Pan brushed her dripping wet hair back from her face and sighed.
"There is definetly something flawed about a guy who can't let a girl take a simple shower." She wiggled her feet into the gravel bank of the cold spring. It's time to get back to nature anyways, she thought. The fibers of the string hammock nippeg at her back until she put a twoel over them. Her clothes clung to her still damp skin, just like her thoughts to her mind.
Pan growled and rolled over angrily, trying to disperse the annoying memories that intruded on her day. The snarl was quickly turned into a suprised yelp as the force of her motion dumped Pan and the pink towel straight in the dirt.
"Back to... the creak." Pan rolled onto her belley and pushed gerself into a standing position.
*******
"Kami!" Trunks let one more resigned battle cry loose as his kick completly destroyed what was once a sand filled punching bag.
A piece of red nylon swung forlornly from the chain. "Like the shreds of my heart." Trunks' growl echoes solemnly, brokenly, though the Gravital Gym.
Sweat had matted the purple hair to his tanned brow above glaringly blue eyes. The mats omphed in pain when he flung himself on them, arms helf wide. His angry breathing filled the pained silence.
"I...am... the...Prince...Of....Saiyans..." Trunks said around his pants. Even distorted, it was a proud, angry statement. Was it also the source of his frustration?
A bitter smile creased his lips, eyes locked on the ceiling where his imagination projected images. Who could blame her for running to a human after the demands he put on her? He was a moody, melancholy, proud person... No woman wanted HIM. They wanted his money, or his looks, or his brains. Never him. Never the man raised by the harsh, scarred man he called father. Vegeta knew how to raise a warrior, but he was unprepared to shape a human being.
"She's just the same as the rest," he muttered, pounding on the floor in hope that maybe it would bang the words into his heart. "Just the same." His world, along with his thoughts, had come full circle.
Trunks wanted to run somewhere, cry, scream. Destroying something wasn't enough to expell the raw ache the little boy inside him felt. He almost wanted to destroy SOMEONE.
The adult in him delved within his training, knowing he needed to calm down. It was dngerous to go super saiyan when angry at a loved one. Vegeta taught his son that after nearly killing Bulma. Trunks concentrated on taking deep breathes. Then he let his mind wander once again.
His eyes shot open before he even knew he'd closed them. "I'm a genius!" He shouted and raced out of the room.
If he couldn't take his frustrations out on Pan, but at least Marron wouldn't mind a good spar. And he'd still be able to picture the feminine figure as the one person he was truly angry with.
Marron sat on her family's porch and drank in the summer air. Who would willingly disturb a day like this?
A hard thud and a loud "HEY! OW! WHAT THE...!" made her decide she'd thought too soon.
"Trunks?" She called, running to the front lawn so she could see him up on his perch. His face poking from under his arm told her she'd regret laughing at him. It wasn't often you saw a grown man tangled so badly in vines that he nearly hung upside down, with a pair of jalopeno boxers nearly pulled out by a nearby tree branch.
"I have..." he took a deep breath and tried to escape the branch. It only pulled more of his underwear out of his pants. "...a major wedgie."
She couldn't stop herself. She doubled over, tears building in her eyes as she laughed and giggled and chuckled.
Trunks would have laughed too if he wasn't in so much pain. While he untangled himself, he tried to continue a conversation with the girl paralyzed by laughter. "So, when did you get VINES on your house?"
Marron's eyes were still glittering when she could find the breath to answer. "Dad planted them the year after we went out. Didn't want any more saiyan boys getting ideas."
"Didn't stop Goten, did it?" Trunks teased. Suddenly, Marron looked like she was ready to cry. Trunks regretted being too busy to talk to his best friend lately.
"Oh, Marron sweetheart, I'm sorry... don't cry." His soft, caring voice sounded ridiculous considering his positon. Marron sniffed once and giggled at him.
"Um...Trunks?" Marron studied his underwear. "Want some help?"
The grateful look he shot her sent her into another fit of laughter.
******
"Come on Marron, stop holding back." Trunks whispered menacingly in her ear. He'd completely disabled her, holding her arms across her back. If he pressed up a little more, her arm would pop up out of its socket.
"Stop it, Trunks." She panted over her shoulder. Marron had one more ace up her sleeve, but she didn't want to use it. She shouldn't HAVE to use it, but then, she shouldn't have agreed to hand-to-hand combat either.
He tensed, unknowingly shooting pain through her shoulder blade and collar bone. It was like he needed to gain control over himself, Marron thought through the haze of pain. She was awed and a little frightened at the change. In all the years she'd known him, even while they dated, Trunks was almosty always reserved and in control of himself.
"You won't turn my into a wimp, Pan." Marron's fear grew. He'd lost himself so far, he didn't even know who he was fighting.
Time to play that card.
Marron reached her foot back inbetween Trunks' splayed legs and pivoted her waist. Her arms were wrenched away from his grip. Before he could recover from the suprise, she used the momentum to knee him in the groin and run.
As soon as she felt she had some good distance, she turned around and pulled her energy into her raised hand in preperation for the destructo disk.
When she saw the warrior laying on the ground clutching himself, she let it burn out while she laughed.
"Trunks?" She crept up on him cautiously once she was done. "Haven't you been kicked in the nuts before?"
He blinked at her. Sweat sheened his forehead and dripped into the dust.
Her only answer was a heartfelt groan.
"Come on Trunks." Marron grabbed his arm and tried to pick him up. "Geez boy, those desk jobs making you put on weight?" She joked.
"There is definetly something flawed about a guy who can't let a girl take a simple shower." She wiggled her feet into the gravel bank of the cold spring. It's time to get back to nature anyways, she thought. The fibers of the string hammock nippeg at her back until she put a twoel over them. Her clothes clung to her still damp skin, just like her thoughts to her mind.
Pan growled and rolled over angrily, trying to disperse the annoying memories that intruded on her day. The snarl was quickly turned into a suprised yelp as the force of her motion dumped Pan and the pink towel straight in the dirt.
"Back to... the creak." Pan rolled onto her belley and pushed gerself into a standing position.
*******
"Kami!" Trunks let one more resigned battle cry loose as his kick completly destroyed what was once a sand filled punching bag.
A piece of red nylon swung forlornly from the chain. "Like the shreds of my heart." Trunks' growl echoes solemnly, brokenly, though the Gravital Gym.
Sweat had matted the purple hair to his tanned brow above glaringly blue eyes. The mats omphed in pain when he flung himself on them, arms helf wide. His angry breathing filled the pained silence.
"I...am... the...Prince...Of....Saiyans..." Trunks said around his pants. Even distorted, it was a proud, angry statement. Was it also the source of his frustration?
A bitter smile creased his lips, eyes locked on the ceiling where his imagination projected images. Who could blame her for running to a human after the demands he put on her? He was a moody, melancholy, proud person... No woman wanted HIM. They wanted his money, or his looks, or his brains. Never him. Never the man raised by the harsh, scarred man he called father. Vegeta knew how to raise a warrior, but he was unprepared to shape a human being.
"She's just the same as the rest," he muttered, pounding on the floor in hope that maybe it would bang the words into his heart. "Just the same." His world, along with his thoughts, had come full circle.
Trunks wanted to run somewhere, cry, scream. Destroying something wasn't enough to expell the raw ache the little boy inside him felt. He almost wanted to destroy SOMEONE.
The adult in him delved within his training, knowing he needed to calm down. It was dngerous to go super saiyan when angry at a loved one. Vegeta taught his son that after nearly killing Bulma. Trunks concentrated on taking deep breathes. Then he let his mind wander once again.
His eyes shot open before he even knew he'd closed them. "I'm a genius!" He shouted and raced out of the room.
If he couldn't take his frustrations out on Pan, but at least Marron wouldn't mind a good spar. And he'd still be able to picture the feminine figure as the one person he was truly angry with.
Marron sat on her family's porch and drank in the summer air. Who would willingly disturb a day like this?
A hard thud and a loud "HEY! OW! WHAT THE...!" made her decide she'd thought too soon.
"Trunks?" She called, running to the front lawn so she could see him up on his perch. His face poking from under his arm told her she'd regret laughing at him. It wasn't often you saw a grown man tangled so badly in vines that he nearly hung upside down, with a pair of jalopeno boxers nearly pulled out by a nearby tree branch.
"I have..." he took a deep breath and tried to escape the branch. It only pulled more of his underwear out of his pants. "...a major wedgie."
She couldn't stop herself. She doubled over, tears building in her eyes as she laughed and giggled and chuckled.
Trunks would have laughed too if he wasn't in so much pain. While he untangled himself, he tried to continue a conversation with the girl paralyzed by laughter. "So, when did you get VINES on your house?"
Marron's eyes were still glittering when she could find the breath to answer. "Dad planted them the year after we went out. Didn't want any more saiyan boys getting ideas."
"Didn't stop Goten, did it?" Trunks teased. Suddenly, Marron looked like she was ready to cry. Trunks regretted being too busy to talk to his best friend lately.
"Oh, Marron sweetheart, I'm sorry... don't cry." His soft, caring voice sounded ridiculous considering his positon. Marron sniffed once and giggled at him.
"Um...Trunks?" Marron studied his underwear. "Want some help?"
The grateful look he shot her sent her into another fit of laughter.
******
"Come on Marron, stop holding back." Trunks whispered menacingly in her ear. He'd completely disabled her, holding her arms across her back. If he pressed up a little more, her arm would pop up out of its socket.
"Stop it, Trunks." She panted over her shoulder. Marron had one more ace up her sleeve, but she didn't want to use it. She shouldn't HAVE to use it, but then, she shouldn't have agreed to hand-to-hand combat either.
He tensed, unknowingly shooting pain through her shoulder blade and collar bone. It was like he needed to gain control over himself, Marron thought through the haze of pain. She was awed and a little frightened at the change. In all the years she'd known him, even while they dated, Trunks was almosty always reserved and in control of himself.
"You won't turn my into a wimp, Pan." Marron's fear grew. He'd lost himself so far, he didn't even know who he was fighting.
Time to play that card.
Marron reached her foot back inbetween Trunks' splayed legs and pivoted her waist. Her arms were wrenched away from his grip. Before he could recover from the suprise, she used the momentum to knee him in the groin and run.
As soon as she felt she had some good distance, she turned around and pulled her energy into her raised hand in preperation for the destructo disk.
When she saw the warrior laying on the ground clutching himself, she let it burn out while she laughed.
"Trunks?" She crept up on him cautiously once she was done. "Haven't you been kicked in the nuts before?"
He blinked at her. Sweat sheened his forehead and dripped into the dust.
Her only answer was a heartfelt groan.
"Come on Trunks." Marron grabbed his arm and tried to pick him up. "Geez boy, those desk jobs making you put on weight?" She joked.