Disclaimer:
No I do not own DBZ, if I did, I would not have to write fan fiction for it, I would just be able to continue the series even further.
Author's Notes:
Firstly: Thank-you to those who reviewed my first chapter so far! I love you people! Keep reading, I promise to try and update as frequently as possible, I'm trying to get through any writers block, I might come across, but I have a pretty good idea of how the stories going to go, so that might not happen.
And I never really explained about the first little entry I wrote, you see I write narrative poems on my own, and I was just introducing the story using metaphors in a poem, from Pan's POV. Sorry if that got anyone a little lost, and I might do it again, when ever the mood strike up enough for me to write something like that, so just warning ahead of time.
Also, to further note the music thing, when I thought up this story it played out like a T.V. show in my head and well, they have music on T.V. shows, so umm…. Yeah, I know I'm weird…
Chapter 2:
Oh yeah, about the flash back things, well have you ever played final fantasy 7, well think of how they did the flash back then, little by little, I liked how they did that so…
Lastly: This is about Trunks, I have a thing with computers, and well, he does own a business that has the main bulk of it's product computer based and yet I never seem to read anything in which he knows about them, which I thought was kind of strange. And well in my fic, he is insanely smart, especially with computers, and since computers do run a major portion of the world we live in, don't you see where him and the scam could fit in? It's nothing big, but I had to put it in there (^^)
Any way, please R/R.
Trunks had been sitting in his office staring at his computer screen ever since Bra had left. He shut the program that he had been working on his computer down, and started to play
Stone Temple Pilots – Sour Girl
-on his computer.
'Pan is here in LA? We are in the same city and I still haven't even seen her. It's been so long, it was like she just disappeared.'
*Flash *
It was late at night and dim lighting in the room played upon her faced, shadowing her eyes, then showing a certain gleam within them. I could not see her, I could not understand. And all that I could do was question over and over again to myself, what brought us here, what brought her to this place in her life, and why won't she just let some one help?
She sat, her head bent down, her face almost indifferent to emotion, yet captured by some turning fate, only showing in her eyes wonder, wonder of what may become, and why life has turn out this way.
*Flash *
Trunks stopped his pacing and turned towards her with eyes wide and angry.
"What do you mean, 'what do I want to talk to you about?' what do you think? How about how you've been treating everyone lately? How about how you were disrespecting Gohan, your father who cares about you, how about how you haven't even been coming home for the last week?"
Pan just sat silently taking in the words. Then almost as if remembering herself suddenly stood, to defend herself.
"My behavior towards everyone else? Look I don't have a problem with anyone; they just all seem to have a problem with me. As for Gohan, he doesn't care about me, he only cares about the idea of me, he and his preprogrammed mind, and shallow affections can fuck off. You don't know how things are, you don't know everything that's happening in my life, who are you to talk to me and dictate what I should and should not be doing?" she paused and thought for a moment.
"And why are you any way? Why are you here talking to me? It can't possibly be because you care about me, you don't even know me, you care about Gohan, and the idea of what I'm supposed to be in his eyes…"
*Flash *
She was standing, her face to the ground, looking into some unknown place, almost as if she saw a glimpse of what the world really was.
"You can know a person's name for a thousand years and never really see who that person is… You don't know me Trunks, don't say that you do…"
She raised her head towards him, to see his head was bent and hair falling over his face.
'maybe I don't know her…'
*Flash *
"I'm not being hard on Gohan, but he can't understand my bad moods, the mood I get whenever I feel like I've been fucked over by the world, when I feel like I just could curl up and die from the things that happen, that I just don't understand myself. I only get shit from him, and I can't take it, and he gets pissed off because of it, when he can't understand just why I can't seem to care enough about everything, and be what he wants me the be…. And still, it's not just him… it's everything…"
*Flash *
"I just need to get away from it, everything… I'm not running… I'm just moving on, I can't be here, and be happy, I need to find something, and I need to leave…
*Flash *
She was sitting again, farther back in the corner now, with her head resting on her knees, that were curled up to her face when she said almost remorsefully yet so lightly as if the words had no meaning…
"I used to care about you, I mean really care about you…."
* End Flashback*
"Excuse me sir… Mr. Brief's… Mr. Brief's?"
Trunks was brought back down to reality by his secretary waving her hand in front of his face.
"Uh, yes, sorry, did you need something?" he asked nodding out of his dazed state.
"Well, your sister had just called, I told her that you were busy, but she wished that I forwarded this message to you.
Trunks-
We are meeting at Opeeka at 7 PM tonight, be there or I will be forced to come to your place and drag you out myself. The address is _______, ja ne.
-Bra
"Excuse me but what time is it?"
The red headed secretary checked her wrist watch and responded…
"It is… 5:37 sir."
"Thank-you, I will be leaving now, have Jess' close for me okay?"
"Yes, sir, I will tell him."
The day wore thin, and blackness began to arise in the sky, as the sun slowly fell into the horizon. The streets were
lulled, awaiting the rush of the cold yet still furious night. A man dressed in a black trench coat, entered into a small back street, and shot through the back entrance of one of the obsolete buildings shadowing the alley.
Inside a purple hared man turned many corners, of the barren structure; halls were slightly cluttered with a steel crate, or single computer, some guards standing posts on corners rare. He stopped once he had approached a large set of steel doors, knocking three times, a camera suddenly moved above the man and focused on him, as he just stare into it. Soon after the large doors pull open by two men standing behind them. He entered casually glancing about the room, as if looking for something in particular. When suddenly a man's low voice beckons to be heard from behind the purple hared man.
"It's not much, I know, but I need to keep my business here rather quite, they really don't like the people who could
destroy their world with the click of a key…"
He turns around abruptly but smirks as he recognizes the familiar face, and answers his greeting with his own repartee.
"Well, I wouldn't expect them to appreciate anyone who could so bluntly call himself god.
Long time no see Toni, ne?"
The brown hared extends his hand in salutation, jade green eyes showing only mischief.
"Too long bro…"
Trunks excepts his hands, but still continues.
"So what's been up? I heard you were pullin' some sort of conspiracy in the states, had to come and see it for myself."
Toni cocks his head back and says in a subtle voice.
"Yah, I got a little thing going on here, nothing that some big timer like you would want in on, eh? Or am I assuming too much? And did you actually come here to join me in partnership? We could do a lot of damage on the streets you know?"
Trunks only sneers.
"Nah, while I would like to help you take over the world, I didn't come here to get in on the game, only came to ask for a trade."
Toni slowly shakes his head in defeat, but accepts the circumstances lightly.
"Shame… Well then, what'll it be?"
"Well, I heard you're running a system under a DOS code, your own station of course, but it's been getting into the program management's here in the U.S."
"And?"
"I want accessibility into it's main frame, if you are going to be running some shit like this, I'm not gonna run the risk of losing my own profit margins while you're on your little renegade."
"And what exactly would make you think I would just up and give you that kind of access?"
"Well, while I don't have any real problem with what your doing, and personally favor doing business with you, simply because our paths do cross in those terms, I do have a problems with running risks… And well with that said, I offer you in exchange for your own cooperation, the only program yet made that can completely trash your little system."
Trunks pulls a disk out of his pocket and waves it in the air a bit, only grasping the attention of Toni's gaze.
"Smart, I like it when someone threatens to destroy me, and still expects to be friends afterwards, it's why we would have made good business partners…"
Toni turns from Trunks and begins to rummage through a desk, standing in the corner of the room, and pulls out a black disk.
Holding it up in front of his own face as if some precious treasure.
"This disk will give you maximum accessibility to the DOS code program, along with the programs in it's current accessibility. "
With that he slowly drop his arm down towards Trunks, letting the disk reach his grasp, while Trunks hands him the similar disk of his own. And with that turns and leaves only with saying:
"later…"
The city was bright, neon lights, and taxi cabs lit the streets of the bustled city. People roamed their way from coffee shops to crowded night clubs, to poetry readings. While others where just working their corners. Not a place for subtitles, if that, the people here that roamed the streets at night were only looking to have fun, or at least survive the next day, the city was transformed. One place in particular, had attracted a substantial amount of attention that night, the soft glow of the rimmed purple sign that read "Opeeka."
Intro Music : The Deftones - Teething
Bra entered the club followed by a very pale black hared woman, a short blonde girl, and tall and built raven hared man. Looking around she entered feeling more comfortable noting the décor, and music. Allowing the sound to tap into here memory.
'Hey, these are the Deftones, it's pretty nice here… I don't see Trunks though….' Bra heads towards one of the empty table and sits down.
"Hey Dez, she said turning to face the dark hared woman, "have you seen Trunks at all?"
She just looked at her with a blunt stare and replied.
"I am not here to look for your brother. I am here to have a good time, something he must find intolerable because I have yet to see him leave that little shell of an office he lives in."
"Yeah, I was wondering myself if would come."
Just then Trunks plops down, wearing a black wife beater, a metal chain around his neck, black slim fitting bondage pants [yes I do have a thing for bondage pants (^^)…] that were tucked into his leather buckled combat boots.
"And alas, I do arrive…"
"Hey Trunks, didn't think you'd show, you've been so boring lately…" The blonde girl sitting across the table stated.
Trunks, turned to the girl wearing the pink tank that matched the streak in her hair, with the bracelets and gauntlets ringing halfway up her arms.
"I'm sorry I've been so boring lately Tosh, really, I am trying very hard to fill your needs for personal amusement but well, I just can't stand to cause personal afflictions and self humiliating tasks while I'm still at work."
She just waved it off, continuing her train of thought.
"You work too much, you should quit."
"I probably should, and then I should try being homeless and poor, I mean I can't say I've done that before and well, 'carpe diaz' ne?"
"…funny…" she sneers but still continues knowing all to well of Trunks' sarcastic sense of humor, or lack there of.
" you wanna dance?"
"Yeah sure" he says as he gets up and pulls the blond away from the table and onto the cleared already where most everyone had filled with their swaying bodies. They begin to move with the rhythm of the music, swinging their head to the sound of it's beat, though soon after they arrive on the floor the music stops as this band had finished their time on stage. People start to clap at their performance, as they gather their equipment and remove them selves from stage.
Tosh and Trunks head back towards the table where Bra and Dez were now engaged in a conversation with Ja. After about ten minutes of muffled sounds on the stage, only covered by the music being played by the stereo, a man appears on stage to introduce the next band.
"You know them, love them, they are the reason you came tonight, and the reason this place is here, please welcome:
Opeeka…"
People start to clap and await the performance.
Intro Music: SRC track 8
(These lyrics are from the SRC CD, track 8, I don't actually have the CD name, or song title, but the band is SRC. And I do not own them in any way at all, but like the song, and the band very much and will most likely being using them again to portray the fictional band in this fan fic, called Opeeka. I may have misquoted the lyrics a bit too…)
The lights dim and suddenly shine a soft purple hue over the woman now standing center stage, behind a slim microphone.
Trunks gaze fixes on the woman on stage, almost captured by her.
'why does she seem so familiar'
A guitar begins to play a harsh tune, that seems lightened and toned by a techno electronic beat that follows, with a reiterating beat.
New sounds come into the mix little by little, accenting the affect of the guitar. Until the sound of the guitar leaves the electronic melody to play on it's own, only shortly after to be joined by a deep, almost husky, female's voice.
"Know that I could always trust you if I want to….
Then raising her pitch a bit
But I'm you're only fan
Her voice, her very being on the stage has Trunks now just staring into her as she sings, along with a good amount of other people in the audience.
Find it hard to be a very caring person
I knew you'd understand
I try my best to make this into something
Left unfilled my hand
By now the entire audience almost seems in a dazed state captured by the woman's presence and seduced by her voice.
Left unfilled my hand
The sound of the guitar suddenly joins in, showing the softer tone in her voice
Oh well…
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well…
The guitar fades out again, and leaves the beat to lead her words alone.
See you struggle for a brilliant conversation
So what you gonna say?
And if you only knew I think you want to
I guess I wouldn't mind
I know it's hard to say the things you must be thinking
But I could hold your hand
Yeah I can hold your hand
The guitar starts again, and she reiterates her previous words, still in the same subtle voice
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh weeell
Then, she adds a more harsh tone to her voice, as if to emphasize the words, and compromise with the harsh sound of
the guitar.
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well…
The guitar ends it's tune once more, but electronic sound wavers with a new tone, and beat, fading in and out, for while, until it resumes it's old tone, and the woman starts to sing once more in her alluring voice, but now her tone is higher in pitch.
I find it hard to be a very caring person
I knew you'd understand
I know it's hard to say the things you must be thinking
Then returns its deepness
But I could hold your hand
Yes I can hold your hand
As the guitar starts, she immediately joins it with a harsh voice
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Her voice calms and softens from its previous and harsh course, and in a sultry voice finishes
Oh well…,
And with that the guitars fade out, as does the electronic beat, and finally the spell on the audience as they applaud those on stage. The lights brighten on the stage, giving a better view of the band to the audience and signaling their end. Every set of eyes locked on the raven hared female that hops off the stage and heads towards the back.
Just then from where Trunks had moved up to be closer to the stage it hits him why she seemed so familiar.
"pan?"
She walks by him heading towards a door that is on the other side of the room, though as she passes, she gives him a sideways glance, and he could almost see her smirk, as she averted her eyes away again and continued on her way.
Author's Notes: So what did you think? Good? Bad? I was probably taking a chance on the whole computer scam thing, but really, I like the idea, and it will have a purpose again later on in the story. I know I promised more T/P action on this chapter, but I'm still getting to that point and well, this seems like a good place to end the chapter. Besides it's four A.M. and all I want to do is post this. So R/R, pLeAsE!!! (^^) thanx.
No I do not own DBZ, if I did, I would not have to write fan fiction for it, I would just be able to continue the series even further.
Author's Notes:
Firstly: Thank-you to those who reviewed my first chapter so far! I love you people! Keep reading, I promise to try and update as frequently as possible, I'm trying to get through any writers block, I might come across, but I have a pretty good idea of how the stories going to go, so that might not happen.
And I never really explained about the first little entry I wrote, you see I write narrative poems on my own, and I was just introducing the story using metaphors in a poem, from Pan's POV. Sorry if that got anyone a little lost, and I might do it again, when ever the mood strike up enough for me to write something like that, so just warning ahead of time.
Also, to further note the music thing, when I thought up this story it played out like a T.V. show in my head and well, they have music on T.V. shows, so umm…. Yeah, I know I'm weird…
Chapter 2:
Oh yeah, about the flash back things, well have you ever played final fantasy 7, well think of how they did the flash back then, little by little, I liked how they did that so…
Lastly: This is about Trunks, I have a thing with computers, and well, he does own a business that has the main bulk of it's product computer based and yet I never seem to read anything in which he knows about them, which I thought was kind of strange. And well in my fic, he is insanely smart, especially with computers, and since computers do run a major portion of the world we live in, don't you see where him and the scam could fit in? It's nothing big, but I had to put it in there (^^)
Any way, please R/R.
Trunks had been sitting in his office staring at his computer screen ever since Bra had left. He shut the program that he had been working on his computer down, and started to play
Stone Temple Pilots – Sour Girl
-on his computer.
'Pan is here in LA? We are in the same city and I still haven't even seen her. It's been so long, it was like she just disappeared.'
*Flash *
It was late at night and dim lighting in the room played upon her faced, shadowing her eyes, then showing a certain gleam within them. I could not see her, I could not understand. And all that I could do was question over and over again to myself, what brought us here, what brought her to this place in her life, and why won't she just let some one help?
She sat, her head bent down, her face almost indifferent to emotion, yet captured by some turning fate, only showing in her eyes wonder, wonder of what may become, and why life has turn out this way.
*Flash *
Trunks stopped his pacing and turned towards her with eyes wide and angry.
"What do you mean, 'what do I want to talk to you about?' what do you think? How about how you've been treating everyone lately? How about how you were disrespecting Gohan, your father who cares about you, how about how you haven't even been coming home for the last week?"
Pan just sat silently taking in the words. Then almost as if remembering herself suddenly stood, to defend herself.
"My behavior towards everyone else? Look I don't have a problem with anyone; they just all seem to have a problem with me. As for Gohan, he doesn't care about me, he only cares about the idea of me, he and his preprogrammed mind, and shallow affections can fuck off. You don't know how things are, you don't know everything that's happening in my life, who are you to talk to me and dictate what I should and should not be doing?" she paused and thought for a moment.
"And why are you any way? Why are you here talking to me? It can't possibly be because you care about me, you don't even know me, you care about Gohan, and the idea of what I'm supposed to be in his eyes…"
*Flash *
She was standing, her face to the ground, looking into some unknown place, almost as if she saw a glimpse of what the world really was.
"You can know a person's name for a thousand years and never really see who that person is… You don't know me Trunks, don't say that you do…"
She raised her head towards him, to see his head was bent and hair falling over his face.
'maybe I don't know her…'
*Flash *
"I'm not being hard on Gohan, but he can't understand my bad moods, the mood I get whenever I feel like I've been fucked over by the world, when I feel like I just could curl up and die from the things that happen, that I just don't understand myself. I only get shit from him, and I can't take it, and he gets pissed off because of it, when he can't understand just why I can't seem to care enough about everything, and be what he wants me the be…. And still, it's not just him… it's everything…"
*Flash *
"I just need to get away from it, everything… I'm not running… I'm just moving on, I can't be here, and be happy, I need to find something, and I need to leave…
*Flash *
She was sitting again, farther back in the corner now, with her head resting on her knees, that were curled up to her face when she said almost remorsefully yet so lightly as if the words had no meaning…
"I used to care about you, I mean really care about you…."
* End Flashback*
"Excuse me sir… Mr. Brief's… Mr. Brief's?"
Trunks was brought back down to reality by his secretary waving her hand in front of his face.
"Uh, yes, sorry, did you need something?" he asked nodding out of his dazed state.
"Well, your sister had just called, I told her that you were busy, but she wished that I forwarded this message to you.
Trunks-
We are meeting at Opeeka at 7 PM tonight, be there or I will be forced to come to your place and drag you out myself. The address is _______, ja ne.
-Bra
"Excuse me but what time is it?"
The red headed secretary checked her wrist watch and responded…
"It is… 5:37 sir."
"Thank-you, I will be leaving now, have Jess' close for me okay?"
"Yes, sir, I will tell him."
The day wore thin, and blackness began to arise in the sky, as the sun slowly fell into the horizon. The streets were
lulled, awaiting the rush of the cold yet still furious night. A man dressed in a black trench coat, entered into a small back street, and shot through the back entrance of one of the obsolete buildings shadowing the alley.
Inside a purple hared man turned many corners, of the barren structure; halls were slightly cluttered with a steel crate, or single computer, some guards standing posts on corners rare. He stopped once he had approached a large set of steel doors, knocking three times, a camera suddenly moved above the man and focused on him, as he just stare into it. Soon after the large doors pull open by two men standing behind them. He entered casually glancing about the room, as if looking for something in particular. When suddenly a man's low voice beckons to be heard from behind the purple hared man.
"It's not much, I know, but I need to keep my business here rather quite, they really don't like the people who could
destroy their world with the click of a key…"
He turns around abruptly but smirks as he recognizes the familiar face, and answers his greeting with his own repartee.
"Well, I wouldn't expect them to appreciate anyone who could so bluntly call himself god.
Long time no see Toni, ne?"
The brown hared extends his hand in salutation, jade green eyes showing only mischief.
"Too long bro…"
Trunks excepts his hands, but still continues.
"So what's been up? I heard you were pullin' some sort of conspiracy in the states, had to come and see it for myself."
Toni cocks his head back and says in a subtle voice.
"Yah, I got a little thing going on here, nothing that some big timer like you would want in on, eh? Or am I assuming too much? And did you actually come here to join me in partnership? We could do a lot of damage on the streets you know?"
Trunks only sneers.
"Nah, while I would like to help you take over the world, I didn't come here to get in on the game, only came to ask for a trade."
Toni slowly shakes his head in defeat, but accepts the circumstances lightly.
"Shame… Well then, what'll it be?"
"Well, I heard you're running a system under a DOS code, your own station of course, but it's been getting into the program management's here in the U.S."
"And?"
"I want accessibility into it's main frame, if you are going to be running some shit like this, I'm not gonna run the risk of losing my own profit margins while you're on your little renegade."
"And what exactly would make you think I would just up and give you that kind of access?"
"Well, while I don't have any real problem with what your doing, and personally favor doing business with you, simply because our paths do cross in those terms, I do have a problems with running risks… And well with that said, I offer you in exchange for your own cooperation, the only program yet made that can completely trash your little system."
Trunks pulls a disk out of his pocket and waves it in the air a bit, only grasping the attention of Toni's gaze.
"Smart, I like it when someone threatens to destroy me, and still expects to be friends afterwards, it's why we would have made good business partners…"
Toni turns from Trunks and begins to rummage through a desk, standing in the corner of the room, and pulls out a black disk.
Holding it up in front of his own face as if some precious treasure.
"This disk will give you maximum accessibility to the DOS code program, along with the programs in it's current accessibility. "
With that he slowly drop his arm down towards Trunks, letting the disk reach his grasp, while Trunks hands him the similar disk of his own. And with that turns and leaves only with saying:
"later…"
The city was bright, neon lights, and taxi cabs lit the streets of the bustled city. People roamed their way from coffee shops to crowded night clubs, to poetry readings. While others where just working their corners. Not a place for subtitles, if that, the people here that roamed the streets at night were only looking to have fun, or at least survive the next day, the city was transformed. One place in particular, had attracted a substantial amount of attention that night, the soft glow of the rimmed purple sign that read "Opeeka."
Intro Music : The Deftones - Teething
Bra entered the club followed by a very pale black hared woman, a short blonde girl, and tall and built raven hared man. Looking around she entered feeling more comfortable noting the décor, and music. Allowing the sound to tap into here memory.
'Hey, these are the Deftones, it's pretty nice here… I don't see Trunks though….' Bra heads towards one of the empty table and sits down.
"Hey Dez, she said turning to face the dark hared woman, "have you seen Trunks at all?"
She just looked at her with a blunt stare and replied.
"I am not here to look for your brother. I am here to have a good time, something he must find intolerable because I have yet to see him leave that little shell of an office he lives in."
"Yeah, I was wondering myself if would come."
Just then Trunks plops down, wearing a black wife beater, a metal chain around his neck, black slim fitting bondage pants [yes I do have a thing for bondage pants (^^)…] that were tucked into his leather buckled combat boots.
"And alas, I do arrive…"
"Hey Trunks, didn't think you'd show, you've been so boring lately…" The blonde girl sitting across the table stated.
Trunks, turned to the girl wearing the pink tank that matched the streak in her hair, with the bracelets and gauntlets ringing halfway up her arms.
"I'm sorry I've been so boring lately Tosh, really, I am trying very hard to fill your needs for personal amusement but well, I just can't stand to cause personal afflictions and self humiliating tasks while I'm still at work."
She just waved it off, continuing her train of thought.
"You work too much, you should quit."
"I probably should, and then I should try being homeless and poor, I mean I can't say I've done that before and well, 'carpe diaz' ne?"
"…funny…" she sneers but still continues knowing all to well of Trunks' sarcastic sense of humor, or lack there of.
" you wanna dance?"
"Yeah sure" he says as he gets up and pulls the blond away from the table and onto the cleared already where most everyone had filled with their swaying bodies. They begin to move with the rhythm of the music, swinging their head to the sound of it's beat, though soon after they arrive on the floor the music stops as this band had finished their time on stage. People start to clap at their performance, as they gather their equipment and remove them selves from stage.
Tosh and Trunks head back towards the table where Bra and Dez were now engaged in a conversation with Ja. After about ten minutes of muffled sounds on the stage, only covered by the music being played by the stereo, a man appears on stage to introduce the next band.
"You know them, love them, they are the reason you came tonight, and the reason this place is here, please welcome:
Opeeka…"
People start to clap and await the performance.
Intro Music: SRC track 8
(These lyrics are from the SRC CD, track 8, I don't actually have the CD name, or song title, but the band is SRC. And I do not own them in any way at all, but like the song, and the band very much and will most likely being using them again to portray the fictional band in this fan fic, called Opeeka. I may have misquoted the lyrics a bit too…)
The lights dim and suddenly shine a soft purple hue over the woman now standing center stage, behind a slim microphone.
Trunks gaze fixes on the woman on stage, almost captured by her.
'why does she seem so familiar'
A guitar begins to play a harsh tune, that seems lightened and toned by a techno electronic beat that follows, with a reiterating beat.
New sounds come into the mix little by little, accenting the affect of the guitar. Until the sound of the guitar leaves the electronic melody to play on it's own, only shortly after to be joined by a deep, almost husky, female's voice.
"Know that I could always trust you if I want to….
Then raising her pitch a bit
But I'm you're only fan
Her voice, her very being on the stage has Trunks now just staring into her as she sings, along with a good amount of other people in the audience.
Find it hard to be a very caring person
I knew you'd understand
I try my best to make this into something
Left unfilled my hand
By now the entire audience almost seems in a dazed state captured by the woman's presence and seduced by her voice.
Left unfilled my hand
The sound of the guitar suddenly joins in, showing the softer tone in her voice
Oh well…
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well…
The guitar fades out again, and leaves the beat to lead her words alone.
See you struggle for a brilliant conversation
So what you gonna say?
And if you only knew I think you want to
I guess I wouldn't mind
I know it's hard to say the things you must be thinking
But I could hold your hand
Yeah I can hold your hand
The guitar starts again, and she reiterates her previous words, still in the same subtle voice
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh weeell
Then, she adds a more harsh tone to her voice, as if to emphasize the words, and compromise with the harsh sound of
the guitar.
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well…
The guitar ends it's tune once more, but electronic sound wavers with a new tone, and beat, fading in and out, for while, until it resumes it's old tone, and the woman starts to sing once more in her alluring voice, but now her tone is higher in pitch.
I find it hard to be a very caring person
I knew you'd understand
I know it's hard to say the things you must be thinking
Then returns its deepness
But I could hold your hand
Yes I can hold your hand
As the guitar starts, she immediately joins it with a harsh voice
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Her voice calms and softens from its previous and harsh course, and in a sultry voice finishes
Oh well…,
And with that the guitars fade out, as does the electronic beat, and finally the spell on the audience as they applaud those on stage. The lights brighten on the stage, giving a better view of the band to the audience and signaling their end. Every set of eyes locked on the raven hared female that hops off the stage and heads towards the back.
Just then from where Trunks had moved up to be closer to the stage it hits him why she seemed so familiar.
"pan?"
She walks by him heading towards a door that is on the other side of the room, though as she passes, she gives him a sideways glance, and he could almost see her smirk, as she averted her eyes away again and continued on her way.
Author's Notes: So what did you think? Good? Bad? I was probably taking a chance on the whole computer scam thing, but really, I like the idea, and it will have a purpose again later on in the story. I know I promised more T/P action on this chapter, but I'm still getting to that point and well, this seems like a good place to end the chapter. Besides it's four A.M. and all I want to do is post this. So R/R, pLeAsE!!! (^^) thanx.