Swing Swing- Chapter 1- Realizations
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
Gohan entered his bathroom and quickly shaved and washed his face. His clear complexion never needed more. Even now in his 40's he looked as young and healthy as his early 20's when him and Videl got wed. Of course this was due to his blood, he'd eventually grow old, but it would take much longer. However, his wife...Videl had started to get wrinkles under her eyes from the stress, here and there a gray hair, she just wasn't a spring chicken anymore, but he still loved her with all his heart. Her aging looks mattered not to his heart. For love is blind...isn't it?
The demi-saiyan made his way into his kitchen, finding his daughter. Pan was asleep, half on the counter half off, the phone dangling from the hook and drool falling off her mouth. He frowned harshley, this was the third night this week he'd found her like this. She stayed up all night on the phone with Trunks, which made the situation worse. Gohan very much disapproved of their "friendship" Trunks was already in his 20's, but Pan was just turning 16. He knew Trunks was over stepping the limits of a friendship with his daughter, and it made him uncomfortable, however he couldn't do anything. He felt it'd be an even worse move on his part to cause termoil over it. Maybe it was meant to be, but maybe not. He gently picked her up and took her to her bed, covered her up and left the room. Videl need not know what happened.
At 6 am he woke his wife, and kindly instructed her to wake their daughter. Pan woke up easily, but angrily and tempered. Gohan tried to ignore it, though it angered him because he knew she wasn't getting sleep. She was changing her life pattern for this boy, and he would enjoy ending it. Pan scarfed down her breakfast, 4 peices of toast, 3 pancakes, 2 waffles, a side of scrambled eggs, and 1 cup of milk, 1 cup of juice, 1 cup of tea. After breakfast she stood up and got dressed for school. She made it to the bus stop by 6:45, the bus would be there at 7. She looked down, maybe she'd chosen a bad outfit for picture day. Gray tight pants with some knicks and tears; she was always too rough with clothes. Her outfit was finished with her fingerless gloves, a pair of black hightop Cons, and a plain black baggy shirt. She shrugged it off and pulled a compact and lip gloss out of her backpack. She wasn't a huge fan of make up, but just a bit would work.
At 6:55 Trunks drove up to her bus stop. Offering a ride to school, Pan couldn't refuse it. She hopped over the door of his black convertible and waved bye to her friends. Trunks smiled, and leaned over and gave her a light kiss on her forhead. She blinked and smiled, "Hello, Trunks-chan. What's up?"
He smiled and shrugged, "Nothing much, just thought I'd give you a ride to school on my way to work."
She twirled a few locks of her black hair under her orange head band, "Thanks, It's always a pleasure to see you. What time did we get off the phone last night...I'm a little tired and I don't remember going to bed..."
Trunks just smiled, ignoring the bags under her eyes, "Euh....Around midnight?" He ignored the fact that she fell asleep on the phone at 3 am, when he hung up.
She pulled out a tylenol bottle and took a couple along with a peice of bubble gum. "Ah, I'm really tired, maybe I should take a nap today..." She said, noticing they missed the turn to her school, "Uh...Trunks...you're supposed to go that way," she timidly pointed a finger down the correct street.
He spun the car in a circle and stopped it, quickly pushing a button that flipped up the top of the car, he turned to Pan and in a swift movement that she couldn't help for its sexyness, crawled ontop of her. He started to kiss her, and for a moment, she returned the kisses, but remembered something vital.
"Trunks, today's picture day, I can't miss it, Mom and Dad will want to see the pictures and I have to be there for the pictures to exist..." Trunks frowned. "Alright..." He slowly took himself of her, trailing her with :kisses and pets incase she changed her mind. Pan got to school at 7:30, right as the bell rang. As an appology Trunks took her to coffee before school.
Pan walked into class just as the late bell was ringing. She sat down inbetween her two best friends, Alison, and Mai. She smiled widely, grinning, boasting even just by appearance as she sat back with her cup of Starbucks frozen coffee. Alison leaned in, "Where were you chic, you're usually here ten minutes early to chat?" Pan smiled and pulled out her wallet, flipping it to Trunks' picture. She sighed, "He's so dreamy...." Mai leaned in and looked at the picture of Trunks in his suit. "Nah...deary, you've got no idea. Hn, virgins these days, no sense of adventure. Look at 'im, he's plain, and boring, hun, get him in a leather jacket and shades then we'll see about 'im!" Pan tried to picture it but just shook her head, 'nah...he's much too sweet for that..' she thought.
The rest of 1st hour, math, Pan just read over letters and notes from Trunks. He was such a poet, so sweet, gentle to her feelings. He was the only one who really understood how she felt. In her mind he was the only thing in the world, and they were in love. If only Pan had a sense of prediction. She was blind to the fact that Trunks was well over her age, and that their relationship though mildly hidden was illegal. She was blind to the fact that Trunks might want to settle down and get a wife, something in which they couldn't do together for a few more years.
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
She closed her eyes and gave a soft giggle, taking in the beautiful scent of the red rose. She gently held it in her pale delicate feminine hand, each fingernail carefully painted a soft pink. She opened her eyes and looked up into his through her blond bangs. He wrapped his arms around her, maybe he should quit fooling around with the underaged girls. He had several of them, and they all thought they were the only female in his life. He warmly snuggled into Marrons embrace in the backseat of his convertible while she counted the stars, one for each day they'd been in love. Years. She knew of his younger companions, and she felt self consious and jellous. None of them were really his girlfriend, but with his charm he managed to keep them all hanging on to him. Marron was the only one who knew there were others, mostly because she was the only one that actually held his heart as well as he held hers. Marron was the only one he had emotional feelings for.
Again Marron tried her argument, "Trunks, love...if I'm so important to you then why not throw away these play toys? These..children..Trunks we're in love, we're of age, lets get married.." Trunks rolled the thought around, he really didn't need them. He didn't know why he kept them, maybe just to feel powerful, maybe his male ego. He sighed, giving in, he gave her a warm hug. "Marron, I love you. Let me clean up the mess I've made, I promise you're the only one for me..." She gave a smile, finally she might be getting her way. "Uh huh, and how many times have you said that to each of them!?" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I suppose I should be getting home now, I still have some cleaning to do around my apartment.."
Trunks grumbled, "Ah yes, that apartment, so small, you're so confined....Marron, my beauty, come stay with me for awile. I'm sure you could use your space and that way you can be sure of my being faithful.."
Marron let the idea stumble through her head on the way home. They aggreed, tomarow after work she'd get her more important stuff packed and he'd pick her up. She'd stay with him for a couple of weeks, or until she decided to go home.
Pan sat on her bed, a bit of a mess, candy bar rappers and soda cans scattered her floor, the average teenage room. She clumsilly ran through her room when she heard the phone ringing. All that she could think of was Trunks...it might be Trunks calling, Trunks wants to hear her voice...She picked up the phone, "hello?....Trunks! Hey!....what do you want to talk about?" Her voice started to teeter off, and her eyes started to fold down into depression. "...but...my age didn't matter before..." the tears started to fall, she couldn't help it. He was the one who was supposed to understand, he was the one who loved her. "I'm sorry...I'm not trying to cry..." Didn't he understand what this did to her? Didn't he know what it felt like to be thrown away?
Swing Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart
It's crashed by a former love
Can you help me find a way to carry on again?
Marron sat over the table, over ornate, and too big to fill up with only 2 people dining, therefor decorated with silk flowers and candles. She ran her fingertips over the soft glass plates with gold linings. She admired his silverware, silver with gold flowers wonderfully engraved in. Trunks came in the room, a kind smile on his face, and a bottle of wine in his hand. A fabulous dinner for her first night living with him, pasta, salad, wine to wash it down, and a perfect slice of keylime pie to finish it off. Marron picked at her food gently, eating slowly as a lady should. It reminded Trunks in disgust how all his younger females wolfed down the food infront of them with no manners or care.
As Marron finished her meal she wandered around in his oversized home, she settled in a room she liked, and slipped into some pajamas. Pulling down her soft pigtails delicately and brushing through her angel fine hair she relaxed, and securely fell asleep in the pink queen sized bed. A tall figure leaned on the doorway, watching his love fall asleep. The one out of all 5 girls he didn't even attempt to take to bed. She meant more than that to him. And she was right, it was time for him to grow up and settle down. Stop living a wild free life. He walked in the room slowly, and layed down behind her in the bed, his arm wrapped around her he smiled contently and slipped into a pleasant slumber.
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
Gohan entered his bathroom and quickly shaved and washed his face. His clear complexion never needed more. Even now in his 40's he looked as young and healthy as his early 20's when him and Videl got wed. Of course this was due to his blood, he'd eventually grow old, but it would take much longer. However, his wife...Videl had started to get wrinkles under her eyes from the stress, here and there a gray hair, she just wasn't a spring chicken anymore, but he still loved her with all his heart. Her aging looks mattered not to his heart. For love is blind...isn't it?
The demi-saiyan made his way into his kitchen, finding his daughter. Pan was asleep, half on the counter half off, the phone dangling from the hook and drool falling off her mouth. He frowned harshley, this was the third night this week he'd found her like this. She stayed up all night on the phone with Trunks, which made the situation worse. Gohan very much disapproved of their "friendship" Trunks was already in his 20's, but Pan was just turning 16. He knew Trunks was over stepping the limits of a friendship with his daughter, and it made him uncomfortable, however he couldn't do anything. He felt it'd be an even worse move on his part to cause termoil over it. Maybe it was meant to be, but maybe not. He gently picked her up and took her to her bed, covered her up and left the room. Videl need not know what happened.
At 6 am he woke his wife, and kindly instructed her to wake their daughter. Pan woke up easily, but angrily and tempered. Gohan tried to ignore it, though it angered him because he knew she wasn't getting sleep. She was changing her life pattern for this boy, and he would enjoy ending it. Pan scarfed down her breakfast, 4 peices of toast, 3 pancakes, 2 waffles, a side of scrambled eggs, and 1 cup of milk, 1 cup of juice, 1 cup of tea. After breakfast she stood up and got dressed for school. She made it to the bus stop by 6:45, the bus would be there at 7. She looked down, maybe she'd chosen a bad outfit for picture day. Gray tight pants with some knicks and tears; she was always too rough with clothes. Her outfit was finished with her fingerless gloves, a pair of black hightop Cons, and a plain black baggy shirt. She shrugged it off and pulled a compact and lip gloss out of her backpack. She wasn't a huge fan of make up, but just a bit would work.
At 6:55 Trunks drove up to her bus stop. Offering a ride to school, Pan couldn't refuse it. She hopped over the door of his black convertible and waved bye to her friends. Trunks smiled, and leaned over and gave her a light kiss on her forhead. She blinked and smiled, "Hello, Trunks-chan. What's up?"
He smiled and shrugged, "Nothing much, just thought I'd give you a ride to school on my way to work."
She twirled a few locks of her black hair under her orange head band, "Thanks, It's always a pleasure to see you. What time did we get off the phone last night...I'm a little tired and I don't remember going to bed..."
Trunks just smiled, ignoring the bags under her eyes, "Euh....Around midnight?" He ignored the fact that she fell asleep on the phone at 3 am, when he hung up.
She pulled out a tylenol bottle and took a couple along with a peice of bubble gum. "Ah, I'm really tired, maybe I should take a nap today..." She said, noticing they missed the turn to her school, "Uh...Trunks...you're supposed to go that way," she timidly pointed a finger down the correct street.
He spun the car in a circle and stopped it, quickly pushing a button that flipped up the top of the car, he turned to Pan and in a swift movement that she couldn't help for its sexyness, crawled ontop of her. He started to kiss her, and for a moment, she returned the kisses, but remembered something vital.
"Trunks, today's picture day, I can't miss it, Mom and Dad will want to see the pictures and I have to be there for the pictures to exist..." Trunks frowned. "Alright..." He slowly took himself of her, trailing her with :kisses and pets incase she changed her mind. Pan got to school at 7:30, right as the bell rang. As an appology Trunks took her to coffee before school.
Pan walked into class just as the late bell was ringing. She sat down inbetween her two best friends, Alison, and Mai. She smiled widely, grinning, boasting even just by appearance as she sat back with her cup of Starbucks frozen coffee. Alison leaned in, "Where were you chic, you're usually here ten minutes early to chat?" Pan smiled and pulled out her wallet, flipping it to Trunks' picture. She sighed, "He's so dreamy...." Mai leaned in and looked at the picture of Trunks in his suit. "Nah...deary, you've got no idea. Hn, virgins these days, no sense of adventure. Look at 'im, he's plain, and boring, hun, get him in a leather jacket and shades then we'll see about 'im!" Pan tried to picture it but just shook her head, 'nah...he's much too sweet for that..' she thought.
The rest of 1st hour, math, Pan just read over letters and notes from Trunks. He was such a poet, so sweet, gentle to her feelings. He was the only one who really understood how she felt. In her mind he was the only thing in the world, and they were in love. If only Pan had a sense of prediction. She was blind to the fact that Trunks was well over her age, and that their relationship though mildly hidden was illegal. She was blind to the fact that Trunks might want to settle down and get a wife, something in which they couldn't do together for a few more years.
Did you think that I would cry on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like being alone?
She closed her eyes and gave a soft giggle, taking in the beautiful scent of the red rose. She gently held it in her pale delicate feminine hand, each fingernail carefully painted a soft pink. She opened her eyes and looked up into his through her blond bangs. He wrapped his arms around her, maybe he should quit fooling around with the underaged girls. He had several of them, and they all thought they were the only female in his life. He warmly snuggled into Marrons embrace in the backseat of his convertible while she counted the stars, one for each day they'd been in love. Years. She knew of his younger companions, and she felt self consious and jellous. None of them were really his girlfriend, but with his charm he managed to keep them all hanging on to him. Marron was the only one who knew there were others, mostly because she was the only one that actually held his heart as well as he held hers. Marron was the only one he had emotional feelings for.
Again Marron tried her argument, "Trunks, love...if I'm so important to you then why not throw away these play toys? These..children..Trunks we're in love, we're of age, lets get married.." Trunks rolled the thought around, he really didn't need them. He didn't know why he kept them, maybe just to feel powerful, maybe his male ego. He sighed, giving in, he gave her a warm hug. "Marron, I love you. Let me clean up the mess I've made, I promise you're the only one for me..." She gave a smile, finally she might be getting her way. "Uh huh, and how many times have you said that to each of them!?" She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I suppose I should be getting home now, I still have some cleaning to do around my apartment.."
Trunks grumbled, "Ah yes, that apartment, so small, you're so confined....Marron, my beauty, come stay with me for awile. I'm sure you could use your space and that way you can be sure of my being faithful.."
Marron let the idea stumble through her head on the way home. They aggreed, tomarow after work she'd get her more important stuff packed and he'd pick her up. She'd stay with him for a couple of weeks, or until she decided to go home.
Pan sat on her bed, a bit of a mess, candy bar rappers and soda cans scattered her floor, the average teenage room. She clumsilly ran through her room when she heard the phone ringing. All that she could think of was Trunks...it might be Trunks calling, Trunks wants to hear her voice...She picked up the phone, "hello?....Trunks! Hey!....what do you want to talk about?" Her voice started to teeter off, and her eyes started to fold down into depression. "...but...my age didn't matter before..." the tears started to fall, she couldn't help it. He was the one who was supposed to understand, he was the one who loved her. "I'm sorry...I'm not trying to cry..." Didn't he understand what this did to her? Didn't he know what it felt like to be thrown away?
Swing Swing Swing from the tangles of my heart
It's crashed by a former love
Can you help me find a way to carry on again?
Marron sat over the table, over ornate, and too big to fill up with only 2 people dining, therefor decorated with silk flowers and candles. She ran her fingertips over the soft glass plates with gold linings. She admired his silverware, silver with gold flowers wonderfully engraved in. Trunks came in the room, a kind smile on his face, and a bottle of wine in his hand. A fabulous dinner for her first night living with him, pasta, salad, wine to wash it down, and a perfect slice of keylime pie to finish it off. Marron picked at her food gently, eating slowly as a lady should. It reminded Trunks in disgust how all his younger females wolfed down the food infront of them with no manners or care.
As Marron finished her meal she wandered around in his oversized home, she settled in a room she liked, and slipped into some pajamas. Pulling down her soft pigtails delicately and brushing through her angel fine hair she relaxed, and securely fell asleep in the pink queen sized bed. A tall figure leaned on the doorway, watching his love fall asleep. The one out of all 5 girls he didn't even attempt to take to bed. She meant more than that to him. And she was right, it was time for him to grow up and settle down. Stop living a wild free life. He walked in the room slowly, and layed down behind her in the bed, his arm wrapped around her he smiled contently and slipped into a pleasant slumber.
