Author's Note: Okay, I know, it didn't seem like much before. I mean, just a sob chapter right? No good stuff... oh well, that's going to change soon. But, to keep you guessing as to what's next, here's chapter 2.
Disclaimer: I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I don't -- I mean I DO own Dragon Ball GT. ::throws a piece of steak in Goku's direction before he can attack::
One Surprise After Another
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
'Warm... mmm... so warm... but, where am I?'
Her eyes opened and focused upon a face in front of hers. She screamed.
"Whoa, Pan, it's just me!"
Quieted by the familiar voice, she risked a peek. "...Trunks?"
He grinned impishly at her. "Hi."
Sitting up and glancing about at her surroundings, she asked, "Are we at Capsule Corporation?"
"Nah, it's just a little winter house where I like to go to, you know, get away from the world," he replied.
Pan snorted. "Yeah, if by 'the world,' you mean 'the press.'"
"Cute, Pan, really." He shrugged. "Well, they run it, don't they? I mean, where would today's busy idiot be without the 'National Inquirer?'"
"Hmmm... good point."
"'Welcome... to the Real World,'" Trunks said mysteriously.
She rolled her eyes. "MUST you quote that movie? I mean, come on, it came out years ago."
"Oh, shut up. You loved The Matrix too, and you know it." He stuck his tongue out at her.
Sweatdropping, she countered with, "Oh yeah? Well, at least I know when to quit," and tugged at his ear.
"Ow! Hey!"
She giggled.
Removing her fingers from his reddened ear, Trunks pushed her down until she was on her back, head against the pillows. "Can we be serious for a moment?"
"I... guess so," she sighed, knowing what was coming. The fire in the hearth across the room crackled.
His lavender locks fell into his eyes as Trunks reached to the table at right and picked up a cold, wet compress. "So..." He laid it gently on her hot forehead, "what we you doing out there in the rain? Alone?"
She was silent.
At receiving no response, Trunks continued. "When I found you, you were facedown in the street, soaked to the bone, barely conscious." He brushed a few stray hairs off the side of her face. "What happened?"
A looked of pain crossed her face for a split second as she averted her gaze. Her normal, fiery personality had been replaced by one that was cold and empty.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes." He was firm. There was no way she was going to be able to change his mind about this. Damn it. She groaned.
"Please, Pan..." he said gently. "Tell me. I won't a soul, I promise."
She looked conflicted.
He gave her a dazzling smile. "Come on, aren't I your best friend?"
She melted. Now there was no hope of keeping it to herself. "All right, all right, already! Enough with the guilt trip. Sheesh. *sigh*"
"Well then?"
She sat up, and removed the compress. Slowly, as if unsure of her words, she began to relate the events: "It happened earlier today. My boyfriend called, saying he had something important to tell me, and that it couldn't wait until tomorrow. So he finally convinced me to go out and meet him. So I went and I waited for a long time, and when he finally came, I was so happy. I mean, I was worried that he'd gotten hurt or something on the way..." She trailed off.
"...And?"
"And... well... turns out, he... he..." A tear slid down her cheek.
"What did he do? He --" His eyes widened. "He didn't rape you, did he?"
"What? No! No, of course not. But he-- he said he wanted to break up..."
"Oh, Pan..." He looked at her with sympathy and understanding as he took the pale girl into his arms. As she cried uncontrollably into his cozy, flannel shirt, the ache tore at her heart. The feeling of abandonment. Of being completely and utterly alone.
"It wasn't only that," she whimpered, "but it was because he found someone else..."
"Shhhh... shhh... Pan..." Trunks stroked her hair, marveling at the ex's stupidity. 'Kami, if I had been there, I would have beat him to a bloody pulp,' he thought murderously. 'How dare he hurt my Pan... wait a second, MY Pan? Where did THAT come from?'
After several minutes of being held, Pan's sobs quieted down to the point that she was only trembling, and then finally was still. "Oh, Trunks..." she whispered listlessly. "Is there no one who loves me...?"
"Pan... don't think like that. There are plenty of people who love you."
"Yes, but... not the way I want to be..."
He hugged her tighter.
A few moments later, without warning, Pan pulled away, looking up at him. "Trunks...?"
He looked back down at her curiously. "Hm?"
Gently, she reached up and, taking up face in her hands, looked into his sky blue eyes one last time before leaning up and kissing him.
******
Whoa, now did he have that coming or what? Eheh, review now! ^_^
Disclaimer: I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I don't -- I mean I DO own Dragon Ball GT. ::throws a piece of steak in Goku's direction before he can attack::
One Surprise After Another
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 2
'Warm... mmm... so warm... but, where am I?'
Her eyes opened and focused upon a face in front of hers. She screamed.
"Whoa, Pan, it's just me!"
Quieted by the familiar voice, she risked a peek. "...Trunks?"
He grinned impishly at her. "Hi."
Sitting up and glancing about at her surroundings, she asked, "Are we at Capsule Corporation?"
"Nah, it's just a little winter house where I like to go to, you know, get away from the world," he replied.
Pan snorted. "Yeah, if by 'the world,' you mean 'the press.'"
"Cute, Pan, really." He shrugged. "Well, they run it, don't they? I mean, where would today's busy idiot be without the 'National Inquirer?'"
"Hmmm... good point."
"'Welcome... to the Real World,'" Trunks said mysteriously.
She rolled her eyes. "MUST you quote that movie? I mean, come on, it came out years ago."
"Oh, shut up. You loved The Matrix too, and you know it." He stuck his tongue out at her.
Sweatdropping, she countered with, "Oh yeah? Well, at least I know when to quit," and tugged at his ear.
"Ow! Hey!"
She giggled.
Removing her fingers from his reddened ear, Trunks pushed her down until she was on her back, head against the pillows. "Can we be serious for a moment?"
"I... guess so," she sighed, knowing what was coming. The fire in the hearth across the room crackled.
His lavender locks fell into his eyes as Trunks reached to the table at right and picked up a cold, wet compress. "So..." He laid it gently on her hot forehead, "what we you doing out there in the rain? Alone?"
She was silent.
At receiving no response, Trunks continued. "When I found you, you were facedown in the street, soaked to the bone, barely conscious." He brushed a few stray hairs off the side of her face. "What happened?"
A looked of pain crossed her face for a split second as she averted her gaze. Her normal, fiery personality had been replaced by one that was cold and empty.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes." He was firm. There was no way she was going to be able to change his mind about this. Damn it. She groaned.
"Please, Pan..." he said gently. "Tell me. I won't a soul, I promise."
She looked conflicted.
He gave her a dazzling smile. "Come on, aren't I your best friend?"
She melted. Now there was no hope of keeping it to herself. "All right, all right, already! Enough with the guilt trip. Sheesh. *sigh*"
"Well then?"
She sat up, and removed the compress. Slowly, as if unsure of her words, she began to relate the events: "It happened earlier today. My boyfriend called, saying he had something important to tell me, and that it couldn't wait until tomorrow. So he finally convinced me to go out and meet him. So I went and I waited for a long time, and when he finally came, I was so happy. I mean, I was worried that he'd gotten hurt or something on the way..." She trailed off.
"...And?"
"And... well... turns out, he... he..." A tear slid down her cheek.
"What did he do? He --" His eyes widened. "He didn't rape you, did he?"
"What? No! No, of course not. But he-- he said he wanted to break up..."
"Oh, Pan..." He looked at her with sympathy and understanding as he took the pale girl into his arms. As she cried uncontrollably into his cozy, flannel shirt, the ache tore at her heart. The feeling of abandonment. Of being completely and utterly alone.
"It wasn't only that," she whimpered, "but it was because he found someone else..."
"Shhhh... shhh... Pan..." Trunks stroked her hair, marveling at the ex's stupidity. 'Kami, if I had been there, I would have beat him to a bloody pulp,' he thought murderously. 'How dare he hurt my Pan... wait a second, MY Pan? Where did THAT come from?'
After several minutes of being held, Pan's sobs quieted down to the point that she was only trembling, and then finally was still. "Oh, Trunks..." she whispered listlessly. "Is there no one who loves me...?"
"Pan... don't think like that. There are plenty of people who love you."
"Yes, but... not the way I want to be..."
He hugged her tighter.
A few moments later, without warning, Pan pulled away, looking up at him. "Trunks...?"
He looked back down at her curiously. "Hm?"
Gently, she reached up and, taking up face in her hands, looked into his sky blue eyes one last time before leaning up and kissing him.
******
Whoa, now did he have that coming or what? Eheh, review now! ^_^