I know some of you guys were a little confused with who was getting married to Goten.
This next chapter should clear everything up :D
Chapter Two
Trunks and I walked through the mall side-by-side. I knew everyone thought we were a
couple, the girls giving me the evil eye as I walked with him was a big clue. I didn't pay
them any mind though. That had absolutely no idea about Trunks and I…or about Trunks
for that matter. His heart belonged to someone else, and he was simply my best friend.
Despite all the strength I possessed, all the bags I was carrying began to feel heavy after
lugging them around all day. I must have looked really tired because Trunks seemed
concerned. He pushed me over to a bench and made he sit down, taking the bags out of
my hands. "Are you ok," he asked, sitting next to me. I actually felt quite flushed, but I
didn't know why. "I'm ok," I lied. "Just a little headache." I didn't want him to be
worried about me, he didn't have time for that, with his wedding being so soon. I stood
up and grabbed my bags, as if I felt perfectly fine. "Let's get going. I bet Bra wants to see
what we bought!" Trunks shook his head and took my bags away again. "No, let's go get
something to eat first. I bet that's what's wrong." How could I argue with that? I
shrugged my shoulders and smiled and he led the way to the food court.
We had decided to pick up some Friar Tucks, just to have something different. It was
rather good, even though the chicken tasted just like KFC's. I munched on my fries as
Trunks sipped on his Faygo cola. He looked at me strangely as I popped a hush puppy in
my mouth. I couldn't help but to gaze back at him. He had let his hair grow long again,
and it flowed in lavender locks to his shoulders. His eyes were this still-water blue,
appearing as crystals. He brushed his hair away from his face and smiled at me. For the
first time, I realized how handsome this man was. I mean, I knew he was, but it never
struck me like this before. I shook my head at the foolish thoughts I was having. Of
course he was handsome, that's why he was so popular with the girls…and the boys. I
was just so busy always fighting with him or fooling around, I never paid him any
attention. I laughed to myself and finished off my meal. Trunks continued to look at me
with those stark blue eyes. I simply couldn't take it anymore. "What is it?! Is there food
on my face or something," I snapped, slightly agitated. He stopped sipping on his pop and
placed it on the table. I felt kinda bad for yelling at him. "I'm sorry, you were just making
me uncomfortable," I apologized, folding my arms and leaning back in my chair. He
laughed heartily and tapped me on my shoulder. "You have got to be kidding me? I was
just looking at you, how could that make you uncomfortable? Oh, don't tell me you have
a crush on me, Pan. Oh, no," he said, standing up from his chair, "my best friend is in
love with me!" He said it in a tone so that the whole food court could hear. Of course he
was joking, but for some reason it didn't sit right with me. I felt my cheeks burn as eyes
landing on me. I slouched in my chair and pulled Trunks down by his pants, sitting him
down. He couldn't stop laughing. I knew he was only joking, he knew I wasn't in love
with him.
I sat back up and leaned towards him. "So, what did you want to know, Trunks? You
wouldn't look at me like that for nothing. He chuckled and brought the straw back to his
mouth. "I was hoping I wasn't that obvious. Well, I wanted to know what type of Tux my
baby is going to wear. I know Bra has been helping Goten pick out everything, and I
know Bra has told you everything…so spill the beans!" I jumped back and giggled like a
schoolgirl. He knew I couldn't tell him what Goten was wearing, it wouldn't be fair. I
shook my head at him and smiled. "No, you will find out when he walks down the isle.
It's supposed to be a surprise. Why do you want to know what your groom is wearing
anyway?" Trunks looked away and a small smile ran across his face as if he was having a
pleasant thought. "Well, I don't want to clash with him or anything. What if I wear white
and he wears some crazy color like fuchsia," he said, attempting to defend himself. I
rolled my eyes at him and sipped at my own pop. Could he have been any more pathetic?
He smiled nervously, sensing that I didn't buy his little 'dilemma' act. Finally, he gave up
and told me the truth. "Ok, I want to know if he's wearing my favorite color somewhere
on his tux. I know it's silly…but I always thought it would be special if he wore…" I
coughed and continued for him, "…if he wore a Lilac boutonniere." His eyes grew large
and he placed his arms around me. The embrace was rather sweet, and I eagerly returned
it. "I knew he'd remember," he said. I shook my head and basked in the hug. For some
reason, I did not want to let him go.
Later that night, we arrived back at his house. Only Bra was home when we got in. She
was still busy rummaging through all the things we had bought. Trunks and I had long
since changed into our nightclothes and curled up on the couch to watch a movie. He was
leaned up against the couch and I was lying on his chest. It was the arrangement we had
since I was a little girl. The movie he rented was quite boring. It was called,
"Dude…Where's My Car?" and it totally reeked. I had nestled quite comfortably on
Trunks and he placed his arm around me. I must admit, I hadn't noticed how wonderful
his touch had felt. I had closed my eyes, feeling relaxed, when I felt his hand go under
my shirt and his fingers trace my skin. My muscled tensed up. That heat I had felt a few
days ago came back, but it was more intense this time. His fingers trailed along my side
and up to the edge of my bra. He slipped a finger under the band and my heart stopped.
SNAP! He had popped the elastic against my skin. It was more startling than painful, but
I still leapt up and wailed. Enraged, I faked punched him continuously in the chest.
Laughing, he grabbed me by the wrists and began tickling me. I tried to pull away by
kicking him, all the while laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he bear-hugged me and
slammed he onto the couch. He released one hand and proceeded giving me a painful
noogie. I cried out in surrender and he collapsed on top of me. Our laughing died down to
chuckles as we both caught our breath. At some point in the mock battle, we both used
our real strength, and it took a bit out of both of us. I felt the length of his body against
my mine, and it made me shudder. Strands of his silky hair mixed with mine on my
forehead, partially blocking my vision. I could feel everything, but mostly his cheat
heaving up and down, the air he exhaled blowing against the back of my neck. I realized
that warmth I felt was arousal and the other feeling…was love. Trunks tightened his grip
around me and whispered, "I love you, Panny," in my ear. I knew which love he meant. It
was the love he had always felt for me, the friendship love we had shared for so long. The
love I now felt was different…and could never be reciprocated.
Well, did you like? I wonder what's going to happen now? Will she tell him how she
feels, even though she knows he doesn't feel the same?
This next chapter should clear everything up :D
Chapter Two
Trunks and I walked through the mall side-by-side. I knew everyone thought we were a
couple, the girls giving me the evil eye as I walked with him was a big clue. I didn't pay
them any mind though. That had absolutely no idea about Trunks and I…or about Trunks
for that matter. His heart belonged to someone else, and he was simply my best friend.
Despite all the strength I possessed, all the bags I was carrying began to feel heavy after
lugging them around all day. I must have looked really tired because Trunks seemed
concerned. He pushed me over to a bench and made he sit down, taking the bags out of
my hands. "Are you ok," he asked, sitting next to me. I actually felt quite flushed, but I
didn't know why. "I'm ok," I lied. "Just a little headache." I didn't want him to be
worried about me, he didn't have time for that, with his wedding being so soon. I stood
up and grabbed my bags, as if I felt perfectly fine. "Let's get going. I bet Bra wants to see
what we bought!" Trunks shook his head and took my bags away again. "No, let's go get
something to eat first. I bet that's what's wrong." How could I argue with that? I
shrugged my shoulders and smiled and he led the way to the food court.
We had decided to pick up some Friar Tucks, just to have something different. It was
rather good, even though the chicken tasted just like KFC's. I munched on my fries as
Trunks sipped on his Faygo cola. He looked at me strangely as I popped a hush puppy in
my mouth. I couldn't help but to gaze back at him. He had let his hair grow long again,
and it flowed in lavender locks to his shoulders. His eyes were this still-water blue,
appearing as crystals. He brushed his hair away from his face and smiled at me. For the
first time, I realized how handsome this man was. I mean, I knew he was, but it never
struck me like this before. I shook my head at the foolish thoughts I was having. Of
course he was handsome, that's why he was so popular with the girls…and the boys. I
was just so busy always fighting with him or fooling around, I never paid him any
attention. I laughed to myself and finished off my meal. Trunks continued to look at me
with those stark blue eyes. I simply couldn't take it anymore. "What is it?! Is there food
on my face or something," I snapped, slightly agitated. He stopped sipping on his pop and
placed it on the table. I felt kinda bad for yelling at him. "I'm sorry, you were just making
me uncomfortable," I apologized, folding my arms and leaning back in my chair. He
laughed heartily and tapped me on my shoulder. "You have got to be kidding me? I was
just looking at you, how could that make you uncomfortable? Oh, don't tell me you have
a crush on me, Pan. Oh, no," he said, standing up from his chair, "my best friend is in
love with me!" He said it in a tone so that the whole food court could hear. Of course he
was joking, but for some reason it didn't sit right with me. I felt my cheeks burn as eyes
landing on me. I slouched in my chair and pulled Trunks down by his pants, sitting him
down. He couldn't stop laughing. I knew he was only joking, he knew I wasn't in love
with him.
I sat back up and leaned towards him. "So, what did you want to know, Trunks? You
wouldn't look at me like that for nothing. He chuckled and brought the straw back to his
mouth. "I was hoping I wasn't that obvious. Well, I wanted to know what type of Tux my
baby is going to wear. I know Bra has been helping Goten pick out everything, and I
know Bra has told you everything…so spill the beans!" I jumped back and giggled like a
schoolgirl. He knew I couldn't tell him what Goten was wearing, it wouldn't be fair. I
shook my head at him and smiled. "No, you will find out when he walks down the isle.
It's supposed to be a surprise. Why do you want to know what your groom is wearing
anyway?" Trunks looked away and a small smile ran across his face as if he was having a
pleasant thought. "Well, I don't want to clash with him or anything. What if I wear white
and he wears some crazy color like fuchsia," he said, attempting to defend himself. I
rolled my eyes at him and sipped at my own pop. Could he have been any more pathetic?
He smiled nervously, sensing that I didn't buy his little 'dilemma' act. Finally, he gave up
and told me the truth. "Ok, I want to know if he's wearing my favorite color somewhere
on his tux. I know it's silly…but I always thought it would be special if he wore…" I
coughed and continued for him, "…if he wore a Lilac boutonniere." His eyes grew large
and he placed his arms around me. The embrace was rather sweet, and I eagerly returned
it. "I knew he'd remember," he said. I shook my head and basked in the hug. For some
reason, I did not want to let him go.
Later that night, we arrived back at his house. Only Bra was home when we got in. She
was still busy rummaging through all the things we had bought. Trunks and I had long
since changed into our nightclothes and curled up on the couch to watch a movie. He was
leaned up against the couch and I was lying on his chest. It was the arrangement we had
since I was a little girl. The movie he rented was quite boring. It was called,
"Dude…Where's My Car?" and it totally reeked. I had nestled quite comfortably on
Trunks and he placed his arm around me. I must admit, I hadn't noticed how wonderful
his touch had felt. I had closed my eyes, feeling relaxed, when I felt his hand go under
my shirt and his fingers trace my skin. My muscled tensed up. That heat I had felt a few
days ago came back, but it was more intense this time. His fingers trailed along my side
and up to the edge of my bra. He slipped a finger under the band and my heart stopped.
SNAP! He had popped the elastic against my skin. It was more startling than painful, but
I still leapt up and wailed. Enraged, I faked punched him continuously in the chest.
Laughing, he grabbed me by the wrists and began tickling me. I tried to pull away by
kicking him, all the while laughing uncontrollably. Finally, he bear-hugged me and
slammed he onto the couch. He released one hand and proceeded giving me a painful
noogie. I cried out in surrender and he collapsed on top of me. Our laughing died down to
chuckles as we both caught our breath. At some point in the mock battle, we both used
our real strength, and it took a bit out of both of us. I felt the length of his body against
my mine, and it made me shudder. Strands of his silky hair mixed with mine on my
forehead, partially blocking my vision. I could feel everything, but mostly his cheat
heaving up and down, the air he exhaled blowing against the back of my neck. I realized
that warmth I felt was arousal and the other feeling…was love. Trunks tightened his grip
around me and whispered, "I love you, Panny," in my ear. I knew which love he meant. It
was the love he had always felt for me, the friendship love we had shared for so long. The
love I now felt was different…and could never be reciprocated.
Well, did you like? I wonder what's going to happen now? Will she tell him how she
feels, even though she knows he doesn't feel the same?
