Warning: mild cussing
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WRITER'S BLOCK
chapter 2
She'd been away from reality for so long she'd almost forgotten people could create so much noise, or more to the point that people could call such a catastrophe music. Trunks, through great self control, resisted the urge to cover his ears, but Pan couldn't help herself. They smiled ruefully at each other then strode defiantly into the nightclub. Goten, Marron and Bra gave the two strange looks and headed straight for the dance floor; having recovered and gotten used to the onslaught of sound Trunks and Pan soon followed.
Taking a break from dancing pan settled herself down at the bar, just soaking in the atmosphere. Sure the place was noisy but just being around so many people - where everyone was out to have a good time - was doing wonders for her. It had been so long - too long - since she'd had this type of company so she was savouring every minute of it and storing her memory with scenes and thoughts to write about later.
Unbeknown to her a reckless, satisfied grin spread itself over her face making those around her wonder just *what* she'd been up to. A rather good looking guy sauntered over and said, "Enjoying yourself?" To which Pan turned her head and stared dumbly at the stranger for long minutes, 'till she broke from her reverie and regained her senses.
"Uh....yeah. Yeah, actually it's great! Why'dya ask?"
"No reason, you just looked happy is all. I'm Jake, by the way." She shook his extended hand and introduced herself.
"Hey do I know you from somewhere? I swear I know you." This was said with some confusion, for Pan generally didn't forget a face, and she began to worry all her writing was making her loose her mind. [Aquilla: we know better don't we? You HAVE to be insane to call yourself a writer!]
He looked a little sheepish at this, then admitted the reason for his conversation with her. "We had a lecture together last year at the University. It took me a while to recognise you too at first, then I just had to talk to you - you looked like you were composing a story in your head or something!" It was her turn for the sheepish grin and at her acknowledgement he laughed. "I remember you were always writing - always. Hey, you still walk around permanently attached to your notebook? You never let that outa your sight while you were studying!"
"Hey! I just like to write, that's all. And no, I left that at home this time. Actually come to think of it I should have brought it with me, I've got so many ideas now for my book! Although, where I would have kept it I don't know." That last comment she made looking ruefully down at her attire, which consisted of skin-tight black leather pants, mid-calf length steel-capped boots (NOT heels), a three-quarter see through red top with a tight black singlet top over it. On her head she wore the trademark Son Pan bandanna - blood red - tying back her long, silky black hair. All in all she was quite a sight, which explained the fact that the eyes of every man at the bar followed her every move.
After another drink Pan let Jake lead her onto the dance floor and instantly both were infected by the beat of the music and the vibe of the writhing horde surrounding them. They danced for ages on end, chatting when the volume of the music allowed it, swaying with the beat when it didn't. Jake discovered she had received a contract with a top publisher immediately after graduation, not of course that he was surprised with the news. Pan in turn found out that he had just been hired as a journalist for a newspaper - one that coincidentally was largely backed by Capsule Corporation. She laughed at that and immediately resolved on introducing him and Trunks first chance she got.
That turned out to be sooner than she thought, considering almost the very next moment her purple haired friend tugged at her elbow demanding her attention. Jake followed her out of the crush to where the group was assembled, ready to go home.
"Hey Pan, you ready to go?" Obviously her friends were all dog-tired and although she really didn't want to leave just then she knew if she made them stay they'd very likely collapse.
"He and I thought I was the one who didn't get out much! Isn't clubbing almost every night supposed to increase your stamina? Anyway, yeah I spose we should get going." She turned around and to her new friend said, "Catch ya later! You've got my number right?" To his affirmative she smiled and saluted, then hurried out the door after the others.
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Back at Trunks' place everyone was about to leave when they noticed Marron nudging him, as though she wanted him to say something. They all knew how much she and Trunks cared about each other and were vastly curious as to what exactly he was meant to tell them.
"He he umm....yeah." Suddenly the warrior was so bashful and nervous they hardly recognised him as Trunks. "Well, ya see, you know me'n Marron've been going out for three years, right? Well we sorta, I've sorta, umm.....eh?" He stared helplessly around the group, desperately seeking support. Pan burst out laughing at his antics but sobered at his wounded look, then sprang up and hugged the both of them so tight they thought they might just pass out from lack of air.
"OH I'm so HAPPY!! I can't believe it!" She began prancing around the living room yelling incomprehensible exclamations, and when they finally got her standing still again she immediately bear-hugged Marron and squealed, "Can I be a bridesmaid? Can I?"
Goten and Bra face faulted and eventually managed to squeak out something to the effects of, "You're getting married?"
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The two months till the wedding passed in a merry blur of invitations, dresses and parties. Somehow the happy couple survived their buck's and hen's nights, although neither could work out exactly how. Once the day arrived though, both were, for lack of a better term, shitting bricks.
"Uhh.....Goten? I will live through this, won't I?" A very nervous Trunks was staring at his tuxedoed self in the mirror, trying hard not to faint.
"You love her, right? So then where's the problem?"
"It's not that I'm worried about - it's the family afterwards!" Goten laughed heartily at that, not realising his friend was serious.
"No, really! They're gunna want photos - lots of photos! And they're gunna expect kids! I'm too young to have kids, Goten!" To this his unsympathetic friend just kept on laughing, although he did stop when Trunks finally got fed up with his and decked him. He felt better after that.
Standing at the alter rather intensified his stomach-butterflies tenfold, but still his breath was taken away by Marron's beauty as she walked - no, glided - down the isle. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in the world, decked out in a simple creamy golden-white satin dress that hugged her curves and fell gracefully to the floor, her bouquet of gorgeous white lilies picked out with blood red miniature roses echoed in a wreath about her head, from which two white ribbons flowed down her back ending at her knees. Trunks wasn't oblivious to the beauty of her two bridesmaids - Pan and Bra - but still he was bewitched by the angel before him.
The ceremony and vows passed in a blur of happy tears for the onlookers, and quickened heartbeats for the couple. Trunks was correct in his apprehension - they did want photos. Lots of photos. Goten couldn't escape the torture either, considering he was best man and all. Somehow though they all survived and made it safely through the reception, from where the newlyweds left for their honeymoon to a deserted tropical island that only a select few (namely two full sayains, three demi-sayains and their mates) knew about.
Back at Capsule Corps the Z-gang was left to clean up, although they of course left that job till the next morning (more correctly the next afternoon), considering the fact that pretty much every single one of them spent the night passed out wherever they had landed once the party finally finished in the wee hours of the morning.
Pan couldn't help feeling, along with her great pleasure in their happiness, that her friendship with Trunks might not be as close as what it had previously - that she had perhaps lost her best friend. That emotion was immediately drowned out by her bubbling joy, but still it would remain and leave her unsettled.
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yeah ok so it's short - hey, i'm tired! well anyway tell me whatcha think, k?