Bewildered. Yes, that described it best. The employees of Capsule Corperation were simply bewildered when they saw the appearence of their president, Mr. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, walk into work. He didn't look his usual self. Normally, he came in cursing and grumbling, but today, today he wasn't. Sweat had started to pour all over him. He'd never seemed this, scared before.
"Isn't today the meeting with the major company presidents of all the leading companies nation wide?" One employee whispered to the other.
"No wonder he's so scared!" the second employee replied.
Trunks walked quickly into the meeting room. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and his nervousness was about to wash over his body completely. His hand shook around the handle of his briefcase, accompanying the rest of his body in an uncontrolable shake-fest.
In the back of the large room, stood his life-long best friend Son Goten, and his annoying little sister whom just HAD to come and watch this.
"Don't start feeling sorry for yourself old buddy," Goten said as he softly punched his friend on the arm. He grinned a wicked grin, and wiped a fake tear away from his eye, "And your mommy'll be so proud of you!"
Trunks contemplated blasting his friend into the next world, but he needed the support, and spared his life.
For now.
"Trunks," Goten said, rubbing his best friend's back, slightly deepening the wound, "this is the time we men like to remenisce, "Do you remember the time when we pretended to be adults to fight in the adult division of the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Life is one big party when you're still young
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done?
"Yes," Trunks said as he rested his head in his hands, "I got to be on top... and you moved around too much."
"Yadda yadda," Goten said as he looked cruelly at his best friend, "And when we fought in the kids division?"
"Yeah..." Trunks said, slightly annoyed at the kid in his memory, "that dude I faught first just wouldn't shut up!"
"So you kicked his ass?"
"If need be."
It's all good, when you're little you have pure fun
Can't be a fool son, what about the long run?
"And the point of this is...?" Trunks wanted to know. He didn't like having his memories picked apart at a moment when he needed it least.
"To remind you of how much you want this," Goten said, patting Trunks on the back.
"I don't need to remember winning a tournament to remind me how much I wanna do this Goten."
"Then take this into mind," Goten said, "Once you connect with them... and you know what I mean... you can NEVER block them out again."
Trunks smiled, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Honestly?" Goten asked, followed by a moan of pain as his wife kicked him in the back of his leg.
"Yes," Trunks informed him, "I like to know what Pan is thinking, because she almost never tells me herself."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Trunks, would you please spend time with me?" Young Pan asked as she looked up at her life-long crush.
"Pan, I can't," Trunks said as he pressed his hand over the speaker of the phone, "I'm on the phone with my girlfriend."
Looking back Shorty always a mention
Said me not giving her much attention
Pan's face turned bright red with anger, "How come you ALWAYS ignore me Trunks-chan?"
Trunks looked at her, slightly bewildered, "Whatever do you mean Pan-chan?"
"Forget it Trunks-ch..." She paused, "I have no reason to consider you a friend or have any respect for you. Your name is Trunks, and that is what I will call you from now on. So forget it Trunks."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks blinked at his memory. That must have been why Pan never called his Trunks-chan or Trunks-san...
"Something wrong brother?" Bra asked as she looked down at her spaced out sibling.
"Bra, if I try to back out of this, kick me," Trunks said nervously.
"Okay," Bra said, grinning wildly.
"Pan has been one of my best friends since the Dragon Ball hunt. She tries to understand everything, and tends to have all her problems rest on her shoulders. She helped with my inventory when she was younger. She has trying to be mature when we were trying to find those dragon balls. This is my thanks to her," Trunks said before people started coming in, "in front of every one."
She was there through my inconseration
I wanna show the nation my appriciation
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An alarm rang out of the clock next to the slumbering president's bed. Her lazy hand found it's resting point on the clock next to her, only to have her sit up violently fast and stare at it a moment, "I'm late..."
Reality dawned like a ton of bricks: "Damn! I running late!"
She picked up a few stray t-shirts and pair of pants that laid on her messy floor, "I'm going to be SO late for that meeting with international presidents. So much for making a good impression!"
Girl you're my angel you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, baby
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Trunks looked around the filling confrence room, "Are they all here yet?"
"No," Goten said, "Of all the people, my niece is not here yet."
"Over slept?"
"More than likely," Goten said. He suddenly felt two pairs of eyes on him, "What? That's a genetic trait in my family! It's what makes my family more special that yours!" he stuck out his tounge, only to shove it back in emedetly when everyone began to stare at him.
Bra crouched down next to her brother, "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
Trunks nodded, "You should have seen her at your wedding Bra, she was so... miserable and lonely. She was heart broken and depressed... and I don't think I've ever been more in love with anyone."
Bra lifted an eyebrow, "Okay big brother. Just, be careful."
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Pan walked up the stairs as fast as her feble feet would let her. She was sore. She was tired. Today wasn't going well for her at all. "You can do this Pan," she told herself, "you are the daughter of Son Gohan. The golden haired fighter. The delivery boy who beat Cell. You are the daughter of Son Videl. The endless pit of stamina that fell in love with my father though it still baffles most of the world as to how. You are the Granddaughter of Son Goku, strongest of the universe. You are the Granddaughter of Mister Satan and.... well, there ARE no perks to that one but..." she disisded to move on to someone else to promote her selfesteme, "You are Granddaughter to Son ChiChi, strongest woman alive. Few know it though. She's been known to send the strongest fighters ever backing into a corner. That damned Saiya-jin Prince of ours wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against her, no matter what anyone else thinks."
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"Can we start yet Mr. Briefs?" One of the stuffy elder presidents asked. They'd been waiting for Pan while, and many of them had become inpatient.
"Just a few more minutes," Trunks said, trying his best to keep his cool.
The door to the confrence room suddenly shot open, sending everyone's eyes at it. Pan stood there, with her hair falling out of it's bun, a broken shoe in her hand, a holding her purse in her hand because of the strap breaking, "I cannot do this!" she tried on her remaining heel, only to twist her ankle, and fall to the ground, "This day really sucks."
Goten walked over to her, and offered her a hand, "Come on Pan, it can't be that bad."
"Oh yes it could Uncle," Pan said as she wobbled over to her seat next to Trunks.
"Wait," Trunks said as be placed his hand on Pan's, "Before we start anything, I have to ask Pan something very, very important. More than likely the most important thing I will ever ask in my life."
You're a queen and so you should be treated
Though you never get the loving that you needed
"Trunks...?"
"Okay Pan," Trunks said, taking her hands, and turning to face her, "I have my sister here to kick me if I chicken out, so there's no turning back now. I am your biggest fan. You are an amazing person. You fight for those you love, and you've always loved a fight. You don't sit on your ass and wait for things to happen for you. You go out and do them for yourself. When you don't get enough attention from someone, or in one very famous case, anyone, you'll do anything from lose respect for them to hijack a spaceship."
Could have left but I called and you heeded
Taking a beating mission completed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Pan-chan!" Trunks said, cornering the young girl in a small nock in the ship, "give me that key!"
"Naaah Naaah," Pan mutted as she jumped out of his grasp.
"Pan-chan!" he shouted, taking another dive for the small girl, and once again missing, "Give it to me NOW."
"No," Pan said as she leaped out of reach again, "because as soon as you get the key, you'll want to take me right back to Earth."
Momma said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotions
"But," Trunks insisted once again, "But everyone must be worried about you Pan-chan."
"I don't care!"
This time, when Trunks missed, and crashed into the wall (again), he stayed there. Pan sat smiling content with herself, until Trunks didn't come back up. She leaned over and tapped his shoulder, "Trunks...?"
Trunks' body emedetly shot up, taking Pan's shoulders and pinning her to the seat behind her, "Gotcha!"
Pan put on a fake sad face as she slowly lifted the key. It was just about to Trunks, when she pulled her other had in front of her body, pulled out her shirt, and dropped the key inside. She smiled up at Trunks with a mischivious grin. While all Trunks could do was sigh in defeat and hang his head.
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long this could never be wrong
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Pan-chan, you have been my love forever. Life's too short to live without you, where you are is where I want to be," Trunks said, getting down on his knees, "So would you, Son Pan, marry..." he paused, "Me?"
Pan blinked. Her grip losened on Trunks' hands, and she let them fall to his sides, "You know Trunks. For the past several months, my life has been conpletely miserable. My uncle proposed to my best friend, but my mate didn't becuase... we were both presidents of major companies. Too little time, too much responsibility. Could you imagine having children? What a hell that would be! Never getting to see our kids because we'd always be at work. Breaking their hearts at times like Christmas, because we have meetings. Making them hate us for the rest of their lives. I saw my uncle and friend get married, I saw myself make a complete IDIOT of myself at the alter, and then had the nerve to have an emotional breakdown right there in the lobby. I saw every day go by slower than the one before. I wanted what my uncle and friend had. I wanted it badly."
Trunks' head and hands fell in defeat. He felt his heart break in half as he faught back the urge to cry.
Girl you're my angel you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel you're my darling angel
Girl you're my friend when I'm in need, baby
"Ya know," Pan continued, as if not having enough with tearing Trunks' heart into pieces, she actually had to tear OUT those remaining pieces, "I wanted it so badly, that I stopped caring. I stopped caring about never being able to see you, because I could always talk to you. It didn't matter where, it didn't matter when. You would never be able to lie to me, and I could never lie in return. Your parents had minimum time with you, what with your mother working and your father training, and you didn't hate them. Well, you didn't hate your mother anyways."
Girl inspite of my behaivor said I'm your saviour
You must be sent from up above
Though you appear to me so tender say girl I surrender
Thanks for giving be your love
"And it occoured to me, it really didn't matter to me anymore, becuase I'd already had my mate, he just had to get the reality of our human heritage on the brain. I may have just had the bitch of all days, but's not as bad as it seems. So, Mr. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I accept your generous offer, and would be more than happy to come your wife."
It took a few minutes for Trunks to actually compute what she was saying. One second, she sounded as though she was saying never in a thousadn years, and the next she says yes?
He felt a sharp pain in his leg.
"Trunks!" Bra shouted.
Trunks blinked, and shook his head a few times, "Did you just say yes?"
Pan nodded, "Yes I did."
Girl you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl you're my friend when I'm in need
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"Isn't today the meeting with the major company presidents of all the leading companies nation wide?" One employee whispered to the other.
"No wonder he's so scared!" the second employee replied.
Trunks walked quickly into the meeting room. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and his nervousness was about to wash over his body completely. His hand shook around the handle of his briefcase, accompanying the rest of his body in an uncontrolable shake-fest.
In the back of the large room, stood his life-long best friend Son Goten, and his annoying little sister whom just HAD to come and watch this.
"Don't start feeling sorry for yourself old buddy," Goten said as he softly punched his friend on the arm. He grinned a wicked grin, and wiped a fake tear away from his eye, "And your mommy'll be so proud of you!"
Trunks contemplated blasting his friend into the next world, but he needed the support, and spared his life.
For now.
"Trunks," Goten said, rubbing his best friend's back, slightly deepening the wound, "this is the time we men like to remenisce, "Do you remember the time when we pretended to be adults to fight in the adult division of the World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Life is one big party when you're still young
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done?
"Yes," Trunks said as he rested his head in his hands, "I got to be on top... and you moved around too much."
"Yadda yadda," Goten said as he looked cruelly at his best friend, "And when we fought in the kids division?"
"Yeah..." Trunks said, slightly annoyed at the kid in his memory, "that dude I faught first just wouldn't shut up!"
"So you kicked his ass?"
"If need be."
It's all good, when you're little you have pure fun
Can't be a fool son, what about the long run?
"And the point of this is...?" Trunks wanted to know. He didn't like having his memories picked apart at a moment when he needed it least.
"To remind you of how much you want this," Goten said, patting Trunks on the back.
"I don't need to remember winning a tournament to remind me how much I wanna do this Goten."
"Then take this into mind," Goten said, "Once you connect with them... and you know what I mean... you can NEVER block them out again."
Trunks smiled, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Honestly?" Goten asked, followed by a moan of pain as his wife kicked him in the back of his leg.
"Yes," Trunks informed him, "I like to know what Pan is thinking, because she almost never tells me herself."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Trunks, would you please spend time with me?" Young Pan asked as she looked up at her life-long crush.
"Pan, I can't," Trunks said as he pressed his hand over the speaker of the phone, "I'm on the phone with my girlfriend."
Looking back Shorty always a mention
Said me not giving her much attention
Pan's face turned bright red with anger, "How come you ALWAYS ignore me Trunks-chan?"
Trunks looked at her, slightly bewildered, "Whatever do you mean Pan-chan?"
"Forget it Trunks-ch..." She paused, "I have no reason to consider you a friend or have any respect for you. Your name is Trunks, and that is what I will call you from now on. So forget it Trunks."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trunks blinked at his memory. That must have been why Pan never called his Trunks-chan or Trunks-san...
"Something wrong brother?" Bra asked as she looked down at her spaced out sibling.
"Bra, if I try to back out of this, kick me," Trunks said nervously.
"Okay," Bra said, grinning wildly.
"Pan has been one of my best friends since the Dragon Ball hunt. She tries to understand everything, and tends to have all her problems rest on her shoulders. She helped with my inventory when she was younger. She has trying to be mature when we were trying to find those dragon balls. This is my thanks to her," Trunks said before people started coming in, "in front of every one."
She was there through my inconseration
I wanna show the nation my appriciation
******************************************
An alarm rang out of the clock next to the slumbering president's bed. Her lazy hand found it's resting point on the clock next to her, only to have her sit up violently fast and stare at it a moment, "I'm late..."
Reality dawned like a ton of bricks: "Damn! I running late!"
She picked up a few stray t-shirts and pair of pants that laid on her messy floor, "I'm going to be SO late for that meeting with international presidents. So much for making a good impression!"
Girl you're my angel you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, baby
***************************************
Trunks looked around the filling confrence room, "Are they all here yet?"
"No," Goten said, "Of all the people, my niece is not here yet."
"Over slept?"
"More than likely," Goten said. He suddenly felt two pairs of eyes on him, "What? That's a genetic trait in my family! It's what makes my family more special that yours!" he stuck out his tounge, only to shove it back in emedetly when everyone began to stare at him.
Bra crouched down next to her brother, "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
Trunks nodded, "You should have seen her at your wedding Bra, she was so... miserable and lonely. She was heart broken and depressed... and I don't think I've ever been more in love with anyone."
Bra lifted an eyebrow, "Okay big brother. Just, be careful."
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Pan walked up the stairs as fast as her feble feet would let her. She was sore. She was tired. Today wasn't going well for her at all. "You can do this Pan," she told herself, "you are the daughter of Son Gohan. The golden haired fighter. The delivery boy who beat Cell. You are the daughter of Son Videl. The endless pit of stamina that fell in love with my father though it still baffles most of the world as to how. You are the Granddaughter of Son Goku, strongest of the universe. You are the Granddaughter of Mister Satan and.... well, there ARE no perks to that one but..." she disisded to move on to someone else to promote her selfesteme, "You are Granddaughter to Son ChiChi, strongest woman alive. Few know it though. She's been known to send the strongest fighters ever backing into a corner. That damned Saiya-jin Prince of ours wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against her, no matter what anyone else thinks."
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"Can we start yet Mr. Briefs?" One of the stuffy elder presidents asked. They'd been waiting for Pan while, and many of them had become inpatient.
"Just a few more minutes," Trunks said, trying his best to keep his cool.
The door to the confrence room suddenly shot open, sending everyone's eyes at it. Pan stood there, with her hair falling out of it's bun, a broken shoe in her hand, a holding her purse in her hand because of the strap breaking, "I cannot do this!" she tried on her remaining heel, only to twist her ankle, and fall to the ground, "This day really sucks."
Goten walked over to her, and offered her a hand, "Come on Pan, it can't be that bad."
"Oh yes it could Uncle," Pan said as she wobbled over to her seat next to Trunks.
"Wait," Trunks said as be placed his hand on Pan's, "Before we start anything, I have to ask Pan something very, very important. More than likely the most important thing I will ever ask in my life."
You're a queen and so you should be treated
Though you never get the loving that you needed
"Trunks...?"
"Okay Pan," Trunks said, taking her hands, and turning to face her, "I have my sister here to kick me if I chicken out, so there's no turning back now. I am your biggest fan. You are an amazing person. You fight for those you love, and you've always loved a fight. You don't sit on your ass and wait for things to happen for you. You go out and do them for yourself. When you don't get enough attention from someone, or in one very famous case, anyone, you'll do anything from lose respect for them to hijack a spaceship."
Could have left but I called and you heeded
Taking a beating mission completed
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey Pan-chan!" Trunks said, cornering the young girl in a small nock in the ship, "give me that key!"
"Naaah Naaah," Pan mutted as she jumped out of his grasp.
"Pan-chan!" he shouted, taking another dive for the small girl, and once again missing, "Give it to me NOW."
"No," Pan said as she leaped out of reach again, "because as soon as you get the key, you'll want to take me right back to Earth."
Momma said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotions
"But," Trunks insisted once again, "But everyone must be worried about you Pan-chan."
"I don't care!"
This time, when Trunks missed, and crashed into the wall (again), he stayed there. Pan sat smiling content with herself, until Trunks didn't come back up. She leaned over and tapped his shoulder, "Trunks...?"
Trunks' body emedetly shot up, taking Pan's shoulders and pinning her to the seat behind her, "Gotcha!"
Pan put on a fake sad face as she slowly lifted the key. It was just about to Trunks, when she pulled her other had in front of her body, pulled out her shirt, and dropped the key inside. She smiled up at Trunks with a mischivious grin. While all Trunks could do was sigh in defeat and hang his head.
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long this could never be wrong
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Pan-chan, you have been my love forever. Life's too short to live without you, where you are is where I want to be," Trunks said, getting down on his knees, "So would you, Son Pan, marry..." he paused, "Me?"
Pan blinked. Her grip losened on Trunks' hands, and she let them fall to his sides, "You know Trunks. For the past several months, my life has been conpletely miserable. My uncle proposed to my best friend, but my mate didn't becuase... we were both presidents of major companies. Too little time, too much responsibility. Could you imagine having children? What a hell that would be! Never getting to see our kids because we'd always be at work. Breaking their hearts at times like Christmas, because we have meetings. Making them hate us for the rest of their lives. I saw my uncle and friend get married, I saw myself make a complete IDIOT of myself at the alter, and then had the nerve to have an emotional breakdown right there in the lobby. I saw every day go by slower than the one before. I wanted what my uncle and friend had. I wanted it badly."
Trunks' head and hands fell in defeat. He felt his heart break in half as he faught back the urge to cry.
Girl you're my angel you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel you're my darling angel
Girl you're my friend when I'm in need, baby
"Ya know," Pan continued, as if not having enough with tearing Trunks' heart into pieces, she actually had to tear OUT those remaining pieces, "I wanted it so badly, that I stopped caring. I stopped caring about never being able to see you, because I could always talk to you. It didn't matter where, it didn't matter when. You would never be able to lie to me, and I could never lie in return. Your parents had minimum time with you, what with your mother working and your father training, and you didn't hate them. Well, you didn't hate your mother anyways."
Girl inspite of my behaivor said I'm your saviour
You must be sent from up above
Though you appear to me so tender say girl I surrender
Thanks for giving be your love
"And it occoured to me, it really didn't matter to me anymore, becuase I'd already had my mate, he just had to get the reality of our human heritage on the brain. I may have just had the bitch of all days, but's not as bad as it seems. So, Mr. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I accept your generous offer, and would be more than happy to come your wife."
It took a few minutes for Trunks to actually compute what she was saying. One second, she sounded as though she was saying never in a thousadn years, and the next she says yes?
He felt a sharp pain in his leg.
"Trunks!" Bra shouted.
Trunks blinked, and shook his head a few times, "Did you just say yes?"
Pan nodded, "Yes I did."
Girl you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl you're my friend when I'm in need
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