Ok, this chapter is kinda depressing! Sorry! But ya know, the next chapter kinda gets even
worse, sooo....... Stay tuned! ^-^
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"Yeah.... I know.... Uh huh...." Trunks was talking on the phone when Pan entered the living room. She leaned over to Goten who was on the pale grey couch/chair type thing reading some girly type magazine.
"Hey," She whisperred. "Who is he talking to?" Goten shrugged.
"His new girlfriend I'm assuming." Pan felt her heart sink at that. She knew her face was turning bright red and she would soon start spazzing at absolutely nothing just to avoid crying. She couldn't help it, it always happened. Pan then noticed the magazine her uncle was reading.
"Uhh... why are you reading that?" She raised an eyebrow, trying to forget about her disappointment.
"Cause..."
"Cause why?" Goten sunk further into the chair and raised the magazine to avoid looking at his neice.
"No reason."
"There is a reason. Puh! Fine! Be that way!" Pan didn't realize she was shrieking, but stomped out of the room as though she were PMSing. Goten eyed her oddly but shrugged it off quickly and went back to reading his magazine.
Infuriated, Pan ran up to her room and slammed the door shut. It was only inside her room when she let herself fall onto the bed and feel self pity. She didn't cry, but instead turned maddeningly red and silently fumed to herself.
'Hello!' She told herself. 'You've known him your whole like and not once has he liked you in THAT way. Why should anything change? Why am I just setting myself up to disappointment? Besides, it's been 3 months now that we've lived together, and not once has he shown interest in me in the way I want him to! Oh this totally sucks!'
She turned her head to the side to let herself breath, but a picture suddenly caught her eye. It was held in a deep red picture frame that had swirls imprinted all over it. It was beautiful and seemingly soothed her for the moment. Inside the frame was a picture of Trunks and herself that Bra had taken a while ago right after Pan had turned SSJ for the first time. Pan smiled awkwardly for a short moment and reached for it in the air, even though it was all the way across the room.
A tear almost formed in her ocean blue eyes, but she wouldn't allow it. Instead, her eyes turned bloodred and bitter. She felt a need to let herself cry, but she couldn't. She had been raised to be strong, and she didn't want to let anyone down.
"You don't have to be so strong all the time." Her father had told her the day her grandfather had died, but she insisted she did. I guess that's what you get from hanging around the Briefs too much... especially Vegeta. She told herself with a small sigh that even she could barely detect.
That night at dinner, Pan could barely touch her food. Trunks was out with his girlfriend, Michaela, and it left Pan in a sad and depressed state.
"Are you ok, Pan-chan?" Goten asked her in a caring voice. Pan just nodded. Bra noticed something was up as well, but unlike Goten, she immediatly knew what it was.
"Pan, can I talk to you?" Bra commanded rather than asked as she walked out into the dimly lit hall.
"Yes?"
"I know what's wrong with you and I won't pretend not to. Look," She picked up her friend's drooping head, "It's just another one of his girlfriends. Most likely she doesn't mean anything to him. He just wants someone to be with?"
"So why not me?" Pan choaked on her words.
"Because he doesn't notice you yet." Pan felt her heart slightly lift at the word 'yet'. She just nodded.
"Now come on, let's go finish dinner!" Bra brightened and encouraged her friend.
"No thanks," Pan half smiled, "I'm not hungry. I think I'll go for a walk." Bra shrugged.
"Ok. Je ne!"
Pan kicked some dirt on the dirt pathway in the middle of the forest. As far as she was concerned, it wasn't fair. She had known since practically forever that her and Trunks were meant to be. Well, in her mind at any rate. She was listening to the birds chirp and slight breeze hit the autumn trees when she first heard other voices.
"Trunks..." A clearly feminine voice sounded mumbled softly, "I was wondering about something..." Just then Pan turned a corner and saw them sitting next to each other on a bright patch of green grass. It looked ever so comfortable, and Pan was enraged with jealously.
"Yeah, Michaela?" Pan heard Trunks's voice.
"Do you ever think about the future?" Pan hid behind a tree and peered at the couple that was holding hands and smiling while staring up at the sky. "Like, where you'll be and who you'll be with?" Pan saw Trunks shrug slightly.
"Sometimes, I suppose." Pan saw the way he looked at Michaela and immediatly wanted to just curl up in a hole and die. It was so caring, and she couldn't blame the lavender-haired stud. Michaela was beautiful and sweet looking. She had midback length wavy gloden hair and the biggest, most sincere baby blue eyes Pan had ever scene. Her skin was a silky peaches and cream colour, and her voice seemed angelic. She was everything Pan wasn't. She wanted to turn away, but couldn't bring herself to. Just like when you stab yourself with a pin, scream in pain, and then do it again to see if it'll still sting.
"I think about it a lot. Where I'll be, what I want to do with my life, who I want to be there for me..." Trunks grinned at her.
"Like me?" He said, gently kissing her tender lips. Michaela blushed and kissed him back. Pan winced and tried to hold back her feelings. It was then that Trunks felt a familiar ki rise and shoot off. He looked up to see a maddened Pan flying off into the sunset.
"Oh look! A shooting star!" Michaela brightened when she saw what she thought was a 'shooting star', but was really just a heart broken girl.
"Yeah, a shooting star..." He wasn't even concerned in the slightest about what had happened to Pan, he just put his arm around a smitten Michaela's shoulder.
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Several weeks passed, 7 to be precise, and Michaela and Trunks still made the cutest couple on earth. Pan had changed, and was now bitter and sad. Her features had suddenly died after the night she had seen Trunks and Michaela together in the woods. When she would smile, it was plastic. When she would laugh, it was just a show. But amazingly enough, no one seemed to notice.
Pan gazed stuck out her raven haired head out her bedroom window into the dense, cold night air. She gazed at the sky. It was dark and there were only a few stars out, but all were bright enough for 20 each. There was no moon, and it was just so gorgeous.
There was a slight knock on Pan's door.
"Who is it?" She asked dreamily.
"It's me, Trunks. Can I come in for a moment?" Pan's heart skipped a beat as she straightened up and looked at her door.
"Uhh, errr, sure..." He oppened the door and slipped in quietly.
"I need to ask you something." She nodded calmly for him to continue. 'He broke up with Michaela! Didn't he?!' But her hopes were soon to be slashed.
"Well, it's like this." He sat himself down on her bed and looked at her. "Michaela got a great job offer in Europe, and..." He hesitated, only raising Pan's dreams even more. "She wants me to go with her." Pan sulked inside, but refused to show it.
"And?"
"And I don't know whether or not I want to go. I mean I don't want to lose her..."
"Why are you telling me this?" It was hard for her to speak through the sand paper that had now become her throat, but she managed it anyway.
"Because I want you to tell me how it would effect you. You've been just like a sister to me, and I don't want to lose that relationship." Pan nodded slowly, trying to take everything in. 'A sister, that's all I ever was...'
"Do you love her, Trunks?"
"What?"
"Do you love her."
"I... I suppose. Well yes, I do. But why?" He eyed her curiously. There was a long moment of silence before Pan could bring herself to speak again.
"That's all that matters. If you love her, then go. You'll never lose me." She forced a half smile that came off sadder than she had meant it to. Trunks just looked at her and then walked out of the room. 'So why do I feel like I've just lost my best friend?' He asked himself.
Pan sat there in utter shock, wondering how this all could've happened.
worse, sooo....... Stay tuned! ^-^
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"Yeah.... I know.... Uh huh...." Trunks was talking on the phone when Pan entered the living room. She leaned over to Goten who was on the pale grey couch/chair type thing reading some girly type magazine.
"Hey," She whisperred. "Who is he talking to?" Goten shrugged.
"His new girlfriend I'm assuming." Pan felt her heart sink at that. She knew her face was turning bright red and she would soon start spazzing at absolutely nothing just to avoid crying. She couldn't help it, it always happened. Pan then noticed the magazine her uncle was reading.
"Uhh... why are you reading that?" She raised an eyebrow, trying to forget about her disappointment.
"Cause..."
"Cause why?" Goten sunk further into the chair and raised the magazine to avoid looking at his neice.
"No reason."
"There is a reason. Puh! Fine! Be that way!" Pan didn't realize she was shrieking, but stomped out of the room as though she were PMSing. Goten eyed her oddly but shrugged it off quickly and went back to reading his magazine.
Infuriated, Pan ran up to her room and slammed the door shut. It was only inside her room when she let herself fall onto the bed and feel self pity. She didn't cry, but instead turned maddeningly red and silently fumed to herself.
'Hello!' She told herself. 'You've known him your whole like and not once has he liked you in THAT way. Why should anything change? Why am I just setting myself up to disappointment? Besides, it's been 3 months now that we've lived together, and not once has he shown interest in me in the way I want him to! Oh this totally sucks!'
She turned her head to the side to let herself breath, but a picture suddenly caught her eye. It was held in a deep red picture frame that had swirls imprinted all over it. It was beautiful and seemingly soothed her for the moment. Inside the frame was a picture of Trunks and herself that Bra had taken a while ago right after Pan had turned SSJ for the first time. Pan smiled awkwardly for a short moment and reached for it in the air, even though it was all the way across the room.
A tear almost formed in her ocean blue eyes, but she wouldn't allow it. Instead, her eyes turned bloodred and bitter. She felt a need to let herself cry, but she couldn't. She had been raised to be strong, and she didn't want to let anyone down.
"You don't have to be so strong all the time." Her father had told her the day her grandfather had died, but she insisted she did. I guess that's what you get from hanging around the Briefs too much... especially Vegeta. She told herself with a small sigh that even she could barely detect.
That night at dinner, Pan could barely touch her food. Trunks was out with his girlfriend, Michaela, and it left Pan in a sad and depressed state.
"Are you ok, Pan-chan?" Goten asked her in a caring voice. Pan just nodded. Bra noticed something was up as well, but unlike Goten, she immediatly knew what it was.
"Pan, can I talk to you?" Bra commanded rather than asked as she walked out into the dimly lit hall.
"Yes?"
"I know what's wrong with you and I won't pretend not to. Look," She picked up her friend's drooping head, "It's just another one of his girlfriends. Most likely she doesn't mean anything to him. He just wants someone to be with?"
"So why not me?" Pan choaked on her words.
"Because he doesn't notice you yet." Pan felt her heart slightly lift at the word 'yet'. She just nodded.
"Now come on, let's go finish dinner!" Bra brightened and encouraged her friend.
"No thanks," Pan half smiled, "I'm not hungry. I think I'll go for a walk." Bra shrugged.
"Ok. Je ne!"
Pan kicked some dirt on the dirt pathway in the middle of the forest. As far as she was concerned, it wasn't fair. She had known since practically forever that her and Trunks were meant to be. Well, in her mind at any rate. She was listening to the birds chirp and slight breeze hit the autumn trees when she first heard other voices.
"Trunks..." A clearly feminine voice sounded mumbled softly, "I was wondering about something..." Just then Pan turned a corner and saw them sitting next to each other on a bright patch of green grass. It looked ever so comfortable, and Pan was enraged with jealously.
"Yeah, Michaela?" Pan heard Trunks's voice.
"Do you ever think about the future?" Pan hid behind a tree and peered at the couple that was holding hands and smiling while staring up at the sky. "Like, where you'll be and who you'll be with?" Pan saw Trunks shrug slightly.
"Sometimes, I suppose." Pan saw the way he looked at Michaela and immediatly wanted to just curl up in a hole and die. It was so caring, and she couldn't blame the lavender-haired stud. Michaela was beautiful and sweet looking. She had midback length wavy gloden hair and the biggest, most sincere baby blue eyes Pan had ever scene. Her skin was a silky peaches and cream colour, and her voice seemed angelic. She was everything Pan wasn't. She wanted to turn away, but couldn't bring herself to. Just like when you stab yourself with a pin, scream in pain, and then do it again to see if it'll still sting.
"I think about it a lot. Where I'll be, what I want to do with my life, who I want to be there for me..." Trunks grinned at her.
"Like me?" He said, gently kissing her tender lips. Michaela blushed and kissed him back. Pan winced and tried to hold back her feelings. It was then that Trunks felt a familiar ki rise and shoot off. He looked up to see a maddened Pan flying off into the sunset.
"Oh look! A shooting star!" Michaela brightened when she saw what she thought was a 'shooting star', but was really just a heart broken girl.
"Yeah, a shooting star..." He wasn't even concerned in the slightest about what had happened to Pan, he just put his arm around a smitten Michaela's shoulder.
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Several weeks passed, 7 to be precise, and Michaela and Trunks still made the cutest couple on earth. Pan had changed, and was now bitter and sad. Her features had suddenly died after the night she had seen Trunks and Michaela together in the woods. When she would smile, it was plastic. When she would laugh, it was just a show. But amazingly enough, no one seemed to notice.
Pan gazed stuck out her raven haired head out her bedroom window into the dense, cold night air. She gazed at the sky. It was dark and there were only a few stars out, but all were bright enough for 20 each. There was no moon, and it was just so gorgeous.
There was a slight knock on Pan's door.
"Who is it?" She asked dreamily.
"It's me, Trunks. Can I come in for a moment?" Pan's heart skipped a beat as she straightened up and looked at her door.
"Uhh, errr, sure..." He oppened the door and slipped in quietly.
"I need to ask you something." She nodded calmly for him to continue. 'He broke up with Michaela! Didn't he?!' But her hopes were soon to be slashed.
"Well, it's like this." He sat himself down on her bed and looked at her. "Michaela got a great job offer in Europe, and..." He hesitated, only raising Pan's dreams even more. "She wants me to go with her." Pan sulked inside, but refused to show it.
"And?"
"And I don't know whether or not I want to go. I mean I don't want to lose her..."
"Why are you telling me this?" It was hard for her to speak through the sand paper that had now become her throat, but she managed it anyway.
"Because I want you to tell me how it would effect you. You've been just like a sister to me, and I don't want to lose that relationship." Pan nodded slowly, trying to take everything in. 'A sister, that's all I ever was...'
"Do you love her, Trunks?"
"What?"
"Do you love her."
"I... I suppose. Well yes, I do. But why?" He eyed her curiously. There was a long moment of silence before Pan could bring herself to speak again.
"That's all that matters. If you love her, then go. You'll never lose me." She forced a half smile that came off sadder than she had meant it to. Trunks just looked at her and then walked out of the room. 'So why do I feel like I've just lost my best friend?' He asked himself.
Pan sat there in utter shock, wondering how this all could've happened.