Okay, sorry for the long wait, I have had a major writers block on this
story, the plot's not going the way I wanted to go. So this chappie might
be a bit confusing.
But the real plot has finally begun, so enjoy.
Chapter 7 ~ Trunks gets WAZZUPED!!
***
"Mr. Briefs, what is the problem?"
Trunks lay down in the heavily cushioned chair and put his hands on top of his face, "Oh god, I can't believe I'm actually here."
"You must be here for a reason, Mr. Briefs, and considering you, it must be a pretty good one."
Trunks sighed, "I can't believe that I'm even saying all of this."
Naomi didn't say anything, just smiled softly.
"Okay, I know this girl."
Naomi nodded, motioning for him to continue.
Trunks took a deep breath and continued, "And she isn't like any other girl I've met before, she's different, she's got this aura around her that just makes a person want to be with her, laughing. And when I'm with her, I'm always happy."
Naomi wrote down something in her notepad and whispered, "Please continue, Mr. Briefs."
"She is not too fashion-conscious, and doesn't worry too much about her appearances, that makes her natural, like she is only real person I've ever known, when I'm with other girls, famous actresses, supermodels, all they do is try to please me." Trunks stopped to take another breath, "But she speaks her own thoughts, and is very mature, almost more mature than any other person I've met, and we've been friends for as long as I can remember, which means she understands me, even more than both my father and sister."
Trunks let out a weak chuckle, it was a surprise that Vegeta even remembered how old he was, "But, she's younger than I am, a lot younger, and that's the problem, I don't know how she feels about me at all, and I'm supposed to be on a business trip here, but I can't think about anything but her."
Naomi held out a hand to stop him, "How much younger is she? 5, 6 years?"
"She's 12 at the moment." Trunks stopped for a second, catching the look on his psychiatrist's face, she didn't seem too surprised, but that didn't prevent her lips from curling slightly upwards.
"Well, Mr. Briefs, first we have to get your priorities in order, list the importance between your career, your family, and her."
Trunks thought for a moment, "My career comes first, of course." He paused, not knowing what to answer next, but purely on impulse, he blurted out, "then my family, and then her."
"I see." Naomi took a long pause, "Then, the best thing for you . . . would be to forget."
"Forget?" Trunks asked, "What do you mean?"
"It is very simple this way, and will prevent any further developments of emotional value between the two of you, it'll probably also keep track of your career and your family, although it may seem hard, the concept is rather simple, all you have to do is wait for a moment while I get Dr. Jones, and then, you will forget."
"But I don't want to forget her! She's important to me!" Trunks yelled.
Naomi shrugged, "But Mr. Briefs, if she had been last on your priority list, then it would be the best thing possible. Trust me, I'm not a award winning psychiatrist for nothing, unless, you've been lying about your priorities."
Trunks shook his head, "No, I wasn't lying."
Naomi smiled, "Well, then, wait here a moment, the lost of memory is not permanent, it is just until you see her again, but during that time, your mind will be free to concentrate on your number one priority, your career."
Trunks watched as the tall brunette walked out of the room, he moaned, "Now what have I done?"
***
Trunks snapped back to reality and realized that the dark ebony eyes that he was staring into at the moment were the exact same ones as the young girl that he had known 5 years ago.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, all of his memories with the Saiya-jin girl has come flying back at him, and he realized that although her eyes were the same ones from the past, nothing else about her was, for one thing, she was older, and her hair was longer and smoother, her skin was finely tanned and she was wearing a dress, heels and some make- up, something she would never have done 5 years ago.
Pan stared him straight in his eyes and chuckled coldly, "Speechless, are you? That you've forgotten me? That I was never of any importance to you? Well, just to let you know, you are nothing to me, you might have been once, but not anymore, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I regret any friendship that we might have once had, I loath the ground you step on, I feel stupid for ever thinking that we were or could've been best friends, the truth is, I absolutely, utterly, and completely hate you."
If Trunks had been speechless before, he was half-dead now, every word that she spat at him pierced right through his heart, and when he opened his mouth again to argue, no sound came out, either from completely shock that Pan would say such a thing about him, or a heart attack.
Pan stepped closer toward him, "Do you know the fear I had back then, because you wouldn't mail me, or phone me, or communicate with me in any way? I thought I had done something wrong, something that you might be upset over, so I swore, when I saw you again, I would apologize, and now that I can see you, and talk to you for that matter, I know what I've done wrong, and I am apologizing right this instant, I'm sorry, Trunks, I'm sorry from the bottom of my sunken heart, I'M SORRY THAT I'VE EVER KNOWN YOU!!"
Trunks watched helplessly as Pan turned around and dashed into the house. How could he have known it would end up this way? How could he have known the pain that she had felt? All he wanted was the best for himself, and also the best for her.
What could he do to make things right again? What could he do to mend their friendship? How could he ever apologize to her? Regret and hatred towards himself washed over him until he was covered completely, what would he have done if she had never bothered to communicate with him? He'd probably be just as mad at her.
What would he do now? He couldn't go in and face her, he'd be too ashamed, he wondered how he even got himself into this mess. Could he tell her the truth? Would she believe him? Could he even believe himself?
So once Trunks gained the ability to move again, he slowly tip-toed into the house, making sure no one saw him, he slowly headed upstairs, and was about to ponder things over in his room when a voice called out.
"Fine mess you've got yourself into, eh, brat?"
Trunks saw his father, watching television, "Why do you care?"
"Personally, I don't give a damn about your personal problems, but since both your mother and sister are going to be distraught to learn that you and Kakarotto's grand brat have parted, I have to stop you from wreaking everyone's lives somehow. After all, you're too one-track minded to solve your own problems."
Trunks muttered sarcastically, "Thank you, father, that made me feel a lot better."
"Just remember, brat, it takes 3 days to create a new heart, but it takes 3 years to mend an old one."
Trunks thought to himself, whoa, where'd he get something that deep? But then he quickly headed towards his room and buried his overwhelmed head in the softness of his pillow.
***
"Goten!" Pan yelled, "You're not making any sense!"
Goten scratched his head, "I'm not?"
"Of course not! If the chicken was already dead before the monkey was born, how could they be waltzing?!" Pan shouted.
"Oh . . . Opps . . ." Goten blushed, "I guess I overlooked that part of the joke."
Bra smiled, "I understood it perfectly, Goten, Pan is just a little slow on these things."
Pan glared at her best friend and hissed, "Suck-up!"
Bra hissed back, "Party pooper!"
Pan stuck her nose up in the air and headed over to the snack table, she picked up a handful of Jell-O cubes and shoved them into her mouth.
"Oh, very dignified, young lady." Gohan joked.
Pan made a muffled noise and continued eating, Gohan chuckled to himself and decided to find his wife to do some waltzing.
"You know, I think I'm going to see what Trunks is up to, pass me a wing, would ya?" Goten asked.
Bra stared at the greasy chicken wings and thought about how they would dirty her hands, she shot a look at Goten, who had his usual goofy grin on his face, and decided that he was worth more than her recent manicure.
Goten stuffed the wings in his mouth and headed up the stairs, Bra followed him, not about to let him out of her sight, she spotted Pan pigging out on Jell-O and motioned for her to follow them.
Pan raised an eyebrow and grabbed another handful of Jell-O cubes before heading up the stairs with them.
Goten pushed open the door to Trunks' room and cried out, "Trunks! My man! WAZZUP?!"
Trunks jerked his head off his pillow and rolled off his bed, "Aaahhhh!!! What the hell?!"
Goten stared at his mattress, "Uh . . . Trunks? Do you have a bed-wetting problem?"
Trunks shook his head and Goten continued, "There seems to be some sort of liquid on your mattress."
"Oh, that's just sweat." Trunks explained, "I had a really bad dream about Pan hating - oh." He stopped when he saw the scowl on the dark-haired beauty standing in his doorway. It wasn't a dream?! Trunks immediately panicked, "Aaahhhh!! She really does hate me!!!"
Goten waved a hand in front of his hyperventilating friend and yelled, "Trunks! Trunks! Listen to me! Trunks! WAZZUP?!!"
Trunks screamed, "God, Goten, don't do that!!"
Goten realized that Trunks didn't like the word. 'WAZZUP' and thought it would be quite amusing to chase him around his room screaming the word in his face.
And he did so.
Pan watched her uncle chase Trunks around the room with disgust, there he was, having fun right after she told him that she hated him, that really did prove that she meant nothing to him, so an enraged Pan stomped off to eat some more Jell-O cubes.
After Goten had gotten hungry again, he left on the search of food and abandoned Trunks who sighed and sat down on his bed.
"How much does she hate me?" Trunks asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
"How perverted is Master Roshi?" Bra answered his question with another question.
Trunks shook his head, all traces of hope were erased from his voice, "Never mind, but is there anything I could do to make it up to her?"
Bra raised an eyebrow, "How should I know, if it was me, I wouldn't forgive you, either."
Trunks moaned, "Aw, come on, Bra, you are not helping."
Bra shook her head, "Hey, I'm not the one in trouble with Pan, for starters, you should apologize!"
Trunks realized that Bra had a good point, when Pan snapped her head off at him, he was too stunned to apologize, but then again, Pan could be as scary as ChiChi sometimes.
He didn't realize that Bra had left his room, but he slowly headed downstairs to try to apologize to Pan, but he didn't exactly know what she was mad about. What was he supposed to say, oh, Pan, my a thousand apologies for forgetting you for 5 years.
It was worth a try, right?
As Trunks headed into the ballroom, he gathered up his nerves and was about to speak calmly to Pan when a most annoying spiky-haired boy yelled.
"WAZZUP!!!"
Well, so much for calmness.
***
Ugh, finally got this chapter over with, hopefully I'll get the next one out sooner, *blushes* But I've got quite a lot of stories to work on at the moment.
Vegeta: Whose fault is that?!
Anywayz, please review and any comments will be greatly appreciated. *bows* Thank you.
-Juunanagou4ever
But the real plot has finally begun, so enjoy.
Chapter 7 ~ Trunks gets WAZZUPED!!
***
"Mr. Briefs, what is the problem?"
Trunks lay down in the heavily cushioned chair and put his hands on top of his face, "Oh god, I can't believe I'm actually here."
"You must be here for a reason, Mr. Briefs, and considering you, it must be a pretty good one."
Trunks sighed, "I can't believe that I'm even saying all of this."
Naomi didn't say anything, just smiled softly.
"Okay, I know this girl."
Naomi nodded, motioning for him to continue.
Trunks took a deep breath and continued, "And she isn't like any other girl I've met before, she's different, she's got this aura around her that just makes a person want to be with her, laughing. And when I'm with her, I'm always happy."
Naomi wrote down something in her notepad and whispered, "Please continue, Mr. Briefs."
"She is not too fashion-conscious, and doesn't worry too much about her appearances, that makes her natural, like she is only real person I've ever known, when I'm with other girls, famous actresses, supermodels, all they do is try to please me." Trunks stopped to take another breath, "But she speaks her own thoughts, and is very mature, almost more mature than any other person I've met, and we've been friends for as long as I can remember, which means she understands me, even more than both my father and sister."
Trunks let out a weak chuckle, it was a surprise that Vegeta even remembered how old he was, "But, she's younger than I am, a lot younger, and that's the problem, I don't know how she feels about me at all, and I'm supposed to be on a business trip here, but I can't think about anything but her."
Naomi held out a hand to stop him, "How much younger is she? 5, 6 years?"
"She's 12 at the moment." Trunks stopped for a second, catching the look on his psychiatrist's face, she didn't seem too surprised, but that didn't prevent her lips from curling slightly upwards.
"Well, Mr. Briefs, first we have to get your priorities in order, list the importance between your career, your family, and her."
Trunks thought for a moment, "My career comes first, of course." He paused, not knowing what to answer next, but purely on impulse, he blurted out, "then my family, and then her."
"I see." Naomi took a long pause, "Then, the best thing for you . . . would be to forget."
"Forget?" Trunks asked, "What do you mean?"
"It is very simple this way, and will prevent any further developments of emotional value between the two of you, it'll probably also keep track of your career and your family, although it may seem hard, the concept is rather simple, all you have to do is wait for a moment while I get Dr. Jones, and then, you will forget."
"But I don't want to forget her! She's important to me!" Trunks yelled.
Naomi shrugged, "But Mr. Briefs, if she had been last on your priority list, then it would be the best thing possible. Trust me, I'm not a award winning psychiatrist for nothing, unless, you've been lying about your priorities."
Trunks shook his head, "No, I wasn't lying."
Naomi smiled, "Well, then, wait here a moment, the lost of memory is not permanent, it is just until you see her again, but during that time, your mind will be free to concentrate on your number one priority, your career."
Trunks watched as the tall brunette walked out of the room, he moaned, "Now what have I done?"
***
Trunks snapped back to reality and realized that the dark ebony eyes that he was staring into at the moment were the exact same ones as the young girl that he had known 5 years ago.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, all of his memories with the Saiya-jin girl has come flying back at him, and he realized that although her eyes were the same ones from the past, nothing else about her was, for one thing, she was older, and her hair was longer and smoother, her skin was finely tanned and she was wearing a dress, heels and some make- up, something she would never have done 5 years ago.
Pan stared him straight in his eyes and chuckled coldly, "Speechless, are you? That you've forgotten me? That I was never of any importance to you? Well, just to let you know, you are nothing to me, you might have been once, but not anymore, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I regret any friendship that we might have once had, I loath the ground you step on, I feel stupid for ever thinking that we were or could've been best friends, the truth is, I absolutely, utterly, and completely hate you."
If Trunks had been speechless before, he was half-dead now, every word that she spat at him pierced right through his heart, and when he opened his mouth again to argue, no sound came out, either from completely shock that Pan would say such a thing about him, or a heart attack.
Pan stepped closer toward him, "Do you know the fear I had back then, because you wouldn't mail me, or phone me, or communicate with me in any way? I thought I had done something wrong, something that you might be upset over, so I swore, when I saw you again, I would apologize, and now that I can see you, and talk to you for that matter, I know what I've done wrong, and I am apologizing right this instant, I'm sorry, Trunks, I'm sorry from the bottom of my sunken heart, I'M SORRY THAT I'VE EVER KNOWN YOU!!"
Trunks watched helplessly as Pan turned around and dashed into the house. How could he have known it would end up this way? How could he have known the pain that she had felt? All he wanted was the best for himself, and also the best for her.
What could he do to make things right again? What could he do to mend their friendship? How could he ever apologize to her? Regret and hatred towards himself washed over him until he was covered completely, what would he have done if she had never bothered to communicate with him? He'd probably be just as mad at her.
What would he do now? He couldn't go in and face her, he'd be too ashamed, he wondered how he even got himself into this mess. Could he tell her the truth? Would she believe him? Could he even believe himself?
So once Trunks gained the ability to move again, he slowly tip-toed into the house, making sure no one saw him, he slowly headed upstairs, and was about to ponder things over in his room when a voice called out.
"Fine mess you've got yourself into, eh, brat?"
Trunks saw his father, watching television, "Why do you care?"
"Personally, I don't give a damn about your personal problems, but since both your mother and sister are going to be distraught to learn that you and Kakarotto's grand brat have parted, I have to stop you from wreaking everyone's lives somehow. After all, you're too one-track minded to solve your own problems."
Trunks muttered sarcastically, "Thank you, father, that made me feel a lot better."
"Just remember, brat, it takes 3 days to create a new heart, but it takes 3 years to mend an old one."
Trunks thought to himself, whoa, where'd he get something that deep? But then he quickly headed towards his room and buried his overwhelmed head in the softness of his pillow.
***
"Goten!" Pan yelled, "You're not making any sense!"
Goten scratched his head, "I'm not?"
"Of course not! If the chicken was already dead before the monkey was born, how could they be waltzing?!" Pan shouted.
"Oh . . . Opps . . ." Goten blushed, "I guess I overlooked that part of the joke."
Bra smiled, "I understood it perfectly, Goten, Pan is just a little slow on these things."
Pan glared at her best friend and hissed, "Suck-up!"
Bra hissed back, "Party pooper!"
Pan stuck her nose up in the air and headed over to the snack table, she picked up a handful of Jell-O cubes and shoved them into her mouth.
"Oh, very dignified, young lady." Gohan joked.
Pan made a muffled noise and continued eating, Gohan chuckled to himself and decided to find his wife to do some waltzing.
"You know, I think I'm going to see what Trunks is up to, pass me a wing, would ya?" Goten asked.
Bra stared at the greasy chicken wings and thought about how they would dirty her hands, she shot a look at Goten, who had his usual goofy grin on his face, and decided that he was worth more than her recent manicure.
Goten stuffed the wings in his mouth and headed up the stairs, Bra followed him, not about to let him out of her sight, she spotted Pan pigging out on Jell-O and motioned for her to follow them.
Pan raised an eyebrow and grabbed another handful of Jell-O cubes before heading up the stairs with them.
Goten pushed open the door to Trunks' room and cried out, "Trunks! My man! WAZZUP?!"
Trunks jerked his head off his pillow and rolled off his bed, "Aaahhhh!!! What the hell?!"
Goten stared at his mattress, "Uh . . . Trunks? Do you have a bed-wetting problem?"
Trunks shook his head and Goten continued, "There seems to be some sort of liquid on your mattress."
"Oh, that's just sweat." Trunks explained, "I had a really bad dream about Pan hating - oh." He stopped when he saw the scowl on the dark-haired beauty standing in his doorway. It wasn't a dream?! Trunks immediately panicked, "Aaahhhh!! She really does hate me!!!"
Goten waved a hand in front of his hyperventilating friend and yelled, "Trunks! Trunks! Listen to me! Trunks! WAZZUP?!!"
Trunks screamed, "God, Goten, don't do that!!"
Goten realized that Trunks didn't like the word. 'WAZZUP' and thought it would be quite amusing to chase him around his room screaming the word in his face.
And he did so.
Pan watched her uncle chase Trunks around the room with disgust, there he was, having fun right after she told him that she hated him, that really did prove that she meant nothing to him, so an enraged Pan stomped off to eat some more Jell-O cubes.
After Goten had gotten hungry again, he left on the search of food and abandoned Trunks who sighed and sat down on his bed.
"How much does she hate me?" Trunks asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
"How perverted is Master Roshi?" Bra answered his question with another question.
Trunks shook his head, all traces of hope were erased from his voice, "Never mind, but is there anything I could do to make it up to her?"
Bra raised an eyebrow, "How should I know, if it was me, I wouldn't forgive you, either."
Trunks moaned, "Aw, come on, Bra, you are not helping."
Bra shook her head, "Hey, I'm not the one in trouble with Pan, for starters, you should apologize!"
Trunks realized that Bra had a good point, when Pan snapped her head off at him, he was too stunned to apologize, but then again, Pan could be as scary as ChiChi sometimes.
He didn't realize that Bra had left his room, but he slowly headed downstairs to try to apologize to Pan, but he didn't exactly know what she was mad about. What was he supposed to say, oh, Pan, my a thousand apologies for forgetting you for 5 years.
It was worth a try, right?
As Trunks headed into the ballroom, he gathered up his nerves and was about to speak calmly to Pan when a most annoying spiky-haired boy yelled.
"WAZZUP!!!"
Well, so much for calmness.
***
Ugh, finally got this chapter over with, hopefully I'll get the next one out sooner, *blushes* But I've got quite a lot of stories to work on at the moment.
Vegeta: Whose fault is that?!
Anywayz, please review and any comments will be greatly appreciated. *bows* Thank you.
-Juunanagou4ever