Author's Notes: Next chapter! Thank you all for the reviews! Enjoy!

I nearly dropped a steak knife clumsily in my wonderment. The next thing I knew Trunks was by my side in a flash, catching the knife before it hit the ground.

"Sorry." I mumbled, looking away from him. Grandmother Chichi and Mother were looking at us from the kitchen, watching our every move. Nosey, nosey people.

He didn't respond. He simply slipped the flower into my fingers without anyone noticing the transaction. Dumbfounded, I looked to his face. But he turned away, heading to the kitchen without a word.

I looked down to the little yellow flower. It was starting to wilt, and it was missing a petal, but it was beautiful. My beautiful wilting flower.

Is your soul capable of loving? Has it not yet been infected by the demons that won't let go?...I would have thought so by now.

"So nice you could come." Chichi said suspiciously, raising an eyebrow at Trunks. He seemed to force a smile on his face, "I would never miss your cooking." He complimented. Chichi smirked, that same probing look on her face, then responded, "Why thank you."

My mom placed her pasta and vegetables on the table, along with everything else under the sun that she made, and clapped her hands together loudly, "Food is finished!" She called. I swear I heard a stampede. Everyone was at a seat within an instant.

Everyone seemed to have coordinated their seats so thatI ended up next to Trunks. Stiffly and cautiously, I sat next to him. No one waited for grace, no one waited for anything. Everyone began pilling up their plates immediately. Not a surprise.

I, of course, waited for everyone else to stop greedily shoveling food on their platesbefore Igot my own. I stayed stiff the whole time, feeling Trunks' presence so close to me. I didn't even glance over at him once. I feared him, I guess you could say, in a way.

But he calmly kept quiet, eating with his proper manners and making friendly conversation. I was the only one who would be able to tell, but there was something different about his voice. It was still silky smooth and clever, yet the octave was lower. I just knew there was something different about him…

Once I bumped elbows with him and I felt a shiver run up my arm. I still held the flower underneath the table, I knew I must have been suffocating the poor thing. Yet I was so confused I couldn't help grip it a little too tight.

Was he just going to tell me that I should pretend it never happened again? Was he just going to break my heart again? It couldn't have been…He gave me a flower. A sympathy flower? No. He wasn't that way.

Soon all plates were completely empty. Except for mine.

"Are you okay?" My mom asked. I nodded my head weakly, "I'm fine, but can I go to my room and maybe lay down?" I asked quietly. She nodded, looking a little concerned, and took my plate from my hands.

"Do you mind if I go with her?" Trunks asked. My mother thought it over for a few seconds, "Yes," She said at last, "But behave."

Words are so civil...It's strange to hear you talk.

Trunks followed me down the short hallway that lead to my rather small room. I pushed open the door and took in a lung full of the familiar scent of crisp apple freshener. I sat down slowly on my dark blue comforter and leaned to my nightstand where I turned on a very dim little lamp. The light softly played off my light blue walls and serenaded on Trunks' stern looking face.

He turned to my dresser and touched my little swan music box. Quietly I sat watching him look over my room. I couldn't tell if he had a real interest in my room or if he were thinking something. I controlled myself to were I didn't shake. I didn't want to show any weakness with him. I laid the flower next to me on my bed.

"Pan." He started. That's how he usually started off things if he were talking to me.

"Yes?" I asked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger, "I've been having thoughts lately." He stated.

"Thoughts?" I asked, "What kind of thoughts?"

He was silent a moment, then he turned the force of his lovely blue eyes on me, "I know I hurt you Pan." He said absently. He didn't answer my question. I shot my eyes straight to his eyes for one of the first times since I could remember. I looked him straight in the eyes. But only for a few seconds.

"Why?" I asked. He seemed surprised, "What?" He asked.

"Why do you hurt me Trunks?"

He seemed to dig deep in his mind. He was searching for an answer…but he didn't have one.

"I don't know Pan." He said. I heard a form of hallow dread in his voice. "I won't lie to you. I had a date at the mall, it was with Claudia. I thought everything was settled in my mind when I told you to forget about what happened between us…but when I saw you, when I saw your face, I knew my mind wasn't settled."

"What do you mean your mind isn't settled?" I asked. How confusing.

"Well, I was pacing back and forth while I was waiting for Claudia, but my mind kept racing with those thoughts." He said, "I kept trying to sort things out in my head, but there was so much there…I'm sorry. Anyway, that's when I realized that the flower was for you. Not any other girl."

I slowly stood and approached him, feeling a slight twinge of confidence. I touched his cheek, but my fingers began to shake, "What thoughts Trunks?" I asked quietly. He grabbed my fingers in a soft grasp and put them by my side, "You shouldn't touch me. You shouldn't want to touch me. You know…you know better than any other person about my anger. I can't think when it overcomes me, but it just hits me, just the littlest things triggers me."

Many times I wondered why Trunks was so angry. Maybe it was just a chemical imbalance in his brain, but it could be something else too. What made Trunks get so angry? Why was he always so angry?

Author's Notes: Hmm…I think it's longer. But anywho, thanks again for all the wonderful reviews (And predictions), and I hope to get more! It really helps me write faster. The reason I wasn't able to update as quick this time is because I was getting some exams finished (I'm homeschooled, so my school lasts longer). But now that that is through I'll update as quick as ever!