All right, I know this one is a bit short... But it might be just the beginning. All depends on the reviews I get. Read it and tell me what you think, all right? I'll post more later on. I don't own DBZ. Enjoy!
-Kayna
Beads of sweat slowly made their way down Trunks' forehead as he let the two white items fall from his hand. A look of hope glowed in his eyes as he watched them tumble to the ground, rolling for a moment before shining their black dots up at him. He counted time and again before sighing in defeat, his heart sinking just slightly. It always had to end up like this, didn't it?
"Oh, Boardwalk. Tough luck, Trunks-kun!" Pan said with a victorious smile. She brought her right hand forward, two fingers outstretched in a dainty-fashion, ready to accept her reward. Trunks' gaze dropped to his lap, looking at the little mass of money and cards cluttered upon it. He sighed deeply, placing his head readily upon the pile before looking back to Pan. Her brown eyes glinted happily, her black hair falling about her face in a lovely manner.
"How much do I owe you this time, Pan-chan?" Trunks asked with an inward smirk. Pan glowered at him for a moment before looking down to the cards stacked about her. She lifted the winning card to her gaze and read over it for a moment.
"Does it matter? Just give me everything you have," Pan stated with a smile, showing Trunks the number upon the card. She then dropped the card down between them and crossed her arms over her chest. "And don't call me, Pan-chan."
"But Panny!" Trunks shouted, a slight hint of playfulness sounding in his voice. Pan gave Trunks a cold glare before standing up, flinging the game board at him in the process. She then proceeded to march her way over to a chair before flopping down into it.
"Don't call me Panny! I'm not a little girl!" Pan whined. Trunks smiled softly, his gaze wandering over to her. Of course she wasn't a little girl... She was the one who had stolen Trunks' heart, after all. Sure, she was a bit too young for him, but he had given up at the annoying age difference after a while. He knew he loved her and that's all that mattered. Did he have the guts to tell her though? Of course not.
"Well, Pan-chan," Trunks started, merely smiling at the death glare Pan shot at him. "There is a mess that needs to be cleaned... And I believe you'll be the one cleaning it." Trunks nodded lightly to the cluttered mess of board games and pizza boxes.
"No way, Trunks-kun! You lost on the last game, you clean the mess!" Pan shouted before tossing a roll of paper towels at his head before clicking the television on. He sighed softly, but obeyed. Normally he would argue with her, but now that her attention was caught by something else and the fact that he was just tired after a day of games, he let this one slide.
He watched her as he slowly picked up their mess, smiling as she laughed at the occasional joke passed on the television. If only she knew how much she meant to him. He would probably never know if she felt the same way, either... Would she ever think she had a chance with him? An older man? Probably not.
After he had finished cleaning, he tossed the full garbage bag outside for the men to take away tomorrow. He then walked up behind the couch and looked down upon Pan, whom had her gaze still focused upon the screen of the television. He brought his right hand down to gently trace some of her hair behind her ear before leaning down.
"We're special together, Pan-chan." He whispered softly before lifting his hand away from her hair. For a moment he thought she might have took that the way he was hoping that she would... At least until he heard the low growl emitting from her throat.
"Don't call me Pan-chan!" Pan yelled loudly before leaping from the couch and stomping out the door, taking off into the night sky just moments later. Trunks walked to the doorframe and looked after her, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
-Kayna
Beads of sweat slowly made their way down Trunks' forehead as he let the two white items fall from his hand. A look of hope glowed in his eyes as he watched them tumble to the ground, rolling for a moment before shining their black dots up at him. He counted time and again before sighing in defeat, his heart sinking just slightly. It always had to end up like this, didn't it?
"Oh, Boardwalk. Tough luck, Trunks-kun!" Pan said with a victorious smile. She brought her right hand forward, two fingers outstretched in a dainty-fashion, ready to accept her reward. Trunks' gaze dropped to his lap, looking at the little mass of money and cards cluttered upon it. He sighed deeply, placing his head readily upon the pile before looking back to Pan. Her brown eyes glinted happily, her black hair falling about her face in a lovely manner.
"How much do I owe you this time, Pan-chan?" Trunks asked with an inward smirk. Pan glowered at him for a moment before looking down to the cards stacked about her. She lifted the winning card to her gaze and read over it for a moment.
"Does it matter? Just give me everything you have," Pan stated with a smile, showing Trunks the number upon the card. She then dropped the card down between them and crossed her arms over her chest. "And don't call me, Pan-chan."
"But Panny!" Trunks shouted, a slight hint of playfulness sounding in his voice. Pan gave Trunks a cold glare before standing up, flinging the game board at him in the process. She then proceeded to march her way over to a chair before flopping down into it.
"Don't call me Panny! I'm not a little girl!" Pan whined. Trunks smiled softly, his gaze wandering over to her. Of course she wasn't a little girl... She was the one who had stolen Trunks' heart, after all. Sure, she was a bit too young for him, but he had given up at the annoying age difference after a while. He knew he loved her and that's all that mattered. Did he have the guts to tell her though? Of course not.
"Well, Pan-chan," Trunks started, merely smiling at the death glare Pan shot at him. "There is a mess that needs to be cleaned... And I believe you'll be the one cleaning it." Trunks nodded lightly to the cluttered mess of board games and pizza boxes.
"No way, Trunks-kun! You lost on the last game, you clean the mess!" Pan shouted before tossing a roll of paper towels at his head before clicking the television on. He sighed softly, but obeyed. Normally he would argue with her, but now that her attention was caught by something else and the fact that he was just tired after a day of games, he let this one slide.
He watched her as he slowly picked up their mess, smiling as she laughed at the occasional joke passed on the television. If only she knew how much she meant to him. He would probably never know if she felt the same way, either... Would she ever think she had a chance with him? An older man? Probably not.
After he had finished cleaning, he tossed the full garbage bag outside for the men to take away tomorrow. He then walked up behind the couch and looked down upon Pan, whom had her gaze still focused upon the screen of the television. He brought his right hand down to gently trace some of her hair behind her ear before leaning down.
"We're special together, Pan-chan." He whispered softly before lifting his hand away from her hair. For a moment he thought she might have took that the way he was hoping that she would... At least until he heard the low growl emitting from her throat.
"Don't call me Pan-chan!" Pan yelled loudly before leaping from the couch and stomping out the door, taking off into the night sky just moments later. Trunks walked to the doorframe and looked after her, a soft sigh leaving his lips.