A/N: hehehe IT'S ME AGAIN! ^^ I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! ^^ *hack* you're all saying YOU KILLED PAN!!! -___- OF COURSE I KILLED PAN!!! Hahahhaaaaaa............................. yea I'm pretty hyper right now... I KILLED PAN!!!! OF COURSE I KILLED PAN! Not that I hate Pan or anything... just that I enjoy killing people off in my fics... ^___^ violent child I am... -____- ok now you must hate me... *tear* ok... here's the last chapter of the fic... enjoy and please R/R!!
DPP- haaa! Carolyn changed the list again! So HA HA HA!!!! OO;;; weird kid...
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT in anyway... if I did do you think I would be killing my time on the computer writing these fics of mine? No, I would be lounging with a lot of money and... with people... feeding me... grapes...? oO;;;
The song that is used is called "As Time Goes By" by T... yea this is the English version... THE KOREAN VERSION SOUNDS BETTER!
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Last Time on MISCONCEPTIONS...
Trunks... drunk and driving... (ok screw this episode-type thing... I'll just copy and paste)
"Sir, please move," He was asked again. This time he responded and moved, leaving Pan's body to professional hands.
Even more tears spilled as he watched them reel her into the ambulance. Lights flashing this way and that. People yelling and calling. The rain pouring on his body. The tears on his face.
Rain are his tears, and there would never be a chance to tell her how much he loved her again.
Never again.
* * *
Chapter 14: Pain.
* * *
As time goes by, I still love you.
"Sir, would you care to explain what happened?" A cop asked the sulking blue-eyed man.
"I hit her," He rasped out under his breath, fighting back the tears that were forming in his eyes again. He looked up at the policeman with his puffy red-bloodshot eyes. "I hit her, I killed the only one I cared for,"
Night and day goes by that I don't need you in my life.
Was it something that I did?
Tell me why.
"I see," The policeman said while grabbing his walkie-talkie.
"I killed Pan. I loved her," Trunks kept repeating to himself. "I hate myself. I want to die,"
To you our love is just a memory.
Gradually you slip away.
And all I can say is stay.
"It appears that this man hit the lady with his car," The officer kept talking into the walkie-talkie.
Trunks' eyes darted to Pan's body. Still being handled by the paramedics. His eyes averted to the gun in the officer's holster.
A fully loaded gun.
Ready to fire at any second once the trigger is pulled.
A gun that could sooth his pain.
Somebody please stop this hurt inside.
Oh no.
Your love for me has changed.
After all the pain you've caused, I still can't get you out of my mind.
No matter what you say, I can't let go.
A gun that could solve all of his problems.
A gun that could bring him away from the world.
Suddenly, he loved the gun. How he wished he could just grab it out of its holster, and put it to his head.
No, not his head.
Even better—his heart.
As time goes by, will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
He stared intently at the leather-coated handle, his brain plotting for his perfect suicide. His blinking slowed, along with everything else around. The only thing that mattered was the gun. And Pan.
There wasn't anything worth living for anymore.
Pan was gone.
That was it.
I don't wanna go on.
Without you in my life, because in my heart I still believe that you will come back to me.
The love of his life.
His life.
Killed.
By yours truly- Trunks Briefs.
And dead.
I'm back, can you please stop this hurt inside.
Oh no.
Your love for me has changed.
After all the pain you've caused, I still can't get you outta my mind.
No matter what you say I can't let go.
He knew couldn't stand living all his life grieving over this woman. It would be better to just... end it.
Trunks' eyes zoomed to the policeman.
Good.
He was still talking on his walkie-talkie, with his back turned toward the violet-haired man.
Now was his chance.
As time goes by, will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
I don't wanna go on, without you in my life because in my heart I still believe in you.
Grab the gun.
Trunks' trembling hand reached forward.
It stopped a half-foot away from the handle.
He was too chicken.
Wimp. He mentally smacked himself. Dumbass.
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you even stop to cry?
In my heart you'll always stay, don't let it slip away.
He breathed in, and out... slowly, and lurched his hand a little more forward.
Two inches from the gun.
Don't wimp out now.
His hand extended another two inches.
His frosty fingertips now barely grazed the handle.
Another deep breath...
The grab.
The sheriff turned around, looking from the gun in Trunks' hand, to Trunks' face. He could only wonder what was to happen next.
Trunks looked down at the artillery grasped in his hand, taking it off safety.
He looked back up. Eyes gazing back at Pan's body. Lights flashing all around.
He looked at the policeman, then back at Pan.
Though I've tried, I can't let go.
You're still the one for me.
We can work it out, in your love I still believe.
You are the one.
Holding the gun up to his heart. Or where his heart would've been if it hadn't already broken.
His index finger pushing gently against the trigger. Ready to fire.
He breathed again.
"Love you mom," He said softly, "And most of all..."
His pointer finger tightened against the trigger.
"I love you, Pan Son." His last words rolled off his tongue and escaped his lips.
The finger pulled. Firing. (haha... be funny if it were still on safety... sorry, ruined the moment.)
Shooting the bullet inside his body.
A piercing pain injected through his entire body.
The pain of a broken heart. (a broken heart getting shot! Hee... SORRY!!! -___-)
The pain of first love.
Just pain.
As time goes by.
Will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
I won't let you go on, without me in your life.
Because in my heart we're meant to be in love.
His vision blurred as he dropped the gun and fell to the soaking ground. Rain still pouring, along with his tears.
At least now he knew that he could see Pan again.
Up there.
In the sky.
His eyes closed, his body going numb.
The blood seeping through his clothing was finally making him queasy. His breath stopped.
He lay there, unmoving.
What a feeling.
As time goes by.
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A/N: OH OH!!! I finished!! Don't hate me! XP Sorry about the last couple of parts... I kinda ruined the moment there... with my short little A/N's... ^^ awww shucks!!! I really enjoyed writing this fic... but now it's over!!! WAAAAHH!!! *tear* I'll try to write another T/P! FO SHO! (hehe inside joke) IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! Sorry if the ending wasn't what you really wanted. But hey, I like making things... sad in the end... or surprising... was this surprising enough? Huh huh? Did you expect this coming? I really wanna know... so that I can improve on my story-writing... ^^ so leave a review PLEASE! Because if you're an author too, you know you love getting reviews! ^^ WE ALL LOVE EM! XD feel free to email or instant message me anytime! n___n well, I'm done! (for now... dot dot dot) please watch out for a new fic that I might possibly write! ^^ see ya all later! Ja.
- Mrchezzysnickers
- mrchezzy@hotmail.com
DPP- haaa! Carolyn changed the list again! So HA HA HA!!!! OO;;; weird kid...
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT in anyway... if I did do you think I would be killing my time on the computer writing these fics of mine? No, I would be lounging with a lot of money and... with people... feeding me... grapes...? oO;;;
The song that is used is called "As Time Goes By" by T... yea this is the English version... THE KOREAN VERSION SOUNDS BETTER!
* * *
Last Time on MISCONCEPTIONS...
Trunks... drunk and driving... (ok screw this episode-type thing... I'll just copy and paste)
"Sir, please move," He was asked again. This time he responded and moved, leaving Pan's body to professional hands.
Even more tears spilled as he watched them reel her into the ambulance. Lights flashing this way and that. People yelling and calling. The rain pouring on his body. The tears on his face.
Rain are his tears, and there would never be a chance to tell her how much he loved her again.
Never again.
* * *
Chapter 14: Pain.
* * *
As time goes by, I still love you.
"Sir, would you care to explain what happened?" A cop asked the sulking blue-eyed man.
"I hit her," He rasped out under his breath, fighting back the tears that were forming in his eyes again. He looked up at the policeman with his puffy red-bloodshot eyes. "I hit her, I killed the only one I cared for,"
Night and day goes by that I don't need you in my life.
Was it something that I did?
Tell me why.
"I see," The policeman said while grabbing his walkie-talkie.
"I killed Pan. I loved her," Trunks kept repeating to himself. "I hate myself. I want to die,"
To you our love is just a memory.
Gradually you slip away.
And all I can say is stay.
"It appears that this man hit the lady with his car," The officer kept talking into the walkie-talkie.
Trunks' eyes darted to Pan's body. Still being handled by the paramedics. His eyes averted to the gun in the officer's holster.
A fully loaded gun.
Ready to fire at any second once the trigger is pulled.
A gun that could sooth his pain.
Somebody please stop this hurt inside.
Oh no.
Your love for me has changed.
After all the pain you've caused, I still can't get you out of my mind.
No matter what you say, I can't let go.
A gun that could solve all of his problems.
A gun that could bring him away from the world.
Suddenly, he loved the gun. How he wished he could just grab it out of its holster, and put it to his head.
No, not his head.
Even better—his heart.
As time goes by, will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
He stared intently at the leather-coated handle, his brain plotting for his perfect suicide. His blinking slowed, along with everything else around. The only thing that mattered was the gun. And Pan.
There wasn't anything worth living for anymore.
Pan was gone.
That was it.
I don't wanna go on.
Without you in my life, because in my heart I still believe that you will come back to me.
The love of his life.
His life.
Killed.
By yours truly- Trunks Briefs.
And dead.
I'm back, can you please stop this hurt inside.
Oh no.
Your love for me has changed.
After all the pain you've caused, I still can't get you outta my mind.
No matter what you say I can't let go.
He knew couldn't stand living all his life grieving over this woman. It would be better to just... end it.
Trunks' eyes zoomed to the policeman.
Good.
He was still talking on his walkie-talkie, with his back turned toward the violet-haired man.
Now was his chance.
As time goes by, will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
I don't wanna go on, without you in my life because in my heart I still believe in you.
Grab the gun.
Trunks' trembling hand reached forward.
It stopped a half-foot away from the handle.
He was too chicken.
Wimp. He mentally smacked himself. Dumbass.
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you even stop to cry?
In my heart you'll always stay, don't let it slip away.
He breathed in, and out... slowly, and lurched his hand a little more forward.
Two inches from the gun.
Don't wimp out now.
His hand extended another two inches.
His frosty fingertips now barely grazed the handle.
Another deep breath...
The grab.
The sheriff turned around, looking from the gun in Trunks' hand, to Trunks' face. He could only wonder what was to happen next.
Trunks looked down at the artillery grasped in his hand, taking it off safety.
He looked back up. Eyes gazing back at Pan's body. Lights flashing all around.
He looked at the policeman, then back at Pan.
Though I've tried, I can't let go.
You're still the one for me.
We can work it out, in your love I still believe.
You are the one.
Holding the gun up to his heart. Or where his heart would've been if it hadn't already broken.
His index finger pushing gently against the trigger. Ready to fire.
He breathed again.
"Love you mom," He said softly, "And most of all..."
His pointer finger tightened against the trigger.
"I love you, Pan Son." His last words rolled off his tongue and escaped his lips.
The finger pulled. Firing. (haha... be funny if it were still on safety... sorry, ruined the moment.)
Shooting the bullet inside his body.
A piercing pain injected through his entire body.
The pain of a broken heart. (a broken heart getting shot! Hee... SORRY!!! -___-)
The pain of first love.
Just pain.
As time goes by.
Will I remember each day?
Tell me how can you go on?
After all that we've been through.
I won't let you go on, without me in your life.
Because in my heart we're meant to be in love.
His vision blurred as he dropped the gun and fell to the soaking ground. Rain still pouring, along with his tears.
At least now he knew that he could see Pan again.
Up there.
In the sky.
His eyes closed, his body going numb.
The blood seeping through his clothing was finally making him queasy. His breath stopped.
He lay there, unmoving.
What a feeling.
As time goes by.
* * *
A/N: OH OH!!! I finished!! Don't hate me! XP Sorry about the last couple of parts... I kinda ruined the moment there... with my short little A/N's... ^^ awww shucks!!! I really enjoyed writing this fic... but now it's over!!! WAAAAHH!!! *tear* I'll try to write another T/P! FO SHO! (hehe inside joke) IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! Sorry if the ending wasn't what you really wanted. But hey, I like making things... sad in the end... or surprising... was this surprising enough? Huh huh? Did you expect this coming? I really wanna know... so that I can improve on my story-writing... ^^ so leave a review PLEASE! Because if you're an author too, you know you love getting reviews! ^^ WE ALL LOVE EM! XD feel free to email or instant message me anytime! n___n well, I'm done! (for now... dot dot dot) please watch out for a new fic that I might possibly write! ^^ see ya all later! Ja.
- Mrchezzysnickers
- mrchezzy@hotmail.com