Determined to be Together
Chapter 4
Another hour later…
Trunks was sticking their clothes in a hamper when Pan woke up, still feeling drowsy. He tossed her a pair of his sweatpants and a tank.
"Good afternoon sleepy-head. Come on. I want to teach you how to really train."
"Can we do this another day? I just want to go to sleep…"
"Nope. Up and at 'em."
"Always hated that phrase…"
Trunks just laughed and left the room, whistling.
Pan
I got dressed into Trunks clothes, wondering why he had given them to me. Then I walked over to the gravity room. Trunks was standing in there, doing some intricate sword moves that made a person dizzy just watching. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just his favorite pair of sweatpants, and it was making me dizzy watching him for a reason other then the fact that he was dancing with his sword.
He didn't notice I was there until he was finished, but when he did, I coulda swore he face lit up.
"Come on, Pan. Over here." He said, walking over to a machine that looked like a giant gun with a screen on it.
Little did I know it was a speed detector.
"What the hell is that for?" I asked, kind of afraid it actually was a gun.
"Radar. Tells me how fast you are going." He answered, and I was getting pissed that he was treating me like a little sister.
"That ain't the whole story. Tell me what we are going to do."
"Train… duh."
"Trunks. Tell."
"I will once I get this retarded thing hooked up. I mean it really is ancient…" And he starts babbling about this stupid thing, not letting me get a word in.
Finally he was finished. He began giving me instructions. The tone of voice he used reminded me he was Vegeta's son and a prince too.
"Ok. I want you to run around the gravity room. I am putting the thing on 50 g's, and if I clock you at less then 200 miles per hour, you have to do three laps of the earth, then start over again. Stop when I tell you too. No flying or levitating. On my mark… get set… GO!" He yelled, before I could even catch my breath.
I just started running, not caring that I was probably running holes in the floor from the speed I was trying to go. I noticed after about 100 laps my legs were starting to feel the pull of the gravity, but I ignored it and kept running. At lap 200, my legs were burning. By 300, I was dripping sweat. By 400, I was slowing down.
"STOP." Trunks yelled, practically in my ear.
"That was ok for a first workout, but I expect over 600 mph next time." He said, handing me one of the biggest towels I had ever seen. Then he started towards the training court, and I was ready to fall over. {MORE?! Shit. I am so going to kill him}
Trunks court was set up with a ton of barbells and weights, plus a few of his mother's inventions. I walked over to a particularly torturous looking devise when Trunks called me over to a bunch of mats and another radar.
"You have more training to do. If you want to try the Glenougrous later, you can."
"That is one weird name for a machine." I muttered, then walked over to where Trunks was, "And what have you planned now?"
He smirked evilly at me, and answered, "Can't handle it? Maybe you weren't cut out to be a fighter."
I glared at him, "I am more cut out to be a fighter than you are. Just shut your trap and tell me what to do."
He looked a little too pleased, and I was ready to shoot my twin balls at him in frustration.
"Ok. I want you to do cartwheels in a circle around the mats. Same deal, if you go less then 200 mph then you have to go around the world. Stop when I tell you to. On your mark… get set… go!"
And I went. I was getting really tired by the 200th, ready to kill Trunks by the 300th, and by the 400th I was mad enough to kill. The 500th lap was my last, because Trunks called for me to stop.
I was seeing red. I was charging up a kamehameha when he yelled at me.
"Halt." I powered down, and he continued, "I know this is pissing you off… in fact, you are going Super Saiya-jin, but that is not the point. We will spar later. That's it for today. Come on, let's get ready for bed."
"Alright. I need to get a shower anyways." I answered, taking another towel and heading towards one of the bathrooms.
After my shower I went downstairs to get some hot chocolate. Trunks was there already, making some. I nearly died of a heart attack.
"Trunks. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, heart going faster then I was earlier.
"We need to talk. Do your parents even know you are here?" asked Trunks.
"Do I look like I am nuts? Of course not. I told them I was taking a vacation in Italy for a while." I answered, looking shocked.
"Don't make me answer that. I just wanted to know. Your dad is going to kill me."
"Don't worry about it. What they don't know won't hurt you."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence."
"You are quite welcome."
Silence.
"Here's some cocoa." Trunks passed the mug to me, looking like he wanted to say something.
"Where does that leave us?" He asked suddenly.
"Is there an us?"
"I don't know. Is there?"
"Why the hell are you asking me?"
"Cuz I know how I feel."
"How do you feel?"
"Aishiteru."
"Really?"
"All my life."
"Good. Aishiteru." (For those of you Jap illiterate, 'aishiteru" means "I love you.")
Trunks got up and walked over to where I was sitting. He leaned back on the table, grabbed my wrists, and brought me to stand between his splayed legs. Then he kissed me.
"You swear." He murmured on my mouth.
"With all my heart." I murmured back, pressing a smile onto his mouth.
"Good." Trunks broke the kiss.
"Let's spend the day together tomorrow."
"I have to work."
I gave him my most pathetic puppy face.
"I do own the company."
"Good. We can go to the park and spend the entire day."
"I thought we were going to spar."
"Not on your life. I don't want to bind up anymore of your ribs."
"Who said you would have to? YOU would have wounds to mend."
"Only if you could catch me."
"Watch me!"
And he started chasing me around the house, causing almost everything in the way to break (including the couch), and when he caught me it wasn't broken ribs we were thinking about anymore.
Chapter 4
Another hour later…
Trunks was sticking their clothes in a hamper when Pan woke up, still feeling drowsy. He tossed her a pair of his sweatpants and a tank.
"Good afternoon sleepy-head. Come on. I want to teach you how to really train."
"Can we do this another day? I just want to go to sleep…"
"Nope. Up and at 'em."
"Always hated that phrase…"
Trunks just laughed and left the room, whistling.
Pan
I got dressed into Trunks clothes, wondering why he had given them to me. Then I walked over to the gravity room. Trunks was standing in there, doing some intricate sword moves that made a person dizzy just watching. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just his favorite pair of sweatpants, and it was making me dizzy watching him for a reason other then the fact that he was dancing with his sword.
He didn't notice I was there until he was finished, but when he did, I coulda swore he face lit up.
"Come on, Pan. Over here." He said, walking over to a machine that looked like a giant gun with a screen on it.
Little did I know it was a speed detector.
"What the hell is that for?" I asked, kind of afraid it actually was a gun.
"Radar. Tells me how fast you are going." He answered, and I was getting pissed that he was treating me like a little sister.
"That ain't the whole story. Tell me what we are going to do."
"Train… duh."
"Trunks. Tell."
"I will once I get this retarded thing hooked up. I mean it really is ancient…" And he starts babbling about this stupid thing, not letting me get a word in.
Finally he was finished. He began giving me instructions. The tone of voice he used reminded me he was Vegeta's son and a prince too.
"Ok. I want you to run around the gravity room. I am putting the thing on 50 g's, and if I clock you at less then 200 miles per hour, you have to do three laps of the earth, then start over again. Stop when I tell you too. No flying or levitating. On my mark… get set… GO!" He yelled, before I could even catch my breath.
I just started running, not caring that I was probably running holes in the floor from the speed I was trying to go. I noticed after about 100 laps my legs were starting to feel the pull of the gravity, but I ignored it and kept running. At lap 200, my legs were burning. By 300, I was dripping sweat. By 400, I was slowing down.
"STOP." Trunks yelled, practically in my ear.
"That was ok for a first workout, but I expect over 600 mph next time." He said, handing me one of the biggest towels I had ever seen. Then he started towards the training court, and I was ready to fall over. {MORE?! Shit. I am so going to kill him}
Trunks court was set up with a ton of barbells and weights, plus a few of his mother's inventions. I walked over to a particularly torturous looking devise when Trunks called me over to a bunch of mats and another radar.
"You have more training to do. If you want to try the Glenougrous later, you can."
"That is one weird name for a machine." I muttered, then walked over to where Trunks was, "And what have you planned now?"
He smirked evilly at me, and answered, "Can't handle it? Maybe you weren't cut out to be a fighter."
I glared at him, "I am more cut out to be a fighter than you are. Just shut your trap and tell me what to do."
He looked a little too pleased, and I was ready to shoot my twin balls at him in frustration.
"Ok. I want you to do cartwheels in a circle around the mats. Same deal, if you go less then 200 mph then you have to go around the world. Stop when I tell you to. On your mark… get set… go!"
And I went. I was getting really tired by the 200th, ready to kill Trunks by the 300th, and by the 400th I was mad enough to kill. The 500th lap was my last, because Trunks called for me to stop.
I was seeing red. I was charging up a kamehameha when he yelled at me.
"Halt." I powered down, and he continued, "I know this is pissing you off… in fact, you are going Super Saiya-jin, but that is not the point. We will spar later. That's it for today. Come on, let's get ready for bed."
"Alright. I need to get a shower anyways." I answered, taking another towel and heading towards one of the bathrooms.
After my shower I went downstairs to get some hot chocolate. Trunks was there already, making some. I nearly died of a heart attack.
"Trunks. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, heart going faster then I was earlier.
"We need to talk. Do your parents even know you are here?" asked Trunks.
"Do I look like I am nuts? Of course not. I told them I was taking a vacation in Italy for a while." I answered, looking shocked.
"Don't make me answer that. I just wanted to know. Your dad is going to kill me."
"Don't worry about it. What they don't know won't hurt you."
"Thank you for the vote of confidence."
"You are quite welcome."
Silence.
"Here's some cocoa." Trunks passed the mug to me, looking like he wanted to say something.
"Where does that leave us?" He asked suddenly.
"Is there an us?"
"I don't know. Is there?"
"Why the hell are you asking me?"
"Cuz I know how I feel."
"How do you feel?"
"Aishiteru."
"Really?"
"All my life."
"Good. Aishiteru." (For those of you Jap illiterate, 'aishiteru" means "I love you.")
Trunks got up and walked over to where I was sitting. He leaned back on the table, grabbed my wrists, and brought me to stand between his splayed legs. Then he kissed me.
"You swear." He murmured on my mouth.
"With all my heart." I murmured back, pressing a smile onto his mouth.
"Good." Trunks broke the kiss.
"Let's spend the day together tomorrow."
"I have to work."
I gave him my most pathetic puppy face.
"I do own the company."
"Good. We can go to the park and spend the entire day."
"I thought we were going to spar."
"Not on your life. I don't want to bind up anymore of your ribs."
"Who said you would have to? YOU would have wounds to mend."
"Only if you could catch me."
"Watch me!"
And he started chasing me around the house, causing almost everything in the way to break (including the couch), and when he caught me it wasn't broken ribs we were thinking about anymore.