I'm
sorta tired right now, so if it doesn't make any sense, just say so. By
the way, I'm trying to come up with a better name. If you have an idea
for one, please email me or something. K? With Love is just a name
that I came up with off the top of my head, and it doesn't really fit in...
yet. It will soon enough though, unless I find a better name.
Nehoo, yatta. Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 2: Moving Out?
It was close to 11pm and Trunks looked over at a focused Pan.
She was busy sorting through papers that had been tossed all over the
floor. Her silky shoulder length black hair was dangling beautifully, and
would've covered her face if her orange bandana weren't tied dew-rag like in
her hair. He turned his head instinctively when she caught him staring.
"How long has it been since you dusted in here?"
She said right before she sneezed.
"Ummm... dust? Let me see..." He counted on
his hands and seemed to be deep in thought. He looked back at the young
girl. "Never."
"Yeesh. No wonder you still live here!" She
joked. Unfortunatly, Trunks hadn't found it funny.
"And just what do you mean by that?" He narrowed
an eye.
"Well... uhhh... ummm... nothing....?" Pan
laughed nervously. She knew that Trunks could probably kill her if he had
enough motivation. In fact, he had come very close to doing so before.
He insisted that she had ruined his life after saying "hi" to
him one day and viciously attacked her.
"Yeah yeah, I know. I'm 33 years old and I still live
with my parents. Yeesh! Get off my back about it already!"
He practically shouted. Pan backed up a tad.
"Uhh, umm, I didn't say anything..." She squeked.
He looked at her and his expression softened.
"I'm sorry, Pan-chan. I didn't mean to sound
threatening," He explained. "It's just that it seems that I
keep hearing it more and more now a days. Maybe it's my head."
"You mean the voices talk to you, too?" Pan giggled,
trying to lighten the tense mood in the room up a bit. He cocked an
lavender eyebrow at her.
"I'm not even going to ask." He tried to sound
serious, but ended up breaking out in laughter.
"Anyway, why don't you just get your own place? It's
not like you don't have the money, Mr. President." Pan was getting
curious as to the matter at hand. Trunks just stared at her.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm afraid of
the people that Bra will want to go out with. Kami knows that Dad and Mom
don't care. She needs someone to look out for her." He said
after thinking long and hard.
"Bra's a big girl, she can take care of herself.
Besides, if it worries you that much, why don't you just take her with
you? I'm sure she'd be glad to get out, too." Trunks narrowed
an ammused eye at his seemingly dillusional friend. "I'm not
kidding!" She continued, "Besides, that way maybe it'll teach her to
be more responsible and..."
"Do you KNOW who we're talking about?" Trunks
interrupted Pan. Pan folded her arms.
"Why don't people take me seriously?" She came
very close to whining.
"Maybe because you aren't making SENSE! She's one of
the main reasons I WANT to leave. I don't want her going through my
stuff."
"So if you're that worried, get a house with doors that lock
from the inside and outside. That way she can't go in when you aren't
home."
"Well..." Trunks thought.
"I'll take that as a yes. When she gets back, I'll
tell her." Pan's eyes began to glow
"Why would you tell her?" Trunks asked
suspiciously.
"Because I need SOMEWHERE to crash when I'm not working or
at school."
"What about your house?"
"Mom, dad, and grandma never get off my case when I'm at
home." She explained. Trunks looked like he had an idea.
"Why don't you share it with Bra and me?" He
asked suddenly. Pan gave Trunks a "yeah right, not a chance in
hell" look.
"You can't be serious." It had been her dream for
a chance like this for a while, but in reality it could never happen.
"Why not?" Trunks tried to hold back his
excitement.
"One word: Gohan."
"What about Gohan?" Pan rolled her eyes.
"Like he'd ever go for it."
"What would he do? It's not like you're a baby
anymore, he can't control you." Trunks pointed out.
"True, but he can kill you. I think he'd be far less
than thrilled about me moving in with you, one of 'THEM'." Pan
managed to say just before the door to his room flew open and a hyperactive Bra
burst into the room.
"You two are moving in together?! WOW! What'd I
miss?!" Pan and Trunks blushed in unison at that just as Marron, Goten and
Uubu appeared behind Bra in the door way.
"What the hell?!" The overprotective Goten
shouted.
"No! It's not what you -" Pan tried to explain.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY NEICE?" He demanded.
"WOULD YOU STOP!" Pan shouted in a loud voice
that even she had no idea she had. Everyone stopped in their tracks and
looked at her in surprise. Goten let go of Trunks, who gasped for air.
"We aren't moving in! We were talking about Bra and
Trunks moving out!" She practically shouted, not realizing Bulma was
just outside in the hallway.
"Over my dead body!" An angry Bulma Briefs pushed
her way through the crowd in front of the doorway.
"Wouldn't you of cared to ask me first?" Bra was
less than ammused at this.
"Can I go with you?!" Marron pleaded.
Everyone knew she had the biggest crush on Trunks... and Goten... and
Ubuu... and just about every other guy who had functioning lips.
"WOULD EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME EXPLAIN!"
Trunks shouted and immediatly stopped the chaos. "Look,"
He started turning to his mother, "I'm 33 years old and I still live with
my parents. That's embarrassing. Pan thought it might be a good
idea for Bra to get out on her own, too, and figured that if we moved in
together, you and dad might take it easier." Bulma curled her lip
and then sighed.
"Well, if it's what you want Trunks..."
"It is."
"It's ok with your father and me then. As long as Bra
agrees." Trunks looked hopefully at his little sister who was
sidetracked by twirling the front of her long purple hair around her finger.
Everyone looked at her as she snapped to attention.
"Wha? Me? Oh, umm, whatever." She
said looking back down at her hair. That was a quick change of mind.
Pan thought suspiciously.
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"Hi mom? Yeah, I'm going to stay at Bra's tonite,
ok?" Pan spoke into her new cellphone that she had just gotten for an
extremly early birthday present... mostly because Gohan had wanted to keep a
short leash on his "little baby". Pan rarely every used it,
though.
"Well, it's ok with her." Pan turned to a bored
Bra. It was midnight and Bra was lieing down on her flower printed
mattress and sighed.
"You should've come tonite, it was so much fun."
She propped herself up on her elbows. "I know you and Trunks
would've had a blast."
"Shhh... He'll hear you!" Pan shushed her
overly-loud friend.
"Oh, right, this is still a secret." Bra put lots
of emphasis on 'secret'. "Anyway, I can't wait to get out of
here!"
"Yeah, it's gonna be so awesome! That way I'll have
somewhere to crash when I'm not at school and/or working!" Pan
became excited for her friend.
"Ya know, you're here more than your house. Why don't
you just come with us?"
"Your brother said the same thing. I had to point ou
-"
"He did?" Bra's ears perked up. "Do
continue."
"I wasn't finished. Anyway, I had to point out the
small matter of Gohan. He'd totally go SSJ if he found out I was moving
in with a guy. ESPECIALLY a guy with a reputation with girls like
his."
"Oh come on. I'd be there, too. It's not like
anything would happen." Bra tried to convince Pan.
"Well, I don't know...."
"Great. It's settled then. We tell your family
tomorrow."
"Oh great," Pan mumbled, "You aren't the one is
going to have to put up with their wrath." Though secretly, Pan was
exstatic for this chance. You'll get him yet. She told herself
happily when she lyed down to go to sleep, and drifted off into a deep and
dreamless state.