A/N: Hi! It's me again! Thanks to all the reviewers who reviewed the last
chapter! ^^ Gomen nasai... it took a little while to get this chapter
out... I didn't really know what to write... because... one: I was spacing
out, and two: kinda writer's-blocky-ish thing... ^____________^ okies...
from the people I've heard from... this fic is confusing... (hehe) and it's
supposed to be confusing... but later on, everything will be clear... as
for the age differences... in the present Trunks and Pan are two years
apart... but in 'flashback' mode... they're fourteen years apart... like
how they're supposed to be in the series (right? Correct me if I'm wrong...
-___-) On with the fic!
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
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Memories
Chapter 2: That Feeling
Perspiration glistened on his smooth skin as he formed a ki ball in his palms. "BIG BANG ATTACK!" He yelled while releasing the burning blue light from his hands. It hurled towards the young female super saiyan.
Her aqua eyes shifted to the attack formed by the 30-year-old man with spiked golden hair that was coming towards her rapidly. There was no time to dodge that, and she could definitely not deflect or block that blast.
That only left her one choice. "Ka..." She brought her hands back, forming a reddish glow in her palms. "Me..." That glow grew larger and larger. "Ha..." Her shoulders shifted back a little, ready to bring the arms forward. "Me..." Her hands were brought to her front, pushing back a bit. "HA!!!" She thrust her arms forward, sending the relatively large ki ball plunging toward the attack that was nearing.
He never let go, still extending the ki blast towards Pan. She also continued to feed more energy into her kamehameha. The two blasts raced towards each other, finally clashing.
Pan fought to keep her flare from dying down. She kept pushing it towards Trunks. Little by little, his azure power drove her crimson blaze back towards the teenager. She pushed one last surge of her energy into the blast, hoping it was strong enough to overpower his big bang attack.
It wasn't.
Her energy faded, the cerulean energy finally impacting on her body. She felt herself fly back, marking the soil with a heavy dirt trail. Her consciousness faded as she dropped from super saiyan, her hair returning to its natural jet-black color.
Trunks' eyes widened as he rushed over to the battered female several feet away. He dropped out of his super saiyan form, his hair dropping and going back to its shade of lavender. He held her body up, looking at her cut and beat face. There were a few drop of tears in the corner of her closed eyes, threatening to drip and trickle any second.
He knew that he shouldn't have used so much power. She wasn't that strong yet. She couldn't handle it yet. He shouldn't have pushed her so much at once. But he did, and now she was lying in his arms, unconscious.
Nothing that a senzu bean couldn't fix, but somehow his heart still ached to see this 16-year-old beauty out cold. It was only sparring. Why did he want to cry and strike himself?
Was it because he cared for her so much? Was it because she was another little sister that he never had?
Was it... love?
He brushed a few stray hairs from her delicate face. He looked to her lips. How he suddenly had the urge to usher his lips to hers. He had gotten that feeling a couple of times before. He blinked once, twice... thrice. (hehe funny word: thrice! *cough* anyway...)
He couldn't believe it. He'd known her all his life. Grown to be her best friend. And now... loved her? Did age really matter?
She stirred, her eyebrows showing expression and discomfort. That feeling returned once more. Her big raven eyes opened slightly, blinked, and then fully opened. She was awake. Trunks felt ease in his heart.
She stared into his cerulean eyes. It was not too long ago she realized she loved him. All these years of crushing has finally led to something bigger. She longed to kiss him.
She was helped up. She was still weak from the blast sent by Trunks. She stood up only to find her ankles weak. She fell into Trunks' arms. She looked up at his face. His wonderful face.
He leaned in without thinking. 'What am I doing?' He said to himself mentally. He didn't stop.
Pan's eyes watched his face lurch forward millimeter by millimeter, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. His lips were less than an inch away.
Mindlessly, she thrust up, her lips meeting with his in a passion-filled kiss. A deep kiss, her first kiss with Trunks. Her first kiss ever. He tasted so sweet. That feeling returned once more to him, this time, as strong as ever.
They were sure that it was meant to be. It was destiny.
Suddenly, she jerked back. A churning feeling in her stomach. Like something was wrong. The same feeling she got a month or so before. That feeling of something coming. That same feeling.
* * *
She woke up with a twitch. A small, fresh layer of sweat formed on her body. She looked at her whereabouts. In her bed. In the Prince's quarters. In the palace. On Vegeta-sei.
She looked to the giant glass window not too far from her bed. Only two moons could be viewed from that angle. The moon was setting. You could see that dawn was near as the ghostly pink and orange colors filled the horizon.
Remains of a certain churning feeling in her stomach still lingered inside her. What was that dream all about? She and Trunks were thirty years apart? They had their first kiss after a small spar? He'd known her ever since she was born? They were best friends? Love? What? It was all too confusing.
She'd give it more thought later. It was only a dream.
But then again, dream could tell a lot more than it seems.
A dream could tell something in the past. Something in the future. Definitely something.
She looked over at the digital clock. Its red letters illustrated 4:00 AM. It was four o' clock in the morning; about time to shower, get dressed and get going to her mother's.
She stripped and climbed into the shower. The warm water surged over her body, washing away all the confusion from her dream. What an odd dream that was. It was probably nothing, just her imagination. She dismissed the thought as she rinsed out the shampoo that had previously been put in her hair.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the clean feeling of water rushing down her back.
* * *
She was up on the roof again. It was she and Trunks' favorite place to be. A place where they could talk, and have privacy. A place where they could overlook most of the palace and some of Vegeta-sei. She sat there, knees tucked to her chest. It was a calm, cool night, three moons still shining brightly.
She felt his ki below her. He was coming to her. She knew it. She sat there, waiting. It was only three days after they had kissed. Ever since the kiss, things had been so awkward. It was as if they couldn't communicate. She loved him. Did he feel the same? What was the kiss all about? It was just all so confusing.
He silently sat down next to her. He looked at the sky, to her, then up to the stars again. She could feel his emotion, his feelings.
"Pan, we need to talk," He finally let out, adverting his eyes towards her.
"Yeah," Pan agreed, making eye contact. His dark and mysterious eyes burnt with love. Yet, his eyes showed all his emotion.
"Pan..." He started but then sighed and failed to continue. He sighed again, with frustration. "I...don't know how to say this, but..."
Her stomach stirred a little, that feeling was beginning to brew up again.
"I love you," He finally spit it out.
Pan's heart was jumping. Those all the words that she had ever wanted to hear from Trunks. She smiled.
"I love you too, Trunks," Those words escaped her mouth before her stomach felt like total chaos.
The queasiness was getting to her. She couldn't stand it. She groaned with pain as she clutched her stomach.
"What is it?" Trunks panicked. He wanted to anything he could to help her. "What's wrong? Pan?"
She moaned with agony again, still holding her abdomen.
"PAN!" He held her as she blacked out from all the twinge inside her belly.
* * *
"Pan?" A male voice called, startling her.
She was still in the shower.
"Is that you, Pan?" The voice called again. She recognized the voice.
"Yeah, it's me, Trunks," She turned off the shower and pulled her towel from the rack, wrapping it around her perfectly fit body before stepping out to face Trunks. "God you scared the shit out of me,"
"Sorry," Trunks smirked as he wrapped his arms around Pan's waist.
"No you're not!" Pan smacked his arm playfully and tried to get out of his grip. "Let go! I have to get ready!"
"Where to so early?" He whispered into her right ear, somewhat tightening his grip.
Pan rolled her eyes. "My mom's... didn't I tell you this last night?" She struggled some more.
"Not that I can remember. All I can recall is that kiss," He grinned. "Wanna plant another one on me?" His hands slid up to her chest, where the towel was knotted and held together, preventing the cloth from falling. He began to loosen it, the towel slackening.
"Pervert!" She yelled as she elbowed him the best she could and grabbed the towel, making sure it stayed snug.
"You know you like it," He neared her again, a Vegeta-like leer plastered on his face.
"Trunks, I'm serious," Pan told him. Seeing that he didn't stop coming towards her, she ran out of the bathroom.
He dashed after her, picking her up and swinging her over his left shoulder, with no difficulty at all.
"Put me down!" She pounded his back. "Trunks!"
He winced. Those hits kind of stung. He took her off his shoulder and held her by the waist, swinging her headfirst to the ground.
"Trunks!" She screamed, "Put me--"
A knock at the door interrupted their "fun".
"Miss Son?" A male guard's voice called through the thick door.
"It's PAN!" She insisted, yelling a bit so that she could be heard.
"Uh, right... Pan?" The guard corrected.
"Yes?" She replied sweetly while Trunks set her down, right side up.
"Queen Bulma's looking for Prince Trunks, have you seen him anywhere?" The guard asked her.
"Uh..." Pan looked over at Trunks, "Yeah, he's right here!"
Trunks looked over at Pan with slit eyes, slightly glaring. She smiled angelically and headed into the bathroom again, to finish getting ready.
"Prince Trunks, the Queen wishes for you to report to her laboratory immediately," The guard informed.
"Thank you," Trunks sighed, "I'll be right there,"
~ ~ ~
Wind whipped her hair this way and that as she continued to fly back to her childhood home. She thought back to the 'vision' type thing she had in the shower. How weird. Just thinking about the vision made a queasy-like feeling come to her stomach. She began to see sort of a pattern.
Every time she thought of her 'dreams' a nauseous feeling in her stomach would appear. Every time 'she' interacted with 'Trunks' in her dreams, that feeling would come, and agonize her. How weird.
Is this normal? What was she thinking? Of course this wasn't normal.
Should she tell someone? Even if she did tell someone, what could they do about it?
Absolutely nothing.
Her mother's house neared. She would think about this later, just as she promised herself earlier in the day.
Yet all she could think about was this subject.
All she could think about was the nausea.
That feeling.
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A/N: Teeheehee! So, how was it?!!? A little more of Pan and her 'vision'- like thingies... is this making any sense yet? "hoe gaat het?" Heheh thanks to Mysato18 (don't know if she still has that pen name) for teaching me what "how goes it?" means in dutch!! Heheeheh! Anyway, plz r/r and tell me what you think! I'm a review-aholic so don't blame me if I don't really post if I have like two reviews... -____- so greedy, I know! I'M CURSED!!! AHHHH! *chokes and dies*
STAY TUNED!
-mrchezzysnickers
-mrchezzy@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
~ ~ ~
Memories
Chapter 2: That Feeling
Perspiration glistened on his smooth skin as he formed a ki ball in his palms. "BIG BANG ATTACK!" He yelled while releasing the burning blue light from his hands. It hurled towards the young female super saiyan.
Her aqua eyes shifted to the attack formed by the 30-year-old man with spiked golden hair that was coming towards her rapidly. There was no time to dodge that, and she could definitely not deflect or block that blast.
That only left her one choice. "Ka..." She brought her hands back, forming a reddish glow in her palms. "Me..." That glow grew larger and larger. "Ha..." Her shoulders shifted back a little, ready to bring the arms forward. "Me..." Her hands were brought to her front, pushing back a bit. "HA!!!" She thrust her arms forward, sending the relatively large ki ball plunging toward the attack that was nearing.
He never let go, still extending the ki blast towards Pan. She also continued to feed more energy into her kamehameha. The two blasts raced towards each other, finally clashing.
Pan fought to keep her flare from dying down. She kept pushing it towards Trunks. Little by little, his azure power drove her crimson blaze back towards the teenager. She pushed one last surge of her energy into the blast, hoping it was strong enough to overpower his big bang attack.
It wasn't.
Her energy faded, the cerulean energy finally impacting on her body. She felt herself fly back, marking the soil with a heavy dirt trail. Her consciousness faded as she dropped from super saiyan, her hair returning to its natural jet-black color.
Trunks' eyes widened as he rushed over to the battered female several feet away. He dropped out of his super saiyan form, his hair dropping and going back to its shade of lavender. He held her body up, looking at her cut and beat face. There were a few drop of tears in the corner of her closed eyes, threatening to drip and trickle any second.
He knew that he shouldn't have used so much power. She wasn't that strong yet. She couldn't handle it yet. He shouldn't have pushed her so much at once. But he did, and now she was lying in his arms, unconscious.
Nothing that a senzu bean couldn't fix, but somehow his heart still ached to see this 16-year-old beauty out cold. It was only sparring. Why did he want to cry and strike himself?
Was it because he cared for her so much? Was it because she was another little sister that he never had?
Was it... love?
He brushed a few stray hairs from her delicate face. He looked to her lips. How he suddenly had the urge to usher his lips to hers. He had gotten that feeling a couple of times before. He blinked once, twice... thrice. (hehe funny word: thrice! *cough* anyway...)
He couldn't believe it. He'd known her all his life. Grown to be her best friend. And now... loved her? Did age really matter?
She stirred, her eyebrows showing expression and discomfort. That feeling returned once more. Her big raven eyes opened slightly, blinked, and then fully opened. She was awake. Trunks felt ease in his heart.
She stared into his cerulean eyes. It was not too long ago she realized she loved him. All these years of crushing has finally led to something bigger. She longed to kiss him.
She was helped up. She was still weak from the blast sent by Trunks. She stood up only to find her ankles weak. She fell into Trunks' arms. She looked up at his face. His wonderful face.
He leaned in without thinking. 'What am I doing?' He said to himself mentally. He didn't stop.
Pan's eyes watched his face lurch forward millimeter by millimeter, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch. His lips were less than an inch away.
Mindlessly, she thrust up, her lips meeting with his in a passion-filled kiss. A deep kiss, her first kiss with Trunks. Her first kiss ever. He tasted so sweet. That feeling returned once more to him, this time, as strong as ever.
They were sure that it was meant to be. It was destiny.
Suddenly, she jerked back. A churning feeling in her stomach. Like something was wrong. The same feeling she got a month or so before. That feeling of something coming. That same feeling.
* * *
She woke up with a twitch. A small, fresh layer of sweat formed on her body. She looked at her whereabouts. In her bed. In the Prince's quarters. In the palace. On Vegeta-sei.
She looked to the giant glass window not too far from her bed. Only two moons could be viewed from that angle. The moon was setting. You could see that dawn was near as the ghostly pink and orange colors filled the horizon.
Remains of a certain churning feeling in her stomach still lingered inside her. What was that dream all about? She and Trunks were thirty years apart? They had their first kiss after a small spar? He'd known her ever since she was born? They were best friends? Love? What? It was all too confusing.
She'd give it more thought later. It was only a dream.
But then again, dream could tell a lot more than it seems.
A dream could tell something in the past. Something in the future. Definitely something.
She looked over at the digital clock. Its red letters illustrated 4:00 AM. It was four o' clock in the morning; about time to shower, get dressed and get going to her mother's.
She stripped and climbed into the shower. The warm water surged over her body, washing away all the confusion from her dream. What an odd dream that was. It was probably nothing, just her imagination. She dismissed the thought as she rinsed out the shampoo that had previously been put in her hair.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the clean feeling of water rushing down her back.
* * *
She was up on the roof again. It was she and Trunks' favorite place to be. A place where they could talk, and have privacy. A place where they could overlook most of the palace and some of Vegeta-sei. She sat there, knees tucked to her chest. It was a calm, cool night, three moons still shining brightly.
She felt his ki below her. He was coming to her. She knew it. She sat there, waiting. It was only three days after they had kissed. Ever since the kiss, things had been so awkward. It was as if they couldn't communicate. She loved him. Did he feel the same? What was the kiss all about? It was just all so confusing.
He silently sat down next to her. He looked at the sky, to her, then up to the stars again. She could feel his emotion, his feelings.
"Pan, we need to talk," He finally let out, adverting his eyes towards her.
"Yeah," Pan agreed, making eye contact. His dark and mysterious eyes burnt with love. Yet, his eyes showed all his emotion.
"Pan..." He started but then sighed and failed to continue. He sighed again, with frustration. "I...don't know how to say this, but..."
Her stomach stirred a little, that feeling was beginning to brew up again.
"I love you," He finally spit it out.
Pan's heart was jumping. Those all the words that she had ever wanted to hear from Trunks. She smiled.
"I love you too, Trunks," Those words escaped her mouth before her stomach felt like total chaos.
The queasiness was getting to her. She couldn't stand it. She groaned with pain as she clutched her stomach.
"What is it?" Trunks panicked. He wanted to anything he could to help her. "What's wrong? Pan?"
She moaned with agony again, still holding her abdomen.
"PAN!" He held her as she blacked out from all the twinge inside her belly.
* * *
"Pan?" A male voice called, startling her.
She was still in the shower.
"Is that you, Pan?" The voice called again. She recognized the voice.
"Yeah, it's me, Trunks," She turned off the shower and pulled her towel from the rack, wrapping it around her perfectly fit body before stepping out to face Trunks. "God you scared the shit out of me,"
"Sorry," Trunks smirked as he wrapped his arms around Pan's waist.
"No you're not!" Pan smacked his arm playfully and tried to get out of his grip. "Let go! I have to get ready!"
"Where to so early?" He whispered into her right ear, somewhat tightening his grip.
Pan rolled her eyes. "My mom's... didn't I tell you this last night?" She struggled some more.
"Not that I can remember. All I can recall is that kiss," He grinned. "Wanna plant another one on me?" His hands slid up to her chest, where the towel was knotted and held together, preventing the cloth from falling. He began to loosen it, the towel slackening.
"Pervert!" She yelled as she elbowed him the best she could and grabbed the towel, making sure it stayed snug.
"You know you like it," He neared her again, a Vegeta-like leer plastered on his face.
"Trunks, I'm serious," Pan told him. Seeing that he didn't stop coming towards her, she ran out of the bathroom.
He dashed after her, picking her up and swinging her over his left shoulder, with no difficulty at all.
"Put me down!" She pounded his back. "Trunks!"
He winced. Those hits kind of stung. He took her off his shoulder and held her by the waist, swinging her headfirst to the ground.
"Trunks!" She screamed, "Put me--"
A knock at the door interrupted their "fun".
"Miss Son?" A male guard's voice called through the thick door.
"It's PAN!" She insisted, yelling a bit so that she could be heard.
"Uh, right... Pan?" The guard corrected.
"Yes?" She replied sweetly while Trunks set her down, right side up.
"Queen Bulma's looking for Prince Trunks, have you seen him anywhere?" The guard asked her.
"Uh..." Pan looked over at Trunks, "Yeah, he's right here!"
Trunks looked over at Pan with slit eyes, slightly glaring. She smiled angelically and headed into the bathroom again, to finish getting ready.
"Prince Trunks, the Queen wishes for you to report to her laboratory immediately," The guard informed.
"Thank you," Trunks sighed, "I'll be right there,"
~ ~ ~
Wind whipped her hair this way and that as she continued to fly back to her childhood home. She thought back to the 'vision' type thing she had in the shower. How weird. Just thinking about the vision made a queasy-like feeling come to her stomach. She began to see sort of a pattern.
Every time she thought of her 'dreams' a nauseous feeling in her stomach would appear. Every time 'she' interacted with 'Trunks' in her dreams, that feeling would come, and agonize her. How weird.
Is this normal? What was she thinking? Of course this wasn't normal.
Should she tell someone? Even if she did tell someone, what could they do about it?
Absolutely nothing.
Her mother's house neared. She would think about this later, just as she promised herself earlier in the day.
Yet all she could think about was this subject.
All she could think about was the nausea.
That feeling.
~ ~ ~
A/N: Teeheehee! So, how was it?!!? A little more of Pan and her 'vision'- like thingies... is this making any sense yet? "hoe gaat het?" Heheh thanks to Mysato18 (don't know if she still has that pen name) for teaching me what "how goes it?" means in dutch!! Heheeheh! Anyway, plz r/r and tell me what you think! I'm a review-aholic so don't blame me if I don't really post if I have like two reviews... -____- so greedy, I know! I'M CURSED!!! AHHHH! *chokes and dies*
STAY TUNED!
-mrchezzysnickers
-mrchezzy@hotmail.com