Things might've been rushed a bit in this chapter, but I figure that if I
continue at the pace I'm going, I'll never finish this story!
Forgive me, for I know not what I do.
Yes, I know, Emit is really strange. I'll have a bit more about her in the next few chapters, and for all you who are wondering about Celeste? That's for me to know and for you to find out! ^^
I can't write fluff, I just can't, forgive me . . . I am horrible at it . . . please don't mind it too much . . .
~*~
Emit smiled gently, "I suppose that you know him, Pan?"
Pan muttered, "Yeah, I guess I do." What was she to do now? She didn't want him to see her, not now, she had planned on something, but it would not work with Emit instead of Marron, so he had caught her off guard. Now what was he going to say?
Trunks blinked a few times, "Is that really you?"
"No, it's the Easter bunny." Pan rolled her eyes, "Of course it's me, you idiot."
"It really IS you!" Trunks cried out.
And to Pan's total surprise, he ran up to her and gave her a giant bear hug. "I didn't recognize you! You look s-so different!!"
"Different how?" Pan wanted to know.
"Well, for one thing, er . . . you're in a dress, that's different, and as for another thing, you're almost pretty." He gasped at the death glare that Pan gave him and quickly added, "Not that you were ugly before, well, not that ugly, anyways."
Pan narrowed her eyes and walked away from him, and Emit laughed her strange, hollow laugh, "Smooth move, you just blew it, I thought princes were supposed to be lean, mean, talking machines."
"What did I do wrong?" Moaned Trunks.
"What did I do wrong?" Emit mimicked the moaning prince, "Everything, first off, hugging her was very wrong, since that proved that you actually didn't respect her as a lady, and second off, telling her that she was ALMOST pretty probably just made turned her off like that." She snapped her fingers making Trunks jump in surprise, "Although you know that she is absolutely stunning you refuse to admit that you do have feelings for her in fear of her dumping you as viciously as you dumped her."
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Stammered Trunks, "You're lying."
"No, I'm not." Emit smirked, "You know as well as I do that you can't deny your feelings for Pan, but when she told her that she loved you, you immediate reaction was no, no because you did not want to be hurt like the time when you were with Cel . . . er . . . Celeste, even though you didn't even consider your feelings."
"Y-You're crazy." Trunks inched back, "It's not l-like that, honest. And how do you know about Celeste?"
Emit sighed, "Denial doesn't help, you know, you should be wise to make a move before she gets over you."
"I don't l-like her, honest, I don't." Trunks whimpered, "And P-Pan's strong, she would've laughed it off when I told her that I didn't feel the same-"
"Are you strong?" Emit questioned.
"I guess so, I am the prince of this country, you know." Trunks muttered.
"When Celeste dumped you for him, did you laugh it off?" Emit demanded.
"No, but this was different . . ." Trunks' voice was barely audible.
"Oh? How so? As far as I can see, love is love. There's no other way to describe it." Emit snorted.
"I-"
"All I'm saying is that you'd be wise to tell her about your feelings before she starts to hate you even more." Emit smiled, "But if you are like what you claim, and if you do have no feeling towards her, then you wouldn't care if she hated you or not, right?"
"What do you suppose I do, then, if you claim to know everything."
The auburn haired girl laughed, "Hey, I'm not the one that adores Pan, you are. Therefore, it's up to you to get something done." She waved and disappeared into the crowd.
Trunks backed into a wall and sat down, what was he to do now? Could he possibly do what Emit told him? Was what she said all true? Did he really have feelings for Pan?
~*~
"Hey, Panny." Goten waved, flashing his usual grin.
"Hi." Pan said without looking up, she walked straight to the buffet table and grabbed a cup of wine.
"Who's that?" Bra asked, tugging on Goten's arm.
"Oh, she's my niece." Goten replied, "Hey, Panny, I don't think you should drink, you might get drunk."
"Hah, me? Get drunk? As if!" Pan laughed and finished the glassful in one gulp, while grabbing another glass with her other hand.
Bra smiled, "You're related to Goten? I could tell by the eyes."
"You're related to Trunks?" Pan gulped her second cup, "I could tell by the hair. Very strange colour indeed."
"Er . . . Panny, that's not beer, you know."
Pan stared at her third cup while dumping it down her throat, "What is it then?"
"It's- PAN! You're not supposed to use those cups for drinking that!" Goten yelled.
Pan raised an eyebrow and Bra explained, "Those cups are for punch, the other cups over there are for the Vodka." She pointed to a pile of cups 1/8 smaller than the large one that Pan was holding at the moment. "And even with those, you're supposed to sip it very slowly."
Pan laughed, "It's just Vodka, it's not like I've never drank it before."
Goten stammered, "But Panny, the stuff you drank contained 60 % water, this stuff is 100% alcohol. Since it was a royal occasion, the kind did not permit cheap wine to be served."
Pan nodded, "Fascinating." And finished her sixth glass. As she tried to refill it for a seventh time, Goten wacked the glass out of her hand.
"Pan! Stop! You don't drink, remember?! You're not old enough to drink!" He bellowed.
Pan snapped at her uncle, "Why does everyone treat me like a child? Even my own uncle! I've had just about enough of all of you!"
She turned and stomped off, careful not to fall incase her uncle laughed at her. As a matter of fact, she did feel a bit dizzy, and was seeing double, maybe she should go outside for the fresh air, yeah, that was a good idea.
Trunks raised his head just to see Pan run outside. What would he do now? He stood up slowly, oh great, now he had to chase after her, what great fun.
As he walked outside also, he saw, to his relief that Pan was not running. She was leaning against the wall, mumbling something to herself.
"Hey, Pan." He said in the most amiable possible.
Pan muttered, "What do you want?"
"I-I, erm . . . I was bored, so I came outside." As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, Trunks slapped himself on the head, he said the wrong thing again!
"Hmmm . . ." Pan merely nodded, she slid down on to the ground and sat cross-legged.
Trunks hesitated before sitting walking over to her, and sitting down beside her. Pan turned away and muttered, "Go away."
"Pan, I-"
"You what?" Pan turned around and glared at him, "Are you here to tell me how much you hate me? Or how ugly I am? Or how I'll never be good enough for you? Or how-"
Trunks silenced her by placing his lips on top of hers, and as they stayed there like that, all time stood still, and the moonlight shone ever so brightly on the couple that was meant to be.
Pan pulled away from him and looked at him in disgust, "Oh, so now I'm like a toy to you? One that you can do anything you want with? Well, I'm sorry, Prince, maybe the next that you're bored you can go and drown your stupid self in a lake? How about that?" She stood up and ran towards the night sky.
"Thanks a lot, Emit." Trunks muttered, "I guess that was wrong too, will I ever do anything right?"
"Actually, you might, if you chase after her now." Emit smiled down at the moping boy.
"Really? Hey! Where'd you come from?" Trunks frowned, slightly confused of the girl's amazing ability to be everywhere at once.
Emit shrugged, "That's for me to know, and anyways, why are you still dawdling here? Are you really that much of an idiot?"
Trunks scowled, "All village girls are the same, always calling me an idiot." He shook his head and ran after Pan.
~*~
How could he?
How could he?
Pan repeated one more, spitting on to the ground, how could he?
She had loved his smile, and lusted for his laugh, even when he had rejected her, she felt still a strand of admiration towards the older man.
Yet, clearly she meant nothing to him.
He was a prince.
What chance did she ever have with him? What chance did she ever hoped she could have with him? The single week of being together, she thought she really known him, she thought they had something special.
She now knew that those feelings were one-sided.
Like he said . . . he was bored, and even though, when she saw him, sitting down beside her, she felt a slight hope tugging at her heart. Yet, he treated her with such . . . such . . .
She shook her head, letting tears fall freely to the ground . . . how could she have been so stupid? Her life wasn't some fairy tale where the prince comes and rides away with the girl into the sunset. She wasn't Snow White, and Trunks definitely wasn't Prince Charming.
Pan stopped, out of breath because of the alcohol in her body, her head was burning up, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. But she refused to let the alcohol get the better of her, she slid down onto the ground, sighing deeply.
What happened? She had come here to the castle with confidence, with courage, with determination, but all her preparations had melted when she saw him . . . why?
Just as she placed a hand on her forehead, she spotted a figure, running towards her.
Pan scrambled behind an elm tree and stayed there, not moving, not even daring to breathe.
"Pan?" He called, "Pan! Where are you?"
"Like you care . . ." Pan muttered, struggling to stay awake.
"Did you just say something?" Trunks yelled again, "Pan?"
Pan wished she had just kept her big mouth shut when she saw him stepping in front of her, "What do you want?"
"To talk to you." He said, out of breath from the running.
"Well, I've got nothing to say." Pan turned her head, not wanting to look at the prince standing in front of her.
"You don't have to say anything, all you have to do is listen." Trunks sighed, "I-I didn't mean what I said the other day . . . and tonight, also, I've got this knack for not saying the right things, maybe it's because I'm nervous when I'm talking to you, and I blurt out the first thing that comes into mind."
Pan closed her eyes, half-listening to what he was saying, the other half, trying to block him out.
"W-Well . . . when you told me the other day . . .that you . . .l-loved me, I thought that you were possibly kidding or something, or making fun of me as usual . . . s-so I said what I said." Trunks looked down at the ground beneath his feet, "But, the t-truth is . . . I-I l-lov-lo- care about you too."
Pan did not open her eyes, would he admit to her that he loved her? If he did, then she would, by lord, forgive him.
"Pan, please." Trunks pleaded, "I'm sorry for what happened, I-I"
"You're a prince." Pan said slowly, "I'm a peasant, period."
"But, I-I"
"You're so used to getting everything and anything you want." Pan spat bitterly, "It's all just a game to you, after all, what would you possibly want with me? You've got your choice of girls waiting to wed you." She raised a trembling hand and pointed to the castle, "You should be there, not here."
"Pan, I really think that you should reconsider, I"
"Like I said." Pan laughed in a tone that frightened the violet-haired prince, "We live in different worlds, I am me, and you're like a god, go and talk with some goddess of yours, alright? And leave me alone."
"If you'd only listen to me, I'd-"
"You'd what? Really, we were once friends, and I thought, only thought that maybe we could've something more, but I'm wrong, and you're wrong, and I want you to get out of my sight." Pan said coldly.
"Pan, listen, I-"
"You're a prince, you're different than myself, you cannot possibly understand what I'm going through." Pan laughed that strange, cold laugh again.
"I may not understand what you are saying, or feeling, for that matter." Trunks stared straight at her, "But why can't you understand me?"
"Because you're a prince, you're different, no one can understand you, you're always a level above everyone else." Pan said without any void of emotion.
"I may be a prince, but aren't I also just a boy . . . asking a girl . . . for her to love him?" Trunks said softly.
Pan looked up, and as if for the first time, gazed into those deep, enchanting, cobalt blue eyes of his.
~*~
Ugh . . . what did I say again? I can't write fluff . . .
Remember to review! 'Cause I love your comments!
-Juunanagou4ever
Forgive me, for I know not what I do.
Yes, I know, Emit is really strange. I'll have a bit more about her in the next few chapters, and for all you who are wondering about Celeste? That's for me to know and for you to find out! ^^
I can't write fluff, I just can't, forgive me . . . I am horrible at it . . . please don't mind it too much . . .
~*~
Emit smiled gently, "I suppose that you know him, Pan?"
Pan muttered, "Yeah, I guess I do." What was she to do now? She didn't want him to see her, not now, she had planned on something, but it would not work with Emit instead of Marron, so he had caught her off guard. Now what was he going to say?
Trunks blinked a few times, "Is that really you?"
"No, it's the Easter bunny." Pan rolled her eyes, "Of course it's me, you idiot."
"It really IS you!" Trunks cried out.
And to Pan's total surprise, he ran up to her and gave her a giant bear hug. "I didn't recognize you! You look s-so different!!"
"Different how?" Pan wanted to know.
"Well, for one thing, er . . . you're in a dress, that's different, and as for another thing, you're almost pretty." He gasped at the death glare that Pan gave him and quickly added, "Not that you were ugly before, well, not that ugly, anyways."
Pan narrowed her eyes and walked away from him, and Emit laughed her strange, hollow laugh, "Smooth move, you just blew it, I thought princes were supposed to be lean, mean, talking machines."
"What did I do wrong?" Moaned Trunks.
"What did I do wrong?" Emit mimicked the moaning prince, "Everything, first off, hugging her was very wrong, since that proved that you actually didn't respect her as a lady, and second off, telling her that she was ALMOST pretty probably just made turned her off like that." She snapped her fingers making Trunks jump in surprise, "Although you know that she is absolutely stunning you refuse to admit that you do have feelings for her in fear of her dumping you as viciously as you dumped her."
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Stammered Trunks, "You're lying."
"No, I'm not." Emit smirked, "You know as well as I do that you can't deny your feelings for Pan, but when she told her that she loved you, you immediate reaction was no, no because you did not want to be hurt like the time when you were with Cel . . . er . . . Celeste, even though you didn't even consider your feelings."
"Y-You're crazy." Trunks inched back, "It's not l-like that, honest. And how do you know about Celeste?"
Emit sighed, "Denial doesn't help, you know, you should be wise to make a move before she gets over you."
"I don't l-like her, honest, I don't." Trunks whimpered, "And P-Pan's strong, she would've laughed it off when I told her that I didn't feel the same-"
"Are you strong?" Emit questioned.
"I guess so, I am the prince of this country, you know." Trunks muttered.
"When Celeste dumped you for him, did you laugh it off?" Emit demanded.
"No, but this was different . . ." Trunks' voice was barely audible.
"Oh? How so? As far as I can see, love is love. There's no other way to describe it." Emit snorted.
"I-"
"All I'm saying is that you'd be wise to tell her about your feelings before she starts to hate you even more." Emit smiled, "But if you are like what you claim, and if you do have no feeling towards her, then you wouldn't care if she hated you or not, right?"
"What do you suppose I do, then, if you claim to know everything."
The auburn haired girl laughed, "Hey, I'm not the one that adores Pan, you are. Therefore, it's up to you to get something done." She waved and disappeared into the crowd.
Trunks backed into a wall and sat down, what was he to do now? Could he possibly do what Emit told him? Was what she said all true? Did he really have feelings for Pan?
~*~
"Hey, Panny." Goten waved, flashing his usual grin.
"Hi." Pan said without looking up, she walked straight to the buffet table and grabbed a cup of wine.
"Who's that?" Bra asked, tugging on Goten's arm.
"Oh, she's my niece." Goten replied, "Hey, Panny, I don't think you should drink, you might get drunk."
"Hah, me? Get drunk? As if!" Pan laughed and finished the glassful in one gulp, while grabbing another glass with her other hand.
Bra smiled, "You're related to Goten? I could tell by the eyes."
"You're related to Trunks?" Pan gulped her second cup, "I could tell by the hair. Very strange colour indeed."
"Er . . . Panny, that's not beer, you know."
Pan stared at her third cup while dumping it down her throat, "What is it then?"
"It's- PAN! You're not supposed to use those cups for drinking that!" Goten yelled.
Pan raised an eyebrow and Bra explained, "Those cups are for punch, the other cups over there are for the Vodka." She pointed to a pile of cups 1/8 smaller than the large one that Pan was holding at the moment. "And even with those, you're supposed to sip it very slowly."
Pan laughed, "It's just Vodka, it's not like I've never drank it before."
Goten stammered, "But Panny, the stuff you drank contained 60 % water, this stuff is 100% alcohol. Since it was a royal occasion, the kind did not permit cheap wine to be served."
Pan nodded, "Fascinating." And finished her sixth glass. As she tried to refill it for a seventh time, Goten wacked the glass out of her hand.
"Pan! Stop! You don't drink, remember?! You're not old enough to drink!" He bellowed.
Pan snapped at her uncle, "Why does everyone treat me like a child? Even my own uncle! I've had just about enough of all of you!"
She turned and stomped off, careful not to fall incase her uncle laughed at her. As a matter of fact, she did feel a bit dizzy, and was seeing double, maybe she should go outside for the fresh air, yeah, that was a good idea.
Trunks raised his head just to see Pan run outside. What would he do now? He stood up slowly, oh great, now he had to chase after her, what great fun.
As he walked outside also, he saw, to his relief that Pan was not running. She was leaning against the wall, mumbling something to herself.
"Hey, Pan." He said in the most amiable possible.
Pan muttered, "What do you want?"
"I-I, erm . . . I was bored, so I came outside." As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, Trunks slapped himself on the head, he said the wrong thing again!
"Hmmm . . ." Pan merely nodded, she slid down on to the ground and sat cross-legged.
Trunks hesitated before sitting walking over to her, and sitting down beside her. Pan turned away and muttered, "Go away."
"Pan, I-"
"You what?" Pan turned around and glared at him, "Are you here to tell me how much you hate me? Or how ugly I am? Or how I'll never be good enough for you? Or how-"
Trunks silenced her by placing his lips on top of hers, and as they stayed there like that, all time stood still, and the moonlight shone ever so brightly on the couple that was meant to be.
Pan pulled away from him and looked at him in disgust, "Oh, so now I'm like a toy to you? One that you can do anything you want with? Well, I'm sorry, Prince, maybe the next that you're bored you can go and drown your stupid self in a lake? How about that?" She stood up and ran towards the night sky.
"Thanks a lot, Emit." Trunks muttered, "I guess that was wrong too, will I ever do anything right?"
"Actually, you might, if you chase after her now." Emit smiled down at the moping boy.
"Really? Hey! Where'd you come from?" Trunks frowned, slightly confused of the girl's amazing ability to be everywhere at once.
Emit shrugged, "That's for me to know, and anyways, why are you still dawdling here? Are you really that much of an idiot?"
Trunks scowled, "All village girls are the same, always calling me an idiot." He shook his head and ran after Pan.
~*~
How could he?
How could he?
Pan repeated one more, spitting on to the ground, how could he?
She had loved his smile, and lusted for his laugh, even when he had rejected her, she felt still a strand of admiration towards the older man.
Yet, clearly she meant nothing to him.
He was a prince.
What chance did she ever have with him? What chance did she ever hoped she could have with him? The single week of being together, she thought she really known him, she thought they had something special.
She now knew that those feelings were one-sided.
Like he said . . . he was bored, and even though, when she saw him, sitting down beside her, she felt a slight hope tugging at her heart. Yet, he treated her with such . . . such . . .
She shook her head, letting tears fall freely to the ground . . . how could she have been so stupid? Her life wasn't some fairy tale where the prince comes and rides away with the girl into the sunset. She wasn't Snow White, and Trunks definitely wasn't Prince Charming.
Pan stopped, out of breath because of the alcohol in her body, her head was burning up, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. But she refused to let the alcohol get the better of her, she slid down onto the ground, sighing deeply.
What happened? She had come here to the castle with confidence, with courage, with determination, but all her preparations had melted when she saw him . . . why?
Just as she placed a hand on her forehead, she spotted a figure, running towards her.
Pan scrambled behind an elm tree and stayed there, not moving, not even daring to breathe.
"Pan?" He called, "Pan! Where are you?"
"Like you care . . ." Pan muttered, struggling to stay awake.
"Did you just say something?" Trunks yelled again, "Pan?"
Pan wished she had just kept her big mouth shut when she saw him stepping in front of her, "What do you want?"
"To talk to you." He said, out of breath from the running.
"Well, I've got nothing to say." Pan turned her head, not wanting to look at the prince standing in front of her.
"You don't have to say anything, all you have to do is listen." Trunks sighed, "I-I didn't mean what I said the other day . . . and tonight, also, I've got this knack for not saying the right things, maybe it's because I'm nervous when I'm talking to you, and I blurt out the first thing that comes into mind."
Pan closed her eyes, half-listening to what he was saying, the other half, trying to block him out.
"W-Well . . . when you told me the other day . . .that you . . .l-loved me, I thought that you were possibly kidding or something, or making fun of me as usual . . . s-so I said what I said." Trunks looked down at the ground beneath his feet, "But, the t-truth is . . . I-I l-lov-lo- care about you too."
Pan did not open her eyes, would he admit to her that he loved her? If he did, then she would, by lord, forgive him.
"Pan, please." Trunks pleaded, "I'm sorry for what happened, I-I"
"You're a prince." Pan said slowly, "I'm a peasant, period."
"But, I-I"
"You're so used to getting everything and anything you want." Pan spat bitterly, "It's all just a game to you, after all, what would you possibly want with me? You've got your choice of girls waiting to wed you." She raised a trembling hand and pointed to the castle, "You should be there, not here."
"Pan, I really think that you should reconsider, I"
"Like I said." Pan laughed in a tone that frightened the violet-haired prince, "We live in different worlds, I am me, and you're like a god, go and talk with some goddess of yours, alright? And leave me alone."
"If you'd only listen to me, I'd-"
"You'd what? Really, we were once friends, and I thought, only thought that maybe we could've something more, but I'm wrong, and you're wrong, and I want you to get out of my sight." Pan said coldly.
"Pan, listen, I-"
"You're a prince, you're different than myself, you cannot possibly understand what I'm going through." Pan laughed that strange, cold laugh again.
"I may not understand what you are saying, or feeling, for that matter." Trunks stared straight at her, "But why can't you understand me?"
"Because you're a prince, you're different, no one can understand you, you're always a level above everyone else." Pan said without any void of emotion.
"I may be a prince, but aren't I also just a boy . . . asking a girl . . . for her to love him?" Trunks said softly.
Pan looked up, and as if for the first time, gazed into those deep, enchanting, cobalt blue eyes of his.
~*~
Ugh . . . what did I say again? I can't write fluff . . .
Remember to review! 'Cause I love your comments!
-Juunanagou4ever