Won't Ever Understand Me- Part Four
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. ::smiles slyly:: Yet. BUT JUST YOU WAIT!! I've already got five of the Dragonballs, and when I get the next two, then it'll be mine!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! (Sees everyone staring) ::sweatdrop:: What?
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Mirai Timeline
Trunks stood on the newly rebuilt Capsule Corporation. He couldn't understand why his Mom had wanted to make it bigger, when the only places that she really went to were the kitchen, her room, and her laboratory. He smiled faintly as he remembered her reaction when he'd questioned her about it.
**FLASHBACK**
"Why?" she'd asked, looking dumbfounded. "Why? Because it's bigger! And....y'know...better...."
He'd laughed and teased her. "Bigger and better? That's so profound, Mom. I have to write it down."
She huffed and stomped her foot, then looked at him slyly, and teased him right back. "Well, maybe I just wanted to expand it to be able to fit in all the grandchildren you're bound to have!"
He stammered, blushed, and waved his hands around. "Mom! Yeah right! I don't even have a girlfriend right now!"
She glared at him sternly and said, "Then you'd better get one soon, mister! You should settle down. Get a job or something."
He looked at her ruefully, and shrugged, smiling sheepishly.
**END FLASHBACK**
Did she really expect him to settle down? With who? There was no one that he could relate to in this world. No one else had powers like he did. People were either too awed by his strength, and by the fact that he'd destroyed the androids to get to know him as a person, or too scared or his power. And women? They just wanted him because he was supposedly good looking.
Trunks sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees and hugging them to his chest. The fact was, he was bored. Yup. That's right. There was nothing to fight, no one to spar with. He could only get so much stronger sparing against himself in the gravity room. And that was all he did nowadays. Train. He didn't really wish that the androids were back, but...At least when they were around, he had a purpose. His whole life, he'd been driven by the thought of revenge. Focused on training. Obsessed with destroying the androids.
Now that they were gone, it seemed that there was no meaning in his life. Sure, he was a hero to Earth. And sure, he couldn't exactly have let the androids go free, just so he could have something to do every day. He sighed, dropping his head onto his knees.
Okay. He admitted it. He missed them. His friends from the past. Goku, Gohan, all of them. Hell, he'd give up his sword to spar with even his FATHER. Not that he had any particular liking for his father. He'd been trying to keep it from his mom, but he was lonely. There was no one on this rock who understood him. His mom had been surrounding by the Z fighters her whole life, but she couldn't really grasp the excitement, the thrill of battle, the rush, the high.
He couldn't exactly brag to his mom about how he'd blown up a mountain with only a flick of his hand, now could he? She wouldn't be happy to hear that.
"Rrrrummmmbble." Trunks glanced at his stomach, and grinned. Ahh, his only sympathizer had spoken up. "I suppose I should get something to eat," he mused, standing up. He levitated several meters into the air. And then his vision went dark.
Inside Capsule Corp.
Bulma looked up in alarm when she heard a loud "THUD!" on the roof, and then a series of "THUMP, THUMP, BUMP, BANG!"s, and finally a "BAM!" on the ground out in the front yard. "Trunks?" she called, heading out the door, worry plastered on her face.
And stared. Trunks lay prone on the cracked ground. Apparently, he'd been above the building when he'd hit it, and rolled down the curved sides until he finally hit the ground. Remembering that she should be concerned about his well being, although she didn't see how merely falling to the ground could harm HIM, Bulma rushed to him and cradled his head in her lap, checking for any injuries.
"What the..." she muttered, puzzled, because she couldn't find anything wrong with him. He was just...out.
Trunks sat up, so suddenly that Bulma shrieked and scooted away from him, her heart racing. She recovered her wits, scowled, marched over to him and slapped him on the back of the head.
"Why in the world did you do that?!" she shouted at him, then noticed how fast he was breathing, and how pale he looked. "Trunks?" she crouched next to him and looked into his eyes. She saw stark terror there. "Are you okay, honey? What happened?"
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, then stared at it. "The Room of Spirit and Time," he muttered quietly. "I don't get it...I haven't dreamt about that place in years." He looked up at his mother, confused. "Mom, I blacked out and saw the Room of Spirit and Time. I BLACKED OUT. It was freaky. It felt like it was the first time I had seen it. It felt the same, and looked the same, but it was like I was looking out through someone else's eyes, and they were scared of it, too. What could it mean?
Bulma gazed at her son, and said quite honestly, "I don't know."
Present Timeline- 10:30 AM
Videl walked into the kitchen, yawning sleepily, garbed in her nightgown and robe. She looked around and saw Gohan bent over a piece of paper at the kitchen table, so she pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.
She yawned again, then asked, "Gohan, where's Pan? She's usually up training at this hour." When Gohan didn't reply she glanced at him more sharply. "Gohan?" He was staring at the piece of paper, and she noticed that his hands were trembling. She grew more concerned, and said, "Gohan!"
He looked up at her slowly, then said in a low voice, "Pan's gone."
Videl was up in an instant. "WHAT?!" She snatched the piece of paper from him and scanned it quickly, then paled. She moaned and sank back into the chair. "Why did she leave? Where did she go?"
"I don't know." Gohan cursed violently, and then called his dad. It rung for a while, then Goku picked up, answering with his usual cheerful, "Hello?" `He wouldn't sound like that if he knew where Pan was,' Gohan thought.
"Dad, Pan's run away." From the silence that followed, Gohan, figured that his dad was probably blinking and pondering this information. It was a while before he answered, and when he did, the words were slow and deliberate.
"Do you know why?"
Gohan blew out a frustrated breath. "Of course not! She left a note, but it didn't explain anything. She didn't seem unhappy, or anything."
Goku paused again, then said, like he wasn't really sure he should say it, "Vegeta might know."
Gohan started, surprised. "Why would Vegeta know."
"Well," Goku said reluctantly, "he's been training Pan a lot, and I just thought that she might tell him. You know how closed mouthed he is, I think Pan might have told him because of that."
"All right, then , Videl and I will head over to the Briefs. Can you call everyone and ask them to meet us there?"
"Sure," Goku said, more happily.
"Thank, Dad." Gohan hung up. He glanced at Videl. "Come on, we've got to go to Capsule Corp."
In the Room of Spirit and Time
"HAAAA!!" Pan yelled, launching the biggest Kamehameha she could muster at the mountain of solid ice in front of her, as frost crept up her body. The surface cracked. "AAAAAhhhhhnnnn!!!" she gritted out as she pushed more power into the blast. The beam finally forced its way through, and all the ice around her exploded.
"AAAAHH!!" she screamed as she was blown backward and into the air. She landed with a thud on her back, and couldn't get up as the gravity gave a sudden, huge leap, and the temperature fluctuated to 122 degrees Fahrenheit. She panted desperately, trying to force the burning air into her laboring lungs. She struggled to lift her arm, and finally planted it palm down on the ground, and then fought to force herself into a sitting position.
Ten minutes later, she'd managed to stand up, but it was just barely, and every second was a battle against being forced to the floor. Her bodysuit was ripped and torn and scuffed and dirty and she was sweating like a pig in the intense heat and the strain of the gravity. Pan sobbed with the frustration of it. Then, just as suddenly as it had came, the gravity and high temperature were gone, and Pan shot high into the air due to the sudden release. She was too exhausted to do anything but fall back onto the ground and gasp in air.
She moaned and closed her eyes. `I've only been in here four months and it's been like this the whole time! I haven't even reached Super Saiyan yet! How am I going to stand five years in here?"
A slight breeze ruffled her hair and Pan enjoyed it for a moment before she remembered something. She sprang up and looked around suspiciously. `There aren't breezes in here...Unless..." Too late, she ran for the safety of the temple. The winds kicked up wildly, and pretty soon, Pan was being tossed around and battered in the storm. She tried to use her energy to keep her in one place, but she was too tired, and the power of the wind was too strong. Her stomach lurched and she moaned, getting dizzier and dizzier. She whimpered, and her last thought before she passed out was, `I hate this place.'
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RaliNeoBlade: Poor Pan!! I'm so cruel. ::snigger:: Anyway. What has Mirai Trunks got to do with anything? Why did he black out and see the RoSaT? What will Gohan do when he finds out where Pan is? Will I ever get on with the romance? All this and more, in the next exciting chapter of, Won't Ever Understand Me!!
Rali: Hi. Sorry it took so long to get this out. It's due to Writer's Block and parents using the internet all the time so I can't! ::scowls:: And they say *I* go on too much! Anywayz. Can you figure out who Pan's going to be with now? I think it's pretty obvious, but...And if you're wondering how it's gonna happen, just you wait till the next chapter!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. ::smiles slyly:: Yet. BUT JUST YOU WAIT!! I've already got five of the Dragonballs, and when I get the next two, then it'll be mine!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! (Sees everyone staring) ::sweatdrop:: What?
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Mirai Timeline
Trunks stood on the newly rebuilt Capsule Corporation. He couldn't understand why his Mom had wanted to make it bigger, when the only places that she really went to were the kitchen, her room, and her laboratory. He smiled faintly as he remembered her reaction when he'd questioned her about it.
**FLASHBACK**
"Why?" she'd asked, looking dumbfounded. "Why? Because it's bigger! And....y'know...better...."
He'd laughed and teased her. "Bigger and better? That's so profound, Mom. I have to write it down."
She huffed and stomped her foot, then looked at him slyly, and teased him right back. "Well, maybe I just wanted to expand it to be able to fit in all the grandchildren you're bound to have!"
He stammered, blushed, and waved his hands around. "Mom! Yeah right! I don't even have a girlfriend right now!"
She glared at him sternly and said, "Then you'd better get one soon, mister! You should settle down. Get a job or something."
He looked at her ruefully, and shrugged, smiling sheepishly.
**END FLASHBACK**
Did she really expect him to settle down? With who? There was no one that he could relate to in this world. No one else had powers like he did. People were either too awed by his strength, and by the fact that he'd destroyed the androids to get to know him as a person, or too scared or his power. And women? They just wanted him because he was supposedly good looking.
Trunks sat down, wrapping his arms around his knees and hugging them to his chest. The fact was, he was bored. Yup. That's right. There was nothing to fight, no one to spar with. He could only get so much stronger sparing against himself in the gravity room. And that was all he did nowadays. Train. He didn't really wish that the androids were back, but...At least when they were around, he had a purpose. His whole life, he'd been driven by the thought of revenge. Focused on training. Obsessed with destroying the androids.
Now that they were gone, it seemed that there was no meaning in his life. Sure, he was a hero to Earth. And sure, he couldn't exactly have let the androids go free, just so he could have something to do every day. He sighed, dropping his head onto his knees.
Okay. He admitted it. He missed them. His friends from the past. Goku, Gohan, all of them. Hell, he'd give up his sword to spar with even his FATHER. Not that he had any particular liking for his father. He'd been trying to keep it from his mom, but he was lonely. There was no one on this rock who understood him. His mom had been surrounding by the Z fighters her whole life, but she couldn't really grasp the excitement, the thrill of battle, the rush, the high.
He couldn't exactly brag to his mom about how he'd blown up a mountain with only a flick of his hand, now could he? She wouldn't be happy to hear that.
"Rrrrummmmbble." Trunks glanced at his stomach, and grinned. Ahh, his only sympathizer had spoken up. "I suppose I should get something to eat," he mused, standing up. He levitated several meters into the air. And then his vision went dark.
Inside Capsule Corp.
Bulma looked up in alarm when she heard a loud "THUD!" on the roof, and then a series of "THUMP, THUMP, BUMP, BANG!"s, and finally a "BAM!" on the ground out in the front yard. "Trunks?" she called, heading out the door, worry plastered on her face.
And stared. Trunks lay prone on the cracked ground. Apparently, he'd been above the building when he'd hit it, and rolled down the curved sides until he finally hit the ground. Remembering that she should be concerned about his well being, although she didn't see how merely falling to the ground could harm HIM, Bulma rushed to him and cradled his head in her lap, checking for any injuries.
"What the..." she muttered, puzzled, because she couldn't find anything wrong with him. He was just...out.
Trunks sat up, so suddenly that Bulma shrieked and scooted away from him, her heart racing. She recovered her wits, scowled, marched over to him and slapped him on the back of the head.
"Why in the world did you do that?!" she shouted at him, then noticed how fast he was breathing, and how pale he looked. "Trunks?" she crouched next to him and looked into his eyes. She saw stark terror there. "Are you okay, honey? What happened?"
He ran a shaking hand through his hair, then stared at it. "The Room of Spirit and Time," he muttered quietly. "I don't get it...I haven't dreamt about that place in years." He looked up at his mother, confused. "Mom, I blacked out and saw the Room of Spirit and Time. I BLACKED OUT. It was freaky. It felt like it was the first time I had seen it. It felt the same, and looked the same, but it was like I was looking out through someone else's eyes, and they were scared of it, too. What could it mean?
Bulma gazed at her son, and said quite honestly, "I don't know."
Present Timeline- 10:30 AM
Videl walked into the kitchen, yawning sleepily, garbed in her nightgown and robe. She looked around and saw Gohan bent over a piece of paper at the kitchen table, so she pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him.
She yawned again, then asked, "Gohan, where's Pan? She's usually up training at this hour." When Gohan didn't reply she glanced at him more sharply. "Gohan?" He was staring at the piece of paper, and she noticed that his hands were trembling. She grew more concerned, and said, "Gohan!"
He looked up at her slowly, then said in a low voice, "Pan's gone."
Videl was up in an instant. "WHAT?!" She snatched the piece of paper from him and scanned it quickly, then paled. She moaned and sank back into the chair. "Why did she leave? Where did she go?"
"I don't know." Gohan cursed violently, and then called his dad. It rung for a while, then Goku picked up, answering with his usual cheerful, "Hello?" `He wouldn't sound like that if he knew where Pan was,' Gohan thought.
"Dad, Pan's run away." From the silence that followed, Gohan, figured that his dad was probably blinking and pondering this information. It was a while before he answered, and when he did, the words were slow and deliberate.
"Do you know why?"
Gohan blew out a frustrated breath. "Of course not! She left a note, but it didn't explain anything. She didn't seem unhappy, or anything."
Goku paused again, then said, like he wasn't really sure he should say it, "Vegeta might know."
Gohan started, surprised. "Why would Vegeta know."
"Well," Goku said reluctantly, "he's been training Pan a lot, and I just thought that she might tell him. You know how closed mouthed he is, I think Pan might have told him because of that."
"All right, then , Videl and I will head over to the Briefs. Can you call everyone and ask them to meet us there?"
"Sure," Goku said, more happily.
"Thank, Dad." Gohan hung up. He glanced at Videl. "Come on, we've got to go to Capsule Corp."
In the Room of Spirit and Time
"HAAAA!!" Pan yelled, launching the biggest Kamehameha she could muster at the mountain of solid ice in front of her, as frost crept up her body. The surface cracked. "AAAAAhhhhhnnnn!!!" she gritted out as she pushed more power into the blast. The beam finally forced its way through, and all the ice around her exploded.
"AAAAHH!!" she screamed as she was blown backward and into the air. She landed with a thud on her back, and couldn't get up as the gravity gave a sudden, huge leap, and the temperature fluctuated to 122 degrees Fahrenheit. She panted desperately, trying to force the burning air into her laboring lungs. She struggled to lift her arm, and finally planted it palm down on the ground, and then fought to force herself into a sitting position.
Ten minutes later, she'd managed to stand up, but it was just barely, and every second was a battle against being forced to the floor. Her bodysuit was ripped and torn and scuffed and dirty and she was sweating like a pig in the intense heat and the strain of the gravity. Pan sobbed with the frustration of it. Then, just as suddenly as it had came, the gravity and high temperature were gone, and Pan shot high into the air due to the sudden release. She was too exhausted to do anything but fall back onto the ground and gasp in air.
She moaned and closed her eyes. `I've only been in here four months and it's been like this the whole time! I haven't even reached Super Saiyan yet! How am I going to stand five years in here?"
A slight breeze ruffled her hair and Pan enjoyed it for a moment before she remembered something. She sprang up and looked around suspiciously. `There aren't breezes in here...Unless..." Too late, she ran for the safety of the temple. The winds kicked up wildly, and pretty soon, Pan was being tossed around and battered in the storm. She tried to use her energy to keep her in one place, but she was too tired, and the power of the wind was too strong. Her stomach lurched and she moaned, getting dizzier and dizzier. She whimpered, and her last thought before she passed out was, `I hate this place.'
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RaliNeoBlade: Poor Pan!! I'm so cruel. ::snigger:: Anyway. What has Mirai Trunks got to do with anything? Why did he black out and see the RoSaT? What will Gohan do when he finds out where Pan is? Will I ever get on with the romance? All this and more, in the next exciting chapter of, Won't Ever Understand Me!!
Rali: Hi. Sorry it took so long to get this out. It's due to Writer's Block and parents using the internet all the time so I can't! ::scowls:: And they say *I* go on too much! Anywayz. Can you figure out who Pan's going to be with now? I think it's pretty obvious, but...And if you're wondering how it's gonna happen, just you wait till the next chapter!