A/N: Hey everyone. All I have to say is that AP US History is hell. I hate
having mock AP exams every other week. They're hard! Never take this
course. I warn you.
Well, Smiley-Bob is telling me to continue so I feel I must. (Smiley-
Bob is a stress ball with a smiley face on it. My ex and I named him back
in sixth grade. LOL. And to think me and him are still on and off even
thought we are Juniors in high school. *goes off into memory lane.....* Ok
I'm back now.) On with the show...
~Kitsune~
I be 'fox'xy! LOL :)
Disclaimer: hmm.. I could say that I own DBZ, but then I would be lying..Then I would get sued.. And I have no money (still!).. Shit. I better just come out and say that I don't own DBZ..But!!!, heres the climax (LOL) I own my nice black lacey thong. :D (smile, its a joke) --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Chapter 3: Chocolate is an Aphrodisiac
As soon as he could, Goten ran back in to his house. His normally tan face looked as if someone had coated it in three layers of abalaster house paint. "Son Goten! I told you not to come back into this house until lunch- time! And don't you think that you won't get punished for breaking my lamp! I should...." And with that her tirade was brought to a screeching halt. Her poor boy was on his knees bawling his eyes out, looking more like a lost child than the 31 year old man that he was. It was frightening. Immediately Chi- Chi sat on the floor next to her "little boy" abd cradled his head in her lap. "What's wrong honey?' "Mooommmmmy...(A/N O.o)... Panny..." Goten tried to speak, but he couldn't seem to get past the conversation constricting lump in his throat. That lump was threatening to suffocate him. All he needed to do was find a way to get past it and tell his mommy what was wrong. Mommy would make it all better...right? "Panny... she's gone!" And with that he clutched Chi- Chi to him, crying even louder. "Goten, sweetie, what do you mean Panny is gone? Did she run away? Is it that she just wasn't home? Come on Pumpkin, tell Mommy what you mean." "S-s-s-she--'s DEAD!" --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
After a few phone calls to Bulma and 18, Chi-Chi and Goten found themselves in Gohan's kitchen. It was as if, in the thirty minutes that had passed since Goten's first arrival, the two had made only miniscule movements. Only a few minues passed before the entire gang had arrived, solemn faces greeting solemn faces. Throughout this entire time Gohan and Videl were oblivious to their presences. They were numb and dead to the world around them, almost as if Pan's death had taken their lives with it to the Other World. Slowly and reluctantly Chi-Chi and Bulma approached the trio. The lumped, bloody mess that was Pan's hair was the first thing they saw, then her ashen face, and lastly her entire stiff body encased in rock arms. It was terrifying. Chi-Chi ineffectually tried to tug Videl to her feet while Bulma waved her hands in Gohan's face. In the end it took Vegeta to snap the two out of their comatose reveries. "Kakarot's spawn, eat some god-damned chocolate so you and harpy #2 can at least move." "Vegeta! How the hell can you be so rude? Their only daughter is dead!" Bulma screamed at him. "Onna, I am not an imbecile like Kakarot. I can see perfectly well what has happened." "Then why are you being so base as to suggest they eat chocolate oh Mighty Saiyan Prince? hmmmm??" "Woman, with your brains I thought you would know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac. Chocolate, therefore, raises endorphanes making one happy. Why the fuck do you think women eat it after crying their eyes out?" "......oh......." and Bulma blinked slowly three times. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= And the Shadow fell upon the land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of she who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= With one simple bolt removed, all the Gates of Heaven can tumble down and crush the beauty that is perfection and so it is with the death of another. Even so small a thing as a bolt or a life thought to be unimportant can topple what appears to be the solidest structure in existance. And so the Shadow fell upon the land and the World that was the close- knit family of the Sons and Briefs was riven stone from stone. Each member was scattered to the eight corners of the World while the seas boiled over from unshed tears. The moon was as blood, and the sun as ashes and all but memory lost; the memory of Pan, she who brought the sundering of the World and who pulled the Shadow over the Sun of Life. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Chi-Chi just sat there in her livingroom, her broken lamp forgotten. No tears could be seen falling down her gracefully aged and composed face. She sat there properly, back one inch from the backing of the couch, hands folded in her lap with knees and feet tucked together and her shoulders and spine perfectly straight. If it was not for the lost look on her face one would think she was being interviewed by Mrs. Manners herself. But, no matter how serene her face looked, behind that curtain her mind was careening past memories of her granddaughter, her only grandchild. The look on her parent's faces as they introduced Pan to the world, her first brithday, her many romps at her grandmother's house early on misty Sunday mornings and so many other poignant memories passed by her mind's eye. And so, in response to the often seem but unwelcome visitor, Death, Chi-Chi simply opened the back door and fled to Memory Lane to escape the day's pain, and, eventually, to find acceptance --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=. At Kame House, Krillin ad his family along with Master Roshi, Turtle and Oolong sat in the livingroom reminiscing. For what better way to honor the dead than to remember their life and those that it touched? Many tears were shed and many boxes of tissues passed around, but more importantly many laughs and smiles were shared helping with the grief and the final understanding of death. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Bulma was to be found in the strong, comforting arms of her husband, Vegeta. Tears were pouring down her face, soaking into his navy blue apndex suit and turning it into a color akin to black. If it would have been possible to see her eyes, they would have shone a a cloudy cyan instead of the normally clear aqua they should have been. Sobs could be heard and small shaking tremors constantly passed through her petite body. Curcease was found for her in the arms of a loved one who could slowly rub away all the pain with gently strong hands. And her tears allowed for the torment to find an outlet therefore troubling her less than if locked inside to fester and boil. And the person to whom those arms holding Bulma found his own comfort from the pain. Just the knowledge that someone was near who understood without words his agony was enough. The added bonus of having to be strong for another also provided a Providence-sent mean of release. For, it does not matterhow seemingly immune one is to death , how many times one has seen it, experianced it, or caused it. Death will always be a rose covered in an infinite number of thorns. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Goten and Bra found another type of relief by simply sitting together in the same room without talking, playing an innocent board game. Sometimes the everyday mundane items help to put into perspective the event that has passed. And so, in playing 'Life' silently, they came to terms with the death of Pan, neice and bestfriend. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Trunks however, found no surcease, no relief from the constant torment to his heart. All emotions were taken and locked into a safe deep within him and then the torturous transactions of the past twenty-four hours were purposefully and forcefully forgotten from concious memory. He placed the death of his bestfriend's neice and his own personal friend and advisor behind an unpenetrable wall where only snippets of the horror could escape during the night to haunt his dreams. Only during the darkest of times would an unknown picture of raven silk glued together by bonds of dried blood slip into his mind. Or an image of a deep red oozing cut framed by perfect skin would flash before his eyes. Denial, in the end, hurts more than the red hot rod of truth. And so, day by day, Trunks Vegeta Briefs went on as though nothing happened and the only thing to deny this was his sleep which soon became fraught with terrifying nightmares. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= He lay there, his wife tucked securly in his arms, but nothing seemed to make either feel safe. Movement did not exist for them, only a perpetual stillness. The word petrified descirbed them aptly as they lay in the darkened livingroom; both in their own worlds. Inside, they were shattered and unable to pick themselves up out of their immobile states. The death of Pan had effected the two the most and their reaction was the worst. They simply gave up. They were not angry, they did not deny the death of their daughter, nor did they try to find acceptance. Eyes that had once been filled with life, joy and kindness now shone a matte black reflecting the life around them but not partaking in it. Their daughter had been their life and with her death they died too. But each had too much spirit to simply waste away. They forced themselves to pick up the tattered peices and move on, and try to ignore the pain, but never forget. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= And so every person close to Son Pan eventually overcame her death and life continued. All save one, for who even denial could not keep the pain from his soul.
Disclaimer: hmm.. I could say that I own DBZ, but then I would be lying..Then I would get sued.. And I have no money (still!).. Shit. I better just come out and say that I don't own DBZ..But!!!, heres the climax (LOL) I own my nice black lacey thong. :D (smile, its a joke) --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Chapter 3: Chocolate is an Aphrodisiac
As soon as he could, Goten ran back in to his house. His normally tan face looked as if someone had coated it in three layers of abalaster house paint. "Son Goten! I told you not to come back into this house until lunch- time! And don't you think that you won't get punished for breaking my lamp! I should...." And with that her tirade was brought to a screeching halt. Her poor boy was on his knees bawling his eyes out, looking more like a lost child than the 31 year old man that he was. It was frightening. Immediately Chi- Chi sat on the floor next to her "little boy" abd cradled his head in her lap. "What's wrong honey?' "Mooommmmmy...(A/N O.o)... Panny..." Goten tried to speak, but he couldn't seem to get past the conversation constricting lump in his throat. That lump was threatening to suffocate him. All he needed to do was find a way to get past it and tell his mommy what was wrong. Mommy would make it all better...right? "Panny... she's gone!" And with that he clutched Chi- Chi to him, crying even louder. "Goten, sweetie, what do you mean Panny is gone? Did she run away? Is it that she just wasn't home? Come on Pumpkin, tell Mommy what you mean." "S-s-s-she--'s DEAD!" --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=
After a few phone calls to Bulma and 18, Chi-Chi and Goten found themselves in Gohan's kitchen. It was as if, in the thirty minutes that had passed since Goten's first arrival, the two had made only miniscule movements. Only a few minues passed before the entire gang had arrived, solemn faces greeting solemn faces. Throughout this entire time Gohan and Videl were oblivious to their presences. They were numb and dead to the world around them, almost as if Pan's death had taken their lives with it to the Other World. Slowly and reluctantly Chi-Chi and Bulma approached the trio. The lumped, bloody mess that was Pan's hair was the first thing they saw, then her ashen face, and lastly her entire stiff body encased in rock arms. It was terrifying. Chi-Chi ineffectually tried to tug Videl to her feet while Bulma waved her hands in Gohan's face. In the end it took Vegeta to snap the two out of their comatose reveries. "Kakarot's spawn, eat some god-damned chocolate so you and harpy #2 can at least move." "Vegeta! How the hell can you be so rude? Their only daughter is dead!" Bulma screamed at him. "Onna, I am not an imbecile like Kakarot. I can see perfectly well what has happened." "Then why are you being so base as to suggest they eat chocolate oh Mighty Saiyan Prince? hmmmm??" "Woman, with your brains I thought you would know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac. Chocolate, therefore, raises endorphanes making one happy. Why the fuck do you think women eat it after crying their eyes out?" "......oh......." and Bulma blinked slowly three times. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= And the Shadow fell upon the land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of she who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= With one simple bolt removed, all the Gates of Heaven can tumble down and crush the beauty that is perfection and so it is with the death of another. Even so small a thing as a bolt or a life thought to be unimportant can topple what appears to be the solidest structure in existance. And so the Shadow fell upon the land and the World that was the close- knit family of the Sons and Briefs was riven stone from stone. Each member was scattered to the eight corners of the World while the seas boiled over from unshed tears. The moon was as blood, and the sun as ashes and all but memory lost; the memory of Pan, she who brought the sundering of the World and who pulled the Shadow over the Sun of Life. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Chi-Chi just sat there in her livingroom, her broken lamp forgotten. No tears could be seen falling down her gracefully aged and composed face. She sat there properly, back one inch from the backing of the couch, hands folded in her lap with knees and feet tucked together and her shoulders and spine perfectly straight. If it was not for the lost look on her face one would think she was being interviewed by Mrs. Manners herself. But, no matter how serene her face looked, behind that curtain her mind was careening past memories of her granddaughter, her only grandchild. The look on her parent's faces as they introduced Pan to the world, her first brithday, her many romps at her grandmother's house early on misty Sunday mornings and so many other poignant memories passed by her mind's eye. And so, in response to the often seem but unwelcome visitor, Death, Chi-Chi simply opened the back door and fled to Memory Lane to escape the day's pain, and, eventually, to find acceptance --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--=. At Kame House, Krillin ad his family along with Master Roshi, Turtle and Oolong sat in the livingroom reminiscing. For what better way to honor the dead than to remember their life and those that it touched? Many tears were shed and many boxes of tissues passed around, but more importantly many laughs and smiles were shared helping with the grief and the final understanding of death. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Bulma was to be found in the strong, comforting arms of her husband, Vegeta. Tears were pouring down her face, soaking into his navy blue apndex suit and turning it into a color akin to black. If it would have been possible to see her eyes, they would have shone a a cloudy cyan instead of the normally clear aqua they should have been. Sobs could be heard and small shaking tremors constantly passed through her petite body. Curcease was found for her in the arms of a loved one who could slowly rub away all the pain with gently strong hands. And her tears allowed for the torment to find an outlet therefore troubling her less than if locked inside to fester and boil. And the person to whom those arms holding Bulma found his own comfort from the pain. Just the knowledge that someone was near who understood without words his agony was enough. The added bonus of having to be strong for another also provided a Providence-sent mean of release. For, it does not matterhow seemingly immune one is to death , how many times one has seen it, experianced it, or caused it. Death will always be a rose covered in an infinite number of thorns. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Goten and Bra found another type of relief by simply sitting together in the same room without talking, playing an innocent board game. Sometimes the everyday mundane items help to put into perspective the event that has passed. And so, in playing 'Life' silently, they came to terms with the death of Pan, neice and bestfriend. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= Trunks however, found no surcease, no relief from the constant torment to his heart. All emotions were taken and locked into a safe deep within him and then the torturous transactions of the past twenty-four hours were purposefully and forcefully forgotten from concious memory. He placed the death of his bestfriend's neice and his own personal friend and advisor behind an unpenetrable wall where only snippets of the horror could escape during the night to haunt his dreams. Only during the darkest of times would an unknown picture of raven silk glued together by bonds of dried blood slip into his mind. Or an image of a deep red oozing cut framed by perfect skin would flash before his eyes. Denial, in the end, hurts more than the red hot rod of truth. And so, day by day, Trunks Vegeta Briefs went on as though nothing happened and the only thing to deny this was his sleep which soon became fraught with terrifying nightmares. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= He lay there, his wife tucked securly in his arms, but nothing seemed to make either feel safe. Movement did not exist for them, only a perpetual stillness. The word petrified descirbed them aptly as they lay in the darkened livingroom; both in their own worlds. Inside, they were shattered and unable to pick themselves up out of their immobile states. The death of Pan had effected the two the most and their reaction was the worst. They simply gave up. They were not angry, they did not deny the death of their daughter, nor did they try to find acceptance. Eyes that had once been filled with life, joy and kindness now shone a matte black reflecting the life around them but not partaking in it. Their daughter had been their life and with her death they died too. But each had too much spirit to simply waste away. They forced themselves to pick up the tattered peices and move on, and try to ignore the pain, but never forget. --=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- -=--= And so every person close to Son Pan eventually overcame her death and life continued. All save one, for who even denial could not keep the pain from his soul.