Hey! Guess what! I don't own DB-anything! Except for my Chibi Trunks action figure...he keeps all of the bad things away and tears my flunk'ed tests into teeny tiny bits so that I don't have to feel so guilty about how I worked on this instead of studying...
A/N: Guess what! My crappy term paper be over and done with! Although I did flunk a test, that's not the point, I still stand a ~chance~ at passing the class...ugh. Anywayz, due to the prodding of Evil Child (who turned out to be grrrrr by the way), I gots the third and final chap for TM2F out. Yes, this means that I am done with fanfics, forever, unless you REVIEW!!!! I felt so unloved, this fic-the entire thing!-has only gotten 9 REVIEWs. Fluffy consoled me and made me feel better, but I still don't care. No one REVIEWed. Please, review. Otherwise, no more fics from Panabelle. Now, on with the fic.
BTW: in case you've forgotten, anything in *'s is a thought or phrase stuck in the head of a character. These thingies: ~'s, symbolizing something needing emphasis. There are no flashbacks in this, so don't worry about that.
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Too Much to Forget
Chapter 3
*As great a kid you are, I don't think we could work out ~that~ way...*
Pan settled back into the seat cushion, thankful that Trunks had left the top of his black capsule convertible down-the raging wind that roared past them made the silence less unbearable.
She was pissed, she wouldn't pretend she wasn't, but she still kept the rage inside, letting it fester where Trunks couldn't see it, making sure to keep her ki at a low and stable level. A level too low to be normal, just to freak him out, and not too high, so that he wouldn't know he'd gotten to her.
*As great a kid you are...*
She shook her head to chase his voice out of her mind and flomped heavily back into the leather upholstered seat, crossing her arms over her chest and slamming her foot into the dashboard, nearly sending it into the glove department.
Trunks winced as he heard the hard plastic crack, but stayed quiet.
Pan snorted as he glanced at his watch and gripped the wheel tighter.
"Afraid my Daddy's gonna kill ya?" she teased sarcastically, her voice nasty and cruel. Trunks grimmaced, but kept his irritation to himself.
"Pan-"
"Aw...poor Trunks is afraid that my daddy is going to rip his head off and ~eat it~!"
"~PAN!~" he roared over the wind. She blinked, startled. "~No~, I'm ~not~ afraid of what your ~father~ is going to do to me-alright, yes I am, but only because I'm afraid that his daughter is going to be a spoiled little ~shit~ and go crying to him."
That got her angry.
Her ki dipped, and the car swerved.
"Bastard."
"Pan, grow up and stop acting like a little ki-"
"I did grow up Trunks. A few hours ago, you noticed that, but apparently your dogdamned ego had to get in the way."
He ground his teeth, his knuckles white on the wheel. She heard it crack under the pressure he held it with, but he restrained himself before it shattered. "Panny, would you please, just, ~listen~ to m-"
"Just shut up and drive."
Happily, though still put out, his ki erratic with fear and worry, he complied.
Her house rose into view over the treetops, her the dome of her grandmother's house shining brightly like the promise of a dream in the moonlight. How often had Pan lain out there under the stars, holding make-believe conversations with Trunks in her head? How many nights had she sought refuge there when she feared her grades wouldn't pass her father's inspection-though always the next morning, he'd have carried her back into the house and put her in bed, with a glass of apple juice waiting on her bedside, a note taped to it that read "so long as you tried, Panny, that's all that matters"? How many times had she fled a terrible break up to sit on that roof, only to have Trunks come and coax her back into joining the social circle known as life?
Too damn many.
But she knew she'd be out there again tonight.
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A/N: Yes, this is the end of this fic. *cringes* DON'T HURT ME!!! Instead, REVIEW, and I'll write another fic to this 'lil trilogy I have going here. Otherwise, I won't, and you just get to look at this promise. *Hee hee hee* Aren't I evil? ; P Anywayz, life is kinda hectic, so that's why it'll probably take a while to start work on the last part to my 3-sie. You didn't actually think I'd leave it like that, did you?
I might.
Well, that's it. OH! And a note to anybody who flamed me for my treatment of Gohan: I DON'T HATE HIM! I DON'T THINK HE'S THE DEVIL EITHER! I just have a thing about the over-protective daddy bit, I mean, Pan's his only daughter, and Trunks is a man-whore. (I mean that in the most loving of ways. ; P ) Besides, the fic where I keep getting all of the "Why do you hate Gohan?!" REVIEWs, is from Trunks point of view. I can't help it if Trunks was freaking out!
Ok, that's it. REVIEW, and I'll be inclined to get the third of my 3-sie out faster. ; P
-Panabelle ; P
A/N: Guess what! My crappy term paper be over and done with! Although I did flunk a test, that's not the point, I still stand a ~chance~ at passing the class...ugh. Anywayz, due to the prodding of Evil Child (who turned out to be grrrrr by the way), I gots the third and final chap for TM2F out. Yes, this means that I am done with fanfics, forever, unless you REVIEW!!!! I felt so unloved, this fic-the entire thing!-has only gotten 9 REVIEWs. Fluffy consoled me and made me feel better, but I still don't care. No one REVIEWed. Please, review. Otherwise, no more fics from Panabelle. Now, on with the fic.
BTW: in case you've forgotten, anything in *'s is a thought or phrase stuck in the head of a character. These thingies: ~'s, symbolizing something needing emphasis. There are no flashbacks in this, so don't worry about that.
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Too Much to Forget
Chapter 3
*As great a kid you are, I don't think we could work out ~that~ way...*
Pan settled back into the seat cushion, thankful that Trunks had left the top of his black capsule convertible down-the raging wind that roared past them made the silence less unbearable.
She was pissed, she wouldn't pretend she wasn't, but she still kept the rage inside, letting it fester where Trunks couldn't see it, making sure to keep her ki at a low and stable level. A level too low to be normal, just to freak him out, and not too high, so that he wouldn't know he'd gotten to her.
*As great a kid you are...*
She shook her head to chase his voice out of her mind and flomped heavily back into the leather upholstered seat, crossing her arms over her chest and slamming her foot into the dashboard, nearly sending it into the glove department.
Trunks winced as he heard the hard plastic crack, but stayed quiet.
Pan snorted as he glanced at his watch and gripped the wheel tighter.
"Afraid my Daddy's gonna kill ya?" she teased sarcastically, her voice nasty and cruel. Trunks grimmaced, but kept his irritation to himself.
"Pan-"
"Aw...poor Trunks is afraid that my daddy is going to rip his head off and ~eat it~!"
"~PAN!~" he roared over the wind. She blinked, startled. "~No~, I'm ~not~ afraid of what your ~father~ is going to do to me-alright, yes I am, but only because I'm afraid that his daughter is going to be a spoiled little ~shit~ and go crying to him."
That got her angry.
Her ki dipped, and the car swerved.
"Bastard."
"Pan, grow up and stop acting like a little ki-"
"I did grow up Trunks. A few hours ago, you noticed that, but apparently your dogdamned ego had to get in the way."
He ground his teeth, his knuckles white on the wheel. She heard it crack under the pressure he held it with, but he restrained himself before it shattered. "Panny, would you please, just, ~listen~ to m-"
"Just shut up and drive."
Happily, though still put out, his ki erratic with fear and worry, he complied.
Her house rose into view over the treetops, her the dome of her grandmother's house shining brightly like the promise of a dream in the moonlight. How often had Pan lain out there under the stars, holding make-believe conversations with Trunks in her head? How many nights had she sought refuge there when she feared her grades wouldn't pass her father's inspection-though always the next morning, he'd have carried her back into the house and put her in bed, with a glass of apple juice waiting on her bedside, a note taped to it that read "so long as you tried, Panny, that's all that matters"? How many times had she fled a terrible break up to sit on that roof, only to have Trunks come and coax her back into joining the social circle known as life?
Too damn many.
But she knew she'd be out there again tonight.
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A/N: Yes, this is the end of this fic. *cringes* DON'T HURT ME!!! Instead, REVIEW, and I'll write another fic to this 'lil trilogy I have going here. Otherwise, I won't, and you just get to look at this promise. *Hee hee hee* Aren't I evil? ; P Anywayz, life is kinda hectic, so that's why it'll probably take a while to start work on the last part to my 3-sie. You didn't actually think I'd leave it like that, did you?
I might.
Well, that's it. OH! And a note to anybody who flamed me for my treatment of Gohan: I DON'T HATE HIM! I DON'T THINK HE'S THE DEVIL EITHER! I just have a thing about the over-protective daddy bit, I mean, Pan's his only daughter, and Trunks is a man-whore. (I mean that in the most loving of ways. ; P ) Besides, the fic where I keep getting all of the "Why do you hate Gohan?!" REVIEWs, is from Trunks point of view. I can't help it if Trunks was freaking out!
Ok, that's it. REVIEW, and I'll be inclined to get the third of my 3-sie out faster. ; P
-Panabelle ; P