Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of this. I cry into my pillow every night.
Okay, so here's the second chapter. You're probably like, 'she sucks, why does she keep on trying?' Well, that's too bad 'cause I've already written half this story and you're going to read it. Well, maybe not, but I wrote it anyway. Give me a break.
Oil, Water, and Magnolias
Pan rolled over in bed and tried to ignore the phone that wouldn't stop ringing in her ears. She groaned and stuck her hand out feeling for the phone. When she felt it she wrapped her hand around it and picked it up. She turned it on but instead of putting it to her ear she just turned it back off. "That will teach Bra." She mumbled and laid her head back down. A few seconds later the phone rang again.
"Pan!" She heard her mother yell. "Pick that phone up this instant! I know it's for you." Pan frowned and reluctantly clicked the phone on. She knew it was for her too, but she didn't want it to be. She didn't want to talk to Bra, she knew where it would lead.
"Hello." She answered as rudely as possible. She heard the person on the other end scoff at her and she could almost see Bra rolling her eyes.
"Aren't we rude this morning? First you hang up on me and then you're mean when you pick up the phone for real. What's up, Pan?" Bra tried to pry into Pan's head.
"I was sleeping." Pan exaggerated the 'sleeping' part as if she were highly annoyed.
"What? You're never asleep this late. I think you're trying to avoid me. Did I do something wrong at the party cause I haven't seen you since that night?"
"You say it as though the party was a year ago. Dende, it was only the other day. So what if I haven't seen you since the day before yesterday, we're not joined at the hip. We don't have to see one another every day."
"I don't know what got you in this pissy mood, bitch, but you'd better not snap at me again." Bra chastised her friend. Pan pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it for a second as if checking to see if it were real. She was looking like Bra was standing in that room and could read her expression.
"I don't believe you just said that to me." Pan finally spoke after pulling the phone back to her.
"Well take a number cause you were pretty nasty to me, young lady." Pan laughed.
"What did you call for Bra?" She didn't need to ask, she knew why Bra had called. She was already getting out of bed and thinking about what clothes she would wear.
"I want you to come over here, silly. And bring a bag cause I'm having a sleepover. We're having a movie night."
"We're? As in me, you, and Moron?" Bra laughed.
"Marron, and you, and Goten. Yes. And that means you'll be here all night."
"Wait, why is Goten coming?" Pan stopped, her hand seemingly frozen in time as she was reaching for her purple sweater.
"Trunks is here. Or did you forget? And the parents are going to be out all night and there was no way 18 was letting Marron stay over all night with Trunks here without a chaperone. She knows that if Goten's there nothing too bad will happen."
"What do you mean 'Marron stay over all night with Trunks?" Pan frowned at her friends statement. "And, no I hadn't forgotten Trunks would be there." -How could I forget, I'm in love with him?-
"You know Marron is crazy about Trunks." Bra said it as if it were yesterday's news.
"No, I didn't know that. How could I when Marron's crazy about everyone?"
"Oh, she's just a little flighty sometimes. Now, Pan, I want you to be nice to Marron tonight. And Trunks, he seems to think you hate him."
"I don't give a damn about Trunks, good or bad. So what makes him think I hate him?" Pan had to bite her lip as she reached out for the sweater, she knew she was lying through her teeth.
"Maybe it's that attitude right there that has got him thinking that way. You know, you used to adore the ground he walks on," Pan cut her off with a groan.
"The operative word there is used to. And I was little then, he was way stronger than I was."
"Suure, that's all it was." Bra laughed. "Anyway, my point is, with him coming back and finding you so…distant…well it kind of threw him off. You went from one extreme to another, you know. And so that's probably why he thinks you hate him."
"Okay, whatever Dr. Phil. I'll be 'nice' to Marron and Trunks." She spoke the words flatly and it was obvious that she didn't mean them.
"Not with that attitude. I phrased it wrong, be nice to Marron and be extra nice to Trunks. I have to live with him, and you know you really hurt his feelings with the way you were treating him."
"Trunks doesn't have feelings, Bra." Pan joked. "But I'll try my best. I'll play nicely. You just keep Marron away from me as much as possible."
"Hah. You'll be lucky if you see Marron or Trunks tonight. She's very excited to see him." Pan got a little queasy at Bra's confession, turning her face up into a wince. "And I want you over here in two hours tops." Bra commanded. "Marron and Goten are coming around five, but it's twelve already so if you want to have time without her then start getting ready."
"Then stop babbling so much and let me get showered and dressed. And I have to eat." Bra groaned knowing Pan's appetite and said good-bye.
An hour and a half later Pan was ready and about to head out the door.
"Mom, dad, I'm going to Bra's. I won't be home tonight, it's a movie night." She headed for the door and then paused. "Oh, yeah. Trunks and Goten are going to be there as well. And Bulma and Vegita won't be home if you try and call."
"Hold it young lady." Gohan called to her. She wrinkled her face hoping he wasn't going to say something about her being over there with Trunks without a chaperone.
"Yeah, dad?"
"Put a hat on your head, I won't have you being sick. It is December out there, you know." Pan laughed and walked over to the closet. She grabbed a purple and black beanie to go with her form fitting purple sweater and black hip huggers. She pulled it over her shoulder length hair.
"Happy?" She smiled as she walked out the door. She took flight in the air and was there before she knew it.
By the time she walked up to the door Bra was already standing there looking out at her. Pan tilted her head to the side as if it ask if Bra was going to open the door. Bra laughed and placed her hand on the knob but didn't turn the lock. Pan gave her puppy dog eyes and started to bounce up and down, rubbing her arms, to signify that it was cold. Finally Bra unlocked the door and twisted the knob. Pan pushed the door open, both of them laughing the whole time.
"That wasn't funny, Bra." Pan scolded her. "It's cold out there."
"Then why are you laughing?" Bra teased in between giggles. Pan tried to wipe the smile off her face but as she did Bra laughed more and that made Pan start all over again. Pan shoved her and Bra hit the door. "Hey, stop being so violent."
"I can't help it. My father is the strongest man alive." Pan teased.
"Please, we both know my father could take him."
"Yeah right, that's the lie 'Prince' Vegita told you so you'd do your homework."
"Whatever, say it to his face." Bra challenged.
"I can't…they're not here right now."
"Yeah they are. They're not leaving for another twenty minutes. He's upstairs right now."
"Well…um, if he's upstairs with Bulma then it's not safe for anyone to go in there. You know how they get. Just like rabbits."
"Hey! That's gross." Bra shivered and walked up the stairs. "Anyway, you're just trying to get my mind off of you telling Vegita that Gohan is stronger than him. Maybe your grandpa was but he's…" Her sentence trailed off, she didn't want to say he wasn't there anymore. "But it doesn't matter, you'd have been too chicken to say it to him. Just come on to my room." Bra stopped walking on the stairs, looked down at Pan and saw she wasn't coming, and then started walking back down the stairs. She grabbed Pan's arm and yanked her until Pan complied to walk.
"Don't get grumpy now, you started this conversation." Bra warned.
"I am not grumpy. I just wanted to go to the kitchen."
"No! You just ate at home, I know you did." Pan rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the remainder of the stairs and into her room.
Bra was lying on her bed, on her stomach, talking to Pan. Pan was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and both of them were laughing about something. That's the way it was when Marron walked into the room, her blonde hair up into a ponytail, a red sweater on that didn't even cover all of the stomach. It was tight as well. And dark blue corduroys to top it off. Pan frowned when she heard the door being opened and Marron saying hello. Bra tapped her on the head and she remembered her promise to be nice.
"How are you Marron?" Pan asked, sugarcoating her statement. Anyone else would have known she was not being sincere, but Marron was oblivious to the fact. Either that or she didn't care what Pan thought of her.
"I'm fine, Pan." She smiled sweetly and took a seat next to Pan on the floor underneath Bra's head. "What have you girls been up to?"
"Aren't you early, Marron?" Pan asked, annoyed, looking down at her watch. It was only four thirty.
"Well, yes. But I was bored at home and I didn't know you'd be here early as well." Marron tried to make the statement sound sweet but Pan could read right through her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Pan prodded, more than a little upset. Marron was about to open her mouth and answer when Bra cut her off.
"We've just been talking Marron. About fashion and fighting. You know."
"Right, fighting. Cause that's so interesting." Marron shook her head, her voice was dripped with sarcasm. Pan glared at her and Marron realized that she'd insulted her, again. "I'm sorry, Pan. I didn't mean that the way it sounded…I'm just not interested in fighting. You know I'm a real girly-girl." She smiled sheepishly.
"Whatever." Pan stood up and let out a breath of air. "It's okay." She spoke again, remembering what she'd told Bra she would do. "Anyway, I think I'm going to go downstairs and get something to eat. It's been three hours since I've had food." Pan patted her stomach and headed for the door. Right before she closed it she heard Marron say,
"Where's Trunks?" Pan shut the door a little rough, making the sound reverberate through the house. She knew Marron and Bra had jumped. The thought of that airhead being afraid made her laugh, she wished she could have a few minutes alone with her and show her why fighting wasn't 'boring'. And just knowing that she was so enamored with Trunks made it painfully clear why he had found time to talk to her instead of even thinking of Pan.
"I hate that stupid blonde." Pan spat as she ran down the stairs.
"Marron's here?" She heard a voice call from the living room. It was Trunks. She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, your little girlfriend is here." She informed him. "She's in Bra's room, asking where you are, if you want to say hi to her." Trunks jumped out of the seat, nearly dropping his sandwich.
"Do me a favor, will you?"
"If you're going to ask me to rip her blonde strands out, any day." Trunks laughed.
"Nothing that severe. Just, don't tell her where I am."
"Don't put me in the middle of your love triangle." Pan turned her head and began to head for her original destination, the kitchen.
"I don't like Marron. And it takes three to have a 'love triangle'." He pointed out, finishing his sandwich.
"Whatever, smart ass. Just leave me out of it. If you want to avoid her, do it yourself. Got it?"
"Could you hate me anymore?" Trunks frowned. She knew it was a rhetorical question but she took it upon herself to answer anyway,
"Keep pushing your luck, you'll find out." She walked into the kitchen and heard someone's footsteps on the stairs. If Trunks didn't want to see Marron why was he going up there? Just then Trunks ran into the kitchen.
"Oh crap, it's her. Please, don't tell her where I am!" He pleaded. Pan looked at his frantic face and laughed. He was about to run out of the room when, only Dende knows why, she ran over and grabbed him, holding him hostage.
"You're not getting away that easy, Trunks-kun." She laughed as he tried to struggle.
"No, don't do it Pan-chan. Don't feed me to the sharks!" He was supposed to be yelling but his voice was a hoarse whisper because he didn't want whoever was coming to hear his struggles. "If you let me go," He spoke as if he were the devil trying to win a soul. "I'll give you a kiss." She laughed and used one of her hands to tickle his side.
"No way. That may have worked years ago, but I'm not twelve anymore buddy." He tried to stop the laughter as she tickled him but he couldn't control it. Now, whoever it was had heard him for sure. If it were Marron she would be coming right for him.
"Look what you've done Pan-chan. You ratted me out for sure." He said between spurts of laughter.
"Just call this payback." She smiled deviously.
"So, we're even?" He asked as Bra and Marron came into the kitchen. Pan smiled at the sight of Marron's upset face. She was obviously not liking the way Pan was holding Trunks.
"Almost." Pan giggled and let him go. "I was making sure your boyfriend didn't miss this opportunity to see you Marron." Pan informed her, pushing Trunks forward a bit. "That's all." Marron's face lit up.
"He told you I was his girlfriend?" She chirped.
"Pan-chan!" Trunks frowned, looking back at her.
"One condition. Promise me that you will never, ever call me that again."
"But, I love calling you that. It's cute, it suits you." Marron's eyes flashed anger.
-Is Trunks flirting with her? Are they teasing me or did he really say I was his girlfriend?- Pan nearly blushed but fought back the urge.
"I mean, never again Trunks."
"All right, all right. Never again after this one last time, Pan-chan." He smiled at her anger.
"Now, we're even." Then she turned to Marron. "No, he didn't say you were his girlfriend."
"But he implied it?"
"Pan!" Trunks warned her.
"My lips are sealed, Marron." Then she whispered, even though Trunks was standing right in front of her, "He's kinda embarrassed about it. But I think you should go for it."
"That's it Pan-chan, you're dead!"
"Hey, you said you weren't going to call me that, you heard me tell her you didn't say it."
"Yeah, but with my Saiyan hearing, that's not all I heard. Your whispering was in vain!" He turned around but she jumped over him and started to run, laughing the entire time. He ran after her as she flew up the stairs. Her hand was on the doorknob to Bra's room before he grabbed her. She was giggling when he pushed her on the ground, tickling her furiously.
"Fast. But not fast enough." He stooped down so that he was kneeling with both knees on either side of her body. She was trapped under him and laughing hysterically.
"Trunks…st-…no, stop…sto-…it!" She couldn't gain her breath back. He paused from his tickling actions and looked at her with fire in his eyes.
"Beg me." He commanded in an almost playful manner, almost. She looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Saiyans don't beg." Her eyes were watery, she was breathing hard, and to be perfectly honest it was kind of turning him on, but she wouldn't give in.
"That's too bad." He continued the tickling. Marron and Bra were coming up the stairs and he could see Pan look in their direction. "They can't save you from my wrath." He warned her and stopped the tickling again. "Ready to beg yet?" He questioned but she only shook her head.
"Never." She reached her hand up in an attempt to push him away but it failed. He used one of his hands to grabbed her arms and shoved them down on the floor. He put the other hand to work again. She was crying by the time Bra and Marron came around to them.
"Please stop!" She begged while shaking. Trunks smiled with satisfaction.
"I thought you said Saiyans didn't beg. But it's okay, you only shamed 1/4 of your heritage." Pan frowned as she heard smothered laughter from Marron and Bra.
"Shut-up. And get off me!" She pushed him off as the doorbell rang.
"That has to be Goten." Bra informed as she looked at Trunks, expecting him to get the door. Trunks gave Pan a look before he headed down the stairs. No one else had seen it, he'd had to turn his back to them in order to face her, and it sent shivers through her body. It wasn't threatening, just very sexy. A kind of 'I'm not through with you' look. Thinking of Trunks being seductive and towards her, all in the same thought, she had to bite her lip to keep the laughter from overflowing. She'd misread him, she had to have gotten it wrong. No, he was simply plotting revenge. Marron gave her an eye and headed down the stairs after Trunks. Pan got to her feet and Bra gave her a thumbs up.
"What?" Pan asked.
"Well, you're doing good on one half of the bargain. At least you could try to get along with Marron."
"I didn't do anything to her. I was trying."
"Oh please. What was that about?" Bra asked, motioning to the floor where she and Trunks had just been. "You making fun of her and dragging poor Trunks into it."
"Poor Trunks wasn't dragged into anything. I was trying to be nice so don't fuss with me." Pan walked down half the stairs. "And anyway, you had nothing to say when your brother tortured me on the floor. Now you're all talkative. Where was help when I needed it?" Bra laughed at her and followed her down the stairs. She knew she could never completely convince Pan to be nice to Marron. It just simply wasn't going to happen. Oil and water would never mix.
"So what movies are we watching?" Goten asked as Pan and Bra made it down the stairs. Everyone looked to them for the answer. Pan and Bra looked at each other.
"Bra, I don't know. You called me, remember. I'm just here for the ride."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, I figured at around six the girls would have their two hours worth of movie and watch Steel Magnolias...well, maybe not you Pan. And then you guys...and Pan could have your two hours next and watch a Bruce Lee flick. Then around ten we'd start the horrors and not end 'em until everyone was asleep. How's that sound?"
"Steel Magnolias is the dumbest movie on this planet." Pan spoke in disgust. "Couldn't we watch something else? Anything else?"
"We could watch She's All That!" Marron chimed in. Pan didn't think it was such a bad idea but since Marron had suggested it she wouldn't let her know so. She groaned loudly. "Well, it's no secret that you should have been a boy, Pan. You don't have to watch a romantic movie. You probably still think boys are gross." Pan's nostrils were flaring.
"Just because I don't think the idea of taking a girl who's perfectly fine and confident with herself and having her change so that some boy will notice she's of the opposite sex than him and want to screw her, is a good movie doesn't mean I don't like romance movies. I'd rather watch A Walk to Remember. She never has to change herself for him." Marron gave Pan a surprised look and shrugged her shoulders.
"I never even knew you'd seen such a great movie." She tried to apologize.
"And Pan doesn't think boys are gross, she's had boyfriends before." Bra tried to defend her best friend.
"You mean like Johnny Hascule who used her to get to you? Or Farel Thompson who only dated her because of a bet?"
"Or Trunks." Bra threw at the girl who'd meant to hurt Pan's feelings.
"What?" Everyone else in the room said in unison.
"For a week, when he was twelve. And he carried her books everyday of that time. You remember, Trunks?" She looked over at him. His face was completely red.
"She was my best friend...that's all..." He looked away and started to back his body out of the area. Pan had relaxed her hands, hands which she'd made into a fist earlier when Marron had insulted her. She had intended to slug her but Bra had taken care of that job well enough. Even though she knew Bra was exaggerating in her defense, it didn't matter, just as long as Marron got what was coming to her.
"Trunksie was young then..." Marron said, at a loss for words. "He didn't know any better." Pan had stepped closer to her, clenching her fists again. Trunks pulled her back, and wrapped his arms across her shoulders. He whispered something in her ear and Pan laughed, relaxing her fists. Marron huffed and tried to ignore them.
"I think 'A Walk to Remember' is a good choice for movie." Marron offered. It was her way of saying Pan had won this argument.
"It's settled then." Bra smiled running back up the stairs. "I'll just go get it."
A/N: So, what'd you think? Like, hate? Didn't care either way? Tell me, I'm interested. Fill me in. Review!