Sorry it took me so long to update. I had a bad case of writer's block, but I hope this
chapter makes up for it :D
Chapter Eight
The morning sun had just started to peak over the flat, blue horizon. The only
distortion coming from the vapor trail I left behind. Flying over the vast, blue ocean had
been a calming experience, but now I had to reenter reality. I crossed the crystal water,
speeding back toward Tokyo, I dreaded what was waiting there for me. The past twenty-
four hours had been a stomach- churning roller coaster ride, which I was stuck on. I
didn't know what to expect when my feet touched down on the sandy beach not too far
from Capsule Corp. A cool wind blew past me, making a most hair graze my face.
Unthinking, I brushed the locks behind my ear and lifted my bare feet off the grainy sand.
I would go home first and think later.
I flew into my window and stepped inside. The first thing that caught my attention was
my bed, still unmade from the day before. How long ago that seemed. As I walked across
the room, I removed my clothes and grabbed a fresh towel from my drawer. Digging
deeper I noticed a bottle and picked it up.
Shower Gel.
Shaking my head, I wrapped the towel around my body and made my way to the
bathroom, toting the gel. Walking down the hall, I felt something…something that wasn't
right. My senses where tingling, a feeling I hadn't felt since my journey to help Grandpa.
It was just…evil.
I suppressed my ki, placing the gel bottle on the floor and stalked down my stairs. I was
getting closer, the feeling more intense, but I just couldn't figure out what it was. Taking
a risk, I placed two fingers on my forehead, and teleported to my living room.
Nothing.
Perhaps it was just my imagination. I turned around to leave when I felt something move
behind me. Before I could react, an arm was around my neck, restricting my breathing. I
raised my hands to the arm, trying to pry it from me. This was not a typical attacker.
They were strong, too strong. Swiftly, I butted my head into my attackers and quickly
spun into my fighting stance. I nearly fainted when I saw who it was.
"Why," Goten yelled at me, tears streaming down his face.
He knew.
"You little slut! Why did you do it," he screamed at the top of his lungs, lunging toward
me. I didn't know how to react. Before I knew it, his hands where around my neck,
slamming me into the wall. I had to do something, anything. His energy was full of pain
and hurt. I couldn't blame him.
"Goten," I said as I began prying his eager fingers from my tender neck. "Goten, calm
down."
Increasing his power, he pushed me harder into the wall. If I had been a typical human, it
would have probably hurt, but I knew he was no where near at full power. This was a
dangerous situation, it had to be remedied. But how?
"You slept with my fiancé, and you want me to calm down," he said sarcastically.
"Surely you jest!"
He continued to push me further into the wall, making it crack. With his hands still
around my throat, I phased behind him and held a pressure point in his neck. I had to
calm him down, immediately.
"Goten, listen to me. It wasn't supposed to happen. I was a mistake, I feel awful!"
He struggled to get free, but the more he moved, the more pressure I applied, and it had a
crippling effect. Technique is as important as strength. As I felt his ki decreased, I let him
go and he stumbled backwards, rubbing the sore point of his neck. I held my towel up to
my body, but I still did not let my guard down. After a moment, Goten turned to me, his
chest heaving, hate in his eyes. This was not going to be easy. Instantly, I powered up and
prepared to fight.
"STOP IT, NOW," Trunks yelled from my front door.
In a lavender blur, Trunks restrained Goten, who was still clawing for me. The pair
struggled for a moment, but my uncle slowly began to tire against Trunks' strength…or
maybe he just lost interest in killing me. He released Goten, who shrugged him off, as if
he were disgusted by his touch.
"Don't touch me ever again," Goten said to his lover…well, former lover. Trunks sighed
and walked over to him.
"Look, I had to tell you. I know you're mad, but that's no excuse to try to harm Pan," he
said firmly. Goten just stormed passed Trunks and walked out the door. Just what the
fuck would happen next? Who knew about me and Trunks…all our families? Damn, I
thought I'd at least be able to take a shower before I went through hell again. I walked
over to Trunks, who had his face resting in his palm, and hugged him from behind. It was
more instinct than anything…my friend was hurting.
"I would say 'I told you so', but you figured that out already," I said to him. He placed
his hand over mine and rubbed it gently. I could feel the tenderness of his touch, the love
that was put into it. Almost startling. It was much stronger than I ever could have
imagined.
"I didn't want to hurt him, Panny. I just…I though I was doing the right thing," he
admitted. "You should have seen him last night. All he said was, 'I knew it all along! I
knew you didn't love me!', but I do love him. Just not the same way…"
His sentence trailed off as he became lost in his memory. I never would have imagined I
could cause so much pain, not to my own loved ones.
"Who knows," I asked quietly…the question still heavily on my mind.
I could feel his hesitance. I knew the answer before he said anything.
"Everyone," he confirmed. Trunks shook his head and turned to me, holding me in his
arms. He looked into my eyes…his own crystal pools of emotion.
"He told everyone. You're mother tried to kill me," he paused and chuckled. "I didn't
know she was that strong. Gohan had a hard time restraining her, before trying to get in
his own shot. My mom…she just cried."
I lowered my gaze, envisioning everyone's reaction. There was one I was uncertain of.
"What about Vegeta," I asked innocently. Trunks' chuckles became louder as he threw
his head back, reveling in the thought.
"Father just folded his arms and smirked, as if he were saying, 'I knew my boy wasn't a
faggot," he said, a little more seriously.
How dare he? As if he looked masculine in that ridiculous pink shirt of his! I knew
Vegeta was always a bit disappointed his only son chose a male for his mate, but he
stayed quiet all these years…as far as I know. At least he was partially tactful…but still.
Focusing back on the new issue at hand, I walked over to my couch and sat down,
bringing Trunks with me. I made sure my towel was on properly as I crossed my legs. No
surprised this time around. I felt myself blush as I thought about yesterday.
But yesterday was gone.
"Trunks, what are we going to do, honestly? We can't…we don't have a future," I told
him. I couldn't believe I was saying this. I loved him so much…I know I did. Trunks
took my hand and kissed it softly, then placed it in his lap. He let out a deep sigh and
began to speak.
"Pan, all I know is…there is no turning back now. Whatever we decide to do, it has to be
soon. I mean, we love each other…right?"
I drew back a bit at his last question. It was obvious he loved me, and I know I love
him…I have to love him. Why else would I be so entranced by him? How could I explain
to him that I love him, but I couldn't hurt Goten any more than he already was? I figured
just letting whatever came out was best and went for it.
"Trunks, I love you…I am so infatuated by…"
It hit me. Holy shit, it hit me. I was infatuated with him…infatuated. Could I have
misinterpreted that infatuation with love?
Trunks leaned closer to me, startling me. I blinked my eyes quickly and looked at him.
He was eager to hear what I had to say…but I didn't know what to say. I stood up and
stepped away from the couch. He looked at me oddly and followed me slowly.
"Pan, what's the problem," he asked. But I couldn't answer him. This was just getting
worse and worse. And it didn't seem like it was going to end. But it had to.
"Trunks, go back to Goten. Make up with him. You don't belong here with me," I said,
motioning for him to leave. He didn't seem to understand. Hey, I was just beginning to
myself.
"Look, just go…please," I asked him…I pleaded to him. He was about to protest, but just
shook his head and proceeded out the door.
Goodness, what was I going to do? Mentally and physically exhausted, I dropped to the
floor and began to cry. All the emotions, all the uncertainty, all the pain just gushed
out…and it felt good somehow. Within seconds, I felt myself being held by Trunks.
Damn him…I told him to leave.
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead softly. I could feel the love emanating from
him…and I just sobbed louder.
chapter makes up for it :D
Chapter Eight
The morning sun had just started to peak over the flat, blue horizon. The only
distortion coming from the vapor trail I left behind. Flying over the vast, blue ocean had
been a calming experience, but now I had to reenter reality. I crossed the crystal water,
speeding back toward Tokyo, I dreaded what was waiting there for me. The past twenty-
four hours had been a stomach- churning roller coaster ride, which I was stuck on. I
didn't know what to expect when my feet touched down on the sandy beach not too far
from Capsule Corp. A cool wind blew past me, making a most hair graze my face.
Unthinking, I brushed the locks behind my ear and lifted my bare feet off the grainy sand.
I would go home first and think later.
I flew into my window and stepped inside. The first thing that caught my attention was
my bed, still unmade from the day before. How long ago that seemed. As I walked across
the room, I removed my clothes and grabbed a fresh towel from my drawer. Digging
deeper I noticed a bottle and picked it up.
Shower Gel.
Shaking my head, I wrapped the towel around my body and made my way to the
bathroom, toting the gel. Walking down the hall, I felt something…something that wasn't
right. My senses where tingling, a feeling I hadn't felt since my journey to help Grandpa.
It was just…evil.
I suppressed my ki, placing the gel bottle on the floor and stalked down my stairs. I was
getting closer, the feeling more intense, but I just couldn't figure out what it was. Taking
a risk, I placed two fingers on my forehead, and teleported to my living room.
Nothing.
Perhaps it was just my imagination. I turned around to leave when I felt something move
behind me. Before I could react, an arm was around my neck, restricting my breathing. I
raised my hands to the arm, trying to pry it from me. This was not a typical attacker.
They were strong, too strong. Swiftly, I butted my head into my attackers and quickly
spun into my fighting stance. I nearly fainted when I saw who it was.
"Why," Goten yelled at me, tears streaming down his face.
He knew.
"You little slut! Why did you do it," he screamed at the top of his lungs, lunging toward
me. I didn't know how to react. Before I knew it, his hands where around my neck,
slamming me into the wall. I had to do something, anything. His energy was full of pain
and hurt. I couldn't blame him.
"Goten," I said as I began prying his eager fingers from my tender neck. "Goten, calm
down."
Increasing his power, he pushed me harder into the wall. If I had been a typical human, it
would have probably hurt, but I knew he was no where near at full power. This was a
dangerous situation, it had to be remedied. But how?
"You slept with my fiancé, and you want me to calm down," he said sarcastically.
"Surely you jest!"
He continued to push me further into the wall, making it crack. With his hands still
around my throat, I phased behind him and held a pressure point in his neck. I had to
calm him down, immediately.
"Goten, listen to me. It wasn't supposed to happen. I was a mistake, I feel awful!"
He struggled to get free, but the more he moved, the more pressure I applied, and it had a
crippling effect. Technique is as important as strength. As I felt his ki decreased, I let him
go and he stumbled backwards, rubbing the sore point of his neck. I held my towel up to
my body, but I still did not let my guard down. After a moment, Goten turned to me, his
chest heaving, hate in his eyes. This was not going to be easy. Instantly, I powered up and
prepared to fight.
"STOP IT, NOW," Trunks yelled from my front door.
In a lavender blur, Trunks restrained Goten, who was still clawing for me. The pair
struggled for a moment, but my uncle slowly began to tire against Trunks' strength…or
maybe he just lost interest in killing me. He released Goten, who shrugged him off, as if
he were disgusted by his touch.
"Don't touch me ever again," Goten said to his lover…well, former lover. Trunks sighed
and walked over to him.
"Look, I had to tell you. I know you're mad, but that's no excuse to try to harm Pan," he
said firmly. Goten just stormed passed Trunks and walked out the door. Just what the
fuck would happen next? Who knew about me and Trunks…all our families? Damn, I
thought I'd at least be able to take a shower before I went through hell again. I walked
over to Trunks, who had his face resting in his palm, and hugged him from behind. It was
more instinct than anything…my friend was hurting.
"I would say 'I told you so', but you figured that out already," I said to him. He placed
his hand over mine and rubbed it gently. I could feel the tenderness of his touch, the love
that was put into it. Almost startling. It was much stronger than I ever could have
imagined.
"I didn't want to hurt him, Panny. I just…I though I was doing the right thing," he
admitted. "You should have seen him last night. All he said was, 'I knew it all along! I
knew you didn't love me!', but I do love him. Just not the same way…"
His sentence trailed off as he became lost in his memory. I never would have imagined I
could cause so much pain, not to my own loved ones.
"Who knows," I asked quietly…the question still heavily on my mind.
I could feel his hesitance. I knew the answer before he said anything.
"Everyone," he confirmed. Trunks shook his head and turned to me, holding me in his
arms. He looked into my eyes…his own crystal pools of emotion.
"He told everyone. You're mother tried to kill me," he paused and chuckled. "I didn't
know she was that strong. Gohan had a hard time restraining her, before trying to get in
his own shot. My mom…she just cried."
I lowered my gaze, envisioning everyone's reaction. There was one I was uncertain of.
"What about Vegeta," I asked innocently. Trunks' chuckles became louder as he threw
his head back, reveling in the thought.
"Father just folded his arms and smirked, as if he were saying, 'I knew my boy wasn't a
faggot," he said, a little more seriously.
How dare he? As if he looked masculine in that ridiculous pink shirt of his! I knew
Vegeta was always a bit disappointed his only son chose a male for his mate, but he
stayed quiet all these years…as far as I know. At least he was partially tactful…but still.
Focusing back on the new issue at hand, I walked over to my couch and sat down,
bringing Trunks with me. I made sure my towel was on properly as I crossed my legs. No
surprised this time around. I felt myself blush as I thought about yesterday.
But yesterday was gone.
"Trunks, what are we going to do, honestly? We can't…we don't have a future," I told
him. I couldn't believe I was saying this. I loved him so much…I know I did. Trunks
took my hand and kissed it softly, then placed it in his lap. He let out a deep sigh and
began to speak.
"Pan, all I know is…there is no turning back now. Whatever we decide to do, it has to be
soon. I mean, we love each other…right?"
I drew back a bit at his last question. It was obvious he loved me, and I know I love
him…I have to love him. Why else would I be so entranced by him? How could I explain
to him that I love him, but I couldn't hurt Goten any more than he already was? I figured
just letting whatever came out was best and went for it.
"Trunks, I love you…I am so infatuated by…"
It hit me. Holy shit, it hit me. I was infatuated with him…infatuated. Could I have
misinterpreted that infatuation with love?
Trunks leaned closer to me, startling me. I blinked my eyes quickly and looked at him.
He was eager to hear what I had to say…but I didn't know what to say. I stood up and
stepped away from the couch. He looked at me oddly and followed me slowly.
"Pan, what's the problem," he asked. But I couldn't answer him. This was just getting
worse and worse. And it didn't seem like it was going to end. But it had to.
"Trunks, go back to Goten. Make up with him. You don't belong here with me," I said,
motioning for him to leave. He didn't seem to understand. Hey, I was just beginning to
myself.
"Look, just go…please," I asked him…I pleaded to him. He was about to protest, but just
shook his head and proceeded out the door.
Goodness, what was I going to do? Mentally and physically exhausted, I dropped to the
floor and began to cry. All the emotions, all the uncertainty, all the pain just gushed
out…and it felt good somehow. Within seconds, I felt myself being held by Trunks.
Damn him…I told him to leave.
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead softly. I could feel the love emanating from
him…and I just sobbed louder.
