Disclaimer: I'm a little teapot, bored and poor. I don't own DBZ, nor does Akira any more.
A/N: Well, it's decided. I'm alive. I survived my ordeal with the needles *shudders at the memory and very thought of the pointy things*, and have had time to come off the Novocain. Which means, one really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update! Woo hoo! Anyways, read, review, and just ignore the whole vote thing I proposed chapters ago, with only 3 standing votes, the polls have closed.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 35
Trunks laid Pan down, gingerly untying her sneakers and setting them on the floor next to her bed. She sighed and rolled over, her hand grasping blindly until it found his. She pulled it with her own under the pillow and sighed again, curling up into her little ball, shivering slightly.
Smiling quietly, Trunks pulled the sheets and quilts over her, then sat on the side of the bed, pushing the hair out of her face.
*She looks so innocent when she's asleep*, he thought to himself, tenderly untwining his fingers from hers under the pillow, careful not to wake her up. She moved her unconscious form up against his back, eager for warmth that her sheets refused to offer just yet.
Trunks succeeded in extracting his hand, then drew his fingers along her jaw. The day had been so perfect-aside from the whole untainted look at her soul...Trunks's fingers stalled near the corner of her mouth. He watched her sleeping face, her innocence. She had to be one of the most innocent people on the planet. Her taking Nimbus out for joyrides in high school was proof enough of that. And he was scum when compared to her.
Her eyelids began to flutter, and he drew his fingers away, tracing the line of her jaw once more as he leaned back against her headboard. She snuggled closer up against him, shivering.
Scum.
Granted his family wasn't the purest in the world, of course, the Son's claimed that title the instant Goku had fallen into that canyon and hit his head. Trunks's family was like something you might see on the "Manson family Christmas special", with Vegeta starring as Charles Manson himself. Trunks gave his family the credit of always being there in a pinch, and for always being there for each other no matter the circumstances, but he just had to say that his mother and father had not been prepared to have a son when they had, and had had no idea of what they were doing when raising him.
Trunks sighed.
Pan was an only child born in wedlock. He was the only bastard born ~out~ of wedlock while his sister was born in it. Even at five years old, Trunks hadn't been able to ride Nimbus-not just because Vegeta wouldn't let him, but because he just didn't have the heart...he was just too evil inside.
Not to mention that he had used Pan; had told her a vicious lie and taken advantage of her reaction. It didn't take much to figure out why Vegeta was under the assumption that she was in heat and wanted in his pants.
Not like Saiyans went into heat or anything.
He sighed again, his fingers pushing Pan's hair away from her eyes as his eyelids dropped dangerously low over his own eyes.
Yawning, he slowly stood up and guided her to the center of the bed.
"Night, Panny," he whispered, moving towards the door.
"Night Trunks," she mumbled sleepily.
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Downstairs, Gohan leaned back against the counter, nursing a cup of coffee, his eyes sleepy behind his glasses. Trunks collapsed in one of the chairs at the table and slumped down, thankfully taking the offered coffee and beginning to nurse it.
"Trunks, I have a question for you."
Trunks pulled off his own glasses, pushing them up onto the top of his head, his eyes barely able to stay open.
"Shoot," he mumbled, taking a small sip of black death.
"Pan hasn't told me anything about what happened-well, she did, but not everything. She's leaving out one very crucial bit of information. But what I want to know about why she and Vegeta squared off like that. I'm not even about to try and get it out of him, and Bulma just gets oddly quiet whenever I try to ask her-the fact that I was completely unable to reach her yesterday is disconcerting, and today, she just kept saying 'That is classified information, I'm sorry, Gohan.'" He looked at the younger man, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open and set the coffee on the table. "Do you know why she and your father had it out like that?"
Trunks nodded, spinning the half full coffee cup with his fingers, trying to move, simply so that he didn't fall asleep.
"Do you mind telling me?"
Trunks yawned, seemingly relaxed, but the question brought a hard and troubled sheen over his eyes. "What'd she tell you? I don't want to inadvertently tell you what she hasn't and get in trouble with her...I'll give you the gist of everything she didn't explain though," he added reluctantly
Gohan nodded, understanding, acutely and fatherly aware of the fact that Trunks was the root of all problems. "Well...she was awake by the time I got her home from the party. Videl was still driving home....I took her up to her room and got her in bed, and she woke up. She was crying-I've never seen her that shattered in all her life...I know she's my little girl and all, but sometimes she's just too strong for her own good on the outside, and she neglects to strengthen what's on the inside..." Gohan trailed off, shaking his head, getting himself back on track.
"Anyways, I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that something had happened between the two of you. She wouldn't tell me what, would just say 'something' and leave it at that. She didn't want to be alone, so I sat with her all night, thinking she might want to talk later, but if she did, I was asleep at the time." He looked back down at Trunks. "Do you know what threw Vegeta over to get him to belittle her like that?"
Trunks didn't reply, just kept his head on the table top, resting peacefully in the crook of his elbow.
"Trunks?"
Gohan pushed himself away from the counter and touched the boy's shoulder. Trunks just moved his head, his glasses clattering to the table top, clinking against the coffee cup. His eyes were closed, his face serene.
*Wouldn't know he's Vegeta's son, to look at him when he's asleep*, Gohan thought, shaking his head and reaching for the phone. *Looks so damn innocent it's scary...probably has something to do with how much time he spent with Goten when they were younger...probably rubbed off on each other over the years*.
Dialing, he yawned, setting Trunks's half-finished coffee in the sink, pouring out the dregs and rinsing out the cup.
Might as well tell Bulma that her son would be sleeping on his kitchen table tonight.
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A/N: So, am I torturing you guys enough? Or are you finally starting to put it all together? Well, review before you head off to the next chapter, k?
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers
A/N: Well, it's decided. I'm alive. I survived my ordeal with the needles *shudders at the memory and very thought of the pointy things*, and have had time to come off the Novocain. Which means, one really big, super-duper, extra special, and squeegie-rific update! Woo hoo! Anyways, read, review, and just ignore the whole vote thing I proposed chapters ago, with only 3 standing votes, the polls have closed.
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Petrified Tears
chapter 35
Trunks laid Pan down, gingerly untying her sneakers and setting them on the floor next to her bed. She sighed and rolled over, her hand grasping blindly until it found his. She pulled it with her own under the pillow and sighed again, curling up into her little ball, shivering slightly.
Smiling quietly, Trunks pulled the sheets and quilts over her, then sat on the side of the bed, pushing the hair out of her face.
*She looks so innocent when she's asleep*, he thought to himself, tenderly untwining his fingers from hers under the pillow, careful not to wake her up. She moved her unconscious form up against his back, eager for warmth that her sheets refused to offer just yet.
Trunks succeeded in extracting his hand, then drew his fingers along her jaw. The day had been so perfect-aside from the whole untainted look at her soul...Trunks's fingers stalled near the corner of her mouth. He watched her sleeping face, her innocence. She had to be one of the most innocent people on the planet. Her taking Nimbus out for joyrides in high school was proof enough of that. And he was scum when compared to her.
Her eyelids began to flutter, and he drew his fingers away, tracing the line of her jaw once more as he leaned back against her headboard. She snuggled closer up against him, shivering.
Scum.
Granted his family wasn't the purest in the world, of course, the Son's claimed that title the instant Goku had fallen into that canyon and hit his head. Trunks's family was like something you might see on the "Manson family Christmas special", with Vegeta starring as Charles Manson himself. Trunks gave his family the credit of always being there in a pinch, and for always being there for each other no matter the circumstances, but he just had to say that his mother and father had not been prepared to have a son when they had, and had had no idea of what they were doing when raising him.
Trunks sighed.
Pan was an only child born in wedlock. He was the only bastard born ~out~ of wedlock while his sister was born in it. Even at five years old, Trunks hadn't been able to ride Nimbus-not just because Vegeta wouldn't let him, but because he just didn't have the heart...he was just too evil inside.
Not to mention that he had used Pan; had told her a vicious lie and taken advantage of her reaction. It didn't take much to figure out why Vegeta was under the assumption that she was in heat and wanted in his pants.
Not like Saiyans went into heat or anything.
He sighed again, his fingers pushing Pan's hair away from her eyes as his eyelids dropped dangerously low over his own eyes.
Yawning, he slowly stood up and guided her to the center of the bed.
"Night, Panny," he whispered, moving towards the door.
"Night Trunks," she mumbled sleepily.
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Downstairs, Gohan leaned back against the counter, nursing a cup of coffee, his eyes sleepy behind his glasses. Trunks collapsed in one of the chairs at the table and slumped down, thankfully taking the offered coffee and beginning to nurse it.
"Trunks, I have a question for you."
Trunks pulled off his own glasses, pushing them up onto the top of his head, his eyes barely able to stay open.
"Shoot," he mumbled, taking a small sip of black death.
"Pan hasn't told me anything about what happened-well, she did, but not everything. She's leaving out one very crucial bit of information. But what I want to know about why she and Vegeta squared off like that. I'm not even about to try and get it out of him, and Bulma just gets oddly quiet whenever I try to ask her-the fact that I was completely unable to reach her yesterday is disconcerting, and today, she just kept saying 'That is classified information, I'm sorry, Gohan.'" He looked at the younger man, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open and set the coffee on the table. "Do you know why she and your father had it out like that?"
Trunks nodded, spinning the half full coffee cup with his fingers, trying to move, simply so that he didn't fall asleep.
"Do you mind telling me?"
Trunks yawned, seemingly relaxed, but the question brought a hard and troubled sheen over his eyes. "What'd she tell you? I don't want to inadvertently tell you what she hasn't and get in trouble with her...I'll give you the gist of everything she didn't explain though," he added reluctantly
Gohan nodded, understanding, acutely and fatherly aware of the fact that Trunks was the root of all problems. "Well...she was awake by the time I got her home from the party. Videl was still driving home....I took her up to her room and got her in bed, and she woke up. She was crying-I've never seen her that shattered in all her life...I know she's my little girl and all, but sometimes she's just too strong for her own good on the outside, and she neglects to strengthen what's on the inside..." Gohan trailed off, shaking his head, getting himself back on track.
"Anyways, I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that something had happened between the two of you. She wouldn't tell me what, would just say 'something' and leave it at that. She didn't want to be alone, so I sat with her all night, thinking she might want to talk later, but if she did, I was asleep at the time." He looked back down at Trunks. "Do you know what threw Vegeta over to get him to belittle her like that?"
Trunks didn't reply, just kept his head on the table top, resting peacefully in the crook of his elbow.
"Trunks?"
Gohan pushed himself away from the counter and touched the boy's shoulder. Trunks just moved his head, his glasses clattering to the table top, clinking against the coffee cup. His eyes were closed, his face serene.
*Wouldn't know he's Vegeta's son, to look at him when he's asleep*, Gohan thought, shaking his head and reaching for the phone. *Looks so damn innocent it's scary...probably has something to do with how much time he spent with Goten when they were younger...probably rubbed off on each other over the years*.
Dialing, he yawned, setting Trunks's half-finished coffee in the sink, pouring out the dregs and rinsing out the cup.
Might as well tell Bulma that her son would be sleeping on his kitchen table tonight.
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A/N: So, am I torturing you guys enough? Or are you finally starting to put it all together? Well, review before you head off to the next chapter, k?
-Panabelle ;P
www.angelfire.com/dbz/storytellers