The Tears I've Cried
Chapter 8: We'll Always be Together
A/N: This is for all the people who reviewed my story! I really appreciate all the positive feedback and I know just what kind of reward I'm going to give you all! (I have no idea if you'll enjoy this though)
How about a sequel?
After reading this, leave a review saying that you want a sequel. And if you don't, oh well, I'll write one anyway ^_^
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I love you guys! You made this story a joy to write. I'm almost sad it's over, but that's what sequels are for, right? Well, onto the story! Oh yeah, Trunks in my story isn't a womanizer.
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I watched him as he tended to all my wounds. Placing small kisses on my face every time I grimaced. He was so careful and loving. It almost makes me upset though. We've waited for quite a while. Wasted five years of precious time, just because we both didn't admit sooner. Or clarify that we weren't joking.
Trunks finished in about 30 minutes. He gently lifted me like I was a baby. He strolled downstairs and set me on the couch, got on one knee, and grabbed my hand.
"Pan-Chan, I love you, you know that, and I want to make you mine forever, Human and Saiyan style…" (^_^)
He pulled a small box out of his pocket.
"Trunks!" I gasped, "When did you buy that?"
He blushed and nervously laughed.
"A couple years ago…"
I stared at him like he was a lunatic.
"I always dreamed of marrying you Pan, and I went to the jewelry store one day to find Mom a birthday gift two years ago, and I saw the most perfect ring. I knew I had to get it, whether you married me or not."
Upon saying this, he opened the box, revealing a gold band with a triangular diamond in the middle surrounded by smaller versions of it.
"Son Pan? Will…you marry me?"
I smiled as a tear seeped out of the corner of my eye and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Hai, of course Trunks-Chan. Did you even have to ask?"
He laughed, "Oh it gets better. I'm a firm believer in tradition and I asked Gohan if I could marry you first."
My eyes went wide, "When was this?"
"Well, while I was flying you home earlier, you fell asleep. Gohan had sensed your ki flare during your little 'fight' in the woods, so he decided to check on you. We both flew back to your house and after I laid you on your bed, I explained everything, and asked him for your hand in marriage."
"All that trouble for me?" I asked.
He nodded, "There's still more though, hun."
He smiled, "Also while you were sleeping, I got one of Mom's 50 billion watt flashlights and set it on the painting you first gave me."
I smirked at him, "How did you figure out how I hid my signature?"
"You forget Pan-Chan, when I was 16 and you were 2, I was the one who taught you how to do that."
I giggled sheepishly upon being discovered.
I glanced at him and smiled.
"We'll always be together, right?" I question.
"That's what you wrote on the painting, whatever's in print doesn't lie."
"Well, you must be easily deceived if you believe everything you read."
He shrugged.
"Well?" I inquire.
He looked at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Are you gonna answer my question?"
He grinned.
"Right."
And he kissed me.
"Pan?"
"Hm?"
"I'm a firm believer in Saiyan tradition, too."
And you know what? We lived happily ever after, even though we had our share of ups and downs. But that's another story.
Owari
(The End)
A/N: well, we've reached the end of my little fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it. And don't worry! I'm working on a sequel! Among other things! Would you guys let me know what yall like more: Goten and Bra or Goten and Marron. Sorry so many questions! I like to please fans. But I won't go as far as to write T/M. Sorry, T/M fans. I just don't like that pairing. I've seen half of GT and Marron doesn't even have a MINOR role. She works in a diner for heaven's sake! And Trunks REALLY and TRULY seems to care for Pan. It's so kawaii. But anyway. It's 3:32 AM and my baby brother is watching Rock-A-Doodle behind me. ^^;; don't ask. He stays up with me every time I type a new chapter. He's three. Well, I really gotta go! But I'm not tired! I know! I'll write a story! Ja! --Lonna