The next morning was bright and sunny through the frost-covered window.
Trunks opened his eyes slowly, confused about where he was. He also
couldn't remember who was the person whose arms were wrapped around him.
Blinking away the sleepiness he looked at her with mixed emotions. She was
so innocent looking when asleep; the cold eyes covered by long eyelashes,
her eyebrows not drawn tightly together but in a relaxed, natural
expression. It was difficult to believe that she was the one who had
managed to knock him unconscious. A small bruise on his jaw was the only
real evidence. Slowly, not trying to wake her he got up from the bed and
quietly changed his clothes. He added a few pieces of kindling to the cold
ashes and lit them with his ki. The fire began to crackle with life in the
stove. Trunks crept over to the door and let him self out, trying
desperately to not let the door squeak in its frame.
He closed it with a sigh of relief. Still trying not to make noise he went downstairs to the bar. The woman from the night before was replaced by a younger version of her self, less frazzled and round.
"Good morning Sir, how was your sleep?" she chirped as she scrubbed a table with a wet cloth.
Trunks smiled genuinely. "Thanks, it was great, the room is really.cozy."
She smiled and left the cloth on the table as she walked over to the door behind the bar. Hitting a bell she shouted something at someone in the other room and turned back to face the lavender haired man. "You came in late last night right? Mom said you had a wife. Does she want breakfast?"
"She isn't awake but she will be soon. I can bring it up to her." He sat down at the counter in front of the girl. A large man wearing a white, slightly stained apron came from behind the kitchen door and gave the girl a plate steeped in food. The girl smiled. "Hope you like ham and toast and potatoes. Maurice our cook loves to make a lot. I really hope you also like seconds." Trunks stomach growled in response. The girl laughed and handed him the plate the cook had passed her. He dug in greedily, barely tasting the food; it had been so long since he had anything warm to eat.
The girl smiled wider and handed him another plate as soon as he finished the first. It wasn't until his third plate did he realized how pathetic he must look. "Sorry, I haven't had anything this good in a long time."
"Thanks, I'll tell Maurice. You should keep eating; you look pretty unhealthy, like the walking dead." Trunks snorted into his potatoes the girl blushed in mortification. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize, I uh, let me get some food for your wife."
She disappeared behind the kitchen door. Trunks continued to chew on his food. 'I forgot about my wife, what am I going to do when she wakes up? Tearing up the place isn't an option for her to make.' The girl reappeared with two plates on top of each other.
"I am really sorry, I didn't mean anything."
Trunks laughed and started to get up. "It's okay, I don't mind, really." She handed him the plates and hurried back into the kitchen. He in turn walked back upstairs. Before he reached the top stair he could feel a large ki awaken. Smiling he walked over to the door. The ki inside became threatening. Silently Trunks placed the plates a few spaces to the right of the door. He opened it and walked in.
His sword came flying at his head. With a quick dodge he got behind Pan and grabbed her wrists. She dropped the sword in astonishment.
"How do you move so fast?" she gasped. Trunks released her wrists and picked up the sword from the ground. His face was set in complete determination. She winced, expecting a finishing blow. It never came. Trunks walked back to the bed and with great care slid the sword back into its sheath. "What. why am I here, with you?"
Trunks didn't look up at her instead he went out into the hall and retrieved the plates. "Morning darling, breakfast is ready." He shoved the plate in her hands, and took the other over to the bed. He sat down and began to eat it. "How do you feel?"
Still confused Pan stood in the middle of the room. 'I just tried to cut him in two and he is asking me how I am feeling?' She stared at him uneasily. His blue eyes looked up from his plate into hers. "Tired, I can move though."
He continued to stare into her eyes, making her feel more uncomfortable. "We Saiyans heal fast." Unsure of what to do she nodded in agreement and sat on the far side of the bed to eat. With one eyes still on him, Pan ate her food quickly. Trunks finished his plate and placed it on top of the dresser. "There are some clothes for you to wear for now in here," he pointed to the drawers, "You are probably still missing a few things so after you get dressed we can go get some more clothes and supplies."
It was the first time Pan noticed the nightgown she was wearing. She got up and began to shout. "What they hell did you do when I was asleep?" she accused. Trunks blinked in confusion.
He followed her eyes to the white gown she had on. It finally hit him what she meant. His face erupted in pink. "Nothing!"
Her eyes narrowed and she picked up and threw the remains of his jacket at Trunks. "I wasn't wearing this crap when I fell asleep in the snow-" she paused, remembering her deadly slumber in the cold outdoors. She had dreamed of strong arms reaching out and holding her. 'An angel flew me to safety.' Pan looked back up at the lilac haired man. Her voice softened, "you saved me. Why?"
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This is also on the short side. It was going to be double the size but I decided to keep the rest as another chapter. Yup. Anyway I came to the conclusion that I like to write humour better so after I finish these stories that I have going now I will start writing comedies with Monkey Chan about various books/anime/whatever. Monkey Chan is my favourite muse and I thank her so much for making me keep writing.. even though I rather just watch LOTR on the couch with her, Jake, and everyone else than be stuck over here typing.. I'm not bitter; I'm just sober.
He closed it with a sigh of relief. Still trying not to make noise he went downstairs to the bar. The woman from the night before was replaced by a younger version of her self, less frazzled and round.
"Good morning Sir, how was your sleep?" she chirped as she scrubbed a table with a wet cloth.
Trunks smiled genuinely. "Thanks, it was great, the room is really.cozy."
She smiled and left the cloth on the table as she walked over to the door behind the bar. Hitting a bell she shouted something at someone in the other room and turned back to face the lavender haired man. "You came in late last night right? Mom said you had a wife. Does she want breakfast?"
"She isn't awake but she will be soon. I can bring it up to her." He sat down at the counter in front of the girl. A large man wearing a white, slightly stained apron came from behind the kitchen door and gave the girl a plate steeped in food. The girl smiled. "Hope you like ham and toast and potatoes. Maurice our cook loves to make a lot. I really hope you also like seconds." Trunks stomach growled in response. The girl laughed and handed him the plate the cook had passed her. He dug in greedily, barely tasting the food; it had been so long since he had anything warm to eat.
The girl smiled wider and handed him another plate as soon as he finished the first. It wasn't until his third plate did he realized how pathetic he must look. "Sorry, I haven't had anything this good in a long time."
"Thanks, I'll tell Maurice. You should keep eating; you look pretty unhealthy, like the walking dead." Trunks snorted into his potatoes the girl blushed in mortification. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize, I uh, let me get some food for your wife."
She disappeared behind the kitchen door. Trunks continued to chew on his food. 'I forgot about my wife, what am I going to do when she wakes up? Tearing up the place isn't an option for her to make.' The girl reappeared with two plates on top of each other.
"I am really sorry, I didn't mean anything."
Trunks laughed and started to get up. "It's okay, I don't mind, really." She handed him the plates and hurried back into the kitchen. He in turn walked back upstairs. Before he reached the top stair he could feel a large ki awaken. Smiling he walked over to the door. The ki inside became threatening. Silently Trunks placed the plates a few spaces to the right of the door. He opened it and walked in.
His sword came flying at his head. With a quick dodge he got behind Pan and grabbed her wrists. She dropped the sword in astonishment.
"How do you move so fast?" she gasped. Trunks released her wrists and picked up the sword from the ground. His face was set in complete determination. She winced, expecting a finishing blow. It never came. Trunks walked back to the bed and with great care slid the sword back into its sheath. "What. why am I here, with you?"
Trunks didn't look up at her instead he went out into the hall and retrieved the plates. "Morning darling, breakfast is ready." He shoved the plate in her hands, and took the other over to the bed. He sat down and began to eat it. "How do you feel?"
Still confused Pan stood in the middle of the room. 'I just tried to cut him in two and he is asking me how I am feeling?' She stared at him uneasily. His blue eyes looked up from his plate into hers. "Tired, I can move though."
He continued to stare into her eyes, making her feel more uncomfortable. "We Saiyans heal fast." Unsure of what to do she nodded in agreement and sat on the far side of the bed to eat. With one eyes still on him, Pan ate her food quickly. Trunks finished his plate and placed it on top of the dresser. "There are some clothes for you to wear for now in here," he pointed to the drawers, "You are probably still missing a few things so after you get dressed we can go get some more clothes and supplies."
It was the first time Pan noticed the nightgown she was wearing. She got up and began to shout. "What they hell did you do when I was asleep?" she accused. Trunks blinked in confusion.
He followed her eyes to the white gown she had on. It finally hit him what she meant. His face erupted in pink. "Nothing!"
Her eyes narrowed and she picked up and threw the remains of his jacket at Trunks. "I wasn't wearing this crap when I fell asleep in the snow-" she paused, remembering her deadly slumber in the cold outdoors. She had dreamed of strong arms reaching out and holding her. 'An angel flew me to safety.' Pan looked back up at the lilac haired man. Her voice softened, "you saved me. Why?"
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This is also on the short side. It was going to be double the size but I decided to keep the rest as another chapter. Yup. Anyway I came to the conclusion that I like to write humour better so after I finish these stories that I have going now I will start writing comedies with Monkey Chan about various books/anime/whatever. Monkey Chan is my favourite muse and I thank her so much for making me keep writing.. even though I rather just watch LOTR on the couch with her, Jake, and everyone else than be stuck over here typing.. I'm not bitter; I'm just sober.