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Trunks sighed. "This was supposed to be a good idea Bra." He said. "It is, it is!" "Please name something I've been doing for the past hour other than watching you socialise?" Bra wasn't paying attention. She was looking for a familiar head of spiky black hair through the crowd. He said he would be here…
Trunks pushed his glasses further up his nose. He didn't mind any excuse to get out of work, certainly, but he felt he was too old to be into the whole party thing anymore.
A bump, a dropped pile of papers, an apology, and Trunks was looking into a face he hadn't seen in years. He didn't recognise it of course, she had changed too much, but Trunks was the same as he ever was, with the addition of thicker and better-looking glasses. It wasn't difficult for her to guess. "Trunks?" "Pan?" Her once shoulder-length hair was now cropped short and spiked in all directions with blue steaks in it – a long black coat was open to reveal a red pair of shorts and gold top. She had diamonds in her ears which contradicted the coat which had patches and looked as if it she had owned it for years without washing it – complete opposite to her clothes. "So." She said. "Your back." He swallowed a lump of guilt. "I'm sorry we lost contact…" "Don't worry about it." She said sharply cutting him off. "How are you?" Was all he could think of to say. She gave a derisive laugh. "Life is the pits." She gave him a look as if to say ' you could have called me.' He sighed. Suddenly Pan brightened. "Hey." She said. "It's a party. Let's have fun."
At first they wandered around with nothing to do before they discovered an amazing game to play. They would drop a piece of chocolate on the floor and sit back, watch, and place bets on who would be the first to step on it.
They walked outside bored. The first thing they noticed was Bra – making out with Goten. "Bra!" She screamed. Goten looked up. His eyes narrowed. He took Bra and stalked off.
" Well now I know why she wanted to come to this dumb party." Trunks said. Pan was looking at him, trying to judge his expression when Goten snubbed him.
He seemed indifferent, tired and exhausted like he was sick of it all.
"Why did Goten do that?" "Huh?" "You and Goten are like that" She held up two fingers crossed over "What happened?" He sighed. "A lot has happened Pan." He said. "Things change." For a while they were silent. Pan looked up at the stars. "I wish things were like they were in the old days. Back on that ship. When it all was interesting and life had meaning." "The world has no need for fighters anymore Pan." He said correctly interpreting the wistfulness in her voice. "Why not?! What happened that could make it all so boring, so painful…" It was then that Trunks realised that Pan probably still missed Goku. Add on the fact that he and most of her friends and the people she had grown accustomed to weren't around or keeping in touch anymore it was no wonder she felt like this.
He held her in a hug and felt a single tear roll onto his jacket. "I want to fight again." She said.
A/N: (Quote from Homer Simpson) "And that's the end of that chapter!"
Trunks sighed. "This was supposed to be a good idea Bra." He said. "It is, it is!" "Please name something I've been doing for the past hour other than watching you socialise?" Bra wasn't paying attention. She was looking for a familiar head of spiky black hair through the crowd. He said he would be here…
Trunks pushed his glasses further up his nose. He didn't mind any excuse to get out of work, certainly, but he felt he was too old to be into the whole party thing anymore.
A bump, a dropped pile of papers, an apology, and Trunks was looking into a face he hadn't seen in years. He didn't recognise it of course, she had changed too much, but Trunks was the same as he ever was, with the addition of thicker and better-looking glasses. It wasn't difficult for her to guess. "Trunks?" "Pan?" Her once shoulder-length hair was now cropped short and spiked in all directions with blue steaks in it – a long black coat was open to reveal a red pair of shorts and gold top. She had diamonds in her ears which contradicted the coat which had patches and looked as if it she had owned it for years without washing it – complete opposite to her clothes. "So." She said. "Your back." He swallowed a lump of guilt. "I'm sorry we lost contact…" "Don't worry about it." She said sharply cutting him off. "How are you?" Was all he could think of to say. She gave a derisive laugh. "Life is the pits." She gave him a look as if to say ' you could have called me.' He sighed. Suddenly Pan brightened. "Hey." She said. "It's a party. Let's have fun."
At first they wandered around with nothing to do before they discovered an amazing game to play. They would drop a piece of chocolate on the floor and sit back, watch, and place bets on who would be the first to step on it.
They walked outside bored. The first thing they noticed was Bra – making out with Goten. "Bra!" She screamed. Goten looked up. His eyes narrowed. He took Bra and stalked off.
" Well now I know why she wanted to come to this dumb party." Trunks said. Pan was looking at him, trying to judge his expression when Goten snubbed him.
He seemed indifferent, tired and exhausted like he was sick of it all.
"Why did Goten do that?" "Huh?" "You and Goten are like that" She held up two fingers crossed over "What happened?" He sighed. "A lot has happened Pan." He said. "Things change." For a while they were silent. Pan looked up at the stars. "I wish things were like they were in the old days. Back on that ship. When it all was interesting and life had meaning." "The world has no need for fighters anymore Pan." He said correctly interpreting the wistfulness in her voice. "Why not?! What happened that could make it all so boring, so painful…" It was then that Trunks realised that Pan probably still missed Goku. Add on the fact that he and most of her friends and the people she had grown accustomed to weren't around or keeping in touch anymore it was no wonder she felt like this.
He held her in a hug and felt a single tear roll onto his jacket. "I want to fight again." She said.
A/N: (Quote from Homer Simpson) "And that's the end of that chapter!"