Gomen nasai, minna-san, for having taken so long with parts 2a and b. You see, I'm kinda stuck here. I've been kicked off the 'net! (And have also been bombarded with too much homework ;____;) So, I don't get the chance to post my fanfiction nearly as often as I would like. Stay with me until my marks go up...PLEASE!...HOWEVER =P, you are lucky I'm in computer class at my school! =P I can post all my fanfiction from there...provided no one sees me! ôO That and I get marks for doing this! Hah! =P
Well, here's Part 2b. Original disclaimers apply, plus a new one: I don't own all the song and movie titles I'm using for my fanfic. Or the lyrics. So please, songwriters, don't sue me. Really.
Oh, and, um, I never nothing against the Moffatts (however, our good friend Juunana-channies has something against their music....but I don't! I swear! This was just so I don't get flamed about it...)
Watashi = I/me/my (Um, I think...)
chiisai = small
onna no ko = girl (incase you forgot)
Note: Two underscores on either side of a word means BIG emphasis.
ex: _big_
Comprendez? Good!
On toooooooo da FIIICCCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! ( ôO! Crazy me...)
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Part 2b: Walking Behind
In the cold rain Trunks sat still. All week it had rained. So why should it stop on my birthday? Trunks thought bitterly. He would be turning twenty-five today...exactly a decade older then his Pan. Sighing, Trunks hung his head, causing droplets to trickle down his soaked hair and onto his thighs. The water instantly stained right through his pants. He looked at the water spots. They grow so small...he thought, but they spread fast, he commented again, watching as a small droplet soaked through more and more of the thin material he wore for pants. It soon created a water spot larger then his fist. That's like my love for Pan...he mused in odd amusement. Starting out so small...but I got too close, causing it to spread on me and grow until I'm so caught up in the passion-hazed flame I can no longer see. His thoughts were caught off abru[tly to look up at the sound of footsteps. To his amazement, there was the remaining jinzouningen.
Trudging up the steep hill with his hands jammed in his pockets, Juunana-gou was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even bothered to check the possibility that lavender-haired annoyance might very well be in his path. When he saw him there, soaked and chilled to the very core of his bones, Juunana-gou had no will to fight at all. The both of them were miserable, and it would be a terrible fight. Neither had the will to win. Instead of turning around and leaving, he said softly, "I think we both feel the same way right now, ne?"
Trunks looked up at him, and asked very quietly what he meant.
"I do not wish to fight you, nor do you wish to fight me. Also...I assume you are thinking of the same thing --or should I say person?-- that I have been thinking of."
Trunks' eyes sharpened and narrowed a little. "If you are thinking of Pan, hai."
A delicate smile formed on the jinzouningen's lips. "Hai. I thought so." He sighed. "Well, Trunks Briefs, I know we'll never be friends. Nor will we be enemies anymore. Although, persay, we are...competition...for one another." Juunana-gou turned around and trudged back down the hill before Trunks had a chance to say a word. However, an odd smirk materialized upon his lips. "Oh, hai, jinzouningen Juunana-gou. We are most definitely competitors...for Son Pan's heart."
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Dashing off to his small appartment, a ghost of his old, malicious grin grew curved on his chisled lips. As he took off flying, creating a spectacular preformance for all who saw him, he raised his head high. With that grin still spread wickedly wide across his face, Juunana-gou shouted, "Let the games begin!"
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She was standing up, staring at the phone. The only working appliance in her broken-down appartment was her phone. Just one phone call couldn't hurt, she thought. I've gotta talk to someone...especially 'kaasan. I miss her so much...and obaachan. And Bulma-san. And...Trunks...and...Juunana... her thoughts trailed off as she broke into short, pained sobs that wracked her ribcage. Why me? Why me, why me... "Why ME?!" Pan's voice rasped out in a shriek. "Why me, why now? Why EVER? Can't I just have what I want? I want to love!...IIE! Iie, I want to be left alone. To be alone. To never love. To have no feelings...like the jinzouningen--IIE! Jinzouningen! JUUNANA-GOU!" Heartbreaking cries of pain tore from her throat once she fell upon the memory of HIM. That man...that cyborg she loved.
"How could I love him?" her voice, hoarse now, demanded of the air. "He's a jinzouningen. Artifical. Unreal. Unfeeling...then why--and how?--can he love me? Dooshite? How come we love each other?" Her voice rose and bounced off the appartment walls. "DOOSHITE ASHITERU?!" She finished in a primitive scream, shaking the floorboards and causing the windows to flex and creak in protest.
Suddenly, Pan was silent. A thump was heard as her body fell against the wall, and then slowly slid to the floor where she curled up. She tried to shield herself from the world as she hugged her knees close to her chest and scooted her way into a corner, crying for Videl to come. To come rescue and soothe her from the torment of loving two magnificent beings...and to be young again. Oh, to be young again...to be naïve...to be completely free of the bindings love creates. The chains that forever hold you close--and closer yet--to those you love.
Why? Pan asked herself through the hazy mist of sadness. Why does loving hurt so much when it's supposed to be a happy feeling?
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"She's running...and he's walking behind! He's trying...but he's last in the line--"
Juunana-gou turned the annoying so-called 'popular' song off by smashing the radio with his fist. He'd always found his way of turning things off was the best...
Sighing, he looked out the window to think, something he tended to do a lot more these days. He had been thinking hard about Pan lately. His love for her... I wonder how deep it is, Juunana-gou suddenly wondered. What would I be willing to do for Pan?...
We would die for her, his heart answered. Not only that, but we would live a fate worse then death for her as well.
Well, what kind of fate is that? his brain demanded.
We would live in anguish, so long as we could still see her everyday of our life...whether or not it was in secrecy, his heart replied, a matter-of-factly.
And faithfullness? Tell me of that.
Ah, our undying faithfullness to her...We've never looked at another woman the way we have of her. We never will, either.
Is that all? his brain inquired.
Would you like to hear more? I can say most of it without words, and just use feelings...they make more sense then words in matters such as love, his heart finished, ending this odd conversation altogether.
Juunana-gou sat back and thought a long time about the strange conversation he just had with...um, himself.
-(AN: This whole heart-to-head convo was kinda risqué. However, I considered it necessary. Sheds some more light on the emotional side of Juunana-gou, doesn't it? =P)-
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Pan sighed. This isn't helping, she thought glumly, sitting on a bar stool. Back in her appartment she had thought up the idea of going clubbing; it had the potential to cheer her up. Unfortunately, nothing was working, especially not clubbing. There was no end to where she would be forced to see couples, apparently. Just beside her sat a couple, laughing and talking and touching each other.
Why does it seem so easy for everyone else, but so hard for me? she wondered once again, stumbling out of the club and walking through the dirty streets back to her slightly cleaner appartment. Once inside, Pan crashed on the couch immediately, not caring she'd left the door open again. There on the couch, she began to think and as always, she thought of her loves, although she concentrated on Juunana-gou this time. She thought hard about him.
What is he like...he cares about me, I know that. He shares a slice of his world with me. He doesn't dwell on his past at all...listening is probably his strongest quality. Whenever I ask of him, he listens to me and my small plights. That's certainly something special...althought...there's always something more I wish he'd say. Not compliments though. I just wish he'd...he'd open up more, like I have. I think I've told him everything about me...and I don't even know his favorite food. However, he means well...but just what does he mean to me?
Pan dumped all thoughts out of romance out the window and headed out the door for a drink. Who knows, she mused half-heartedly, maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams...at a bar! She giggled, cutting off her train of thought.
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Trunks ordered from the too young bartender. Once he got the liquid bronze, Trunks stared into its murky depths, wondering. Thinking how possible it would be for her to walk in this bar right now...maybe looking for him. Right, baka, he thought glumly. A beautiful young woman out looking for a loser like you. Keep dreaming there, Trunks, he told himself. Maybe someday you'll meet the woman of your dreams...at a bar. He rolled his eyes at himself and chuckled, considering the option ludicrous. Gluping his drink down, Trunks left the money on the counter and started on his way out when he bumped into a short, dark haired woman...who was wearing an orange bandana around her arm.
When she was just entering the bar, Pan collided with a tall man. Softly muttering an apology, Pan sneaked a peak at him...and gasped. "Trunks..."
"Pan..." Trunks breathed, eyes wide. Once his initial shock subsided, Trunks pulled Pan into his arms and held her tightly. "Pan... Pan, never leave me like that again."
Burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around him, Pan bit her lip. I hope he doesn't ask me to promise--
"Promise me, Pan."
D'oh! She sighed inwardly. Kuso...what do I say? Soon, Pan found herself chewing on lip, a sure sign she was really nervous. Well, girl, she told herself, maybe you predicted your own future: meeting the man of your dreams...at a bar! She chuckled out loud.
"Nani?"
"Oh...it's just that...hee-hee...the reason I came to this bar was because I thought that maybe I have a chance of meeting the man of my dreams...at a bar! Hee-hee..."
Lavender eyebrows stationed themselves high up top his forehead. "Sou ka?"
"Ee hee...hai."
He kiss her forehead gently. "Hopefully I'm that person, ne?"
"Mmmmmm...I'll let you find that out for yourself," Pan replied, grinning.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I know I should be thankful and I should rejoice that you're here, but your sarcasm seems to wiggle its way into everything you say."
As innocence...
[AN: (introducing the wide-eyed innocent 'Who, ME?' look for Pan!)]
...replaced mischief, Pan let go of Trunks. "Who says I was being sarcastic, hmmm?" She turned away from him, swaying her hips back and forth.
Love, a slack jaw, wide eyes, and a very apparent discomfort in his...lower region caused Trunks to love-drunkedly follow Pan out and into the night.
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Videl was setting the table. Once again, she mistakeningly set it for five people...a habit she had been trying to break. Ever since Pan left... "No, Videl," she said to herself out loud, trying to sound a-matter-of-fact, "no more thinking of Pan. She's probably...she's probably passed...on." Sighing heart breakingly, Videl began to lift up the extra plate just when a hand covered hers and gently placed the plate back.
"You don't need to put it away...I'm staying for dinner."
She gasped. No way...could it really be...? Whipping around she stared at the young female before her. "P-Pan! Oh, Pan...watashi chiisai onna no ko!" Tears staining her china-doll face, Videl hugged the daughter she had left for lost. "Watashi...arigatou...for returning. Please, tell me you're staying!" Her eyes begging for her to assent.
Smiling softly and apologetically, Pan shook her head. "Okaasan...I don't know."
"Then...then...Pan, at least live with Chichi-san and I! Please, please...Pan, I beg you! I don't want to live the way I have without you ever again," Videl said, giving Pan a light squeeze.
Finally, something I can promise to someone! "I promise, kaasan!" Pan said, a wide smile forming on her lips. Heeeeey, I SMILED! A real one, too! Pan thought, sighing happily. I'm home again...
A gasp came from the doorway. "Pan?! Pan! It's YOU!" Bulma shrieked, racing forward to enveloppe Pan in a fierce hug. "Ooooh, we all missed you, chiisai onna no ko!"
Pan chuckled. "Don't tell me you missed me, too, Bulma-san!" she responded.
"They aren't the only ones, Pan-chan." A shaky voice said from behind her.
"Obaachan..." Pan said softly, embracing her grandmother and tears misting her eyes. "I'm never leaving you three again."
"Heeeeeey, what about ME? You didn't miss me, the great and powerful Trunks at ALL? That hurts....INSIDE." Trunks broke the atmosphere the four women had created by feigning hurt and giving Pan a sad (yet adorable!) puppy dog face.
"Awww. I did too miss you, Trunks-kun!" Pan replied, kissing his cheek.
While the elder women 'awwed' at this cute and _supposedly_ innocent kiss, they had no notion of what they two were planning to do later...
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He was laying on his back on the bed, thinking. Where could she be? What's she doing? Is she okay? I wish I could at see her...or know if she still loves me. Suddenly, a thought so horrible, so terrifying made his body snap up to a sitting position with wide eyes and a pale face. "Wha...wh-what if she's dead?...Iie! Iie, Pan isn't ALLOWED to be dead!...I wish I could ki-sense her...then I would know...oh, Pan..." A tear trailed down his cheek, followed by many more as the dam to his feelings broke.
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Gomen, gomen, gomen! I know it's REAAAAAAAAALLY short, and I'm sorry...I'm kinda running out of ideas for this...ôO! Crap, I have writer's block!!!!...Okay, well, you OUGHT to see another part to this up pretty soon, I hope. I'm so sorry this is taking so long! Forgive me .!!!!
Well, here's Part 2b. Original disclaimers apply, plus a new one: I don't own all the song and movie titles I'm using for my fanfic. Or the lyrics. So please, songwriters, don't sue me. Really.
Oh, and, um, I never nothing against the Moffatts (however, our good friend Juunana-channies has something against their music....but I don't! I swear! This was just so I don't get flamed about it...)
Watashi = I/me/my (Um, I think...)
chiisai = small
onna no ko = girl (incase you forgot)
Note: Two underscores on either side of a word means BIG emphasis.
ex: _big_
Comprendez? Good!
On toooooooo da FIIICCCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! ( ôO! Crazy me...)
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Part 2b: Walking Behind
In the cold rain Trunks sat still. All week it had rained. So why should it stop on my birthday? Trunks thought bitterly. He would be turning twenty-five today...exactly a decade older then his Pan. Sighing, Trunks hung his head, causing droplets to trickle down his soaked hair and onto his thighs. The water instantly stained right through his pants. He looked at the water spots. They grow so small...he thought, but they spread fast, he commented again, watching as a small droplet soaked through more and more of the thin material he wore for pants. It soon created a water spot larger then his fist. That's like my love for Pan...he mused in odd amusement. Starting out so small...but I got too close, causing it to spread on me and grow until I'm so caught up in the passion-hazed flame I can no longer see. His thoughts were caught off abru[tly to look up at the sound of footsteps. To his amazement, there was the remaining jinzouningen.
Trudging up the steep hill with his hands jammed in his pockets, Juunana-gou was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even bothered to check the possibility that lavender-haired annoyance might very well be in his path. When he saw him there, soaked and chilled to the very core of his bones, Juunana-gou had no will to fight at all. The both of them were miserable, and it would be a terrible fight. Neither had the will to win. Instead of turning around and leaving, he said softly, "I think we both feel the same way right now, ne?"
Trunks looked up at him, and asked very quietly what he meant.
"I do not wish to fight you, nor do you wish to fight me. Also...I assume you are thinking of the same thing --or should I say person?-- that I have been thinking of."
Trunks' eyes sharpened and narrowed a little. "If you are thinking of Pan, hai."
A delicate smile formed on the jinzouningen's lips. "Hai. I thought so." He sighed. "Well, Trunks Briefs, I know we'll never be friends. Nor will we be enemies anymore. Although, persay, we are...competition...for one another." Juunana-gou turned around and trudged back down the hill before Trunks had a chance to say a word. However, an odd smirk materialized upon his lips. "Oh, hai, jinzouningen Juunana-gou. We are most definitely competitors...for Son Pan's heart."
*******************
Dashing off to his small appartment, a ghost of his old, malicious grin grew curved on his chisled lips. As he took off flying, creating a spectacular preformance for all who saw him, he raised his head high. With that grin still spread wickedly wide across his face, Juunana-gou shouted, "Let the games begin!"
*******************
She was standing up, staring at the phone. The only working appliance in her broken-down appartment was her phone. Just one phone call couldn't hurt, she thought. I've gotta talk to someone...especially 'kaasan. I miss her so much...and obaachan. And Bulma-san. And...Trunks...and...Juunana... her thoughts trailed off as she broke into short, pained sobs that wracked her ribcage. Why me? Why me, why me... "Why ME?!" Pan's voice rasped out in a shriek. "Why me, why now? Why EVER? Can't I just have what I want? I want to love!...IIE! Iie, I want to be left alone. To be alone. To never love. To have no feelings...like the jinzouningen--IIE! Jinzouningen! JUUNANA-GOU!" Heartbreaking cries of pain tore from her throat once she fell upon the memory of HIM. That man...that cyborg she loved.
"How could I love him?" her voice, hoarse now, demanded of the air. "He's a jinzouningen. Artifical. Unreal. Unfeeling...then why--and how?--can he love me? Dooshite? How come we love each other?" Her voice rose and bounced off the appartment walls. "DOOSHITE ASHITERU?!" She finished in a primitive scream, shaking the floorboards and causing the windows to flex and creak in protest.
Suddenly, Pan was silent. A thump was heard as her body fell against the wall, and then slowly slid to the floor where she curled up. She tried to shield herself from the world as she hugged her knees close to her chest and scooted her way into a corner, crying for Videl to come. To come rescue and soothe her from the torment of loving two magnificent beings...and to be young again. Oh, to be young again...to be naïve...to be completely free of the bindings love creates. The chains that forever hold you close--and closer yet--to those you love.
Why? Pan asked herself through the hazy mist of sadness. Why does loving hurt so much when it's supposed to be a happy feeling?
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"She's running...and he's walking behind! He's trying...but he's last in the line--"
Juunana-gou turned the annoying so-called 'popular' song off by smashing the radio with his fist. He'd always found his way of turning things off was the best...
Sighing, he looked out the window to think, something he tended to do a lot more these days. He had been thinking hard about Pan lately. His love for her... I wonder how deep it is, Juunana-gou suddenly wondered. What would I be willing to do for Pan?...
We would die for her, his heart answered. Not only that, but we would live a fate worse then death for her as well.
Well, what kind of fate is that? his brain demanded.
We would live in anguish, so long as we could still see her everyday of our life...whether or not it was in secrecy, his heart replied, a matter-of-factly.
And faithfullness? Tell me of that.
Ah, our undying faithfullness to her...We've never looked at another woman the way we have of her. We never will, either.
Is that all? his brain inquired.
Would you like to hear more? I can say most of it without words, and just use feelings...they make more sense then words in matters such as love, his heart finished, ending this odd conversation altogether.
Juunana-gou sat back and thought a long time about the strange conversation he just had with...um, himself.
-(AN: This whole heart-to-head convo was kinda risqué. However, I considered it necessary. Sheds some more light on the emotional side of Juunana-gou, doesn't it? =P)-
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Pan sighed. This isn't helping, she thought glumly, sitting on a bar stool. Back in her appartment she had thought up the idea of going clubbing; it had the potential to cheer her up. Unfortunately, nothing was working, especially not clubbing. There was no end to where she would be forced to see couples, apparently. Just beside her sat a couple, laughing and talking and touching each other.
Why does it seem so easy for everyone else, but so hard for me? she wondered once again, stumbling out of the club and walking through the dirty streets back to her slightly cleaner appartment. Once inside, Pan crashed on the couch immediately, not caring she'd left the door open again. There on the couch, she began to think and as always, she thought of her loves, although she concentrated on Juunana-gou this time. She thought hard about him.
What is he like...he cares about me, I know that. He shares a slice of his world with me. He doesn't dwell on his past at all...listening is probably his strongest quality. Whenever I ask of him, he listens to me and my small plights. That's certainly something special...althought...there's always something more I wish he'd say. Not compliments though. I just wish he'd...he'd open up more, like I have. I think I've told him everything about me...and I don't even know his favorite food. However, he means well...but just what does he mean to me?
Pan dumped all thoughts out of romance out the window and headed out the door for a drink. Who knows, she mused half-heartedly, maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams...at a bar! She giggled, cutting off her train of thought.
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Trunks ordered from the too young bartender. Once he got the liquid bronze, Trunks stared into its murky depths, wondering. Thinking how possible it would be for her to walk in this bar right now...maybe looking for him. Right, baka, he thought glumly. A beautiful young woman out looking for a loser like you. Keep dreaming there, Trunks, he told himself. Maybe someday you'll meet the woman of your dreams...at a bar. He rolled his eyes at himself and chuckled, considering the option ludicrous. Gluping his drink down, Trunks left the money on the counter and started on his way out when he bumped into a short, dark haired woman...who was wearing an orange bandana around her arm.
When she was just entering the bar, Pan collided with a tall man. Softly muttering an apology, Pan sneaked a peak at him...and gasped. "Trunks..."
"Pan..." Trunks breathed, eyes wide. Once his initial shock subsided, Trunks pulled Pan into his arms and held her tightly. "Pan... Pan, never leave me like that again."
Burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around him, Pan bit her lip. I hope he doesn't ask me to promise--
"Promise me, Pan."
D'oh! She sighed inwardly. Kuso...what do I say? Soon, Pan found herself chewing on lip, a sure sign she was really nervous. Well, girl, she told herself, maybe you predicted your own future: meeting the man of your dreams...at a bar! She chuckled out loud.
"Nani?"
"Oh...it's just that...hee-hee...the reason I came to this bar was because I thought that maybe I have a chance of meeting the man of my dreams...at a bar! Hee-hee..."
Lavender eyebrows stationed themselves high up top his forehead. "Sou ka?"
"Ee hee...hai."
He kiss her forehead gently. "Hopefully I'm that person, ne?"
"Mmmmmm...I'll let you find that out for yourself," Pan replied, grinning.
Trunks rolled his eyes. "I know I should be thankful and I should rejoice that you're here, but your sarcasm seems to wiggle its way into everything you say."
As innocence...
[AN: (introducing the wide-eyed innocent 'Who, ME?' look for Pan!)]
...replaced mischief, Pan let go of Trunks. "Who says I was being sarcastic, hmmm?" She turned away from him, swaying her hips back and forth.
Love, a slack jaw, wide eyes, and a very apparent discomfort in his...lower region caused Trunks to love-drunkedly follow Pan out and into the night.
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Videl was setting the table. Once again, she mistakeningly set it for five people...a habit she had been trying to break. Ever since Pan left... "No, Videl," she said to herself out loud, trying to sound a-matter-of-fact, "no more thinking of Pan. She's probably...she's probably passed...on." Sighing heart breakingly, Videl began to lift up the extra plate just when a hand covered hers and gently placed the plate back.
"You don't need to put it away...I'm staying for dinner."
She gasped. No way...could it really be...? Whipping around she stared at the young female before her. "P-Pan! Oh, Pan...watashi chiisai onna no ko!" Tears staining her china-doll face, Videl hugged the daughter she had left for lost. "Watashi...arigatou...for returning. Please, tell me you're staying!" Her eyes begging for her to assent.
Smiling softly and apologetically, Pan shook her head. "Okaasan...I don't know."
"Then...then...Pan, at least live with Chichi-san and I! Please, please...Pan, I beg you! I don't want to live the way I have without you ever again," Videl said, giving Pan a light squeeze.
Finally, something I can promise to someone! "I promise, kaasan!" Pan said, a wide smile forming on her lips. Heeeeey, I SMILED! A real one, too! Pan thought, sighing happily. I'm home again...
A gasp came from the doorway. "Pan?! Pan! It's YOU!" Bulma shrieked, racing forward to enveloppe Pan in a fierce hug. "Ooooh, we all missed you, chiisai onna no ko!"
Pan chuckled. "Don't tell me you missed me, too, Bulma-san!" she responded.
"They aren't the only ones, Pan-chan." A shaky voice said from behind her.
"Obaachan..." Pan said softly, embracing her grandmother and tears misting her eyes. "I'm never leaving you three again."
"Heeeeeey, what about ME? You didn't miss me, the great and powerful Trunks at ALL? That hurts....INSIDE." Trunks broke the atmosphere the four women had created by feigning hurt and giving Pan a sad (yet adorable!) puppy dog face.
"Awww. I did too miss you, Trunks-kun!" Pan replied, kissing his cheek.
While the elder women 'awwed' at this cute and _supposedly_ innocent kiss, they had no notion of what they two were planning to do later...
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He was laying on his back on the bed, thinking. Where could she be? What's she doing? Is she okay? I wish I could at see her...or know if she still loves me. Suddenly, a thought so horrible, so terrifying made his body snap up to a sitting position with wide eyes and a pale face. "Wha...wh-what if she's dead?...Iie! Iie, Pan isn't ALLOWED to be dead!...I wish I could ki-sense her...then I would know...oh, Pan..." A tear trailed down his cheek, followed by many more as the dam to his feelings broke.
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Gomen, gomen, gomen! I know it's REAAAAAAAAALLY short, and I'm sorry...I'm kinda running out of ideas for this...ôO! Crap, I have writer's block!!!!...Okay, well, you OUGHT to see another part to this up pretty soon, I hope. I'm so sorry this is taking so long! Forgive me .!!!!