Tears of an Angel

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NOTE:

Chapter 1 happens about ten years after the prelude. Trunks, Pan, and Bra are sixteen. Marron is fifteen. Bulma is dead. Trunks is cold and emotionless, completely. Trunks is kind of like a combination of Androids 17&18. Pan is nasty, Bra is a fighter who barely cares about clothes. Marron is an annoying brat.

EXTRA NOTE:

A theme song for this would be DBGT's ending song Don't You See and an ending song would be My Heart Will Go On from Titanic. If you listen to that, this story is 100,000,000,000,000x better. I worked with that number in math class this week. Ha ha!

Chapter 1:

The Bloodred Rose

Trunks Briefs Vejita was going undercover. He had his black laptop computer in one hand and dark shaded sunglasses in the other. He swiftly slipped the shades on and walked into the small apartment building in Satana City. Satana City was the capital of Vejitasei, easily the most important city.

He was looking for something--someone more specifically. He had been bored, scanning through his chi level records when he found a chi level close to his own. The name of that fighter: Son Pan, a sixteen year-old, like him. This Son Pan, he had to talk to her.

He had done some scouting around in his records and found that she lived in Satana City, also like him. Her apartment building was Crystal Clear, a new complex in downtown Satana City, and that was where he was to be exact.

He erased his chi, hid it completely, and entered the building. The lobby attendent looked to him in reverence. "Prince Toronksu-sama..." Trunks groaned. He never could go incognito. He flashed a quick smile as his mind figured out the right responce.

"Iie, I'm not the prince. I just look like him. Could I talk to the owner of Apartment #313 on floor 3?" The attendent looked at him in disbelief and muttered. "You're not the prince and pigs fly over Vejitasei..." But nevertheless, he did not press the issue and Trunks was allowed admission to Apartment #313.

Trunks sighed in relief. That had been a close one. His excellent Saiyajin hearing had allowed him to hear the mumbled remark but it didn't matter. He flashed up the stairs and to the apartment.

******

Pan wiped sweat from her forehead as the doorbell rang. "That's weird... Wonder who it is..." She walked over to the door and was surprised to see a kid who bore an odd resemblance to the prince of Vejitasei.

"Are you Son Pan?"

He sounded like the prince too, Pan realized. She sensed his chi and found that the unique power signature indeed belonged to Prince Toronksu. "What do you want, Prince Toronksu?" The boy sighed and took off the sunglasses.

Vivid sapphire eyes stared at her onyx black ones and she had to fight to keep a neutral expression on her face. "I, uh, wanted to ask you if... Oh, never mind, I'll explain it inside, please?"

Pan nodded. "I'm not exactly allowed to say "no" you know..."

He sighed. "Figures... Well, anyway, I sensed your chi level. You are at J4 or higher, ne?" "NANI?! I mean, it is in the third class records, but why would YOU care?"

"Boredom." He said simply, explaining what should be a complex answer in a simple word. "BOREDOM?!" Pan screeched, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Well, its more like lack of training partners at my level." Pan nodded. "Much as I hate to agree with you, same here."

Trunks smiled coldly. "Well, I was wondering if..."

Pan let him in, grumbling under her breath.

"I can hear that, you know." Trunks couldn't help but remark. "Dang you." Pan said in a fit of temper. "As I was saying... I was wondering if you would be my new training partner?"

"NANI?!"

Trunks hid a smile.

"Saa, I can't say no, can I?" She gave him a replica of his own icy smile. "Although, I would have probably said yes otherwise. No one else is close to my chi level." She shrugged.

Trunks looked to the clock on her wall and his eyes widened. "B-chan..." "Who's B-chan?" Pan kept her tone neutral. Too neutral.

"My sister, Bra, or Princess Bura."

"Ohhh... What's her problem?"

"I told her I'd meet her for lunch at Chikyuu Sun Restaurant. Wanna come?"

Pan nodded. "Sure, just let me get into respectable clothing."

She went into her room and Trunks wondered at himself. I just invited her to lunch. I barely know her... Sure, she's pretty, and near my power level but...

His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of Pan's door. Pan stepped out, dressed in a red top and a black miniskirt that showed off her curves perfectly.

"You look... pretty."

He said and she blushed.

******

Bura Briefs Vejita was seriously annoyed. Where was that brother of hers? She smoothed back a stray lock of aqua blue hair and sighed heavily. A raven-haired boy passed in front of her, causing her to wonder as to who he was.

"Hey," She said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Who're you? I haven't seen you around here before. New to Satana?" Raven black eyes stared back at her own sharp blues and she smiled winningly.

"Saa, I'm Goten." He gave her a dazzling smile and she blushed. "Hey, wait a moment, didn't Daddy say a foreign Prince Goten was coming today? Oh, you must be Prince Goten!"

He blushed.

"Uhh, well, I, uh, er--" Goten was rudely cut off by the arrival of Trunks and Pan. "Hey, niichan, who's this?" Bura pointed at Pan and smirked. Trunks and Pan each pointed to the other and declared,

"I don't care about him/her!"

Bura smiled at her twin brother. "It don't look like that lovebirds."

"And your situation is any better?" Her ever sarcastic brother pointed to Goten who sighed and put a hand behind his head, grinning.

"Wait a sec, you're foreign Prince Goten!"

Goten replied to Trunks' comment with one of his own.

"Wait a sec, you're foreign Prince Toronksu! And that must make you a Princess!" He pointed to Pan and the duo blushed furiously. "Uh uh!"

***

Marron rehearsed what she was going to say in her head again. "Toronksu-kun, I've been thinking about this for a long time. I love you." She shook her head. "No, that's not right."

"I love you Toronksu." She smiled. "Yeah, that's right!"

She walked into Chikyuu Sun Restaurant, humming softly.

She glanced over the crowd and saw Toronksu, Bura, and two other teens about their age. She walked over to them and grabbed on Toronksu's arm, smiling sweetly at him.

"Marron. What are you doing here?"

He queried annoyedly.

"I love you Toronksu!"

"NANI DESU KA?!"

This was not the response she had expected.

"Don't you love me too?" She asked him, tears threatening to fall from her baby blue eyes.

Pan glared at the blonde newcomer. Who was this girl anyway? She's not allowed to take Toronksu. She kicked herself mentally. I don't care about him at all!

"Iie. And why did you decide to barge in on me, anyway?"

Trunks' cool remark made the tears fall down Marron's cheek. "I LOVE YOU!" She ran off wailing to her home.

"That's number 398,613,345,365,436,256,765,657,742,542,453,565,456 Trunks. Trying to set a record for heartbreak?" Bura said analytically, frowning at her brother.

"And that was an old family friend? You," She shook her head and then pointed to Pan. "In love with her over there?"

Trunks grumbled something about dumb twin sisters under his breath and forgot to gratify his twin with an answer.

"I take that as a yes."

"Whatever." Trunks grinned at his twin sister. "Like you would've been any better?"

Bura pouted and forgot to gratify her twin with an answer.

Pan giggled. "You two are real dumb, you know that?"

Trunks pointed at his blue-haired sister. "She's the dumb one."

"I dunno." Pan shrugged, grinning wickedly. "You never know though..." She trailed off, leaving the twins dumbstruck.

Goten decided to take this opportunity to dash off. "No you don't." Trunks grabbed Goten's arm and gripped it tightly. "You're not leaving yet!" Bura whined, snaking her fingers around his other arm.

Goten sweatdropped, blushed, and groaned.

Bura smiled sweetly. "Did you really think we'd let you off that easy? 'Sides, aren't you coming to that dumb gala ball tonight?"

Trunks slapped a hand to his forehead and groaned.

"Oh no, I forgot about that. Before that, tousan decided I had to finally hear who my mate was gonna be. Dumb Saiyajin customs. He said I had no choice in the matter. Kisama."

"Yeah, I checked kaasan's will and I know who it is." Bura grinned at her older brother. "Ha, ha, ha."

Trunks pulled her by the shirt. "Who is it?"

"Uh, I can't tell you now, baka."

Trunks dropped her and she fell on top of Goten and both toppled to the ground in a mess of limbs.

Trunks and Pan took that distraction to run, run, run.

"What way is it?"

"Um," Trunks thought for a moment. "Let's just go to my private gravity room. I actually know where that is."

Pan groaned. "Great, just great."

Trunks frowned. "Hey, B-chan's worse."

"I can tell," was her sarcastic reply.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He grabbed her arm and kicked off from the ground.

Soon they were high above the ground and Pan couldn't help but blush. He was holding her.

Trunks finally landed at the palace.

They ran up the floors to his quarters, passing many people in their mad dash. They quickly reached the gravity room.

Trunks opened the gravity room door and then Vejita chose that moment to barge in.

The two had gone Super Saiyajin a minute before and so Vejita thought Pan was Bura.

"Brats, time. End your stupid training session."

Pan's expression grew confused. "Uhh?"

Trunks sighed. "Tousan, this is Pan. Pan, see ya tonight I guess."

Vejita smirked.

Trunks' expression hardened. "Nothing like that. Training partners, that's it."

Pan jumped out the window and hurtled back to her apartment building.

Bura popped up in the doorway. "Hurry up niichan, tousan's gonna announce it."

"I know."

*Owari*

Cliffhanger! Kami, I'm good. I finally finished this. So, anyone have a fave character yet?

I HATE Marron now. What an airhead.

I know, I'm the author. I'm not supposed to hate anyone in my own fic. Oh well.

Getting freaky. Anyone thinking Vejita's gonna say Pan, Marron, someone totally different?

Please vote in your reviews for who you think it's gonna be.

A: Pan

B: Marron

C: Someone else

D: A made up character

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