Do you guys want a light G/B in the story? Or just completely T/P? Please
tell me, for I need to know!
Anyways, here's the next chappie for The Apple Tree.
~*~
"Hello, Goten!"
Goten tilted his head 90 degrees and waved, "Hello, Emit, why are you wet?"
Emit shook her head, which must've been hard because the clock looked like it weighed a ton, "I couldn't help it, saw a weird guy swimming in a lake and I decided to bug him."
"Ah. . .I feel sorry for that guy." Goten smirked, Emit was well known in the small village, because of her incredible talent to sing and dance and also for her ability to bug and annoy strangers.
"So, how's life with Pan?" Emit jumped off her horse, and started to help Goten unload some of the soups and breads from his wooden cart.
"Tiring, that girl can never sit still, I worry about her sometimes." Goten started to cut the huge chocolate cake into small pieces, with his excellent wrist movements, it was only a matter of minutes before he was done. He and Emit began to move the pieces of cake from his cart to a large table. Other people were rushing about which different dishes and platters of food, preparing for the one of the largest festival of the year. The Fall Harvest.
"That's for sure, I wonder if she'll ever get settled and have a family." Emit whispered softly.
Goten laughed, "Pan? Settled? Yeah, right, it's an amazement if she stays still for a minute." They both laughed and finished putting the pieces of cake on the table. "Thanks Emit, want a piece of cake?"
"Sure, I was wondering when you were going to ask." Emit grinned and bit into a piece of delicious, double-layered, chocolate cake. One of Goten's assistants called him and Goten excused himself and told Emit she could have as much cake as she wanted.
Emit was trying to not get chocolate on her watches when she bit into something hard, she examined the piece of cake and saw that there was a long, chocolate-covered chain in it. She pulled it out of the cake and washed the chocolate off from a bucket of water. There was a line of words engraved in it, 'Trunks Vegeta-Briefs' if it had a name than obviously it belonged to someone. She decided to tell Goten about it, but he was nowhere to be found. She spotted Marron in the quickly increasing crowd and waved.
"Marron? Have you seen Goten?"
Marron shook her head and yelled, "No, but some people over there are looking for you!" She pointed towards a group of dancers, who were accompanying Emit in her time dance.
Emit slipped the chain over her neck, she didn't want to lose it, it looked expensive and important, but she had no pockets. She quickly squeezed through the crowd and joined her dance group.
~*~
"Pan! Slow down!" Trunks sneezed, he was definitely coming down with a cold, "Pan!"
Pan sighed and slowed down, "Must you constantly whine? It gets extremely annoying."
Trunks grunted, "Well, you're not the one with constant chest pains."
"What?"
"Nothing." Trunks didn't what Pan to know about the tight feelings that he had been feeling in his chest lately, he suspected that the wound Vegeta had made was more serious than he thought, but he didn't want Pan to have another reason to tease him about, the last thing he wanted was for her to call him a sissy.
"Hey, Trunks?" Pan snickered softly, "Are your favourite animals still chipmunks?"
Trunks nodded, sadly, even after the clothes-stealing incident, he still felt compassion for those cute, cuddly, furry little creatures. Pan snickered again and Trunks shot her a icy look.
They arrived at the town square late because Trunks and Pan were arguing half of the way, from everything like horses to chocolate. Pan squealed, "Ohhh!!!! Look, the dance is starting!" She left Algae to the horse tender and Trunks did the same, then they both squeezed in the front of the crowd to get a better view.
Pan smiled at her friend, who was dancing beautifully, and Trunks just gaped at Emit, she had been scaring him before, maybe that's why he didn't realize that she was so beautiful, even with the clock on her head, and her weird costume, it was as plain as day to see that she had a great figure and a gorgeous face.
When the dance ended, everyone clapped loudly, especially Trunks, who had been wondering why there hasn't been pretty girls around the castle, he had lived there all his life and didn't notice anything special about the supposedly 'fair maidens'. Maybe it was because they all looked alike in a way, he thought to himself that peasants were more of a natural beauty than a beauty obtained with jewels and makeup, after all, Celeste was a peasant. . .
Emit bowed and smiled, she walked over to where Pan and Trunks were standing, Pan called excitedly, "Emit! That was great!"
Emit smiled , "Thanks, Pan." She noticed Trunks standing beside Pan and smiled again, "Have you been keeping track of your time lately?"
Trunks backed away slowly, beautiful women were often scary. Emit was very beautiful and very scary. Pan laughed, "What's wrong, Trunks? Scared of a girl with a clock on her head?"
Trunks wanted to nod, but being the arrogant prince that he was, he cleared his throat, "Of course not, I'm just unaccustomed to these strange festivals of you peasants."
Emit looked interested, "Well, you're not a 'peasant'?"
Trunks shook his head, "Of course not, I'm the almighty and noble p-" He realized his mistake and quickly stopped.
Emit folded her arms, "You're what?"
Pan quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "He's a poodle."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "I'm a poodle?"
Emit frowned, "What?"
Pan quickly added, "What I meant was he was a philosopher."
Emit asked, "What has that got to do with poodles?"
"Er. . .he's a poodle philosopher, a philosopher of poodles, I mean." Pan added.
Trunks yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
Pan yelled back, "Shut up! I'm just trying to help!"
"You guys are really weird." Said the girl with the clock on her head.
Pan threw her arms in the air, "Trunks? Who cares what you are? We're here to find your chain! You idiot!"
"I'm not an idiot, why must you constantly call me names?" Trunks whined.
Pan stomped her foot, "Trunks! Why are you so whiny!"
Suddenly, shouts and screams were heard from the crowd, Pan jerked her head around to see someone dashing away on a horse. She swore out loud, "Jeez, what a bastard! This is a festival, after all! Somebody could get hurt!"
Trunks yelped, "Hey! I think that's my horse! I can see the blue and gold ribbon on it!"
Pan asked, "Trunks, why would you leave a ribbon on your horse?"
"Because, that symbolizes that the horse belongs to the royal stable." Trunks explained.
"And that makes the horse worth more, so that's probably why someone stole your horse." Emit added in her own two bits.
Pan sighed, "Oh great, now we have to get your horse back also." She whistled and Algae came dashing near her, quick as lightning, Pan leapt on her horse and was off after the thieves.
Trunks yelled, "Pan! Wait! What about me?"
Emit stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled also, her golden horse appeared in front of her with a neigh. She gestured to Trunks, "Climb on."
Trunks drew a breath, "Whoa, nice horse, what's its name?"
"Echo." Emit said softly.
"Echo, huh?" Trunks smiled, "That's a nice name, it sorta goes with yours."
Emit smiled, "On the contrary, echoes occur again and again, but time is an indefinite dimension, it never occurs more than twice."
Trunks was puzzled, "What does time have to do with your name?"
Emit laughed and climbed on to the horse, "Figure it out yourself."
Trunks decided to ponder about that later, and he climbed on the horse also, he felt the pain in his chest again, but he shrugged it away.
~*~
Pan loved the way the wind blew in her hair, she enjoyed it so much, she almost forgot that she had to get Flame back for Trunks. She muttered to herself, "Stupid prince, he's always causing trouble."
She knew the forest like the back of her hand, truth be told, she didn't look at the back of her hand very often, who does?
She muttered to herself again, "Why do I even bother helping him with this kind of stuff? It's not like he's my friend or anything like that, he's a prince, for goodness sakes. Next time, he can just take care of it himself."
Pan suddenly thought of something, he was a prince, and that means he had have to go back to the castle sometimes, after that, she'd probably never see him again. She'd have no more memories of a certain violet haired boy.
She'd miss his obsession with chipmunks.
She'd miss his corny jokes.
She'd miss him annoying her.
She'd miss him.
Pan shrugged off the feeling, "Who cares about him, anyways, he'd just forget about me, anyways." And she concentrated on catching the thieves.
~*~
"So, you're a poodle philosopher?" Emit asked.
"Uh . . . no, Pan just made that up." Trunks admitted.
Emit laughed, "I know, Pan acts purely on impulse, but I know who you are."
"Really? How?"
"I know everything about you. You're the prince, aren't you." Echo ran faster to catch up to Pan.
Trunks nodded, "But, how do you know?"
Emit didn't reply, instead she murmured to herself, "Time knows everything."
Soon, the golden horse caught up to Algae and Pan. Pan took one look at Trunks and started snickering, "So, you have to ride with a girl, hey?"
Trunks folded his arms, "Not funny."
A little girl's laughs interrupted their little bickering session, and all three people jumped off the horse.
The horse stealer was apparently talking with the little girl. Pan yelled, "You stop that! You've already got the horse, what do you want with the little girl?"
The horse stealer, who was wearing a cloak, ignored her, and continued talking to the little girl.
Trunks stepped forward, "You there! Give me back my horse!"
Still the figure ignored them and continued talking with the little girl, who was laughing like mad.
Emit warned them, "Don't do anything foolish, there's something not quite right here."
Pan, of course, didn't listen to Emit and charged at the horse stealer who raised one hand and a shot a ki beam at Pan, who was thrust backwards.
She crashed into Trunks, and they both landed on the ground, "Hey! Watch it!"
"You watch it! You're the one that crashed into me!"
The thieve then spoke, "The prince returns with me, the rest of you, will die."
Emit asked calmly, "If your intentions are good, why must we die?"
"I'm impressed, you're quite a talented girl, aren't you? Too bad, I don't want to waste a good psyche, but I'm afraid I have to follow my orders."
"You're a girl, aren't you?" Trunks asked.
"Yes, but that is of no importance, and now, you two must die!" The woman pointed to both of Emit and Pan.
"What makes you think that you can kill us?" Emit asked, her voice surprising eerie.
Trunks thought to himself, whoa, I'm surrounded by psycho women, one who calls me Chipmunk Boy, the other one with a clock on her head, and now a murderous one.
Pan, who has now recovered from her fall, shook her hands, "Yeah! It's the three of us against you."
The thieve, now known to be a woman, laughed, "The prince is in no condition to fight, you're too weak, so that leaves the psychic."
Pan shouted, "I am not weak!! And what do you mean, Trunks is in no condition to fight?"
Trunks puzzled over the fact that Emit was psychic as Pan screamed her head off at the woman.
Emit held out a hand to make Pan shut up, "If we gave the prince to you, will you let us go?"
Pan and Trunks both dropped their jaws. The woman chuckled, "Smart girl, you know you can't beat me, but no, you still die."
Pan yelled, "We're not giving up without a fight!"
Emit murmured, "Pan, don't do anything rash, she's got the little girl as hostage."
The woman laughed again, "That's right, Pan, actually, I was only ordered to kill the psychic, but I'm killing you for your name."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with my name?" Pan pouted.
"It resembles my name, Panic, and I cannot allow that." The woman, who now was known as Panic, raised a hand.
Trunks asked, "What do you want with me?"
Panic advanced towards Trunks, "You will know, once you come with me, won't you?"
Trunks backed up slowly, "What if I refuse?"
Panic pointed a finger at Pan, "Then I will kill her."
"But you're going to kill her anyways."
Panic smiled, "Maybe I've changed my mind."
Trunks drew a breath, "What about Emit?"
"She dies, no matter what, that was in my orders."
Pan tackled Panic, "Not if I can help it!"
"You're only making things more complicated, girl." Panic held Pan's throat with one hand, "Alright then, you'll be the first to die."
Trunks rushed forward to help Pan, but with a thrust of Panic's hand, he flew backwards and hit a tree, he felt the chest pains again and felt something in his throat.
He coughed and saw fresh red blood, and then he saw darkness . . .
~*~
Whew! Sorry I haven't updated for so long, well, Trunks is now unconscious, Pan on the verge of death . . . what will happen? Find out . . . only if you review!
(I always say that, but then I update anyways)
So . . . now I'm off to work on I'll never forget, (finally!)
-Juunanagou4ever
Anyways, here's the next chappie for The Apple Tree.
~*~
"Hello, Goten!"
Goten tilted his head 90 degrees and waved, "Hello, Emit, why are you wet?"
Emit shook her head, which must've been hard because the clock looked like it weighed a ton, "I couldn't help it, saw a weird guy swimming in a lake and I decided to bug him."
"Ah. . .I feel sorry for that guy." Goten smirked, Emit was well known in the small village, because of her incredible talent to sing and dance and also for her ability to bug and annoy strangers.
"So, how's life with Pan?" Emit jumped off her horse, and started to help Goten unload some of the soups and breads from his wooden cart.
"Tiring, that girl can never sit still, I worry about her sometimes." Goten started to cut the huge chocolate cake into small pieces, with his excellent wrist movements, it was only a matter of minutes before he was done. He and Emit began to move the pieces of cake from his cart to a large table. Other people were rushing about which different dishes and platters of food, preparing for the one of the largest festival of the year. The Fall Harvest.
"That's for sure, I wonder if she'll ever get settled and have a family." Emit whispered softly.
Goten laughed, "Pan? Settled? Yeah, right, it's an amazement if she stays still for a minute." They both laughed and finished putting the pieces of cake on the table. "Thanks Emit, want a piece of cake?"
"Sure, I was wondering when you were going to ask." Emit grinned and bit into a piece of delicious, double-layered, chocolate cake. One of Goten's assistants called him and Goten excused himself and told Emit she could have as much cake as she wanted.
Emit was trying to not get chocolate on her watches when she bit into something hard, she examined the piece of cake and saw that there was a long, chocolate-covered chain in it. She pulled it out of the cake and washed the chocolate off from a bucket of water. There was a line of words engraved in it, 'Trunks Vegeta-Briefs' if it had a name than obviously it belonged to someone. She decided to tell Goten about it, but he was nowhere to be found. She spotted Marron in the quickly increasing crowd and waved.
"Marron? Have you seen Goten?"
Marron shook her head and yelled, "No, but some people over there are looking for you!" She pointed towards a group of dancers, who were accompanying Emit in her time dance.
Emit slipped the chain over her neck, she didn't want to lose it, it looked expensive and important, but she had no pockets. She quickly squeezed through the crowd and joined her dance group.
~*~
"Pan! Slow down!" Trunks sneezed, he was definitely coming down with a cold, "Pan!"
Pan sighed and slowed down, "Must you constantly whine? It gets extremely annoying."
Trunks grunted, "Well, you're not the one with constant chest pains."
"What?"
"Nothing." Trunks didn't what Pan to know about the tight feelings that he had been feeling in his chest lately, he suspected that the wound Vegeta had made was more serious than he thought, but he didn't want Pan to have another reason to tease him about, the last thing he wanted was for her to call him a sissy.
"Hey, Trunks?" Pan snickered softly, "Are your favourite animals still chipmunks?"
Trunks nodded, sadly, even after the clothes-stealing incident, he still felt compassion for those cute, cuddly, furry little creatures. Pan snickered again and Trunks shot her a icy look.
They arrived at the town square late because Trunks and Pan were arguing half of the way, from everything like horses to chocolate. Pan squealed, "Ohhh!!!! Look, the dance is starting!" She left Algae to the horse tender and Trunks did the same, then they both squeezed in the front of the crowd to get a better view.
Pan smiled at her friend, who was dancing beautifully, and Trunks just gaped at Emit, she had been scaring him before, maybe that's why he didn't realize that she was so beautiful, even with the clock on her head, and her weird costume, it was as plain as day to see that she had a great figure and a gorgeous face.
When the dance ended, everyone clapped loudly, especially Trunks, who had been wondering why there hasn't been pretty girls around the castle, he had lived there all his life and didn't notice anything special about the supposedly 'fair maidens'. Maybe it was because they all looked alike in a way, he thought to himself that peasants were more of a natural beauty than a beauty obtained with jewels and makeup, after all, Celeste was a peasant. . .
Emit bowed and smiled, she walked over to where Pan and Trunks were standing, Pan called excitedly, "Emit! That was great!"
Emit smiled , "Thanks, Pan." She noticed Trunks standing beside Pan and smiled again, "Have you been keeping track of your time lately?"
Trunks backed away slowly, beautiful women were often scary. Emit was very beautiful and very scary. Pan laughed, "What's wrong, Trunks? Scared of a girl with a clock on her head?"
Trunks wanted to nod, but being the arrogant prince that he was, he cleared his throat, "Of course not, I'm just unaccustomed to these strange festivals of you peasants."
Emit looked interested, "Well, you're not a 'peasant'?"
Trunks shook his head, "Of course not, I'm the almighty and noble p-" He realized his mistake and quickly stopped.
Emit folded her arms, "You're what?"
Pan quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "He's a poodle."
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "I'm a poodle?"
Emit frowned, "What?"
Pan quickly added, "What I meant was he was a philosopher."
Emit asked, "What has that got to do with poodles?"
"Er. . .he's a poodle philosopher, a philosopher of poodles, I mean." Pan added.
Trunks yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
Pan yelled back, "Shut up! I'm just trying to help!"
"You guys are really weird." Said the girl with the clock on her head.
Pan threw her arms in the air, "Trunks? Who cares what you are? We're here to find your chain! You idiot!"
"I'm not an idiot, why must you constantly call me names?" Trunks whined.
Pan stomped her foot, "Trunks! Why are you so whiny!"
Suddenly, shouts and screams were heard from the crowd, Pan jerked her head around to see someone dashing away on a horse. She swore out loud, "Jeez, what a bastard! This is a festival, after all! Somebody could get hurt!"
Trunks yelped, "Hey! I think that's my horse! I can see the blue and gold ribbon on it!"
Pan asked, "Trunks, why would you leave a ribbon on your horse?"
"Because, that symbolizes that the horse belongs to the royal stable." Trunks explained.
"And that makes the horse worth more, so that's probably why someone stole your horse." Emit added in her own two bits.
Pan sighed, "Oh great, now we have to get your horse back also." She whistled and Algae came dashing near her, quick as lightning, Pan leapt on her horse and was off after the thieves.
Trunks yelled, "Pan! Wait! What about me?"
Emit stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled also, her golden horse appeared in front of her with a neigh. She gestured to Trunks, "Climb on."
Trunks drew a breath, "Whoa, nice horse, what's its name?"
"Echo." Emit said softly.
"Echo, huh?" Trunks smiled, "That's a nice name, it sorta goes with yours."
Emit smiled, "On the contrary, echoes occur again and again, but time is an indefinite dimension, it never occurs more than twice."
Trunks was puzzled, "What does time have to do with your name?"
Emit laughed and climbed on to the horse, "Figure it out yourself."
Trunks decided to ponder about that later, and he climbed on the horse also, he felt the pain in his chest again, but he shrugged it away.
~*~
Pan loved the way the wind blew in her hair, she enjoyed it so much, she almost forgot that she had to get Flame back for Trunks. She muttered to herself, "Stupid prince, he's always causing trouble."
She knew the forest like the back of her hand, truth be told, she didn't look at the back of her hand very often, who does?
She muttered to herself again, "Why do I even bother helping him with this kind of stuff? It's not like he's my friend or anything like that, he's a prince, for goodness sakes. Next time, he can just take care of it himself."
Pan suddenly thought of something, he was a prince, and that means he had have to go back to the castle sometimes, after that, she'd probably never see him again. She'd have no more memories of a certain violet haired boy.
She'd miss his obsession with chipmunks.
She'd miss his corny jokes.
She'd miss him annoying her.
She'd miss him.
Pan shrugged off the feeling, "Who cares about him, anyways, he'd just forget about me, anyways." And she concentrated on catching the thieves.
~*~
"So, you're a poodle philosopher?" Emit asked.
"Uh . . . no, Pan just made that up." Trunks admitted.
Emit laughed, "I know, Pan acts purely on impulse, but I know who you are."
"Really? How?"
"I know everything about you. You're the prince, aren't you." Echo ran faster to catch up to Pan.
Trunks nodded, "But, how do you know?"
Emit didn't reply, instead she murmured to herself, "Time knows everything."
Soon, the golden horse caught up to Algae and Pan. Pan took one look at Trunks and started snickering, "So, you have to ride with a girl, hey?"
Trunks folded his arms, "Not funny."
A little girl's laughs interrupted their little bickering session, and all three people jumped off the horse.
The horse stealer was apparently talking with the little girl. Pan yelled, "You stop that! You've already got the horse, what do you want with the little girl?"
The horse stealer, who was wearing a cloak, ignored her, and continued talking to the little girl.
Trunks stepped forward, "You there! Give me back my horse!"
Still the figure ignored them and continued talking with the little girl, who was laughing like mad.
Emit warned them, "Don't do anything foolish, there's something not quite right here."
Pan, of course, didn't listen to Emit and charged at the horse stealer who raised one hand and a shot a ki beam at Pan, who was thrust backwards.
She crashed into Trunks, and they both landed on the ground, "Hey! Watch it!"
"You watch it! You're the one that crashed into me!"
The thieve then spoke, "The prince returns with me, the rest of you, will die."
Emit asked calmly, "If your intentions are good, why must we die?"
"I'm impressed, you're quite a talented girl, aren't you? Too bad, I don't want to waste a good psyche, but I'm afraid I have to follow my orders."
"You're a girl, aren't you?" Trunks asked.
"Yes, but that is of no importance, and now, you two must die!" The woman pointed to both of Emit and Pan.
"What makes you think that you can kill us?" Emit asked, her voice surprising eerie.
Trunks thought to himself, whoa, I'm surrounded by psycho women, one who calls me Chipmunk Boy, the other one with a clock on her head, and now a murderous one.
Pan, who has now recovered from her fall, shook her hands, "Yeah! It's the three of us against you."
The thieve, now known to be a woman, laughed, "The prince is in no condition to fight, you're too weak, so that leaves the psychic."
Pan shouted, "I am not weak!! And what do you mean, Trunks is in no condition to fight?"
Trunks puzzled over the fact that Emit was psychic as Pan screamed her head off at the woman.
Emit held out a hand to make Pan shut up, "If we gave the prince to you, will you let us go?"
Pan and Trunks both dropped their jaws. The woman chuckled, "Smart girl, you know you can't beat me, but no, you still die."
Pan yelled, "We're not giving up without a fight!"
Emit murmured, "Pan, don't do anything rash, she's got the little girl as hostage."
The woman laughed again, "That's right, Pan, actually, I was only ordered to kill the psychic, but I'm killing you for your name."
"What do you mean? What's wrong with my name?" Pan pouted.
"It resembles my name, Panic, and I cannot allow that." The woman, who now was known as Panic, raised a hand.
Trunks asked, "What do you want with me?"
Panic advanced towards Trunks, "You will know, once you come with me, won't you?"
Trunks backed up slowly, "What if I refuse?"
Panic pointed a finger at Pan, "Then I will kill her."
"But you're going to kill her anyways."
Panic smiled, "Maybe I've changed my mind."
Trunks drew a breath, "What about Emit?"
"She dies, no matter what, that was in my orders."
Pan tackled Panic, "Not if I can help it!"
"You're only making things more complicated, girl." Panic held Pan's throat with one hand, "Alright then, you'll be the first to die."
Trunks rushed forward to help Pan, but with a thrust of Panic's hand, he flew backwards and hit a tree, he felt the chest pains again and felt something in his throat.
He coughed and saw fresh red blood, and then he saw darkness . . .
~*~
Whew! Sorry I haven't updated for so long, well, Trunks is now unconscious, Pan on the verge of death . . . what will happen? Find out . . . only if you review!
(I always say that, but then I update anyways)
So . . . now I'm off to work on I'll never forget, (finally!)
-Juunanagou4ever