Alrighty. Here it is. My own rendition of Trunks and Pan. Of course. How could anyone who
writes romances resist such temptation. Well, hope you like it. (Remember, this is just the
establishing chapter.)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A Normal Life
"God-damned, punk ass, freak of nature loser!" Gohan's sensitive ears could pick up his
daughter's cursing as soon as the front door opened. He knew that she was saying it under her
breath, but even though he was in the living room, his sensitive ears easily picked up her voice.
After hearing several explicit and creative new curses, he frowned. Enough was enough.
"Pan! Language!" He shouted out to her. The stream of colorful dialect quickly ended,
and he heard her mumble a small, 'sorry dad.' as the refrigerator door open. Sighing, Gohan
folded the paper that he was reading and stood up. Something was troubling his Panny.
"Pan?" He said as he walked into the kitchen. As soon as he saw his daughter, he smiled
slightly. "Panny? What's wrong?" Pan's back was still to him. She wouldn't even look him in
the eye.
"Nothing, dad. Nothing at all."
"For some reason, Pan, I don't believe you." Gohan said as he crossed his arms over his
chest. His daughter spun around to face him, her hair whipping across her beautiful porcelain
face. Her eyes, her mother's eyes, flashed with anger, but the tears streaming down her face
betrayed the tough girl routine that she usually was able to pull off.
"Why should I care that you don't believe me? Huh? I'm fine! Just like I always was,
and always will be!" Pan screamed at her bewildered father. Gohan took a step back. He really
didn't understand what his daughter was saying, but he knew that she was hurting. She was
hurting, and it was his duty as a father to stop the pain and protect her from it. He stepped
forward, wrapping his arms around his daughter. Falling against his chest, she allowed her father
to sooth her. Shaking, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. Sniffing, she
forced herself to stop blubbering. Crying showed weakness, and weak was one thing that Pan had
promised herself that she never would be. As her tears slowed, Gohan pushed Pan back to arms
length, forcing her to look at him.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to force it out of
you?" Gohan lightly teased his daughter. His heart lifted as her mouth curved into a slight smile.
Pan pulled away from him and sat down at the kitchen table. Gohan frowned again as he noticed
that Pan sat with slumped shoulders, her head hanging.low. This was not normal for his proud
daughter, although she never sat with good posture, her head was always held high, her pride
would have it no other way.
"Y'know, dad? I really don't feel comfortable talking to you about this." Pan sighed.
Gohan tensed. There was only one thing that Pan would never talk to him about. Pan looked up
at him and smiled sadly. "Don't worry, dad. It's really not that bad." Pan could obviously tell
what he was thinking. Gohan couldn't suppress his sigh of relief.
"Well then, what is it honey?" Gohan persisted. He was determined to find out what was
bothering his one and only daughter.
"Find dad, you asked for it. Here goes..." Pan took a deep breath. Not knowing where
to begin. Finally, she found her place. "Okay. You remember Dion?" Pan paused as she sensed
her father's ki flare. "Don't worry dad. He really didn't do anything." As her father relaxed, Pan
began her story.
"Anyhow, Dion and I have been dating for the last couple months, right? Everything was
going great, y'know, everything was normal for a while." As Pan stressed the word 'normal',
Gohan began to think that he understood.
"Anyhow... after a while, Dion began to notice things. Y'know, like how easy it was for
me to 'keep up with the boys' in sports, or, and I quote that little dork, "girls are way to weak to
ever pick a desk up with one hand." What is that dad? A desk? A DESK? Who the hell can't
pick up a desk?" Pan paused as her father scowled at her. She smiled an apology for the
swearing and kept right on going.
"So, to make a long story short, he broke up with me. But first, he thought that it would
be a brilliant idea to spread it around school that I was on steroids and was a total butch! A
butch? Just 'cause I could whup his sorry little butt up and down his precious soccer field! Now,
everyone at school looks at me like I'm some freak of nature alien! Oh, and the clincher is, I AM!
I am so sick of dating these stupid boys that think that I should fit into some plastic fantastic little
mold like every other single damned girl on this planet! I am so sick of not being able to date a
boy and having to worry about hiding my strength, my own damned identity! Just so I don't scare
the little losers off!?! No guy wants a girl that can take care of herself. Every single guy I know
has to have a wife that he can protect, that he can coddle. But, ya know what? That is not going
to happen to me! I don't care if I have to become a cat lady and live in a stinky house for the rest
of my life with my hundreds upon hundreds of cats. I while NOT be coddled! I don't need any
stupid man to protect me!" Pan's voice grew louder as her conviction grew with it. Gohan
allowed his daughter to vent. He knew how rough it was for her when it came to dating. She
was only 18, in her graduating year of high school, but she had her heart broken too many times.
"Sweetheart, I'm sure that there is a guy out there for you. And if you stop looking now,
you're never going to find him." Gohan tried to console his daughter as much as he could.
"Yeah, well..." Pan just smiled at him as she stood up. She gave her father a quick hug
and ran up the stairs to her room. Minutes later she came bounding down the stairs, dressed in
sweats with her long black hair pulled back.
"Where do you think you are going now?" Gohan asked, although he knew perfectly well
where his daughter was heading.
'I'm late for my spar with Trunks." Pan grinned at her father, the upcoming match put the
sparkle back in her eye. "Someone has to bring the president off of his high horse at the end of
the day."
Okay, like it or hate it, please review. I love reading Pan and Trunks fanfics so much that I
thought I may as well add my own creation to the stockpile. Please review and tell me if it is even
worth my while to continue.
writes romances resist such temptation. Well, hope you like it. (Remember, this is just the
establishing chapter.)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A Normal Life
"God-damned, punk ass, freak of nature loser!" Gohan's sensitive ears could pick up his
daughter's cursing as soon as the front door opened. He knew that she was saying it under her
breath, but even though he was in the living room, his sensitive ears easily picked up her voice.
After hearing several explicit and creative new curses, he frowned. Enough was enough.
"Pan! Language!" He shouted out to her. The stream of colorful dialect quickly ended,
and he heard her mumble a small, 'sorry dad.' as the refrigerator door open. Sighing, Gohan
folded the paper that he was reading and stood up. Something was troubling his Panny.
"Pan?" He said as he walked into the kitchen. As soon as he saw his daughter, he smiled
slightly. "Panny? What's wrong?" Pan's back was still to him. She wouldn't even look him in
the eye.
"Nothing, dad. Nothing at all."
"For some reason, Pan, I don't believe you." Gohan said as he crossed his arms over his
chest. His daughter spun around to face him, her hair whipping across her beautiful porcelain
face. Her eyes, her mother's eyes, flashed with anger, but the tears streaming down her face
betrayed the tough girl routine that she usually was able to pull off.
"Why should I care that you don't believe me? Huh? I'm fine! Just like I always was,
and always will be!" Pan screamed at her bewildered father. Gohan took a step back. He really
didn't understand what his daughter was saying, but he knew that she was hurting. She was
hurting, and it was his duty as a father to stop the pain and protect her from it. He stepped
forward, wrapping his arms around his daughter. Falling against his chest, she allowed her father
to sooth her. Shaking, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. Sniffing, she
forced herself to stop blubbering. Crying showed weakness, and weak was one thing that Pan had
promised herself that she never would be. As her tears slowed, Gohan pushed Pan back to arms
length, forcing her to look at him.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to force it out of
you?" Gohan lightly teased his daughter. His heart lifted as her mouth curved into a slight smile.
Pan pulled away from him and sat down at the kitchen table. Gohan frowned again as he noticed
that Pan sat with slumped shoulders, her head hanging.low. This was not normal for his proud
daughter, although she never sat with good posture, her head was always held high, her pride
would have it no other way.
"Y'know, dad? I really don't feel comfortable talking to you about this." Pan sighed.
Gohan tensed. There was only one thing that Pan would never talk to him about. Pan looked up
at him and smiled sadly. "Don't worry, dad. It's really not that bad." Pan could obviously tell
what he was thinking. Gohan couldn't suppress his sigh of relief.
"Well then, what is it honey?" Gohan persisted. He was determined to find out what was
bothering his one and only daughter.
"Find dad, you asked for it. Here goes..." Pan took a deep breath. Not knowing where
to begin. Finally, she found her place. "Okay. You remember Dion?" Pan paused as she sensed
her father's ki flare. "Don't worry dad. He really didn't do anything." As her father relaxed, Pan
began her story.
"Anyhow, Dion and I have been dating for the last couple months, right? Everything was
going great, y'know, everything was normal for a while." As Pan stressed the word 'normal',
Gohan began to think that he understood.
"Anyhow... after a while, Dion began to notice things. Y'know, like how easy it was for
me to 'keep up with the boys' in sports, or, and I quote that little dork, "girls are way to weak to
ever pick a desk up with one hand." What is that dad? A desk? A DESK? Who the hell can't
pick up a desk?" Pan paused as her father scowled at her. She smiled an apology for the
swearing and kept right on going.
"So, to make a long story short, he broke up with me. But first, he thought that it would
be a brilliant idea to spread it around school that I was on steroids and was a total butch! A
butch? Just 'cause I could whup his sorry little butt up and down his precious soccer field! Now,
everyone at school looks at me like I'm some freak of nature alien! Oh, and the clincher is, I AM!
I am so sick of dating these stupid boys that think that I should fit into some plastic fantastic little
mold like every other single damned girl on this planet! I am so sick of not being able to date a
boy and having to worry about hiding my strength, my own damned identity! Just so I don't scare
the little losers off!?! No guy wants a girl that can take care of herself. Every single guy I know
has to have a wife that he can protect, that he can coddle. But, ya know what? That is not going
to happen to me! I don't care if I have to become a cat lady and live in a stinky house for the rest
of my life with my hundreds upon hundreds of cats. I while NOT be coddled! I don't need any
stupid man to protect me!" Pan's voice grew louder as her conviction grew with it. Gohan
allowed his daughter to vent. He knew how rough it was for her when it came to dating. She
was only 18, in her graduating year of high school, but she had her heart broken too many times.
"Sweetheart, I'm sure that there is a guy out there for you. And if you stop looking now,
you're never going to find him." Gohan tried to console his daughter as much as he could.
"Yeah, well..." Pan just smiled at him as she stood up. She gave her father a quick hug
and ran up the stairs to her room. Minutes later she came bounding down the stairs, dressed in
sweats with her long black hair pulled back.
"Where do you think you are going now?" Gohan asked, although he knew perfectly well
where his daughter was heading.
'I'm late for my spar with Trunks." Pan grinned at her father, the upcoming match put the
sparkle back in her eye. "Someone has to bring the president off of his high horse at the end of
the day."
Okay, like it or hate it, please review. I love reading Pan and Trunks fanfics so much that I
thought I may as well add my own creation to the stockpile. Please review and tell me if it is even
worth my while to continue.