****A/N: Anybody got a fairy repellant?
Thank yous…
badgerwolf… I rarely check mine too… But I like getting email… Strange, isn't it? I'm sorry, but I've never watched Slayers… From what I heard, it sounded good, though. LOL. I thought that was a funny idea too… But you know? Maybe I can… grow a tail! Hah, yeah right…
KinkySaiyan… Funny? That last chapter was serious, for me… *o.O* It wasn't supposed to be that funny…*^-~*
I suppose I should say something about how telepathy looks… hee, hee. Telepathy will be written between two of these "~", okay? Direct thoughts will be between these "{}". If you haven't noticed yet… these "( )" mean that I'm butting in… ****
Trunks POV- Day after party
I'm at work again. I don't even know how I got here. The women in the hallways stared at me, as usual, but I didn't care any more. I couldn't have what I wanted, anyway. These silly onnas were nothing to me anymore.
{Pan… I can't be with you, can I?} I sighed as I sat down at my desk, not even seeing the papers lying across the surface. {Kuso! Why can't I? Kami, why did I bond her? I must be the Baka no Oiji… the prince of idiots…} Somehow, I found this funny. I started to laugh quietly. The laugh became hysterical, but stayed quiet. Somewhere, the laughter turned to tears, and I sobbed quietly onto my arms. {Am I really that stupid?}
*
The door must have opened. I don't remember hearing it open, but it had to have opened. Fortunately, it opened about an hour after I finished my crying spell. I was trying to work, but my lack of an attention span was phenomenal. {Kuso.}
"Hello, Mom," I said, sensing the ki of the person who had entered the room.
"What's wrong, Trunks?" she asked, staring at my face.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. I'll be more awake in about an hour."
"Are you sure you're okay, Trunks? You aren't usually tired at this time of day."
{Mom… stop trying to pry. You're not getting anything here.} "It was an exciting day, yesterday… Plus, there is so little of interest to do here, that it hasn't woken me up yet…" {That sounded like me, didn't it?}
"Okay, hun. I'll leave you alone. I was just bringing you some more papers to work on." She smiled. She knew that I hated paperwork. She was trying to get me to protest, to prove that I was, indeed, alright.
I obliged. "Mom! Don't you think that, just maybe, I already have enough to sign? Look at this," I gestured at all the papers already strewn across my desk.
She smiled, relieved. She had just wanted a normal reaction from me. "Well, you need to sign them anyway. The sooner, the better, right?"
With that, she left.
I decided to leave, too. The bars on my window were still bent, and that was fine by me. That meant that I could leave without going through the rest of the building.
*
Flying at top speed, it took me only three minutes to get home. I zipped into my bedroom as quickly as possible. I got rid of the suit, and found some of my old training clothes. They smelled kind of… musty. I really need to use them more often.
I dressed quickly in the black pants and sleeveless shirt (similar to what Mirai Trunks wore, only tied around the waist… minus the jacket) I hopped over to the balcony on one foot, while putting a boot on the other. I switched sides as I passed out of the balcony door. I finally managed to fit on the other boot, and I took off. I was definitely in need of some training.
Ten more minutes found me standing in the middle of nowhere, doing my stretches. I was stiffer than I expected I would be. My back and legs were so tight that I couldn't stretch to my full extent. Admittedly, the stretches I was doing would put the best of ballet dancers to shame… but I knew that I could do much better than that…
An hour after that my gi was ripped from the stones I had blasted to oblivion, but I wasn't even close to beginning to tire. I wasn't pushing myself… I decided to remedy that.
Little did I know, I was acting just like my father. I was trying to get rid of my pain by training. There were several other reasons for my training, though. In the back of my mind I could recall my dream. I would become stronger, if only to protect little Pan-chan. In the shape I was in, though, she would probably have a better chance on her own.
*
Several more hours passed, and I was finally tiring… not much though. I was startled to notice a large ki approaching. I was even more startled to realize that it was my father. What did he want?
He landed about five feet away from me. "Finally beginning to train again, brat? What brought this about?"
"Gomen nasai, Father, but I don't feel like talking, right now." What I really didn't feel like was talking to him.
"If you talk, brat, I might leave you alone. Onna wanted to know why you are behaving so strangely. She wanted to know because she returned to your office about three minutes after talking to you, and you were gone, brat." He scowled, obviously expecting me to answer him.
"So…" I decided to be insulting. Maybe it would make him leave me alone. "You're bugging me because you don't want to sleep on the couch?"
"Iie. I'm bugging you because I noticed your strange behavior, also. Why would you be training out here instead of the GR?"
"I came out here because I figured you would be in the GR."
"If you want a decent workout, you should be sparring."
"Hai, so…?"
"I will spar with you."
I looked at him oddly. {What kind of drugs is he on?} "Did Mom give you to much painkiller?"
He scowled at me, disgust plainly written across his face, just like usual. "Consider it an honor, brat. And I won't go easy on you." He shifted into a fighter's stance. "The only thing that I'll promise is not to kill you… and that is just for the onna's sake."
"Did I hear you call Son Kun a brat, yesterday?" I matched stances with him.
"That is what you call a brat, brat. He has the body of a brat, therefore, he is a brat. Don't waste my time brat," he said and came at me with a punch.
I easily dodged. A small smile replaced both of our scowls.
Gohan POV
Back to work… Dad's coming back was great, but there's nothing like the atmosphere of the lab. Some would say that the lab's atmosphere was sulfuric, but I never noticed…
Two of the younger women just transferred here tittered. I ignored it, and headed straight for my office. One of the women… they were girls, really… walked up and asked me if I needed any help in my office. I politely told them that, no, I did not need help, but Dr. Svenson would probably need some help.
The woman, girl, made a disgusted sound and walked away. I looked back after her, confused. What was that all about?
*
During the coffee break, Dad showed up. To say the least, I was shocked. I didn't even know that he knew where I worked…
"Just call me Goku while you're at work," he said with a grin, "or else you'll freak out your co-workers."
"Da… Goku, what are you doing here?" I hissed. It bothered me incredibly, for some odd reason, that he would just show up here like that.
"I was curious," he said simply. "Can I look around your office?"
I growled at him quietly, "Only if you are willing to give a blood sample to my… project."
"Sure," he said, not bothering to think about it.
"I'd be taking your blood with a needle, Da… Goku."
His face turned remarkably pale at the mention of the needle. "……Hmmm…" He worked up his courage to answer. It looked like he was planning to say that he still wanted to go inside my office. "How 'bout we deal? I get free run of the lab… and you get some of my blood with that…" he shuddered "…needle."
"D… Goku, why do you want to run around in the lab, anyway?"
"I had some ideas while I was gone… I promise not to break anything… and if I do… I will fix or replace it. Okay?" He flashed that innocent Son grin.
"Who do you think your foolin', Son Kun?" I asked quietly. "You never had any scientific interests while you were here."
"Actually, I did. I just didn't bother with them… and I want to now. Please?"
"You want to borrow lab equipment to, I suppose?"
"Hai," he still grinned that innocent grin.
"Blood first," I said, waggling my finger under his nose, "And no destroying lab equipment while I'm taking it either…"
"Okay…" he murmured apprehensively. I led him over to the med. area. This would be hard…
Goten POV
"Well… kuso, but I'm not good at this kind of stuff, Pan…"
She glared at me. "You want him to just give up and die? He would, you know. You didn't hear him. The way he was talking… He made it sound as if he were already dead." To my surprise, she suddenly burst into tears.
"Panny-chan, it's okay. We can help him… You just need to find out who he's bonded to, first. He tells you more than he would ever tell me…"
"So… it's up to me, huh? From what you told me… I think I could recognize if I were bonding to someone…" she sniffed, " and, Kami, I think I am…"
"Who?" I asked, stunned. Pan just didn't seem to be the type.
"Trunks…" at that, I hugged her. She looked like she needed a hug. She sobbed on my shoulder. "And to think that he bonded to another person… it hurts. As much as his dying would…"
"It's okay… With that in mind, Pan, I think that you really need to talk to him… but, I think you should wait until tomorrow. Okay? You need some sleep. Tackle the problem head-on in the morning. Make sure you do it after you eat breakfast, though. Everything always seems better when you've got a full stomach. Except… nauseous things…" I smiled to encourage her… "It'll all go down well, in the end…"
****A/N Okay… not so long, but at least it's up!
Preview: Poor Panny-chan… she's gonna have an interesting day… Trunks is going to have a vacation… And Goten and Bra get some quiet time together *^- ~*… Trunks'll have an interesting day too…
Thank yous…
badgerwolf… I rarely check mine too… But I like getting email… Strange, isn't it? I'm sorry, but I've never watched Slayers… From what I heard, it sounded good, though. LOL. I thought that was a funny idea too… But you know? Maybe I can… grow a tail! Hah, yeah right…
KinkySaiyan… Funny? That last chapter was serious, for me… *o.O* It wasn't supposed to be that funny…*^-~*
I suppose I should say something about how telepathy looks… hee, hee. Telepathy will be written between two of these "~", okay? Direct thoughts will be between these "{}". If you haven't noticed yet… these "( )" mean that I'm butting in… ****
Trunks POV- Day after party
I'm at work again. I don't even know how I got here. The women in the hallways stared at me, as usual, but I didn't care any more. I couldn't have what I wanted, anyway. These silly onnas were nothing to me anymore.
{Pan… I can't be with you, can I?} I sighed as I sat down at my desk, not even seeing the papers lying across the surface. {Kuso! Why can't I? Kami, why did I bond her? I must be the Baka no Oiji… the prince of idiots…} Somehow, I found this funny. I started to laugh quietly. The laugh became hysterical, but stayed quiet. Somewhere, the laughter turned to tears, and I sobbed quietly onto my arms. {Am I really that stupid?}
*
The door must have opened. I don't remember hearing it open, but it had to have opened. Fortunately, it opened about an hour after I finished my crying spell. I was trying to work, but my lack of an attention span was phenomenal. {Kuso.}
"Hello, Mom," I said, sensing the ki of the person who had entered the room.
"What's wrong, Trunks?" she asked, staring at my face.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. I'll be more awake in about an hour."
"Are you sure you're okay, Trunks? You aren't usually tired at this time of day."
{Mom… stop trying to pry. You're not getting anything here.} "It was an exciting day, yesterday… Plus, there is so little of interest to do here, that it hasn't woken me up yet…" {That sounded like me, didn't it?}
"Okay, hun. I'll leave you alone. I was just bringing you some more papers to work on." She smiled. She knew that I hated paperwork. She was trying to get me to protest, to prove that I was, indeed, alright.
I obliged. "Mom! Don't you think that, just maybe, I already have enough to sign? Look at this," I gestured at all the papers already strewn across my desk.
She smiled, relieved. She had just wanted a normal reaction from me. "Well, you need to sign them anyway. The sooner, the better, right?"
With that, she left.
I decided to leave, too. The bars on my window were still bent, and that was fine by me. That meant that I could leave without going through the rest of the building.
*
Flying at top speed, it took me only three minutes to get home. I zipped into my bedroom as quickly as possible. I got rid of the suit, and found some of my old training clothes. They smelled kind of… musty. I really need to use them more often.
I dressed quickly in the black pants and sleeveless shirt (similar to what Mirai Trunks wore, only tied around the waist… minus the jacket) I hopped over to the balcony on one foot, while putting a boot on the other. I switched sides as I passed out of the balcony door. I finally managed to fit on the other boot, and I took off. I was definitely in need of some training.
Ten more minutes found me standing in the middle of nowhere, doing my stretches. I was stiffer than I expected I would be. My back and legs were so tight that I couldn't stretch to my full extent. Admittedly, the stretches I was doing would put the best of ballet dancers to shame… but I knew that I could do much better than that…
An hour after that my gi was ripped from the stones I had blasted to oblivion, but I wasn't even close to beginning to tire. I wasn't pushing myself… I decided to remedy that.
Little did I know, I was acting just like my father. I was trying to get rid of my pain by training. There were several other reasons for my training, though. In the back of my mind I could recall my dream. I would become stronger, if only to protect little Pan-chan. In the shape I was in, though, she would probably have a better chance on her own.
*
Several more hours passed, and I was finally tiring… not much though. I was startled to notice a large ki approaching. I was even more startled to realize that it was my father. What did he want?
He landed about five feet away from me. "Finally beginning to train again, brat? What brought this about?"
"Gomen nasai, Father, but I don't feel like talking, right now." What I really didn't feel like was talking to him.
"If you talk, brat, I might leave you alone. Onna wanted to know why you are behaving so strangely. She wanted to know because she returned to your office about three minutes after talking to you, and you were gone, brat." He scowled, obviously expecting me to answer him.
"So…" I decided to be insulting. Maybe it would make him leave me alone. "You're bugging me because you don't want to sleep on the couch?"
"Iie. I'm bugging you because I noticed your strange behavior, also. Why would you be training out here instead of the GR?"
"I came out here because I figured you would be in the GR."
"If you want a decent workout, you should be sparring."
"Hai, so…?"
"I will spar with you."
I looked at him oddly. {What kind of drugs is he on?} "Did Mom give you to much painkiller?"
He scowled at me, disgust plainly written across his face, just like usual. "Consider it an honor, brat. And I won't go easy on you." He shifted into a fighter's stance. "The only thing that I'll promise is not to kill you… and that is just for the onna's sake."
"Did I hear you call Son Kun a brat, yesterday?" I matched stances with him.
"That is what you call a brat, brat. He has the body of a brat, therefore, he is a brat. Don't waste my time brat," he said and came at me with a punch.
I easily dodged. A small smile replaced both of our scowls.
Gohan POV
Back to work… Dad's coming back was great, but there's nothing like the atmosphere of the lab. Some would say that the lab's atmosphere was sulfuric, but I never noticed…
Two of the younger women just transferred here tittered. I ignored it, and headed straight for my office. One of the women… they were girls, really… walked up and asked me if I needed any help in my office. I politely told them that, no, I did not need help, but Dr. Svenson would probably need some help.
The woman, girl, made a disgusted sound and walked away. I looked back after her, confused. What was that all about?
*
During the coffee break, Dad showed up. To say the least, I was shocked. I didn't even know that he knew where I worked…
"Just call me Goku while you're at work," he said with a grin, "or else you'll freak out your co-workers."
"Da… Goku, what are you doing here?" I hissed. It bothered me incredibly, for some odd reason, that he would just show up here like that.
"I was curious," he said simply. "Can I look around your office?"
I growled at him quietly, "Only if you are willing to give a blood sample to my… project."
"Sure," he said, not bothering to think about it.
"I'd be taking your blood with a needle, Da… Goku."
His face turned remarkably pale at the mention of the needle. "……Hmmm…" He worked up his courage to answer. It looked like he was planning to say that he still wanted to go inside my office. "How 'bout we deal? I get free run of the lab… and you get some of my blood with that…" he shuddered "…needle."
"D… Goku, why do you want to run around in the lab, anyway?"
"I had some ideas while I was gone… I promise not to break anything… and if I do… I will fix or replace it. Okay?" He flashed that innocent Son grin.
"Who do you think your foolin', Son Kun?" I asked quietly. "You never had any scientific interests while you were here."
"Actually, I did. I just didn't bother with them… and I want to now. Please?"
"You want to borrow lab equipment to, I suppose?"
"Hai," he still grinned that innocent grin.
"Blood first," I said, waggling my finger under his nose, "And no destroying lab equipment while I'm taking it either…"
"Okay…" he murmured apprehensively. I led him over to the med. area. This would be hard…
Goten POV
"Well… kuso, but I'm not good at this kind of stuff, Pan…"
She glared at me. "You want him to just give up and die? He would, you know. You didn't hear him. The way he was talking… He made it sound as if he were already dead." To my surprise, she suddenly burst into tears.
"Panny-chan, it's okay. We can help him… You just need to find out who he's bonded to, first. He tells you more than he would ever tell me…"
"So… it's up to me, huh? From what you told me… I think I could recognize if I were bonding to someone…" she sniffed, " and, Kami, I think I am…"
"Who?" I asked, stunned. Pan just didn't seem to be the type.
"Trunks…" at that, I hugged her. She looked like she needed a hug. She sobbed on my shoulder. "And to think that he bonded to another person… it hurts. As much as his dying would…"
"It's okay… With that in mind, Pan, I think that you really need to talk to him… but, I think you should wait until tomorrow. Okay? You need some sleep. Tackle the problem head-on in the morning. Make sure you do it after you eat breakfast, though. Everything always seems better when you've got a full stomach. Except… nauseous things…" I smiled to encourage her… "It'll all go down well, in the end…"
****A/N Okay… not so long, but at least it's up!
Preview: Poor Panny-chan… she's gonna have an interesting day… Trunks is going to have a vacation… And Goten and Bra get some quiet time together *^- ~*… Trunks'll have an interesting day too…