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One thing I would like to say, I love Texas. I'm from Texas. My family has lived in Texas since the 1700s. But, it is occasionally fun to make fun of Texans, cuz we have such a stereotype. And no, we do not ride horses to school. The closest things to a horse in my high school's parking lot were Ford Mustangs. (But the jerky guy in this chapter is based on a guy I really know here…he's so annoying and he thinks I'm his best friend…I can't get away!)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ/GT or Hoobastank. But everyone should own a copy of this cd. It rox my world!
Chapter 2: Running Away
Pan sat by herself in the back of her grandfather's private jet. They were finally heading home after their two-year world tour. It been a lot of fun, going around the world, doing workshops and at large dojos and throwing competitions afterwards, always with the victors fighting Hercule, who had always 'let' the students win. Pan herself had never actually competed; she had stuck to just exhibitions. Despite being the granddaughter of both Hercule and Son Goku, quite a few people had laughed when she walked into the ring. Pan, who had stopped growing when she was fifteen, had to admit she probably didn't look too ferocious at 5'3" and 110 lbs. However, she was ¼ Saiyan (not that anyone knew that) and that was more than enough to put her well above humans. Very quickly would the laughing stop.
Pan smiled. By far her favorite fight had been in America. Texas, to be exact, outside of Houston. All those people walking around with those ridiculous hats, and those big old smelly trucks… but anyway. She had been warming up outside the competition arena, and she saw the guy she was supposed to be exhibiting with across the way. He had a few of his student with him. At one point, they had all turned and looked at her, then burst out laughing. Pan hadn't really cared about the laughing but the students, who were all teenage boys, but the laughing by the teacher had really irked her. Pan, who was actually very good at keeping her Saiyan pride in check, let it take over.
When they entered the ring, the man as still smiling. "Well, little lady, I reckon you don't speak English, being a Jap and all, but I'll still tell you. I fully expect to win, seein' as I'm a man and you're just a little girl. I don't care how famous you are, that doesn't mean you can fight. But this'll still be fun, 'cause you're quite the little looker, aren't you?" his eyes swept over her small yet developed frame.
Pan was trying very hard not to blast this guy into oblivion. But, that would be too easy, so she'd just humiliate him. She adopted a face of what she hoped was quizzical confusion, as if she hadn't understood what he'd just said. The guy just chuckled again. "I knew you couldn't understand me!" Fortunately, the bell had rung at that time. Pan just stood there, watching the jerk. He had adopted a fairly decent stance, but Pan was not worried. She was still better.
"Hah, scared to fight me, eh, little lady? Fine, I'll start." With that, he charged. Pan continued to stand there, watching him. Two seconds before he punched, Pan stepped out of the way. The guy stumbled and almost fell. He turned around and glared.
"Sneaky little devil, ain't yeh? Fine, dodge this!" And charged again. Pan dodged again, but this time left her fist at stomach level. What the audience saw was the guy impale himself on Pan's fist. Waves of laughter broke out. The jerk regained his balance, breathing hard and red in the face.
"You bitch! I'll get you for that!" And he charged again. This time, Pan turned and kicked her leg, but made it appear once as if the man had charged head on into her waiting foot. The audience was howling. While the man was bending over clutching his chest, Pan elbowed him between the shoulder blades. He fell like a rock. The audience erupted into cheering and applause. The just stared up at Pan.
"How on Earth did you beat me? You're just a girl!"
Pan just shook her head down at him. "You moron. Never underestimate your opponent. And yes, I do speak English." She turned away, acknowledged the cheering, and walked backstage.
Pan smiled. Yeah, that was a lot of fun. From the congratulations she'd gotten backstage, that guy was not popular in the Texas martial arts circle. She'd make sure everyone back home hear that story.
She was happy she had gone with her grandfather for these two years, but she had also missed everyone back home. And she was definitely looking forwards to being able to train again. She'd occasionally flown away from their hotel and actually trained on her own in the past years, but that had been difficult in the more crowded areas. But finally, she would be able to train openly again.
One of her grandfather's personal flight attendants came into Pan's cabin. "We will be landing within the hour, miss. Your grandfather would like you to join him soon." She said. Pan smiled.
"Thank you Yuki. Please tell him I'll join him soon." Yuki nodded and left. Only an hour away from being back with her people . The ones who knew her heritage. Those that loved her.
Trunks. The name popped into her head before she could stop it. Pan closed her eyes, the smile wiped off her face. She still remembered what had happened the day before she left. Well, duh, of course she still remembered. Like she was likely to forget that anytime soon.
~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~
She had gone to Trunks, to say goodbye to him alone. Of course, Bulma had thrown a Farewell Pan Party, because that's what Bulma did. She invented stuff and threw parties. But Pan had come back to talk to Trunks alone. She wasn't sure what she would say, but she felt she had to say something.
Trunks had opened his window at her knocking, but hadn't pulled her into his customary hug. "So, you're leaving." He'd said to her.
"Ummm…yeah. You've known that for awhile now." Pan had answered, not sure why Trunks was acting so strange.
"But, you're really leaving." Trunks had repeated, staring at her.
"Yes, I am. What's your point?" Pan asked. This was not going how she had expected it too. What was wrong with Trunks? Trunks didn't respond. "Trunks?"
He turned to look at her. There was something in his eyes that said she'd never seen before, but what was it?
I don't want you to give it all up
And leave your whole life collecting dust.
And I don't want you too feel sorry for me
You never gave us a chance to be.
"Trunks? You're really kinda beginning to scare me." Pan murmured, moving in closer to her lavender haired friend.
"Pan, what am I too you?" Finally, a response.
Not the one Pan was expecting though. She took a step back. What are you talking about? You're my best friend, Trunks. Are you worried that'll change while I'm gone? It's not. We'll the same once I get back." Pan said.
And I don't need you to be by my side
And tell me that everything's all right.
I juts wanted you to tell me the truth.
You know I'd do that for you.
"But what are you leaving? What are you running from?" Trunks had said harshly.
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
"I….I'm not running from anything Trunks. What do I have to run from?" Pan stammered, although her eyes clearly showed that she wasn't telling the whole truth.
"You're running from all of us Pan. You're running from me, your parents, your memories. After all this time, you can finally get away from your grandfather. After everything we've done for you…after everything I've done for you…"
I did enough to show you that I was willing to give and sacrifice.
And I was the one who was lifting you up
When you thought your life had had enough.
When I get close, you turn away, nothing that I can do or say
So now I need you to tell me the truth
You know I would do that for you.
So why are you running away?
So why are you running away?
"Trunks, I'm not running!" Pan yelled. "I'm just going with my grandfather on a tour. It'll only be two years."
"So you're going to replace on tour with another? Replacing the memories, because they still tear you apart to think about. Who are you trying to forget the most: Goku, my, or you." Trunks' voice was like ice.
Is it me? Is it you?
Nothing that
I can do
To make you change your mind.
"I don't want to replace any memories! Not of Grandpa, not of myself, especially not of you!" Pan cried, a tear slipping down her face.
"Then why are you suddenly leaving?" Trunks yelled.
Is it me? Is it you?
Nothing that
I can do
Is it a waste of time?
"Because I want too! Why are you acting like this?" Pan said, her voice shaking. She had not expected such an attack like this.
Trunks apparently finally noticed the look in her eyes, and his face softened a bit. "I….it's just that…."
Is it me? Is it you?
Nothing that
I can do
To make you change your mind.
"Just don't bother anymore Trunks. I came here to say goodbye to my best friend that I'm not going to see for two years, and instead I get verbally assaulted. Good bye Trunks, I'll see you later!" With that, Pan stormed to the window and launched herself out.
So why are you running away?
Why are you running away?
(What is it I have to say?)
"Pan wait!" Trunks rushed after the girl. He thought about following her, but inevitably it would have come down to a fistfight, and Trunks didn't want to attract the attention of Gohan, Goten, and his own father.
"Damn. That went horribly. Why couldn't I just tell her why I didn't want her to leave?" Trunks murmured to himself miserably, leaning up against the window frame. I guess I was just afraid to tell her that…I love her.
So why are you running away?
(To make you admit that you're afraid)
Why are you running away?
~*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*~
Pan, of course, had no idea what had happened with Trunks once she had flown out of the window.
Pan shook her head lightly to clear away that awful memory. She had been mad at Trunks for a while, but had eventually gotten over it. She finally decided he was just being a typical guy. She gathered her things, preparing to join her grandfather. It was time to go home and face the music.
