A/N: Anyways, here is my second chapter. I don't really care whether or not
you like it, I do. Oh, and ages might be helpful I guess so here they are.
Pan: 17
Bra: 16
Goten: 31
Trunks: 32
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't even own the computer I am typing on. My dad does. And he's mean and doesn't like to share. So don't bother sueing. He'll just complain and says its his and then say fuck off and leave. (trust me.. he does it to me about the car!)
And now, back to the farm......(ask your parents, they'd understand)
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He found her in the morning, lying there on the floor. Her pale form had grown stiff during the night and her once beautiful skin appeared a sickly gray color. Her eyes stared open, looking at the shower door and never seeing it. Her hair had fanned out around her and dried in clumps, glued together by unbreakable bonds of blood. The animated face of his daughter now lay still, never again to express emotions. Her eyes would never have a spark of anger ignited within them and her lips would never quirk up in humor, laughing at some inside joke. He found her like this and it tore out his heart from his chest, still beating and dripping blood all across the hand that tore it out. He was her father, he was supposed to protect her from everything. But now, in a brutal awakening, he found he could not. With the strangled cry of a tormented soul, he fell to the floor, his knees tucked up under him. From afar he seemed to be kissing the bathroom floor, but upon closer inspection one could see silent tears making tracks down his face and held to his chest were his hands clenched in fists, knuckles white from strain. His handsome middle-aged face was scrunched up, the agony etched into it like a sculpture etched in marble. Slowly, he picked up the peices of his heart belonging to his daughter and placed them into a safe, in the hopes that someday those peices could be fixed. His face smoothed over and was like a slate of stone, unreadable and detached. On shaky legs he arose and went over to his daughter, and lightly picking her up,carried her out of the bathroom. 'Pan, why did you do this? How am I suppossed to go on? I loved you. You were my daughter. Why didn't you tell me what the problem was? I swear I could have helped if you had only let me. I love you so much, no matter what happens, I do.' --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
Videl looked up slowly when she heard shuffling footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Just a few minutes ago she had sent Gohan up to go wake up Pan. 'That child sleeps way too much!' she thought humourously, 'And its such a chore just to wake her up. I think Pan could sleep through another arrival of Majin Boo is she felt like it.' However, when the owner of the shuffling steps finally arrived at the doorway of the kitchen, Videl's eyes grew wide. There was Pan, her daughter, in her husband's arms, unmoving. "Gohan! Gohan! What's the matter with Pan? Pan honey, wake up and tell Mommy what's wrong. It'll be ok. I'll make you better, you just have to wake up and tell me what's wrong." Through it all Gohan just stood there, immobile and emotionless, almost totally unaware of his wife's hysterics. He stood there looking like a rock cliff, until an imperceptible tear leaked out of the corner of his distant obsidian eyes. And, with that tear Videl understood. Her worry-crazed mind stopped functioning and she collapsed onto the hard grey tile kitchen floor. With aching sobs she tried to relieve the pain of loosing her little Panny-Chan, but it did not seem to help. And Gohan kept standing through it all, tears now once again flowing down his face in centimeter wide tracks. Their only daughter was gone. Little Panny whom they had loved more than life itself was gone forever. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
Goten had just gotten himself kicked out of his mother's house again. Chi-Chi had told him he was too hyper and to get out of her house before he broke anything. 'Well, its too late for that' Goten thought sourly. 'But at least she doesn't know about her lamp....Yet.' So in typical Goten-style, he decided to go over to Videl's house for breakfast, and maybe a good ole spar with Pan-Chan afterwards. At break- neck speed he flew towards his older brother's house. His annoyingly happy demeanor soon having him doing aerial flips, twists, and turns, and by the time he tried to land on Gohan's doorstep he was too dizzy to stand. Thankfully, his saiyan heritage allowed for a quick recovery and he rushed into the house. Goten headed straight for the kitchen, ready for some breakfast. Because, of course, Videl was almost as good of a cook as Chi- Chi, not like Bulma. 'Poor Trunks' he thought. However, Fate had decreed that today Son Goten would not get to eat breakfast. As he arrived at the doorway of the kitchen, Goten saw the most disturbing sight he had ever seen. None of the horrors of his childhood had prepared him for this. He saw his older brother holding something in his arms in a very stiff manner and at his feet was his wife crying on the floor while holding onto someone's hand, a hand that was not holding back. And from his position behind Gohan he could see a deep cut with white lips and a pinkish center, and all around it was dried blood. Quietly he backed away from the horrifying scene and fled straight home.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't even own the computer I am typing on. My dad does. And he's mean and doesn't like to share. So don't bother sueing. He'll just complain and says its his and then say fuck off and leave. (trust me.. he does it to me about the car!)
And now, back to the farm......(ask your parents, they'd understand)
--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Chapter 2: Kissing Bathroom Floors
He found her in the morning, lying there on the floor. Her pale form had grown stiff during the night and her once beautiful skin appeared a sickly gray color. Her eyes stared open, looking at the shower door and never seeing it. Her hair had fanned out around her and dried in clumps, glued together by unbreakable bonds of blood. The animated face of his daughter now lay still, never again to express emotions. Her eyes would never have a spark of anger ignited within them and her lips would never quirk up in humor, laughing at some inside joke. He found her like this and it tore out his heart from his chest, still beating and dripping blood all across the hand that tore it out. He was her father, he was supposed to protect her from everything. But now, in a brutal awakening, he found he could not. With the strangled cry of a tormented soul, he fell to the floor, his knees tucked up under him. From afar he seemed to be kissing the bathroom floor, but upon closer inspection one could see silent tears making tracks down his face and held to his chest were his hands clenched in fists, knuckles white from strain. His handsome middle-aged face was scrunched up, the agony etched into it like a sculpture etched in marble. Slowly, he picked up the peices of his heart belonging to his daughter and placed them into a safe, in the hopes that someday those peices could be fixed. His face smoothed over and was like a slate of stone, unreadable and detached. On shaky legs he arose and went over to his daughter, and lightly picking her up,carried her out of the bathroom. 'Pan, why did you do this? How am I suppossed to go on? I loved you. You were my daughter. Why didn't you tell me what the problem was? I swear I could have helped if you had only let me. I love you so much, no matter what happens, I do.' --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
Videl looked up slowly when she heard shuffling footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Just a few minutes ago she had sent Gohan up to go wake up Pan. 'That child sleeps way too much!' she thought humourously, 'And its such a chore just to wake her up. I think Pan could sleep through another arrival of Majin Boo is she felt like it.' However, when the owner of the shuffling steps finally arrived at the doorway of the kitchen, Videl's eyes grew wide. There was Pan, her daughter, in her husband's arms, unmoving. "Gohan! Gohan! What's the matter with Pan? Pan honey, wake up and tell Mommy what's wrong. It'll be ok. I'll make you better, you just have to wake up and tell me what's wrong." Through it all Gohan just stood there, immobile and emotionless, almost totally unaware of his wife's hysterics. He stood there looking like a rock cliff, until an imperceptible tear leaked out of the corner of his distant obsidian eyes. And, with that tear Videl understood. Her worry-crazed mind stopped functioning and she collapsed onto the hard grey tile kitchen floor. With aching sobs she tried to relieve the pain of loosing her little Panny-Chan, but it did not seem to help. And Gohan kept standing through it all, tears now once again flowing down his face in centimeter wide tracks. Their only daughter was gone. Little Panny whom they had loved more than life itself was gone forever. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
Goten had just gotten himself kicked out of his mother's house again. Chi-Chi had told him he was too hyper and to get out of her house before he broke anything. 'Well, its too late for that' Goten thought sourly. 'But at least she doesn't know about her lamp....Yet.' So in typical Goten-style, he decided to go over to Videl's house for breakfast, and maybe a good ole spar with Pan-Chan afterwards. At break- neck speed he flew towards his older brother's house. His annoyingly happy demeanor soon having him doing aerial flips, twists, and turns, and by the time he tried to land on Gohan's doorstep he was too dizzy to stand. Thankfully, his saiyan heritage allowed for a quick recovery and he rushed into the house. Goten headed straight for the kitchen, ready for some breakfast. Because, of course, Videl was almost as good of a cook as Chi- Chi, not like Bulma. 'Poor Trunks' he thought. However, Fate had decreed that today Son Goten would not get to eat breakfast. As he arrived at the doorway of the kitchen, Goten saw the most disturbing sight he had ever seen. None of the horrors of his childhood had prepared him for this. He saw his older brother holding something in his arms in a very stiff manner and at his feet was his wife crying on the floor while holding onto someone's hand, a hand that was not holding back. And from his position behind Gohan he could see a deep cut with white lips and a pinkish center, and all around it was dried blood. Quietly he backed away from the horrifying scene and fled straight home.