Lucky Chance
Chapter 18
(A/N: Prepare for an extra long chapter! MWAHAHAHahahaha...*cough* This is dedicated to all the otakus at Mayfield Secondary, Brampton Ontario!! Especially Giggle Gal and Myuu-chan. You know who you are!)
The future never looked so welcoming. The machine had stopped and we were back in our own time. It was still a wreck, but it was actually comforting. Trunks and I jumped out of the machine and was about to run inside what was left of Capsule Corp when I decided to take a look at the pictures I had. I froze in my tracks at what I saw.
"Pan, c'mon!" I heard Trunks say. "I bet mom and Videl and Chi-chi are just dying to see us!" I didn't move. "Pan?" I didn't respond. He shook my arm. "Pan, what is it?" I slowly handed him the pictures. He looked at it, smiling, then turn pale. "What...what the...?" The picture had gotten everyone in our group...and someone else. From left to right, there was Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, me, Gohan, Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha. Now tell me, how the HELL was GOKU in that picture?! It scared me because I had no answer for that. He was supposed to be dead. And yet there he was, standing a bit behind Gohan and Krillin, grinning as if he was alive and well. I knew he wasn't there before!
"Oh god..." I whispered. That had to be the freakiest thing I had ever seen.
"That's so..." Trunks trailed off. "Listen, why don't we just go inside, and sort this out later?" he suggested instead. I nodded weakly. We walked inside the building and spotted Bulma in the basement with my mom and grandmother. "Hey you guys!" Trunks greeted with a lot of enthusiasm. That pulled the women's attention.
"Trunks! Pan!" Bulma cried. "You're back!!"
"I was so worried!" Chi-chi yelled, holding back tears of joy. I ran forward and gave my family a big hug, as did Trunks.
"You two look so much older!" mom exclaimed. That was actually pretty true. When we left, Trunks was 16 and I was 14, but now that we're back, Trunks is 18 and I'm 16. (A/N: No time to explain. Just bear with me.)
"Where have you been, young lady?" obaasan asked, worried.
"Yeah, you told us a day at the most!" kaasan agreed.
"Something came up," I explained. "It turned out to be more than we expected."
"You were in over your head?" Bulma asked.
"Well...not quite," Trunks said. We spent a good deal of the afternoon explaining what happened in the past. By the end of the story, Bulma had made some tea for us.
"So Goku-san decided to give up his life anyway," mom confirmed. "That's rather sad."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I agreed quietly. I began digging through the bags I brought from the past. "Hey, you'll never believe all the stuff I got while we were there. This is for you, Bulma." I pulled out a box labeled 'Keep Frozen.' Bulma looked at it curiously.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Open and look!" Bulma shrugged and opened it. Her eyes lit up.
"Cheese cake! Oh my god!" She pulled out a few smaller boxes of cheese cake. "How'd you know?"
"You told me," I said, smirking. Bulma looked at me with a sly smile.
"You mean the other me told you."
"Same thing." I continued to dig through the bag until I reached grandma's gift. "Here, obaasan." Baasan eagerly unwrapped her gift and was dazzled by it. It was a long, Chinese styled, blue dress with a dragon design on it.
"Oh, this dress is amazing!" she musing. "Where'd you get a lovely thing like this?" I shrugged modestly.
"And last, but not least, kaasan," I announced, getting mom's present. She opened the box and carefully pulled out a snow dome. Inside the dome was a little model house that had 'Son' written on it. She smiled.
"Panny, this is wonderful," she whispered. "I love it!" She leaned forward and gave me a hug.
"And one more thing," I finished. "I have a video tape from the-" I was cut short by a news reporter blaring on the radio.
"This just in, the androids have struck again!!" said the frantic and frightened reporter. "They're destroying what's left of Lilic City!" Trunks and I stood up.
"Where are you two going?" grandma almost demanded.
"Don't worry about us," Trunks assured. "We're going to put an end to all this android business once and for all."
"Yeah, we've been training with Goku and Vegeta, remember?" I smiled to my family.
"Nightmares never last forever. One day you wake up, and they're gone."
"We believe in you!" Bulma said confidently. "Get them and make them pay!" I nodded, smirking like Vegeta. Trunks and I headed outside towards Lilic City, taking to the skies.
"Let's make a bet," Trunks said, grinning. "I take down Juunana, you take Juuhachi. First one to destroy their opponent wins."
"Haven't you learned anything from the last time you made a bet with me, T-chan?" I asked, flashing the Son Grin. "What do I win if I finish first?" Trunks gave a thoughtful look.
"That huge stuffed bear you've had your eye on for years."
"You mean Tubby? I thought you love that thing."
"Yeah, but you love it more."
"Fine, and if you win..." I gave it some thought. I came up with a joke answer. "You get my body." Trunks turned red. I burst out laughing. "I'm kidding. You can have my sword, since 18 broke yours."
"Y'know, I was really considering option A." Now it my turn to blush.
"Trunks, you hentai!" I laughed as I slapped him playfully. He smirked and charged up to super. I decided to see if it was possible to turn ultra. I powered up, but my hair didn't turn silver again. I guess it was a one time thing. On a good note, I was able to reach the same power level as before. So technically, I was ultra, I was just missing the hair colour. As we got closer to Lilic City, I heard explosions. Those moronic tin bots were probably destroying buildings. How stupid was that? When we were in range, Trunks fired a ki blast aimed in between the two.
"Happy hunting," he said to me before going after the raven-haired android. I grinned and took off after 18. She glared at me, unimpressed.
"So where have you been all this time?" she taunted. "Hiding?" I growled.
"Shows what you know," I insulted. "For your information, I've been out getting stronger. And now I know for a fact that I can kill you easily." She cocked an eyebrow.
"Is that so? I'd like to see you try, brat. You just keep coming back for more. You're like that moron Gohan." I gasped. "He just kept coming back for more beatings. If he had just died like the rest of them in the first place, he would've saved himself a good deal of pain." I growled, refusing to cry. At first, I was simply going to make her death a quick and easy one, but now she was going to die slowly and painfully. Without another word, I lunged forward and landed a hard punch onto Juuhachi's face. She went flying into a nearby building. I jumped in after her and mercilessly punched her until I couldn't hear her breathing. I backed off waited patiently.
"Still think I don't stand a chance?" I asked. Juuhachi staggered to her feet. She weakly threw a punch at me, but I dodged without effort and tripped her. I grabbed her by her shirt and whispered, "How does it feel to experience pain?"
"Please..." she whispered. "Have mercy..." I glared.
"MERCY?!" That was laughable. "What's wrong with you?! Don't you get it? You spent your robotic lives tormenting and killing for fun. Then when your time arrives, you beg to be spared! Why can't bad guys ever take their punishment without complaint?!" I charged up a one-hand Kamehameha and aimed it at her stomach. "This is for my father, you filthy bitch!" I let the blast rip through without a second thought. She didn't even have time to scream. When the smoke cleared, I spotted Trunks sitting on a nearby piece of rubble.
"So who won?" he asked. I sighed.
"Probably you. How long you been there?" I asked, wiping the dirt from my face.
"Less than a minute." I saw him smile. "So do I get your sword or body?" I burst out laughing. "It's over. They're finally gone." I grinned and ran into his arms.
"I can't believe it!" I cheered. "Wait until the others hear the news!" He grabbed my hand and we took off towards home. When we neared it, Trunks pulled me into a long kiss. I didn't even notice when we landed. My attention was finally drawn away when I heard someone clear their throat. I slowly turned my head and saw Bulma, mom and grandma stand outside of Capsule Corp. I blushed furiously as I innocently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"So that's why you two were in the past so long," obaasan chuckled. "Should I be expecting great-grand kids any time soon?" I fell backwards.
"Grandma!" I yelled.
"What? It's true, isn't it?"
"Enough of that!" Bulma said, changing the subject thankfully. "So...? How'd it go?" We grinned.
"They're dead." There was a bit of silence, followed by squealing.
"OH MY GOD!!" Bulma cheered. "Get outta here! They're really dead?!"
"I can't believe it!" mom cried, nearly in tears. "My baby defeated the androids! We have to celebrate!"
"I still wanna know if anything 'funny' happened between you two," grandma said, grinning ear to ear.
"The most we ever did was kiss," Trunks defended.
"Yeah right," mom joked.
"Anyway! I wanted to show you guys the tape from the Cell Games!" I called above everyone's voice. I dragged them all inside and popped the tape into Bulma's VCR. It started with a fuzzy static screen as Trunks and I took our jackets off, then switched to Trunks' face.
"Kay, Trunks," said a voice behind the camera. I recognized it as my voice. "Say a few words to Bulma-san." Trunks smiled and blushed. Bulma began laughing. We watched as the Trunks on screen said his hellos and mention that Vegeta was a jack- er, I mean a great man. That made Bulma laugh even more. Then the screen moved over to Vegeta.
"Please, Veggie!" said the video me. "Say something!" Vegeta growled.
"Don't ever call me that!" That sent everyone into hysterics.
"Oh that's classic!" mom laughed.
"At least say something to Bulma-san," said my video self.
"So, what should I say?" asked Vegeta.
"Well how about 'hello' for starters?"
"Hello, woman. Now what?"
"Um...I don't know!! She's your mate! Tell her you love her!"
"Moving on!" The camera was shoved away. Bulma burst out laughing. Goku made the scene next.
"Hiya Chi-chi!" he said cheerfully. "How are things there? Oops! Guess I shouldn't have asked that." He grinned sheepishly. Grandma smile warmly. After a bit of talk, Gohan was put on screen. Mom sighed, probably happy to see him.
"Hi mom!" he said. "Well...I'm keeping up in my studies." He talked for a bit. "And Pan's being stubborn. She won't tell me who her mom is. So...mysterious mother of Pan, I'll hopefully see ya later." Mom began giggling.
"He's so adorable," she whispered. The tape continued to roll through the rest of the Z warriors. Then Cell announced the beginning of the games. Mom gasped when she saw Grandpa Satan step up to the challenge.
"I know what you're thinking, mom. 'He's crazy to even be here.'"
"Damn straight!" mom yelled. "What is he doing there?" I shrugged innocently. The tape cut just before grandpa Satan got a chance to fight. "Is he okay?"
"Well, let's just say he's gonna have a pretty bad headache for about a month." There was static for a few minutes, which was quickly replaced by a bad shot of half the ground and feet.
"What the hell are we looking at?" Bulma asked.
"This must've been where I dropped the camera," I explained shyly. There were two pairs of feet on screen, then one pair disappeared. "See? That was Cell stealing the senzu beans from me, then going back to the battle ground." There was nothing interesting until a Cell junior knocked the camera over by accident so it was facing the battle, just in time to see Gohan turn super saiya-jin 2.
"Y'know, this would be a great shot if the camera wasn't sideways," mom stated. "I'm so proud of him. Look at that!" A battle carried on between him and Cell, going right through to the point when Goku had to teleport him away. Then, as Trunks later calls it, the best part came up. Yeah right.
"Ooh!" Trunks exclaimed. "This is where I get k-"
"Shut up!" I yelled. "You'll give it away!" Only seconds later, the dust cloud formed and video Trunks was shot through the stomach. Trunks, the real one, actually burst out laughing. I only rolled my eyes. He was really laughing at death. The others stared at him strangely. On the tape, I got my first glimpse of what I looked like as an Ultra Saiya-jin. I had to admit, I looked pretty beautiful.
"Wow...what do ya say to that?" mom mused.
"Trunks, sit down and shut up!" Bulma yelled, trying to get Trunks away from the TV.
"Pan, you look gorgeous," he said to me. I blushed.
"Thanks..." I replied. "You're not looking so bad yourself in the video." We all started laughing. The tape ended much later, showing the defeat of Cell and of Yamcha as he picked up the camera, turning it off.
"Oh, wow," Bulma said finally. "I must say, that was one intense battle."
"There's one more thing..." I whispered, pulling out the two pictures of the group. "These were taken before we left, but after the battle." Mom, obaasan, and Bulma looked at the pictures, then their eyes widened.
"Woah!" mom yelled. "How'd he get in there?"
"Goku...?" grandma said, slightly amused.
"That's a supernatural mistake!" Bulma said as-a-matter-of-fact.
"We have nothing to say that would explain that, but..." I trailed off. "Maybe his spirit is so strong with us that it could've shown up in the photo." Grandma was going to put the pictures back in my jacket when she found another. A sly grin found its way on her face.
"Pan? Are you trying to hide something?" she snickered. I snatched the picture from her hand. It was the one taken at the Steak Supreme. I laughed nervously.
"I guess I forgot to show you it," I replied, still laughing. Yes, things were finally back to normal. But...there was still that nagging thought that...not everything was back to normal. Not yet, anyway. There was still one last person that stood in the way of true peace. Cell...
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It was nearly 2 years later. Word had gotten out rather quickly about the androids' deaths. Earth was picking up the pieces and pulling itself back together. Trunks and I had done a great deal of helping. Thanks to my heightened sense of ki, I was able to find many survivors out of rubble and such. A lot of people were grateful to us for defeating the threat, and they insisted on naming our home city after whatever we wanted. Trunks and I agreed New Hope would do. Because that's what everyone had been given.
It wasn't until now that we heard about mysterious deaths occurring all over New Hope. People would simply vanish, the only trace left behind was their clothes. I remembered only too clearly what was the cause. Cell...We decided to stage a trip to the past to lure out Cell. We knew that if he found out about the time machine, he'd find us. And that's exactly what we wanted.
When the day arrived for our supposed trip, just as we thought, he showed up, wanting to take the time machine from us. We got him outside of the city and eliminated him without much trouble. It was over so quickly that we could've sworn nothing really happened that day. Now we could finally say it was over. Bulma was more than over-joyed that she wanted to throw a party in our honor. She invited all the townspeople and anyone we could think of. She also sent us to find Master Roshi.
As Trunks and I flew over the vast ocean, I got to thinking about what I planned on doing later in life. My birthday was coming up pretty soon and I'd finally be 18. It was amazing how much time was passing. One minute, I felt like a baby, and now I'm all grown up. Soon, if I didn't pay attention, I was going to be a grandmother in no time. We stopped flying when we saw a tiny island with a single house on it, the familiar words 'Kame' written on its roof. We both touched down on the island and looked around. It seemed...rather deserted.
"Hello?" I called. Silence was my answer. I became worried that everyone was dead, but a small sound made me change my mind. I spun around just in time to block someone's attack. I backed up and got into defense mode. There was a familiar old man in a fighting stance.
"Who are you?" he demanded. "Thieves? Come to rob my island?!" I stared at the old man curiously.
"Master Roshi!" I called. "Sorry to have startled you. We're not here to rob you. We're here to invite you to a party."
"A party?! I don't even know you!" he sputtered. "How the hell can you hold a party when the androids are rampaging?!"
"Man, you must really be out of the loop of things," Trunks joked. "The androids are dead!" Master Roshi stared in shock and surprise. Suddenly, he jumped into the air, cheering and hollering.
"Yes! They're gone!" he cried. "But who did it?" Trunks smirked casually.
"Us." I'm guessing the pause was for momentum. Again, Master Roshi leapt around, cheering. He was overwhelmed that I could almost see tears in his eyes through his dark sunglasses.
"Puar! Oolong! Come quick!" he called loudly. A cautious pair of animals made their way from the house. "Guess what! The androids are gone! These two defeated them!!" Instantly, the two became happy and cheerful, squealing with delight. I felt over-joyed to have brought them the news. "So how did you two manage that feat?"
"Well being part saiya-jin always helps," I joked. Then I remembered this Master Roshi didn't know us. "Oops."
"Did you say 'part saiya-jin'?" he said slowly. I nodded shyly, embarrassed by my slip-up.
"To get right to the point, I'm Trunks, and this is Pan," said the problem-solver of our group.
"Trunks? I remember that name...You're Bulma's boy, aren't you?" He smiled widely. "Wow! You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you. But of course, you were only a baby then." Trunks blushed. "So does that mean she's your sister, since you both have saiya-jin blood? Then I'd be in no danger when I look at her." Both Trunks and I fell over. He was still the biggest pervert ever.
"No, you baka!" I barked. "I'm Trunks' girlfriend!" Roshi sweat dropped and backed off quickly. I bet he knew better than to mess with a saiya-jin's mate. It was a wonder he still hit on Bulma in the past and lived to tell about it without Vegeta beating him to a pulp.
"Well if you aren't Trunks' sister, where'd you get your saiya-jin blood..." He trailed off. "You're Gohan's girl." I became shocked. How'd he know that?
"How'd you know that?" I asked.
"There's something about you that reminds me of the boy. But it's strange how you and Trunks look around the same age, yet when Trunks was a baby, Gohan was only 10." I blushed, but Roshi didn't seem to ask the question I was waiting for. 'How old was he when I was born?' Instead, he backed off rather quickly again. "How is Gohan anyway?" I looked away, tears threatening to spill. "Oh..." He choked back a sob. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It was no one's fault, really." That wasn't what I was thinking. I still felt guilty for what had happened so many years ago. I just couldn't let it go, couldn't shake off the feeling that it was my fault. Roshi saw the pain in my eyes and decided to change the subject. "So what was this about a party?" he asked.
"My kaasan's holding a party this Friday and she's inviting everyone she can, hoping to make it the biggest bash ever in history or something. She was really hoping to see you again, Roshi-sama." Trunks must've added the 'sama' part to flatter Roshi. And it worked.
"Well, when you put it that way, I'd love to go and grace this party with my presence. And it'll give me a chance to catch up with Bulma." He began giggling wildly, making me glad I couldn't read his perverted thoughts. We wrapped up our little get together, promising to talk a lot more at the party of Friday. With that, Trunk and I left the small island to return to Capsule Corp. Along the way, Trunks pulled me into a warm embrace, comforting me for when Roshi had brought up bad memories about my dad.
"He didn't mean to," he whispered in my ear. "He didn't even know."
"I know...it just hurts, that's all," I whispered back. He tilted my chin up.
"We haven't really talked about him since we got back from the trip." I nodded in agreement. "You wanna talk now?" I looked into his blue eye, reminding me of pools of sadness, yet hope and new beginnings. I smiled and placed my forehead against his chest.
"Remember that time he had that bowl of rice Bulma made, and as soon as she was out of the room, he threw the rice out?" Trunks laughed softly.
"Yeah, and he panicked when she came back, so he put the empty bowl on his head." I burst out laughing. I remember that vividly. Bulma had given him the weirdest look as she took the bowl from tousan and he had rice pieces in his hair that wouldn't come out for weeks. There were a lot of good memories after all. It just took time to get them out. We talked about all the happy times on the way back, having a laugh or two.
Once we were 'home', we began preparation for the party. Getting food was a bit of a problem since farms were scarce with the unforgiving ground and lack of good soil. Finding cattle or chicken or any other type of farm animals was even harder. It would be about a year before we'd be in full swing again. For now, though, people relied on man-made food like bread and canned foods that survived the Android Era. People nicknamed the Android Era: AE.
It no time at all, Friday came rolling along after all the preparations had been made. Grandma insisted that this was a VERY special night, so she forced me and mom to wear dresses and make-up. She even did our hair! Well, Bulma did say formal, but I don't think she was expecting me to wear a silly dress. I had to admit, though, I did like the dress. It was a strapless, dark violet dress with diamond studs here and there. It didn't strangle me like I thought it would. Grandma had done my hair so it was up in curls and little ringlets dropped from there to my face. They didn't look so bad after all, I suppose.
We arrived at Bulma's house at around 6pm. A lot of people wear already there. Bulma was with a crowd of people mingling with 'commoners' as she called them. I didn't see Trunks anywhere. I did see Master Roshi, shoving his way through a crowd of girls, conveniently touching them in all the wrong spots and earning several slaps along the way. I rolled my eyes and found a lone table to sit at in the grand hall. It was funny, no matter how many times I had explored Capsule Corp, I still didn't know this room existed. It could probably fit around 600 people, and that's when they're arm's lengths apart. After ten minutes of nothing but watching my mother and grandmother talking with Bulma, I was beginning to get bored. I had never been to a party, and already I hated them. But something told me this was definitely not the last party I'd go to. I was seriously wondering where Trunks was at. Maybe he had gotten lucky and managed to avoid this boring get-together. I checked my watch. It said 6:20pm. I decided I had had enough and was getting up to go to the balcony when a pair of hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who," said a deep, sexy voice.
"Mr. Briefs," I said sarcastically. "How nice of you to join the party at the last minute."
"There's no such thing as the last minute."
"Funny." I turned around and kissed my love on the lips.
"Care to dance? I've never tried before, but it looks simple enough." He pointed to he dance floor where couples were slow dancing. I shrugged. There was no reason to say no. Even if we did make fools of ourselves, the people loved us too much to make a fuss about it. Besides, they just make go and make it a new dance anyway. Trunks took my hand and lead me to the floor, where he wrapped his strong, protective arms around me. I closed my eyes and sighed as my arms found their way to his neck, hold him in a loving hug. I was going to ask why had been so late, but I left it alone. We slowly turned as a new slow song started up.
We were strangers
Starting out on a journey
Never dreaming
What we'd have to go through
Now here we are
I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you
I felt like this song was describing my relationship with Trunks. I met him so long ago. It seemed like ages, and in truth, it was. I have known him my whole life. I can't imagine a world without him. Somehow we had managed to find happiness with each other in a depressing, cold world, and without each other, I'm sure one would be awfully sad and lonely without the other. I shivered at the thought and hugged Trunks tighter.
No one told me
I was going to find you
Unexpected
What you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
So true were those words. I wouldn't have been able to go on after my father had been killed, but Trunks helped me through it. He pulled me out of my depression and got me talking again.
And life is a road
And I wanna keep going
Love is a river
I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road
Now and forever
Wonderful journey
I'll be there when the world stops turning
I'll be there when the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you
He was with me the entire time. He helped me so much. He meant so much to me. And even I helped him a great deal. I didn't know what I'd do if I lost him...like at the Cell Games. I was so frightened, so angry with myself, so lonely again without him. Vegeta had said I was practically lucky to be alive. No Ultra saiya-jin had ever advanced without taking her own life because she was hurting so much from her loss. I considered death myself in my blind rage and sadness. But I was too strong and too proud to do that. I would never kill myself because I know even if I lost Trunks, I still had my family, and they were human, so they needed me as much as I needed Trunks. But still...Trunks actually meant more to me than they did. I...I loved him so much. I knew that. I've known since I was 11. But I have never actually told him before.
I knew there was somebody somewhere
Like me alone in the dark
Now I know my dreams will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing's gonna tear us apart
I felt Trunks' arms move and I look up at him questioningly. He motioned me to follow him. I mentally shrugged and followed Trunks to the spacious balcony of his home. There was several beautiful and large flowers growing everywhere and a bench in the centre. He sat me down on the bench, taking a seat beside me. I looked up at the night sky. I remember how I had told Trunks that no matter what happened to Earth, the stars would stay the same and the sun would always rise. I looked into Trunks eyes and saw the reflection of the stars in his eyes. It was a beautiful sight. No words were required. I simply leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around me. After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up.
"Whatcha thinking?" I asked, not moving.
"Life. The future. My plans." He turned his head slightly. His hair was getting long again, but I actually liked it long. "I'm really thinking about you." I felt my heart jump.
"Really?" I asked. I know I shouldn't have been surprised, but still.
"Pan..." He seemed to be trying to find the right words or something. "Listen...I think we both know that we have...strong feelings for each other...and..." He was about to reach into his coat pocket when he heard his mother calling from inside.
"Hey you guys! Why are you out there in the cold?" she yelled from inside. I heard Trunks groan.
"It's okay, mom," he called back. "We're fine."
"Are you sure? I can bring a blanket or something!"
"No, we're fine!" Trunks said a little more forcefully, trying his best to get her to go away.
"Alright." Bulma returned to the party. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief. I put my hand to his cheek.
"You were saying?" I whispered. He looked a little frustrated.
"Look, what I was trying to say is that I'm madly in love with you!" he said in one breath, then blushed deeply. I felt my heart speed up. "I love you and..." He again reached into his pocket, pulling out a little box, and got off the bench, onto one knee. My heart began racing and I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach as I knew what was about to happen. "Son Pan Satan...will you marry me?" I began breathing a little deeper as he opened the little box, revealing the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen. I looked into his eyes. I saw a look of need, love, anticipation...and fear. Was he afraid I was going to say no? I wondered how someone could project such raw emotion in their eyes. I didn't need to think of what to say next as a few tears began to form in my eyes.
"Trunks!" I cried meekly as I dropped to the ground beside him and hugged him. "Of course I'll marry you!" Relief washed over his face and he began laughing to release some of his worry. I gave him a long, passionate kiss. When we parted, I said, "Were you scared...?" He swallowed and nodded. I felt a numb tear roll down my cheek. It was a happy tear. I kissed him again. "I'm in love with you too, silly. And I'd never reject you, let alone part from you. You're my one true love." He eagerly put the ring on my finger.
"I love you so much," he whispered in my ear. "How does Son Pan Satan Briefs sound?"
"Long." I smirked.
"True." He chuckled and gave it some thought. "How about just Pan Briefs?" I smirked.
"Sounds great, love." He helped me up and we sat on the bench again, looking at the calm, peaceful stars in the sky, seemingly untouched.
"And let's keep this from my kaasan and the others." I gave him a look that said, 'Are you crazy?' "I just think that if we tell them now, they'll wanna plan everything and they'll pick dates and go on and on about grandkids and great-grandkids and so on." Yeah, keeping it a secret sounded like a good idea right now.
"I'll do anything for you, T-chan." I gave him another kiss.
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