Hi minna-chan!
Gosh, when was the last time I'd updated? Last night? Hmmmmm... well Michi-chan, you didn't know I was gonna post this one without you yelling at how slow I'm taking with this one. Good news folks! This will be the last chapter of depression. We are almost done with the "love" part, so stick around for more humor with the "war" part.
In other news, I'm planning are starting two more new fanfics soon. Which are going to have to be VERY motivated by reviews cuz I have sorta a one track mind... heehee. The first one, will be completely DBZ for your pleasure. I hate how GT ended, it made it seem like everyone just, ya know, split apart and never talked again. Well, what if they did? It'll be T/P and G/B if you where wondering. And the other one will be a sort of a next gen GW and DBZ crossover. When you review lemme know what you think.
Disclamier: I don't own this story or this song.
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Bra walked into the kitchen and turned on the radio. She was clad in black and her hair was tied up nicely. Goten poked his head through the door, "Come on love," he said walking in and kissing her neck, "we can't be late."
Bra didn't smile. Not even almost. "Of course not Goten."
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And you find yourself falling down
With your hopes in the sky
And your heart like grape gum on the ground
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan snapped out of her gaze as Trunks silently opened the car door, and offered her a hand. She walked close to him, but neither said a word.
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And you try to find yourself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone was there. ChiChi, Goten, Bra, Trunks, Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, #18, Marron, Tien, Chanzu, Yamcha... Pan watched them all. Her grandfather wasn't there, she was heartbroken. She was surrounded by everyone she loved, but she still felt so alone. She turned and cried into Trunks chest. The Priest said his final prayer over the tiny grave. They didn't know whether the infant had been male or female, so they simply called it "Trunks".
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In the abstractions of religion
And the cuelty of everyone else
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two figures sat up in the trees. One was tall with messy black hair and kind eyes. The other was the size of a teen with lavender hair in a bowl cut. The lavender hair one turned to the other as the people at the funeral left, "Which ones where my parents?"
The dark haired one took the lavender haired ones hand, "This way."
"Where are we going Goku?"
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And you wake up to realize
Your standerd of living somehow got stuck on survive
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The lavender hair one knelt down at the grave, "Trunks Vegeta Briefs II?" he turned to Goku, "Is that me?"
Goku nodded. "And you look just like your father."
Trunks II looked back at the group of people now staring at him, "And so that man with purple hair, and the woman with black hair are my parents?"
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When your standing in deep water
And your bailing yourself out with a straw
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Pan ran into her room and slammed the door. She wanted to see no one, everyone knew it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to the wall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan shot up in her bed. Breath was caught in her throat. She'd had nightmare again. Nightmares that this was all her fault. Nightmares that everyone hated her for it. But it was no nightmare that she hated *herself* for it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stood on shakey legs. She walked out of her dark room. Her sanctuary. The only place on Earth she had to face no one. She never wanted to see the world again. She walked slowly into the bathroom, and spashed water on her face. She turned and walked over to a bottle that laid on the counter... thoughts came to her mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You wake up to realize your only friend
Has never been yourself or anyone who cared in the end
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She fought the thoughts. The pain would end. It had to. Someday, everything would be good again. Trunks promised her that. She took his word for that. Trunks would never lie to Pan at a time like this.
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Trunks put his bags in the back of his car. He had to go away for awhile. He loved Pan dearly, and that was exactly why he couldn't watch her slowly kill herself like she was. She hadn't eaten. She wouldn't make contact with anyone, no even him. it hurt too much.
His sister pleaded with him not to leave. As much as he agreed that he shouldn't, he had to get away.
It was killing him too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's when everything fades or falls away
The chains which once held us are only the chains which we've made
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan sat up in her bed and listened to Bra and Goten argue with Trunks that he shouldn't go. Tears fell from Pan's eyes. Had she really hurt him that much? Was her feeling sorry for herself and not thinking of anyone else harming them that much?
*********** flashback***************
Trunks knelt down on a nervous knee, and put a nervous hand in his pocket. He took it out, and held up a box to her.
"Pan-chan?"
"Trunks?"
"I- I- I-....uhhh... would u, would u..."
Pan's eyes filled with tears as she jumped onto his knee, "Of course I will Trunks-chan! Why'd you even ask?"
**************end flashback****************
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When you're standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And then your drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan stood and opened her door.
"Where is Trunks going?"
Bra and Goten looked up at the figure before them. Pan's hair was messy, her clothes didn't match, but she stood there, with tears in her eyes.
"He's leaving Pan," Bra said in a scratchy throat, "You better hurry and catch him."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing with out love, love, love
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Trunks stuffed his last bag in the trunk.
"Trunks!"
He looked up to see Pan running at him. She jumped into his arms. "Trunks, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay Pan," he whispered into her hair, "We both need help right now, that's all."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We've compromised our pride
And sacrificed our health
We must demand more
Not from each other
But more from ourselves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks picked Pan up, "But the first step, is coming out of your shell. You need to open up to us Panny, or we can't help you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing without love
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Next time on AFIHLAW:
What's up with the heater. Why is Trunks marching around. What are our heros planning? Stay turned to the next part of our on going saga... the begining of the war!
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HA HA! You thought I'd end it there, huh? Fat chance! A girl has nothing better to do than continue her best fanfic so far. Even though one of my others was posted on a site somewhere, and the other was pretty good... anyways.... REVIEW!!!!!
Gosh, when was the last time I'd updated? Last night? Hmmmmm... well Michi-chan, you didn't know I was gonna post this one without you yelling at how slow I'm taking with this one. Good news folks! This will be the last chapter of depression. We are almost done with the "love" part, so stick around for more humor with the "war" part.
In other news, I'm planning are starting two more new fanfics soon. Which are going to have to be VERY motivated by reviews cuz I have sorta a one track mind... heehee. The first one, will be completely DBZ for your pleasure. I hate how GT ended, it made it seem like everyone just, ya know, split apart and never talked again. Well, what if they did? It'll be T/P and G/B if you where wondering. And the other one will be a sort of a next gen GW and DBZ crossover. When you review lemme know what you think.
Disclamier: I don't own this story or this song.
**************************************************************************
Bra walked into the kitchen and turned on the radio. She was clad in black and her hair was tied up nicely. Goten poked his head through the door, "Come on love," he said walking in and kissing her neck, "we can't be late."
Bra didn't smile. Not even almost. "Of course not Goten."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And you find yourself falling down
With your hopes in the sky
And your heart like grape gum on the ground
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan snapped out of her gaze as Trunks silently opened the car door, and offered her a hand. She walked close to him, but neither said a word.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And you try to find yourself
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone was there. ChiChi, Goten, Bra, Trunks, Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, #18, Marron, Tien, Chanzu, Yamcha... Pan watched them all. Her grandfather wasn't there, she was heartbroken. She was surrounded by everyone she loved, but she still felt so alone. She turned and cried into Trunks chest. The Priest said his final prayer over the tiny grave. They didn't know whether the infant had been male or female, so they simply called it "Trunks".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the abstractions of religion
And the cuelty of everyone else
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two figures sat up in the trees. One was tall with messy black hair and kind eyes. The other was the size of a teen with lavender hair in a bowl cut. The lavender hair one turned to the other as the people at the funeral left, "Which ones where my parents?"
The dark haired one took the lavender haired ones hand, "This way."
"Where are we going Goku?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And you wake up to realize
Your standerd of living somehow got stuck on survive
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The lavender hair one knelt down at the grave, "Trunks Vegeta Briefs II?" he turned to Goku, "Is that me?"
Goku nodded. "And you look just like your father."
Trunks II looked back at the group of people now staring at him, "And so that man with purple hair, and the woman with black hair are my parents?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your standing in deep water
And your bailing yourself out with a straw
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**********************************************************
Pan ran into her room and slammed the door. She wanted to see no one, everyone knew it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to the wall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan shot up in her bed. Breath was caught in her throat. She'd had nightmare again. Nightmares that this was all her fault. Nightmares that everyone hated her for it. But it was no nightmare that she hated *herself* for it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stood on shakey legs. She walked out of her dark room. Her sanctuary. The only place on Earth she had to face no one. She never wanted to see the world again. She walked slowly into the bathroom, and spashed water on her face. She turned and walked over to a bottle that laid on the counter... thoughts came to her mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You wake up to realize your only friend
Has never been yourself or anyone who cared in the end
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She fought the thoughts. The pain would end. It had to. Someday, everything would be good again. Trunks promised her that. She took his word for that. Trunks would never lie to Pan at a time like this.
*********************************************************
Trunks put his bags in the back of his car. He had to go away for awhile. He loved Pan dearly, and that was exactly why he couldn't watch her slowly kill herself like she was. She hadn't eaten. She wouldn't make contact with anyone, no even him. it hurt too much.
His sister pleaded with him not to leave. As much as he agreed that he shouldn't, he had to get away.
It was killing him too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's when everything fades or falls away
The chains which once held us are only the chains which we've made
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan sat up in her bed and listened to Bra and Goten argue with Trunks that he shouldn't go. Tears fell from Pan's eyes. Had she really hurt him that much? Was her feeling sorry for herself and not thinking of anyone else harming them that much?
*********** flashback***************
Trunks knelt down on a nervous knee, and put a nervous hand in his pocket. He took it out, and held up a box to her.
"Pan-chan?"
"Trunks?"
"I- I- I-....uhhh... would u, would u..."
Pan's eyes filled with tears as she jumped onto his knee, "Of course I will Trunks-chan! Why'd you even ask?"
**************end flashback****************
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When you're standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And then your drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pan stood and opened her door.
"Where is Trunks going?"
Bra and Goten looked up at the figure before them. Pan's hair was messy, her clothes didn't match, but she stood there, with tears in her eyes.
"He's leaving Pan," Bra said in a scratchy throat, "You better hurry and catch him."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing with out love, love, love
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*******************************************************
Trunks stuffed his last bag in the trunk.
"Trunks!"
He looked up to see Pan running at him. She jumped into his arms. "Trunks, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay Pan," he whispered into her hair, "We both need help right now, that's all."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We've compromised our pride
And sacrificed our health
We must demand more
Not from each other
But more from ourselves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks picked Pan up, "But the first step, is coming out of your shell. You need to open up to us Panny, or we can't help you."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
Well it's these little times
That help to remind
It's nothing without love
It's nothing without love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*********************************************
Next time on AFIHLAW:
What's up with the heater. Why is Trunks marching around. What are our heros planning? Stay turned to the next part of our on going saga... the begining of the war!
*********************************************
HA HA! You thought I'd end it there, huh? Fat chance! A girl has nothing better to do than continue her best fanfic so far. Even though one of my others was posted on a site somewhere, and the other was pretty good... anyways.... REVIEW!!!!!
