Chapter 2: This Relationship is Over!
Gee, Trunks thought as he
watched his girlfriend and his sister dash into one store after another and
coming out with loads and loads of bags containing the products they had just
purchased. I am not going to survive today. He looked down at the huge
number of bags in his hand. Oh Dende, I just hope they are going to be done
soon.
He
glanced over at Goten, who was struggling to balance about 50 boxes in his
hand. "Hey Goten," Trunks nudged his best friend.
"Hey!
Don't do that!" Goten glared at Trunks. "You almost made me drop all these
stuff."
"We
really should have just stayed home huh?"
"It's
all your idea to come with them on this shopping trip, Mr. President!" Goten
gave Trunks the evil eye. "I suggested we go to Pan's house and play video
games or spar but no! We should go along with Bra and Marron to the mall!"
Goten mimicked.
"Shut
up!" Trunks snapped. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Okay, fine. The
truth is, I don't want to see Pan because I'm scared that I might kiss her or
something. I really need some time to clear my head.
"Hey
boys!" Marron's cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts. "How 'bout we go eat
now?"
Goten
grinned. "Great!" then he added in a whisper just loud enough for Trunks to
hear. "Finally."
Trunks
nodded. "I know what you mean!" He whispered back.
"But,"
Marron continued.
"Oh
dear Dende, there's a 'but'?" Goten groaned.
"Yes,
sorry guys!" Bra pointed to a huge pile of shopping bags outside a store. "You
guys have to help us carry that."
Trunks
felt his eyes bulge. "That is not what I think it is, is it?"
"Yes
it is," his sister smiled sweetly at him. "It's some more boxes and bags from
you guys to hold but I'm sure you can handle them easily because you have lots
of muscles."
"Bra,
you know that we are all half Saiyans," Goten looked at Marron. "Well, maybe
not Marron but Bra, with a little training, we can get you into great shape and
you can carry all your bags by yourself! Won't that be nice?"
Bra
frowned. "No thanks. Look, I'm hungry so can we please go and eat?" she grabbed
Marron's arm. "Come on Marron, let's go first."
Goten
and Trunks stared at them as they disappeared towards the food court. Then
their gaze moved back to the huge pile of shopping bags. "We so doomed." Goten
said.
Trunks
swallowed. "You are so right about that!"
* * * * *
"Trunks?"
"Hmm?"
Trunks looked and saw Marron standing before him with a smile on her lips.
"I
am sorry about the mall today, honey," she kissed him on the cheek and began to
massage his aching back. "I know there was a ton of stuff and I know you must
be exhausted by now."
Trunks
smiled back at her and pulled away from her hands. "It's okay, Marron. I didn't
really mind." His mind drifted off as she sat down beside him and began talking
non-stop about some clothes she brought today at the mall. What's Pan doing
right now? He wondered.
"I
think Pan is really immature," The word 'Pan' caught his attention and he
turned back to face Marron.
"What
did you just say?" he demanded.
Marron
let out a small giggle. "I said that I think Pan is really immature."
"What?"
Trunks jumped up. "Pan is not immature, how did you know she's immature anyway?
Pan is can be really mature and responsible at emergency times!" He saw a
strange look coming onto Marron's face but he ignored it. "Pan's really fun to
be around with! Sometimes I think you are a little too mature, why can't you be
more like Pan?"
The
corner of Marron's lips turned down and she glared at him. "Look," she raised
her voice at him. "All I said was I think Pan's a bit immature, why are you so
worked up about this?"
Trunks
fought to keep calm. "Marron, I was only trying to tell you not to judge people
so quickly. I mean, you barely know Pan so you shouldn't say things like that
about her."
"Oh
so I'm judging people quickly huh? That's just great, I guess Pan never judge
people quickly, right?"
"I
didn't say that!" Trunks yelled, his face turning red with anger. "I never did
say that!"
"Whatever,
but you are saying that Pan is better than me!"
"I
did not say anything remotely like that!"
"Yes
you did! You said that I should stop being so mature and start acting more like
Pan! If Pan's so great than why didn't you ask her out?"
"Maybe
I will!" he snapped back. "Since my girlfriend is acting like such a bitch."
"You,"
he saw Marron's eyes well up with tears. She turned around and ran from him. "I
never want to see you again!" she yelled over her shoulder. "This relationship
is over!"
Trunks
sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He knew that if he ran after her and
told her that he was sorry, she would definitely forgive him. But he can't do
that because he wasn't sorry, not one bit.
All
of a sudden, a humongous headache started to form in his head.
Shit.
* * * * *
"But
Mom," Pan whined. She knew she was sounding very much like a baby but she
couldn't help herself. "Can't somebody else go to Trunks' house and get uncle?
Or we could just call uncle on his cell phone or something! Why do you need me
to run all the way to Trunks' house and get uncle anyway?"
Her
mother frowned. "What's wrong Pan? You always liked to go to Trunks' house,"
she studied Pan's face carefully. "Did you have a fight with Bra?"
Pan
forced a smile onto her face. "Of course not, we are very good friends." Yeah,
we are just not talking to each other. Is that a crime? "But I have, um,
loads of homework!" Pan put on a serious face. "Really, a lot of homework." Is
she buying it?
Her
mother's eyes narrowed. "Pan, just what kind of homework do you have?" she
asked with an amused glint in her eyes.
Dende, help! "I have, uh, an
essay due soon and a project and some tests to study for and, uh," Pan paused.
"I really don't have time to go to his house." She finished lamely.
"Don't
worry honey, I'm sure it will be all right for you to take a five minute study
break." Videl held up a jar of pickled vegetables. "And I want you to give this
to Bulma, she tried some the last time she came here for dinner and she liked
it very much. I promised her that I would make some for her."
"But…"
"No
more 'buts'." Videl handed Pan the jar. "Run along now."
* * * * *
Pan
rang the doorbell. Please don't let Trunks answer the door! Please don't let
Trunks answer the door! She pleaded inside her head. Please don't let Bra answer the door
either!
The
door opened and there stood Bulma with a big smile on her face. Thank you
Dende! I love you! Pan breathed the sigh of relief.
"Hey
Pan. What can I do for you?"
"Bulma, my mom made this pickle thing and she
told me to bring it to you. By the way, is my uncle here? We are having a
family dinner at my house and it starts in," Pan glanced down at her watch. "15
minutes."
"Yeah,
I think he's in Trunks' room, go up there and see if you can find him. Tell your
mom thanks for the pickles!"
* * * * *
"Yeah,"
Pan replied weakly. Go up to Trunks' room? I might as well commit suicide!
Okay, I have a really bad habit. When I get really nervous, I want to
pee! Pan cringed and she walked
through the long hallway leading to Trunks' room. She spotted a bathroom with
the door slightly jarred. I really have to go, she thought desperately.
Before she could think twice, she pushed open the door to the bathroom and
walked in.
Her
mouth dropped open and she let out a little gasp as she realized that somebody
was using the bathroom.
There,
standing right in front of her was Trunks, who looked like he had just came out
of a shower. His chest was bare and a huge blue towel wrapped around his waist.
His lavender hair was still damp from the shower and was sticking to his head.
His clear blue eyes widened so he saw her and she saw his jaw drop too.
Oh Dende…
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