Hey! Here is the next chapter! I'm sorry that this has taken so long! I'm
afraid that despite the fact that I don't have a life, I'm not going to
have enough time to do a new chapter during the weekdays! I'm going to have
to put it off until the weekends- though I would write during the weekdays
if I had time.
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Here's the story:
It had been three months since the wedding. Trunks and Pan were presently staying the prairie. It was a slightly cool night and the two were lying in silence, facing the fire. Trunks had his arms around Pan's waist and her head rested just under his chin. It felt so good to hold her. Life was perfect with Pan. Pan made everything perfect. They had had a few arguments, naturally, but they were small and quickly resolved. Trunks could not decide when he liked Pan best; when they were alone like this and sharing a comfortable silence, or when they two of them were sparring or playing and Trunks could hear Pan laugh. Either way, times were wonderful. He was content.
"Trunks?" Pan whispered in the stillness of the night. She sounded subdued, almost frightened. What could scare her?
"Yes Dearheart?"
"I need to tell you about my past." Pan managed to sound resigned and confident at the same time and Trunks guessed that this had been bothering her for some time. She was obviously uncomfortable. He wanted to change that. He would do anything he could to make her happy. So, he would tell her about his past first, maybe then she would calm down. Or maybe then she would hate him.
"No Pan, Let me tell you. I'm not really human I'm."
"Trunks stop!" Pan cried out, frustrated. She turned over in his arms and Trunks could see tears welling in her soulful black eyes as she continued, "I know about your past! I know that you are half-saiya-jin and what a Saiya-jin is! I know you can transform and I know that your mother was Bulma and," Pan paused momentarily, taking a deep breath and shaking her tears away before whispering, "and I know that your Sensei was Gohan. Because," her voice dropped even quieter now and if Trunks had not had his Saiya-jin hearing he would not have heard her, "Gohan was my father."
Pan buried her face in Trunks' chest and Trunks instinctively tightened his grip around her. Pan knew. Pan knew. She had known all along. She was a quarter Saiya-jin. Gohan was her father.
FLASHBACK
Gohan and Trunks were resting on by the fire the night before Gohan died.
"Sensei, why do we fight?"
"So that the human race will not die out."
"But none of the humans care about us, or know that we exist! They are a stupid and pathetic race! They don't deserve our help!"
Gohan chuckled, "You sounded like your father for a minute Trunks. Some humans are good, caring and strong people, like you mother."
"But Sensei, I know my mother loves me, but is there anyone who loves you like she loves me?"
Trunks could see a smile flit across his Sensei's face, "Yes Trunks, there is someone who loves me."
END FLASHBACK
So Gohan had had a wife, who had had a baby girl. But why hadn't Pan told him about her father before?
"Pan, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Pan turned her face sideways against Trunks' chest, her features solemn yet still marvelously beautiful as she spoke, "I don't know. I guess it was afraid it would change things between us. I didn't want to hurt you. Even after we had first met, I was beginning to love you, and I saw how you avoided certain things that I assumed reminded your of your past. I did not want to give you any pain. Trunks, tell me you still love me, please."
"I will love you always, Heart-o-mine," He kissed the top of her ebony head, "Let's go to sleep now. We can talk about it some more in the morning."
Trunks awoke to the smell of breakfast. Pan was cooking something, whatever she had been able to find that morning. It was getting harder and harder for them to forage for their food; they would have to visit the city soon and buy some to capsulize and save for when they might need it.
Trunks walked over to where Pan was stirring their breakfast meal in the cauldron. The setup reminded him of the first time he had kissed her. He walked up behind her and slide his arms around her waist, giving her a light kiss on the neck.
"Good morning My-heart. You have been busy."
"I am just a good little wife cooking breakfast for her husband," Pan smiled. It was good to see her smile, "Our breakfast soup is ready. Bring me our bowls please, Love."
Trunks brought over their two bowls. Each were about half the size of the cauldron, they had gotten tired of using normal bowls and having to keep refilling them so they had gotten the bigger ones. After filling the bowls, Trunks and Pan ate their breakfast at a small picnic table that was capsulizable, as was everything that they owned.
"Pan," Trunks began after they had finished eating, "when we first met why did you want directions to West City?"
"Before my mother died, she told me that Gohan had been training Trunks Briefs, son of Bulma Briefs who was the owner of Capsule Corporation in West City. She told me to go there and train. She knew I loved martial arts and there was only one person left who could teach me."
"How did she know Gohan was dead?"
"They formed a weak bond after they were married but it was only strong enough to tell her when he died."
"How did your mother die?"
"My mother had always hoped that she would see him again, that I would see him again. When he was destroyed, that hope disipated and she had no reason to live. I was old enough to take care of myself, so she allowed herself to get sick and join him in the Other World."
Trunks quieted, slowly absorbing what Pan had told him before asking another question, "What was her name?"
"Videl Satan. They had a chance meeting and fell in love as teens. Both had a sense of foreboding, they knew that evil was coming. Gohan knew that he would be on the front lines of the battle and married my mother. He told her his history and taught her a little about ki-training since she too was a fighter. Only a few weeks after they got married the Androids arrived and my father left to train you. He did not take Videl with him, fearing she would be seen by the androids and discovered as his weakness. She gave birth to me in hiding, he never knew I existed."
"How can you not resent me for taking your father away from you?"
Pan smiled sadly at Trunks and his heart ached at her pain. She spoke, "You were the world's only hope. Had he stayed, we all would have perished and you and I would never have met. I understand the necessity of his actions. It was not personal. Besides, you are too wonderful to hate, Gohan or no."
"Where were you all those years?"
"My mother and I went from place to place, hiding. Mostly, however, we stayed on small desert islands. They were one of the safest places. That was where I learned to swim and love the water."
"When did you learn to fight?"
"My mother began teaching me when I was very young. She was concerned for me and taught me everything she knew. I caught on very quickly and loved Martial Arts. She could not, unfortunently, teach me very much. She did not know how to fly and knew only what little Gohan had taught her about kis. She told me the stories my father had told her and I dreamed of the great warrior's that had once existed. I knew that all were gone but my father and you. My soul wish was to meet you."
"Thank you for telling me Dearest, I am sorry that your life was as sorrowful as mine. I wish I could wish it away and give you your parents back."
"Trunks," Pan's eyes sparkled and Trunks shivered, she was so beautiful, "you are wonderful! Simply wonderful! And you know what?"
"What?"
"I think I love you."
They laughed together.
------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, that is it for now. I hope you enjoyed! I know there was still VERY little conflict- fear not- I PROMISE there will be some in the next chapter, which should come very soon since I think I will have enough time to write it this weekend.. Trunks probably should have gotten mad at Pan for keeping all that from him or something- but it annoys me when peeps in stories get mad over silly things like that- so he was a doll and didn't really mind.
Next chapter- Trunks grants Pan's greatest wish. (I'll give you a hint: time machine)
PLEASE keep sending me reviews- they are wonderful!
For those who reviewed me: That you SO VERY MUCH! I love getting reviews and it encourages me to keep going! You are all wonderful people if only b/c you reviewed me!
Here's the story:
It had been three months since the wedding. Trunks and Pan were presently staying the prairie. It was a slightly cool night and the two were lying in silence, facing the fire. Trunks had his arms around Pan's waist and her head rested just under his chin. It felt so good to hold her. Life was perfect with Pan. Pan made everything perfect. They had had a few arguments, naturally, but they were small and quickly resolved. Trunks could not decide when he liked Pan best; when they were alone like this and sharing a comfortable silence, or when they two of them were sparring or playing and Trunks could hear Pan laugh. Either way, times were wonderful. He was content.
"Trunks?" Pan whispered in the stillness of the night. She sounded subdued, almost frightened. What could scare her?
"Yes Dearheart?"
"I need to tell you about my past." Pan managed to sound resigned and confident at the same time and Trunks guessed that this had been bothering her for some time. She was obviously uncomfortable. He wanted to change that. He would do anything he could to make her happy. So, he would tell her about his past first, maybe then she would calm down. Or maybe then she would hate him.
"No Pan, Let me tell you. I'm not really human I'm."
"Trunks stop!" Pan cried out, frustrated. She turned over in his arms and Trunks could see tears welling in her soulful black eyes as she continued, "I know about your past! I know that you are half-saiya-jin and what a Saiya-jin is! I know you can transform and I know that your mother was Bulma and," Pan paused momentarily, taking a deep breath and shaking her tears away before whispering, "and I know that your Sensei was Gohan. Because," her voice dropped even quieter now and if Trunks had not had his Saiya-jin hearing he would not have heard her, "Gohan was my father."
Pan buried her face in Trunks' chest and Trunks instinctively tightened his grip around her. Pan knew. Pan knew. She had known all along. She was a quarter Saiya-jin. Gohan was her father.
FLASHBACK
Gohan and Trunks were resting on by the fire the night before Gohan died.
"Sensei, why do we fight?"
"So that the human race will not die out."
"But none of the humans care about us, or know that we exist! They are a stupid and pathetic race! They don't deserve our help!"
Gohan chuckled, "You sounded like your father for a minute Trunks. Some humans are good, caring and strong people, like you mother."
"But Sensei, I know my mother loves me, but is there anyone who loves you like she loves me?"
Trunks could see a smile flit across his Sensei's face, "Yes Trunks, there is someone who loves me."
END FLASHBACK
So Gohan had had a wife, who had had a baby girl. But why hadn't Pan told him about her father before?
"Pan, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Pan turned her face sideways against Trunks' chest, her features solemn yet still marvelously beautiful as she spoke, "I don't know. I guess it was afraid it would change things between us. I didn't want to hurt you. Even after we had first met, I was beginning to love you, and I saw how you avoided certain things that I assumed reminded your of your past. I did not want to give you any pain. Trunks, tell me you still love me, please."
"I will love you always, Heart-o-mine," He kissed the top of her ebony head, "Let's go to sleep now. We can talk about it some more in the morning."
Trunks awoke to the smell of breakfast. Pan was cooking something, whatever she had been able to find that morning. It was getting harder and harder for them to forage for their food; they would have to visit the city soon and buy some to capsulize and save for when they might need it.
Trunks walked over to where Pan was stirring their breakfast meal in the cauldron. The setup reminded him of the first time he had kissed her. He walked up behind her and slide his arms around her waist, giving her a light kiss on the neck.
"Good morning My-heart. You have been busy."
"I am just a good little wife cooking breakfast for her husband," Pan smiled. It was good to see her smile, "Our breakfast soup is ready. Bring me our bowls please, Love."
Trunks brought over their two bowls. Each were about half the size of the cauldron, they had gotten tired of using normal bowls and having to keep refilling them so they had gotten the bigger ones. After filling the bowls, Trunks and Pan ate their breakfast at a small picnic table that was capsulizable, as was everything that they owned.
"Pan," Trunks began after they had finished eating, "when we first met why did you want directions to West City?"
"Before my mother died, she told me that Gohan had been training Trunks Briefs, son of Bulma Briefs who was the owner of Capsule Corporation in West City. She told me to go there and train. She knew I loved martial arts and there was only one person left who could teach me."
"How did she know Gohan was dead?"
"They formed a weak bond after they were married but it was only strong enough to tell her when he died."
"How did your mother die?"
"My mother had always hoped that she would see him again, that I would see him again. When he was destroyed, that hope disipated and she had no reason to live. I was old enough to take care of myself, so she allowed herself to get sick and join him in the Other World."
Trunks quieted, slowly absorbing what Pan had told him before asking another question, "What was her name?"
"Videl Satan. They had a chance meeting and fell in love as teens. Both had a sense of foreboding, they knew that evil was coming. Gohan knew that he would be on the front lines of the battle and married my mother. He told her his history and taught her a little about ki-training since she too was a fighter. Only a few weeks after they got married the Androids arrived and my father left to train you. He did not take Videl with him, fearing she would be seen by the androids and discovered as his weakness. She gave birth to me in hiding, he never knew I existed."
"How can you not resent me for taking your father away from you?"
Pan smiled sadly at Trunks and his heart ached at her pain. She spoke, "You were the world's only hope. Had he stayed, we all would have perished and you and I would never have met. I understand the necessity of his actions. It was not personal. Besides, you are too wonderful to hate, Gohan or no."
"Where were you all those years?"
"My mother and I went from place to place, hiding. Mostly, however, we stayed on small desert islands. They were one of the safest places. That was where I learned to swim and love the water."
"When did you learn to fight?"
"My mother began teaching me when I was very young. She was concerned for me and taught me everything she knew. I caught on very quickly and loved Martial Arts. She could not, unfortunently, teach me very much. She did not know how to fly and knew only what little Gohan had taught her about kis. She told me the stories my father had told her and I dreamed of the great warrior's that had once existed. I knew that all were gone but my father and you. My soul wish was to meet you."
"Thank you for telling me Dearest, I am sorry that your life was as sorrowful as mine. I wish I could wish it away and give you your parents back."
"Trunks," Pan's eyes sparkled and Trunks shivered, she was so beautiful, "you are wonderful! Simply wonderful! And you know what?"
"What?"
"I think I love you."
They laughed together.
------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, that is it for now. I hope you enjoyed! I know there was still VERY little conflict- fear not- I PROMISE there will be some in the next chapter, which should come very soon since I think I will have enough time to write it this weekend.. Trunks probably should have gotten mad at Pan for keeping all that from him or something- but it annoys me when peeps in stories get mad over silly things like that- so he was a doll and didn't really mind.
Next chapter- Trunks grants Pan's greatest wish. (I'll give you a hint: time machine)
PLEASE keep sending me reviews- they are wonderful!