Break- Epilogue
by Tanyaneko
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, Dragon Ball (and Z/Gt) are not mine, and neither are the characters. And I'm not making any money off of this. Song used is the last half of You're Gone by Matchbox 20.
A/N: A big happy thank you to everyone who has been reading this and thank you to all the reviewers too. Happy Holidays!
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Trunks stared at Pan's empty chair, wondering what she was really talking to Bra about in the bathroom. Suddenly, a song started playing itself in his head.
I bet you're hard to get over
I bet the room just won't shine
I bet my hands I can stay here
I bet you need - more than you mind
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - that I know too much
I can't relate and that's a problem
I'm feeling
If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home
There's an awful lot of breathing room
But I can hardly move
If you're gone - baby you need to come home
cuz there's a little bit of something me
In everything in you
I think you're so mean - I think we should try
I think I could need - this in my life
I think I'm just scared - do I talk too much
I know it's wrong it's a problem I'm dealing
He felt an odd sense of déjà vu, as if it had happened before, but that couldn't be possible… Stupid song doesn't have to be so damned relevant. I don't need this right now!
But then Pan walked back into the room, and somehow he knew that everything would be all right. Not just then, she'd have to still be with her boyfriend, but eventually. Someday, everything would be all right.
********6 months later- Summer Vacation********
"Bra! I'm going to go pick Pan up at the airport. Are you sure you don't want to come?" Trunks asked his sister.
"No," she grinned, "I think it should just be you."
He shrugged. "For an annoying little sister, you're not that bad. Thanks, Bra!" Without waiting for her to comment, he ran out the door.
Pan exited the gate and looked around on tiptoe, searching for him in the crowd. Trunks, where are you? You promised, double promised! You said you'd make it up to me, so where are you? She almost jumped when she felt someone grab her from behind. "Trunks! Why couldn't you just show up, wave, and walk up to me, like a normal person?"
He shrugged. "I'm not normal."
"I dumped my boyfriend."
He didn't look surprised in the least. She wondered about that.
"So you're not getting married to him, then?"
"No. And I have no intention of getting married anytime soon."
"Really? That's too bad because I was planning on asking you…" he showed her the velvet box. "But if you don't feel like it…"
Pan gasped and reached for it, but he held it over her head and out of her reach. "Trunks! Why can't you just get down on your knee and propose like a normal person?"
He smirked, that still-so-sexy smirk, and replied, "I already told you. I'm not normal."
But then he got down on his knee, and every screen in the entire airport flashed with: PAN, WILL YOU MARRY ME? And the airport's loudspeaker boomed with his prerecorded voice saying the exact same thing. He looked up at her and a grin crossed his face as he remarked, "Interesting what you can get people to do if you pay them enough money… so what do you say?"
"Yes, Trunks, yes, I'll marry you!" she cried, and watched with tearing eyes as he slid the sparkling diamond ring on her finger.
But when he got up, she thought of something and looked at him suspiciously. "Why did you bring an engagement ring if you didn't know if I'd dumped my boyfriend or not?"
"Heh…heh…" he rubbed his neck and grinned sheepishly, "Bra kinda told me…"
Pan nodded. "Of course. Trunks, darling, we're going to have a little talk about all this spying and stealing and sneaking that you've been doing recently…"
Trunks sighed the sigh of one who knew he was doomed. "By talk, you mean, you're going to use me as a punching bag while screaming in my face, right?"
"Ah, so perceptive. One of the things I love about you."
"Since you love me, can you skip the beating? I mean, your father is probably going to murder me, and my dad is most likely going to help…"
"Not a chance."
"Why can't you just settle for verbal abuse like a normal person? Bruises stay longer than the ringing in my ears."
"You said it yourself, Trunks. You're not normal, and neither am I."
"I love you, Pan."
"I love you too, Trunks." She grinned and gave him a hug before whispering in his ear, "That doesn't mean you're getting out of anything," and she laughed as he muttered about how he was doomed.
THE END
