Irresistible: Monster Hangovers, Living Breathing Soap Operas, and The end!
*Whistles*. Guess who's back… Back again… Yeah, yeah, it has been a while, eh? Well school finally gave out a break, I *gasp* had no homework! Yep, yep, someone up there likes me, I guess. So here's the last, overdue installment to the greatest thing I've written. *Sniffle* THANK YOU ALL YOU 107 REVIEWERS! I LOVE YOU MAN! Here ya go. Enjoy! Love always ~me
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT. If I did, Trunks and Pan would officially be a couple. (They are, but you know how those writers like to keep you in suspense ^_~)
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The sunlight filtered through the blinds, and gently caressed my face, and its rays hit my eyes. I turned around so I would be able to receive some more sleep and not receive such a rude wake up call. I took a deep breath, and froze. These pillows did not smell like my pillows, no siree. Opening my eyes, I looked around, taking in the décor, and becoming scared. I was disoriented. This is not my room. These are not my pillows. I was scared; what if some pedophile took me into his room and took advantage of me? What if I wasn't a virgin anymore! I shook my head, and inhaled the pillows again. The scent smelled familiar… Like Trunks's cologne. I was in his hotel room.
The question now was how did I get here? After what happened at that damn banquet, there was no way in hell we had a night of passion together. I inhaled his scent again [it smelled so good!], and the memories started to flood back to me. I went to a bar, and I hit on him. I was drunk. I groaned, feeling like a retard. I remembered all the things I said, I must have sounded so stupid. A huge headache hit me, and I recognized that as a hangover. Great, as soon as I get recollected, I get a hangover. There were two pills of Advil and a glass of water on the counter. Aw, how sweet, he thought of me.
I heard the shower running, and realized he was in there. Good, now I can make my getaway. I was too weak to actually stand up, so instant transmission would be the right thing. I started to concentrate, and I stopped, my head hurt too much. Note to self: Do not get inebriated for the hell of it. I had to get out, dammit! I didn't want to face him after what happened. I'm indebted to him now… Well actually, now we're sort of even because he saved me, therefore I didn't really have a reason to be mad at him anymore. Lucky him I was such a sweetheart, that I'd acknowledge his presence.
The door opened, and he glided out, looking more beautiful than before. He was only in a towel [!!!!], and the sun was glistening off the water on his body in all the right places. His hair delicately framed his face, and his eyes were bluer than ever. I felt myself blush under the covers, and gave an inaudible sigh. This was some sort of punishment, it must be. I hate you, Dende, its all your fault. He seemed to notice my ki, and gave me an intense glare, the one when you look at the person, and it seems that if you are the only two beings left on that planet. Time stops for you, even Kami glances upon you. I broke it, feeling as if I lost something, and looked at the window, noticing the huge skyscrapers. He sat down at the couch, across from the bed.
I sat up, and continued looking down. I could feel his powerful glare on me. It seems to me that he thought we were even now. That I should listen to him, forgive him, love him. Out of all of those, I unfortunately did the latter, but he didn't need to know that. Time passed by, and this was a very awkward moment. Should I speak to him? I wanted to, but, he should be begging for my forgiveness. But I need some sort of communication, this silence was killing me, and he seemed to be thriving of it. I bet he could smell my nervousness. Clearing my throat, I decided to make the first move.
"Good morning, Trunks," I softly said. Still no response, not even a flick in his turbulent blue eyes. They looked stormy… sort of like a tempest. Yes, that's it, Hurricane Trunks was hitting me in full force, and I was damn scared.
What could I say to him? He was too beautiful. Why was I so afraid? Is it because I'm so willing to forgive him just because he saved my ass from a bar? Or because I'm ready to? Ahh, damn all my thoughts.
"I remembered what happened last night… Thank you for not taking advantage of me."
Still, nothing. His eyes were still tempestuous, hiding his emotions. Finally I decided to crack a joke.
"I guess you knew that I'd need Advil, the way I was, right? Haha…" My voice trailed off, and I was completely mortified of how stupid I sounded. I could never ever make fun of Grandpa's lame jokes again.
Finally, there was a reaction: amusement. His eyes were mocking me; he was amused. I started to get peeved. Here I am, going out of my way to speak to him, and all he can do is mock me. My ki slightly flared, and that amusement crept down to his face in a form of a smirk. He stretched a bit, and I watched with slight admiration how his muscles rippled. I was a complete and total basket case.
"Trunks, dammit, why the hell are you so amused? You should be damn grateful I'm going out of my way to speak to you! After the way you treated me!" I yelled. Screw plan A, I decided just to straight out bitch. I communicated better like that, anyway.
He was still smirking, and he calmly answered me. "Grateful? I should be grateful? Shouldn't you be grateful that I saved your ass from probably being raped? The way you were drinking, you would think you were downing water. Panny, I apologized, it's not my fault you have anger."
"No, no, no, don't act all sanctimonious around me, mister!" I retaliated. "You did wrong. You took advantage of me and used me to get back your ex-girlfriend!"
His smirk disappeared, and he looked sort of annoyed. "Pan, you always say the same thing! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry? I could cry until blood comes out, I could yell it to you until my voice becomes hoarse, I could ambush you with flowers until I go broke, and you still wouldn't forgive me. You're so damn stubborn. I messed up, I acknowledge it, but… everyone makes mistakes."
I gave out a bitter laugh. Unbelievable, he actually was fighting back with me. "Funny, Briefs, just because you may have gotten me out of a tight spot, doesn't mean I have to forgive you. Yeah everyone makes mistakes, just like how your parents really did make a mistake when they had you! Wasn't it you who told me your parents wanted to have an abortion the beginning because they thought they weren't capable of taking care of you? They should've, and maybe you would've have hurt so many girls feelings. Just like how you drove Marron away, and you're one of the reasons she doesn't talk to any of us anymore!" The moment I said those words, I knew I went to far.
In a second, I was against the wall. I wasn't hurt, but I was pretty sure I was about to get punched in the face. His eyes were full of fury; he wasn't even super saiyan, but his power was past that of a SSJ2. I was afraid, real afraid. I quickly glanced down at his hands, and energy was radiating from it. If he was to get into a fight with me, I wouldn't win. He was controlling his anger, I could tell, and that's what scared me because if he was holding in his rage, only Kami knows what is power was.
"Pan," he said in a low voice, "I want you to get the hell out of my room right now."
I started to get a bit defensive. "Hey, you aren't kicking me out!"
He slammed his fist right beside my head, and I gave out a whimper. I'm such a weakling.
"I, I" I began to stutter, but his look silenced my pleading cries.
"I said get out."
I slowly walked away, wanting to collapse on the floor in fear, but too much pride. I was a Son, dammit! But when I touched the doorknob, I gave him one last look. He seemed to be looking at the spot on the wall where I was. With a resigned sigh, I left, knowing things weren't well at all.
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I loved Bra to death, she was the sister I never had; she was my best friend in the whole entire world. But I wanted to kill her at this moment. She kept on banging on the door, demanding to know what happened between Trunks and I. I guess she felt his ki, and saw my face, and put two and two together.
"Pan Son, open this damn door right now or else!" she screamed for the millionth time.
I felt like laughing at her. Bra couldn't do a damn thing to me. I knew, she knew it, so I didn't see the point in threatening me.
I thought about Trunks's face and felt bad. I was wrong. Real wrong. I knew he was sensitive about that, and he confided that to me, like a best friend would. And I used it against him. "I'm a stupid bitch," I muttered. I was just as bad as him, I knew I hurt him…
"PAN!!!!!!!"
I growled, Bra was messing up my quiet time.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, BRA! I'M NOT OPENING THE DOOR, AND THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL YOU CAN COME IN WITHOUT BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR, AND I KNOW YOU WON'T!"
There was quiet, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally som – what in the hell?
There appeared Bra, holding Goten's arm, a huge glare on her face. Instant transmission is a bitch, you know.
"Can I please have some privacy?" I brazenly asked. I didn't want to listen to Bra's psychobabble analyzing bullshit.
She frowned. "No, until you tell me what's wrong! Trunks keeps on muttering about how you're a bitch, and some shit about abortion… Omigosh, you two had sex didn't you and you want to get rid of your love child!"
I shook my head. "You are so stupid, Bra, it's nothing like that…"
"Then what is it? Huh, huh? Tell me, I'm your best friend! Besides, you two should make up, you two are so cute together, I mean I told mom about you guys' date and we planned out your whole wedding and everything!" she babbled.
I finally got pissed off. I'm sick of everyone saying I should do this, I should do that. "You wanna know what fucking happened huh?" I yelled. "Well, I'll tell you! Trunks and I got into a fight, he pissed me off, so I insulted him with the fact that your parents wanted an abortion when they found out Bulma was pregnant! Yep, that's why he's calling me a bitch! But he fucking deserves it!"
Before I knew it, Bra slapped me. My first reaction was knock the shit out of her, but I just couldn't. Her face was totally livid, and I was sort of scared.
"No wonder Trunks is pissed off at you. You know that he's sensitive about that. That was low, Pan. Way low," she reprimanded. "Listen, I know you are disappointed at my brother, but two wrongs don't make it right."
"Yeah well, a negative and a negative makes a positive so…" I muttered, she gave me a and Goten [he found my joke amusing at least] a glare.
"Forgive him. Both of you need to forgive each other. I mean, after all, tomorrow at 9 AM, we are leaving New York… And if you don't make up now, you never will. And I don't want that…" she quietly said.
I nodded my head, and Goten smiled.
"Come on Panny, you two must make up! So you can have lots of babies for Chi-Chi and Videl to raise!"
I almost hit him, but I just ruffled his head, the goofball. I think I would try and talk to him… Depends on how I felt.
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The last leg of the trip, and Bra and Goten decided to go on a tourist tour of New York. It was on one of those two story buses, the second story wasn't covered. It was a nice view I admit, but bad vibes, very bad vibes. Bra and Goten sat together in one seat, and I was forced into sitting by the Bastard Himself. He was an asshole. And yet still so beautiful – I loved him.
"And to our left, we have Macy's!" the tour guide said in a fake enthusiastic voice. I wondered how much did he get paid to keep on that fake cheesy smile. Old couples surrounded us, and they seemed very entertained. If I ever became like that when I became older, I would kill myself.
"Bra, why did we have to go on this?" I muttered to her.
She just smiled, and gave a small giggle. "Because! It's fun! We just need to relax and see the sights a bit!"
"Of course, Princess Pan gets mad when she can't have her damn way, she's just so holy isn't she," Trunks sarcastically said.
I gave him a huge glare and was about to retaliate when Goten shoved a donut in my mouth. I nearly choked on it, and spit it out.
"Hey, you wasted a good donut! I was being kind and sharing!" he angrily said. I just gave him the finger. I heard an elderly couple gasp at my "obscene action" but I didn't give a fuck. I was going to bitch at Trunks.
"Yeah, and of course King Trunks has to be right in every damn way, and we must succumb to his will."
"Damn straight."
"You are so fucking conceited!" I screamed. I was dimly aware the tour guide stopped talking and was angrily gaping at me. Guess he's not getting a bonus. One elderly woman covered her ears muttering "The devil's work! The devil's work!" Bra and Goten just shrank in their seats, knowing there was no way to stop me now. I was a living, breathing soap opera.
"You act like you're holier than everyone, Pan, but in reality, you're just like me! You say I did something unforgivable, but what about you, huh?"
"You did it first! You're such a bitch, I don't know why I even bother!"
"I don't know why I bother either!"
"Then why are you yelling at me if you don't care!"
"Because I love you!"
"I love you, too!"
There was a chorus of "awws" and applause. The elderly couples were muttering something about "married couple". The tour guide seemed kind of pissed. Probably because we took away his limelight. Bra and Goten looked immensely relieved. I looked at the ground shocked, I couldn't believe I admitted it. Trunks face was
"Could the two people standing up sit down please?" he icily asked.
We gave each other shy smiles and sat down, holding each other's hands.
"Good idea, Bra, glad we took this tour."
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I sat at the bank of the river, thinking about that fateful trip to New York. Things definitely weren't the same since. Well, as soon as we landed, everyone began asking when was Trunks's and my wedding. Bulma and Chi-Chi were disappointed to find out no grandchildren were coming out. Besides, I'm only 21!
Vegeta was very amused to discover that Trunks and I were in a relationship. He started teasing me during our training sessions, and I was pissed off to the point where I turned Super Saiyan and knocked him out. But now when I think of it, I think he was just trying to push me to that limit. Besides truthfully I didn't mind those jokes…
Richard kept on harassing me, and Trunks, being the sweetheart he is, punched him a bit, and threatened him. My sorority sisters decided not to kick me out, solely because I had Trunks for boyfriend, so I decided to leave, I can't stand fake people.
Everyone was curious to know if Trunks and I were going to marry, but, it was too soon for that. I wouldn't mind it, and a year from now, I definitely could envision myself saying vows to him. I loved him, and I know that I always will, and I know that he loves me. I wanted to be with him and I even wanted to have a little boy and a girl, the boy looking like a mini Trunks and a girl looking like a mini me. Or boy twins both looking like Trunks. That was my secret fantasy. But I knew we had to take everything step by step, and that was fine with me, as long as I could be near him. I looked at my watch, and realized it was almost time for me to get ready for work. Bra was late in picking me up.
The car honked, and I saw Bra, full of shopping bags in the car and a sheepish grin.
"I'm sorry, hehe, um, I'm not sure how you're gonna fit it," she said with an innocent smile.
I laughed, glad some things didn't change at all.
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THE END!!!!!!! OMG, THIS IS THE 3RD FUCKING TIME IVE DONE THIS!!!!!!!!! THE END!!!!!!!!! And this time better work, too. Lol, hope you enjoyed it! I did. Love you all.. ^.^
~Ryoko#2001