disclaimer: i don't own dbz, although i wish i did, that would be cool. but i am not making any profit at all (TRUST ME). so enjoy my story (i hope!) and plllleaaase review. i don't care if it is a good or bad review, they help me know what i am doing right and what i need to work on! and because of the [9] reviews that i have read so far, i am going to finish it. yay. okay. hope it doesn't end up like a book! ohh, and the ages are really weird, so don't be a butt and worry about the ages. shriekingdaisy (emily)
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Chapter One
Two Souls Dancing Idly
The wind casually danced in her hair as she stepped out of the house, squinting her eyes in the bright sunlight. She sighed sadly. Nothing seemed to be going the way that she wanted it to anymore. It was like her entire world was crashing down around her and there was no escape. She made her way down the house's cement sidewalk, and into the woods. They were like a sanctuary to her. If she ever just wanted to think, with no outside interruption, she would come here. The trees seemed to protect her, giving her a sense of security, like nothing wrong was really happening.
The whole problem seemed to center around one person. He was the most amazing, beautiful person she had ever met. Making it easy for her to fall in love with him. But unfortunately, he was also the most arrogant, stubborn man she had ever met. With the exception of his father.
He was Trunks. The one and only. The perfect. Even in her childhood, she had known that she loved him. That she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. The trouble was...getting him to realize that. She had once tried...but he had mocked her, and treated her like an infant. She couldn't handle that, so she had tried to avoid him recently, but it was hard, his family living next to hers and all. But it felt like the only way she could escape feeling what she felt for him.
That was probably what was hurting her the most. She just didn't realize it at the time. Not seeing him killed her. Just the thought of never hearing him again wounded her unbelievably deeply. She didn't think that she could go on without him any longer. But she would try. All her life, never ONCE had he done anything to even suggest feelings of any kind towards her, well, besides a brotherly kinship. She was like a little sister to him, even thought she had recently turned 19, and should no longer be considered little.
She settled down in her most beloved place in all of the woods. It was in the crook of what looked like a hundred year old oak tree. The tree seemed to understand her. It was always there for her, and it never objected to listening to her troubles.
"The problem with Trunks is," Pan said aloud, "that he just doesn't care. Doesn't notice me. It is as if I don't even exist to him."
~But I...I am the one avoiding him~ the thought occurred to her. ~He had never purposely avoided me...never. Yet I am sitting here. Angry at him for not paying attention to me when I am the one trying to stay away from him.~
But it hurt, seeing him. And it hurt staying away from him. There was nothing she could do. It would always hurt. There would always be a little Trunks-shaped hole in her heart that she so desperately wanted to be filled, but couldn't be.
She made a resolution. Never again. She would not sit and watch herself become so depressed of something over as little importance as a boy, even if it was Trunks. She would savor the best years of her life, she would live them to their fullest. Her and Bra and Marron and all of her friends. They would have fun. And never again would she feel hurt because Trunks was not meant for her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The View of a Heart
"Hey man! You aren't even listening to me!" Goten screamed over the deafening music, gesturing towards Trunks.
"Even if I was I couldn't hear you. This party blows anyway. We should get outta here. And I am sorta getting tired from all of this hopping anyway, man. Can we just go home or something?" Trunks said warily, rubbing the nape of his sore neck.
"Huh?!" Goten yelled, squinting at Trunks. "Maybe we should get out of here, this party isn't that great!"
Trunks laughed, but nodded. They walked out the door into the brisk night air. "Hey, Goten, I think we should head for home now. My old age is catching up with me."
Goten looked at him, shocked. "But the night is still young, my bro! There are still clubs to go to...girls to see...come on! You can't really mean that!"
Trunks looked down at his friend, smiling. He had really meant that. Well, not the old age part, but everything else. "No, I am going to go ahead and go home. I am seriously tired, and I have major work tomorrow. I'll be killed if I miss it. You go wherever you want to."
Goten nodded, but looked slightly down. "Okay, Mr. President. I understand. Your mother is calling you."
Trunks glared at Goten and turned to leave. "My mother has no part in this. I have responsibilities. Capsules don't produce themselves you know."
Goten grunted. "See you."
Trunks took off flying, heading home as quickly as possible. He didn't even really want to go out tonight in the first place. There was something that had been really bugging him, and the whole reason he went was to take his mind off of things. Usually, the girls that swarmed around him, treating him as if he was a god made him feel better. But not tonight. Tonight it just made him feel even worse.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked himself angrily. "Tonight would have been great if I would have just let it be. But no, I have to go and make a big deal out of everything. I had all of those opportunities to get with girls and all I can do it think of Pan..." he stopped. What did he just say?!
~PAN?!~ he thought angrily, clenching his teeth. ~Pan?! Whatever. I can't believe I said that. She means nothing to me. She is just Goten's little sister. I don't even know why I said that! I must be really tired or something. Ha. Pan. That is almost funny.~
The rest of the way to his house he mentally cursed himself for even thinking about her. She was so young, so stupid. Well, not stupid, but not right for him. Not even an option for him. The thought would never cross his mind...would it? She was just a little kid. Besides...he hadn't seen her in about four months!
Once back at his home, he rubbed his sore neck again. After pulling his bed sheets over his head, he stared wide-eyed at the darkness. ~Quit thinking about Pan. Quit it! Anything else at all. Just not her. Not Pan.~
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Chapter One
Two Souls Dancing Idly
The wind casually danced in her hair as she stepped out of the house, squinting her eyes in the bright sunlight. She sighed sadly. Nothing seemed to be going the way that she wanted it to anymore. It was like her entire world was crashing down around her and there was no escape. She made her way down the house's cement sidewalk, and into the woods. They were like a sanctuary to her. If she ever just wanted to think, with no outside interruption, she would come here. The trees seemed to protect her, giving her a sense of security, like nothing wrong was really happening.
The whole problem seemed to center around one person. He was the most amazing, beautiful person she had ever met. Making it easy for her to fall in love with him. But unfortunately, he was also the most arrogant, stubborn man she had ever met. With the exception of his father.
He was Trunks. The one and only. The perfect. Even in her childhood, she had known that she loved him. That she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. The trouble was...getting him to realize that. She had once tried...but he had mocked her, and treated her like an infant. She couldn't handle that, so she had tried to avoid him recently, but it was hard, his family living next to hers and all. But it felt like the only way she could escape feeling what she felt for him.
That was probably what was hurting her the most. She just didn't realize it at the time. Not seeing him killed her. Just the thought of never hearing him again wounded her unbelievably deeply. She didn't think that she could go on without him any longer. But she would try. All her life, never ONCE had he done anything to even suggest feelings of any kind towards her, well, besides a brotherly kinship. She was like a little sister to him, even thought she had recently turned 19, and should no longer be considered little.
She settled down in her most beloved place in all of the woods. It was in the crook of what looked like a hundred year old oak tree. The tree seemed to understand her. It was always there for her, and it never objected to listening to her troubles.
"The problem with Trunks is," Pan said aloud, "that he just doesn't care. Doesn't notice me. It is as if I don't even exist to him."
~But I...I am the one avoiding him~ the thought occurred to her. ~He had never purposely avoided me...never. Yet I am sitting here. Angry at him for not paying attention to me when I am the one trying to stay away from him.~
But it hurt, seeing him. And it hurt staying away from him. There was nothing she could do. It would always hurt. There would always be a little Trunks-shaped hole in her heart that she so desperately wanted to be filled, but couldn't be.
She made a resolution. Never again. She would not sit and watch herself become so depressed of something over as little importance as a boy, even if it was Trunks. She would savor the best years of her life, she would live them to their fullest. Her and Bra and Marron and all of her friends. They would have fun. And never again would she feel hurt because Trunks was not meant for her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The View of a Heart
"Hey man! You aren't even listening to me!" Goten screamed over the deafening music, gesturing towards Trunks.
"Even if I was I couldn't hear you. This party blows anyway. We should get outta here. And I am sorta getting tired from all of this hopping anyway, man. Can we just go home or something?" Trunks said warily, rubbing the nape of his sore neck.
"Huh?!" Goten yelled, squinting at Trunks. "Maybe we should get out of here, this party isn't that great!"
Trunks laughed, but nodded. They walked out the door into the brisk night air. "Hey, Goten, I think we should head for home now. My old age is catching up with me."
Goten looked at him, shocked. "But the night is still young, my bro! There are still clubs to go to...girls to see...come on! You can't really mean that!"
Trunks looked down at his friend, smiling. He had really meant that. Well, not the old age part, but everything else. "No, I am going to go ahead and go home. I am seriously tired, and I have major work tomorrow. I'll be killed if I miss it. You go wherever you want to."
Goten nodded, but looked slightly down. "Okay, Mr. President. I understand. Your mother is calling you."
Trunks glared at Goten and turned to leave. "My mother has no part in this. I have responsibilities. Capsules don't produce themselves you know."
Goten grunted. "See you."
Trunks took off flying, heading home as quickly as possible. He didn't even really want to go out tonight in the first place. There was something that had been really bugging him, and the whole reason he went was to take his mind off of things. Usually, the girls that swarmed around him, treating him as if he was a god made him feel better. But not tonight. Tonight it just made him feel even worse.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked himself angrily. "Tonight would have been great if I would have just let it be. But no, I have to go and make a big deal out of everything. I had all of those opportunities to get with girls and all I can do it think of Pan..." he stopped. What did he just say?!
~PAN?!~ he thought angrily, clenching his teeth. ~Pan?! Whatever. I can't believe I said that. She means nothing to me. She is just Goten's little sister. I don't even know why I said that! I must be really tired or something. Ha. Pan. That is almost funny.~
The rest of the way to his house he mentally cursed himself for even thinking about her. She was so young, so stupid. Well, not stupid, but not right for him. Not even an option for him. The thought would never cross his mind...would it? She was just a little kid. Besides...he hadn't seen her in about four months!
Once back at his home, he rubbed his sore neck again. After pulling his bed sheets over his head, he stared wide-eyed at the darkness. ~Quit thinking about Pan. Quit it! Anything else at all. Just not her. Not Pan.~