Hello! I know a lot of you didn't like my Mirai Trunks fic "A Reason to Live" perhaps it was a bit on the morbid side. Ok, a lot! I was upset when I wrote it so give me a break! I am working on another Mirai Trunks fic, one that isn't depressing and its much longer. So I needed a break and decided to write a fic about GT Trunks and Pan. This is my first fic using GT Trunks so go easy on me! But seriously please review! I won't know how to improve my fics if you guys don't tell me! Thanks!
deadscream7990
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A Soul in Distress
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Trunks sat in his office, casually drumming his fingers on the desktop, his head resting in the palm of his hand. With a sigh, he raised his head to look once again at his surroundings. Closing his eyes, he wished to be anywhere but there at that moment. He leaned back in his chair and opened his tightly sealed eyes. Still there. Too bad he didn't know Goku's teleportation technique. He looked longingly at the window, maybe he could...
No! He couldn't take off again. The last time his mother had come to see him at work and found him absent, with his window open, he had received a verbal beating from her and then a physical beating from his father because he was upset that because of Trunks' irresponsible behavior he would have to deal with an angry Bulma. His body held proof to that painful memory in the form of several scars left as a 'reminder' by his father.
Not to mention the fact that he had stacks of papers to go through. With a groan, Trunks slid forward in his seat and picked up a random paper off his desk. Budget this, calculate that, sales, blah, blah, blah. In all honesty, Trunks could care less. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to be free from this corporate hell. Especially when it was towards the end of their fiscal year, that meant long work days and no escaping through the window.
An exasperated sigh left his lips, as his hand sought out the pen he had previously tossed aside. Placing his glasses back on, Trunks began his tedious tasks at hand, all the while wishing for the days when he was free to spend the day as he desired.
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The young girl smiled mischievously as she snuck by the ever unobservant security guard. This is way too easy, they should have better security. Any random person off the street could sneak in here and steal whatever or whomever they want. Shaking her head, the girl slipped silently down the hall to the elevator.
The young girl stepped onto the inviting platform, once inside pushing the button to have the electronic servant take her to the top floor. To the source of her trip.
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Trunks rose from his hunched over position, cracking his spine as he stood. Gathering a stack of papers in his hands, he stalked over to the file cabinet to put them away, hopefully to not have to look at them again for a long, long time. Turning around, he rubbed his hands over his tired eyes. At least twenty more identical stacks of papers awaited his scrutiny. It never ends, the tired businessman thought.
He dragged his feet as he solemnly returned to his desk. He mind drifted once again to thoughts of escaping this prison, before he became too engrossed in his dreams though, he reminded himself of his mother and her angry tirade, in which she ordered him not to leave this office until all this paperwork he had been procrastinating about was completed. Dropping back into his leather chair, he thought again about how much he was not cut out to be a businessman. Not like I ever had a choice though, it seems I never do in anything.
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On the other side of the door she could hear quiet mutterings and the sounds of someone shuffling about. Poor Trunks, she thought, stuck in his office until he finishes his work. He could use a break I'm sure, Bulma won't be too upset if I distract her son for a few minutes.
Placing her hand on the cool metal of his office's doorknob, the dark haired girl opened the door as quietly as possible. Peeking in through the slit, she could see Trunks bent over a stack of papers while sitting at his desk, completely unaware of her, obviously too wrapped up in his work. She smiled sympathetically, he looked like her when Grandma would make her study for hours on end.
She opened the door the rest of the way, causing it to squeak on its hinges. Thus causing Trunks to look up startled. She smiled and waved her fingers at him in a silent hello.
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He could not believe his eyes. What was she doing here? Her impish smile causing him to believe her intentions mischievous. He raised an eyebrow at her, inviting her, in his own way, to come in.
"Hardly working?" she spoke, inviting him into a verbal spar.
"Hmm, working hard, something you would know nothing about, ehh, Panny?"
She smirked, feeling generous so as to let him off for his little comment. Her eyes fell upon the glasses, resting precariously on Trunks' nose. With a snort, she walked over to his desk and plucked the glasses off his face.
"Why do you wear these ridiculous things? Your vision is fine, as is mine and all saiyans." she twirled the glasses on her fingers, watching the light reflect off the lens.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere else to be? Studying perhaps? Shopping with Bra? Or has my mother sent you to make sure I'm still here and working? Well you can report back to her, that to her infinite joy, I am still here and working extraordinarily hard!" Trunks spat at Pan, obviously bitter that he was being forced to remain at work.
"You are so melodramatic, Trunks. I actually did hear about your mother's little 'request' that you have your work done before you leave and I thought I might stop by and see if you wanted me to bring you anything to eat. Knowing your saiyan appetite, you're probably starving already."
Trunks' expression softened, "Ohh, sorry for jumping to conclusions, Pan. Forgive me, I'm a bit stressed."
"It's understandable. How much work do you have left anyway?"
He snorted, "Enough to keep me here all night! So your offer of dinner sounds really appealing. If, of course, its still available." He smiled at her retreating back as she began walking towards the door.
"The usual?" she called over her shoulder.
"You know me too well, Panny."
"You can say that again," she muttered as she walked through the doorway, smiling the entire time.
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Comments are always welcome! Part 2 will be out soon, I promise!
deadscream7990
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A Soul in Distress
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Trunks sat in his office, casually drumming his fingers on the desktop, his head resting in the palm of his hand. With a sigh, he raised his head to look once again at his surroundings. Closing his eyes, he wished to be anywhere but there at that moment. He leaned back in his chair and opened his tightly sealed eyes. Still there. Too bad he didn't know Goku's teleportation technique. He looked longingly at the window, maybe he could...
No! He couldn't take off again. The last time his mother had come to see him at work and found him absent, with his window open, he had received a verbal beating from her and then a physical beating from his father because he was upset that because of Trunks' irresponsible behavior he would have to deal with an angry Bulma. His body held proof to that painful memory in the form of several scars left as a 'reminder' by his father.
Not to mention the fact that he had stacks of papers to go through. With a groan, Trunks slid forward in his seat and picked up a random paper off his desk. Budget this, calculate that, sales, blah, blah, blah. In all honesty, Trunks could care less. There was nothing more he wanted in this world than to be free from this corporate hell. Especially when it was towards the end of their fiscal year, that meant long work days and no escaping through the window.
An exasperated sigh left his lips, as his hand sought out the pen he had previously tossed aside. Placing his glasses back on, Trunks began his tedious tasks at hand, all the while wishing for the days when he was free to spend the day as he desired.
~~~~~
The young girl smiled mischievously as she snuck by the ever unobservant security guard. This is way too easy, they should have better security. Any random person off the street could sneak in here and steal whatever or whomever they want. Shaking her head, the girl slipped silently down the hall to the elevator.
The young girl stepped onto the inviting platform, once inside pushing the button to have the electronic servant take her to the top floor. To the source of her trip.
~~~~~
Trunks rose from his hunched over position, cracking his spine as he stood. Gathering a stack of papers in his hands, he stalked over to the file cabinet to put them away, hopefully to not have to look at them again for a long, long time. Turning around, he rubbed his hands over his tired eyes. At least twenty more identical stacks of papers awaited his scrutiny. It never ends, the tired businessman thought.
He dragged his feet as he solemnly returned to his desk. He mind drifted once again to thoughts of escaping this prison, before he became too engrossed in his dreams though, he reminded himself of his mother and her angry tirade, in which she ordered him not to leave this office until all this paperwork he had been procrastinating about was completed. Dropping back into his leather chair, he thought again about how much he was not cut out to be a businessman. Not like I ever had a choice though, it seems I never do in anything.
~~~~~
On the other side of the door she could hear quiet mutterings and the sounds of someone shuffling about. Poor Trunks, she thought, stuck in his office until he finishes his work. He could use a break I'm sure, Bulma won't be too upset if I distract her son for a few minutes.
Placing her hand on the cool metal of his office's doorknob, the dark haired girl opened the door as quietly as possible. Peeking in through the slit, she could see Trunks bent over a stack of papers while sitting at his desk, completely unaware of her, obviously too wrapped up in his work. She smiled sympathetically, he looked like her when Grandma would make her study for hours on end.
She opened the door the rest of the way, causing it to squeak on its hinges. Thus causing Trunks to look up startled. She smiled and waved her fingers at him in a silent hello.
~~~~~
He could not believe his eyes. What was she doing here? Her impish smile causing him to believe her intentions mischievous. He raised an eyebrow at her, inviting her, in his own way, to come in.
"Hardly working?" she spoke, inviting him into a verbal spar.
"Hmm, working hard, something you would know nothing about, ehh, Panny?"
She smirked, feeling generous so as to let him off for his little comment. Her eyes fell upon the glasses, resting precariously on Trunks' nose. With a snort, she walked over to his desk and plucked the glasses off his face.
"Why do you wear these ridiculous things? Your vision is fine, as is mine and all saiyans." she twirled the glasses on her fingers, watching the light reflect off the lens.
"What are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere else to be? Studying perhaps? Shopping with Bra? Or has my mother sent you to make sure I'm still here and working? Well you can report back to her, that to her infinite joy, I am still here and working extraordinarily hard!" Trunks spat at Pan, obviously bitter that he was being forced to remain at work.
"You are so melodramatic, Trunks. I actually did hear about your mother's little 'request' that you have your work done before you leave and I thought I might stop by and see if you wanted me to bring you anything to eat. Knowing your saiyan appetite, you're probably starving already."
Trunks' expression softened, "Ohh, sorry for jumping to conclusions, Pan. Forgive me, I'm a bit stressed."
"It's understandable. How much work do you have left anyway?"
He snorted, "Enough to keep me here all night! So your offer of dinner sounds really appealing. If, of course, its still available." He smiled at her retreating back as she began walking towards the door.
"The usual?" she called over her shoulder.
"You know me too well, Panny."
"You can say that again," she muttered as she walked through the doorway, smiling the entire time.
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Comments are always welcome! Part 2 will be out soon, I promise!
