Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah… Okay, I don't own anything… Okay, maybe a few things, for example my car, my computer, my TV, my VCR, my DBZ videotapes… and so on…
A/N: Well, first again thank you so much for your reviews! Right now I have an average of about 25 reviews per chapter… This isn't all too bad, or what do you think?
@ Ed: Don't worry, I won't gonna pull the "DBZ time" on you. I know exactly how boring the fight Goku vs. Freezer on Namek was. I think that it took us at least one week to get over with the last five minute of Namek… Whatever, the two weeks will pass in this chapter.
@ Videl17: Okay Trunks, I allow you to come home. But just for the night, okay? *has already some ideas* But then you have to go back, understand? Videl, I really have to thank you for taking care of him. But when he's here, I just can't concentrate on my stories. You know how Saiyajins are! *grins* And okay, no fathers, no mates. I understand!
Chapter 12: Two weeks
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Two weeks.
Sometimes two weeks could be a really long time, like, when you're waiting for something important, something you look forward to. Then seconds seem like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days, days like weeks, weeks like months and months like years. It's like when you're sitting in school and the last minute of class absolutely doesn't want to pass. You look at the clock every few seconds, and it seems like the hands of the clock don't move a bit.
But sometimes two weeks could pass really fast. Usually just when there's something ahead of you that you would rather ignore than face. Something like a hard test you have to write, when you have absolutely no time to study for it and then you suddenly realize that the test is tomorrow. Or generally something unpleasant.
Two weeks.
That was the time she had to tell him the whole truth about her. She didn't know if she would have to experience those long two weeks or those short two weeks. She somehow looked forward to the fact that Trunks would finally know who she was and that everything would be over, at least the lying to him. That would make those two weeks a very long time for her. But the pressure on her was huge and she was too afraid of his reaction. Plus, she still had no idea, how she could tell him. That would make the two weeks a very short time for her.
Pan buried her head in her hands. She was standing on her balcony and watched the sunset. Why? That was the question that was running through her head. Why did she fall again for Trunks? Why were her instincts doing that to her? But first of all: Why did she start the lie in the first place?
The answer to that question was simple. Everyone would have treated her again like they treated her before she left. Like a small child, unable to take care of herself. But maybe she had been wrong about that. Maybe her parents and the others would have seen the changes and accepted her the way she was.
But that was just speculation, guessing. She couldn't know that and no matter how hard her parents would try to tell her that after she revealed herself, she didn't know if she were able to believe them then. They were still her parents, unable to make an objective judgment.
"Damn it Dende!" she screamed into the sky. "What have I done to you that you make this so hard for me?"
She took a few deep breaths, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. She just continued staring into the sky, as if waiting for an answer. She stood there for about ten minutes until a cool breeze brought her back to reality. Rubbing her bare arms she went inside. Maybe some sleep would help to get her head clear and maybe she would get an idea, how she could tell him.
Maybe it would have even worked, if she had been able to get some sleep. But the whole night she spent with tossing and turning. Her mind had been going at full blast. It absolutely didn't want to shut down, so it had been impossible for her to get some rest at all.
But this night had one advantage. As Pan got up it was decided. She just had to tell Trunks, alone to end this torture, no matter how. She would find a way to put this revelation into the right words.
Somehow.
About one hour later Pan confidently headed to the office, where she could already feel Trunks. Without saying a word she just walked past the secretary and entered the office – just to find a huge bunch of colorful flowers standing on her table, with a grinning Trunks standing behind it. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the scene in front of her. "T-Trunks…" she was just able to stutter.
"Good morning, love," he said, as he walked up to her and kissed her.
Pan felt immediately all thoughts and intentions drifting away, as their lips met. NO! her mind screamed at her, causing Pan to slowly breaking the kiss. "Trunks…" she said hesitating, "this is…." … not the right moment, she wanted to say, but was interrupted by Trunks.
"A big surprise, huh?" he told her proudly. "I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday, even though I don't regret a second of our free day. I hope you forgive my mom, but that's just like her. Even though I'm already 37 years old, she still thinks that she has to watch over me. And well, punish me…"
"Trunks, I…" … have to tell you something.
"Pia, please, don't say anything right now. Let's just enjoy this moment," Trunks said, gently stroking her cheek and looking directly into her eyes.
Again everything Pan wanted to say began to vanish, as she looked into Trunks eyes. She got lost in them the second their eyes locked. But as then Trunks began to kiss her again, everything was lost. At first her mind protested, trying to tell her that she had to tell him. But after Pan told it to shut up, she just didn't listen anymore. What she had with Trunks was more important at that moment.
There's still tomorrow.
A sentence that was buried in the back of her mind. A sentence she used to calm her twinges of remorse.
But not just that day… Also the day after. And the day after that day. And also all the coming days. Every morning as she woke up, she decided anew to tell him. But everyday something stopped her somehow. If it was another of Trunks' surprises for her or just the stress at work, so that she didn't have time to talk to him. That didn't matter.
What mattered was the fact that the night of the full moon was drawing unstoppable nearer and she still hadn't told him.
Every evening she got home, she got those twinges of remorse but tried to ease her mind with this sentence. There's still tomorrow.
The weekends passed without a chance to talk to Trunks, because on both he had to leave for a conference, where he had told her to stay home. And soon the Monday arrived, the Monday where at night the full moon would shine.
That morning Pan got up with a bad feeling in her stomach. She knew that she had to tell him today. This was her last chance. The days had passed too fast for her. The whole time Pan had kept telling herself that it wasn't her fault that Trunks still didn't know that Pia wasn't real. But deep down she knew that it particularly was her fault. If she really had wanted him to know the truth, she would have found a way to tell him, come fire or high water. But she wanted to enjoy the time they still had with each other, before Trunks would (most likely) push her away.
As she arrived at the office, everyone was again in a hurry. Pan knew that they had a very important client, with whom a deal would be a huge success for Capsule Corporation. This client was also the reason for the two business trips Trunks had to attend. In front of the office Pan stopped and took a deep breath. She had to get over with this. Now.
Opening the door, she was surprised to see that Trunks wasn't there. Expanding her senses, she found out that he was a few floors below, probably in a conference room. She walked over to her desk to put her bag on it and found a note, telling her that Trunks was in a conference, concerning the deal and that it would likely take all day. But he didn't leave her without something to do. He had left enough work to keep her busy the whole day.
Groaning she let herself fall down on her chair. She couldn't wait much longer, because even though it wasn't night yet, she could already feel some nervousness in her body. It seemed like it already reacted to the full moon, even though it wasn't night yet.
Vegeta was right, and it scared her. While she was working, her longing for Trunks grew. She silently wondered, if she was ready for this. This whole deal with mating sounded so big. Well, the Saiyajin in her was more than ready, according to those feelings in her body. But if the human part was ready, she didn't know. She loved Trunks. More than anything else. She had already loved him as she was still a child and she knew for sure that she would never love another man in the whole universe. Yes, she had to admit, she was ready for this.
It was already late afternoon as suddenly the door of Trunks' office was thrown open and the President came walking in with a huge smile on his face. "Hello love!" he greeted her and before she could say anything he pulled her into a hug and their lips locked in a long and passionate kiss.
"So, did you get the deal?" Pan asked casually, trying to find a good way to start a conversation, so that she could finally tell him.
"Yes, I did get the deal. But it was really difficult, especially since I could just think of you the whole day," Trunks told her. "But now I have to go again. I have to tell mom about it."
"But Trunks, I'll have to tell you something…" Pan started, but was interrupted by Trunks' lips on hers.
"You know what? Tonight I'll come over to you and we'll celebrate the deal," he suggested excitedly. "You can also tell me then, what you wanted to tell me now. But I really have to leave. I'll see ya tonight!" Trunks said and jumped out of the open window, flying home.
Pan ran after him to the window. "Trunks!" she yelled, but he was already too far away. "Tonight is too late…" she added in a whisper.
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Haha, do you hate me now? I hope not, but did you really think I would make it easy on those two. Come on, not all stories could be all happy and mushy. There'll have to be some twists, otherwise it would be boring… *smirks*
Whatever, I hope you'll review though!
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