Exploding Bottle of Wine
ATTENTION! I know that I misspelled a lot in the last chapter (*wink*) and it wasn't very clear (*wink**wink*), but I'm sorry. your just going to have to bear with me on the account of the poor grammar. As for the "fogginess" of the things Pan and Trunks were saying. Trunks is a little crazy, ok? Pan and Eleamer both left him (at different times) and now he is pretty much alone so yeah he's a little random and weird right now. And Pan. well you're just going to have to find out the reason for her change from tom boy to slut. (Ha, Ha, Ha ~ evil laugh).
~*^*~*^*~
Chapter 2~ People Change
"Trunks?" Pan questioned, as she pulled her hands out of his tight comforting clasp. A small, crimson blush smoothed it's way across her delicate face, embarrassing her, but it's heat wasn't warm enough compared to the ice cool chills that moved up and down her body.
He couldn't take his eyes off her and it was evident that he hadn't heard a word that she said. If physical love counted for anything to a woman then Trunks would get down on one knee and propose, but this was more than that.
"Trunks?" She said a little louder, waving her hand slowly in his face, trying to "wake" him from his silent daze.
Still, Trunks didn't respond. He was lost in her big eyes, her bracing smile and the way that her small red lips looked like two pillows softly resting on top of each other. How he wanted to lean into those lips and rest on them all night long.
"TRUNKS!?" She demanded, smacking him softly on the cheek more as a joke than as a threat. Of course, a soft slap from a sayian, even a ΒΌ blooded sayian, is not a soft slap at all.
"Ouchie!" He whined, cradling his cheek in his palm, like he did when he was just a little boy. "That hurt!"
"Oh! Dah poor little Trunksies! Does he have a boo-boo? Want me to make it all better?" She teased.
Now completely embarrassed he turned around motioning her away with a few flicks of his hand.
"Well I guess I should leave anyways. Since Eleamer is not here then I guess there was no point in my coming." She said, as she headed for the door.
He didn't even think for a few moments as he shouted, "No, don't leave me!" His eyes seemed to fly out of his head like a madman left out on a deserted island. Of course poor little Trunksies was well of with lots of money, but lost in the games of love. Apparently he forgot all about his sore little cheek.
"No really, I have to go anyway. I've already been here for five hours at least. I really should be trying to find out where Eleamer is staying!" She said, obviously aggravated and tired of being in this man's (who seemed so different than the boy she grew up with) house, for so long. It was clearly evident that she liked being with Trunks, but right now it was more important for her to see Eleamer. Besides, Trunks was getting just a little too weird for even the tough Pan, who wasn't here now.
~*^*~*^*~
Author's note emergency ~ The story is still going on, but I just had to say that Pan doesn't act the same anymore. she is still Pan's blood, but now she is pretending to be someone named Dixie.
~*^*~*^*~
"Can I take you to dinner tommorrow? Say seven, eight, nine, or six? Whatever you would like! Please! Please! Please?" He begged, once again reverting to child mode.
She wasn't quite sure and while her mind said no, her heart got the better of her. "Eight would be great!" She whispered, unable to hold in a large smile, which shown so brightly after being hidden away for so long.
He matched her enthusiasm, and grinned openly back as he walked over to her. Rapping his arm around her thin limb, as if he was taking her to a ball, he walked her to the door. However, he wasn't watching were he was going, but instead kept his eyes on her long red hair. Tripping on something lying around, which could have been anything (the floor had so much junk on it), he fell down to the ground bringing Pan down with him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he bent his neck to the side and whispered, "I'm sorry!"
"What time is it?" She quickly asked.
"Err. Let me check my watch," he mumbled, quickly moving her to the other side of him as he checked the time. "Eight."
"Shit!" She yelled, "I gotta go!"
"What's with the hurry?" He questioned as she quickly stood up, almost as if she was flying. Trunks however didn't notice. He was in such deep despair of her leaving so soon.
"I finally get a smart woman into the house and she has to leave!" He angrily thought as he quickly propelled himself up, to once again loom five to six inches above her. Not noticing this, he stood there, unsure of what he would do if she left.
"I'm sorry Trunks!" She called, running out the door.
Within two seconds, he watched her run back in, blush, and grab her shoes. Pulling down her skirt with her free hand, she headed for the door, but instead ran over to Trunks. Standing on her tippy toes she reached up, quickly kissed him and then ran to the door, again. As she was about to turn the knob she dropped her shoes and ran over to Trunks.
"Umm?" He whispered, as his mouth dropped in awe.
Reaching her finger up to his mouth, she closed his lips. Throwing her arms around Trunks' neck she jumped up and kissed him passionately, with no intention of stopping there.
Even though Trunks was intent to keep things going here, for the first time in his life, he wanted to know where this was going to go.
"Are you just here because you want my money and looks or is this really going to go somewhere?" he said rather bluntly.
She didn't answer and just pulled him back into the kiss.
Pushing her away he questioned, "Really?"
She saw that he was telling the truth. Amazed at this new Trunks she knew she should pull away, but giggled. "Silly!"
When she tried to pull him into the kiss for the third time, Trunks really began to realize something. For the first time he didn't want to do this.
"I'm sorry I can't do this. My heart belongs to a girl that left me and I just. can't."
"Eleamer? Isn't it?"
He didn't respond and walked into the kitchen.
"Well sorry Trunks, but I think Eleamer finally realized that you are such a pig-headed arrogant asshole. I bet you that's why she left you. You really love her? Is that why you're always sleeping around with other girls? Do you even realize how many girls' hearts you have hurt?" She yelled.
Still, he didn't respond.
"You know Pan use to talk about you. Do you even know how Pan felt? She would tell me you were this great and wonderful guy! That's not the guy I see now. All I see is a man that has nothing going for him. You'd be a nothing if it wasn't for your have Mommy's fortune. That's all you have to show Trunks. But damn, she use to say that you had these beautiful blue eyes that she could loose herself in, and this wonderful smooth hair that she would just give the moon, if she could just brush her finger against it. She said you had the perfect figure, but you know what she really talked about the most? Pan would tell me that you use to look at her in this way that would just make her go all funny inside and hell Trunks; she thought just maybe, you fucking loved her. Damn she sure was a fool! I'm guessing you use to be different Trunks, but the man Pan described isn't the man I see here right now. All I see is a pig! A filthy, good for nothing pig that never did anything good for anyone!"
So many emotions overwhelmed him at once. He felt angry toward Dixie, confused, mad at Pan, great that Pan loved him, strange, shitty, nothing, like so much to have Pan say those wonderful things about him and he also felt something else. There was this strange feeling that he felt for Dixie, but he wasn't sure what. Overcome with all these feelings his ki quickly started to rise. Rapidly he went from Super-sayin 1 to Super- sayin 2.
He just stood there, blinded from everything else as the tears just kept rolling down his golden body. For hours, it seemed, he dwelled there, lost in his thoughts. Maybe even a few days later, he powered down.
"Dixie?" he yelled out, but nobody responded to him.
The sweet pillow-lipped girl was long gone and Trunks could only pray to Dende that she would show up at eight tomorrow.
~*^*~*^*~
Alright well I guess I didn't clear much up and you are probably in more of a state of confusion.
Vegeta - Yeah way to go, asshole bitch!
Me - Shut up Vegetable and get out of my Fan Fic!
Bulma - Don't tell my honey-bunny to shut up! (Slaps me)
Me - Hey what are you doing here? (Slap Bulma)
Vegeta - Don't hit my wife! (Prepares to fire a blast at me)
Me - I better go. sorry about the confusion and PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS CHAPTER! (Teleport to somewhere else)
Vegeta - Where did she go? Oh well I'll get her next time. give her a really sweet review so she will come back!
ATTENTION! I know that I misspelled a lot in the last chapter (*wink*) and it wasn't very clear (*wink**wink*), but I'm sorry. your just going to have to bear with me on the account of the poor grammar. As for the "fogginess" of the things Pan and Trunks were saying. Trunks is a little crazy, ok? Pan and Eleamer both left him (at different times) and now he is pretty much alone so yeah he's a little random and weird right now. And Pan. well you're just going to have to find out the reason for her change from tom boy to slut. (Ha, Ha, Ha ~ evil laugh).
~*^*~*^*~
Chapter 2~ People Change
"Trunks?" Pan questioned, as she pulled her hands out of his tight comforting clasp. A small, crimson blush smoothed it's way across her delicate face, embarrassing her, but it's heat wasn't warm enough compared to the ice cool chills that moved up and down her body.
He couldn't take his eyes off her and it was evident that he hadn't heard a word that she said. If physical love counted for anything to a woman then Trunks would get down on one knee and propose, but this was more than that.
"Trunks?" She said a little louder, waving her hand slowly in his face, trying to "wake" him from his silent daze.
Still, Trunks didn't respond. He was lost in her big eyes, her bracing smile and the way that her small red lips looked like two pillows softly resting on top of each other. How he wanted to lean into those lips and rest on them all night long.
"TRUNKS!?" She demanded, smacking him softly on the cheek more as a joke than as a threat. Of course, a soft slap from a sayian, even a ΒΌ blooded sayian, is not a soft slap at all.
"Ouchie!" He whined, cradling his cheek in his palm, like he did when he was just a little boy. "That hurt!"
"Oh! Dah poor little Trunksies! Does he have a boo-boo? Want me to make it all better?" She teased.
Now completely embarrassed he turned around motioning her away with a few flicks of his hand.
"Well I guess I should leave anyways. Since Eleamer is not here then I guess there was no point in my coming." She said, as she headed for the door.
He didn't even think for a few moments as he shouted, "No, don't leave me!" His eyes seemed to fly out of his head like a madman left out on a deserted island. Of course poor little Trunksies was well of with lots of money, but lost in the games of love. Apparently he forgot all about his sore little cheek.
"No really, I have to go anyway. I've already been here for five hours at least. I really should be trying to find out where Eleamer is staying!" She said, obviously aggravated and tired of being in this man's (who seemed so different than the boy she grew up with) house, for so long. It was clearly evident that she liked being with Trunks, but right now it was more important for her to see Eleamer. Besides, Trunks was getting just a little too weird for even the tough Pan, who wasn't here now.
~*^*~*^*~
Author's note emergency ~ The story is still going on, but I just had to say that Pan doesn't act the same anymore. she is still Pan's blood, but now she is pretending to be someone named Dixie.
~*^*~*^*~
"Can I take you to dinner tommorrow? Say seven, eight, nine, or six? Whatever you would like! Please! Please! Please?" He begged, once again reverting to child mode.
She wasn't quite sure and while her mind said no, her heart got the better of her. "Eight would be great!" She whispered, unable to hold in a large smile, which shown so brightly after being hidden away for so long.
He matched her enthusiasm, and grinned openly back as he walked over to her. Rapping his arm around her thin limb, as if he was taking her to a ball, he walked her to the door. However, he wasn't watching were he was going, but instead kept his eyes on her long red hair. Tripping on something lying around, which could have been anything (the floor had so much junk on it), he fell down to the ground bringing Pan down with him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he bent his neck to the side and whispered, "I'm sorry!"
"What time is it?" She quickly asked.
"Err. Let me check my watch," he mumbled, quickly moving her to the other side of him as he checked the time. "Eight."
"Shit!" She yelled, "I gotta go!"
"What's with the hurry?" He questioned as she quickly stood up, almost as if she was flying. Trunks however didn't notice. He was in such deep despair of her leaving so soon.
"I finally get a smart woman into the house and she has to leave!" He angrily thought as he quickly propelled himself up, to once again loom five to six inches above her. Not noticing this, he stood there, unsure of what he would do if she left.
"I'm sorry Trunks!" She called, running out the door.
Within two seconds, he watched her run back in, blush, and grab her shoes. Pulling down her skirt with her free hand, she headed for the door, but instead ran over to Trunks. Standing on her tippy toes she reached up, quickly kissed him and then ran to the door, again. As she was about to turn the knob she dropped her shoes and ran over to Trunks.
"Umm?" He whispered, as his mouth dropped in awe.
Reaching her finger up to his mouth, she closed his lips. Throwing her arms around Trunks' neck she jumped up and kissed him passionately, with no intention of stopping there.
Even though Trunks was intent to keep things going here, for the first time in his life, he wanted to know where this was going to go.
"Are you just here because you want my money and looks or is this really going to go somewhere?" he said rather bluntly.
She didn't answer and just pulled him back into the kiss.
Pushing her away he questioned, "Really?"
She saw that he was telling the truth. Amazed at this new Trunks she knew she should pull away, but giggled. "Silly!"
When she tried to pull him into the kiss for the third time, Trunks really began to realize something. For the first time he didn't want to do this.
"I'm sorry I can't do this. My heart belongs to a girl that left me and I just. can't."
"Eleamer? Isn't it?"
He didn't respond and walked into the kitchen.
"Well sorry Trunks, but I think Eleamer finally realized that you are such a pig-headed arrogant asshole. I bet you that's why she left you. You really love her? Is that why you're always sleeping around with other girls? Do you even realize how many girls' hearts you have hurt?" She yelled.
Still, he didn't respond.
"You know Pan use to talk about you. Do you even know how Pan felt? She would tell me you were this great and wonderful guy! That's not the guy I see now. All I see is a man that has nothing going for him. You'd be a nothing if it wasn't for your have Mommy's fortune. That's all you have to show Trunks. But damn, she use to say that you had these beautiful blue eyes that she could loose herself in, and this wonderful smooth hair that she would just give the moon, if she could just brush her finger against it. She said you had the perfect figure, but you know what she really talked about the most? Pan would tell me that you use to look at her in this way that would just make her go all funny inside and hell Trunks; she thought just maybe, you fucking loved her. Damn she sure was a fool! I'm guessing you use to be different Trunks, but the man Pan described isn't the man I see here right now. All I see is a pig! A filthy, good for nothing pig that never did anything good for anyone!"
So many emotions overwhelmed him at once. He felt angry toward Dixie, confused, mad at Pan, great that Pan loved him, strange, shitty, nothing, like so much to have Pan say those wonderful things about him and he also felt something else. There was this strange feeling that he felt for Dixie, but he wasn't sure what. Overcome with all these feelings his ki quickly started to rise. Rapidly he went from Super-sayin 1 to Super- sayin 2.
He just stood there, blinded from everything else as the tears just kept rolling down his golden body. For hours, it seemed, he dwelled there, lost in his thoughts. Maybe even a few days later, he powered down.
"Dixie?" he yelled out, but nobody responded to him.
The sweet pillow-lipped girl was long gone and Trunks could only pray to Dende that she would show up at eight tomorrow.
~*^*~*^*~
Alright well I guess I didn't clear much up and you are probably in more of a state of confusion.
Vegeta - Yeah way to go, asshole bitch!
Me - Shut up Vegetable and get out of my Fan Fic!
Bulma - Don't tell my honey-bunny to shut up! (Slaps me)
Me - Hey what are you doing here? (Slap Bulma)
Vegeta - Don't hit my wife! (Prepares to fire a blast at me)
Me - I better go. sorry about the confusion and PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS CHAPTER! (Teleport to somewhere else)
Vegeta - Where did she go? Oh well I'll get her next time. give her a really sweet review so she will come back!