with no profit. Which was kind of hard, had to dip into my savings account to survive that one. Well any way, after the club became popular we started making a better profit, and well I'm doing pretty alright now, with my partnership and all. And it's not that I'm rich or anything. I just like cars like this, fast, something I can play with. Dun' really care if a car is not fast, like your car."
"Not as fast? I'm not gonna be street racer, but I do have a Del Sole that I had hooked up that might compete with this car. I'm sure you made some adjustments to this car yourself. Different engine? NOS tanks, and lets not forget about the computer stability monitor you probably put in just to make sure you were still in the green. You changed the wing on the back too right?"
Just then a dark red, convertible corvette pulls up beside of Pan, revving the engine.
Pan looks over at the driver to see a blue hared young woman, in sunglasses, wearing a smirk on her face.
'smart ass…'
"Nice car… Expensive, though really a shame you wasted all that money on a car that only tops out at 250 at most…" Pan states, giving a sideways glance to the girl. 'long times no see"
The blue hared woman still smirking, just revs her engine again.
'okay, if you wanna play…'
The light turns green and both cars are off but now before Pan adds in:
"See ya later Bra, much…"
Bra does a double take on Pan and takes off a few seconds after Pan is already gone.
"Pan?"
Pan only smiled and pulled up to the curb by a large building, with a purple crooked steel sign stating:
M r. S p o c k
Opeeka
"Mr. Spock?"
"That's just the sub name, it usually goes by Opeeka…"
Intro Music: Deftones – Change (this band doesn't actually exist in this world. I mean it does but it's not madly popular or anything, they are just a band playing at a club…)
As they walk into the club the sound of music can be heard more clearly. The bass vibrates the building, and the voice of a man echoes through the halls of the dank and almost dreary club. Dimly lit; light shines through small lamps, covered in sheer purple material, inordinately placed upon small maroon tables spread out through the club. The walls were a dark purple/red and the floor was tiled black.
'…sullen' Kaya thought as she followed Pan towards the back.
"This is only the front, the studio is farther back." She says as she extends a hand towards a dark and narrow hallway.
As the make their way towards the end of the hallway, and they are soon in a large white room that much resembles a garage of some sort, but larger. A band is rehearsing, on a small plat form cluttered with wires, microphones, and amps. Speakers line the wall behind them, but seemed to be not all in use.
"Those are the Deftones, they play here a lot. They're pretty good huh?" Pan, motions towards the guys on the platform.
"Yeah, they sound good… Hey what is the name of the band you're in?"
"Opeeka…"
"Like the sign outside?"
"No, the sign is like the band inside… Look the rest of the guys ll' be here soon so if you wanna practice or whatever you can. I mean you are going to have to impress them, I can't just invite into our band without them hearing you first and being part of the decision."
"Yeah, no problem, who was your last DJ?"
"I was, but it was kind of hard doing that and singing, and especially when we needed a bass guitar player."
"right."
"Can you sing at all?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Just thinking, it might be fun…" pan said and smirked.
Kaya walked over toward an open area to set up her equiptment.
Bra walked into a large office building, and headed straight for her brothers office. She pushed open the door, barging in on his computer work.
"You know I didn't think you would actually come with me to America just to intrude on my work and piss me off…" He stated indifferently
"You! Work!? There's a difference now? Besides it's important…"
Trunks paused for a moment then spat out.
"Well…."
"Pan."
"What?"
"I just saw Pan, here in LA"
"What, but… she… where? Did she even recognize you?"
"It was on my way here actually, and yes she recognized me, before I recognized her, she's changed, it's been so long since I've seen her."
"…yeah…"
" Do you think we should contact Gohan about it?"
"No, I doubt she would want that, other wise she would not have left, or she would have at least done it herself, besides she's an adult now, what's he gonna do any way, drag her back to Japan?" Trunks stated plainly and turned back towards his computer .
"Yeah, well, it was just weird seeing her, I just never thought I would ever see her again, it was almost like she had died."
"Close enough, she left." Trunks was still turned towards his computer typing something.
'That almost sounded like he actually cared'
"Well, me, Dez, Tosh, and Ja, are gonna go to this club tonight. You wanna come and disconnect the wire that's chained you to that computer for a while?
"Huh?" Trunks looks up at Bra who's now standing by the door, her face showing a tiny hint of concern.
"Yeah, I guess I have been working a lot lately." He said leaning back in his chair. "What club is it?"
"Umm, it was called Opeeka. I've heard it's good place to be."
"Yeah, I've heard of that place, I'll go…"
A/N: Ummm, well that's it for the first chapter, I know it wasn't really T/P, I was just introducing Pan (thought it was important) Any way I'll get more into Trunks in the next chapter, even Bra. Well this has been my first fanfic so please, R/R. thanx.