Exploding Bottle of Wine
ATTENTION! Alright so this is the third chapter. Let's see. This is going to switch from what Pan is doing to what Trunks is doing. ok that didn't make sense did it? Alright well you'll just have to see! Oh and by the way. Pan is Dixie now so she has changed her identity. that's why she has long red hair and now short black hair (I find it easier to refer to Pan as Dixie right now because of this. I hope this clears up some confusion)
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Chapter 3 ~ Not able to Let Go
Author's note - This is happening as Trunks is beginning to power up from his mixed emotions.
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She felt, not for the first time that night, extremely weak. There were no glasses of water around and nobody to comfort her so she sat down on the ground, crossed her legs and prepared her self for some serious thinking. Putting her head in her hands she debated over what to do next. Not only did she do this to stop herself from falling into unconsciousness, but also to try to shut herself out of the world. It was simple that she could leave Trunks, but it was impossible to name all the crazy things he might do. If she stayed, however, she might have to face his wrath. This time, she decided to follow her head.
Reaching to her left, she picked up the flashy high-heel shoes, knowing she would never be able to wear them again. Like Dixie's old life, as Pan, the one shoe was broken beyond repair and even though the other shoe worked fine it wasn't enough.
Walking to the door, she watched Trunks with his head thrown back, tears spilling down his cheeks. His body flickered from tanned peach to a shiny gold. She had seen the transformation so many times and marveled at its beauty. Everyday she would watch him to see if he would be changing from man to Super-sayian. How she had wanted to have that strength and power, but now she didn't feel that need anymore. As the years went by her love for fighting had slowly died away.
Walking out the door she wondered if her love for Trunks was slowly dieing as well.
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Trunks felt his strength growing and surpassing that of man and machine. His scrambled emotions fed that power and is grew and grew. Moving from Super-sayian 1 to Super-sayian 2 he felt the hate from Dixie's words and the loathing of his meaningless life sink in exceeding the other emotions. He let the hatres consume him, and take control as his hair grew longer into a golden mane.
Moving from Super-sayian 2 to Super-sayian 3, however, his loathing feelings depart as love slowly crawled through the vanishing barriers into his heart. Nurturing every inch of his hate infected body into love, his hair grew even longer. Every spot that this love seed touched hair sprouted up. Soon he looked like a cross between man and beast.
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A girl with baggy jeans and big earphones blasting music from some punk band fell asleep on Dixie's shoulder. She was happy that she had taken the aisle seat, because she spotted a empty spot a few rows up from her and quickly sprang up to grab it.
"Fuck you!" The girl screamed at Dixie as her head fell down onto the ground.
This outburst from the young teen caused Dixie to smile and briefly recall some of the good old days as Pan.
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The scummy, old bus pulled to the side of the road and sat waiting for the passengers to fly off down its stairs moving on to whatever lay ahead. As an inanimate object, it cared little for who was going off and whether they had a problem or not. It just wanted to quickly move on to its next destination.
Two rusty doors slowly creaked open, signaling that the buses inhabitants could exit. quickly! One minute later, however, nobody had gotten off. In fact there was only one person left on the bus and she didn't seem to be getting off any time soon.
"This is the last exit!" Bellowed the rusty old driver, which was a perfect match for the rusty old bus.
Dixie awoke with a startled jump, grabbed her purse and slowly shuffled her way off.
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"Home!" She squeeled as she ran down the hilly slope and over to the door. Dixie could forget being cautious! It didn't matter if they found her out because after being away from a heavenly scene like this for so long nothing mattered. Screw love, screw hate, screw the last four years and all it's shit because now she was going to become alive again.
The door creaked open slowly, but with ease. The key was in its usual hiding place, under the "Welcome" rug and when she slipped it into the hole it went smooth. Easy as pie!
She dropped her purse and quickly drew her hand to her face.
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Tears spilled mechanically down her cheeks playing a game of tag. They slapped each other down to the ground, sliding along to plain black mascara. Maybe if she could cry just hard enough she could fill the little pond all the way up. Then maybe she could catch all the stars in the sky. yeah right like that would ever happen! Dixie recalled a song that all the girls use to sing at lunch time when she was a little girl. In her frustrated state, drawing her closer to the tip of insanity, she flipped over the edge and began to sing the words, between broken sobs.
"What is life? I see girls in their Short skirts Going to the dance I see babies in their buggies Pooping in their pants I see rain falling from the sky Going to the ground of family and kin I see the sun in the clouds Going into the beach dwellers skin I see lovers kissing Going to his home I see a bus of tourists Going to the famous Rome."
She drifted off as she realized that she had forgotten the rest of the words. The little children learned the song from Lianize's (one of her best friends at the time) older sister. It had a catchy tune, and because the girls were so smart they easily remembered the words. Everyday they would sing it, until the teachers heard them and told them that the song was dirty and disrespectful. The smart little girls, however, kept singing it, but only quietly when no teachers were around.
Trunks, the entire time Dixie sang, was holding his ears tightly in his palms and almost keeling over in pain. Dixie didn't mean to be such a bad singer, but her voice could not only wake the dead, but kill the living. He swore that if she ever fought in a battle and sang like that, she would quickly prevail. Her opponent would have to chop his/her ears off just to save them from that wretched sound.
"I see birdies searching for food Going until they can no longer sore I see the tears spilling from my eyes Going away from this meaningless whore I see death Crawling up my hair I see myself Going Nowhere. So I ask you, what is life anyway?"
She made the second part up, drawing from her self suffering and the misery from all the events that she had witnessed today.
Nothing responded to her plea.
"Life if a leech that sucks at every once of our being."
"Life is the sun that feeds us warmth, nurturing us back to health."
"Life is a burning torch that sizzles in the rain."
"Life is a mountain, damages by snow, rain and hail that still stands tall until one day it becomes the ground for another mountain."
"Life sucks!"
"Sometimes it just does.
Pan scrambles around tree and Trunks flies up to conceal himself in the branches and leaves.
"Life doesn't have to suck!"
"Come down here!"
"Fly up here."
"I can't."
"Then climb."
"I can't. I'll ruin my skirt."
"The girl I knew didn't worry about how she looked. The girl I knew was fearless!"
"I'm Dixie."
"I didn't say that you were."
Dixie quickly sucked in her breath, while mentally slapping herself in the head. In a complete state of shock she stared straight ahead while caught in deep though as Trunks meanwhile started to fly away.
As the energy from the ki that slowly trails after his path of flight whiped her long hair across her face she slowly bent her head up. He winked at her as she stuck out her tongue in a try at mockery.
"I'll see you tonight!" He yelled. Disappearing out of sight he left the helpless little woman to herself.
The only problem with his statement was would she even go? Dixie wasn't quite sure because while she wanted to go on one hand the other was hugging the tree and refusing to release. Even if she did go who would show up? Would it be the smart, controlled I-have-my-life-in-order Dixie or the little girl within her that was yearning to get free and once again open her box of laughs and smiles? Was it possible to fix a broken heel so easily?
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THANKS AGAIN. Anyway please review again and oh ya. For all my many fans (note the hint of sarcasm) I'm sorry, but this story has gotten so boring to write and that is why this chapter sucks. I didn't even revise this chapter. Sorry it's so incomplete. I'm not going to finish it I think EVER. Sorry I made you waste your time on this. Maybe I'll feel motivated eventually. Vegeta - There you are! Me - What are you doing here? Vegeta - Bitch, I owe you a present. An I eye for an eye! (Prepares to fire a blast at me) Me - Oh well I might as well let him. Bye for now Fans! Love ya and well please review and tell me to keep writing even though I probably won't. ((((( Just tell me that you think, k? Later P.S. If you really love my writing then when I do publish the book I'm working on if you ask me I'll send you the name of it and my pen name (
ATTENTION! Alright so this is the third chapter. Let's see. This is going to switch from what Pan is doing to what Trunks is doing. ok that didn't make sense did it? Alright well you'll just have to see! Oh and by the way. Pan is Dixie now so she has changed her identity. that's why she has long red hair and now short black hair (I find it easier to refer to Pan as Dixie right now because of this. I hope this clears up some confusion)
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Chapter 3 ~ Not able to Let Go
Author's note - This is happening as Trunks is beginning to power up from his mixed emotions.
~*^*~*^*~
She felt, not for the first time that night, extremely weak. There were no glasses of water around and nobody to comfort her so she sat down on the ground, crossed her legs and prepared her self for some serious thinking. Putting her head in her hands she debated over what to do next. Not only did she do this to stop herself from falling into unconsciousness, but also to try to shut herself out of the world. It was simple that she could leave Trunks, but it was impossible to name all the crazy things he might do. If she stayed, however, she might have to face his wrath. This time, she decided to follow her head.
Reaching to her left, she picked up the flashy high-heel shoes, knowing she would never be able to wear them again. Like Dixie's old life, as Pan, the one shoe was broken beyond repair and even though the other shoe worked fine it wasn't enough.
Walking to the door, she watched Trunks with his head thrown back, tears spilling down his cheeks. His body flickered from tanned peach to a shiny gold. She had seen the transformation so many times and marveled at its beauty. Everyday she would watch him to see if he would be changing from man to Super-sayian. How she had wanted to have that strength and power, but now she didn't feel that need anymore. As the years went by her love for fighting had slowly died away.
Walking out the door she wondered if her love for Trunks was slowly dieing as well.
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Trunks felt his strength growing and surpassing that of man and machine. His scrambled emotions fed that power and is grew and grew. Moving from Super-sayian 1 to Super-sayian 2 he felt the hate from Dixie's words and the loathing of his meaningless life sink in exceeding the other emotions. He let the hatres consume him, and take control as his hair grew longer into a golden mane.
Moving from Super-sayian 2 to Super-sayian 3, however, his loathing feelings depart as love slowly crawled through the vanishing barriers into his heart. Nurturing every inch of his hate infected body into love, his hair grew even longer. Every spot that this love seed touched hair sprouted up. Soon he looked like a cross between man and beast.
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A girl with baggy jeans and big earphones blasting music from some punk band fell asleep on Dixie's shoulder. She was happy that she had taken the aisle seat, because she spotted a empty spot a few rows up from her and quickly sprang up to grab it.
"Fuck you!" The girl screamed at Dixie as her head fell down onto the ground.
This outburst from the young teen caused Dixie to smile and briefly recall some of the good old days as Pan.
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The scummy, old bus pulled to the side of the road and sat waiting for the passengers to fly off down its stairs moving on to whatever lay ahead. As an inanimate object, it cared little for who was going off and whether they had a problem or not. It just wanted to quickly move on to its next destination.
Two rusty doors slowly creaked open, signaling that the buses inhabitants could exit. quickly! One minute later, however, nobody had gotten off. In fact there was only one person left on the bus and she didn't seem to be getting off any time soon.
"This is the last exit!" Bellowed the rusty old driver, which was a perfect match for the rusty old bus.
Dixie awoke with a startled jump, grabbed her purse and slowly shuffled her way off.
~*^*~*^*~
"Home!" She squeeled as she ran down the hilly slope and over to the door. Dixie could forget being cautious! It didn't matter if they found her out because after being away from a heavenly scene like this for so long nothing mattered. Screw love, screw hate, screw the last four years and all it's shit because now she was going to become alive again.
The door creaked open slowly, but with ease. The key was in its usual hiding place, under the "Welcome" rug and when she slipped it into the hole it went smooth. Easy as pie!
She dropped her purse and quickly drew her hand to her face.
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Tears spilled mechanically down her cheeks playing a game of tag. They slapped each other down to the ground, sliding along to plain black mascara. Maybe if she could cry just hard enough she could fill the little pond all the way up. Then maybe she could catch all the stars in the sky. yeah right like that would ever happen! Dixie recalled a song that all the girls use to sing at lunch time when she was a little girl. In her frustrated state, drawing her closer to the tip of insanity, she flipped over the edge and began to sing the words, between broken sobs.
"What is life? I see girls in their Short skirts Going to the dance I see babies in their buggies Pooping in their pants I see rain falling from the sky Going to the ground of family and kin I see the sun in the clouds Going into the beach dwellers skin I see lovers kissing Going to his home I see a bus of tourists Going to the famous Rome."
She drifted off as she realized that she had forgotten the rest of the words. The little children learned the song from Lianize's (one of her best friends at the time) older sister. It had a catchy tune, and because the girls were so smart they easily remembered the words. Everyday they would sing it, until the teachers heard them and told them that the song was dirty and disrespectful. The smart little girls, however, kept singing it, but only quietly when no teachers were around.
Trunks, the entire time Dixie sang, was holding his ears tightly in his palms and almost keeling over in pain. Dixie didn't mean to be such a bad singer, but her voice could not only wake the dead, but kill the living. He swore that if she ever fought in a battle and sang like that, she would quickly prevail. Her opponent would have to chop his/her ears off just to save them from that wretched sound.
"I see birdies searching for food Going until they can no longer sore I see the tears spilling from my eyes Going away from this meaningless whore I see death Crawling up my hair I see myself Going Nowhere. So I ask you, what is life anyway?"
She made the second part up, drawing from her self suffering and the misery from all the events that she had witnessed today.
Nothing responded to her plea.
"Life if a leech that sucks at every once of our being."
"Life is the sun that feeds us warmth, nurturing us back to health."
"Life is a burning torch that sizzles in the rain."
"Life is a mountain, damages by snow, rain and hail that still stands tall until one day it becomes the ground for another mountain."
"Life sucks!"
"Sometimes it just does.
Pan scrambles around tree and Trunks flies up to conceal himself in the branches and leaves.
"Life doesn't have to suck!"
"Come down here!"
"Fly up here."
"I can't."
"Then climb."
"I can't. I'll ruin my skirt."
"The girl I knew didn't worry about how she looked. The girl I knew was fearless!"
"I'm Dixie."
"I didn't say that you were."
Dixie quickly sucked in her breath, while mentally slapping herself in the head. In a complete state of shock she stared straight ahead while caught in deep though as Trunks meanwhile started to fly away.
As the energy from the ki that slowly trails after his path of flight whiped her long hair across her face she slowly bent her head up. He winked at her as she stuck out her tongue in a try at mockery.
"I'll see you tonight!" He yelled. Disappearing out of sight he left the helpless little woman to herself.
The only problem with his statement was would she even go? Dixie wasn't quite sure because while she wanted to go on one hand the other was hugging the tree and refusing to release. Even if she did go who would show up? Would it be the smart, controlled I-have-my-life-in-order Dixie or the little girl within her that was yearning to get free and once again open her box of laughs and smiles? Was it possible to fix a broken heel so easily?
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THANKS AGAIN. Anyway please review again and oh ya. For all my many fans (note the hint of sarcasm) I'm sorry, but this story has gotten so boring to write and that is why this chapter sucks. I didn't even revise this chapter. Sorry it's so incomplete. I'm not going to finish it I think EVER. Sorry I made you waste your time on this. Maybe I'll feel motivated eventually. Vegeta - There you are! Me - What are you doing here? Vegeta - Bitch, I owe you a present. An I eye for an eye! (Prepares to fire a blast at me) Me - Oh well I might as well let him. Bye for now Fans! Love ya and well please review and tell me to keep writing even though I probably won't. ((((( Just tell me that you think, k? Later P.S. If you really love my writing then when I do publish the book I'm working on if you ask me I'll send you the name of it and my pen name (