Author's Note: ::glares at The Shadowy Eva:: Well, Mr. Perfect, maybe YOU'D like to proof read my work, huh? Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed, except of course, him. Oh, by the way, this chapter is back to Pan's POV. I figure I'll just be going back and forth, although this isn't going to be a very long fic... But, anyway, enough of this, read on! ^^
Disclaimer: DBZ is still not mine, since that Kamidamn dragon can't even make it mine...
[Shenlong] ::a vein pops:: I am still waiting for your wish.
Oh, right, ummm... ::thinks:: Can I just own Trunks?
[Shenlong] No.
Vegeta?
[Shenlong] No.
::smiles and asks cutely:: ...Well, then can I have a cookie?
[Shenlong] ... ::makes it appear in her hands:: My duty has been fulfilled. FAREWELL! ::disappears and the Dragon Balls raise into the sky and shoot off in all different directions::
::watches then looks down at her cookie:: ::shrugs and eats it in one bite:: ...Shit, I should have gotten more...
Unexpected
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 3
I run, never looking back, tears streaming down my cheeks. How could he forget? How COULD he...?
The tears are hot as they slide down my face. Only vaguely aware that I am in the midst of the woods, I ignore the brambles that are scratching up my arms and practically bare legs. What a day to wear shorts...
Suddenly, a memory hits me like a slap to the face and I stop short
~FLASHBACK~
"Panny-chan, what's wrong?" Trunks asks.
A five-year-old version of myself waddles over to him, her mouth and fingers sticky with grape jelly from the peanut butter sandwich she had been eating. She stares up at the lavender-haired man, pouting.
"Twunks," she says, "Nobody listens to me. When I say something, they just tell me to go away and bother somebody else. Even Mummy and Daddy and Unkie Goten."
He fairly chuckles at her remark, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it with tap water. He squats down, wiping her hands and face. "They're just busy, that's all. I'm sure when they aren't so pressured, they'll have time to talk to you."
"But you're the only one who even knows I'm here," she persists, then adds sadly, "...Or cares..." Her head droops.
He lifts her chin with one finger and stares into her inky black eyes with his bright blue ones. "Panny," he says gently, "Everyone here cares about you. Especially me. I'll always love you for who you are, and nobody can change that."
Her eyes widen. "Really?"
He smiles. "Really."
"You won't forget to remember me?"
"Never. I cross my heart." He does so.
"Oh, Twunks," she cries happily, throwing her arms around his neck. He laughs, scooping her up. She squeals as he lifts her up and turns her around so she sits atop his shoulders.
"Wanna go get ice cream?" he asks, tilting his head back.
She nods vigorously, giggling as walks to the door, opens it, and takes flight, heading towards the ice cream parlor.
~END FLASHBACK~
In the process of my abrupt stop, I fail to notice the tree root directly in front of my foot. I trip, watching the ground heading toward me. Taken by surprise, I do not have time to brace myself, and I hit the dirt, and hit it hard.
Dust and pine needles stick to my wet face, and I frantically wipe them away with my sleeve. I pick myself up, sniffling, and decide to head for the one place I could be when I wanted to be alone. No one would ever find me there...
I wince as I stand up. A sharp branch has left me with a nice present: a long, bleeding scratch that goes from the tip of my knee to my ankle. The blood is already running down my leg and seeping into my sock. The cut isn't deep, I'll survive. It's already starting to heal. In a little while, it'll be completely forgotten.
Blocking out the pain of my injury, and I concentrate on my destination, hiccuping. I put the expression of my emotional pain aside, to save for later, and focus. After a few moments, the land begins to look a little more familiar, and I know I am getting closer.
Finally, it comes into view. At last, I can cry in peace... I quickly scramble into the hidden cave, and as soon as I settle myself, the tears come again, and I can't help but let them free. I draw my knees up and bury my head in my arms, remembering better, and bitter, times...
A crunching sound causes me to raise my head, and I start as a familiar face fills my vision.
"Pan?"
Oh my god. It's Trunks.
*******
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Time to leave you hanging again! What's gonna happen next? I don't know, and, ha-ha, you don't either! :P Hehe, watch for the next chapter! And remember: REVIEW! ...Please?
Disclaimer: DBZ is still not mine, since that Kamidamn dragon can't even make it mine...
[Shenlong] ::a vein pops:: I am still waiting for your wish.
Oh, right, ummm... ::thinks:: Can I just own Trunks?
[Shenlong] No.
Vegeta?
[Shenlong] No.
::smiles and asks cutely:: ...Well, then can I have a cookie?
[Shenlong] ... ::makes it appear in her hands:: My duty has been fulfilled. FAREWELL! ::disappears and the Dragon Balls raise into the sky and shoot off in all different directions::
::watches then looks down at her cookie:: ::shrugs and eats it in one bite:: ...Shit, I should have gotten more...
Unexpected
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 3
I run, never looking back, tears streaming down my cheeks. How could he forget? How COULD he...?
The tears are hot as they slide down my face. Only vaguely aware that I am in the midst of the woods, I ignore the brambles that are scratching up my arms and practically bare legs. What a day to wear shorts...
Suddenly, a memory hits me like a slap to the face and I stop short
~FLASHBACK~
"Panny-chan, what's wrong?" Trunks asks.
A five-year-old version of myself waddles over to him, her mouth and fingers sticky with grape jelly from the peanut butter sandwich she had been eating. She stares up at the lavender-haired man, pouting.
"Twunks," she says, "Nobody listens to me. When I say something, they just tell me to go away and bother somebody else. Even Mummy and Daddy and Unkie Goten."
He fairly chuckles at her remark, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it with tap water. He squats down, wiping her hands and face. "They're just busy, that's all. I'm sure when they aren't so pressured, they'll have time to talk to you."
"But you're the only one who even knows I'm here," she persists, then adds sadly, "...Or cares..." Her head droops.
He lifts her chin with one finger and stares into her inky black eyes with his bright blue ones. "Panny," he says gently, "Everyone here cares about you. Especially me. I'll always love you for who you are, and nobody can change that."
Her eyes widen. "Really?"
He smiles. "Really."
"You won't forget to remember me?"
"Never. I cross my heart." He does so.
"Oh, Twunks," she cries happily, throwing her arms around his neck. He laughs, scooping her up. She squeals as he lifts her up and turns her around so she sits atop his shoulders.
"Wanna go get ice cream?" he asks, tilting his head back.
She nods vigorously, giggling as walks to the door, opens it, and takes flight, heading towards the ice cream parlor.
~END FLASHBACK~
In the process of my abrupt stop, I fail to notice the tree root directly in front of my foot. I trip, watching the ground heading toward me. Taken by surprise, I do not have time to brace myself, and I hit the dirt, and hit it hard.
Dust and pine needles stick to my wet face, and I frantically wipe them away with my sleeve. I pick myself up, sniffling, and decide to head for the one place I could be when I wanted to be alone. No one would ever find me there...
I wince as I stand up. A sharp branch has left me with a nice present: a long, bleeding scratch that goes from the tip of my knee to my ankle. The blood is already running down my leg and seeping into my sock. The cut isn't deep, I'll survive. It's already starting to heal. In a little while, it'll be completely forgotten.
Blocking out the pain of my injury, and I concentrate on my destination, hiccuping. I put the expression of my emotional pain aside, to save for later, and focus. After a few moments, the land begins to look a little more familiar, and I know I am getting closer.
Finally, it comes into view. At last, I can cry in peace... I quickly scramble into the hidden cave, and as soon as I settle myself, the tears come again, and I can't help but let them free. I draw my knees up and bury my head in my arms, remembering better, and bitter, times...
A crunching sound causes me to raise my head, and I start as a familiar face fills my vision.
"Pan?"
Oh my god. It's Trunks.
*******
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Time to leave you hanging again! What's gonna happen next? I don't know, and, ha-ha, you don't either! :P Hehe, watch for the next chapter! And remember: REVIEW! ...Please?