A Thousand Promises Broken
The bright yellow cast of Saturday mourning sunshine poured onto the king size bed. Pan, as if a natural reaction, winced and buried her face into Trunks' muscular naked chest. Trunks shifted closer and slid his built arm around her waist. --Beep-- --Beep-- The smoke alarm surprised and jerked both Pan and Trunks' out of thier peaceful sleep. "What the hell?" Trunks smoothed out his long lavender hair and pulled himelf out of bead and pulled on casual pants. Pan sat unwillingly and too lazy to move, just sat there holding the white sheets up to her cheast. Her long jet black hair flowed everywhere contrasting with the sheets. "Ugh..." She fell back onto the soft goose feather bed and buried herself under covers and pillows. Trunks opened the oak door that lead to the upper floor hallway. He was bombarded with heavy smoke. The air hoses on attached inside the walls of thehigh tech Capsule Corps house attacked the smoke like an forgien invader. He ran down the staircase and where the smoke source was coming from--the kitchen. In a matter of seconds he found out the reason for the smoke was Bra's attempt to cook.
"Bra! What the--" Trunks stopped what he was saying and saw Bra slowly turned around. Her naturally blue/aqua hair went charcoal, her Tank was covered in sut and so wereher expensive pants. Trunks burst into laughter."Shut Up Trunks" Bra slaped the burnt pancakes--or whatever that was on the table and stormed off. "Yesterday's Pancakes were fine! You are just never home to taste them!" Bra slapped her brother on the shoulder hard and stormed to her room. "Thank God I am never home..." Trunks whisperd and smirked. "I heard that" Bra said from the staircase. "Get ready" Bra ordered him. "Get ready? For what?" Trunks was confused. "The meeting you idiot!" Bra skitted up the stairs. "Meeting?" Trunks said to himself. "Theres a meeting?..." Trunks started to walk up the stairs. Then it hit him "The meeting! Oh Shit! The fucken meeting!!!" Trunks ran up the stairs. He was going to miss his flight. "Oh damn! I am not done the news boards...oh well, got the BS the whole thing." He manged to put on his black dress shirt, pants and a blue stain tie and smooth his hair. 'You look good' He thought to himself. He gathered everything and turned around to get the rest of his papers and find his glasses and saw a perplexed Pan sitting on his bed. "Where are you going?" She naively asked. "I thought you'd spend the week end with me" She mentioned. 'Oh shit' He mentally kicked himself in the ass for leaving Pan...again. H sat on the bed and looked at his beautiful Pan. "um...Pan, honey..." He began clearing his throat for air. "I have a --a " He looked at her wide eyes. Her eyebrows creased not wanting to hear the answer to the snetence. "...A meeting" She finished off for him. Her voice dropped several tones.
"I promise Pan I'll be back before the Capsule party" He promised again. He stood up and turned around his heart cracked to have broken so many promises to Pan. "Sure, whatever" Pan whispered hurt not wanting him to hear. He spun around, clearly have heard. "I am so sorry" Trunks help her face in his hands. "its alrite" Pan sighed and forced a smile for him. The smile didn't hide the sadness in her eyes. His heart twisted.She hardly saw him, he was always on business trips, on meetings, or out planning new developments and meeting with his secretary Besty. Trunks had no choice, he pecked her on the lips. "There's more where that came from" He winked and bolted to his car. "I know...to bad I never get to see you" she sat in silence in his room.
*~*~*~*~*~* 7 Hours Later *~*~*~*~*~*~~
Pan placed the last diamond clipin her hair. She looked gorgeous. She was in a red no strap Gucci dressthat Trunks bought her while her was in Milan on a bussiness trip as usual. She never wore it for him yet, so she wanted to surprise him. She took out all her anger on her punching bag...acyaully several punching bags several hours ago. She decided not to be mad, she understood that being the head of a large company wasn't easy and she wanted to be a thoughtful girlfriend/fiancee. She slipped on her platforms and her long black satin gloves. A couple of curls escpaed her hair and casaded down, which gave the outfit a stunning effect.
----Ring Ring--- She went an picked up her cordless. "Hello?" She asked. "Miss Son Pan?" An all to familliar voice purred through the reciever. "Betsy?" Pan never like Betsy, she was a blonde, long legged attractive suductress who lusted after Trunks. She was scheming, and muniplitive. Pan knew that Betsy envied and hated the fact that she was Trunks' only love. "Yes, itd Betsy, I am calling for Mr. Trunks, He's ina meeting and said he wouldn't be able to make it to the party and said he is terrabibly sorry" Betsy's Voice dripped with fake sympathy. "Oh" Pan's heart sank with the tne of her voice. "I am so sorry" Betsy tried hard to hide her contentment that Pan was hurt. Pan just hung up without a word.
"I can't believe she hung up on me!" Betsy muttered. "Who was that?" Trunks pointed to Betsy's phone. She spun around not relaizing that Trunks' was behind her. "uh..no one" Betsy smiled. "Oh, alright" Trunks picked up his phone and dialed. "What are you doing?" Betsy's voice quivered. "Calling someone..that's usually what you do with a phone" He laughed. "Who?!" Betsy held his hand and demanded. He removed her smooth porcelin hand off his "uh..Pan" He continued dailing. He moved away. The phonw was answered "Pan..." Trunks started. "This is Jeremy, Pan's not available at the moment" Trunks was surprised. What would this obsessing freak be doing with Pan's Cell. "Jeremy? Where is she?" Trunks quietly demanded. "Busy" then he phone clicked off. "Hello?" Trunks said into the phone. His heart raced. 'Pan wouldn't do anything unfaithful' Trunks knew she wouldn't. 'what if she's hurt? This jeremy guy has a past history of being violent and he was obsessed with Pan' Trunks heart was beating fast, something told him to go home and fast. He started to walk fast. "Mr Trunks where are you going?" He walked past her without a word. She grabed his arm and pulled him back to her. "Let go of me Betsy" He demanded. "Why are you going back to her?" Betsy blurted out. "What?" Trunks asked in confusion. "She is a slut and ugly compared to me! What does hse have that I don't?!" Betsy couldn't keep in her hatred anymore and exposed her true self. "EXCUSE ME?" Trunks's eyes went to an icy blue. "Don't you ever call my fiancee that, you understand?!" She threatned quiety. "You're the slut, not her" H brushed her arm off and stormed off. Bra walked up behind Betsy and tapped her on the shoulder. Betsy turned around her face flustered red. "Hello" Bra said in an even tone. Betsy just looked and moved away slowly intimidated by Bra's stern look. "My brother is to nice to you, he should have dne this a long time ago...you fired." Bra smirked, the natural Vegeta Sei smirk. "You can't fire me! I am TRUNKS' secretary! Not yours!" Betsy claimed in a high pitched tone. "Oh, i can't? You, must remeber in that little brain of yours that I am after all the Vice presidant in this comapany, I can do anything I want..with or without my brother's permission." Bra told her a -matter-o-factly and strutted away.
Pan lay lifeless on the couch. Her hair spilled over her shoulders. Jeremy sat down beside her and stroked her lovely face. He removed her gloves slowly. "You're mine now" He whispered to Pan as he kissed her on the cheek. Pan slighty twitched at the gesture. He removed her shoes and slowly unzipped her dress to reveal her black bra and panties. His eyes widened at the sight. "What does Trunks have that I don't? I deserve you not him. And now...My beautiful Pan you will be mine at last..."
Trunks sat in the leather couch of the first class section of the plane. The plane was already delayed, and now he was late for the party. He fingers played with a napkin shredding it into pieces. 'My God' He thought to himself. In his mind and somewhere else in his soul, he flet that something was wrong...was not right. He picked up his phone and dialed Pan's cell again. ---ring--- ---ring---. The thrid ring...the fourth...the fifth... no one picked up the phone. Pan always takes her calls...especially from him...even if she was mad. "What the?" The placed his phone back into his pocket. 'Jeremy...Jeremy...' The name kept on plagueing his every thought. 'He'd always looked at Pan with those peiercing green eyes...with a nasty thought in his mind, that made Trunks always have a sense to protect Pan from him. Although Pan took Trunks' and stopped hanging around him...that was a relief.' Trunks wasn't controling type. Pan grew up around a lot of guys...and quite naturally she would have a lot of guy friends. He didn't mind any of her guy friends, most of them were his friends too...but Jeremy, there was something disturbing about that guy. He couldn't take it anymore and picked up his phone and dialed. "Hello Finding Call Corps. Trish Speaking how may I help you?" The Operator asked. This one another company held by his own Capsule corps. "Hello, This is Mr. Trunks Briefs. calling" Trunks said. "OH! Hello Mr. Briefs, how may I help you??" She sounded surprised and flattered that one of the hottest men just happened to be on her line. "I need to you to track where Ms. Son Pan's Cell Phone is at the moment. Her number is 2018 - 2114 -1119 (spells Trunks 20 - T, 18 - R etc... ^_^) "Yes sir" There were several beeping noises and a coule of seconds later, she said "Her Phone is at her house sir, and its turned of...but not by her, thats odd, maybe we did something wrong, I'll check again...yes sir the figerprint we scanned is not by her..but turned of by a ... Hockley,Jeremy...Jeremy Hockley sir, The phone is also in possession of him sir." She said. "Thank you Trish" He Hung Up. Now his stomach had a wierd not in it that he wasn't used to. Okay, what the hell would Jeremy be doing at Pan's house? No one was there everyone already went to the party...only Pan left with the creep.
Trunks couldn't take it anymore. Trunks tried to open the high tech window of the plane, but it didn't work. So he broke it and jumped outside with passengers looking at him thinking he had gone mad. Trunks zoomed and flew home, faster then the plane itself. He finally got to Pan's house and knocked on the door. But only screams answered---Pan's screams. "Pan! OPEN!!" Trunks yelled. He barged in and broke her front door. She sat on the couch her hair disheavled, holding her dress up to her nakedness. Jeremy lay on the floor, nose bleeding, blood trickered out of the side of his mouth. His eye was turning a nice shade of purple. Pan kicked his ass...but how did everything happen? Trunks ran to Pan. She looked up and saw him and grabed on. He stood up and held Jeremy by the shirt and brought hism outside and closed the door. There were sounds of Jeremy in pain then someone running away. The door opened and Trunks walked in smoothing his hair out. "Taken care off" He sat down beside Pan. She grabbed him around the waist and sobbed."He--He tried--he..." She stammered. "Shhh...I'm here" He stroked her messed up hair. "What happened?" He soothed her down to quiet sobs. "Betsy said you weren't coming home...*sob* and...*hiccupp*...then he..came over..saw me..*sob* sad...i drank something, then this....then this happened! I woke up *hiccupp*...and ..and *sob*...and" She burst into tears again and held on to Trunks with a need of protection.
Trunks pulled himself up for the bed as quietly as possible. He looked down on Pan, still sleeping in her red Gucci dress, complete with the barrets in her hair. He had stayed with her the whole night, as she fell asleep tired and exhausted in his arms. He carried her back to her bed and fell asleep beside her. He promised himself he wouldn't leave for meetngs far away if it wasn't a big one. Something caught his eye. The light of his phone was going off. He had turned his phone off, so there was no beeping to wake Pan up from her blissful sleep. He reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" He whispered quietly. "You coming to the meeting? You're going to be late!" Bra said. "No you take care of it, alright?" Trunks whispered. "ME!?! are you crazy??" Bra was shocked. "No, you're good enough" He smiled and hung up.
"Trunks?" Pan squirmed beneath the sheets.He rushed over to the bed and sat down. She immediatly clung to him, which overwhelmed him. He hugged her back. "What is it? Go back to sleep" He whispered. "Trunks..." She looked up her dark glossy eyes refected hi face. "Yeah?" He asked. "Lets get married" She looked at him with all her heart and soul. He bent down and pulled her into a long passionate kiss.
The bright yellow cast of Saturday mourning sunshine poured onto the king size bed. Pan, as if a natural reaction, winced and buried her face into Trunks' muscular naked chest. Trunks shifted closer and slid his built arm around her waist. --Beep-- --Beep-- The smoke alarm surprised and jerked both Pan and Trunks' out of thier peaceful sleep. "What the hell?" Trunks smoothed out his long lavender hair and pulled himelf out of bead and pulled on casual pants. Pan sat unwillingly and too lazy to move, just sat there holding the white sheets up to her cheast. Her long jet black hair flowed everywhere contrasting with the sheets. "Ugh..." She fell back onto the soft goose feather bed and buried herself under covers and pillows. Trunks opened the oak door that lead to the upper floor hallway. He was bombarded with heavy smoke. The air hoses on attached inside the walls of thehigh tech Capsule Corps house attacked the smoke like an forgien invader. He ran down the staircase and where the smoke source was coming from--the kitchen. In a matter of seconds he found out the reason for the smoke was Bra's attempt to cook.
"Bra! What the--" Trunks stopped what he was saying and saw Bra slowly turned around. Her naturally blue/aqua hair went charcoal, her Tank was covered in sut and so wereher expensive pants. Trunks burst into laughter."Shut Up Trunks" Bra slaped the burnt pancakes--or whatever that was on the table and stormed off. "Yesterday's Pancakes were fine! You are just never home to taste them!" Bra slapped her brother on the shoulder hard and stormed to her room. "Thank God I am never home..." Trunks whisperd and smirked. "I heard that" Bra said from the staircase. "Get ready" Bra ordered him. "Get ready? For what?" Trunks was confused. "The meeting you idiot!" Bra skitted up the stairs. "Meeting?" Trunks said to himself. "Theres a meeting?..." Trunks started to walk up the stairs. Then it hit him "The meeting! Oh Shit! The fucken meeting!!!" Trunks ran up the stairs. He was going to miss his flight. "Oh damn! I am not done the news boards...oh well, got the BS the whole thing." He manged to put on his black dress shirt, pants and a blue stain tie and smooth his hair. 'You look good' He thought to himself. He gathered everything and turned around to get the rest of his papers and find his glasses and saw a perplexed Pan sitting on his bed. "Where are you going?" She naively asked. "I thought you'd spend the week end with me" She mentioned. 'Oh shit' He mentally kicked himself in the ass for leaving Pan...again. H sat on the bed and looked at his beautiful Pan. "um...Pan, honey..." He began clearing his throat for air. "I have a --a " He looked at her wide eyes. Her eyebrows creased not wanting to hear the answer to the snetence. "...A meeting" She finished off for him. Her voice dropped several tones.
"I promise Pan I'll be back before the Capsule party" He promised again. He stood up and turned around his heart cracked to have broken so many promises to Pan. "Sure, whatever" Pan whispered hurt not wanting him to hear. He spun around, clearly have heard. "I am so sorry" Trunks help her face in his hands. "its alrite" Pan sighed and forced a smile for him. The smile didn't hide the sadness in her eyes. His heart twisted.She hardly saw him, he was always on business trips, on meetings, or out planning new developments and meeting with his secretary Besty. Trunks had no choice, he pecked her on the lips. "There's more where that came from" He winked and bolted to his car. "I know...to bad I never get to see you" she sat in silence in his room.
*~*~*~*~*~* 7 Hours Later *~*~*~*~*~*~~
Pan placed the last diamond clipin her hair. She looked gorgeous. She was in a red no strap Gucci dressthat Trunks bought her while her was in Milan on a bussiness trip as usual. She never wore it for him yet, so she wanted to surprise him. She took out all her anger on her punching bag...acyaully several punching bags several hours ago. She decided not to be mad, she understood that being the head of a large company wasn't easy and she wanted to be a thoughtful girlfriend/fiancee. She slipped on her platforms and her long black satin gloves. A couple of curls escpaed her hair and casaded down, which gave the outfit a stunning effect.
----Ring Ring--- She went an picked up her cordless. "Hello?" She asked. "Miss Son Pan?" An all to familliar voice purred through the reciever. "Betsy?" Pan never like Betsy, she was a blonde, long legged attractive suductress who lusted after Trunks. She was scheming, and muniplitive. Pan knew that Betsy envied and hated the fact that she was Trunks' only love. "Yes, itd Betsy, I am calling for Mr. Trunks, He's ina meeting and said he wouldn't be able to make it to the party and said he is terrabibly sorry" Betsy's Voice dripped with fake sympathy. "Oh" Pan's heart sank with the tne of her voice. "I am so sorry" Betsy tried hard to hide her contentment that Pan was hurt. Pan just hung up without a word.
"I can't believe she hung up on me!" Betsy muttered. "Who was that?" Trunks pointed to Betsy's phone. She spun around not relaizing that Trunks' was behind her. "uh..no one" Betsy smiled. "Oh, alright" Trunks picked up his phone and dialed. "What are you doing?" Betsy's voice quivered. "Calling someone..that's usually what you do with a phone" He laughed. "Who?!" Betsy held his hand and demanded. He removed her smooth porcelin hand off his "uh..Pan" He continued dailing. He moved away. The phonw was answered "Pan..." Trunks started. "This is Jeremy, Pan's not available at the moment" Trunks was surprised. What would this obsessing freak be doing with Pan's Cell. "Jeremy? Where is she?" Trunks quietly demanded. "Busy" then he phone clicked off. "Hello?" Trunks said into the phone. His heart raced. 'Pan wouldn't do anything unfaithful' Trunks knew she wouldn't. 'what if she's hurt? This jeremy guy has a past history of being violent and he was obsessed with Pan' Trunks heart was beating fast, something told him to go home and fast. He started to walk fast. "Mr Trunks where are you going?" He walked past her without a word. She grabed his arm and pulled him back to her. "Let go of me Betsy" He demanded. "Why are you going back to her?" Betsy blurted out. "What?" Trunks asked in confusion. "She is a slut and ugly compared to me! What does hse have that I don't?!" Betsy couldn't keep in her hatred anymore and exposed her true self. "EXCUSE ME?" Trunks's eyes went to an icy blue. "Don't you ever call my fiancee that, you understand?!" She threatned quiety. "You're the slut, not her" H brushed her arm off and stormed off. Bra walked up behind Betsy and tapped her on the shoulder. Betsy turned around her face flustered red. "Hello" Bra said in an even tone. Betsy just looked and moved away slowly intimidated by Bra's stern look. "My brother is to nice to you, he should have dne this a long time ago...you fired." Bra smirked, the natural Vegeta Sei smirk. "You can't fire me! I am TRUNKS' secretary! Not yours!" Betsy claimed in a high pitched tone. "Oh, i can't? You, must remeber in that little brain of yours that I am after all the Vice presidant in this comapany, I can do anything I want..with or without my brother's permission." Bra told her a -matter-o-factly and strutted away.
Pan lay lifeless on the couch. Her hair spilled over her shoulders. Jeremy sat down beside her and stroked her lovely face. He removed her gloves slowly. "You're mine now" He whispered to Pan as he kissed her on the cheek. Pan slighty twitched at the gesture. He removed her shoes and slowly unzipped her dress to reveal her black bra and panties. His eyes widened at the sight. "What does Trunks have that I don't? I deserve you not him. And now...My beautiful Pan you will be mine at last..."
Trunks sat in the leather couch of the first class section of the plane. The plane was already delayed, and now he was late for the party. He fingers played with a napkin shredding it into pieces. 'My God' He thought to himself. In his mind and somewhere else in his soul, he flet that something was wrong...was not right. He picked up his phone and dialed Pan's cell again. ---ring--- ---ring---. The thrid ring...the fourth...the fifth... no one picked up the phone. Pan always takes her calls...especially from him...even if she was mad. "What the?" The placed his phone back into his pocket. 'Jeremy...Jeremy...' The name kept on plagueing his every thought. 'He'd always looked at Pan with those peiercing green eyes...with a nasty thought in his mind, that made Trunks always have a sense to protect Pan from him. Although Pan took Trunks' and stopped hanging around him...that was a relief.' Trunks wasn't controling type. Pan grew up around a lot of guys...and quite naturally she would have a lot of guy friends. He didn't mind any of her guy friends, most of them were his friends too...but Jeremy, there was something disturbing about that guy. He couldn't take it anymore and picked up his phone and dialed. "Hello Finding Call Corps. Trish Speaking how may I help you?" The Operator asked. This one another company held by his own Capsule corps. "Hello, This is Mr. Trunks Briefs. calling" Trunks said. "OH! Hello Mr. Briefs, how may I help you??" She sounded surprised and flattered that one of the hottest men just happened to be on her line. "I need to you to track where Ms. Son Pan's Cell Phone is at the moment. Her number is 2018 - 2114 -1119 (spells Trunks 20 - T, 18 - R etc... ^_^) "Yes sir" There were several beeping noises and a coule of seconds later, she said "Her Phone is at her house sir, and its turned of...but not by her, thats odd, maybe we did something wrong, I'll check again...yes sir the figerprint we scanned is not by her..but turned of by a ... Hockley,Jeremy...Jeremy Hockley sir, The phone is also in possession of him sir." She said. "Thank you Trish" He Hung Up. Now his stomach had a wierd not in it that he wasn't used to. Okay, what the hell would Jeremy be doing at Pan's house? No one was there everyone already went to the party...only Pan left with the creep.
Trunks couldn't take it anymore. Trunks tried to open the high tech window of the plane, but it didn't work. So he broke it and jumped outside with passengers looking at him thinking he had gone mad. Trunks zoomed and flew home, faster then the plane itself. He finally got to Pan's house and knocked on the door. But only screams answered---Pan's screams. "Pan! OPEN!!" Trunks yelled. He barged in and broke her front door. She sat on the couch her hair disheavled, holding her dress up to her nakedness. Jeremy lay on the floor, nose bleeding, blood trickered out of the side of his mouth. His eye was turning a nice shade of purple. Pan kicked his ass...but how did everything happen? Trunks ran to Pan. She looked up and saw him and grabed on. He stood up and held Jeremy by the shirt and brought hism outside and closed the door. There were sounds of Jeremy in pain then someone running away. The door opened and Trunks walked in smoothing his hair out. "Taken care off" He sat down beside Pan. She grabbed him around the waist and sobbed."He--He tried--he..." She stammered. "Shhh...I'm here" He stroked her messed up hair. "What happened?" He soothed her down to quiet sobs. "Betsy said you weren't coming home...*sob* and...*hiccupp*...then he..came over..saw me..*sob* sad...i drank something, then this....then this happened! I woke up *hiccupp*...and ..and *sob*...and" She burst into tears again and held on to Trunks with a need of protection.
Trunks pulled himself up for the bed as quietly as possible. He looked down on Pan, still sleeping in her red Gucci dress, complete with the barrets in her hair. He had stayed with her the whole night, as she fell asleep tired and exhausted in his arms. He carried her back to her bed and fell asleep beside her. He promised himself he wouldn't leave for meetngs far away if it wasn't a big one. Something caught his eye. The light of his phone was going off. He had turned his phone off, so there was no beeping to wake Pan up from her blissful sleep. He reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" He whispered quietly. "You coming to the meeting? You're going to be late!" Bra said. "No you take care of it, alright?" Trunks whispered. "ME!?! are you crazy??" Bra was shocked. "No, you're good enough" He smiled and hung up.
"Trunks?" Pan squirmed beneath the sheets.He rushed over to the bed and sat down. She immediatly clung to him, which overwhelmed him. He hugged her back. "What is it? Go back to sleep" He whispered. "Trunks..." She looked up her dark glossy eyes refected hi face. "Yeah?" He asked. "Lets get married" She looked at him with all her heart and soul. He bent down and pulled her into a long passionate kiss.