Bonded
Chapter 2
By: Kawaii Panchan
AN: I'm sorry I didn't get this out by Saturday like I promised!! This chapter is longer than the others I think, there's actually a bit of T/P in this chapter…. heray! Anyways pllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez review, it means a lot to me when people actually do, and those of you that have……. well do it again!!!
Pan attempted to brush the knots out of her long black hair while sitting on a stool in her room. This was the first time she was ever really self-conscious about her looks. Tonight Vegeta was going to present her to the martial arts council as a woman, as all fathers do their 18 year old daughters. And being presented meant that men could start courting her. This was something Pan wasn't looking forward to in the least. She got along with men just fine, but she only really felt truly comfortable when she was with Trunks, with him she always felt safe.
Trunks too was nervous, his father was handing him an enormous responsibility with the dojo, he didn't feel like he was settled down enough to do it well. He was also worried about Pan, he didn't want her to be available to anyone else but him. "Tonight." he decided, "Tonight I'm going to tell her how I feel about her." It was getting too hard to hide his feelings for Pan anymore. Ever since he was old enough to know what love, and marriage, and sex was, he knew we wanted to share it all with Pan. He wanted to grow old with her.
Trunks' nerves were only heightened when he saw Pan exit her room. She was wearing a very formal kimono that was such a dark blue, it almost looked black, the exact color of her eyes. Her hair was done up in a bun on top, but the rest cascaded down her back beautifully.
"Hi Trunks" Pan said giving him a hug and thus knocking out of his stupor. "You ready?"
"Are you?"
"Not really."
"Same here… hey Panchan…?"
"Yes?" she answered while trying to rearrange her kimono; it seemed too tight and was driving her crazy.
" Can I talk to you after the ceremony?"
" Of course."
"Great…" Trunks said, a relieved look on his face.
" Well I'll see you later." Pan said heading for the kitchen in hope that Bulma or Bra could help her fix her kimono. Trunks stared after her when he heard a soft chuckling behind him.
"I take it you are going to reserve all courting privileges for Panchan aren't you?" Vegeta said with his classic smirk on his face.
"I plan to."
" You had better hope that you get to her first. You mother told me that all she heard in the marketplace were other boasting mothers who's sons plan on making offers to me for Pan's hand as early as tomorrow." Trunks paled. "So I would suggest you don't plan on waiting to make your claim." Trunks just laughed.
" A bit biased aren't we father? Why do you want me to marry Pan so much? What if I don't want to?" Vegeta just laughed, something that he seldom did.
" Do you think I'm stupid boy? You have been bonded with that girl since we found her." Trunks just shook his head.
" That's true, but I admit my feelings for Pan on my own free will, not yours."
"Fair enough boy, but I have a feeling that you're not going to have much time.
(The ceremony)
"Trunks Briefs Vegeta, you've proven yourself worthy to be a sensei in battle, but are you confident that you can take on students of your own?" Krillen asked the lavender haired young man, he was the chairperson of the martial arts council and it was his duty.
" Yessir I am."
" Have you chosen who is to be your first pupil?"
" Yes I have."
"May I inquire whom?"
" I have chosen Pan as my first pupil." Krillen looked at the reaction of the rest of the council, Yamcha, Tien, Piccolo, and Ubuu looked shocked.
"Are you sure that is wise? I think she has been trained sufficiently by your father." Krillen said nervously. Vegeta just scoffed, how dare this week human determine whether or not his son was prepared. Pan was shocked also; she almost poured her tea all over her dress when Trunks announced he was taking her on as a student.
" I realize that she has been trained well." Trunks began, " my father is the greatest teacher in the land, but if he has taught me anything, its that there is no such thing as too much training."
" Fair enough, if you're positive." Krillen said, " Pan dear, can you get us some more tea?"
"Yes sir." Pan said, it was customary for the "new woman" to serve all the men in attendance. The men began talking more freely, the formalities of the meeting being over with.
" I hear that the rebels have pushed the imperial forces almost as far back as here." Yamcha said, sipping at his tea.
" I hope not." Piccolo added, " We don't need our young men to be drafted, there has been too much blood shed already."
" I heard a rumor that they're coming for our men soon." Tien responded. "It's only a matter of time."
" What are these rebels after?" Ubuu asked, his village was in the middle of the forest, they didn't hear news very often.
" Anarchy, they want to overthrow the emperor and promote total anarchy." Vegeta said sullenly. He knew that if they were to fight, he would have to send Trunks, he was not in any condition to fight. And with Trunks gone that left the family vulnerable. They were physically safe, Pan was nearly as strong as Trunks was, but he was afraid that with Trunks' absence suitors would come for Pan, and he didn't want his family torn apart.
"Father!" Bra yelled rushing into the dojo, not forgetting to bow to all the masters in the room before entering.
" What is it Bra that makes you interrupt out meeting?" Vegeta asked with feigned annoyance, he could never really get mad at Bra.
" I'm sorry father, but there's an Imperial messenger here and he says he needs to see you urgently."
" Well let him in."
" Yes father." Bra said as she walked out the door, not before flashing Ubuu a seductive smile, causing the young sensei to flush furiously. Bra showed the messenger in, who bowed low to all the masters in the room.
" I hate to interrupt your meeting gentlemen, but I come with orders from the emperor." The messenger said sheepishly.
" Well go ahead and tell us." Trunks said rather frustrated, he had an idea what the man was going to say, and really didn't want to hear it.
" I hate to inform you but his Imperial Emperor decrees that one man from each family is to report for training to fight the rebels. A hush fell over the room as everyone contemplated what that would mean for their own families.
" Thank you sir." Vegeta said as he dismissed the messenger.
" No thank you master, your women are most hospitable, I haven't had a meal like that for weeks." The messenger said with a smile as he exited the dojo. Vegeta turned his head to try and spot Trunks' reaction. The boy had paled quite a bit but it was the only facial expression he wore. Vegeta then turned his attention to Pan who had a look of horror on her face.
" Vegeta, will I be of anymore use?" Pan asked, obviously trying (and failing) to fight off her tears.
" You are dismissed." Vegeta said, noting how upset she was. Pan bowed low one last time to the other masters in the room and ran out of the dojo. There she cried. She never let Vegeta or even Trunks see her cry. She didn't want Vegeta to know she was weaker than Trunks. She made her way to her favorite tree behind the dojo. It was a cherry tree that, during the spring, produced the most beautiful flowers. In the dead of winter however, as it was now, it was bare and melancholy. Exactly how Pan felt at that moment.
She hugged her legs as she leaned against her tree and thought about Trunks. This tree always reminded her of Trunks, because udder this tree she had received her first and only kiss.
~*~ Fuzzy flashback scene ~*~ ( oooooooo check out the special effects!!!)
Pan was lying on her back staring up at the falling cherry blossoms. Trunks was beside her, doing the same thing, as they were both physically exhausted from their spar with Vegeta.
" Hey Trunks"
" hmmmmmmmmm?"
" How come Bulma is always talking about cherry blossom time around us?"
" What do you mean?"
" Well she and Bra are always joking about cherry blossom time around us."
" I guess because cherry blossom time is when everybody gets their first kiss and falls in love."
" Sounds dumb to me, I don't see the big deal about kissing, and I'm never gonna fall in love. Plus I'm sure kissing isn't healthy, I mean think of all the diseases you could catch from that." Trunks just laughed, Pan was 14 but was still in her boys are icky stage.
" Well that's just because you've never been kissed you little tomboy." Trunks said ruffling Pan's long black hair.
" I am not a tomboy! Bulma says I'm a lady because I don't go chasing boys like Bra does." Pan said sticking her tongue out at Trunks. Trunks just gave Pan his best Vegeta smirk and said,
" You don't look much like a lady to me." Trunks said referring to Pan's torn clothes, scraped knees, mussed hair and flat chest.
" Like you would know what a lady looked like?" Pan said tackling Trunks as the two wrestled on the cherry blossom covered ground. After a few minutes Trunks had Pan pinned underneath him, laughing uncontrollably.
" Trunks?"
" Yeah?"
" Are you going to kiss me?" Pan asked, noting how uncomfortably close their faces were.
" No, why would I kiss a tomboy?"
" The same reason I would kiss an egotistical pretty boy." Pan said blushing. Trunks looked at her with a smile on his face and kissed her lightly (and quickly) on the lips.
" That's the big deal about cherry blossom time." Trunks said flustered, as he got up off of Pan to go train.
~*~ end of fuzzy flashback sequence~*~
Pan let her tears flow as she cried herself to sleep. That day she had realized her real feeling for Trunks, but she knew that to him she'd always just be his second little sister.
Trunks made his way from the dojo; he needed fresh air and time to think. He had to fight, he knew his father was in no shape to do so, but he didn't want to leave Pan. He walked to his favorite tree behind the dojo. It was a cherry tree that, during the spring, produced the most beautiful flowers. In the dead of winter however, as it was now, it was bare and melancholy. Exactly how Trunks felt at that moment. As he neared the tree he noticed a small shape at the base of the trunk.
" Kami, PAN!" Trunks yelled as he saw her curled up in the snow. He knelt beside her and cradled her small cold body up against his chest as he made his way to the house. He looked down at the little angel he found in the snow and held her close, just as he had 18 years ago when his father had found her in the dojo.
" Cherry blossom time will come once again my dear," he whispered into her ear as he ran into the house. " I promise."
Chapter 2
By: Kawaii Panchan
AN: I'm sorry I didn't get this out by Saturday like I promised!! This chapter is longer than the others I think, there's actually a bit of T/P in this chapter…. heray! Anyways pllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez review, it means a lot to me when people actually do, and those of you that have……. well do it again!!!
Pan attempted to brush the knots out of her long black hair while sitting on a stool in her room. This was the first time she was ever really self-conscious about her looks. Tonight Vegeta was going to present her to the martial arts council as a woman, as all fathers do their 18 year old daughters. And being presented meant that men could start courting her. This was something Pan wasn't looking forward to in the least. She got along with men just fine, but she only really felt truly comfortable when she was with Trunks, with him she always felt safe.
Trunks too was nervous, his father was handing him an enormous responsibility with the dojo, he didn't feel like he was settled down enough to do it well. He was also worried about Pan, he didn't want her to be available to anyone else but him. "Tonight." he decided, "Tonight I'm going to tell her how I feel about her." It was getting too hard to hide his feelings for Pan anymore. Ever since he was old enough to know what love, and marriage, and sex was, he knew we wanted to share it all with Pan. He wanted to grow old with her.
Trunks' nerves were only heightened when he saw Pan exit her room. She was wearing a very formal kimono that was such a dark blue, it almost looked black, the exact color of her eyes. Her hair was done up in a bun on top, but the rest cascaded down her back beautifully.
"Hi Trunks" Pan said giving him a hug and thus knocking out of his stupor. "You ready?"
"Are you?"
"Not really."
"Same here… hey Panchan…?"
"Yes?" she answered while trying to rearrange her kimono; it seemed too tight and was driving her crazy.
" Can I talk to you after the ceremony?"
" Of course."
"Great…" Trunks said, a relieved look on his face.
" Well I'll see you later." Pan said heading for the kitchen in hope that Bulma or Bra could help her fix her kimono. Trunks stared after her when he heard a soft chuckling behind him.
"I take it you are going to reserve all courting privileges for Panchan aren't you?" Vegeta said with his classic smirk on his face.
"I plan to."
" You had better hope that you get to her first. You mother told me that all she heard in the marketplace were other boasting mothers who's sons plan on making offers to me for Pan's hand as early as tomorrow." Trunks paled. "So I would suggest you don't plan on waiting to make your claim." Trunks just laughed.
" A bit biased aren't we father? Why do you want me to marry Pan so much? What if I don't want to?" Vegeta just laughed, something that he seldom did.
" Do you think I'm stupid boy? You have been bonded with that girl since we found her." Trunks just shook his head.
" That's true, but I admit my feelings for Pan on my own free will, not yours."
"Fair enough boy, but I have a feeling that you're not going to have much time.
(The ceremony)
"Trunks Briefs Vegeta, you've proven yourself worthy to be a sensei in battle, but are you confident that you can take on students of your own?" Krillen asked the lavender haired young man, he was the chairperson of the martial arts council and it was his duty.
" Yessir I am."
" Have you chosen who is to be your first pupil?"
" Yes I have."
"May I inquire whom?"
" I have chosen Pan as my first pupil." Krillen looked at the reaction of the rest of the council, Yamcha, Tien, Piccolo, and Ubuu looked shocked.
"Are you sure that is wise? I think she has been trained sufficiently by your father." Krillen said nervously. Vegeta just scoffed, how dare this week human determine whether or not his son was prepared. Pan was shocked also; she almost poured her tea all over her dress when Trunks announced he was taking her on as a student.
" I realize that she has been trained well." Trunks began, " my father is the greatest teacher in the land, but if he has taught me anything, its that there is no such thing as too much training."
" Fair enough, if you're positive." Krillen said, " Pan dear, can you get us some more tea?"
"Yes sir." Pan said, it was customary for the "new woman" to serve all the men in attendance. The men began talking more freely, the formalities of the meeting being over with.
" I hear that the rebels have pushed the imperial forces almost as far back as here." Yamcha said, sipping at his tea.
" I hope not." Piccolo added, " We don't need our young men to be drafted, there has been too much blood shed already."
" I heard a rumor that they're coming for our men soon." Tien responded. "It's only a matter of time."
" What are these rebels after?" Ubuu asked, his village was in the middle of the forest, they didn't hear news very often.
" Anarchy, they want to overthrow the emperor and promote total anarchy." Vegeta said sullenly. He knew that if they were to fight, he would have to send Trunks, he was not in any condition to fight. And with Trunks gone that left the family vulnerable. They were physically safe, Pan was nearly as strong as Trunks was, but he was afraid that with Trunks' absence suitors would come for Pan, and he didn't want his family torn apart.
"Father!" Bra yelled rushing into the dojo, not forgetting to bow to all the masters in the room before entering.
" What is it Bra that makes you interrupt out meeting?" Vegeta asked with feigned annoyance, he could never really get mad at Bra.
" I'm sorry father, but there's an Imperial messenger here and he says he needs to see you urgently."
" Well let him in."
" Yes father." Bra said as she walked out the door, not before flashing Ubuu a seductive smile, causing the young sensei to flush furiously. Bra showed the messenger in, who bowed low to all the masters in the room.
" I hate to interrupt your meeting gentlemen, but I come with orders from the emperor." The messenger said sheepishly.
" Well go ahead and tell us." Trunks said rather frustrated, he had an idea what the man was going to say, and really didn't want to hear it.
" I hate to inform you but his Imperial Emperor decrees that one man from each family is to report for training to fight the rebels. A hush fell over the room as everyone contemplated what that would mean for their own families.
" Thank you sir." Vegeta said as he dismissed the messenger.
" No thank you master, your women are most hospitable, I haven't had a meal like that for weeks." The messenger said with a smile as he exited the dojo. Vegeta turned his head to try and spot Trunks' reaction. The boy had paled quite a bit but it was the only facial expression he wore. Vegeta then turned his attention to Pan who had a look of horror on her face.
" Vegeta, will I be of anymore use?" Pan asked, obviously trying (and failing) to fight off her tears.
" You are dismissed." Vegeta said, noting how upset she was. Pan bowed low one last time to the other masters in the room and ran out of the dojo. There she cried. She never let Vegeta or even Trunks see her cry. She didn't want Vegeta to know she was weaker than Trunks. She made her way to her favorite tree behind the dojo. It was a cherry tree that, during the spring, produced the most beautiful flowers. In the dead of winter however, as it was now, it was bare and melancholy. Exactly how Pan felt at that moment.
She hugged her legs as she leaned against her tree and thought about Trunks. This tree always reminded her of Trunks, because udder this tree she had received her first and only kiss.
~*~ Fuzzy flashback scene ~*~ ( oooooooo check out the special effects!!!)
Pan was lying on her back staring up at the falling cherry blossoms. Trunks was beside her, doing the same thing, as they were both physically exhausted from their spar with Vegeta.
" Hey Trunks"
" hmmmmmmmmm?"
" How come Bulma is always talking about cherry blossom time around us?"
" What do you mean?"
" Well she and Bra are always joking about cherry blossom time around us."
" I guess because cherry blossom time is when everybody gets their first kiss and falls in love."
" Sounds dumb to me, I don't see the big deal about kissing, and I'm never gonna fall in love. Plus I'm sure kissing isn't healthy, I mean think of all the diseases you could catch from that." Trunks just laughed, Pan was 14 but was still in her boys are icky stage.
" Well that's just because you've never been kissed you little tomboy." Trunks said ruffling Pan's long black hair.
" I am not a tomboy! Bulma says I'm a lady because I don't go chasing boys like Bra does." Pan said sticking her tongue out at Trunks. Trunks just gave Pan his best Vegeta smirk and said,
" You don't look much like a lady to me." Trunks said referring to Pan's torn clothes, scraped knees, mussed hair and flat chest.
" Like you would know what a lady looked like?" Pan said tackling Trunks as the two wrestled on the cherry blossom covered ground. After a few minutes Trunks had Pan pinned underneath him, laughing uncontrollably.
" Trunks?"
" Yeah?"
" Are you going to kiss me?" Pan asked, noting how uncomfortably close their faces were.
" No, why would I kiss a tomboy?"
" The same reason I would kiss an egotistical pretty boy." Pan said blushing. Trunks looked at her with a smile on his face and kissed her lightly (and quickly) on the lips.
" That's the big deal about cherry blossom time." Trunks said flustered, as he got up off of Pan to go train.
~*~ end of fuzzy flashback sequence~*~
Pan let her tears flow as she cried herself to sleep. That day she had realized her real feeling for Trunks, but she knew that to him she'd always just be his second little sister.
Trunks made his way from the dojo; he needed fresh air and time to think. He had to fight, he knew his father was in no shape to do so, but he didn't want to leave Pan. He walked to his favorite tree behind the dojo. It was a cherry tree that, during the spring, produced the most beautiful flowers. In the dead of winter however, as it was now, it was bare and melancholy. Exactly how Trunks felt at that moment. As he neared the tree he noticed a small shape at the base of the trunk.
" Kami, PAN!" Trunks yelled as he saw her curled up in the snow. He knelt beside her and cradled her small cold body up against his chest as he made his way to the house. He looked down at the little angel he found in the snow and held her close, just as he had 18 years ago when his father had found her in the dojo.
" Cherry blossom time will come once again my dear," he whispered into her ear as he ran into the house. " I promise."