** OOC ALERT! BWEEE! =P **
Prepare yourselves for some OOC conflicts...but not the phsyical kind! More like...romantic conflicts. It's something you probably weren't expecting in this fanfic...oh well =P I'm a sappy romance writer, I couldn't help it. For you poor action buffs who've come across this fanfic and were hoping for some real 'murdered relatives + revenge = death', you won't be disapointed. Fear not, action buffs! There IS fighting still in store! Gorey stuff...blood =P
More Japanese vocab...gomen, gomen, can't help using more.
Shizuka na = "Shut your trap! "
Nani = "What?"
Uso yo = "No way! That's a lie!"
Nande kuso = "What's this crap?"
Kono ama = "You dirty slut!"
Ohayoo gozaimasu = "Good morning"
Aishiteru = "I love you"
Hontou = "It's the truth; honest."
Yakusoku = "Promise."
Nanda = What did you say?
Doushite = Why?
Damare = Cut it out!
Hanashite = Tell me!
Yamero = Stop that!
Bishoujo = Pretty/beautiful girl
Ano = "Um...well...er, you know..."
Sh'teme = French slang for "Je t'aime"...which can be easily translated to I love you
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Part 2a: November Rain
"USO YO!" Trunks' voice rang in Pan's ears. She didn't think he'd be THAT loud...
After he calmed down and took deep breaths, Trunks closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Juuhachi-gou...dead...he thought to himself. Pan killed her...that's amazing...He sat up and looked at Pan. "Are you serious?" She nodded.
Without telling her where he was going or what he was going to do, Trunks left. Walked straight out the door and kept walking. The odd thing was, Pan understood. She was prepared for that...to watch him walk away. He needed time. Time to think about this, and how this would impact this world. There was one less jinzouningen. I think he considered it his mission to kill them off, she thought to herself, and I just took it away from him. She sighed. Oh well...I'll need to talk to him about it later.
Crystalline tears hung from his eyes which proved that even he, too, was weak. I can barely believe it...he thought in horrified amazement. That small girl...she has enough power stored inside her to kill jinzouningen...like Juuhachi-gou. And me. A tear fell onto his hand. Juuhachi-gou...she was gone. No more sister to go on killing sprees with. While for anyone, that would be no loss at all...it was had an immense change on his life...it altered his life style forever.
After pushing all thoughts of his sister and silly emotions aside, Juunana-gou's head hung, deep in thought...How could such a small, insignificant girl beat Juuhachi-gou, a jinzouningen who was trained to fight? It just doesn't make sense, he thought. Juuhachi-gou seemed to not even try to fight back! He frowned. That onna no ko couldn't have possibly been stronger then her...could she? Well...she was pretty amazing. She's pretty, too. His head shot up once that thought wiggled its way into his head. PRETTY?! Iie, she's beautiful. "Nani?!" he yelled at himself. "Nande kuso?! Why am I thinking this?!"
His feet dipped in the cool lake, Trunks sighed. He found it so hard to accept the fact that she was dead. Finally, a jinzouningen was dead...he should be ecstatic. Instead, Trunks only found emptiness. Revenge was supposed to be sweet, wasn't it? If it was yours, his mind whispered. If it was your revenge, it would be perfect. But it wasn't yours...it was Pan's. He slammed his fist into the ground beside him, scaring away the fish that were peacefully swimming by his feet. Kuso! It should be my victory, not HERS! he thought, angry. She had no right to do it! It was MINE! They killed my father! I barely KNEW my father! Kami-sama, WHY? Why did Pan do that?! Why?!...
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Months passed, and nothing changed. Trunks was still angry at Pan. He couldn't stand being in the same room as her; hence, Trunks spent the greater part of his days in the gravity room or the woods, training.
Pan didn't try to argue with Trunks that she did, in fact, have a good reason to kill Juuhachi-gou. After all...she had aided in the death of her father whom she'd never met...all because of the damned jinzouningen. She would never have any happy memories about 'family togetherness'. Her family had never been complete since the day she was born. That truth was her shadow wherever she went, and Trunks...--her best and only friend-- his absence only made that shadow darker. Like him, she poured her heart into the training that became her life. Bulma had made another gravity room so she could train...that way, there would be no conflicts between her, Trunks, and the lone gravity room. Pan's hours were spent in there, or far away, at a lake. The lake provided her with the chance to train underwater which she found exceedingly difficult. Ki attacks were harder. Pan had no one to teach her ki attacks --considering all other saiya-jins on this planet were deceased, and Trunks wasn't an option at the time-- therefore, she taught herself her own. She learned that if she became angry enough, she could easily summon her ki. By thinking of Trunks often, Pan found herself easily getting mad. Underwater, she would train, for hours on end, teaching herself how to master the ki techniques she made up. Another thing Pan taught herself was how to hide her ki...it was hard to master, but came in useful. You see...Pan spied on Trunks every chance she got. Although he was mad at her, she couldn't help but locate his own ki, and watch him while he trained. She admired his awesome power, and would try to train herself to be just as good as him. After she had watched him one too many times, Pan realized she had a crush on him. Every time he would take his shirt off to train, Pan would find herself blushing furiously. That smile, the one that could brighten anyone's day, was the thing she missed about him. She missed being teased by him. She missed his humor. She missed being trained by him. She missed having him help her with her homework. She missed EVERYTHING about Trunks Briefs-Vejita, yet Pan found, to her dismay, that her pride was too great for her to go up to him and apologize, or even to say hello...
Instead, she admired --maybe...loved?-- him from afar.
Look at her, looking at him, while you're thinking of her. You don't stand a chance with that one...the only one you've ever wanted. Don't look at her! Turn away! Quickly, before you get lost in her appearance, her intelligence, her wit, her skill, and those beautiful eyes... Juunana-gou slammed his fist hard into a tree which cracked where he hit it and shattered. Why can't you just tell her?! Go up to her, talk to her. What's the matter with you? You're a jinzouningen! You're not allowed to have...FEELINGS! Another tree went down, except this time, it cracked in half and creaked as it collapsed on the ground. Why? Why do I feel...this way...about a saiya-jin girl?
She was sleeping. Pan's features were peaceful and a small smile played along her lips. Juunana-gou, who sat on her bed by her side, wondered what she was dreaming about. His heart --what a second, what heart?-- leapt as he noticed his oranga bandana in her hands, close to her chest...close to her heart. Millions of hopes rose in his mind to see her like that, clutching something of his -something he WORE, no less!- so close to her small body. For a brief second, Juunana-gou wondered why he felt this way, but dismissed it in another second. Why should he care? Here, before him, lay the strong, beautiful object he wanted -or was it needed? He didn't care. Placing his hand on her cheek lightly, he traced her features. Unlike feminine girls, Pan had blunt features that forced you to look in her eyes. Juunana-gou considered her eyes the most breathtaking part of her...when she had looked at him with those eyes after she'd disposed of his sister, his heart --here's that heart talk again; you have no heart...right?-- had stopped, captured by the intensity of her flaming blue eyes. On impluse, he lowered his head, turning to kiss her.
Pan awoke to a hand on her cheek and soft, cool lips gently pressed against his own. She kissed the person back, receiving a murmur of surprise from who she thought was her Trunks. "Pan..." the man breathed against her lips. She smiled a little before the color drained from her face. I know that voice...she thought wildly, and it's not Trunks! Her eyes flew open to see half closed, slanted pale blue eyes, and black hair. She tore away from him, and shrieked, "JUUNANA-GOU!!!!" He merely smiled at her and said, "Hai, that would be me."
"Wh-wha...Aren't you g-gonna kill m-me?" Pan asked, fearful. She knew he had the upper hand this time; she was frightened, nowhere near as calm as usual. He chuckled at her question. "Iie. I don't see how I could ever live with myself if I killed a beautiful creature like yourself," he murmured, sending shivers up her spine and goosebumps on her skin from the tenderness in his voice.
"N-nani?" She asked in the barest of whispers, the stutters beginning to leave her voice, and strange curiousity replacing fear.
He advanced on her bed towards her on hands and knees, moving so cat-like he looked like a panther moving in on his prey. "Hai...you are beautiful..." Those eyes of his were getting to her... "Very beautiful..." Uh-oh, he's getting closer, Pan thought nervously. "..and I want you." His arms came around her and his mouth covered hers.
This kiss was different from the one had he given her before. Then, his lips had been cool, and the kiss was soft and tender. Now, his lips warmed her from the inside out. Heat from him seeped into her and made her body hot. Pan's body ignored her inner screams to pull away and stop this, and willingly kissed the jinzouningen back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She put her hands behind his head to bring surprisingly delicious mouth closer so she could taste him...
Videl was walking up the stairs, heading to Pan's room. She smiled. Pan always loved having her lunch brought up into her room, and Videl was happy to comply. Shaking her head and smiling, Videl thought, what a lazy saiya-jin Pan-chan can be! She reminds me so much of Gohan sometimes... She walked carefully into Pan's room so as not to drop the platter. Videl looked up and opened her mouth to announce her food was here when a scream came out instead as the food platter crashed to the ground. "J-JINZOUNINGEN!!" Videl, hysterical, screamed twice, pointing at Juunana-gou and backing away trembling to press against the wall. By now, Pan had torn herself away from him and trembled in realization of what had just happened...or rather, what had just passed between her and the jinzouningen.
Looking at Pan longingly, Juunana-gou sighed. He didn't belong here, nor was he welcome here. It was time to go. After standing up, Juunana-gou went out the same way he came: through Pan's open window.
While he was a mile or so away from what was going on in Pan's room, Trunks still heard Videl's scream faintly. As soon as Trunks heard her say 'jinzouningen', he was already halfway there. The instant he landed, he raced up the stairs to find Videl was now sobbing, still in hysterics, with Pan shivering and crying quietly a few feet away. Videl was in a crumpled heap on the floor. Pan lay on her bed in a feral position, still clutching the orange bandana.
Trunks didn't know what to do. I...I'll get kaasan and Chichi-san! They'll know what to do...
Minutes later, Trunks returned with Chichi and Bulma, who immediately dropped into what he calls 'mother-mode'. Chichi was beside Pan and hugging her in a comforting, mother-like way while Bulma did the same for Videl. Each murmured soothing sentences to the crying ladies until their hysterics and sobs subsided. After both of them had calmed down enough to talk coherently, they were brought down to the kitchen, and made hot tea. Bulma, Chichi and Trunks sat the two down on the couch, and waited for explainations. Once the story poured out of Videl, they all stared at Pan, shocked speechless.
"H-he...kissed me...I didn't...he called me beautiful..." Pan said, in an confused daze. Inside her head,
"I don't care if he called you a fucking GODDESS! HE KILLED YOUR GODDAMN FATHER AND MINE! KONO AMA!" Trunks roared at her, his hair turning gold.
A renewal of a thousand tears streamed down her cheeks, so many it seemed as if someone had just turned on a faucet to let them all out. Questions and angry comments came from Trunks until Pan could take it no longer. Like Trunks had done to her eariler, Pan soundlessly got up and fled.
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Weeks passed, and no one had been able to find Pan. Videl would cry herself to sleep each night; she couldn't deal with the loss of her daughter. Chichi wasn't doing any better. Both of them refused to speak two words to Trunks until they got little Pan-chan back. Bulma wasn't all too happy with Trunks either. Every day that he would come back from searching for Pan, and empty handed, she would look at him coldly, and tell him she was disapointed with him. That hurt him most of all, to have his beloved mother, his only relative, tell him that she was disapointed in him.
He was a failure.
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Her head was resting on its favorite spot --his chest-- while she slept soundly. A naked Juunana-gou smoothed an equally naked Pan's bangs back from her face, smiling at her softly. This past year since she'd come to him in the rain, drenched to the bone and shivering, had turned him around. Things he hadn't known exsisted were shown to him by this sixteen year old onna. He called her amazing. Every little thing she does is magic, he thought to himself. I think I'm in love with her...Juunana-gou watched her eyes flutter open, and he grinned at her. "Ohayoo gozaimasu, Pan...did I tire you out last night?"
Yawning, Pan replied, "Iie, Juunana-gou, I just wanted to go to sleep."
Grinning wider, he said, "Sure ya did. I'll bet you just don't wanna admit that I can tire you out by screwing you any day of the week."
A blush crept up Pan's neck to cover her cheeks. "Juunana-GOU!" she exclaimed, smacking his chest, "don't use such words around me!"
"Aren't you the same onna who, at nine years old, called me a bakayaro?" he teased.
Pan grinned at him mischieviously. "Hai...but you didn't seem to mind!" she added, kissing his neck. He sighed in content and kissed her forehead. "Pan?"
"Mmmmmmmmm?"
Juunana-gou kissed her ear softly. "For always, Pan, I will not let you go."
"I never want you to let me go," she whispered, her lips lightly trailing against the skin of his neck. "I want to stay like this forever...forever in your arms."
His arms tightened around her possessively. "I'll happily comply to your wishes...I'll never let you go. Hontou. I would rather die first."
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After failing to find her for so long, he became obsessed. Obsessed with her. Absolutely everything about her would fascinate him. He would look at old pictures taken of her, and drink in her appearance; how happy she looked, the waves of her hair, the brightness in her eyes. He would take out her old and torn gi, and smell it, for it still had her scent on it. He needed her. No longer could Trunks live without Son Pan Satan in his life. He lived in her room, among all her belongings. He would stare at pictures of her for hours on end. He would only eat her favorite foods and watch her favorite shows. He knew everything about her that he could have until she left. He was, like Chichi, Bulma, and Videl told him countless times, obsessed. They had also told him to give her up for dead. He refused, telling them he knew she was still alive. And that she would come back to them.
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Pan giggled and rolled her eyes as found herself swept up in Juunana-gou's arms. "Put me down; I can walk by myself, I'll have you know!" she teased.
Grinning, he said, "Okay." And dropped her.
Pan shrieked as soon as her body hit the cold lake. "Juunana-GOU!" she yelled at him.
"You told me to put you down, sooo..." he grinned.
"Agh! I didn't MEAN it!"
Juunana-gou watched Pan get frustrated and curse him as she got out of the water, still with that triumphant grin --no longer smirk-- on his face.
"Hmmph," A very wet Pan muttered, "you can be just so mean sometimes..." His grin grew wider. "Baby, that's how I stayed alive!"
"What have I told you about calling me that?" Pan asked in a growl.
"Ummm...to call you it at all times possible?" he said, half-laughing.
"I believe you're WRONG! I hate it when you cal me that!"
"Iie."
"Nanda?"
"I said, iie. You like it very much. I can tell," he smirked --okay, so he does still smirk, "by the way your eyes gleam whenever I call you baby or babe. You adore it."
Pan blushed bright red. Since when he had known her so well? "Since I found out I love you." Pan gasped and turned to him. "N-nani?" How on EARTH had he read her mind?!
He smiled at her, his eyes softening from their old coldness. "Pan, you heard me..." he advanced until he was a bare whisper from her and lowered his head down, seeking her lips. "Aishiteru, Pan-chan..." his whispered, just before his lips came down on hers.
As if it were instinct to do so, Pan's arms came up and around his neck. Her hands rested on the back of his head, gently pushing down to gain access to more of his mouth. She felt his arms encircle her waist, pulling her body close to his. Smiling through the kissing, Pan wondered just where the softer side of Juunana-gou had been when he had been different...
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Trunks was flying towards 'his' lake. Instict told him that if he wanted to find Pan, he should go to the lake. Smiling, he sped up a little. Today would be the day he saw his Pan again!
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Juunana-gou was resting with his back against the tree while Pan floated on her back in the water. Wispy white clouds were whisked across the unburdened sky. Pan smiled, reveling in the feel of the sun rays that warmed her skin, and the water stealing the warmth, should it dare to seep into and make warm the water-cooled skin. She wondered what Trunks was doing now...although she wouldn't openly admit it, Pan missed him terribly. His humor and Juunana-gou's were different...she and the jinzouningen --although she never thought of him as that anymore-- shared the same dry humor. Trunks, of course, he had that habit of making dry, sarcastic comments....but he also would mimick and mock people. That always made her laugh... I think I miss that the most, Pan thought. His humor. Well, besides his body...she grinned wickedly, giggling a little, and closed her eyes, remembering the hours she would spend watching him train. Watching his roped muscles move in a wave-like motion was fascinating. His movements were always fluid...how like right now: the way he was running towards her was so sleek, so fluid, so--
--NANI?!
Pan sat straight up, and stared ahead. There he was. Not an illusion. Her heart leapt. He missed me? she thought, amazed at the sheer thought. He's so happy to see me...that's just amazing. He missed me, even after all that I did. Wow...
So lost in her thoughts was Pan that she hadn't noticed that Trunks was right in front of her, until she found herself jerked from her spot, and caught up in a tight saiya-jin hug. "Pan...where were you?" Trunks asked softly, his mouth close by her ear. Goosebumps crawled along her skin. What a voice..."I was here."
He chuckled lightly. "Well, where's here?"
"...Ano..." she mumbled.
"Nani?"
"I was staying with him..." Pan said, her voice low.
"NANI? You were staying with a guy?!"
"Hai, Trunks-san. I've been living with him," she finished, point over to Juunana-gou who was still resting under the tree. Trunks' eyes followed the direction her finger pointed. She braced herself for--
Pan found herself immediately blown back because of the shocking force of him suddenly turning super saiya-jin. Without giving him a chance, Trunks lunged at Juunana-gou, howling, while Pan screamed for him to watch out.
Startled, Juunana-gou looked up in enough time to see the fury on the lavender warrior's face as his fist connected in a viscious uppercut to his neck. His head slammed backwards into the tree trunk, and his lungs shrieked painfully from the sudden lack of air...Trunks had cut off his windpipe with that punch to his sensitive neck.
Trunks wasn't about to let Juunana-gou recover. Over and over, he jammed his fists into the jinzouningen's stomach, causing the air-deprieved 'Droid to hack up blood. His teeth were gritted, and he was grinding them in anger. The thought of Pan --his little Pan!-- living with such a creature...his blood boiled, and he slammed his fist extra hard in the jinzouningen's stomach.
His eyes faded to a much paler blue then usual. His body seemed molded into the tree...blood was gushing from his mouth at an alarming rate which was turning his black shirt into red.
Tears ran their course down Pan's cheeks. She considered herself helpless to do anything. I'm in love with the both of them...she realized, wiping her eyes. But...who do I love more? More tears.
It hit her to suddenly Pan was nearly knocked off her feet. He's dying before my eyes! Pan thought wildly. The man I love is killing the other man I love...Kami-sama, I think I'm insane. What's happening to me? How could this have happened, have unfolded before my eyes, so quickly...and I haven't even reacted yet! Could I go super saiya-jin? No...I'm not angry...I feel frustrated...I don't understand...Juunana-gou loves me...does Trunks? What I saw in those eyes...iie! It's not true! I love only one man! I swear it! Tears rolled down her cheeks, staining her porcelain cheeks. I don't love Trunks! I'm in love with Juunana-gou, I just know it! Aren't I? Hai, hai, I am! I must be! What else could I be feeling for him? It's not...not lust, is it?...IIE! PAN! STOP THAT! Frustration, pain, and confusion built themselves inside Pan, until it all burst out. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" Pan screamed, her hair turning golden.
Surprised, Trunks quit pounding on Juunana-gou, who was fading out fast. In front of them both stood Pan, panting in exertion from...what? From watching this? Iie, Juunana-gou thought. She's in pain. Dooshite, Pan-chan?... Very slowly, he extended his arm out, and his hand upwards, as if he were trying to touch her face.
Trunks was startled out of super saiya-jin. Bloody fists in the air, he stared at Pan, open mouthed. "Pan...?" he asked uncertainly, his face expressing complete and total confusion.
She glanced at the both of them briefly, taking in her fill of each unique characteristiques of theirs she loved so much...and without a clue of what else to do, Pan flew off, leaving two very confused men behind.
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Laying on his bed, Juunana-gou wondered where she was. It had been over a month now since she had left him and Trunks there with him bleeding to death. Trunks had been so startled and so disoriented that he'd just taken off, leaving Juunana-gou there to die. He'd stayed there for a whole week, just lying there, thinking of Pan and feeling terrbily abandoned. Although he was built so his wounds healed easily, other wounds left unattended. The emotional ones that he wasn't supposed to have stuck out like a sore thumb. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't fly without Pan passing through his head. Those symptoms only gave way to a single conclusion: he was in love with Son Pan Satan. He'd been wondering if he really did love her...all his suspicions were confirmed now. Now that he didn't have her. Why couldn't he have her now, when he needed her most?...
After several long hours of mourning what he didn't have, Juunana-gou got sick of himself, and went for a walk. Maybe a walk in the rain is just what I need, he mused, sinking into a depressingly satisfied mood.
Trunks was perched upon a cliff. Rain poured down, drenching him to the very fillings in his bones; he liked to pretend it didn't affect him that it was November now. November is his birthday. And his love isn't here to celebrate it with him...
Watching the cars pass below him and people scatter mindlessly across busy streets, Trunks was thinking of her. Pan was everything he needed...a strong willed woman who would challenge him, be his equal in all ways. Intelligence, power, and love. The three things he cherished most, and she could give him them all. Why isn't she mine then? Trunks asked himself. Was it something I said, something I did?...Kami-sama, does she...does she love Juunana-gou? IIE! It couldn't be. No one could love a cold blooded killer such as himself. It's impossible...right? "Ne, Pan-chan?" Trunks asked aloud. "Isn't that right? You don't love Juunana-gou. You love me. Only me. Come back to me and tell me that you love me, and you always will. You'll forever be mine. I'll be your obsession like you are mine. I'll love your quirks. Hell...I already love all your quirks. In fact, Son Pan Satan, I love you. Aishiteru. Sh'teme. I'll tell you in any language," he finished in a whipser, "as long as you say you love me back."
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~ P-chan
Prepare yourselves for some OOC conflicts...but not the phsyical kind! More like...romantic conflicts. It's something you probably weren't expecting in this fanfic...oh well =P I'm a sappy romance writer, I couldn't help it. For you poor action buffs who've come across this fanfic and were hoping for some real 'murdered relatives + revenge = death', you won't be disapointed. Fear not, action buffs! There IS fighting still in store! Gorey stuff...blood =P
More Japanese vocab...gomen, gomen, can't help using more.
Shizuka na = "Shut your trap! "
Nani = "What?"
Uso yo = "No way! That's a lie!"
Nande kuso = "What's this crap?"
Kono ama = "You dirty slut!"
Ohayoo gozaimasu = "Good morning"
Aishiteru = "I love you"
Hontou = "It's the truth; honest."
Yakusoku = "Promise."
Nanda = What did you say?
Doushite = Why?
Damare = Cut it out!
Hanashite = Tell me!
Yamero = Stop that!
Bishoujo = Pretty/beautiful girl
Ano = "Um...well...er, you know..."
Sh'teme = French slang for "Je t'aime"...which can be easily translated to I love you
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Part 2a: November Rain
"USO YO!" Trunks' voice rang in Pan's ears. She didn't think he'd be THAT loud...
After he calmed down and took deep breaths, Trunks closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Juuhachi-gou...dead...he thought to himself. Pan killed her...that's amazing...He sat up and looked at Pan. "Are you serious?" She nodded.
Without telling her where he was going or what he was going to do, Trunks left. Walked straight out the door and kept walking. The odd thing was, Pan understood. She was prepared for that...to watch him walk away. He needed time. Time to think about this, and how this would impact this world. There was one less jinzouningen. I think he considered it his mission to kill them off, she thought to herself, and I just took it away from him. She sighed. Oh well...I'll need to talk to him about it later.
Crystalline tears hung from his eyes which proved that even he, too, was weak. I can barely believe it...he thought in horrified amazement. That small girl...she has enough power stored inside her to kill jinzouningen...like Juuhachi-gou. And me. A tear fell onto his hand. Juuhachi-gou...she was gone. No more sister to go on killing sprees with. While for anyone, that would be no loss at all...it was had an immense change on his life...it altered his life style forever.
After pushing all thoughts of his sister and silly emotions aside, Juunana-gou's head hung, deep in thought...How could such a small, insignificant girl beat Juuhachi-gou, a jinzouningen who was trained to fight? It just doesn't make sense, he thought. Juuhachi-gou seemed to not even try to fight back! He frowned. That onna no ko couldn't have possibly been stronger then her...could she? Well...she was pretty amazing. She's pretty, too. His head shot up once that thought wiggled its way into his head. PRETTY?! Iie, she's beautiful. "Nani?!" he yelled at himself. "Nande kuso?! Why am I thinking this?!"
His feet dipped in the cool lake, Trunks sighed. He found it so hard to accept the fact that she was dead. Finally, a jinzouningen was dead...he should be ecstatic. Instead, Trunks only found emptiness. Revenge was supposed to be sweet, wasn't it? If it was yours, his mind whispered. If it was your revenge, it would be perfect. But it wasn't yours...it was Pan's. He slammed his fist into the ground beside him, scaring away the fish that were peacefully swimming by his feet. Kuso! It should be my victory, not HERS! he thought, angry. She had no right to do it! It was MINE! They killed my father! I barely KNEW my father! Kami-sama, WHY? Why did Pan do that?! Why?!...
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Months passed, and nothing changed. Trunks was still angry at Pan. He couldn't stand being in the same room as her; hence, Trunks spent the greater part of his days in the gravity room or the woods, training.
Pan didn't try to argue with Trunks that she did, in fact, have a good reason to kill Juuhachi-gou. After all...she had aided in the death of her father whom she'd never met...all because of the damned jinzouningen. She would never have any happy memories about 'family togetherness'. Her family had never been complete since the day she was born. That truth was her shadow wherever she went, and Trunks...--her best and only friend-- his absence only made that shadow darker. Like him, she poured her heart into the training that became her life. Bulma had made another gravity room so she could train...that way, there would be no conflicts between her, Trunks, and the lone gravity room. Pan's hours were spent in there, or far away, at a lake. The lake provided her with the chance to train underwater which she found exceedingly difficult. Ki attacks were harder. Pan had no one to teach her ki attacks --considering all other saiya-jins on this planet were deceased, and Trunks wasn't an option at the time-- therefore, she taught herself her own. She learned that if she became angry enough, she could easily summon her ki. By thinking of Trunks often, Pan found herself easily getting mad. Underwater, she would train, for hours on end, teaching herself how to master the ki techniques she made up. Another thing Pan taught herself was how to hide her ki...it was hard to master, but came in useful. You see...Pan spied on Trunks every chance she got. Although he was mad at her, she couldn't help but locate his own ki, and watch him while he trained. She admired his awesome power, and would try to train herself to be just as good as him. After she had watched him one too many times, Pan realized she had a crush on him. Every time he would take his shirt off to train, Pan would find herself blushing furiously. That smile, the one that could brighten anyone's day, was the thing she missed about him. She missed being teased by him. She missed his humor. She missed being trained by him. She missed having him help her with her homework. She missed EVERYTHING about Trunks Briefs-Vejita, yet Pan found, to her dismay, that her pride was too great for her to go up to him and apologize, or even to say hello...
Instead, she admired --maybe...loved?-- him from afar.
Look at her, looking at him, while you're thinking of her. You don't stand a chance with that one...the only one you've ever wanted. Don't look at her! Turn away! Quickly, before you get lost in her appearance, her intelligence, her wit, her skill, and those beautiful eyes... Juunana-gou slammed his fist hard into a tree which cracked where he hit it and shattered. Why can't you just tell her?! Go up to her, talk to her. What's the matter with you? You're a jinzouningen! You're not allowed to have...FEELINGS! Another tree went down, except this time, it cracked in half and creaked as it collapsed on the ground. Why? Why do I feel...this way...about a saiya-jin girl?
She was sleeping. Pan's features were peaceful and a small smile played along her lips. Juunana-gou, who sat on her bed by her side, wondered what she was dreaming about. His heart --what a second, what heart?-- leapt as he noticed his oranga bandana in her hands, close to her chest...close to her heart. Millions of hopes rose in his mind to see her like that, clutching something of his -something he WORE, no less!- so close to her small body. For a brief second, Juunana-gou wondered why he felt this way, but dismissed it in another second. Why should he care? Here, before him, lay the strong, beautiful object he wanted -or was it needed? He didn't care. Placing his hand on her cheek lightly, he traced her features. Unlike feminine girls, Pan had blunt features that forced you to look in her eyes. Juunana-gou considered her eyes the most breathtaking part of her...when she had looked at him with those eyes after she'd disposed of his sister, his heart --here's that heart talk again; you have no heart...right?-- had stopped, captured by the intensity of her flaming blue eyes. On impluse, he lowered his head, turning to kiss her.
Pan awoke to a hand on her cheek and soft, cool lips gently pressed against his own. She kissed the person back, receiving a murmur of surprise from who she thought was her Trunks. "Pan..." the man breathed against her lips. She smiled a little before the color drained from her face. I know that voice...she thought wildly, and it's not Trunks! Her eyes flew open to see half closed, slanted pale blue eyes, and black hair. She tore away from him, and shrieked, "JUUNANA-GOU!!!!" He merely smiled at her and said, "Hai, that would be me."
"Wh-wha...Aren't you g-gonna kill m-me?" Pan asked, fearful. She knew he had the upper hand this time; she was frightened, nowhere near as calm as usual. He chuckled at her question. "Iie. I don't see how I could ever live with myself if I killed a beautiful creature like yourself," he murmured, sending shivers up her spine and goosebumps on her skin from the tenderness in his voice.
"N-nani?" She asked in the barest of whispers, the stutters beginning to leave her voice, and strange curiousity replacing fear.
He advanced on her bed towards her on hands and knees, moving so cat-like he looked like a panther moving in on his prey. "Hai...you are beautiful..." Those eyes of his were getting to her... "Very beautiful..." Uh-oh, he's getting closer, Pan thought nervously. "..and I want you." His arms came around her and his mouth covered hers.
This kiss was different from the one had he given her before. Then, his lips had been cool, and the kiss was soft and tender. Now, his lips warmed her from the inside out. Heat from him seeped into her and made her body hot. Pan's body ignored her inner screams to pull away and stop this, and willingly kissed the jinzouningen back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She put her hands behind his head to bring surprisingly delicious mouth closer so she could taste him...
Videl was walking up the stairs, heading to Pan's room. She smiled. Pan always loved having her lunch brought up into her room, and Videl was happy to comply. Shaking her head and smiling, Videl thought, what a lazy saiya-jin Pan-chan can be! She reminds me so much of Gohan sometimes... She walked carefully into Pan's room so as not to drop the platter. Videl looked up and opened her mouth to announce her food was here when a scream came out instead as the food platter crashed to the ground. "J-JINZOUNINGEN!!" Videl, hysterical, screamed twice, pointing at Juunana-gou and backing away trembling to press against the wall. By now, Pan had torn herself away from him and trembled in realization of what had just happened...or rather, what had just passed between her and the jinzouningen.
Looking at Pan longingly, Juunana-gou sighed. He didn't belong here, nor was he welcome here. It was time to go. After standing up, Juunana-gou went out the same way he came: through Pan's open window.
While he was a mile or so away from what was going on in Pan's room, Trunks still heard Videl's scream faintly. As soon as Trunks heard her say 'jinzouningen', he was already halfway there. The instant he landed, he raced up the stairs to find Videl was now sobbing, still in hysterics, with Pan shivering and crying quietly a few feet away. Videl was in a crumpled heap on the floor. Pan lay on her bed in a feral position, still clutching the orange bandana.
Trunks didn't know what to do. I...I'll get kaasan and Chichi-san! They'll know what to do...
Minutes later, Trunks returned with Chichi and Bulma, who immediately dropped into what he calls 'mother-mode'. Chichi was beside Pan and hugging her in a comforting, mother-like way while Bulma did the same for Videl. Each murmured soothing sentences to the crying ladies until their hysterics and sobs subsided. After both of them had calmed down enough to talk coherently, they were brought down to the kitchen, and made hot tea. Bulma, Chichi and Trunks sat the two down on the couch, and waited for explainations. Once the story poured out of Videl, they all stared at Pan, shocked speechless.
"H-he...kissed me...I didn't...he called me beautiful..." Pan said, in an confused daze. Inside her head,
"I don't care if he called you a fucking GODDESS! HE KILLED YOUR GODDAMN FATHER AND MINE! KONO AMA!" Trunks roared at her, his hair turning gold.
A renewal of a thousand tears streamed down her cheeks, so many it seemed as if someone had just turned on a faucet to let them all out. Questions and angry comments came from Trunks until Pan could take it no longer. Like Trunks had done to her eariler, Pan soundlessly got up and fled.
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Weeks passed, and no one had been able to find Pan. Videl would cry herself to sleep each night; she couldn't deal with the loss of her daughter. Chichi wasn't doing any better. Both of them refused to speak two words to Trunks until they got little Pan-chan back. Bulma wasn't all too happy with Trunks either. Every day that he would come back from searching for Pan, and empty handed, she would look at him coldly, and tell him she was disapointed with him. That hurt him most of all, to have his beloved mother, his only relative, tell him that she was disapointed in him.
He was a failure.
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Her head was resting on its favorite spot --his chest-- while she slept soundly. A naked Juunana-gou smoothed an equally naked Pan's bangs back from her face, smiling at her softly. This past year since she'd come to him in the rain, drenched to the bone and shivering, had turned him around. Things he hadn't known exsisted were shown to him by this sixteen year old onna. He called her amazing. Every little thing she does is magic, he thought to himself. I think I'm in love with her...Juunana-gou watched her eyes flutter open, and he grinned at her. "Ohayoo gozaimasu, Pan...did I tire you out last night?"
Yawning, Pan replied, "Iie, Juunana-gou, I just wanted to go to sleep."
Grinning wider, he said, "Sure ya did. I'll bet you just don't wanna admit that I can tire you out by screwing you any day of the week."
A blush crept up Pan's neck to cover her cheeks. "Juunana-GOU!" she exclaimed, smacking his chest, "don't use such words around me!"
"Aren't you the same onna who, at nine years old, called me a bakayaro?" he teased.
Pan grinned at him mischieviously. "Hai...but you didn't seem to mind!" she added, kissing his neck. He sighed in content and kissed her forehead. "Pan?"
"Mmmmmmmmm?"
Juunana-gou kissed her ear softly. "For always, Pan, I will not let you go."
"I never want you to let me go," she whispered, her lips lightly trailing against the skin of his neck. "I want to stay like this forever...forever in your arms."
His arms tightened around her possessively. "I'll happily comply to your wishes...I'll never let you go. Hontou. I would rather die first."
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After failing to find her for so long, he became obsessed. Obsessed with her. Absolutely everything about her would fascinate him. He would look at old pictures taken of her, and drink in her appearance; how happy she looked, the waves of her hair, the brightness in her eyes. He would take out her old and torn gi, and smell it, for it still had her scent on it. He needed her. No longer could Trunks live without Son Pan Satan in his life. He lived in her room, among all her belongings. He would stare at pictures of her for hours on end. He would only eat her favorite foods and watch her favorite shows. He knew everything about her that he could have until she left. He was, like Chichi, Bulma, and Videl told him countless times, obsessed. They had also told him to give her up for dead. He refused, telling them he knew she was still alive. And that she would come back to them.
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Pan giggled and rolled her eyes as found herself swept up in Juunana-gou's arms. "Put me down; I can walk by myself, I'll have you know!" she teased.
Grinning, he said, "Okay." And dropped her.
Pan shrieked as soon as her body hit the cold lake. "Juunana-GOU!" she yelled at him.
"You told me to put you down, sooo..." he grinned.
"Agh! I didn't MEAN it!"
Juunana-gou watched Pan get frustrated and curse him as she got out of the water, still with that triumphant grin --no longer smirk-- on his face.
"Hmmph," A very wet Pan muttered, "you can be just so mean sometimes..." His grin grew wider. "Baby, that's how I stayed alive!"
"What have I told you about calling me that?" Pan asked in a growl.
"Ummm...to call you it at all times possible?" he said, half-laughing.
"I believe you're WRONG! I hate it when you cal me that!"
"Iie."
"Nanda?"
"I said, iie. You like it very much. I can tell," he smirked --okay, so he does still smirk, "by the way your eyes gleam whenever I call you baby or babe. You adore it."
Pan blushed bright red. Since when he had known her so well? "Since I found out I love you." Pan gasped and turned to him. "N-nani?" How on EARTH had he read her mind?!
He smiled at her, his eyes softening from their old coldness. "Pan, you heard me..." he advanced until he was a bare whisper from her and lowered his head down, seeking her lips. "Aishiteru, Pan-chan..." his whispered, just before his lips came down on hers.
As if it were instinct to do so, Pan's arms came up and around his neck. Her hands rested on the back of his head, gently pushing down to gain access to more of his mouth. She felt his arms encircle her waist, pulling her body close to his. Smiling through the kissing, Pan wondered just where the softer side of Juunana-gou had been when he had been different...
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Trunks was flying towards 'his' lake. Instict told him that if he wanted to find Pan, he should go to the lake. Smiling, he sped up a little. Today would be the day he saw his Pan again!
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Juunana-gou was resting with his back against the tree while Pan floated on her back in the water. Wispy white clouds were whisked across the unburdened sky. Pan smiled, reveling in the feel of the sun rays that warmed her skin, and the water stealing the warmth, should it dare to seep into and make warm the water-cooled skin. She wondered what Trunks was doing now...although she wouldn't openly admit it, Pan missed him terribly. His humor and Juunana-gou's were different...she and the jinzouningen --although she never thought of him as that anymore-- shared the same dry humor. Trunks, of course, he had that habit of making dry, sarcastic comments....but he also would mimick and mock people. That always made her laugh... I think I miss that the most, Pan thought. His humor. Well, besides his body...she grinned wickedly, giggling a little, and closed her eyes, remembering the hours she would spend watching him train. Watching his roped muscles move in a wave-like motion was fascinating. His movements were always fluid...how like right now: the way he was running towards her was so sleek, so fluid, so--
--NANI?!
Pan sat straight up, and stared ahead. There he was. Not an illusion. Her heart leapt. He missed me? she thought, amazed at the sheer thought. He's so happy to see me...that's just amazing. He missed me, even after all that I did. Wow...
So lost in her thoughts was Pan that she hadn't noticed that Trunks was right in front of her, until she found herself jerked from her spot, and caught up in a tight saiya-jin hug. "Pan...where were you?" Trunks asked softly, his mouth close by her ear. Goosebumps crawled along her skin. What a voice..."I was here."
He chuckled lightly. "Well, where's here?"
"...Ano..." she mumbled.
"Nani?"
"I was staying with him..." Pan said, her voice low.
"NANI? You were staying with a guy?!"
"Hai, Trunks-san. I've been living with him," she finished, point over to Juunana-gou who was still resting under the tree. Trunks' eyes followed the direction her finger pointed. She braced herself for--
Pan found herself immediately blown back because of the shocking force of him suddenly turning super saiya-jin. Without giving him a chance, Trunks lunged at Juunana-gou, howling, while Pan screamed for him to watch out.
Startled, Juunana-gou looked up in enough time to see the fury on the lavender warrior's face as his fist connected in a viscious uppercut to his neck. His head slammed backwards into the tree trunk, and his lungs shrieked painfully from the sudden lack of air...Trunks had cut off his windpipe with that punch to his sensitive neck.
Trunks wasn't about to let Juunana-gou recover. Over and over, he jammed his fists into the jinzouningen's stomach, causing the air-deprieved 'Droid to hack up blood. His teeth were gritted, and he was grinding them in anger. The thought of Pan --his little Pan!-- living with such a creature...his blood boiled, and he slammed his fist extra hard in the jinzouningen's stomach.
His eyes faded to a much paler blue then usual. His body seemed molded into the tree...blood was gushing from his mouth at an alarming rate which was turning his black shirt into red.
Tears ran their course down Pan's cheeks. She considered herself helpless to do anything. I'm in love with the both of them...she realized, wiping her eyes. But...who do I love more? More tears.
It hit her to suddenly Pan was nearly knocked off her feet. He's dying before my eyes! Pan thought wildly. The man I love is killing the other man I love...Kami-sama, I think I'm insane. What's happening to me? How could this have happened, have unfolded before my eyes, so quickly...and I haven't even reacted yet! Could I go super saiya-jin? No...I'm not angry...I feel frustrated...I don't understand...Juunana-gou loves me...does Trunks? What I saw in those eyes...iie! It's not true! I love only one man! I swear it! Tears rolled down her cheeks, staining her porcelain cheeks. I don't love Trunks! I'm in love with Juunana-gou, I just know it! Aren't I? Hai, hai, I am! I must be! What else could I be feeling for him? It's not...not lust, is it?...IIE! PAN! STOP THAT! Frustration, pain, and confusion built themselves inside Pan, until it all burst out. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" Pan screamed, her hair turning golden.
Surprised, Trunks quit pounding on Juunana-gou, who was fading out fast. In front of them both stood Pan, panting in exertion from...what? From watching this? Iie, Juunana-gou thought. She's in pain. Dooshite, Pan-chan?... Very slowly, he extended his arm out, and his hand upwards, as if he were trying to touch her face.
Trunks was startled out of super saiya-jin. Bloody fists in the air, he stared at Pan, open mouthed. "Pan...?" he asked uncertainly, his face expressing complete and total confusion.
She glanced at the both of them briefly, taking in her fill of each unique characteristiques of theirs she loved so much...and without a clue of what else to do, Pan flew off, leaving two very confused men behind.
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Laying on his bed, Juunana-gou wondered where she was. It had been over a month now since she had left him and Trunks there with him bleeding to death. Trunks had been so startled and so disoriented that he'd just taken off, leaving Juunana-gou there to die. He'd stayed there for a whole week, just lying there, thinking of Pan and feeling terrbily abandoned. Although he was built so his wounds healed easily, other wounds left unattended. The emotional ones that he wasn't supposed to have stuck out like a sore thumb. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't fly without Pan passing through his head. Those symptoms only gave way to a single conclusion: he was in love with Son Pan Satan. He'd been wondering if he really did love her...all his suspicions were confirmed now. Now that he didn't have her. Why couldn't he have her now, when he needed her most?...
After several long hours of mourning what he didn't have, Juunana-gou got sick of himself, and went for a walk. Maybe a walk in the rain is just what I need, he mused, sinking into a depressingly satisfied mood.
Trunks was perched upon a cliff. Rain poured down, drenching him to the very fillings in his bones; he liked to pretend it didn't affect him that it was November now. November is his birthday. And his love isn't here to celebrate it with him...
Watching the cars pass below him and people scatter mindlessly across busy streets, Trunks was thinking of her. Pan was everything he needed...a strong willed woman who would challenge him, be his equal in all ways. Intelligence, power, and love. The three things he cherished most, and she could give him them all. Why isn't she mine then? Trunks asked himself. Was it something I said, something I did?...Kami-sama, does she...does she love Juunana-gou? IIE! It couldn't be. No one could love a cold blooded killer such as himself. It's impossible...right? "Ne, Pan-chan?" Trunks asked aloud. "Isn't that right? You don't love Juunana-gou. You love me. Only me. Come back to me and tell me that you love me, and you always will. You'll forever be mine. I'll be your obsession like you are mine. I'll love your quirks. Hell...I already love all your quirks. In fact, Son Pan Satan, I love you. Aishiteru. Sh'teme. I'll tell you in any language," he finished in a whipser, "as long as you say you love me back."
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~ P-chan