Disclaimer: I'm broke, get over it already. I don't own Dragonball Z/GT
A/N: Okay, I would have updated yesterday. But my friend gave me a Harry Potter book to read, and that's what I was doing. I didn't like Harry Potter and she's been wearing me down for a year to read the thing, now I'm in love with it. (long story, don't ask) Anywho, I was busy also, so don't get too mad at me. Well, thank all of you for wishing me a happy birthday, I had a great time. Now I'm trying to finish this story before Wednesday, that's when school starts. Meanwhile, clean my room and do my science fair project. Hah, yeah right. This chapter isn't much on T/P, but it's necessary for the whole understanding each other thing. Don't get too mad at me. And I'm not making promises, but check back tomorrow for the next chapter. Maybe the last but I doubt it….
Understanding and Narissa
Pan sighed and scooted over father in her chair. Trunks was breathing down her neck and she was sick of him. Apparently he thought it was funny that Goten thought they were a couple. Even though Bra tried to explain it otherwise, Trunks kept on making scenes. He really was just like a little child. Apparently, confusing Goten was just as amusing as embarrassing Pan in front of everyone.
"Sweetheart, why'd you move?" Trunks complained, pouting and looking down at the empty spot where Pan once was.
"Shut-up Trunks." Pan stated dryly, trying to ignore him and watch television. He scooted over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder. She rolled her eyes deep into her head and shoved him away.
"Stop it, Trunks." She groaned and shifted in the chair. He sighed, putting on a hurt expression.
"Are you very mad at me Pan?" He was seemingly concerned.
"If you don't leave me alone!" She stuck her fist up in warning as Goten scratched his head.
"Well, if you're in love why are you acting like he's bothering you?"
"He is bothering me!" Pan objected, not wanting to explain this to him for the hundredth time. "I am not in love with Trunks." She tried to sound convincing but her voice faltered her. Okay, so maybe she was…but she and Trunks weren't in love.
"Sure, Panny. Deny it now, in front of your family." He scrunched his face up as Bra began to laugh again.
"You guys are too much." She dismissed Trunks and Pan, waving her hand in their direction. Trunks laughed but Pan was still frowning.
"It's not funny, Trunks. I'm going to have to have a talk with you." She warned him, his face straightened, and softened as he nodded.
"Yes, we do need to talk. Soon." He smiled softly at her, and this time Bra was even wondering if more was going on, not just Goten, and she wasn't alone. Pan scratched her head, confused by his change of mood, but smile. Whatever, as long as she had won.
"Okay," Bra stood up and stretched. "We're going to bed now." She motioned for Goten to get up. "And you two should be, also. We have to get to the church early in the morning." She gave Trunks a warning glance as well as Pan. "I won't have either of you being late, we need you there on time."
"Don't worry, Pan nodded. I'll be in bed soon." She noticed that Goten was giving Trunks a suggestive look and frowned. She scrunched her eyes in frustration and rubbed her hands through her hair. "Alone." She shot both Goten and Trunks angry glares, before standing up as well. Trunks sighed and stretched out on the couch.
"I guess you are terribly mad at me." He sighed as Bra and Goten walked up the stairs, followed by Pan.
"Yeah, sleep on the couch mister." She finally smiled, a teasing manner in her voice, as she headed to her room.
"I can't believe you embarrassed him that badly in front of Vegita." Bra whispered as she began to close the guess room door. Pan smiled and shook her head.
"Yeah, yeah. You two just make sure you actually go to sleep not 'bed'." Pan laughed as she closed her door as well, ignoring the innocent face Bra was trying to give her.
She didn't know what it was, but something pulled her out of her sleep. It was late, and she was having that dream again. It started out as Bra's wedding this time, and then it was her. Walking ever so slowly down the isle, she took more steps than usual. But suddenly, she saw his face, turned around and bolted to the church door. Vegita and her father stood in the way before she could get out, and that's when she saw it, he wasn't waiting for her. He was smiling still, as another lady came up all dressed in white. She was everything Pan was not; graceful, sophisticated, comfortable in that dress, beautiful…She belonged in Trunks' life. That's when the sweat started pouring down and her head popped up, she couldn't stand it.
She was hot, very hot, and scared. This truly was her worst nightmare, her greatest fear. She swallowed hard, only to find her throat was dry. And that's why she found herself climbing down the stairs in the middle of the night. That's why she was in the kitchen, drinking water, when she heard his light snoring on the couch. She sighed, placed the glass on the counter, and walked over to the lavender haired man.
"I didn't mean it when I said you had to sleep on the couch." She joked with the sleeping form of the mad she loved. He was gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. A smile pressed on his face, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing peaceful and serene. She wondered what he was dreaming about.
Ever so slightly, he turned, and reached out for something that wasn't there. His hands were grasping for something…no more like someone, and from the look of frustration on his face he must have thought the person was close. She heard a light, meek call, and wondered if she'd heard right at all. Had he said what she thought he'd said? He spoke again,
"Pan." And a smile fell over his face. She wrinkled her brow, maybe he could feel her ki. Whatever the reason, she wasn't upset at all that he was calling for her.
Before she could stop, or even think about what she was doing, her knees gave way and she found herself leaning over him. She was suddenly very tired. She crawled up on the couch and he immediately wrapped her arms around her. She didn't even stop to think if doing this was crazy, she just knew that being beside him while she slept would make things better. It made her feel whole. That was dangerous, she knew, but she didn't care. After that dream she deserved some comfort. She breathed in his nice scent and fell asleep in his arms, letting dreams overtake her subconscious mind….
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"I just don't know what the big deal is, Trunks." She heard a woman say as she stood in the hall, confused. She didn't know where she was, it was house obviously, but one she'd never been in. There were talking in the other room and she was blocked from view. But, apparently, Trunks was there too. -Good.- Pan thought. -He can tell me what the hell is going on.- She sighed and crept closer to the entrance of the room, not wanting to alarm anyone.
"You don't know what the big deal is?" She could hear Trunks answer, and from the sound he was distressed. Very distressed over something. Pan was close enough now to see the scene completely. Trunks stood with his back to her, hands on head is if holding his brain in place, and pacing the room. He was really angry about something, those were all the signs.
Sitting on a chair was a woman. A wonderfully beautiful woman, but in the most peculiar way. She wasn't the glamorous kind of pretty, like a model or an actress. But she was the country, delightful pretty. The I-want-to-take-you-home-to-mama, pretty. Pan felt her stomach wretch as she looked at the girl, feeling she was vaguely familiar.
"No, I don't. You spend thousands every month." She pouted, drawing a beautifully manicured finger to her mouth. She bit the finger light, placing a pouting expression on her features, and then pulled the finger out. She ran a hand through her hair, lovely hair. It was a medium shade brown, long and curly, flowing down past her shoulders. Her eyes were green and sparkled as she looked up at Trunks with what appeared to be pain. Pan stepped into the room more, wondering what was going on but wanting an explanation.
She cleared her throat and looked from Trunks to the girl. Neither of them moved or seemed startled in the least bit. "Excuse me," Pan tried, her voice quivering for some unknown reason. She was intimidated by this girl. Didn't like her at all. But neither Trunks nor the girl paid her any mind. It was as if...as if...they didn't know she was there. Like they couldn't see Pan or hear her. She walked up to Trunks, noticing the dumbfound expression on his face and his fumble to find the right words, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't even flinch.
But there was no way Trunks would ignore her like that. Look right through her. His eyes didn't even gaze in her direction. And as she stared into the crystal depths she noticed that she was not reflected. They looked right through her. It was like a bad dream...maybe that's all it was. A dream. She laughed with delight, taking a seat on the couch as Trunks exploded into anger. Pan had truly gone mad, dreaming up things and people she had no clue about.
"That's different. I spend that money on courses and classes. Dinner parties for business. Not, not....dresses! What were you thinking, Narissa? I wouldn't notice?"
"But, sweetie, it was for a dinner party. For business." Her green eyes shown with water as she lowered her head in shame, and Pan felt the sudden urge to punch this woman. So this is what her subconscious thought Narissa looked like? Hell no, not even her unconscious thoughts would be so ludicrous.
Trunks didn't like brunettes, that was common enough. He didn't like wavy haired women, didn't find them attractive. But as she was looking at this woman, she had a gut wrenching feeling, though she didn't know why, that Trunks thought she was the best thing his eyes had ever laid on. That feeling said he loved her hair, loved her small curls and the gentle yet rough edge to her face. But that was crazy, for the same feeling was saying that he didn't like how short the skirt she was wearing was. Saying he liked it better when she wore jeans and sneakers. Couldn't be, not the Trunks she knew.
He was smiling at her now, obviously affected by her false show of tears. He came and sat next to her, right next to Pan. And placed his hands on hers, looking more calm, happier.
"Okay, Riz. Just don't let it happen again." He pecked he cheek and shrugged his shoulders as she asked him for a foot rub. Had he lost his mind? The dirty slut spent 'thousands' of his money on a damn dress. That was a red flare to send her packing. But even as Pan thought it, a fluttering feeling overwhelmed her gut, and she knew how much he loved her. Quickly, the scene disappeared, the chair Pan was sitting on was gone, and she was standing outside.
Trunks was at a post office, flipping through mail with a smile. He was younger, looked just like he had when he first left. He was eighteen by Pan's guess, though she had no idea how this knowledge flooded her. Trunks aged so slowly when he was forty he'd still look eighteen. It was the saiyan in them, she would age just as slowly.
Suddenly a girl walked up, and as Trunks looked up at her, Pan felt her own heart flop. This was how he was feeling at that moment. Awe struck. Pan recognized the girl at once, it was her subconscious version on Narissa, only about a year younger. Her hair was in a pony-tail, she was wearing slightly baggy jeans and a tight tee, nothing on her was out of place. Trunks didn't hesitate, he dropped the mail into the car that was parked by one of the boxes, and headed in her direction. They began a conversation, she fluttered her eyelashes and smiled nicely, but looked like she refused his advances. She blushed modestly, but Pan could see through her. It was a show, all of it was. She was only playing hard to get, she'd seen to many women do it not to notice. But Trunks didn't notice, he sulked back to his car and looked to be in deep thought. One of those thoughts registered in Pan's mind. -I'm going to get that woman. I want her more now, since she doesn't want me.- She frowned and up-turned her nose as he got into his car and the scene changed again.
She was back in the apartment. Things were different about it, it looked more masculine. This must have been the before-Narissa, version, Pan nodded, liking the look of the place. However, 'Narissa' was sitting on the couch, shifting through mail.
"Pan Son?" She questioned, frowned and ripped the letter open. "I've heard about you, Panny." Pan winced and clenched her fists. That bitch was reading her letters! "Dear Trunks," She mimicked, laughing. "High school is a blast...Hah!" She outburst, throwing the letter down in disgust. "Trunks doesn't need to read this." She scoffed and picked it back up, stuffing it into her pocket. "He won't even remember 'Pan Son' sent him anything when I'm through with him tonight." She giggled and got up, walking into the kitchen. Pan was shaking with anger, ready to waltz up and snatch the letter. Then she had to remind herself, it was only a dream. So, that's what she wanted to believe happened, Trunks' girlfriend prevented him from writing her back? Would she stoop that low to defend her self-esteem and the only person she'd ever loved? He was a jack-ass, pure and simple. He got the damn letters, she knew he did. Or else he'd have objected when she yelled at him that first day. And he hadn't. So there was no need for her mind to be creating these stories just so she couldn't hold on to the only hate that lingered in her heart for him. The only thing stopping her from planting her lips full on his just to see what would happen, well that and fear....But Narissa began to mumble again at that moment, pulling Pan out of her thoughts.
"Get a hold of yourself, Rizzy. Gah. Some sniveling brat isn't going to get him home any faster than his parents will. Even if Trunks made a comment about 'little Panny' being the best, a really good friend. He thinks I'll like her." She heard Narissa ridicule as she sat back on the couch, pulling the letter back out. "She's so 'honest and pure'." She continued in a mocking tone. "But that doesn't matter." She snapped. "She's four years younger than Trunks, four years." The girl laughed and sat the letter down on the table, her hand lingered there for a second, then swiftly picked it back up, shoving it back in her pocket. "Just until I'm sure he'll stay..." She told herself. The scene changed before Pan could get to her.
"Okay, Riz, this is very important. There are going to be a lot of people at this dinner party that I need to impress. Now since this is the first one that we're going to together, I want you to try your best not be nervous." Trunks smiled at Narissa as Pan watched, both of them headed for the door. She was dolled up, looking more like what Pan had expected Trunks' style to be. Her hair was straightened and put into a neat bun, her dress was tight with slights, her smile was perfect. She even had a tiara on her head. Pan grumbled at the sight, thinking her subconscious finally got some sense, and wondering when the hell she was going to awake from this nightmare.
"I will, baby." Narissa smiled at Trunks. "I'll do my best, but I'm...I'm terribly frightened." She spoke meekly, not at all the way Pan had heard her talking the day she hid the letter, and was looking rather intimidated at Trunks. He smiled reassuringly and planted a heavy kiss on her lips. Surprisingly, Pan felt nothing. No twinge of jealousy, no anger, nothing. It was as if she were watching two people on television, people that meant nothing to her. As if it were a faded memory, from which all emotions were void and empty. Maybe she was tired, even while sleeping, if that wasn't it then she didn't know how she managed to keep her cool through that bit of lip action. Trunks seemed to not want to let go at all.
"Maybe," He smirked and Pan rolled her eyes. "We should stay here and skip the meeting." Narissa giggled and moved out of his embrace.
"I think I'm not so nervous now." She laughed softly and opened the door. -Stupid girl- Pan thought. -If it had been me, we'd be right on that couch, right now.- That's what people in love did, they got dazed in each other and lost track of time. At least, that's what Trunks had wanted to do. But Narissa wasn't having it. Trunks only sighed, shrugged with frustration, and walked out the door. Pan felt bad for him, he deserved so much better. That girl didn't love him. But then, she had to remind herself that this was her dream. Maybe Narissa had loved Trunks...at least a little. The scene changed.
"Look, Riz. Pan wrote me." Trunks stated, holding up a letter in his hands with a smile. Narissa looked up from the crossword puzzle she was working on with a curious glance. Pan saw anger in her eyes and laughed out loud.
"What's wrong, 'Riz'? Wasn't able to get to that one in time?" Pan jeered and watched to see what Trunks would do next. He tore the letter open and started to read, but something like fear crossed Narissa's face and she stood up, walking over to Trunks and moving his hand out of his face. She kissed him furiously and he gave a questioning, but weak look.
"Yes?" He asked, lowering the hand the letter was in.
"You're so cute." She mused, smiling up at him like an adoring mother. He blushed slightly and leaned in again, kissing her. Pan rolled her eyes. -Just get back to my letter, lover boy.- But he didn't, Narissa made sure of that. She fell to her knees, smirk in place and tugged at his pants. Pan's eyes widened, surely she wasn't going to...
"I love you, Trunks." She mumbled, and Pan had been wrong. She was going to. Pan covered her eyes, wishing he'd drop her letter from his nasty hands while she was doing that, but didn't have the mind to watch. She didn't have to, the scene changed before anything started.
Okay, why he didn't read that letter that day was explained, and personally, she wouldn't mind if he never looked at it again. If it were still in her possession she would surely burn it. That nasty tramp, putting her mouth...But the scene before Pan was unraveling and she found herself very interested.
Narissa was sneaking out of a room, where Pan guessed Trunks was happily asleep, and heading to the living room. She was wearing one of Trunks' business shirts as she walked up the coffee table and picked up Pan's letter.
"No sense in letting him read that. That girl might have asked why he hasn't written after the first. Then I'd have explaining to do. He'll never think of it again if he doesn't see it." She mumbled and Pan found herself wondering what Narissa could possibly be so afraid of. What would reading one measly letter and writing back do to her and Trunks' relationship. She was only a little girl that Trunks tried to get rid of from time to time.
"I still can't believe myself." Narissa continued, sitting down on the chair and looking down at the letter. "I'm this worked up over one small threat." She raked her hands through her hair and sighed heavily. "The guy says one thing." She starts to mumble, seemingly arguing with herself, and Pan becomes very interested. She sits next to Narissa so she can hear it all. "He says one thing and I think it's the end of the world." A small, bitter laugh, escaped. "Just because he thinks this girl is 'innocent'..." She faltered. "No, he gets a certain glow when he talks about her. He loves her. He's not in love with her, like he thinks he's in love with me. But he loves her for sure." She sighed, cupping her head with her hands. "One day she'll grow up. I don't want to still be 'nearly engaged' when she does. Damn it, I can't loose him like this." She sighed. "I'm being ridiculous." She laughed again. "He tells me one time that thinking of her makes him anxious for home and I start to freak. I swear." She laughed but Pan felt something swell inside her heart. Was it, anger? Betrayal? Whatever it was, it wasn't her own feelings. She looked up, and to her horror, there Trunks was, standing in the hallway looking at Narissa as if she had two heads. In a way, she did. But for some reason, Pan felt as if she had been caught. She shook the feeling off, however, and wanted to walk over to Trunks and offer comfort when he simply sighed softly and walked back the other way.
Her mouth dropped in astonishment. How could he pretend like that didn't happen? How the hell could he continue to love this woman who'd so very obviously betrayed him? Any other time and she would have been sent packing. He was the soon-to-be-President of Capsule Corporations. He was the most eligible bachelor in the world. He was sought after, adored, loved by so many. And tricked too many times to trust someone after they've lied once. Was he on something? Had he really lost it? Before she could stomp after him to demand and explanation, the scene changed again. She was really getting sick of this dream.
Trunks was staring down at his desk, looking at a blank piece of paper with a sad expression. Two words were scribbled on it and nothing more. 'Dear Pan,' Pan pressed the corner of her lips together and huffed. So he was going to write her? She tried not to laugh as he let out a disgruntled sigh and tore the paper apart.
"How can I ever write you? Tell you that I didn't get the first letter because my girlfriend panicked and stole it. And the second letter I got but was...distracted with other things...You'd beat my ass first." He laughed softly to himself.
"Damn right." Pan nodded her head, at least her sleeping mind had some sense.
"And then, explaining why I haven't demanded the letters back. Why I haven't sent her out the door. I could never do that...I can't write you now, Panny. You're the only one who has ever had true faith in me. The only person whose eyes still light up like I'm the greatest....I can't ruin that now." He flipped his lavender hair back with his hands and wiped his eyes tiredly. "But I love her. And she loves me so much she can't bare the thought of losing me. She was only frightened that she'd loose me to you. You are a force to be reckoned with. That and my family. But I already told her, if she doesn't want to move to Japan she doesn't have to."
That was it. Pan sat down on his bed, anger seething through her. She was jealous of love she thought Trunks would harbor for Pan over her. She didn't want him to come home because she didn't want to be there. And she seemed to think Pan was the one to get him there. Pan narrowed her eyes, realizing Trunks was staring at her third, and final, letter. He wasn't going to write her back and it was because he was ashamed. He'd broken her heart to keep his pride? She wanted to punch him, but it was just a dream.
Narissa came sauntering into the room and laid down on the bed, coldly telling him to turn off the lights. She was pulling the covers up on the left side of the bed, as Pan shot up and shook her head. That was Trunks' side.
"That's my side, babe." He smiled at her, as if it were nothing, and she scooted over. But she had obviously been there for a while, sleeping with him. Pan frowned in disgust, even she knew what side of the bed he slept on. And she had never slept with him. The scene was changing again. Damn, this dream. Damn thing wouldn't end.
Trunks was sitting in his room, in the dark, on the phone. Pan didn't know where Narissa was but the conversation was still about her:
"She's wonderful mom. I love her more than anything. I think..." He paused, unsure of his words. "I think she's the one. I want to marry her. I'm asking soon. I don't know when yet." Pan wanted to cry, but the tears didn't come. Something inside her told her that it was over now, the feelings weren't there. They had never been real, and she found the courage not to scream, as the scene change, again.
Trunks stood in the kitchen, a horrified look on his face. He was holding a mug of coffee and a book was open on the counter. Narissa had just walked in, at least, Pan thought it was Narissa. She was carrying loads of bags and a wide smile. But Trunks dropped his mug the second he glanced at her face.
"Hi sweetie!" She called, walking up to him as if nothing were different. Her smile was wide as she leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away.
"What happened, Riz?" He frowned, fingering her hair. Her hair...It was shortened severely, straightened, and bleached. Completely blonde. Not a brown strand. It curved around her cheekbones and chin, and honestly looked pretty decent. But so different.
"I got it styled, baby. Don't you like it?" She pouted. Trunks gulped, winced, and glanced down at her outfit. A tight summer-dress, hugging every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was white with red flowers and the back was out. He frowned, Pan noted his look of disgust, and thought he was going to shove something over her.
"You look...lovely." He finally managed, but the way his eyes darted suggested he was lying. "Could you...could you fix me another cup of coffee?" He voiced, shaking his head and going to sit down.
"Sure, honey." Narissa smiled, but Pan could tell that there was sarcasm in her voice and she didn't want to. Trunks' eyebrows perked and he looked at her from his seat.
"You don't have, if you don't want." He said lovingly, a hint of anger in his voice.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry. But....well, I thought you'd be a bit more enthusiastic about....about my new look." He sighed and stood up, walking slowly over to her whimpering form.
"I know, sweetie. I love it, really." He pulled her to him and gave a hard hug, reassuring her insecurities. "You just took me by surprise. You look wonderful." She yanked her body from him.
"Any other man would be completely turned on right now. Any one else would be ready to throw me somewhere and ravage me. But you, you were 'taken by surprise'." She rolled her eyes and turned around, away from the very shocked Trunks. "How do you take your coffee again?" She asked with an upset tone.
"You've known me for two and a half years and you can't remember?" He frowned in disbelief, sitting down. If more happened that day, Pan never saw it, for the scene changed before her very eyes.
Narissa was sitting in the corner of the room, huddled into a ball and crying. Trunks was on the couch, head down, hands covering his face. They both looked pretty upset, but the tears weren't falling down his eyes...at least not yet. Neither of them said anything, her blonde dyed hair was being pulled at by her hands. Nervously she looked up at him, wondering if he was going to say anything. She was sniffing and shaking. Pan wanted to know more than anything, what was happening right now.
"You should have told me." Trunks finally spoke, hurt filled in his voice. She nodded her head, green eyes shimmering with tears. With pain. But Pan could see, what Trunks didn't seem like he saw. She could see the laughter behind those eyes. She wasn't sorry, whatever it was she'd done, she didn't give a damn how much he hurt.
"I didn't think you'd want it." She swallowed, breathing hard and rolling her eyes to the back of her head as if in pain.
"But I was so excited when I found out you were pregnant." Pan swallowed hard, forcing herself not to yell. Her body was shaking suddenly, she could feel it. This woman was pregnant with Trunks' child? But something had happened....had she gotten rid of it? Pan would kill her first. But this must be it...
"How?" She choked as he got up. He walked over to her and knelt beside her, slowly as if he expected her to tell him to go away. It was like he was the one in trouble here. But she was the crazy one, the one that had their child killed. Pan would never look at Trunks the same after this. How could he forgive her? When she didn't move away, he pulled her body close to his and they began to rock together.
"I could tell." He finally answered. "I just knew." So, he hadn't told her about ki's and their family secret yet. Thank Dende. "We'll talk about that tomorrow." He reassured her. "If you feel up to it."
Pan's power flared up as she heard him say this. He was going to tell that woman their secret after this? How dumb do you get? She narrowed her eyes and marched farther in the room, she wasn't going to let him do this. Then, she stopped. It's a damn dream, she reminded herself. Just wake up. But she didn't wake up and they kept talking.
"I know it's hard to loose a child....but, we have to get past this." Narissa whispered into his ear. "I'm going to be okay. I just...feel so inadequate. I couldn't even carry your child." She whimpered and Pan found herself wondering what that was supposed to mean. Surely she hadn't had a abortion and was talking like that.
"Miscarriages aren't anyone's fault." He told her and Pan sighed. She hadn't gotten 'rid' of it, she'd lost it. At least Trunks had some sense left in him.
"It is when the doctor tells you not to try again." She broke down into his arms, crying hysterically. "He-doesn't-th-think-I-ca-can-have-kids-Tr-T-Trunk-Trunks." She sobbed, getting worse the closer she got to finishing the sentence. Pan felt heartbreak, but it was Trunks' and she had to sit down.
"It'll be okay." He patted her back, rubbing her supportively. "I can do without." He spoke softly and she looked up into his eyes, delighted.
"Really?" She smiled evilly, in Pan's opinion. He nodded and she kissed him. "I was so afraid, that you wouldn't want me anymore. That's-that's why I didn't tell you." She sniffed and he wiped her tears away.
"It's okay. I would never leave you." Her eyes lit up, as if she was waiting for him to say something important. "But, why don't we talk about it tomorrow." She nodded and he picked her up, carrying her to bed. Pan felt sick. That conniving little-. She wasn't even upset over the child she'd lost. How could he not see through her? And the scene changed.
The blonde Narissa was yelling and Trunks was sitting in a chair, scowling at her. They were having an argument. A real argument. Pan smiled with delight, glad that her mind finally got some sense.
"I don't give a damn Trunks!" She yelled at him but he never looked up at her. "You don't care about me, do you?" She was frowning and throwing her hands in the air. He didn't answer, it was like he wasn't even listening to her. That was definitely Trunks, he didn't respond to people yelling at him unless it was his mother....and her....yesterday.
She continued yelling when he didn't answer. "I don't want to 'meet your family'. I'm not going to Japan for Christmas and if you love me, you won't go either." She frowned deeper, crossed her arms over her chest and sat down. He looked up at her, his blue eyes shinning with anger. Pan flinched, knowing Narissa was in for it. But the girl didn't seem to notice. Probably didn't know that was his 'I'm-very-angry-and-you're-going-to-die' look. Of course not, she didn't know what kind of coffee he liked.
"Are you through?" He asked, softly. Too soft. She smiled and nodded, thinking she'd gotten her way. "Do you not want to meet my family? I've met yours before." He was talking softly but Pan could tell he was very hurt. If Narissa had been a man he would have slaughtered her, and he was having a hard time not hitting the woman.
"You know that's not it. I just...I want you to spend Christmas with me and my family this year. We've never done that before. And if you're going to marry me, settle down at all, you-"
"Shut-up, Narissa." He spoke coldly, putting his hand up. "You said you were through." He told her when her mouth dropped. Pan smirked, glad he had some sense. So, this was what kept him from coming home that year. "Christmas is a family thing." He told her, soft but not as angry.
"That's my point." She told him, fighting off the tears at the thought that he'd just told her to 'shut-up'. Her bottom lip trembled and Pan could see Trunks crack.
"Damn." Pan said, already knowing Narissa had won.
"I'll stay." He told her, but there sounded as if more were following that. "But, if you ever." He paused, not liking the way she was giving him a mean look. "Ever, yell at me like that again, I might not be able to stop myself from snapping your neck." He warned, rubbing his hands together. She gulped, shivering slightly, and nodded.
-I'd like to see him try that on me,- Pan thought. -I would snap his neck.- She laughed as the scene slipped away. Another one filled the place. Trunks was standing over the coffee table, looking hard at a letter as if he didn't believe it. He tore it open and began to read. Then, Pan could have sworn his lips were trembling, before he regained himself. Was he going to cry?
"How could she do this to me?" He spoke slowly, sitting down. He read the letter again, as Pan walked behind him to see it. It was from a doctor. Apparently Narissa wasn't such a saint. She wasn't in danger, she could have more children. Not only that but she was on birth control. And losing the first child had to do with being 'pushed' down a flight of stairs. The doctor thought Trunks had did it, and was advising her not to try and have more children with him. He thought birth control was the best decision she made in the hospital room that day. And from the look on Trunks' face, he didn't know she was taking precautions.
"She lied about everything." His face hardened as he marched out of the room and into the bedroom. Pan was at his heels. He was moving madly, gathering all of her things. throwing them into bags. When he was done, he capsuled them and sat them on the table in the living room.
"It's about time." Pan told him, though he couldn't hear.
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When Narissa got home, her face dropped. She looked at Trunks, the letter in his hands, and her things. Then she let out a yell and went charging for his face. He grabbed her arms and pushed her down onto the chair, anger filled his crystal depths.
"How could you lie to me?" He spoke softly.
"How could you read my mail!" She yelled, furious and struggling.
"I could kill you right now by snapping my wrists," He told her, his hands circling her neck. "I suggest you stop asking and start answering." She swallowed hard and started shaking.
"I...I don't know..." She let tears slide down her face. But both Trunks and Pan seemed to be aware that it was from fear, not pain. At least this time he was seeing clearly.
"I was scared." She told him, regret seemingly in her face. He pushed his hands tighter around her neck, narrowed his eyes, and then let her go. But he was still furious.
"What were you scared of?" He spoke, calm evident in his speech. That let Pan know he was ready to explode. Any second now he could charge at her.
"Of being a mother. Of loosing another child...."
"I'm through, Narissa. Get your stuff and get out." He told her, cold and amazingly tranquil.
"Surely, you can forgive one little mistake." Her voice was trembling.
"One?" He yelled at her now, snapping his head to look into her eyes. The pain was written on his face. "One?" He repeated, milder. "I know all of your dirt. This isn't the first time you've lied. You hid Pan's letters from me, I saw the first one on the surveillance camera." She opened her mouth to object but he didn't let her. "Didn't know I had surveillance cameras, did you?" He scoffed at her surprise. "Yes, I am rich, you know. I'm not stupid. I saw you hide the second one after...well, I was standing right there."
"Over some stupid letters? You're throwing away all we have?"
"No!" He yelled. "I could care less about that. I understand why...I thought I understood why, you did that. So, you're threatened by my family. I got that. That was fine. It's everything else. You lied, you used me. You don't even know me!"
"I do know you. I only lied about those two things. Please!" She begged, letting her eyes fill with tears.
"Stop it." He told her, turning away from her tears. He'd never refused her when she cried before, Pan had seen that for herself.
"I love you Trunks." She whispered, touching his shoulder with a crooked smile at his back. She must have thought she was wearing him down. But Pan knew better, she was gone this time.
"Really, Riz?" He asked, keeping his voice void of emotion.
"Yes." She smiled wider, touching her lips to his neck. He didn't move at all.
"Could you fix me a cup of coffee? You know how I take it, right?"
"I...I-um..Yeah, of course."
"Really? How?" He smiled, turning to her with murder in his eyes. "How do I take my coffee, Riz?"
"With milk, sweetie." She smiled weakly and backed away, afraid of what he was going to do.
"And?" He prodded but she shook her head, crying again. "Get out." He told her venomously.
"You want to know why I had that damn miscarriage?" She asked, smiling wickedly. She brushed her hair out of her face and laughed softly, backing toward the door. "Because I was afraid it'd come out with something other than purple hair. I couldn't risk my bank finding out he wasn't the only one." She backed up some more, as he stared at her his mouth open. She grabbed the doorknob and quickly walked out, afraid he'd come to his senses and actually kill her. He was still gaping twenty minutes later.
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Pan woke up in a cold sweat, her hair matted to her face and tears falling out of her eyes. How could she do that to him? How could she cheat on him and he was so good to her? Then tell him she'd miscarried 'their' child when it was someone else's. Then say she couldn't have any more children, and despite it all he stayed with her, never loving her less. And she was that...that....dirty. Dende! The Pan looked down, realizing the arms that were holding her were Trunks'. He wasn't asleep either, and looked just as distraught as she did. Her tears fell and hit his chest, and he didn't ask any questions. He pulled her closer, rubbing her hair and sighing. His hands rubbed her back and that's how they stayed, close to each other until the sun rose. Neither of them daring to go to sleep again.
A/N: I hope you didn't hate it. And thanks for all the supportive reviews last chapter. I really wasn't sure about that one, hard to explain. Now, for those of you who didn't understand that, they were 'bond' dreaming. Sharing the same dream. But she doesn't get it until next chapter, where Bra will talk about her bond with Goten and Pan will be like: ….um…oh….
Haha. I think someone asked me if Bra and Goten were bonded, yeah, Videlchan did. They are, I just don't talk about it b/c I don't really explore Bra and Goten's relationship in this story. See, I was thinking of doing a side story with how they hooked up and all the details that you guys missed out on here. But I wasn't sure if I would. Any way, they mention the bond next chapter.
(Hey, I didn't want Pan to figure it out before she shared the dreams about Narissa with him, it's been planned from the beginning, so stop scowling.)
I think that's all I have to say. I hope I'm not forgetting anything….-sigh-