Fallen Horses
Chapter 2: Tommorow
By Panny
Warning: Adult situations, cursing, severe OOCness.
Could you tell me
Where I might find
Fallen horses
Their spirits they fly
Goten whistled happily as he walked down the road. He noticed a familiar car slowing near him as the front window opened. Trunks' face appeared as the tinted glass lowered.
Hey Trunks. How's it goin?
Okay I guess. Got some things to do now, but if you want we can go out tonight. Goten smiled and nodded. That sounds great, but I better not. Videl's already pissed that Gohan get's home late, I don't need her on my case too. I have to go to work now anyway. Gohans got me working in the University library. Trunks nodded and gave a quick wave, then took off down the road.
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Pan sat alone in her room, staring at the array of photographs on her dresser. Her eyes misted, though no tears formed as she glanced to her side.
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Trunks pulled up to the Son household, and knocked on the door once before stepping in. Glancing around he found no one home, so he called up the stairs. "Hey Pan! Are you here?"
Silence.
He called once more and was about to leave when comething caught his ear. A sound of movement. Sniffling.
Suddenly overcome by a feeling of dread he ran up the stair and to the end of the hall, pulling open the door to Pan's room. He found her sitting on the floor, overcome by tears that flowed down to the thin white T-shirt she wore. In her face he saw a mix of fear, sadness and pain that wrenched his heart. Looking down on her he saw the small pearing knife, gripped by white knuckles in her hand, balanced precociously over her other wrist.
"Oh Pan!" He dropped down onto his kness and pulled her against him, the blade falling to the floor as her body went limp. Holding her against him he kissed the top of her head repeatedly, and felt tears in his own eyes. He glanced at the knife on the floor with an illogical hatred and wanted nothing more than to be away from it. Lifting Pan in his arms he stood and made his way outside to his car, while Pan stared blankly.
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A knock came at the door of the gravity room as Vegeta was training. He lowered to the floor and shut the machine off so the person could come in. He regretted having stopped though when Bulma entered.
What do you want woman? he asked coldly, resuming his training.
she began. I wanted to apologize, for how I acted yesterday. I shouldn't expect those kinds of things from you. You're not an ordinary person and sometimes I just have to remind myself of that so, I'm sorry.
Vegeta looked over at her and smirked, not a cold smirk, but one of understanding. He stood still and crossed his arms, as open of an invitation his wife would get. She smiled and walked over, placing her arms around him.
You're too soft woman.
Yeah, I know.
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Meanhile, as Gohan worked in the university, Videl picked up the phone at the restaurant she was eating in.
Hello Sharpener? Yeah it has been a long time, hasn't it? Say, are you doing anything?
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