A thanks to all who reviewed. I haven't been updating this one as
frequently as I have been due to my other story and a bit of writer's block
(my first time!)
Some have been asking when will the romance blossom between Trunks and Pan. Let's see……………………………………………………………...
……………………………………NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!
1 But She Was Happy………………chapter six
Pan, Bra, Marron and Sasha clapped with everyone else when they found out that they had won the contest; and the prize was…one free drink for all of them!
So they continued to drink and drink and drink and drink. The other guests of the hen night could see them at the bar due to the reflective paint that they had on them.
"If they don't stop drinking, they'll have a bad hangover tomorrow," said Bulma.
"Don't worry. They're saiyans. They don't have hangovers. Well…according to Gohan they don't," said Videl, taking a sip of her wine.
"What about Marron? She is no saiyan and she will have a hangover tomorrow. What time do we have to be at the church tomorrow, again?" asked 18.
"Well, it starts at midday. Get to the church for at least half past eleven. Pan better wake up tomorrow. She has to be up by at least seven if she wants to look her best and believe me, she will. Especially with Chi- Chi's help."
"Yes, Videl," said Chi-Chi, "I will make my Granddaughter look beautiful!"
They continued chatting for a long time about the wedding and they all heard about Bulma's escapade with Vegeta and the suit.
Meanwhile, the friends were still drinking!
"Hey, Sasha. Ever felt such pain in your head?" asked Marron who was clutching her head.
"No! Pan, you have really done it this time. You have made us pissed, really pissed. I feel like an elephant!" moaned Bra.
"I've never got drunk before, Bra. And I intend to see what it feels like by the end of tonight," said Pan, gulping down the last bit of her Hooch.
The evening went on. Music and dancing mixed with drinking and beer was the height of the night.
After a little rest, another one of their favourite songs came onto the box: Julie, by Ali G and Shaggy. They loved this song and everyone else in the club as well. They rushed to the dance floor. Just as Sasha got there, a nice looking and I mean, nice looking guy asked her to dance. She agreed, whispering to Pan how fit he looked.
Soon, Pan got tired out. She decided to go and get a drink to clear her head and she decided on a glass of water. As she was finishing it, a man came up to her and sat next to her.
"Hi," he said.
Pan looked in his direction to meet with the ugliest face she had ever seen. She scanned him, to his delight, and looked back up at his face.
~What is he playing at, this geezer? I am getting married tomorrow and I don't want to be in the face of a whore~
"Can I have a small bottle of Carlsberg please?" asked Pan, hoping that he would go. She wasn't in the mood for water anymore.
Just as she was about to pay, he stepped in.
"I'll pay for that."
"You don't have to, you know," said Pan.
"Let me."
~Well, if it saves me money let him pay for it. He has it all wrong, thinking that I'm single. I'm not at all, although, I wish I was…and with Trunks~
Pan could feel her emotions kicking in, so mentally kicked herself.
~Pan, it's time for a plan. Make him think that you are interested and save money due to all the drinks he will buy you~
"Who are you?" asked Pan.
"Someone with talent, looks and an impressive tongue that wants to be in your mouth."
"……….."
"Have another drink…."
"Pan, my name's Pan," she said.
~He is gross! But he is buying the drinks~
~As long as she gets as pissed as possible, she's mine~
He smirked to himself and watched her drown the beer in about a minute. She asked for another and again let him pay. She was taking him for a fool.
1.1 Several drinks later… I mean a lot later, let's say, five drinks later?!
"Would you like another, honey?" he asked, smiling at his success.
"Yeah," she replied, head in her arms. She had an empty glass in her hand and was fiddling with it. A full glass that she droned down slowly eventually replaced it. Suddenly, she spit what she had in her mouth onto the bar and laughed. Yes, laughed.
He looked at her funnily, then asked her:
"What's so funny?"
Pan looked up at him with drunken eyes.
"I'm just thinking about my fiancée," she replied.
He gulped: "Fiancée?"
"Yeah. I just want to see the look on his face when I tell him that I love someone else."
"So, you're getting married but love someone else?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Who is he?" he asked.
Pan again burst out laughing. This time, she got up and pushed herself away from the bar. Because of her drunkenness, she couldn't even stand up straight and would have fallen to the floor had it not been for the man that had been buying her the drinks. He lifted her up.
Pan's vision was blurry. She couldn't see his face properly, but a picture of Trunks came into her head and replaced the blurry vision.
"Trunks," she said blandly. She put her hand to his face.
"Who? Umm…yeah, that's my name," he lied. He knew that he was going to get what he wanted, a good night with her.
Pan leaned against his chest, thinking that it was Trunks.
"Dance with me," she said, looking into his eyes.
He immediately dragged her to the dance floor. Faithless was playing. She started to dance wildly and he joined in with her hip movements. He placed his hands on her hips and danced so close to her that no trace of light could be seen. Towards the end of the song, she turned herself around to face him. She placed her hands on his chest. As the song ended and another one started, she looked up to him and put her hand on his face.
"Trunks," she whispered.
The man, seeing his chance, crushed his lips to hers. In her drunken state, Pan was not surprised by the act, so joined in. She knew that he was a very bad kisser, by the way he bit over her lip. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, while her arms encircled his neck. She was finally with Trunks, finally. Then it hit her.
Her senses returned to normal. The pain in her head was gone, and she could see. And her mind didn't say Trunks, but pervert. She broke the kiss immediately, purposely and forcefully grazing her teeth over his lips. She looked into his eyes. Rage slowly built up inside of her. It clicked.
"You pervert!" she exclaimed. She slapped him across the face, as gently as she could to avoid making a scene, but to him it was pure torture. He nearly fell over. As he got up, she lifted her knee to meet him where it hurt. He doubled over in pain and mumbled: "You…you, alien!" and went off towards the bar.
Pan felt tears coming to her eyes, and she touched her lips. She could still taste him. She pushed past everyone and ran into the bathroom.
She put her hands on either side of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see that her eyes were puffy and tears came out of them. No one else was in the bathroom. She then threw up. After that, she cracked the mirror with her fist as it went flying onto the mirror.
~How could you, Pan~ she thought, ~You are getting married tomorrow and you go and kiss another man? What happened to your self-control? You are a saiyan. You love Atzirk and this is your hen night, not a prostitute hang out~
She wiped her eyes.
~But that isn't the truth, is it. You thought that he was Trunks, which means that you think about him more than your damn fiancée~
It was truth that dawned on her again, but she let it go. She waited until her eyes returned to normal, but it was slow going.
"Come on," she said to herself, "What happened to the Pan that was a tomboy and never acted like this?"
But she knew that she had changed. She still loved to fight, but was now a woman who also loved to act like one.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It read: 11:47. She decided to get back to the table while the others danced. At around three minutes to midnight, Pan's mother came back with Chi-Chi, 18 and Bulma, all very worn out. Videl said that they were all in for a surprise at midnight and they wondered what it was, even Videl didn't know what it was. The others came back as they were talking about it, but no one noticed Pan's unusual behaviour. Then the DJ announced that the bubble party was about to start.
Bubble party?
The DJ asked everyone to come into the room beside him that was now opened and to bring all belongings. As they went through the doors, it looked like an ordinary empty room. They had to walk all the way to the other side of the huge room to a mini room that had many pegs for belongings and that was where they hung all their belongings. As they came into the main room again, the workers shut the doors on either end.
"What's going on?" asked Bra.
"I don't know," said Pan, her mood brightening up.
"I think we're about to find out…" said Sasha as the tiles on the walls seemed to move. They left huge gaps in the wall and guess what came out of it …bubbles and suds!
The bubbles rose all the way up to their waists and they were all soaked to their skins. Laughter erupted from all the group as Bra slipped over right into it, her hair filled with suds. She cursed herself as she now had to wash her hair. By two in the morning, they were exhausted and wet as hell. Pan was happy again because of all the happenings during the last two hours. They eventually got out of the suds and made their way home, saying good luck to Pan because she had to survive the torture of her grandmother tomorrow.
Pan couldn't get to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for over an hour and the clock now read 3:24. She and her grandmother had stayed the night around her parent's house as to get her ready for the wedding. Pan had her mind on other things except sleep. Her mind was consistently on Trunks and what had happened since she had met him on that faithful day. She remembered how he had looked at her, with beautiful blue orb eyes and blue hair in curtains. She couldn't even picture Atzirk and her mind also kept showing what had happened just a little earlier at the club with the man who she had kissed. She tossed and turned even more.
~I will not cry~ she thought to herself.
She tried to get to sleep, but guilt was in her heart. She could feel the guilt of not having told Trunks that she had loved him when they were looking for the black star dragonballs. She couldn't marry Atzirk if she didn't love him; she wouldn't say it at the wedding either. So it meant one thing: run.
She got dressed into blue denim jeans, a red tank top and a jacket. She tied her hair up and put on her orange bandanna and flew off into the night.
Trunks had woken up when his Mother and sister had come home as they had made so much noise. He even had to help his father get the two drunkards up the stairs into their bedrooms! He hadn't been able to get back to sleep since. He had been concentrating on Pan's ki. It was restless meaning that she wasn't asleep so he stayed onto it. That was when he felt her ki moving, moving away. He bolted up straight in his bed.
~Shit! The only reason you go out on the night before your wedding is if you are having second thoughts. I can't let my best girl have second thoughts on her wedding. I want her to be happy…even if it makes my unhappy. Man Trunks! Get a hold of yourself~ He got dressed as quick as possible and flew out of his window, following her ki into the starry night.
At last, this chapter is finished! I can't wait to write the next one! I think that there are probably three of four chapters to go, but I might extend it if I come up with an idea.
Please can you review, they are what I live on for food (it doesn't taste nice)
Adios,
dragonagility
Some have been asking when will the romance blossom between Trunks and Pan. Let's see……………………………………………………………...
……………………………………NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!
1 But She Was Happy………………chapter six
Pan, Bra, Marron and Sasha clapped with everyone else when they found out that they had won the contest; and the prize was…one free drink for all of them!
So they continued to drink and drink and drink and drink. The other guests of the hen night could see them at the bar due to the reflective paint that they had on them.
"If they don't stop drinking, they'll have a bad hangover tomorrow," said Bulma.
"Don't worry. They're saiyans. They don't have hangovers. Well…according to Gohan they don't," said Videl, taking a sip of her wine.
"What about Marron? She is no saiyan and she will have a hangover tomorrow. What time do we have to be at the church tomorrow, again?" asked 18.
"Well, it starts at midday. Get to the church for at least half past eleven. Pan better wake up tomorrow. She has to be up by at least seven if she wants to look her best and believe me, she will. Especially with Chi- Chi's help."
"Yes, Videl," said Chi-Chi, "I will make my Granddaughter look beautiful!"
They continued chatting for a long time about the wedding and they all heard about Bulma's escapade with Vegeta and the suit.
Meanwhile, the friends were still drinking!
"Hey, Sasha. Ever felt such pain in your head?" asked Marron who was clutching her head.
"No! Pan, you have really done it this time. You have made us pissed, really pissed. I feel like an elephant!" moaned Bra.
"I've never got drunk before, Bra. And I intend to see what it feels like by the end of tonight," said Pan, gulping down the last bit of her Hooch.
The evening went on. Music and dancing mixed with drinking and beer was the height of the night.
After a little rest, another one of their favourite songs came onto the box: Julie, by Ali G and Shaggy. They loved this song and everyone else in the club as well. They rushed to the dance floor. Just as Sasha got there, a nice looking and I mean, nice looking guy asked her to dance. She agreed, whispering to Pan how fit he looked.
Soon, Pan got tired out. She decided to go and get a drink to clear her head and she decided on a glass of water. As she was finishing it, a man came up to her and sat next to her.
"Hi," he said.
Pan looked in his direction to meet with the ugliest face she had ever seen. She scanned him, to his delight, and looked back up at his face.
~What is he playing at, this geezer? I am getting married tomorrow and I don't want to be in the face of a whore~
"Can I have a small bottle of Carlsberg please?" asked Pan, hoping that he would go. She wasn't in the mood for water anymore.
Just as she was about to pay, he stepped in.
"I'll pay for that."
"You don't have to, you know," said Pan.
"Let me."
~Well, if it saves me money let him pay for it. He has it all wrong, thinking that I'm single. I'm not at all, although, I wish I was…and with Trunks~
Pan could feel her emotions kicking in, so mentally kicked herself.
~Pan, it's time for a plan. Make him think that you are interested and save money due to all the drinks he will buy you~
"Who are you?" asked Pan.
"Someone with talent, looks and an impressive tongue that wants to be in your mouth."
"……….."
"Have another drink…."
"Pan, my name's Pan," she said.
~He is gross! But he is buying the drinks~
~As long as she gets as pissed as possible, she's mine~
He smirked to himself and watched her drown the beer in about a minute. She asked for another and again let him pay. She was taking him for a fool.
1.1 Several drinks later… I mean a lot later, let's say, five drinks later?!
"Would you like another, honey?" he asked, smiling at his success.
"Yeah," she replied, head in her arms. She had an empty glass in her hand and was fiddling with it. A full glass that she droned down slowly eventually replaced it. Suddenly, she spit what she had in her mouth onto the bar and laughed. Yes, laughed.
He looked at her funnily, then asked her:
"What's so funny?"
Pan looked up at him with drunken eyes.
"I'm just thinking about my fiancée," she replied.
He gulped: "Fiancée?"
"Yeah. I just want to see the look on his face when I tell him that I love someone else."
"So, you're getting married but love someone else?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Who is he?" he asked.
Pan again burst out laughing. This time, she got up and pushed herself away from the bar. Because of her drunkenness, she couldn't even stand up straight and would have fallen to the floor had it not been for the man that had been buying her the drinks. He lifted her up.
Pan's vision was blurry. She couldn't see his face properly, but a picture of Trunks came into her head and replaced the blurry vision.
"Trunks," she said blandly. She put her hand to his face.
"Who? Umm…yeah, that's my name," he lied. He knew that he was going to get what he wanted, a good night with her.
Pan leaned against his chest, thinking that it was Trunks.
"Dance with me," she said, looking into his eyes.
He immediately dragged her to the dance floor. Faithless was playing. She started to dance wildly and he joined in with her hip movements. He placed his hands on her hips and danced so close to her that no trace of light could be seen. Towards the end of the song, she turned herself around to face him. She placed her hands on his chest. As the song ended and another one started, she looked up to him and put her hand on his face.
"Trunks," she whispered.
The man, seeing his chance, crushed his lips to hers. In her drunken state, Pan was not surprised by the act, so joined in. She knew that he was a very bad kisser, by the way he bit over her lip. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, while her arms encircled his neck. She was finally with Trunks, finally. Then it hit her.
Her senses returned to normal. The pain in her head was gone, and she could see. And her mind didn't say Trunks, but pervert. She broke the kiss immediately, purposely and forcefully grazing her teeth over his lips. She looked into his eyes. Rage slowly built up inside of her. It clicked.
"You pervert!" she exclaimed. She slapped him across the face, as gently as she could to avoid making a scene, but to him it was pure torture. He nearly fell over. As he got up, she lifted her knee to meet him where it hurt. He doubled over in pain and mumbled: "You…you, alien!" and went off towards the bar.
Pan felt tears coming to her eyes, and she touched her lips. She could still taste him. She pushed past everyone and ran into the bathroom.
She put her hands on either side of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see that her eyes were puffy and tears came out of them. No one else was in the bathroom. She then threw up. After that, she cracked the mirror with her fist as it went flying onto the mirror.
~How could you, Pan~ she thought, ~You are getting married tomorrow and you go and kiss another man? What happened to your self-control? You are a saiyan. You love Atzirk and this is your hen night, not a prostitute hang out~
She wiped her eyes.
~But that isn't the truth, is it. You thought that he was Trunks, which means that you think about him more than your damn fiancée~
It was truth that dawned on her again, but she let it go. She waited until her eyes returned to normal, but it was slow going.
"Come on," she said to herself, "What happened to the Pan that was a tomboy and never acted like this?"
But she knew that she had changed. She still loved to fight, but was now a woman who also loved to act like one.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It read: 11:47. She decided to get back to the table while the others danced. At around three minutes to midnight, Pan's mother came back with Chi-Chi, 18 and Bulma, all very worn out. Videl said that they were all in for a surprise at midnight and they wondered what it was, even Videl didn't know what it was. The others came back as they were talking about it, but no one noticed Pan's unusual behaviour. Then the DJ announced that the bubble party was about to start.
Bubble party?
The DJ asked everyone to come into the room beside him that was now opened and to bring all belongings. As they went through the doors, it looked like an ordinary empty room. They had to walk all the way to the other side of the huge room to a mini room that had many pegs for belongings and that was where they hung all their belongings. As they came into the main room again, the workers shut the doors on either end.
"What's going on?" asked Bra.
"I don't know," said Pan, her mood brightening up.
"I think we're about to find out…" said Sasha as the tiles on the walls seemed to move. They left huge gaps in the wall and guess what came out of it …bubbles and suds!
The bubbles rose all the way up to their waists and they were all soaked to their skins. Laughter erupted from all the group as Bra slipped over right into it, her hair filled with suds. She cursed herself as she now had to wash her hair. By two in the morning, they were exhausted and wet as hell. Pan was happy again because of all the happenings during the last two hours. They eventually got out of the suds and made their way home, saying good luck to Pan because she had to survive the torture of her grandmother tomorrow.
Pan couldn't get to sleep. She had been tossing and turning for over an hour and the clock now read 3:24. She and her grandmother had stayed the night around her parent's house as to get her ready for the wedding. Pan had her mind on other things except sleep. Her mind was consistently on Trunks and what had happened since she had met him on that faithful day. She remembered how he had looked at her, with beautiful blue orb eyes and blue hair in curtains. She couldn't even picture Atzirk and her mind also kept showing what had happened just a little earlier at the club with the man who she had kissed. She tossed and turned even more.
~I will not cry~ she thought to herself.
She tried to get to sleep, but guilt was in her heart. She could feel the guilt of not having told Trunks that she had loved him when they were looking for the black star dragonballs. She couldn't marry Atzirk if she didn't love him; she wouldn't say it at the wedding either. So it meant one thing: run.
She got dressed into blue denim jeans, a red tank top and a jacket. She tied her hair up and put on her orange bandanna and flew off into the night.
Trunks had woken up when his Mother and sister had come home as they had made so much noise. He even had to help his father get the two drunkards up the stairs into their bedrooms! He hadn't been able to get back to sleep since. He had been concentrating on Pan's ki. It was restless meaning that she wasn't asleep so he stayed onto it. That was when he felt her ki moving, moving away. He bolted up straight in his bed.
~Shit! The only reason you go out on the night before your wedding is if you are having second thoughts. I can't let my best girl have second thoughts on her wedding. I want her to be happy…even if it makes my unhappy. Man Trunks! Get a hold of yourself~ He got dressed as quick as possible and flew out of his window, following her ki into the starry night.
At last, this chapter is finished! I can't wait to write the next one! I think that there are probably three of four chapters to go, but I might extend it if I come up with an idea.
Please can you review, they are what I live on for food (it doesn't taste nice)
Adios,
dragonagility