Chapter 6: The Second Apology
Trunks sat in his room, devastated at what he had just done. Was that right at all, to yell at her like that? It was obvious that he had inherited his father's traits, in more ways than just his looks. He had become his father, and that was not what he wished at all. So, he sat in his room, tears jerked from his eyes, looking straight forward. He recalled a picture he had kept, and he rummaged through his drawers for a time before he finally found it, obviously keeping it from anyone who may be as nosey as to find it. The picture was a full picture of her, smiling. He looked deeply into the picture's eyes, the eyes of his only love. He brought the picture to his lips and kissed it gently, then stared at it more. "I'm so sorry Pan..."
He knew what he had to do, he knew exactly what this meant. He had to go and apologize to her, and perhaps he would want to take her back if he could. He laid down on his bed when Bulma walked in. "What did that awful girl say to you?" "Mom, I don't need any of this from you right now, okay?" His face was red and there were dried tears upon his face. "You deserve better than her Trunks, and you know it." "Mom, will you shut up?" Bulma's face showed a look of horror, never knowing her little boy, who was not so little anymore, would say something like that to her. "Son, I'm just looking out for what's best for you.." "What's best? Pan, is best for me! You've never been able to see that before now! You were so mean to her, and all she did was make your "precious little boy" feel good about himself!!" Her expression on her face was something he enjoyed seeing. He loved his mother, but she could really go overboard for the most part when it came to him.
"Look, I know what I have to do, and I know I have to go talk to her. About everything, about all that went on when we were not around each other, about my actions before, everything." "You can't be serious son. Please, think this through." "Mom, you want to be supportive? I think right now, the best advice I can give you is to stay out of my life. All you do is cause Pan even more grief, and that's not at all what I want. I know I've been hanging around Dad too much, and I think I've inherited all his little personality traits that I shouldn't have." "How can you say that about your father?" "You know it's true, mom! Now, thanks to my awful actions and whatever you may have said to her, I feel terrible. Look at my face! Have you ever seen your "baby boy" like this before?" "Well...I..." "No, because everything that was good in my life is gone, and there's only one slim chance I can ever bring it back. I would gladly give up the company for her, she's all need in life. And you need to understand that..."
With that ending statement, he knew enough was enough and he moved past his mother into the hallway. "You think about what you put her through... because it's affected me too." He then began to run down the hall, and to the front door. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" "Out, what's it to you?" "What's it to me? I'm your father, I need to know where you're going." Trunks got a small smile on his face and he looked back to his father. "Going to get my life back..." Vejiita knew exactly what Trunks meant, finally understanding his son. He gave his son a nod, and a small smile of approval. Although he wasn't too fond of Pan either (mainly because she was Gokou's granddaughter), he could still accept the fact that his son was happy in his life.
As Trunks ran through the rain, he thought about what she would say. "I wonder what she's going to say..." he thought to himself. "I'm sure she won't want to even see me, and as for Gohan and Videl, they'll have something to say on the matter." Yet, he didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care that he was getting soaked, he didn't care what her parents were going to say, as long as he could see her, no matter what kind of condition she was in, one more time. Thoughts ran through his mind, a swarm of bees around a hive. Never had he thought about any one thing so much, or any consequences.
When he reached the Son's house, he hesitantly knocked on the door. "Maybe I should have used the doorbell," he thought. A worried father opened the door, Trunks knew Gohan from long ago, but this had been the first time he had visited in two months. "Trunks...how nice to see you. How have you been?" "Well.... I've been good, you know I..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry Gohan, is Pan here?" "Yeah, but I'm afraid she's in her room right now. I'm not sure what she's doing, but she's there." "Do you think I could see her for a minute? I kind of need to talk to her about something..." "Trunks, does this have anything to do with your relationship with her? Because... Videl doesn't want you seeing her anymore." "What? Why not?" "Well, it seems Pan would tell her about what happened, but not me. Strange... anyway, that's what she said." "Gohan, this is important. I really need to speak with her." Gohan hesitated, then let Trunks get by.
Just as he thought he was home free, Videl stopped him. "And what, may I ask, are you doing here?" "I... have to talk to Pan, ma'am..." "Oh no, she told me everything, you're not seeing her." "That's why I'm here, Videl!" "I can't let you see her... are you just here to "satisfy" your needs to see her in pain again?" "Look Videl, I'm going to see her whether you let me or not, so you might as well get out of the way." Videl glared at the young boy who had caused her daughter so much pain, but found this quite amusing and moved out of the way. Trunks ran upstairs to Pan's room as fast as he could, and knocked gently.
"Pan...are you in there?" "Go away, I don't want to see you!!" "Pan, please let me in, I have some things to explain." "Oh, now you want to talk? It's a little late now, my life is officially over." "Pan, don't say that. Please, let me in..." A few seconds later, the door swung open and he met her there. He looked at her, still seeing the same person he had always known and loved, although her hair was quite messy, and tears had brought a look he had never seen to her face. She glared at him, her eyes angry. She sat on her bed and looked away, just as he had done to her, and he slowly shut the door and locked it.
"Pan... what I said earlier... It meant nothing." She crossed her arms. "Hmph. I'm sure..." "Listen, do you want to know the truth?" She then turned to face him, and he was happy that she would look at him at least, even though he did not show her such gratitude. "The truth is... Pan, I love you, I could never imagine being with anyone else. To tell you the truth, I just yelled at my mom about everything that has been going on." "Y-You did...?" "Yes... I did. And I'm sorry about all I said, everything. I can't be mad at you, it's so hard to be." She turned away again. "I didn't mean any of it, I am really sorry... Can you forgive me?" Trunks was waiting, waiting for a reaction, anything....
Trunks sat in his room, devastated at what he had just done. Was that right at all, to yell at her like that? It was obvious that he had inherited his father's traits, in more ways than just his looks. He had become his father, and that was not what he wished at all. So, he sat in his room, tears jerked from his eyes, looking straight forward. He recalled a picture he had kept, and he rummaged through his drawers for a time before he finally found it, obviously keeping it from anyone who may be as nosey as to find it. The picture was a full picture of her, smiling. He looked deeply into the picture's eyes, the eyes of his only love. He brought the picture to his lips and kissed it gently, then stared at it more. "I'm so sorry Pan..."
He knew what he had to do, he knew exactly what this meant. He had to go and apologize to her, and perhaps he would want to take her back if he could. He laid down on his bed when Bulma walked in. "What did that awful girl say to you?" "Mom, I don't need any of this from you right now, okay?" His face was red and there were dried tears upon his face. "You deserve better than her Trunks, and you know it." "Mom, will you shut up?" Bulma's face showed a look of horror, never knowing her little boy, who was not so little anymore, would say something like that to her. "Son, I'm just looking out for what's best for you.." "What's best? Pan, is best for me! You've never been able to see that before now! You were so mean to her, and all she did was make your "precious little boy" feel good about himself!!" Her expression on her face was something he enjoyed seeing. He loved his mother, but she could really go overboard for the most part when it came to him.
"Look, I know what I have to do, and I know I have to go talk to her. About everything, about all that went on when we were not around each other, about my actions before, everything." "You can't be serious son. Please, think this through." "Mom, you want to be supportive? I think right now, the best advice I can give you is to stay out of my life. All you do is cause Pan even more grief, and that's not at all what I want. I know I've been hanging around Dad too much, and I think I've inherited all his little personality traits that I shouldn't have." "How can you say that about your father?" "You know it's true, mom! Now, thanks to my awful actions and whatever you may have said to her, I feel terrible. Look at my face! Have you ever seen your "baby boy" like this before?" "Well...I..." "No, because everything that was good in my life is gone, and there's only one slim chance I can ever bring it back. I would gladly give up the company for her, she's all need in life. And you need to understand that..."
With that ending statement, he knew enough was enough and he moved past his mother into the hallway. "You think about what you put her through... because it's affected me too." He then began to run down the hall, and to the front door. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" "Out, what's it to you?" "What's it to me? I'm your father, I need to know where you're going." Trunks got a small smile on his face and he looked back to his father. "Going to get my life back..." Vejiita knew exactly what Trunks meant, finally understanding his son. He gave his son a nod, and a small smile of approval. Although he wasn't too fond of Pan either (mainly because she was Gokou's granddaughter), he could still accept the fact that his son was happy in his life.
As Trunks ran through the rain, he thought about what she would say. "I wonder what she's going to say..." he thought to himself. "I'm sure she won't want to even see me, and as for Gohan and Videl, they'll have something to say on the matter." Yet, he didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care that he was getting soaked, he didn't care what her parents were going to say, as long as he could see her, no matter what kind of condition she was in, one more time. Thoughts ran through his mind, a swarm of bees around a hive. Never had he thought about any one thing so much, or any consequences.
When he reached the Son's house, he hesitantly knocked on the door. "Maybe I should have used the doorbell," he thought. A worried father opened the door, Trunks knew Gohan from long ago, but this had been the first time he had visited in two months. "Trunks...how nice to see you. How have you been?" "Well.... I've been good, you know I..." He shook his head. "I'm sorry Gohan, is Pan here?" "Yeah, but I'm afraid she's in her room right now. I'm not sure what she's doing, but she's there." "Do you think I could see her for a minute? I kind of need to talk to her about something..." "Trunks, does this have anything to do with your relationship with her? Because... Videl doesn't want you seeing her anymore." "What? Why not?" "Well, it seems Pan would tell her about what happened, but not me. Strange... anyway, that's what she said." "Gohan, this is important. I really need to speak with her." Gohan hesitated, then let Trunks get by.
Just as he thought he was home free, Videl stopped him. "And what, may I ask, are you doing here?" "I... have to talk to Pan, ma'am..." "Oh no, she told me everything, you're not seeing her." "That's why I'm here, Videl!" "I can't let you see her... are you just here to "satisfy" your needs to see her in pain again?" "Look Videl, I'm going to see her whether you let me or not, so you might as well get out of the way." Videl glared at the young boy who had caused her daughter so much pain, but found this quite amusing and moved out of the way. Trunks ran upstairs to Pan's room as fast as he could, and knocked gently.
"Pan...are you in there?" "Go away, I don't want to see you!!" "Pan, please let me in, I have some things to explain." "Oh, now you want to talk? It's a little late now, my life is officially over." "Pan, don't say that. Please, let me in..." A few seconds later, the door swung open and he met her there. He looked at her, still seeing the same person he had always known and loved, although her hair was quite messy, and tears had brought a look he had never seen to her face. She glared at him, her eyes angry. She sat on her bed and looked away, just as he had done to her, and he slowly shut the door and locked it.
"Pan... what I said earlier... It meant nothing." She crossed her arms. "Hmph. I'm sure..." "Listen, do you want to know the truth?" She then turned to face him, and he was happy that she would look at him at least, even though he did not show her such gratitude. "The truth is... Pan, I love you, I could never imagine being with anyone else. To tell you the truth, I just yelled at my mom about everything that has been going on." "Y-You did...?" "Yes... I did. And I'm sorry about all I said, everything. I can't be mad at you, it's so hard to be." She turned away again. "I didn't mean any of it, I am really sorry... Can you forgive me?" Trunks was waiting, waiting for a reaction, anything....