Disclaimer: Oh the usual, I don't own DBZ/GT, Akira Toriyama does.
Author's Note: Finally, I got chapter two in! I've been a little late updateing due to school... -_-; I hope you all enjoy this chapter though! =D
Chapter Two: Stay With Me
Quietly, Videl left her daughter to rest. Everyone else had already gone down stairs the moment Pan became hysterical. Her whole body shivered with each step she took. Videl feared that she, herself, would become hysterical if Pan didn't get better. With a sigh, Videl presented herself to everyone else who was waited patiently in the living room. Bulma quickly rose from her seat when she saw Videl step into the room.
"How is she now?" Videl took a deep breath to ease her nerves.
"She's resting now." With a sigh of relief, Bulma sat back down. For some odd reason, everyone became quiet. It wasn't like it already wasn't but, the aura in the room just became disturbing...To break the silence, Videl said and a somewhat cheery voice, "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Bulma smiled. "We'd love to."
Right when everyone sat down for dinner, Gohan excused himself in order bring Pan her dinner. Even though it had been two months since Pan's loss of vision, she still couldn't eat properly by herself so someone always had to help her. Before Gohan even left the kitchen, Trunks stood from his seat.
"Gohan-san."
"Yes?" Trunks bit his lip, not knowing whether he should, or shouldn't ask. As irritated as Vegeta always was, the all mighty Saiyan barked at his son. "Speak up boy!" With that remark, Vegeta earned a smack and deathly glare from Bulma. Ignoring his father, Trunks asked, "May I take Pan's meal to her instead?" Not knowing why it was so hard fro Trunks to say that, Gohan replied, "Of course you may." And with that, Trunks took the meal from Gohan's hands and headed upstairs towards Pan's room.
'Calm down Trunks, you can do this man. It's just Pan, you're a friend whose just helping a friend out. No need to be nervous.' Trunks tried to let that thought sink in. But the closer he got to Pan's room, the more nervous he became. He was about to turn back and let Gohan do it instead when an image of what happened earlier flashed into his mind.
...Earlier...
"Pan-chan!" Trunks was the first to enter the room, second was Videl followed by Gohan. Everyone else stayed by the doorway. Gohan rushed to his daughter's side and tried to help her up when suddenly Pan slapped his arms away.
"No!" she cried. "I can get up myself. I don't need anyone's help." Pan struggled to lift herself up but to no avail. Her strength had weakened greatly within that moment so no help was almost impossible for her. "Stop acting this way Pa-"
"No!" she cried once more. "I don't need help, go away, all of you. Just go!" Trunks could see the tears fall from beneath her bandages. "Don't be this way Pan!" Gohan yelled. "Your weak right now and there isn't anything you can do about it so whether you like it or not, I'm helping you!" Gohan tried to lift her once more when Pan kicked and screamed desperately trying not to show that she was weak. Enough was enough, Gohan couldn't stand to see his daughter this way any longer so he did the only thing that he could do, knock her out. Not in a violent way of course, but rather by pressure point. Gohan felt the back of Pan's neck and felt where her pressure point was, once he found it, he pressed gently and knocked her out cold. With a sigh, Gohan lifted his daughter and carried her to her bed. Moments later, Videl was by his side, changing the bandages that cover their daughter's beautiful, blind eyes.
...Present...
There he was, standing right in front of her bedroom door. 'Knock on the door Trunks. Geez, this is Pan, don't be nervous.' Trunks kept telling himself that for a whole five minutes before he gathered the courage to set foot inside the room.
At first, when he knocked, there was no answer. He tried again and this time, he heard a mumbling of some sort from the other side. He couldn't quite make out what was said but just assumed that it was a "come in".
Slowly and carefully, he turned the knob and walked into the dimly lit room. He was surprised to see Pan sitting upright with her head slightly tilted downward.
"Pan?" No answer.
Taking a deep breath, Trunks walked towards her. "I brought you dinner." Still, there was no answer. It was an awkward moment for him, for them both actually. He could tell because of the way her thin hands shook. He didn't have to know how sad she would look if the white bands didn't cover her eyes; the endless pain that must be repeating over and over in the depths of darkness in her mind.
Setting the tray down on the nightstand next to the bed, he sat down on the vacant space of the bed, right at the very edge.
Pan felt Trunks' weight sink in on her bed as he sat down. The sweet scent of his smell made her whole body tingle with such a delight that she didn't think possible. She had feelings for him. Yes, feelings for the son of the all mighty Saiyan Prince. For as long as she could remember, she'd always felt a special feeling towards him. Love as it was. However, love for a brother, or something more, she knew not. But ever since she was thrown to the abyss of darkness, she saw all too clear, how she felt for him. How she truly felt.
"Trunks."
"Hm?" He looked up from his study of the steam that rose from the food to see that Pan was no longer tilted down, but at him.
"Stay with me." She could feel his whole body stiffen from her request. Knowing that he would be alarmed, she added, "Just for tonight. I want someone, other than my parents, to be by my side. Just for tonight." She lifted her hands to touch his face, to hopefully visualize what he looked like at that moment. Feeling nothing but air for just a moment, she suddenly felt his large, warm hands clasped around hers'. She felt him guide her hands to his face, letting her hand feel the sadness that he was feeling.
"Don't feel so down ok? I'm sure that with a few more days of rest, I'll be my old self again. Well, almost." Slowly, Pan leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and just rested her head on his right shoulder. Faintly, she could hear the rush of his heartbeat; racing as though he had just ran miles to get there.
The last thing she recalled before drifting to sleep, was hearing the soft click of the light being turned off, and the feel of her head against the pillow, along with Trunks pulling the covers over their bodies and his arms around her small frame. 'I love you Trunks.' She whispered in the depths of her mind. 'I truly love you, more than life itself.'
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Finally, I got chapter two in! I've been a little late updateing due to school... -_-; I hope you all enjoy this chapter though! =D
Chapter Two: Stay With Me
Quietly, Videl left her daughter to rest. Everyone else had already gone down stairs the moment Pan became hysterical. Her whole body shivered with each step she took. Videl feared that she, herself, would become hysterical if Pan didn't get better. With a sigh, Videl presented herself to everyone else who was waited patiently in the living room. Bulma quickly rose from her seat when she saw Videl step into the room.
"How is she now?" Videl took a deep breath to ease her nerves.
"She's resting now." With a sigh of relief, Bulma sat back down. For some odd reason, everyone became quiet. It wasn't like it already wasn't but, the aura in the room just became disturbing...To break the silence, Videl said and a somewhat cheery voice, "Would you like to stay for dinner?" Bulma smiled. "We'd love to."
Right when everyone sat down for dinner, Gohan excused himself in order bring Pan her dinner. Even though it had been two months since Pan's loss of vision, she still couldn't eat properly by herself so someone always had to help her. Before Gohan even left the kitchen, Trunks stood from his seat.
"Gohan-san."
"Yes?" Trunks bit his lip, not knowing whether he should, or shouldn't ask. As irritated as Vegeta always was, the all mighty Saiyan barked at his son. "Speak up boy!" With that remark, Vegeta earned a smack and deathly glare from Bulma. Ignoring his father, Trunks asked, "May I take Pan's meal to her instead?" Not knowing why it was so hard fro Trunks to say that, Gohan replied, "Of course you may." And with that, Trunks took the meal from Gohan's hands and headed upstairs towards Pan's room.
'Calm down Trunks, you can do this man. It's just Pan, you're a friend whose just helping a friend out. No need to be nervous.' Trunks tried to let that thought sink in. But the closer he got to Pan's room, the more nervous he became. He was about to turn back and let Gohan do it instead when an image of what happened earlier flashed into his mind.
...Earlier...
"Pan-chan!" Trunks was the first to enter the room, second was Videl followed by Gohan. Everyone else stayed by the doorway. Gohan rushed to his daughter's side and tried to help her up when suddenly Pan slapped his arms away.
"No!" she cried. "I can get up myself. I don't need anyone's help." Pan struggled to lift herself up but to no avail. Her strength had weakened greatly within that moment so no help was almost impossible for her. "Stop acting this way Pa-"
"No!" she cried once more. "I don't need help, go away, all of you. Just go!" Trunks could see the tears fall from beneath her bandages. "Don't be this way Pan!" Gohan yelled. "Your weak right now and there isn't anything you can do about it so whether you like it or not, I'm helping you!" Gohan tried to lift her once more when Pan kicked and screamed desperately trying not to show that she was weak. Enough was enough, Gohan couldn't stand to see his daughter this way any longer so he did the only thing that he could do, knock her out. Not in a violent way of course, but rather by pressure point. Gohan felt the back of Pan's neck and felt where her pressure point was, once he found it, he pressed gently and knocked her out cold. With a sigh, Gohan lifted his daughter and carried her to her bed. Moments later, Videl was by his side, changing the bandages that cover their daughter's beautiful, blind eyes.
...Present...
There he was, standing right in front of her bedroom door. 'Knock on the door Trunks. Geez, this is Pan, don't be nervous.' Trunks kept telling himself that for a whole five minutes before he gathered the courage to set foot inside the room.
At first, when he knocked, there was no answer. He tried again and this time, he heard a mumbling of some sort from the other side. He couldn't quite make out what was said but just assumed that it was a "come in".
Slowly and carefully, he turned the knob and walked into the dimly lit room. He was surprised to see Pan sitting upright with her head slightly tilted downward.
"Pan?" No answer.
Taking a deep breath, Trunks walked towards her. "I brought you dinner." Still, there was no answer. It was an awkward moment for him, for them both actually. He could tell because of the way her thin hands shook. He didn't have to know how sad she would look if the white bands didn't cover her eyes; the endless pain that must be repeating over and over in the depths of darkness in her mind.
Setting the tray down on the nightstand next to the bed, he sat down on the vacant space of the bed, right at the very edge.
Pan felt Trunks' weight sink in on her bed as he sat down. The sweet scent of his smell made her whole body tingle with such a delight that she didn't think possible. She had feelings for him. Yes, feelings for the son of the all mighty Saiyan Prince. For as long as she could remember, she'd always felt a special feeling towards him. Love as it was. However, love for a brother, or something more, she knew not. But ever since she was thrown to the abyss of darkness, she saw all too clear, how she felt for him. How she truly felt.
"Trunks."
"Hm?" He looked up from his study of the steam that rose from the food to see that Pan was no longer tilted down, but at him.
"Stay with me." She could feel his whole body stiffen from her request. Knowing that he would be alarmed, she added, "Just for tonight. I want someone, other than my parents, to be by my side. Just for tonight." She lifted her hands to touch his face, to hopefully visualize what he looked like at that moment. Feeling nothing but air for just a moment, she suddenly felt his large, warm hands clasped around hers'. She felt him guide her hands to his face, letting her hand feel the sadness that he was feeling.
"Don't feel so down ok? I'm sure that with a few more days of rest, I'll be my old self again. Well, almost." Slowly, Pan leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and just rested her head on his right shoulder. Faintly, she could hear the rush of his heartbeat; racing as though he had just ran miles to get there.
The last thing she recalled before drifting to sleep, was hearing the soft click of the light being turned off, and the feel of her head against the pillow, along with Trunks pulling the covers over their bodies and his arms around her small frame. 'I love you Trunks.' She whispered in the depths of her mind. 'I truly love you, more than life itself.'
To Be Continued...