THE TRUNKS BLUES
Deep in Denialville
Tryin' a' fight the way I feel
I go jello when you smile
I start blushin' – my head rushin'
"Sigh" Pan sat on her bed, her head resting
on her hands. "How come I love Trunks? I don't get it. He's too old for me anyway,
he doesn't notice me at all and look at all the pretty girls he can have. I'm
nothing compared to them" sighed Pan putting down her self some more.
If you stand too close to me
I might melt down from the heat
If ya' look my way one more time
I'm gonna go out of my mind
Whatever you do… Don't do that to me
"Why am I torturing my self so much?!" Pan
looked up at the ceiling of her room expecting it to answer the question.
He's not worth it, I can have really cute
guys my age too" convinced Pan herself.
"But what if I CAN get him? That would be
great" said Pan dreamy to herself.
Don't even think about it!
Don't go and get me started!
Don't you dare drive me crazy!
Don't do that to me baby!
"I really should stop thinking like this"
warned Pan herself. "He doesn't love me back, if I go and tell him, he'll say
no and brake my heart" thought Pan resolute.
"He doesn't HAVE to know, does he? I can
dream about him, can't I?" Pan weighed up the pros and cons. "Well as long as
he doesn't know… I can dream about him I guess"
You make me stop in my tracks
My heart pumpin' to the max
I'm such a sucker for your eyes
They permanently paralyze
What ever you do… Don't do that to me
"Why am I kiddin' myself? I can have a cute
guy myself, it's not like I'm ugly or something… But I only want Trunks, I love
him for as long as I can remember. But why?" Pan scratched the back of her
head.
"Sure, he's cute, and rich, and nice, and
he has a great body, and he's strong, but there must be more to him then just
that… Oh yeah I forgot smart. Nope there is nothing more to him then just that"
concluded Pan. "But what more can you possibly want?? He has everything!"
You've got my heart under attack
You give me shivers down my back
D'ya have to walk the way you do?
I get weak just whatchin you
Whatever you do… Don't do that to me
"I have sooo had it with myself AND
Trunks!" Pan almost screamed. She turned up the radio.
"And now the acoustic version of That Don't
Impress Me Much by Shania Twain!"
announced the announcer *…*
"This calls for some creativity" thought
pan to herself. "I know the whole song by heart" Pan got up and stood on her
bed, the remote as if it was a microphone.
The music starts…
I've known a few guys who thought they were
pretty cute
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're hotty – you drive me up
the wall
You're a regular a 'look at me'
Oh-oo-oh you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else
Okay so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you've got the brain but have you got
the touch?
Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute
But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in
his pocket
And a comp up his sleeve – just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair
oughtta lock it
Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of
place
Oh-oo-oh you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else
Okay, so you're Trunks Briefs
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the
touch
Don't get me wrong I thing you're so cute
But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to wash
his hair
You make me wash my hands before you let me
touch
I can't believe you kiss your reflection
goodnight
C'mon baby tell me – you must be jokin'
right?
Oh-oo-oh you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a corps
That don't impress me much
So you've got the cash but have you got the
touch
Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute
But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night
That don't impress me much
You think you're hot but have you got the
touch
Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute
But that won't keep me warm on the long,
cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Okay so what do you think you're Tom Cruise
or something….
Whatever
That don't impress me much
Music fades away
Pan lowered her self on her bed sighing
deeply, "Wow that really took care of my negative energy" Pan wanted to turn
around to put the volume down a bit when she saw trunks standing in her door
opening. Pan's heart made a big jump and missed a few beats.
"Trunks…." started Pan, a big blush formed
on her face. "How long has he been there?!" many thought ran through her mind.
Author's note I: The songs used in this
'songfic' belong to Shania Twain, and to her only! Though the story I written
by me and belongs to me and to me only. So please don't take any of my used
material!
Author's note II: I left an open ending,
think of a end yourself… be creative!
How
does it end?!
"Trunks.." stuttered Pan, her face turned white
like a piece of paper. "How long have you been standing there?!" a blush crept
up her cheeks, the first white, pale skin turned into a glowing red one.
"Long enough" said Trunks cold.
Pans heart missed a beat… "He knows!" Pan
wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
Suddenly a smile came upon Trunks face, he
waved a Polaroid in front of his face. The image cleared. Pan could now see
herself in the picture, singing passionately in to her remote control.
"By the way, you sang the last couple of
lines wrong you know, It's Elvis, not Tom Cruise" he smiled.
Pan sighed deeply, "he doesn't know." All of the sudden her eyes grew large, the
Polaroid! Pan jumped of off her bed to run after Trunks, who already wisely
left of in a blur. "Get back here! Don't make me come after you!" threatened
Pan.
Some where in the house came a mocking
laughter.
"I'll get you!" screamed pan, making sure
Trunks could hear her. "I really will" but that wasn't something for him to
know, so she kept that for herself.
"Damn, where is he?!" muttered Pan to
herself, she had lost track of him, and his ki was nowhere to be sensed.
A hand was put on her shoulder, Pan
immediately reacted, she took the hand and twisted it around.
"Whatever did I do to you?" the familiar voice
said innocent.
Pan looked into the face of Gohan. "Oh hi
dad, er… sorry bout that" she said releasing his hand. "Have you by any chance
see Trunks run by?" asked Pan making it sound unimportant.
"Well as a matter of fact I did, why do you
want to know?" asked Gohan raising one eyebrow.
"He took a picture of me singing into my
remote" said Pan embarrassed lowering her head. "And I want it back, no telling
what he is going to do with that!" fire burned in her eyes.
"He begged me not to tell" said Gohan
scratching the back of her head. "But I believe you have a good reason to know"
smiled Gohan.
"He is hiding in the kitchen" Gohan pointed
towards the kitchen.
"Thank you daddy" Pan kissed her father on
the cheek.
"Hmm, he's probably waiting for me in there,
he knows dad would of told me, I'm sure" pondered Pan. "I'll sneak up from
behind" an evil smirk, comparable to Vegeta's, formed around her lips.
Pan walked out the front door, walked around
the house, and softly opened the kitchen door. "Ah there he is, just like a
sitting duck."
Trunks stood around the corner of the
fridge, his eyes totally focused on the OTHER kitchen door. Pan snuck up from
behind. "Wow, his ass looks great in those pants" Pan's heartbeat increased.
Unfortunately, on her way to Trunks,
she bumped against the table, causing some cutlery to fall to the
ground. Pan didn't wait any longer and took a large jump knocking the startled
Trunks of his feet.
"Gimme the Polaroid!" commanded Pan, who
was now sitting a very nice position
è on top of Trunks.
"What Polaroid?" said Trunks innocent,
looking at Pan with a pair of those over adorably puppy dog eyes.
Pan almost forgot about the Polaroid, she
was so lost in his big blue eyes. This gave Trunks the perfect opportunity. He
grabbed Pan, and the tables were now turned, Trunks was sitting on top of Pan
now.
"You want the Polaroid? Beg for it, and
maybe I'll give it to you" said Trunks teasingly.
"Never!" giggled Pan
"Do it!, say Trunks Briefs is the best!"
Trunks said pushing Pan a little more down.
"Trunks Briefs is the ass" said Pan
purposely wrong.
"Well then I won't give you the Polaroid"
said Trunks decisively.
"Trunks Briefs is the best! Now gimme the
Polaroid" said Pan urging.
"You didn't say it like you mean it."
"I did mean it" blabbed Pan out. "Oops…."
"I knew you did" said Trunks softly.
"You knew?! You heard the whole song? Oh
Kami, I am so embarrassed" said Pan looking away.
"Hey you don't have to" said Trunks softly
putting his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "I love you too, I
just…"
Pan interrupted him "You LOVE me?! Why? I'm
just a kid to you, just another friend. You can have tons of pretty girls!"
said Pan not really believing what she just heard.
"Pan, don't make it any harder then it
already is" begged Trunks.
Pan was totally freaked out. "I love you
but I never thought it could be, I always dreamt of this moment when you would
say.."
This time Pan was interrupted, but not by
words. Trunks softly pressed his lips against hers. Pan was startled at first,
but the feeling was too strong to interrupt. Sadly the kiss ended too soon for
her.
Trunks pulled back, he looked at her like
he had never done before. This look, it was so much more then just love, it was
so much sweeter, so much purer, no words could describe the feeling this
unleashed.
Pan knew it was real, no dream, the truth.
"I love you Pan." Trunks sat back and held Pan in his arms, close to him. Deep
down inside he knew this is what he had wanted all along. Not just another girl
but a friend to truly share everything with, friendship, happiness, pain,
sorrow and love.
The end
Authors note:
"Everybody happy now?! Except for all you
Trunks lovers out there. *sighs deeply* you wanted an ending, I gave you an
ending! So don't complain *pleeze*.
Hope you liked this little ficcie!"
