Author's Note: OK. This is just a short fic I thought I'd give a go.
This is going to be another T/P FIC. So for anyone who does not like T/P ( I will never understand why) Stop reading NOW!
This story also has a theme of SUICIDE in it, so if you don't like that either GO AWAY!!!
This is an A/U (Alternate Universe) fic so the ages are
Trunks: 25
Pan: 23
Bra: 23
Goten: 26
Georgie: 24
Everyone else, just guess their ages, I don't really need to put them all in.
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT or any of the characters from any of the animes. I only own one character here and that is Georgie. OK. I'll shut up now and let all you people who are still here read my fic. I will try and get part two out as quick as possible.
ps. This whole chapter is from Pan's POV (POV: Point Of View (just incase anyone does not already know that))
I'd Die For You
(Don't You Know That?)
I blink once, twice. 'Did I just hear that correctly?' I ask myself. I look around; tears begin to form in my eyes. The people I had grew up with all sit around me in the Briefs family living room. I count them, Vegeta and Bulma, my mother, father and uncle - that's five - I mentally added up the rest of the group; seventeen, seventeen people, all in the one room. All listening to the same conversation. Did they all hear that?
"Pan, honey, are you all right?" I look around; trying to focus on whose voice is talking to me. 'Who is that?' I rake my mind trying to figure out who is talking to me. "Pan," the voice called again. Everyone suddenly went quiet and I could feel them all staring at me.
Bra and Bulma rush over as my breathing starts to quicken. I lift my arm to shoo them away, but it is so painful. I grasp my chest where my heart is situated and look at the ground. 'Why is this so painful?' I ask. Then I see him. His lavender hair and perfect form come into view, and suddenly that's all I can see.
Then she walks over to him. Who is she again? I look at the floor and the dizzy feeling and nausea disappears. I wave my hand at all the people who had gathered round me. I try to talk but find I can't, I swallow and look up at them all.
"I…I'm fine," I force the words out. "I…I guess I j…just overdid it in t…training ear…earlier…" I finally finish my sentence and feel someone lifting me up. I look at the form over my shoulder and see my uncle. "Goten?" I ask. He leans down and looks me in the eyes.
"Will I take you to one of the spare rooms?" I nod and he turns to Bulma. "Hey Bulma, can I have a key to one of the guest rooms? Pan needs to lie down for a while," Bulma rushes over with a key.
"Here you go," she hands the key to Goten and looks at me. "You get a good rest and don't dare come down until you feel better," she pretended to be mad, but I knew Bulma too well, showing that she was mad is just one of the many signs that she was worried. I nod an agreement and Goten carries me up the stairs.
I kind of black out for a few minutes and wake to see Goten leaving the room. I raise my voice and speak out.
"Goten," he turns.
"Yes Pan?"
"What did Trunks say?" Goten's face suddenly looked a bit unhappy but a bit confused at the same time.
"He said he was marrying Georgie in the summer, why?" he looked at me and I tried to think of something to say.
"I just didn't hear what was said, I started feeling a bit dizzy a few seconds before he spoke and I couldn't hear anything," he looks a bit startled at what I just said. "I'm feeling a bit better now, I'm just tired that's all." I yawn, as if trying to convince him, he swallows it up and nods.
"Sleep tight then," he says as he shuts the door quietly. The locked clicked and everything was quiet. Then the tears started. I couldn't hold them back anymore; they ran freely down my cheeks and onto the bed, the white material looking see-through already. I dashed away the tears as best I could with back of my hand, but they kept coming. I hear the front door opening and people leaving. My father talks to Bulma, asking if he should wake me. Bulma discards the idea; she says she'll return me in the morning. Then Trunks' voice, I hear it over everyone else's, saying goodbye to his fiancé, whispering I love you to her, she whispered it back. I can't stand it. The front door closed again after good-byes were issued and the Briefs family started to retire for the night.
'Damn you Trunks' I cursed in my mind. 'Damn you! How could you, how could you!?!' I fling the covers off myself and walk over to the bathroom; I open the door and turn on the light. The rays bounce of the mirror and into my eyes, blinding me for a second. I throw a small ki blast in the general direction of the mirror, it shatters and bits of the glass fall to the ground. One piece bounced slightly and landed on my foot, cutting the soft flesh. I bite my lip in pain, not wanting to let out a yelp.
'When did I take my shoes off?' I question in my mind. 'Uncle Goten must have taken them off when he put me into the bed.'
I bend down and take the small shard of glass out of my skin. Pain instantly settles in when the section is removed, but I don't feel it that much anymore. It hurt for a second and then was gone. I find myself thinking about Trunks again. His deep azure eyes staring into mine, his perfect smile, his brilliant body, the smile on his face when Georgie wound her arm around his.
I pound my fists straight down, forgetting the glass that littered the floor. The pain that should have been there was no present. I looked down at my hands, my blood trickling down my fingers and dripping onto the floor. There, I heard it, a knock on the door. I jerk my head up and looked towards the wooden object.
"Pan," his voice drifts through the night air. "Pan, are you all right?" I ignore it and suddenly, instead of my mind controlling everything I do my feelings take over, I pick up a piece of the glass from the mirror and turn it over in my hands a few times.
Another knock.
"Pan, answer me please," his pleading voice enters my mind, but it's like I don't hear him at all. My hand brings the glass down and a deep gouge is in my arm in seconds. I bite my lip again. I starts to bleed too. My arm lifts up again and swipes once more. More of my blood trickled down my arm. My blood. My very life force. Dripping ever-so-quietly onto the ground. But each drip sounded like a beating drum right next to my ear. I start to laugh. Laugh at my pain. Laugh at myself. Laugh at what I am doing to myself.
My arm comes down again clutching the deadly weapon. My skin keeps opening, and with each new cavity more blood spills out. I stop slashing one arm and look at what I have done, look at what I have created. I laugh as my vision starts to cloud over. 'No!' I scold myself mentally. 'Do not black out just yet,' the "just yet" on the end would have normally scared me, but tonight, just now, it seemed harmless.
The knocking becomes more persistent. As does his voice.
"Pan!" he almost shouts. "What's wrong? Your ki, it's…it's fading. Open the door, Pan. Let me in," he tried to push open the door. I just laugh at his attempts.
"Goten locked it," I said as loudly as I could. There was humour present in my tone, and I knew he could sense it. He started calling out for his mother. She ran to get a spare key. I heard them trying all the different keys in the door and I could feel the glass cutting at my skin as my already almost lifeless arm did it's best to cut and slice the arm that minutes before held the weapon.
Suddenly I felt too weak to keep going. The glass slipped out of my grasp and shattered as soon as it hit the ground. Tiny shards flew through the air; my blood present on most of them. I looked at my arms and suddenly realised what I had done. Tears of pain became present in my eyes, but I did not cry. I laughed at myself once more as I watched my blood seep into the bedroom carpet. 'When did I move out of the bathroom?' I searched my brain for the answer, but nothing came. I just sat there laughing half-heartedly at myself.
Finally the door opened and Bulma and Trunks stopped the minute they seen me. Bulma gasped and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. It was obvious that she was holding back a scream. She ran as quickly as she could out of the room and bounded down the stairs. Trunks ran over to me. He lifted up my head and held it close to him.
"Pan," he tried to find words, but I could see he was struggling, so I made it much easier. I opened my mouth to speak, but coughed instead. He patted my back as best as he could and I looked him in the eyes. I laughed once more and then the tears spilled out of my eyes again.
"Why did you so this to me Trunks?" I uttered before my vision completely went black. I heard him calling my name a few times and Bulma came back into the room. But soon their voices became distant, and a deafening silence was all I could hear.
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:: Looks back on what she just wrote ::
Oh my god! Did I just write that, Kami is that depressing, talk about a bad case of heartbreak!
OK. For anyone who just read all that, please do not flame me. I promise I'll try and make everything turn out all right for the DB characters. I'll post up chapter 2 as quickly as possible.
Hear from you all (hopefully) and seeya in chapter 2 of "I'd Die For You"
Pan
This is going to be another T/P FIC. So for anyone who does not like T/P ( I will never understand why) Stop reading NOW!
This story also has a theme of SUICIDE in it, so if you don't like that either GO AWAY!!!
This is an A/U (Alternate Universe) fic so the ages are
Trunks: 25
Pan: 23
Bra: 23
Goten: 26
Georgie: 24
Everyone else, just guess their ages, I don't really need to put them all in.
Disclaimers: I do not own Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT or any of the characters from any of the animes. I only own one character here and that is Georgie. OK. I'll shut up now and let all you people who are still here read my fic. I will try and get part two out as quick as possible.
ps. This whole chapter is from Pan's POV (POV: Point Of View (just incase anyone does not already know that))
I'd Die For You
(Don't You Know That?)
I blink once, twice. 'Did I just hear that correctly?' I ask myself. I look around; tears begin to form in my eyes. The people I had grew up with all sit around me in the Briefs family living room. I count them, Vegeta and Bulma, my mother, father and uncle - that's five - I mentally added up the rest of the group; seventeen, seventeen people, all in the one room. All listening to the same conversation. Did they all hear that?
"Pan, honey, are you all right?" I look around; trying to focus on whose voice is talking to me. 'Who is that?' I rake my mind trying to figure out who is talking to me. "Pan," the voice called again. Everyone suddenly went quiet and I could feel them all staring at me.
Bra and Bulma rush over as my breathing starts to quicken. I lift my arm to shoo them away, but it is so painful. I grasp my chest where my heart is situated and look at the ground. 'Why is this so painful?' I ask. Then I see him. His lavender hair and perfect form come into view, and suddenly that's all I can see.
Then she walks over to him. Who is she again? I look at the floor and the dizzy feeling and nausea disappears. I wave my hand at all the people who had gathered round me. I try to talk but find I can't, I swallow and look up at them all.
"I…I'm fine," I force the words out. "I…I guess I j…just overdid it in t…training ear…earlier…" I finally finish my sentence and feel someone lifting me up. I look at the form over my shoulder and see my uncle. "Goten?" I ask. He leans down and looks me in the eyes.
"Will I take you to one of the spare rooms?" I nod and he turns to Bulma. "Hey Bulma, can I have a key to one of the guest rooms? Pan needs to lie down for a while," Bulma rushes over with a key.
"Here you go," she hands the key to Goten and looks at me. "You get a good rest and don't dare come down until you feel better," she pretended to be mad, but I knew Bulma too well, showing that she was mad is just one of the many signs that she was worried. I nod an agreement and Goten carries me up the stairs.
I kind of black out for a few minutes and wake to see Goten leaving the room. I raise my voice and speak out.
"Goten," he turns.
"Yes Pan?"
"What did Trunks say?" Goten's face suddenly looked a bit unhappy but a bit confused at the same time.
"He said he was marrying Georgie in the summer, why?" he looked at me and I tried to think of something to say.
"I just didn't hear what was said, I started feeling a bit dizzy a few seconds before he spoke and I couldn't hear anything," he looks a bit startled at what I just said. "I'm feeling a bit better now, I'm just tired that's all." I yawn, as if trying to convince him, he swallows it up and nods.
"Sleep tight then," he says as he shuts the door quietly. The locked clicked and everything was quiet. Then the tears started. I couldn't hold them back anymore; they ran freely down my cheeks and onto the bed, the white material looking see-through already. I dashed away the tears as best I could with back of my hand, but they kept coming. I hear the front door opening and people leaving. My father talks to Bulma, asking if he should wake me. Bulma discards the idea; she says she'll return me in the morning. Then Trunks' voice, I hear it over everyone else's, saying goodbye to his fiancé, whispering I love you to her, she whispered it back. I can't stand it. The front door closed again after good-byes were issued and the Briefs family started to retire for the night.
'Damn you Trunks' I cursed in my mind. 'Damn you! How could you, how could you!?!' I fling the covers off myself and walk over to the bathroom; I open the door and turn on the light. The rays bounce of the mirror and into my eyes, blinding me for a second. I throw a small ki blast in the general direction of the mirror, it shatters and bits of the glass fall to the ground. One piece bounced slightly and landed on my foot, cutting the soft flesh. I bite my lip in pain, not wanting to let out a yelp.
'When did I take my shoes off?' I question in my mind. 'Uncle Goten must have taken them off when he put me into the bed.'
I bend down and take the small shard of glass out of my skin. Pain instantly settles in when the section is removed, but I don't feel it that much anymore. It hurt for a second and then was gone. I find myself thinking about Trunks again. His deep azure eyes staring into mine, his perfect smile, his brilliant body, the smile on his face when Georgie wound her arm around his.
I pound my fists straight down, forgetting the glass that littered the floor. The pain that should have been there was no present. I looked down at my hands, my blood trickling down my fingers and dripping onto the floor. There, I heard it, a knock on the door. I jerk my head up and looked towards the wooden object.
"Pan," his voice drifts through the night air. "Pan, are you all right?" I ignore it and suddenly, instead of my mind controlling everything I do my feelings take over, I pick up a piece of the glass from the mirror and turn it over in my hands a few times.
Another knock.
"Pan, answer me please," his pleading voice enters my mind, but it's like I don't hear him at all. My hand brings the glass down and a deep gouge is in my arm in seconds. I bite my lip again. I starts to bleed too. My arm lifts up again and swipes once more. More of my blood trickled down my arm. My blood. My very life force. Dripping ever-so-quietly onto the ground. But each drip sounded like a beating drum right next to my ear. I start to laugh. Laugh at my pain. Laugh at myself. Laugh at what I am doing to myself.
My arm comes down again clutching the deadly weapon. My skin keeps opening, and with each new cavity more blood spills out. I stop slashing one arm and look at what I have done, look at what I have created. I laugh as my vision starts to cloud over. 'No!' I scold myself mentally. 'Do not black out just yet,' the "just yet" on the end would have normally scared me, but tonight, just now, it seemed harmless.
The knocking becomes more persistent. As does his voice.
"Pan!" he almost shouts. "What's wrong? Your ki, it's…it's fading. Open the door, Pan. Let me in," he tried to push open the door. I just laugh at his attempts.
"Goten locked it," I said as loudly as I could. There was humour present in my tone, and I knew he could sense it. He started calling out for his mother. She ran to get a spare key. I heard them trying all the different keys in the door and I could feel the glass cutting at my skin as my already almost lifeless arm did it's best to cut and slice the arm that minutes before held the weapon.
Suddenly I felt too weak to keep going. The glass slipped out of my grasp and shattered as soon as it hit the ground. Tiny shards flew through the air; my blood present on most of them. I looked at my arms and suddenly realised what I had done. Tears of pain became present in my eyes, but I did not cry. I laughed at myself once more as I watched my blood seep into the bedroom carpet. 'When did I move out of the bathroom?' I searched my brain for the answer, but nothing came. I just sat there laughing half-heartedly at myself.
Finally the door opened and Bulma and Trunks stopped the minute they seen me. Bulma gasped and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. It was obvious that she was holding back a scream. She ran as quickly as she could out of the room and bounded down the stairs. Trunks ran over to me. He lifted up my head and held it close to him.
"Pan," he tried to find words, but I could see he was struggling, so I made it much easier. I opened my mouth to speak, but coughed instead. He patted my back as best as he could and I looked him in the eyes. I laughed once more and then the tears spilled out of my eyes again.
"Why did you so this to me Trunks?" I uttered before my vision completely went black. I heard him calling my name a few times and Bulma came back into the room. But soon their voices became distant, and a deafening silence was all I could hear.
***___***
:: Looks back on what she just wrote ::
Oh my god! Did I just write that, Kami is that depressing, talk about a bad case of heartbreak!
OK. For anyone who just read all that, please do not flame me. I promise I'll try and make everything turn out all right for the DB characters. I'll post up chapter 2 as quickly as possible.
Hear from you all (hopefully) and seeya in chapter 2 of "I'd Die For You"
Pan