The ship landed, softly and swiftly, as soon as the beeping stopped Goten and Bra were to their feet ready to go. Trunks motioned for them to go on ahead of him. He grabbed Pan's arm as she began to leave, "Pan-chan, I want to talk with you."
Pan's body froze and Trunks placed his hand on her shoulder, turning him to her, "Yes Trunks?"
Cross my heart
We say, cross my heart
I'll be
Trunks put his hands on her arms, "Listen, I'm afraid of what will happen to us," he said noting that their bond had gotten weaker, not allowing him to read her mind, "But I will never forget you Pan-chan. Ever, so help me Dende."
"I know Trunks," Pan said looking down, "But we're busy people, and we just don't have the time for each other, right?"
Trunks' eyes widened at her presumtion. Was that true? Could that be possibly why he'd never held a serious relationship like Goten had. "Maybe you're right Pan-chan, but listen, I'll get out with you as many times as I can."
"Yeah," Pan said nodding with tears in her eyes, "I'm, gonna hold you to that promise. You're gonna take me out, you hear me?"
She walked down the stairs, and greeted Bulma. She picked up her bags, and was about ready to go when...
"Pan dear!" Bulma shouted, "You need to get in a picture!"
Pan turned, put down her things, and walked over by the small crowd. Bulma insisted that it be a picture of Trunks holding Pan, and Goten holding Bra.
Pan smiled at what she figured would be her last moments with Trunks being hers. Bond or no bond. They may be bonded, and may never get married to anyone else, but then again, were they not married to their jobs? She shrugged and picked up her things, turned to her friends, "Well, I see you at the wedding, okay?"
Bra nodded, "Yeah... oh and Pan!" she shouted to the retreating figure.
"Yes?"
"Would you please be my maid of honor?" Bra asked with pleading eyes. Nothing would mean more to her if her best friend Pan would stand up in her wedding.
Pan smiled, what the hell, she figured, it's probably the closest I'll ever get, "Sure deal Bra. You call me then, okay?"
"Yeah!"
Pan walked up to Trunks, she kissed him softly on the cheek, only to be pulled into a kiss with 38 years of passion in it. She smiled dryly at her mate, "I'll see you then. Don't forget, you promised!"
Trunks nodded, and watched her go.
We got it all
And we'd be fools to let it go
Cos I need you more and more
**************************************
Pan walked into her apartment, she rubbed the kinks out of her neck, pressed the answering machine message botton, and sat down on the couch.
'Hey Panny! It's your dad, just calling to see how your trip went. Call me back when you get home.'
Pan shook her head. She skipped over the remaining business messages, if there was anything she didn't want to think of, it was work. Maybe she'd call in sick. Would they believe her? Probably not. She sat down. This gloomy apartment. What was she doing living here? She should get a house of her own. Even her parents had a house. But it would be so lonely...
You're my life, and I live
For your love that you give
And although my journey's long
I'll soon be home
She wanted to slap herself, how could she have been so mean to Trunks? For all she knew, she didn't want to get married. But she knew, as well as her uncle obviesly did, that everything would go back to how it had been. Nothing new.
And it had been so lonely.
Pan opened up the news paper, she had several things she needed to be updated on. On a more resent newspaper, she noticed on the front page, in big bold letters, the words, 'Son Industries and Capsule Corperation Finally Become Partners!'. Angrily, she stood, and marched to the kitchen mettering out a dammit on her way.
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Trunks arived home with his mother, Bra going with Goten to his house. He marched absently to his room, and sat to think. Nothing seemed fair. Work would start again tomorrow. His best friend's wedding was in a while. Trunks turned green with envy of his life-long best friend. He was a year older, yet he, the president of Capsule Corps, was still unmarried. Well, unmarried the human way. One could say he was in a suffering marriage the Saiya-jin way.
He grumbled as he got to his feet, and walked to his dresser to put away the pointless belongings of his own.
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It's gonna be so hard on my own
But I won't be alone
The alarm shook Pan from her pool of thoughts and dreams, sending her body rendering up. Her body ached with pain and memory. She didn't want to go to work. Nothing displeased her more. She wanted to stay home. She wanted that lost warm, fuzzy feeling back, she wanted...
Trunks.
Her slow motion brought her to her resent position on her feet. She crawled across her unevenlly cut carpet, to the small selfless pit of her bathroom. The grewling evil room that would bring to the world of the thinking. The world of work. The world of hell. Not something she was ready for. In all her thoughts. All her sences. None of them wanted to clear. None. She looked at her lifeless face in the mirror. Pitifil. The face of a mateless Saiya-jin. Her mind wandered back to her best friend and uncle.
Damn them.
Again she poked her face. She would look horoble today. Nothing would stop that. Her mind and body wouldn't work together, and her soul had taken a vacation...
To that bastard president of Capsule Corps.
Cross my heart and tell no lies
No one's leaving you behind
Just because we said goodbye, baby
Cross my heart I do believe
In my thoughts and in my dreams
I'll be taking you with me, baby
She stepped out of her shower. Returning to the world. She picked herself up, to put on another business suit. To return to the world. To feel the pain her life bestowed on her once again. Today was another day. It was another day in another week. It was another day in another week in another month.
It was another day in another week in another month in yet another miserable year.
After putting her stupid high heels on yet again, her day was ready to officially begin. And life, unfortunatly, would go on.
But her mind began to wander, as she drove, to the powers of a Saiya-jin bond. She'd always assumed that it would always be there. How come she could no longer hear Trunks think? How come she didn't feel his pain? Or his emotions? She wanted to. She wanted to badly. She wanted to feel Trunks Vegeta Briefs every living second of everyday. She wanted to be with him now. She wanted to be with him forever. But it wouldn't work out. They worked. They both worked... all the time in fact.
Sometimes I think
That I can feel you breathing on me
You're there so deep inside
What kind of marriage would have both sides working, and both sides never seeing the other? But then again, had she been wrong? Did Goten and Bra have to right idea? Of course. If Bra were to shop all day, and Goten were to train all day, they'd still be together in mind and spirit. They'd talk, and share things. Emotions, pains, everything. Pan smashed her head on her stearing wheel. MORON!
And I like what I feel
Though it's not always real
It helps me carry on, till I come home
How stupid could she have been? Trunks loved her. Trunks was her mate. They had a perfect thing. She just flushed it down the toilet becuase... because why? Because she was afraid. Their family and friends had never had a marriage go down the tube. Not even Vegeta and Bulma's. She was afraid of breaking the streak. She was the jinx.
It's gonna be so hard on my own
But I won't be alone
She'd be standing up in the next perfect marriage in a month or two. She wished it could be her. It would never be. Though, she admitted, it would be funny to see the look on Vegeta's face when his bloodline joined with Kakarott's twice.
Cross my heart and tell no lies
No one's leaving you behind
Just because we said goodbye, baby
Cross my heart I do believe
In my thoughts and in my dreams
I'll be taking you with me
It was a dream... maybe it would come true...
Pan's body froze and Trunks placed his hand on her shoulder, turning him to her, "Yes Trunks?"
Cross my heart
We say, cross my heart
I'll be
Trunks put his hands on her arms, "Listen, I'm afraid of what will happen to us," he said noting that their bond had gotten weaker, not allowing him to read her mind, "But I will never forget you Pan-chan. Ever, so help me Dende."
"I know Trunks," Pan said looking down, "But we're busy people, and we just don't have the time for each other, right?"
Trunks' eyes widened at her presumtion. Was that true? Could that be possibly why he'd never held a serious relationship like Goten had. "Maybe you're right Pan-chan, but listen, I'll get out with you as many times as I can."
"Yeah," Pan said nodding with tears in her eyes, "I'm, gonna hold you to that promise. You're gonna take me out, you hear me?"
She walked down the stairs, and greeted Bulma. She picked up her bags, and was about ready to go when...
"Pan dear!" Bulma shouted, "You need to get in a picture!"
Pan turned, put down her things, and walked over by the small crowd. Bulma insisted that it be a picture of Trunks holding Pan, and Goten holding Bra.
Pan smiled at what she figured would be her last moments with Trunks being hers. Bond or no bond. They may be bonded, and may never get married to anyone else, but then again, were they not married to their jobs? She shrugged and picked up her things, turned to her friends, "Well, I see you at the wedding, okay?"
Bra nodded, "Yeah... oh and Pan!" she shouted to the retreating figure.
"Yes?"
"Would you please be my maid of honor?" Bra asked with pleading eyes. Nothing would mean more to her if her best friend Pan would stand up in her wedding.
Pan smiled, what the hell, she figured, it's probably the closest I'll ever get, "Sure deal Bra. You call me then, okay?"
"Yeah!"
Pan walked up to Trunks, she kissed him softly on the cheek, only to be pulled into a kiss with 38 years of passion in it. She smiled dryly at her mate, "I'll see you then. Don't forget, you promised!"
Trunks nodded, and watched her go.
We got it all
And we'd be fools to let it go
Cos I need you more and more
**************************************
Pan walked into her apartment, she rubbed the kinks out of her neck, pressed the answering machine message botton, and sat down on the couch.
'Hey Panny! It's your dad, just calling to see how your trip went. Call me back when you get home.'
Pan shook her head. She skipped over the remaining business messages, if there was anything she didn't want to think of, it was work. Maybe she'd call in sick. Would they believe her? Probably not. She sat down. This gloomy apartment. What was she doing living here? She should get a house of her own. Even her parents had a house. But it would be so lonely...
You're my life, and I live
For your love that you give
And although my journey's long
I'll soon be home
She wanted to slap herself, how could she have been so mean to Trunks? For all she knew, she didn't want to get married. But she knew, as well as her uncle obviesly did, that everything would go back to how it had been. Nothing new.
And it had been so lonely.
Pan opened up the news paper, she had several things she needed to be updated on. On a more resent newspaper, she noticed on the front page, in big bold letters, the words, 'Son Industries and Capsule Corperation Finally Become Partners!'. Angrily, she stood, and marched to the kitchen mettering out a dammit on her way.
*****************************************
Trunks arived home with his mother, Bra going with Goten to his house. He marched absently to his room, and sat to think. Nothing seemed fair. Work would start again tomorrow. His best friend's wedding was in a while. Trunks turned green with envy of his life-long best friend. He was a year older, yet he, the president of Capsule Corps, was still unmarried. Well, unmarried the human way. One could say he was in a suffering marriage the Saiya-jin way.
He grumbled as he got to his feet, and walked to his dresser to put away the pointless belongings of his own.
*****************************************
It's gonna be so hard on my own
But I won't be alone
The alarm shook Pan from her pool of thoughts and dreams, sending her body rendering up. Her body ached with pain and memory. She didn't want to go to work. Nothing displeased her more. She wanted to stay home. She wanted that lost warm, fuzzy feeling back, she wanted...
Trunks.
Her slow motion brought her to her resent position on her feet. She crawled across her unevenlly cut carpet, to the small selfless pit of her bathroom. The grewling evil room that would bring to the world of the thinking. The world of work. The world of hell. Not something she was ready for. In all her thoughts. All her sences. None of them wanted to clear. None. She looked at her lifeless face in the mirror. Pitifil. The face of a mateless Saiya-jin. Her mind wandered back to her best friend and uncle.
Damn them.
Again she poked her face. She would look horoble today. Nothing would stop that. Her mind and body wouldn't work together, and her soul had taken a vacation...
To that bastard president of Capsule Corps.
Cross my heart and tell no lies
No one's leaving you behind
Just because we said goodbye, baby
Cross my heart I do believe
In my thoughts and in my dreams
I'll be taking you with me, baby
She stepped out of her shower. Returning to the world. She picked herself up, to put on another business suit. To return to the world. To feel the pain her life bestowed on her once again. Today was another day. It was another day in another week. It was another day in another week in another month.
It was another day in another week in another month in yet another miserable year.
After putting her stupid high heels on yet again, her day was ready to officially begin. And life, unfortunatly, would go on.
But her mind began to wander, as she drove, to the powers of a Saiya-jin bond. She'd always assumed that it would always be there. How come she could no longer hear Trunks think? How come she didn't feel his pain? Or his emotions? She wanted to. She wanted to badly. She wanted to feel Trunks Vegeta Briefs every living second of everyday. She wanted to be with him now. She wanted to be with him forever. But it wouldn't work out. They worked. They both worked... all the time in fact.
Sometimes I think
That I can feel you breathing on me
You're there so deep inside
What kind of marriage would have both sides working, and both sides never seeing the other? But then again, had she been wrong? Did Goten and Bra have to right idea? Of course. If Bra were to shop all day, and Goten were to train all day, they'd still be together in mind and spirit. They'd talk, and share things. Emotions, pains, everything. Pan smashed her head on her stearing wheel. MORON!
And I like what I feel
Though it's not always real
It helps me carry on, till I come home
How stupid could she have been? Trunks loved her. Trunks was her mate. They had a perfect thing. She just flushed it down the toilet becuase... because why? Because she was afraid. Their family and friends had never had a marriage go down the tube. Not even Vegeta and Bulma's. She was afraid of breaking the streak. She was the jinx.
It's gonna be so hard on my own
But I won't be alone
She'd be standing up in the next perfect marriage in a month or two. She wished it could be her. It would never be. Though, she admitted, it would be funny to see the look on Vegeta's face when his bloodline joined with Kakarott's twice.
Cross my heart and tell no lies
No one's leaving you behind
Just because we said goodbye, baby
Cross my heart I do believe
In my thoughts and in my dreams
I'll be taking you with me
It was a dream... maybe it would come true...