Chapter 4
By: Bellchan
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT characters.
Author Notes: Here, I wrote it as fast as I could. I hope you enjoy it.
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"So, did you find them?" asked the tall black haired prince, standing on the balcony of his royal room.
"Yes, Lord Julian. It seems they've got their own little secret place." replied the figure kneeled behind him.
"Good. Soon I'll have that bastard's head right in front of my eyes..." stated Julian, narrowing his blue eyes and turning to the other person. "Where's Pan?"
"She's on her bedroom, sir."
"Okay, you can go now. Keep your eyes on her." The mysterious servant just bowed and left.
Pan was sat by her window, peacefully playing with her small dragon Angelo when she heard a knock on the door. She turned her head to see her fiancé walking towards her.
"How was your day, Lady Pan?" he asked, reaching her hand to give it a light kiss.
"The usual... Just hanging around with Brenda and having those boring History classes..." she informed, looking back at the starry sky.
"You seem bored my dear... Well, I've got a news that can make you feel better." Julian smiled and gently stroked her chin. "We're getting married within two weeks."
"What???" she gasped. "Two weeks??" Pan began panicking, eyes wide open. In fact, she was supposed to get married when she got eighteen, but that would happen only within six months. That sudden news just got her pretty confused and astonished.
"Aren't you happy, darling? You'll finally be my princess and my future queen..." he leaned forward for a kiss but she pulled her face back.
"But Julian, why does it have to be so soon? I'm not even eighteen yet..." observed the incredulous girl.
"Well, Pan, that's not necessary anymore. My father already gave his consent. But you don't have to worry, I'll be providing and organizing everything. Well, just have a good night, princess..." he bowed and walked to the door.
The young girl was too shocked to say anything. Marring Julian meant she wouldn't be allowed to leave the castle without him, much less alone. And the idea of not seeing Trunks anymore would slowly kill her. Not having too much time to think, she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message on it. Then she tied it next to her small pet's neck. "Go, Angelo. Find Trunks and give him this message." she told the little dragon. Used to do this kind of job since Pan and Trunks began meeting each other, the flying reptile just obeyed and took off to the sky.
The next day, Pan was having her last talk with Brenda. She was determined to run away from the palace, as it was already becoming dark. The older girl seemed to be very concerned, as well.
"Please Pan... Don't do that!" she insisted.
"I can't marry Julian, Brenda... I love Trunks. You know that." Pan affirmed.
"But how will you do it? The castle is all surrounded by guards..."
"I'll think up a way. Don't you see I'm also using a disguise?" the black haired girl informed, while twirling herself to show her commoner outfit.
"It's dangerous, Pan! Then let me go with you!" offered the other girl.
"No, Brenda, I don't want you to risk yourself. Besides, I've already sent a message to Trunks and he'll be waiting for me outside, so don't worry. Just wish me good luck, my friend..." Pan smiled.
"Oh, Pan... Please be careful." Brenda told her, grabbing the girl's hands.
"Sure! Be happy my friend, thank you for everything you have done for me. And please tell that baka Galford I'll miss him too!" The girls hugged each other for a long time and then took their separate ways. Maybe that was the last time they were seeing each other.
Indeed,
there were some guards here and there, but it didn't have taken too long
for Pan being outside the castle. 'Strange... That was too easy...' she
thought. The girl gave a last look at the huge palace and then continued
her path. 'Now I just have to find Trunks...' Suddenly, as she passed by
a big tree, someone held her by the waist and cupped her mouth with the
other hand.
The birds sang a beautiful melody inside the exotic gardens of Capsule Corps. Although it was a sunny weekend, everybody, including Vegeta, decided to just stay at home.
"Morning dad!" Bra greeted her father happily as she spotted him walking towards the kitchen. She quickly reached him and hook her arms with his, after giving a light peck on his cheek. Vegeta had his usual I-don't-care-about-anything expression but he could never deny he did appreciate his daughter's company. She was an adult now but she was still as spontaneous and cheerful as always. Actually, nobody used to escape from her contagious energy. Nor even the arrogant prince of Saiyans.
They entered the kitchen and immediately noticed it was a huge mess. On the table, there were a pile of books about cooking, and all sort of meal ingredients. Right in front of the stove there was Trunks, all concentrated on preparing something you could tell it was food.
"What the hell is the brat doing?" Vegeta scowled.
"Oh, nothing extraordinary, dad. It has been one week since oniichan put on his little purple head that he needs to learn how to cook." informed Bra.
"Is he sick or something?" asked the Saiyan prince.
"Well, he just said he wants to be a skillful man. I really didn't understand what he was talking about. Poor oniichan..." Bra shook her head.
After a few seconds Trunks finally noticed his father and his sister looking at him.
"Good morning, otousan, Bra." he greeted.
"Brat, what is this big mess, not that I care, but the woman may not like it." Vegeta stated.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll clean it up after I'm done." responded his son.
"You see dad? I think he wants to impress someone..." said Bra, jokingly. Little did she know she was right... (for those who didn't understand, read the previous chapter again)
"Shut up, Bra! It's none of your business." shouted the angry brother.
"All right..." Bra lifted her hands. "Then let me at least prepare daddy's meal." she told him, fussing over the fridge while Vegeta took a sit by a chair next the table. Actually, her food was even worse than Bulma's, but the Saiyan prince never had enough courage to tell his daughter... Besides, she was always so sweet and happy around him, why hurt her feelings? Poor Veggie...
Meanwhile at the Son's, Pan was going downstairs when she spotted her father sat on the couch, reading his newspaper, as usual. She thought he didn't have changed a bit, since she was a child. He was still handsome and those glasses only made him look very charming. She approached him and sat by his side, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Hi, sweetie." Gohan kissed the top of her head.
"Hi, dad." she responded, staring at nowhere.
"Is my little daughter sad today?" the tender father put the newspaper aside and pulled his beloved girl into his lap. Pan chuckled.
"What is funny dear?" he asked, making a face even funnier.
"You calling me little and cuddling me like a baby." she replied, still laughing.
"You'll always be my little girl, Pan-chan, even when you become a grandmother..." he told her.
"I don't care, I like being with you, dad..." she rested her head on his strong chest.
"Tell me dear, what's up in this beautiful head?" Gohan poked Pan's forehead gently with his finger.
"Dad, will I ever be able to forget someone I like so much? Someone who I have always admired and cared for? Someone that causes me so much pain when he's with another person instead of being with me?" she asked him, in a sad voice.
"Oh, sweetie, so that's it... And you are talking about Trunks, right?" She didn't respond, just nodded. "But Pan-chan, he's much older than you, maybe you are just a little confused." Gohan told her.
"Dad, I'm not a teenager to have silly crushes anymore. I'm mature enough to be sure about my feelings." Pan got off her father's lap, and just sat back by his side.
"Have you already talked with him?" he simply asked. She shook her head.
"Pan-chan, I recognize I have spoiled you a bit, but you were always a self-confident person, and stubborn sometimes. Now there you are, sad, quiet and defeated since you came back. Where is my strong, determined daughter? I don't even see that bright in your eyes..." Pan looked at his father, a bit shocked. "I could simply tell you to find a nice guy who was about your age, but I know that forgetting someone special isn't that easy. And I'm really tired of seeing you all depressed, every single day, Pan..."
"What... What do you mean, dad?" the girl asked, eyes wide open.
"I'm saying..." Gohan sighed. "I'm saying if you love him, fight for him!"
"Dad!!!" she exclaimed, completely surprised.
"Now move on, Miss, before I take it back." said her father, grabbing his newspaper once again.
"Thank you! Thank you dad!" she kissed his cheek and rushed to her bedroom like a rocket. Gohan just shook his head.
Later that afternoon, Bra was watching an anime OVA on the TV when she heard the doorbell ring. She walked lazily towards the door and opened it.
"Hi Pan! Came to visit your little friend?" asked the blue haired girl, pointing her finger at herself.
"Yeah.." she said, cheerfully.
"Oh, please come in!" Bra stepped back so the other girl could enter.
"Er... Bra, can I talk with Trunks, first? I mean, if he's home..." Pan scanned the room and noticed nobody was there.
"Well, he's on his bedroom..." Bra told her. "Hey, what is that you are holding?" asked Bra, noticing a small package tied with a blue lace on Pan's hands.
"Oh, nothing important... Can I go up?" Pan quickly hid the object out of Bra's sight and pointed her thumb at the stairs.
"Sure..." Bra gave her an odd look and shrugged.
Pan knocked at Trunks' door, but there came no response. Actually, all she could hear was a rock music playing a bit loudly. She then turned the knob and just peeked inside. There he was, in front of a sound player, with his eyes closed. He was moving his head back and forth, while playing an invisible guitar. Pan started to laugh hard at the sight.
Trunks opened his eyes and nearly fell back as he saw Pan looking and laughing at him. He quickly turned off the player and began blushing with embarrassment. "P-Pan???" he exclaimed.
"Woo-hoo!!! Cheers to the great guitarist Trunks Briefs!" The young woman put the packet she was carrying between her knees and began applauding him cheerfully.
"What are you doing here, Pan?" he asked, still surprised. Pan loved when he blushed, he was absolutely cute... She walked towards him and handed the small packet, along with a tinny card attached to it. It read:
'To my dearest,
Happy Birthday!!
~ Son Pan ~.'
"Eh???" Trunks stared at her with a puzzled face. "But Pan, today isn't my birthday, actually it will be within one month..." he thought it was very strange, since she had never forgotten the date of his birthday.
"I know Trunks... I just... couldn't wait..." she smiled sheepishly, putting her hands behind her.
Trunks still had an odd expression, but then he began to open the packet. "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry but it's not too expensive. I hope you like it, though..." she continued smiling at him.
"Well, anything from you must be special, Pan..." he told her. Now it was her turn to blush. He finished unwrapping the gift and found out it was a book. "For Eternity..." he spoke, reading the title. "What is it about?" he asked, curious.
"Oh, it's a romance... My favorite!" she informed.
"Hmm... I'm not used to reading romances, but since it's your favorite I'll give it a try. Thank you, Pan..." he leaned forward to give her a little hug. She felt her heart go racing at his warm embrace. Dizzily, she stepped back after he pulled from her and stumbled over a small object on the floor, falling on her butt, right then.
"Pan, watch out!" Trunks kneeled by her side and helped her up. "I'm sorry, my room is a big mess today..." he apologized. They remained looking at each other for quite a while, with Pan still holding his hand for support. For an instant, Pan felt her heart skip a beat. Neither of them knew what to say next and they didn't notice their faces approaching slowly, dangerously, until their lips finally met. Turbulent thoughts invaded both their minds, but even so Pan could feel her body being slowly pushed towards Trunks' bed.
To be detailed on the next chapter...
Comments: Oh, geez,
I'm really more eager than anyone else to reach chapter 07... But I still
have two chapters to write... *sigh* And for those who are wondering, no,
there won't be any lemon chapter on this story, maybe just a sweet lime,
he he... (hint, hint) Oh yeah, I've been hearing about readers loosing
interest on T/P. Well, I guess I can't do anything about that... But I'll
just tell you I am and I'll ALWAYS be a T/P writer no matter what happens,
just because keeping them up is a great challenge nowadays. See ya!