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Was Happy. There is blood, but only a fraction.
AN: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT or ever have done, if I did I wouldn't be writing this but making it real. All is copyright of Akira Toriyama.
But She Was Happy……………………….Chapter 3
Pan flew silently back to her house. It was situated in the city fifty miles away from her parent's house, but when she flew, it took less than three minutes at her fastest. All she wanted was to sleep.
~What am I going to do if Atzirk is home? He will try to see what is wrong with me, what shall I say? I'm gonna have to wait until my face goes to it's normal colour, not the red it is at the moment. I hope he will just let me go to bed instead of playing around…I'll just say that I'm tired~
She landed about 3 miles from the city and waited. The moon was out, and there were many stars because there wasn't any light in the countryside. There was a small breeze, unusual for winter and it made her feel cold, but she used her ki to keep herself warm. She logged onto Trunk's ki by chance and she sighed. It was quite low which meant that he was sleeping.
~I bet he is dreaming of his life right at this very moment…with Krystal. He must be so happy for me; if only he knew. But I promised that I would forget about him, so that is what I'll do~
She quickly logged out of his ki before her emotions took over. After a while, she levitated and flew home.
She landed in an alleyway and walked home. As she turned the corner, she saw her home and there was light coming from the door…and a person blocking the light. As she neared, she recognised it as her husband-to-be Atzirk.
~Great! That's all I need: 'Pan, honey, where have you been. I've been worried sick! I thought that one of those aliens that you told me about had landed'! I only want to sleep~
As she walked up the drive, he came out of the door and walked towards her. He, Atzirk, was quite a tall man: a foot taller than Pan. He had dark
blond hair that was long and tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were big and hazel coloured. She had met him at her gym and fighting dojo, which she ran. They had only met six months ago and he had proposed to her when they had been together for four months. She wished that he had gone slower, but she knew that it wouldn't make a difference to the situation she was in.
"Pan!" he called as he ran down the drive. He stopped as he reached her and put his arms around her waist, "where have you been? I called the dojo but you weren't there!"
"I was sparring with my friends," she lied awkwardly.
"Again?"
"Yeah…and telling them about the wedding as well," she added.
"Honey…"
~Man, I hate it when he calls me that!~she thought to herself.
"…why do you keep sparring with your friends instead of spending more time with me? But on the other hand it is a good thing that you told them about the big day…our big day." His grip on her waist tightened.
"It's in my blood to fight, Atzirk! I can't be with you all the time!" she replied harshly while she wished that he would let her sleep instead of
seducing her.
"I understand Pan. Let's go inside, you must be freezing."
"Not really," she said. She walked in front of him because she didn't want his hand on her shoulder, but he caught up and did what she didn't want and unable to do anything, let him.
Once inside, she headed straight to their room to have a shower to wash away her troubles, but she knew that forgetting about Trunks wasn't going to be easy. But before she could even get to the stairs, Atzirk grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She let him, not wanting to hurt him by going against his grip. He pushed her against the wall gently but with force, and touched her cheek with his right hand while his other held onto her waist.
"You grow more beautiful with every passing second, honey, and I can't wait to see more," he said. He leaned in to kiss her, much to Pan's annoyance as she wanted to wash and sleep, but she let him have his kiss. She had kissed many guys before, but none had kissed as mind blowing as Atzirk, but she just wasn't in the mood. When he advanced to pulling of her jeans, she pulled his hands off her. He looked at her weirdly.
"No, Atzirk! I am tired and sweaty and I want to go to bed. Not tonight…another night, I promise," she said to him as he held onto her waist, which was slim and built, "please?"
He abruptly let go off her and pecked her on the cheek. "On the wedding night then." And he stalked off into the kitchen.
Pan was surprised by his attitude, but she knew that it was down to the fact that he had been looking forward to a night of passion. She went upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom for a hot steamy wash. She undressed and got into the shower and washed herself. Her long hair now reached down to her backside. The bathroom soon filled with steam.
~I'm glad that he didn't put up a fight, otherwise I would have had to put up with it because I was in no mood for arguing back. At least he didn't realise anything was wrong with me, but it shows how he doesn't look out for my inner feelings because I wasn't acting myself at all and he just lapped it up like a sick puppy! I wonder what Trunks is doing right now…ugh! I promised myself that I would try to put that behind me and concentrate on my marriage with Atzirk…but I can't stop thinking about him, even when I knew that he's sleeping~
She was so frustrated that she turned the water onto cold. She could hardly feel it for a number of reasons: she was a saiyan and that she wasn't thinking properly. The steam quickly disappeared and she started to shiver, but she didn't care: Trunks was on her mind.
~Why do I keep thinking about him? Why? I need to forget about him: he won't accept me because he loves someone else and regards me as a friend!~
"I need to get on with my life!" she shouted aloud. It echoed around the spacious bathroom, partly because of the volume of her voice. As she shouted this, she banged her head against the shower wall, which was tiled and her blood dripped down it. She cursed loudly when she realised the big open gash on her head then fell to the floor of the shower in tears.
~I don't love Trunks~ she told her conscience.
But you do.
~I don't! I love At…Atzirk~
Then why do you have trouble saying his name?
~I don't have trouble saying his name…I love him~
You don't. Your heart belongs truly to Trunks. Always has, always will.
~I…I…who am I kidding? I do love Trunks, everything about him: his hair, eyes, strength…everything that Atzirk doesn't have. But I must face the fact that he has a girlfriend and is my friend! I have to let him go and only have a friendship because that is what he wants~
Tears fell down her face once again, but it was mixed with blood from the bump on her head. She cursed herself and got out of the shower shivering with coldness, but she put it out of her mind and looked at the mirror. The left side of her forehead was impossible to identify, as it was bloody. She applied as much pressure as she could to it, her hands covering in blood. After about a minute, she got a small towel and wiped her brow. She could now see the cracked bump clearly, and the bleeding had finally stopped. She put her clean hand to her head to perform a technique to close up the wound. Pan hated doing this technique as is hurt, even for a saiyan, but it got rid of infection and there the scab left would go in 24 hours.
~I hope Atzirk doesn't question me about this~ she thought as a dark blue energy beam escaped her hand and touched her cut. It felt as if she was being pierced with needles along with it being red-hot. She tried her best not to yell out in pain. She moved her hand back and forth along the cut until it was nothing more than a scab that was long and thin along her head. She was glad that it would disappear within 24 hours otherwise, it would be there for her wedding.
~If I go through with it~ she wrapped a towel around her shivering body and sat down on the side of the bath. She couldn't be bothered to dry herself using her ki. ~Of course I'm gonna go through with it. I must forget about my love for Trunks to make him happy, even if it kills me~ She got changed into her nightdress and slipped out of the bathroom and into bed. She made a mental note not to lose control again and hurt herself. She faced away from where Atzirk would be sleeping so he wouldn't inspect her cut and she fell asleep with a picture of Trunks in her mind, trying to forget about him during her dreams.
Trunks woke to the sun hitting his face and he wondered why he didn't shut the curtains last night and then he remembered. He turned to lean on his back and he felt a funny feeling hit his stomach. He tried to get rid of the memory that he had of Pan that was in his head, but he couldn't. He tried harder, pushing himself to the very limit and he succeeded instead picturing Krystal.
~At least I am doing what I set out to do: to forget about Pan and let her go. She must be so happy, probably dreaming about the big day. I wonder what she will look like? I better have control over myself on her day, because I will have to go to the wedding, otherwise it's as if I am abandoning her…and she regards me as a true friend. How I wish things had turned out differently, but I promise to let her go…so that is what I will do~
He realised that he was still in his clothes from yesterday, so he quickly undressed into something more comfortable: black sport trousers and a long capsule corp. tee shirt. He went into the bathroom and washed his face. He decided to go to his part of the complex to finish his paperwork and not to disturb the others as it was only 7:00.
He ignored his growling stomach and set out his work on the table in the kitchen. He enjoyed being the president of the corporation and his mother was still there as the vice president. He had inherited his mother's intellectual intelligence and was just as clever as her. He also was a keen fighter.
He stared at his work: formula
^ ¬¬
6a x} 7 (9/67) tan-1
=9076-x
He hated formulas but he had to write down all his work in formulas for the circuitry of the capsules, especially the ones that he was developing that would hold twice as much. He quickly finished the equation and set out drawing diagrams and labelling them for his mother. But after a while, his mind went back to Pan. He kept picturing her beauty in his head and he imagined holding her and both of them happy. He jumped out of his fantasising by banging his hand on the table, slamming his pen with him. He realised that it had made him sweat: small beads dripped down his brow. He couldn't believe that she had made him go over the top and lose control.
~I know that she is beautiful and everything, but I didn't expect that! I have to let her go, she is happy with…him. If she is happy, then I am happy too. I better go down to the mall with Bra today to get something to wear. I want to make Pan happy and I also have to by her a gift~
Trunks went back to his work, only to find that his stomach was rumbling more. He decided to see what was in his fridge and he settled on a large yoghurt. After he had eaten it, he heard commotion coming from downstairs. His father's ki was not in the gravity room but in the main kitchen. He decided to see what was going on. As he opened the door to his bedroom, something caught his eye. It was a picture of himself and Krystal at a club. He remembered the night like it was yesterday, and said to himself that he would have to call her.
As he neared the main kitchen, he heard some of the arguing between his parents:
"You are going to the wedding if it is the last thing on this planet," yelled his mom
"Why would I want to go to a 'wedding' of someone who is related to kakarott? I have to train!" retaliated his dad.
"For your information, we haven't seen her in nine years!"
"That does not make a difference to me."
"You are going to that wedding, wearing formal wear…not training clothes or clothes you wear around the house: a suit or tuxedo," said his mother.
Trunks walked into the room and saw that his mom was fuming and that his dad, arms crossed, didn't care the least.
"I am not going to an Earth ritual, Bulma," said Vegeta looking over to her red-hot face.
"If you think you're going to get out of it that easy you have another thing coming, Vegeta. I will not fix the gravity machine or make any meals for you. You can starve for all I care…or you can just go to the wedding, wearing the clothes that I say and stay there for the whole evening: there'll be lots of food and dancing. Oh, and if you think Trunks or Bra will fix the machine for you, you had better watch out," she yelled, now turning to Trunks and relaxing her features.
~Blimey! Mom sure acts like she is twenty-one again even though she is 57~
"Trunks, are you hungry? I'm making waffles for breakfast," she asked him as she turned towards the cooker, still angry with Vegeta.
Vegeta didn't like it when his mate acted like that and he knew that the best way was to go along with it. Although he didn't like the idea of the wedding, the mention of there being food made his decision: "Okay, woman, you win. I'll go to the ceremony."
"Good. You never know, but I might treat you to what you like if you don't put up a performance or embarrass me," she relied looking at him with a smile.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and sat down at the table. Trunks joined him and wiped his eyes as they were aching with tiredness. A few minutes later Bra came downstairs with a huge smile on her face. She told them that Goten had just called her and that she, Marron and him were going to the mall to look for clothes for the wedding. Trunks grinned privately. He was the only one who knew that she was dating him. Bra was annoyed when he found out, but Trunks always had to help her lie when she was going out with him. Only their mother was suspicious.
"Well, good. I'll come as well as I need something to wear." said Bulma.
"No! Mum…you should relax at home…I'll get you something to wear from the mall, you don't need to worry," said Bra toady.
"Do you want to go on your own because you need some private time with Marron and your other 'friend'?" Bulma said placing waffles on the table.
"No, mum not at all. You said that you were busy yesterday anyway." She blushed and sat down at the table.
Vegeta now smirked and laughed. Trunks knew that he had probably worked it out.
"Dad, why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at your excuse for getting close and personal with Kakarott's brat," he said.
"Dad!" she said looking at him sharply. After a while she spoke again, "I thought that you would have a problem with me seeing him; after all he is Goku's son…and you don't like him."
"As long as the saiyan line is carrying on, I don't mind. If you one day have a brat, it will be half saiyan like you instead of being quarter saiyan like Kakarott's brat's brat."
"Oh thanks dad!" she said as she cuddled him. He jumped when she caught him around the neck and he told her to let go.
"So it is true then Bra. You should have told me," her mother said putting another plate of waffles on the table.
"I didn't want to."
"It doesn't matter. Did you know about this Trunks?" Bulma asked him.
Trunks jumped out of his daydream when his mother called him. He had been thinking about Pan. He had tried desperately to put her out of his head and succeeded, replacing her with a thought of Krystal: that was when his mother had called him.
"Yeah, I did. But only because I caught them kissing about three months ago in the work shed by the main gate," he said. He was finding it easier forgetting and letting Pan go than he thought it would.
Bra blushed at this comment and the family went about eating. The entire table was filled with over one hundred waffles including two bottles of syrup. Trunks told Bra that he would come with her to the mall to get something for the wedding, and their mother decided to stay at home after all.
After breakfast, Bulma told Bra that Pan was having a hen night before the wedding and that they were both going along with 18, Marron, Chi-Chi, Pan's mother and her friend from her dojo Sasha. She then told Bra to tell Trunks that Videl said that Krystal could come as well as she was sure that Pan would like to meet her. Also that she could come to the wedding.
When Bra told Trunks this, he wondered what Krystal would make of Pan as she was fussy with people. Then the realisation hit him. Now he would have to be even more controllable over his actions as if his girlfriend saw him drooling over Pan, he would be out of it…but he wished things had worked out differently, and that he could be with Pan. He quickly dismissed the thought out of his head, although it hurt.
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AN: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z or Dragonball GT or ever have done, if I did I wouldn't be writing this but making it real. All is copyright of Akira Toriyama.
But She Was Happy……………………….Chapter 3
Pan flew silently back to her house. It was situated in the city fifty miles away from her parent's house, but when she flew, it took less than three minutes at her fastest. All she wanted was to sleep.
~What am I going to do if Atzirk is home? He will try to see what is wrong with me, what shall I say? I'm gonna have to wait until my face goes to it's normal colour, not the red it is at the moment. I hope he will just let me go to bed instead of playing around…I'll just say that I'm tired~
She landed about 3 miles from the city and waited. The moon was out, and there were many stars because there wasn't any light in the countryside. There was a small breeze, unusual for winter and it made her feel cold, but she used her ki to keep herself warm. She logged onto Trunk's ki by chance and she sighed. It was quite low which meant that he was sleeping.
~I bet he is dreaming of his life right at this very moment…with Krystal. He must be so happy for me; if only he knew. But I promised that I would forget about him, so that is what I'll do~
She quickly logged out of his ki before her emotions took over. After a while, she levitated and flew home.
She landed in an alleyway and walked home. As she turned the corner, she saw her home and there was light coming from the door…and a person blocking the light. As she neared, she recognised it as her husband-to-be Atzirk.
~Great! That's all I need: 'Pan, honey, where have you been. I've been worried sick! I thought that one of those aliens that you told me about had landed'! I only want to sleep~
As she walked up the drive, he came out of the door and walked towards her. He, Atzirk, was quite a tall man: a foot taller than Pan. He had dark
blond hair that was long and tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were big and hazel coloured. She had met him at her gym and fighting dojo, which she ran. They had only met six months ago and he had proposed to her when they had been together for four months. She wished that he had gone slower, but she knew that it wouldn't make a difference to the situation she was in.
"Pan!" he called as he ran down the drive. He stopped as he reached her and put his arms around her waist, "where have you been? I called the dojo but you weren't there!"
"I was sparring with my friends," she lied awkwardly.
"Again?"
"Yeah…and telling them about the wedding as well," she added.
"Honey…"
~Man, I hate it when he calls me that!~she thought to herself.
"…why do you keep sparring with your friends instead of spending more time with me? But on the other hand it is a good thing that you told them about the big day…our big day." His grip on her waist tightened.
"It's in my blood to fight, Atzirk! I can't be with you all the time!" she replied harshly while she wished that he would let her sleep instead of
seducing her.
"I understand Pan. Let's go inside, you must be freezing."
"Not really," she said. She walked in front of him because she didn't want his hand on her shoulder, but he caught up and did what she didn't want and unable to do anything, let him.
Once inside, she headed straight to their room to have a shower to wash away her troubles, but she knew that forgetting about Trunks wasn't going to be easy. But before she could even get to the stairs, Atzirk grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She let him, not wanting to hurt him by going against his grip. He pushed her against the wall gently but with force, and touched her cheek with his right hand while his other held onto her waist.
"You grow more beautiful with every passing second, honey, and I can't wait to see more," he said. He leaned in to kiss her, much to Pan's annoyance as she wanted to wash and sleep, but she let him have his kiss. She had kissed many guys before, but none had kissed as mind blowing as Atzirk, but she just wasn't in the mood. When he advanced to pulling of her jeans, she pulled his hands off her. He looked at her weirdly.
"No, Atzirk! I am tired and sweaty and I want to go to bed. Not tonight…another night, I promise," she said to him as he held onto her waist, which was slim and built, "please?"
He abruptly let go off her and pecked her on the cheek. "On the wedding night then." And he stalked off into the kitchen.
Pan was surprised by his attitude, but she knew that it was down to the fact that he had been looking forward to a night of passion. She went upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom for a hot steamy wash. She undressed and got into the shower and washed herself. Her long hair now reached down to her backside. The bathroom soon filled with steam.
~I'm glad that he didn't put up a fight, otherwise I would have had to put up with it because I was in no mood for arguing back. At least he didn't realise anything was wrong with me, but it shows how he doesn't look out for my inner feelings because I wasn't acting myself at all and he just lapped it up like a sick puppy! I wonder what Trunks is doing right now…ugh! I promised myself that I would try to put that behind me and concentrate on my marriage with Atzirk…but I can't stop thinking about him, even when I knew that he's sleeping~
She was so frustrated that she turned the water onto cold. She could hardly feel it for a number of reasons: she was a saiyan and that she wasn't thinking properly. The steam quickly disappeared and she started to shiver, but she didn't care: Trunks was on her mind.
~Why do I keep thinking about him? Why? I need to forget about him: he won't accept me because he loves someone else and regards me as a friend!~
"I need to get on with my life!" she shouted aloud. It echoed around the spacious bathroom, partly because of the volume of her voice. As she shouted this, she banged her head against the shower wall, which was tiled and her blood dripped down it. She cursed loudly when she realised the big open gash on her head then fell to the floor of the shower in tears.
~I don't love Trunks~ she told her conscience.
But you do.
~I don't! I love At…Atzirk~
Then why do you have trouble saying his name?
~I don't have trouble saying his name…I love him~
You don't. Your heart belongs truly to Trunks. Always has, always will.
~I…I…who am I kidding? I do love Trunks, everything about him: his hair, eyes, strength…everything that Atzirk doesn't have. But I must face the fact that he has a girlfriend and is my friend! I have to let him go and only have a friendship because that is what he wants~
Tears fell down her face once again, but it was mixed with blood from the bump on her head. She cursed herself and got out of the shower shivering with coldness, but she put it out of her mind and looked at the mirror. The left side of her forehead was impossible to identify, as it was bloody. She applied as much pressure as she could to it, her hands covering in blood. After about a minute, she got a small towel and wiped her brow. She could now see the cracked bump clearly, and the bleeding had finally stopped. She put her clean hand to her head to perform a technique to close up the wound. Pan hated doing this technique as is hurt, even for a saiyan, but it got rid of infection and there the scab left would go in 24 hours.
~I hope Atzirk doesn't question me about this~ she thought as a dark blue energy beam escaped her hand and touched her cut. It felt as if she was being pierced with needles along with it being red-hot. She tried her best not to yell out in pain. She moved her hand back and forth along the cut until it was nothing more than a scab that was long and thin along her head. She was glad that it would disappear within 24 hours otherwise, it would be there for her wedding.
~If I go through with it~ she wrapped a towel around her shivering body and sat down on the side of the bath. She couldn't be bothered to dry herself using her ki. ~Of course I'm gonna go through with it. I must forget about my love for Trunks to make him happy, even if it kills me~ She got changed into her nightdress and slipped out of the bathroom and into bed. She made a mental note not to lose control again and hurt herself. She faced away from where Atzirk would be sleeping so he wouldn't inspect her cut and she fell asleep with a picture of Trunks in her mind, trying to forget about him during her dreams.
Trunks woke to the sun hitting his face and he wondered why he didn't shut the curtains last night and then he remembered. He turned to lean on his back and he felt a funny feeling hit his stomach. He tried to get rid of the memory that he had of Pan that was in his head, but he couldn't. He tried harder, pushing himself to the very limit and he succeeded instead picturing Krystal.
~At least I am doing what I set out to do: to forget about Pan and let her go. She must be so happy, probably dreaming about the big day. I wonder what she will look like? I better have control over myself on her day, because I will have to go to the wedding, otherwise it's as if I am abandoning her…and she regards me as a true friend. How I wish things had turned out differently, but I promise to let her go…so that is what I will do~
He realised that he was still in his clothes from yesterday, so he quickly undressed into something more comfortable: black sport trousers and a long capsule corp. tee shirt. He went into the bathroom and washed his face. He decided to go to his part of the complex to finish his paperwork and not to disturb the others as it was only 7:00.
He ignored his growling stomach and set out his work on the table in the kitchen. He enjoyed being the president of the corporation and his mother was still there as the vice president. He had inherited his mother's intellectual intelligence and was just as clever as her. He also was a keen fighter.
He stared at his work: formula
^ ¬¬
6a x} 7 (9/67) tan-1
=9076-x
He hated formulas but he had to write down all his work in formulas for the circuitry of the capsules, especially the ones that he was developing that would hold twice as much. He quickly finished the equation and set out drawing diagrams and labelling them for his mother. But after a while, his mind went back to Pan. He kept picturing her beauty in his head and he imagined holding her and both of them happy. He jumped out of his fantasising by banging his hand on the table, slamming his pen with him. He realised that it had made him sweat: small beads dripped down his brow. He couldn't believe that she had made him go over the top and lose control.
~I know that she is beautiful and everything, but I didn't expect that! I have to let her go, she is happy with…him. If she is happy, then I am happy too. I better go down to the mall with Bra today to get something to wear. I want to make Pan happy and I also have to by her a gift~
Trunks went back to his work, only to find that his stomach was rumbling more. He decided to see what was in his fridge and he settled on a large yoghurt. After he had eaten it, he heard commotion coming from downstairs. His father's ki was not in the gravity room but in the main kitchen. He decided to see what was going on. As he opened the door to his bedroom, something caught his eye. It was a picture of himself and Krystal at a club. He remembered the night like it was yesterday, and said to himself that he would have to call her.
As he neared the main kitchen, he heard some of the arguing between his parents:
"You are going to the wedding if it is the last thing on this planet," yelled his mom
"Why would I want to go to a 'wedding' of someone who is related to kakarott? I have to train!" retaliated his dad.
"For your information, we haven't seen her in nine years!"
"That does not make a difference to me."
"You are going to that wedding, wearing formal wear…not training clothes or clothes you wear around the house: a suit or tuxedo," said his mother.
Trunks walked into the room and saw that his mom was fuming and that his dad, arms crossed, didn't care the least.
"I am not going to an Earth ritual, Bulma," said Vegeta looking over to her red-hot face.
"If you think you're going to get out of it that easy you have another thing coming, Vegeta. I will not fix the gravity machine or make any meals for you. You can starve for all I care…or you can just go to the wedding, wearing the clothes that I say and stay there for the whole evening: there'll be lots of food and dancing. Oh, and if you think Trunks or Bra will fix the machine for you, you had better watch out," she yelled, now turning to Trunks and relaxing her features.
~Blimey! Mom sure acts like she is twenty-one again even though she is 57~
"Trunks, are you hungry? I'm making waffles for breakfast," she asked him as she turned towards the cooker, still angry with Vegeta.
Vegeta didn't like it when his mate acted like that and he knew that the best way was to go along with it. Although he didn't like the idea of the wedding, the mention of there being food made his decision: "Okay, woman, you win. I'll go to the ceremony."
"Good. You never know, but I might treat you to what you like if you don't put up a performance or embarrass me," she relied looking at him with a smile.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and sat down at the table. Trunks joined him and wiped his eyes as they were aching with tiredness. A few minutes later Bra came downstairs with a huge smile on her face. She told them that Goten had just called her and that she, Marron and him were going to the mall to look for clothes for the wedding. Trunks grinned privately. He was the only one who knew that she was dating him. Bra was annoyed when he found out, but Trunks always had to help her lie when she was going out with him. Only their mother was suspicious.
"Well, good. I'll come as well as I need something to wear." said Bulma.
"No! Mum…you should relax at home…I'll get you something to wear from the mall, you don't need to worry," said Bra toady.
"Do you want to go on your own because you need some private time with Marron and your other 'friend'?" Bulma said placing waffles on the table.
"No, mum not at all. You said that you were busy yesterday anyway." She blushed and sat down at the table.
Vegeta now smirked and laughed. Trunks knew that he had probably worked it out.
"Dad, why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at your excuse for getting close and personal with Kakarott's brat," he said.
"Dad!" she said looking at him sharply. After a while she spoke again, "I thought that you would have a problem with me seeing him; after all he is Goku's son…and you don't like him."
"As long as the saiyan line is carrying on, I don't mind. If you one day have a brat, it will be half saiyan like you instead of being quarter saiyan like Kakarott's brat's brat."
"Oh thanks dad!" she said as she cuddled him. He jumped when she caught him around the neck and he told her to let go.
"So it is true then Bra. You should have told me," her mother said putting another plate of waffles on the table.
"I didn't want to."
"It doesn't matter. Did you know about this Trunks?" Bulma asked him.
Trunks jumped out of his daydream when his mother called him. He had been thinking about Pan. He had tried desperately to put her out of his head and succeeded, replacing her with a thought of Krystal: that was when his mother had called him.
"Yeah, I did. But only because I caught them kissing about three months ago in the work shed by the main gate," he said. He was finding it easier forgetting and letting Pan go than he thought it would.
Bra blushed at this comment and the family went about eating. The entire table was filled with over one hundred waffles including two bottles of syrup. Trunks told Bra that he would come with her to the mall to get something for the wedding, and their mother decided to stay at home after all.
After breakfast, Bulma told Bra that Pan was having a hen night before the wedding and that they were both going along with 18, Marron, Chi-Chi, Pan's mother and her friend from her dojo Sasha. She then told Bra to tell Trunks that Videl said that Krystal could come as well as she was sure that Pan would like to meet her. Also that she could come to the wedding.
When Bra told Trunks this, he wondered what Krystal would make of Pan as she was fussy with people. Then the realisation hit him. Now he would have to be even more controllable over his actions as if his girlfriend saw him drooling over Pan, he would be out of it…but he wished things had worked out differently, and that he could be with Pan. He quickly dismissed the thought out of his head, although it hurt.
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