Chapter 2: Trunks' side
Trunks Briefs had stayed in his room for so long since his relationship with Pan ended. He wasn't sure why, what he did, but it killed him inside. He would hardly ever come down for dinner, and he was always in his room, not doing anything but thinking. And crying, sometimes...
His family had been worried about him for the two months since the breakup. His mother, Bulma, tried desperately to get him to move on with his life, often offering to take him places for no particular reason. He didn't care anymore, he didn't even report to work much anymore. His sister had become quiet towards him, her annoying nature (in his opinion, anyway) had all but disappeared for good. And his father would offer to help him train, but then called him a baby soon after when he refused.
Little did Vejiita know, Trunks had trained intensely since the breakup. Whenever there was nobody around the house, he would go into the training chamber and train far more intensely than his father ever had. He learned to channel all his thoughts, anger, and even sadness to his energy. He was astonished when his muscles grew much larger than normally, and his power was unmatched by almost everyone he knew. He had become his father, drawn to power by all of his thoughts, not for the same reasons though. He was corrupted, just as Vejiita had been long ago.
*Flashback*
Trunks Briefs had just left the office, hardly being there in the first place. Since he was made president of Capsule Corp. against his will, he had no time to do much anymore. He felt as though something was missing out of his life, something wasn't there that he needed. As soon as he walked out, he noticed his old friend Pan sitting on the couch. He cocked his eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" She looked up to see him, he wasn't sure if the look on her face was disgust or trying to hide happiness, probably disgust. They had always been sort of rivals, but really good friends.
"I can't find a sparring partner, I was hoping someone here could make me a robot for that or something." Trunks looked at her and smiled as best he could. "I could train with you." "Really? Would you do that for me Trunks?" "Hey, it's an excuse to get out of the office." They flew off, without anything else to say to each other, but each with a smile on their face.
As soon as they reached their normal training grounds, Trunks landed in front of her, no more than ten feet away. "Now, you're sure you want to do this?" "I want to reach Super Saiyajin, even if it kills me Trunks." "Pan, first you need to show me what you can do, before we can help that." She charged up some energy and charged at him. He stood looking ready, although he would really let her hit him. She landed a few blows to his stomach, still nothing compared to his condition in the present, but he stood there feeling only small blows. She stopped hitting him quickly and looked up at him with a red face. "So..." she gasped, "What did you think?" "Pan...not to sound rude or anything, but when's the last time you trained?"
"What do you mean by that?" "I just mean that you waste a lot of energy on small attacks and... you're not all that strong in the first place." "Hey, yes I am! You're just mad because you know I can beat you up!" "I just let you hit me, I hardly felt a thing!" She turned around and crossed her arms. "Trunks, you're so mean..." His hand would touch her shoulder gently. He had always had feelings for her, but he couldn't express them because everything seemed so wrong. Despite all this, he kissed down her neck gently, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind gently. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean it."
After that point in time, Pan and Trunks spent every moment they could with each other. Things were great for the both of them, Trunks had never been so happy in his life. Finally being able to show his feelings to her, those which he kept inside for so very long. But, he had a feeling like something phenomonal was going to happen, good or bad, something would.
And, that something did happen, and it was something he could never have wished for: the breakup. It wasn't his choice, by all means it wasn't, but it was something that happened. He lost something that he cared about so much, and he didn't even know why. All he knew was that he would never have felt like that again, towards anybody.
The first couple of weeks, he reassured himself that she would come back, he was definitely in denial at that point. All his friends, especially Goten, would think as though nothing were wrong, he hadn't given too much information to them in the first place. But soon, he went into a terrible stage, depression. Would he ever get her back? He could only tell himself no, he knew that she deserved better, and was sure she had already gotten that from somebody else.
*Present time*
The rain pattered violently against his window, he looked outside and decided it was the perfect day to go for a walk, he was of course out of wack. He walked downstairs and his mother stopped him at the door. "Where do you think you're going, son?" "I'm going for a walk." His mother gave him a bad look, and he looked to her the same way, then his face got angry and red. Things were tense with him now, he even thought his own mother was against him. "Look, mom, you can either move on your own or I can make you move." "Hey, Trunks! Don't treat your mother like that, it's not her fault your little girlfriend doesn't like you anymore." He looked back to see his father staring at him, with the same angry eyes he had seen since he could remember. But he knew that look, he knew it all too well. He gave Vejiita the same exact look, his facial features much like his father's. His arms tensed up, his entire body already bigger than his father's.
Vejiita couldn't believe his son was stronger than him, but he knew about all the secretive little training sessions he had. "Dad, just let me go!" His father nodded to Bulma, and she reluctantly moved from the doorway. He looked back and gave his father a slow smile of approval, feeling his dad could maybe understand what it was like to be an actual human being for once. He walked out the door and slammed it on the way, making his mother wince.
He walked out in the rain, hadn't even bothered to grab a jacket, still in his tanktop and pants. His feet would splash against the small puddles of water on the ground. The rain was hard, it reminded him of some of Pan's punches. He couldn't even bring himself to smile at this though; too many memories. He stopped in the park, on a bench far away from where Pan was sitting, and he laid down. The bench was soaked; he didn't care. He had no clue where she even was right now, he figured she was off to bigger and much better things than him. He knew he had to move on, but how could he do that without a bit of closure?
He sat up, his wet clothes uncomfortable. He brought his knees up and put his arms around them in a desperate attempt to keep himself warm. Water dripped from his hair, he wished he didn't have to go through all the heartache that he went through. He sat on the bench, soaked from the rain, the drops still hitting his face with a force, and he thought about everything they had been through together....
Trunks Briefs had stayed in his room for so long since his relationship with Pan ended. He wasn't sure why, what he did, but it killed him inside. He would hardly ever come down for dinner, and he was always in his room, not doing anything but thinking. And crying, sometimes...
His family had been worried about him for the two months since the breakup. His mother, Bulma, tried desperately to get him to move on with his life, often offering to take him places for no particular reason. He didn't care anymore, he didn't even report to work much anymore. His sister had become quiet towards him, her annoying nature (in his opinion, anyway) had all but disappeared for good. And his father would offer to help him train, but then called him a baby soon after when he refused.
Little did Vejiita know, Trunks had trained intensely since the breakup. Whenever there was nobody around the house, he would go into the training chamber and train far more intensely than his father ever had. He learned to channel all his thoughts, anger, and even sadness to his energy. He was astonished when his muscles grew much larger than normally, and his power was unmatched by almost everyone he knew. He had become his father, drawn to power by all of his thoughts, not for the same reasons though. He was corrupted, just as Vejiita had been long ago.
*Flashback*
Trunks Briefs had just left the office, hardly being there in the first place. Since he was made president of Capsule Corp. against his will, he had no time to do much anymore. He felt as though something was missing out of his life, something wasn't there that he needed. As soon as he walked out, he noticed his old friend Pan sitting on the couch. He cocked his eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" She looked up to see him, he wasn't sure if the look on her face was disgust or trying to hide happiness, probably disgust. They had always been sort of rivals, but really good friends.
"I can't find a sparring partner, I was hoping someone here could make me a robot for that or something." Trunks looked at her and smiled as best he could. "I could train with you." "Really? Would you do that for me Trunks?" "Hey, it's an excuse to get out of the office." They flew off, without anything else to say to each other, but each with a smile on their face.
As soon as they reached their normal training grounds, Trunks landed in front of her, no more than ten feet away. "Now, you're sure you want to do this?" "I want to reach Super Saiyajin, even if it kills me Trunks." "Pan, first you need to show me what you can do, before we can help that." She charged up some energy and charged at him. He stood looking ready, although he would really let her hit him. She landed a few blows to his stomach, still nothing compared to his condition in the present, but he stood there feeling only small blows. She stopped hitting him quickly and looked up at him with a red face. "So..." she gasped, "What did you think?" "Pan...not to sound rude or anything, but when's the last time you trained?"
"What do you mean by that?" "I just mean that you waste a lot of energy on small attacks and... you're not all that strong in the first place." "Hey, yes I am! You're just mad because you know I can beat you up!" "I just let you hit me, I hardly felt a thing!" She turned around and crossed her arms. "Trunks, you're so mean..." His hand would touch her shoulder gently. He had always had feelings for her, but he couldn't express them because everything seemed so wrong. Despite all this, he kissed down her neck gently, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind gently. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean it."
After that point in time, Pan and Trunks spent every moment they could with each other. Things were great for the both of them, Trunks had never been so happy in his life. Finally being able to show his feelings to her, those which he kept inside for so very long. But, he had a feeling like something phenomonal was going to happen, good or bad, something would.
And, that something did happen, and it was something he could never have wished for: the breakup. It wasn't his choice, by all means it wasn't, but it was something that happened. He lost something that he cared about so much, and he didn't even know why. All he knew was that he would never have felt like that again, towards anybody.
The first couple of weeks, he reassured himself that she would come back, he was definitely in denial at that point. All his friends, especially Goten, would think as though nothing were wrong, he hadn't given too much information to them in the first place. But soon, he went into a terrible stage, depression. Would he ever get her back? He could only tell himself no, he knew that she deserved better, and was sure she had already gotten that from somebody else.
*Present time*
The rain pattered violently against his window, he looked outside and decided it was the perfect day to go for a walk, he was of course out of wack. He walked downstairs and his mother stopped him at the door. "Where do you think you're going, son?" "I'm going for a walk." His mother gave him a bad look, and he looked to her the same way, then his face got angry and red. Things were tense with him now, he even thought his own mother was against him. "Look, mom, you can either move on your own or I can make you move." "Hey, Trunks! Don't treat your mother like that, it's not her fault your little girlfriend doesn't like you anymore." He looked back to see his father staring at him, with the same angry eyes he had seen since he could remember. But he knew that look, he knew it all too well. He gave Vejiita the same exact look, his facial features much like his father's. His arms tensed up, his entire body already bigger than his father's.
Vejiita couldn't believe his son was stronger than him, but he knew about all the secretive little training sessions he had. "Dad, just let me go!" His father nodded to Bulma, and she reluctantly moved from the doorway. He looked back and gave his father a slow smile of approval, feeling his dad could maybe understand what it was like to be an actual human being for once. He walked out the door and slammed it on the way, making his mother wince.
He walked out in the rain, hadn't even bothered to grab a jacket, still in his tanktop and pants. His feet would splash against the small puddles of water on the ground. The rain was hard, it reminded him of some of Pan's punches. He couldn't even bring himself to smile at this though; too many memories. He stopped in the park, on a bench far away from where Pan was sitting, and he laid down. The bench was soaked; he didn't care. He had no clue where she even was right now, he figured she was off to bigger and much better things than him. He knew he had to move on, but how could he do that without a bit of closure?
He sat up, his wet clothes uncomfortable. He brought his knees up and put his arms around them in a desperate attempt to keep himself warm. Water dripped from his hair, he wished he didn't have to go through all the heartache that he went through. He sat on the bench, soaked from the rain, the drops still hitting his face with a force, and he thought about everything they had been through together....