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Authors Note - Ok here's Part two of "Never Too Late", enjoy!
~*Never Too Late*~
Dear Diary,
My wedding day, Is like in 1 week, I can't wait! I'll be wearing my beautiful long gown, with my soon-to-be husband by my side then I look into his handsome face and say "I do", That will be the most happiest day of my life. Speaking of lives, Trunks has been a little depressed lately. I wonder what's eating him. Ever since we went to the mall about 3 weeks ago, its like he just died. He never calls or picks up his cell phone, Bra tells me that If he's not working his behind off at work he's at home spending his whole day in the gravity room over exerting himself . Man, he's got me worried sick, what If he can't make it to my wedding, Its hurting me seeing him like this. I've gotta find out what's wrong with him!
Pan sighed and put her diary in a shoebox in the closet under five other shoeboxes. She let herself fall on her bed for a while. Then her phone rang.
It might be Trunks, thought Pan. "Hello?"
"Hey beautiful", said her soon-to-be husband on the other line
"Hey", said Pan almost disappointedly. "What's up?."
"I'm gonna pick you up tonight and were going to an expensive restaurant, nothing much", he said jokingly.
"Really!, what time," asked Pan with excitement
"Hmmn... howabout' at 7", he said. "That ok with you?"
"Perfect, that would give me about 4 hours to get ready", said Pan in a perky tone. "So watcha' doin'?."
"Thinking about how gorgeous my wife would look in her gown, and how every one would be jealous," he said cockily.
Pan blushed and giggled. "Now I remember why I'm marrying you."
"Well anyway see you tonight, I gotta go, bye beautiful," he said, then he hung up.
Pan immediately dialed Bra's number, and someone picked up, but instead of hearing a bright cheery female voice, she heard a dark depressing male voice.
"Trunks is that you, you sound awful", said Pan in worry.
There was a long pause. "Hold on I'll get Bra on the phone", said Trunks depressingly, then he dropped the phone to call Bra.
"Bu--, what's up with him", said Pan.
"Hi!", said the bright cheery female voice that Pan had expected before. "What does the bride-to-be want this evening?"
"Oh nothing, just for you to come over and help me pick an outfit to go to an expensive restaurant with my almost-husband," said Pan.
"I'll be there in like two minutes", said Bra
"Oh, and another thing what's the info on Trunks?," asked Pan. "His voice, its so..
"Cold," said Bra finishing her sentence. "He's been like that lately, even my dad is starting to worry, he says it has something to do with this bonding thing, I dunno".
"Ooh, you know what, I'm gettin' married and that's all that matters", said Pan suddenly sounding happy. "I'm not going to let my self get depressed over nothing, he' gonna be fine, now get over here and help me find an outfit.
"I'll be right over!," said Bra perkily. "I'm gonna' bring a few outfits with me If you don't mind.
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"You look, wow", said Keith, standing in front of the door eying Pan.
"Hey thanks, you don't look too bad yourself", said Pan.
"Alright lets go," said Keith as he put an arm out for Pan. She gladly excepted and they walked towards his convertible. They drove for a while until they got there.
" This place is so....French", said Pan as she stepped in the restaurant.
"Cause' It's a French restaurant, you like?," said Keith as he pulled out a chair for her to sit.
" It's..it's...nice," said Pan feeling like she didn't belong there around all these rich people. "Its nice".
"So Pan, you nervous about the "Big Day","said Keith. "Cause' I know I am".
Pan fiddled with her fingers a bit. "Yeah..a little," admitted Pan. "But there's nothing to be worried about". Sure there's nothing to be worried about, your weddings in a few days, you have no flowers, didn't hire a caterer, your man of honor is having some kind of mental brake down and........
" Hello, are you in there," said Keith as he waved his hands in her face to bring her back to reality.
"Sorry," said Pan sheepishly. "Did you hire a caterer yet?," asked Pan.
"Yup, I also got red roses," said Keith all proud of himself.
"You said I could decide, I didn't want red roses, I wanted white ones," said Pan steaming up a little.
"Don't know what to say to you, but I like red roses, and its more traditional in my family," said Keith.
"Excuse me?," said Pan getting madder by the second. "This is my wedding to, what makes you think I give a crap about tradition in your family."
"If your going to marry me, you have to give a crap about tradition in my family ," said Keith getting angry. " Like it or not my family and their tradition will have a big part of this wedding!"
"That is If we have one," mumbled Pan under her breath.
"Excuse me," said Keith raising his voice a little.
"Nothing," sighed Pan. "I just want to go home, now".
"Fine," said Keith sounding irritated. He asked for the bill, paid it then got up and left.
Stupid asshole, thought Pan as she got up and headed to the car. For the rest of the night the didn't stay a word to each other, till he dropped Pan home and she muttered bye to him.
"Sweetie, why are you home so early," said Videl.
Pan felt so frustrated and angry she didn't bother answering, she went straight to her room and closed the door. She took off her dress, put on her PJ's and and let herself fall on her bead. She then decided to call Bra.
"Hello," said Bra as she picked up the phone.
"Hi," sighed Pan. "What's up?."
"Uh oh! You got something to tell me," said Bra jokingly. "Spill it!"
"Me and Keith got into a little fight," said Pan. "He and his family are practically in charge of the whole friggin wedding, I'm surprised I got to choose the man of honor."
"Speakin'a' man of honor, I don't think Trunks will be up to it, he's been in a mess lately," said Bra sadly. "Now that he's off from work all he does is train, its scary."
"So what your saying is, that Trunks might not come?," said Pan in slight panic. "What's wrong with him!".
"I dunno, but lets talk about your situation", said Bra. "How' ya gonna solve this problem?."
"Ugh, Bra I don't know, I'm tired, let me stop burdening you with my problems, ok?," said Pan in frustration. "Bye."
"Ok, bye", said Bra. Then they hung up.
Pan went in to the closet got her diary and a gel pen and started writing..
Yet another crazy day for Son Pan. My life is so bizarre, there's nothing any one can do for me, I'm totally screwed. But still, I'm getting married.....I mean that's a good thing. But there is one person I can't stop thinking about...Trunks...That purple haired freak is making life miserable for me even though I haven't seen him in more than 3 weeks. This is not normal for him, he's usually so happy, hardly anything can get him depressed, and now....he's a wreck. I can't imagine getting married and Trunks not being there, that would be the worst thing that could happen, he's like my best friend not to mention my childhood crush.....ok I wouldn't call It a crush I'd call it an obsession, but still, I can't see my self getting married without Trunks there, It would just feel.....wrong, but why am I making such a big deal Its not like he's the groom.. ..I...could get married without him. Man! damn you Trunks!
Pan got tired and put her diary under her bead, and tried to fall asleep, but all she could think about was Trunks.
Authors Note - There it goes, remember review!!
