Opps sorry, I forgot to make a list, well, here are the people who get
Veggie plushies.
Kutie-Pan, Ameve, chibigoten124/SSJ3MysticPan, Pia Bartolini, Jewels45, Nikki, ssmoments, KoreanChick, t/ptears, juunanagous-girl13, nanami, pan/trunkskick, DBZChicky501, Pan8765, Aqua-Fresh-Ali, Always-a-kiwi, Azn- Dreamer, Videl, Gen, and anime-fan-4-ever.
*hands Vegeta plushies to all of them* Here ya go, enjoy! And on the back of the Veggie plushie is a button that allows Vegeta's hair to light up!
Super Saiya-jin Veggie!
And yeah, the purpose of this ficcy is that Trunks' is afraid of being dumped again, so he rejected Pan even though he did not consider his own feelings.
Anyways, here's the next chapter for The Apple Tree
Enjoy!
~*~
Why? Why did he say that? He didn't need to say anything, it wasn't necessary, he didn't need to be so-so blunt! He could have laughed, or did something else, but he said as clear as possible, no. All of her feelings lately have just been one-sided.
After all, he was a prince, how could she even have thought that he would have such feelings? She didn't know what she had expected. Surely she didn't expect him to tell her that he loved her back. Surely she expected differently. Or did she?
Why? Why did she say that? How could she ever face him again, how could she ever look at those deep, blue eyes of his without thinking that she was rejected, so coldly and harshly. She wished that she had never said those words. She wished how she could turn back time.
Time, hah, Emit would scream at her for even THINKING about turning back time, but Pan wished for nothing more.
As Pan slowly struggled to walk back home her twisted ankle hurt like hell, but the pain was nothing compared to the inner pain that she was feeling. The pain of being rejected and by such a vain person like Trunks.
She finally knew the true meaning of being heartbroken, how could she have said a thing? She's only known him for barely a week, yet it feels like that she's known him for an eternity.
But now she knew he didn't feel the same way . . . and he made it as clear as possible, whoever said, 'Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me' is wrong. His words 'I don't feel the same' pierced her heart and poisoned her mind.
Sticks and stones would be easier to bear.
~*~
"PRINCE! PRINCE! YOU'RE - so incredibly dirty!" Panic scrunched up her nose.
"It's nice to see you too." Trunks mumbled.
"Well, we should head back to the palace now, Prince." Panic nodded.
"I guess we should . . ." Trunks murmured.
Panic waved cheerfully at Emit, "Well? So long, Emit!"
Emit didn't wave back, "You never know."
Panic raised an eyebrow, "You are sooo weird!"
"I prefer either 'unique' or 'truthful'." Emit said without a smile.
Panic rolled her eyes, "Whatever!" She pulled out Trunks' chain and handed it to him, "Oh, by the way, Prince, Emit found this in a piece of cake, here ya go!"
At the mention of cake, Trunks thought of Pan, and all their adven- er . . . misadventures together, him and her fighting on their first meeting, her saving him under the Apple Tree, her bribing him with cake, her and her rubber chicken, playing that weird game with her and her friend, Marron, her making fun of him and chipmunks, him being covered in chocolate, her uncle and his shop full of delicious sweets, them talking under the stars, chipmunks running away with his clothes, his first strange encounter with Emit, him as a poodle philosopher, all of her name calling, and her beautiful smile.
He was going to miss all that, he had more adven- er . . . misadventures in this week than he's probably had all of his life.
He chuckled to himself, after all? How many princes get their clothes stolen by chipmunks?
Trunks shook his head, his violet bangs falling in his face, that was all in the past, he had to concentrate on his future now. He was turning thirty, and he needed a wife, and love or not, he realized that his country needed a ruler, and a good one at that, to prevent further incidents with slave traders and such.
He sighed, it was like he was a different man, all of a sudden, he had suddenly grown up and felt emotions again. He hadn't felt so-so-so alive since he had met Celeste.
As Panic dashed away on her horse, Trunks climbed Flame and waved at Emit, as he looked back at the village one more time, he muttered out.
"Pan, don't hate me . . ."
And he dashed off.
~*~
2 weeks later . . .
~*~
"Panny?" Videl asked worriedly, "What's the matter? You've hardly eaten since you've been kidnapped by those slave-traders . . . but you're better now, aren't you?"
Goten teased, "Maybe she broke up with that boyfriend of hers."
Pan muttered, "Hah, boyfriend, in his dreams. What did I ever see in him anyways."
Videl raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Nothing." Pan slowly climbed up the stairs. Her long hair swishing behind her.
Videl sighed softly, "I hate to say this, but Panny's nearing the age of marrying, I hate to see her this depressed, what ever happened to that nice young man that she brought home a while ago?"
Goten shrugged, "Like I said, maybe they broke up, anyways, if you want me to, Videl, I could ask around the village, I'm sure there are lots of boys looking for a bride."
Videl chuckled, "Oh no, Gohan would have to come home first before we tell him, he doesn't want anything to happen to 'his little girl'."
Just then, the doorbell rang, Goten opened the door and handed the mail to Videl, Videl went through all the usual bills and then noticed another letter at the bottom of the pile, it had a gold seal on it, indication that it came from the palace. But the funny thing was, it was addressed to her daughter.
"Panny!" She called, "Mail for you!"
Pan came shuffling down the stairs, she ripped open the letter envelope without any void of emotion on her face, and she skimmed through the contents and ripped it in two.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Videl asked.
Pan didn't answer her, she instead headed back upstairs, dropping the ripped letter on the ground. Goten, ever the curious boy went to pick up the ripped pieces of paper, reading it quietly to himself.
"What's that?" Videl asked.
"The prince is getting married, all the unmarried maidens in the kingdom are to attend a ball, in which he shall choose a bride." Goten scratched his head, "It sorta reminds me of a certain Disney movie."
Videl sighed softly, "I bet I know why Pan's angry, it's because the royals are such jerks, while they sit around doing nothing to maintain the country, they are rolling in gold, but my darling husband is out somewhere, working as hard as he can to support his family."
Goten patted Videl gently on the back, "They aren't that bad, Vi, and besides, going to the ball might give Pan something to do, instead of her moping around the house all day."
Videl nodded slowly, "Maybe I should convince her to go, but I doubt that I can without any outside help-"
Suddenly the door burst open, a blonde by the name of Marron came dashing into the kitchen and up the stairs.
When Goten saw the envelope that Marron was holding, he grinned, "Well, Videl, there goes your outside help."
Videl laughed softly, "That girl is like a guardian angel, I'm so glad she's Pan's best friend."
"Pan! Pan!" Marron shrieked, "We are sooo lucky!"
Pan glanced up at her friend, "Hey, Marron, you sure seem happy, why are-"
"Because of this!" Marron waved the envelope that was gripped tightly in her hand, "We've been invited to the ball! Well, every single maiden in the whole kingdom has, but we'll get to meet the prince!"
Pan sighed and made a face, "Well, whoop-dee-do, great, we're going to meet the prince, I couldn't be happier."
Marron raised an eyebrow, "Is that sarcasm that I hear?"
Pan rolled her eyes, "No Marron, it's my parakeet fluttering around the room."
"But you don't have a parakeet."
"My point, exactly."
Marron shrugged and continued screeching, "Oh Pan! This will be so great! We'll pick out dresses together, do our hair!!! I can hardly wait! Maybe the prince will think that we're like goddesses come down from the heavens and would want to marry us, anything is possible."
Pan blinked twice, "Marry? Him? Hah! In his dreams!"
Marron scrunched her nose, "You're being weird, but are you going to go?"
Pan started to yell, "Of course not! I will not go to some stupid ball for some stupid prince just so he can think that I'm attractive and would want to marry me!!"
She stopped for a sec, went over her words, and smiled, "Actually, you convinced me, Marron, of course I'll go."
~*~
*sigh* Why do all of my stories involve Pan getting revenge with Trunks? *shrugs* Oh well, sorry 'bout the long wait, I had writer's block and was also busy working on my new story, 'Guiding Light'
Go check it out if you haven't read it already. And remember . review!!!
-Juunanagou4ever
Kutie-Pan, Ameve, chibigoten124/SSJ3MysticPan, Pia Bartolini, Jewels45, Nikki, ssmoments, KoreanChick, t/ptears, juunanagous-girl13, nanami, pan/trunkskick, DBZChicky501, Pan8765, Aqua-Fresh-Ali, Always-a-kiwi, Azn- Dreamer, Videl, Gen, and anime-fan-4-ever.
*hands Vegeta plushies to all of them* Here ya go, enjoy! And on the back of the Veggie plushie is a button that allows Vegeta's hair to light up!
Super Saiya-jin Veggie!
And yeah, the purpose of this ficcy is that Trunks' is afraid of being dumped again, so he rejected Pan even though he did not consider his own feelings.
Anyways, here's the next chapter for The Apple Tree
Enjoy!
~*~
Why? Why did he say that? He didn't need to say anything, it wasn't necessary, he didn't need to be so-so blunt! He could have laughed, or did something else, but he said as clear as possible, no. All of her feelings lately have just been one-sided.
After all, he was a prince, how could she even have thought that he would have such feelings? She didn't know what she had expected. Surely she didn't expect him to tell her that he loved her back. Surely she expected differently. Or did she?
Why? Why did she say that? How could she ever face him again, how could she ever look at those deep, blue eyes of his without thinking that she was rejected, so coldly and harshly. She wished that she had never said those words. She wished how she could turn back time.
Time, hah, Emit would scream at her for even THINKING about turning back time, but Pan wished for nothing more.
As Pan slowly struggled to walk back home her twisted ankle hurt like hell, but the pain was nothing compared to the inner pain that she was feeling. The pain of being rejected and by such a vain person like Trunks.
She finally knew the true meaning of being heartbroken, how could she have said a thing? She's only known him for barely a week, yet it feels like that she's known him for an eternity.
But now she knew he didn't feel the same way . . . and he made it as clear as possible, whoever said, 'Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me' is wrong. His words 'I don't feel the same' pierced her heart and poisoned her mind.
Sticks and stones would be easier to bear.
~*~
"PRINCE! PRINCE! YOU'RE - so incredibly dirty!" Panic scrunched up her nose.
"It's nice to see you too." Trunks mumbled.
"Well, we should head back to the palace now, Prince." Panic nodded.
"I guess we should . . ." Trunks murmured.
Panic waved cheerfully at Emit, "Well? So long, Emit!"
Emit didn't wave back, "You never know."
Panic raised an eyebrow, "You are sooo weird!"
"I prefer either 'unique' or 'truthful'." Emit said without a smile.
Panic rolled her eyes, "Whatever!" She pulled out Trunks' chain and handed it to him, "Oh, by the way, Prince, Emit found this in a piece of cake, here ya go!"
At the mention of cake, Trunks thought of Pan, and all their adven- er . . . misadventures together, him and her fighting on their first meeting, her saving him under the Apple Tree, her bribing him with cake, her and her rubber chicken, playing that weird game with her and her friend, Marron, her making fun of him and chipmunks, him being covered in chocolate, her uncle and his shop full of delicious sweets, them talking under the stars, chipmunks running away with his clothes, his first strange encounter with Emit, him as a poodle philosopher, all of her name calling, and her beautiful smile.
He was going to miss all that, he had more adven- er . . . misadventures in this week than he's probably had all of his life.
He chuckled to himself, after all? How many princes get their clothes stolen by chipmunks?
Trunks shook his head, his violet bangs falling in his face, that was all in the past, he had to concentrate on his future now. He was turning thirty, and he needed a wife, and love or not, he realized that his country needed a ruler, and a good one at that, to prevent further incidents with slave traders and such.
He sighed, it was like he was a different man, all of a sudden, he had suddenly grown up and felt emotions again. He hadn't felt so-so-so alive since he had met Celeste.
As Panic dashed away on her horse, Trunks climbed Flame and waved at Emit, as he looked back at the village one more time, he muttered out.
"Pan, don't hate me . . ."
And he dashed off.
~*~
2 weeks later . . .
~*~
"Panny?" Videl asked worriedly, "What's the matter? You've hardly eaten since you've been kidnapped by those slave-traders . . . but you're better now, aren't you?"
Goten teased, "Maybe she broke up with that boyfriend of hers."
Pan muttered, "Hah, boyfriend, in his dreams. What did I ever see in him anyways."
Videl raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"Nothing." Pan slowly climbed up the stairs. Her long hair swishing behind her.
Videl sighed softly, "I hate to say this, but Panny's nearing the age of marrying, I hate to see her this depressed, what ever happened to that nice young man that she brought home a while ago?"
Goten shrugged, "Like I said, maybe they broke up, anyways, if you want me to, Videl, I could ask around the village, I'm sure there are lots of boys looking for a bride."
Videl chuckled, "Oh no, Gohan would have to come home first before we tell him, he doesn't want anything to happen to 'his little girl'."
Just then, the doorbell rang, Goten opened the door and handed the mail to Videl, Videl went through all the usual bills and then noticed another letter at the bottom of the pile, it had a gold seal on it, indication that it came from the palace. But the funny thing was, it was addressed to her daughter.
"Panny!" She called, "Mail for you!"
Pan came shuffling down the stairs, she ripped open the letter envelope without any void of emotion on her face, and she skimmed through the contents and ripped it in two.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Videl asked.
Pan didn't answer her, she instead headed back upstairs, dropping the ripped letter on the ground. Goten, ever the curious boy went to pick up the ripped pieces of paper, reading it quietly to himself.
"What's that?" Videl asked.
"The prince is getting married, all the unmarried maidens in the kingdom are to attend a ball, in which he shall choose a bride." Goten scratched his head, "It sorta reminds me of a certain Disney movie."
Videl sighed softly, "I bet I know why Pan's angry, it's because the royals are such jerks, while they sit around doing nothing to maintain the country, they are rolling in gold, but my darling husband is out somewhere, working as hard as he can to support his family."
Goten patted Videl gently on the back, "They aren't that bad, Vi, and besides, going to the ball might give Pan something to do, instead of her moping around the house all day."
Videl nodded slowly, "Maybe I should convince her to go, but I doubt that I can without any outside help-"
Suddenly the door burst open, a blonde by the name of Marron came dashing into the kitchen and up the stairs.
When Goten saw the envelope that Marron was holding, he grinned, "Well, Videl, there goes your outside help."
Videl laughed softly, "That girl is like a guardian angel, I'm so glad she's Pan's best friend."
"Pan! Pan!" Marron shrieked, "We are sooo lucky!"
Pan glanced up at her friend, "Hey, Marron, you sure seem happy, why are-"
"Because of this!" Marron waved the envelope that was gripped tightly in her hand, "We've been invited to the ball! Well, every single maiden in the whole kingdom has, but we'll get to meet the prince!"
Pan sighed and made a face, "Well, whoop-dee-do, great, we're going to meet the prince, I couldn't be happier."
Marron raised an eyebrow, "Is that sarcasm that I hear?"
Pan rolled her eyes, "No Marron, it's my parakeet fluttering around the room."
"But you don't have a parakeet."
"My point, exactly."
Marron shrugged and continued screeching, "Oh Pan! This will be so great! We'll pick out dresses together, do our hair!!! I can hardly wait! Maybe the prince will think that we're like goddesses come down from the heavens and would want to marry us, anything is possible."
Pan blinked twice, "Marry? Him? Hah! In his dreams!"
Marron scrunched her nose, "You're being weird, but are you going to go?"
Pan started to yell, "Of course not! I will not go to some stupid ball for some stupid prince just so he can think that I'm attractive and would want to marry me!!"
She stopped for a sec, went over her words, and smiled, "Actually, you convinced me, Marron, of course I'll go."
~*~
*sigh* Why do all of my stories involve Pan getting revenge with Trunks? *shrugs* Oh well, sorry 'bout the long wait, I had writer's block and was also busy working on my new story, 'Guiding Light'
Go check it out if you haven't read it already. And remember . review!!!
-Juunanagou4ever