Disclaimer: See chapter 1!
Author's Notes: Well here is the next chapter and this time it's in the Master of Love's point of view. That's right, Trunks himself. Well let's see what he feels about the whole situation now hmm? Oh and sorry if this chap seems short! =o)
Trunks stared as Pan walked through the door in a dress. Yes a dress. He had half a mind to ask her where she had taken the real Pan. But remembered what had happened and that they weren't...friends anymore. As much as it pained him to remember what he had said to her, he remembered, almost everyday he relived it. Mentally killing himself slowly. He had lost a true friend.
Trunks' jaw literally dropped when he realised how short it was and how high the slits went. It showed a little cleavage too. Pan did have a figure and Trunks was only realising that now. She shot him and icy glare as she realised he was staring at her. Trunks scowled and stormed off.
Just when Trunks thought it couldn't get worse, they were going to be roomed together. Even though there were many rooms in CC, Bulma liked to put two people together so that the other wouldn't feel lonely. Bulma, of course, didn't realise the hatred and tension between the two and put them in the same room. Or maybe, she did know and she was trying to make them fix their friendship and lives. But that was impossible, no one but Pan, his father and himself actually knew what was going on. Maybe Videl and Gohan did too, slightly.
Trunks sighed frustratedly as he watched Pan sit all alone. After what he did to her, she kept herself distant, as if afraid that if she became close again, she would suffer all over again. Trunks continued to watch as she fiddled with her fingers and stood there alone. Bra walked up to her. He strained his Saiyajin ears to hear their conversation. He could barely hear it.
"Hey Pan! I hardly get to see you nowadays!" Bra chirped happily.
"Hey." Pan muttered unenthusiastically.
"Why so glum? It's Christmas!" Bra still attempted to get to Pan.
"Not glum. Just don't understand the point of being here." Pan replied bitterly as she stood up, read to leave to go to her and Trunks' room.
"Fine Pan. I've tried year after year to somehow restore our friendship, but it's not working. I give up Pan. I give up." Bra replied, struggling to keep her voice down as she walked towards Trunks.
Trunks stared in disbeleif. He really had ruined her life. Not only had he broken her heart, he had changed her and made her cold. What had he done? Bra cleared her throat loudly.
"Trunks. I know I've never asked you about this...but It's about time I knew. What exactly happened?" Bra asked sadly.
"What happened when?" Trunks asked innocently knowing well what she was talking about.
"Do you need me to spell it out for you Trunks?" Bra shouted frustratedly.
Trunks sighed. It was about time he told someone.
"I said some stuff that I...I didn't mean." Trunks said quietly, as he stood up.
"Like..?" Bra asked grabbing his arm and pulling him back to his chair.
"I've told you enough! Leave me be!" Trunks snarled as he easily escaped Bra's grip.
Trunks walked frustratedly back to the room he and Pan shared, forgetting that Pan had gone there just a few minutes ago.
Bra stared after Trunks. Why wouldn't he tell her anything? What could he have possibly said? Besides Pan was a rational person. Wait. No she wasn't. She was a passionate force full of emotional explosions. Bra shook her head at those thoughts. She never thought she could analyse people so well.
***
Trunks walked into the room without thinking. He looked up just in time to see a naked, pissed Pan.
"Do you know what the word 'Knock' means?" She demanded angrily as she stared at him.
"Uh..." Trunks trailed off he began to blush.
"Well are you going to quit staring at me!?" She screamed.
Trunks turned around and ran out the door, shutting it behind him. He leaned against the door taking a deep breath. He didn't know what to think. Pan was so beautiful, yet he had rejected her and said that she was too young to know what love was. Yet, people could know what love was at a younger age and he didn't know what love felt like either. He sighed in defeat. Maybe if he made it up to her, maybe then they could at least be friends. Although Trunks wanted to be more than that, of course he shook those thoughts out of his head.
Suddenly, crash. Pan had opened the door. Pan surpressed a giggle, she was suppose to hate him afterall. Instead she glared down at him before walking back down to the party. Trunks helped himself up and walked into the room they were sharing. He didn't know why and he knew it was wrong, but he wanted to see the sort of stuff she had.
He walked in and an overwhelming smell hit him. It wasn't perfume, it was just...Pan. It smelled sweet, like fresh and ripe mangoes. He shook any thoughts of her out of his head as he began to go through her bag. His conscience kicked in.
*This is wrong. This is wrong. This is VERY wrong. If you're trying to win her friendship then why are you going through her bag? Hmm Trunks?*
Trunks frowned in frustration, his conscience fighting his mind and curiousity. He paused, his hands midway in her bag, frozen in that position. Finally Trunks managed to fight his conscience down.
*How is this making it up to her Trunks? Don't you love her? Why are you doing this to somebody you love?*
(AN: NO TRUNKS IS NOT A SCHITZO ehehehe soz maybe you might have thought she was a schitzo..well he's not..it's just his conscience Ok on to the story)
Trunks stopped at the bottom of her back. Something hard and smooth was there. He felt around some more. It felt like a book. He pulled it out, on the cover it had in gold calligraphy letters, Pan. He walked towards the door, eyes still on the book, and locked it (not that it would keep out a saiyijin but…still). He sat down on his bed and opened to the first page. In neat handwriting, there was a poem,
The pain and hardship of heartbreak,
I never knew I'd have to take,
Not till today I knew,
That I was such a fool for loving you,
I gave you my heart,
You shoved it back,
You said heartbreaking things,
Because a conscience is what you lack,
Five years.
Smudges were all over the page and this particular page was crispy, it had been read over and cried on many times. Trunks read it over and over including the bottom caption. "Five years". Five years ago was when he had broken her heart...
*Kuso!*
He turned to the next page.
6/5/96 (AN: I made it five years ago for us...since I couldn't think of a date...=o)
Dear Journal,
I can't put down what I'm feeling in words. It's indescribable. It's indescribable sadness. Since my life is at a turning point I'm writing to you. I'll call you a journal…diary is too girly. It feels good to get my feelings out. Can't tell Bra now, don't want her to hate her brother...or do something worse like lock us in a room and make us sort our feelings out. My feelings are sorted. I hate him. I don't want to talk to anyone, in fact I have no one to talk to but you and uncle Goten. But, Uncle Goten wouldn't understand and he'd probably work with Bra, trying to get us together or something. I envy Bra. Goten loves her. For who she is. They know It's love. They'll probably get married soon. Lucky them. Well I feel like crying now, I can't get those words out of my head and I know I never will.
'you're too young'
'silly little crush'
They keep repeating inside my head like an echo. I can't get it out. In fact I can't get out that whole scene. It will be there forever I know it. It's going to haunt me. I hope I don't go insane. And you won't believe it, after all that happened today, I still love him. I'm destined to be lonely. A one sided bond probably. Well write again whenever something interesting happens in this depressing life of mine. I'll go now, I feel another round of tears coming.
Umm..peace out?
Trunks read that and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. No, more than a pang of guilt, more like a tsunami of guilt. He felt like he was drowning in guilt. Dying slowly. He glanced down at the page again, there were even more smudges than the page with the poem. He didn't want to read anymore. He knew enough. He snapped the book shut and placed it back into her bag, he sighed.
*Why did you say those things? Where was I when this happened? Or did you not have me then? Like that poem says? "Lack Of a Conscience"*
Author's Notes: Good? Bad? Hope you like, oh and if you want me to inform you when I update this, just tell me in the review! Email would be good too, but It's okay if you don't I can look you up in the author's directory thingy. Well, I don't know what I'm going to do next, Pan's world or Trunks'. Oh and about You've Got Mail, I've gone braindead on that. I have nooooooo Idea what to put next, I've gone halfway through the next chapter and I don't really like it. If you have any ideas please tell me. Well till next time.
Author's Notes: Well here is the next chapter and this time it's in the Master of Love's point of view. That's right, Trunks himself. Well let's see what he feels about the whole situation now hmm? Oh and sorry if this chap seems short! =o)
Trunks stared as Pan walked through the door in a dress. Yes a dress. He had half a mind to ask her where she had taken the real Pan. But remembered what had happened and that they weren't...friends anymore. As much as it pained him to remember what he had said to her, he remembered, almost everyday he relived it. Mentally killing himself slowly. He had lost a true friend.
Trunks' jaw literally dropped when he realised how short it was and how high the slits went. It showed a little cleavage too. Pan did have a figure and Trunks was only realising that now. She shot him and icy glare as she realised he was staring at her. Trunks scowled and stormed off.
Just when Trunks thought it couldn't get worse, they were going to be roomed together. Even though there were many rooms in CC, Bulma liked to put two people together so that the other wouldn't feel lonely. Bulma, of course, didn't realise the hatred and tension between the two and put them in the same room. Or maybe, she did know and she was trying to make them fix their friendship and lives. But that was impossible, no one but Pan, his father and himself actually knew what was going on. Maybe Videl and Gohan did too, slightly.
Trunks sighed frustratedly as he watched Pan sit all alone. After what he did to her, she kept herself distant, as if afraid that if she became close again, she would suffer all over again. Trunks continued to watch as she fiddled with her fingers and stood there alone. Bra walked up to her. He strained his Saiyajin ears to hear their conversation. He could barely hear it.
"Hey Pan! I hardly get to see you nowadays!" Bra chirped happily.
"Hey." Pan muttered unenthusiastically.
"Why so glum? It's Christmas!" Bra still attempted to get to Pan.
"Not glum. Just don't understand the point of being here." Pan replied bitterly as she stood up, read to leave to go to her and Trunks' room.
"Fine Pan. I've tried year after year to somehow restore our friendship, but it's not working. I give up Pan. I give up." Bra replied, struggling to keep her voice down as she walked towards Trunks.
Trunks stared in disbeleif. He really had ruined her life. Not only had he broken her heart, he had changed her and made her cold. What had he done? Bra cleared her throat loudly.
"Trunks. I know I've never asked you about this...but It's about time I knew. What exactly happened?" Bra asked sadly.
"What happened when?" Trunks asked innocently knowing well what she was talking about.
"Do you need me to spell it out for you Trunks?" Bra shouted frustratedly.
Trunks sighed. It was about time he told someone.
"I said some stuff that I...I didn't mean." Trunks said quietly, as he stood up.
"Like..?" Bra asked grabbing his arm and pulling him back to his chair.
"I've told you enough! Leave me be!" Trunks snarled as he easily escaped Bra's grip.
Trunks walked frustratedly back to the room he and Pan shared, forgetting that Pan had gone there just a few minutes ago.
Bra stared after Trunks. Why wouldn't he tell her anything? What could he have possibly said? Besides Pan was a rational person. Wait. No she wasn't. She was a passionate force full of emotional explosions. Bra shook her head at those thoughts. She never thought she could analyse people so well.
***
Trunks walked into the room without thinking. He looked up just in time to see a naked, pissed Pan.
"Do you know what the word 'Knock' means?" She demanded angrily as she stared at him.
"Uh..." Trunks trailed off he began to blush.
"Well are you going to quit staring at me!?" She screamed.
Trunks turned around and ran out the door, shutting it behind him. He leaned against the door taking a deep breath. He didn't know what to think. Pan was so beautiful, yet he had rejected her and said that she was too young to know what love was. Yet, people could know what love was at a younger age and he didn't know what love felt like either. He sighed in defeat. Maybe if he made it up to her, maybe then they could at least be friends. Although Trunks wanted to be more than that, of course he shook those thoughts out of his head.
Suddenly, crash. Pan had opened the door. Pan surpressed a giggle, she was suppose to hate him afterall. Instead she glared down at him before walking back down to the party. Trunks helped himself up and walked into the room they were sharing. He didn't know why and he knew it was wrong, but he wanted to see the sort of stuff she had.
He walked in and an overwhelming smell hit him. It wasn't perfume, it was just...Pan. It smelled sweet, like fresh and ripe mangoes. He shook any thoughts of her out of his head as he began to go through her bag. His conscience kicked in.
*This is wrong. This is wrong. This is VERY wrong. If you're trying to win her friendship then why are you going through her bag? Hmm Trunks?*
Trunks frowned in frustration, his conscience fighting his mind and curiousity. He paused, his hands midway in her bag, frozen in that position. Finally Trunks managed to fight his conscience down.
*How is this making it up to her Trunks? Don't you love her? Why are you doing this to somebody you love?*
(AN: NO TRUNKS IS NOT A SCHITZO ehehehe soz maybe you might have thought she was a schitzo..well he's not..it's just his conscience Ok on to the story)
Trunks stopped at the bottom of her back. Something hard and smooth was there. He felt around some more. It felt like a book. He pulled it out, on the cover it had in gold calligraphy letters, Pan. He walked towards the door, eyes still on the book, and locked it (not that it would keep out a saiyijin but…still). He sat down on his bed and opened to the first page. In neat handwriting, there was a poem,
The pain and hardship of heartbreak,
I never knew I'd have to take,
Not till today I knew,
That I was such a fool for loving you,
I gave you my heart,
You shoved it back,
You said heartbreaking things,
Because a conscience is what you lack,
Five years.
Smudges were all over the page and this particular page was crispy, it had been read over and cried on many times. Trunks read it over and over including the bottom caption. "Five years". Five years ago was when he had broken her heart...
*Kuso!*
He turned to the next page.
6/5/96 (AN: I made it five years ago for us...since I couldn't think of a date...=o)
Dear Journal,
I can't put down what I'm feeling in words. It's indescribable. It's indescribable sadness. Since my life is at a turning point I'm writing to you. I'll call you a journal…diary is too girly. It feels good to get my feelings out. Can't tell Bra now, don't want her to hate her brother...or do something worse like lock us in a room and make us sort our feelings out. My feelings are sorted. I hate him. I don't want to talk to anyone, in fact I have no one to talk to but you and uncle Goten. But, Uncle Goten wouldn't understand and he'd probably work with Bra, trying to get us together or something. I envy Bra. Goten loves her. For who she is. They know It's love. They'll probably get married soon. Lucky them. Well I feel like crying now, I can't get those words out of my head and I know I never will.
'you're too young'
'silly little crush'
They keep repeating inside my head like an echo. I can't get it out. In fact I can't get out that whole scene. It will be there forever I know it. It's going to haunt me. I hope I don't go insane. And you won't believe it, after all that happened today, I still love him. I'm destined to be lonely. A one sided bond probably. Well write again whenever something interesting happens in this depressing life of mine. I'll go now, I feel another round of tears coming.
Umm..peace out?
Trunks read that and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. No, more than a pang of guilt, more like a tsunami of guilt. He felt like he was drowning in guilt. Dying slowly. He glanced down at the page again, there were even more smudges than the page with the poem. He didn't want to read anymore. He knew enough. He snapped the book shut and placed it back into her bag, he sighed.
*Why did you say those things? Where was I when this happened? Or did you not have me then? Like that poem says? "Lack Of a Conscience"*
Author's Notes: Good? Bad? Hope you like, oh and if you want me to inform you when I update this, just tell me in the review! Email would be good too, but It's okay if you don't I can look you up in the author's directory thingy. Well, I don't know what I'm going to do next, Pan's world or Trunks'. Oh and about You've Got Mail, I've gone braindead on that. I have nooooooo Idea what to put next, I've gone halfway through the next chapter and I don't really like it. If you have any ideas please tell me. Well till next time.