Had to work double overtime to get this out today. I was trying to work fast because we're poor and we're getting our AOL cut off. Don't worry, I'll still be able to update, but the alternative Internet source we have is very slow and often freezes, so I wanted to use the benefits of AOL while I still can. Anyway, as for what this chapter has in store... well, the only way to describe it would be, "chaos". You'll see what I mean... hehehe.
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Chapter 8
Trunks slowly stood up from the floor of the hidden room in his father's GR, bringing Pan along with him. He stared at Pyra, her arms crossed over her chest, as if she was a ghost. No matter how many times he blinked and looked back at Pan, who's hands he was still holding, Pyra just wouldn't disappear. Damn it. Why was Kami so cruel?
"Uh... Pyra..." He stuttered, glancing back and forth from her to Pan. "Wh... What are you doing here?"
"That's beside the point," She replied in a nasty tone, then pointed at Pan. "What is SHE doing here?"
Pan looked at the other two people in the room and sighed, letting go of Trunks' hands. She decided to actually be an adult for once and let these two work things out for themselves. She told Trunks as much as she left quietly out of the room.
"Wait, Pan!" Trunks called, but she only shook her head and kept walking.
Trunks also sighed and ran a hand through his hair as Pyra came up to him, fussing over his wounded arm and questioning him about what he and Pan were just doing (although you would think it would be quite obvious), but he couldn't hear her. He was too busy running out of the GR and trying to catch Pan. But she had already climbed into her window and closed it when he got outside.
~*~
Pan sat down on her bed and let out an exasperated sigh. The one moment she's actually happy in a month's time, that stupid bitch had to come and ruin it. She knew it was too good to be true. But there was something about the way Trunks looked at her that told her that maybe, just maybe, he'd kick Pyra to the curb and come running back to her with open arms, ready push everything bad that ever happened between them away, so that they could start over again.
Her heart stopped though as she looked back outside. Trunks and Pyra were enclosed in a tight lip-lock, and neither one of them looked like it was something repulsive or totally unacceptable. However, instead of sinking to the floor and crying like she wanted to do, she just shook her head and decided once and for all to give up on Trunks. It was obviously doing nothing for her. She just couldn't have him, simple as that. Sure, it hurt to see it, it hurt like hell, but it was time she let go.
Trunks was just another one of those things Kami gave and took away...
~*~
"No!" An enraged father shouted from his perch in the heavens, or the Other World that is. He sat on the ground with his hands buried in his hair, as if he was going to rip it out through all the frustration he was under, which at the moment wouldn't be nearly as painful as watching his daughter in so much emotional pain.
"Calm down, Gohan," Goku said, trying to console his son. He put his hands on his shoulders and felt him nearly trembling in anger.
"How am I supposed to calm down?" Gohan screamed back, never taking his eyes off of the scene on Earth. "He hurt my little girl again! She's given up hope! I can't just sit here and do nothing about it whatsoever!"
"You can't go back down there, Gohan," Goku told him in a stern, fatherly tone. "You can't change what's happened."
"The hell he can't," Chichi disagreed as she approached her husband and son. "He can't just do that to my granddaughter and get away with it." In Chichi's eyes, if her son could help protect the world when he was just a child, he was capable of doing anything and everything he set his mind to, dead or not.
Goku sighed. He too felt almost as stressed out as Gohan did, having to listen to his wife and son bicker and fight with him about what was right and what was wrong and whether or not to intervene in the Pan/Trunks situation. Goku had admitted that he didn't have such good feelings about Trunks at the moment either, but he, along with the Supreme Kai, told Gohan there was nothing more he could do. So he'd been sitting there stewing in his own anger, and just as soon as the tiniest glimmer of hope had shone up, it died. Goku felt sorry for his son, and granddaughter, but he was powerless to stop any of it. And Gohan knew that too, he was just a little more stubborn than Goku thought.
"Look at her, Dad," Gohan said miserably as he stared at his daughter. "She's totally numb now. She has no feelings... almost like... Vegeta."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
The Sons turned around to the always scowling Prince of Saiyans who was, as usual, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. He'd also been monitoring the events on Earth, not that he was trying to check up on his brat or anything (yeah right), but because it seemed to have Kakarrot and his spawn all worked up, leaving him without a decent sparring partner and nothing else to do.
"Don't you want your son to find happiness?" Gohan asked Vegeta, never once turning his head away from the vision of Pan. "Do you want him to end up cold like you?"
"Why not?" Vegeta replied. "It'll make him a good warrior that way. And it'll do your brat good too, boy." He received irritated looks and groans from the Sons, but he surprised them with his next statement, "Besides, I obviously couldn't have been that cold-hearted... I bonded with the woman..."
Everyone stared at him wide-eyed, wondering what in hell made him come to that conclusion. It was true, but for him to admit that he actually loved someone, although not in those words, was a damn miracle. It was almost more unbelievable than any Saiyan having a loss of appetite.
Having reviewed that information in his mind, Gohan grinned almost sadistically as he walked over to Vegeta. "Vegeta, I have a little proposition for you..."
~*~
Trunks pushed the evil redhead off of him and stared at her audacity. He had just gotten through telling her, or trying to explain to her, that it was over, and she had the nerve to kiss him. What was this bitch's problem?
He looked across the yard towards Pan's house, and when he saw her head lower from her window, he could've died. He knew what she must be thinking, but as he attempted to walk over there and straighten things out, Pyra grabbed his arm.
"Would you get off me, Pyra!" He shouted to her, yanking his uninjured arm free, but she grabbed it again. "What the hell is your problem?"
"What the hell is YOUR problem?" Pyra asked as he yanked his arm free again. She walked with him as he advanced towards the Son house. "How dare you go to her after what she did to me?"
Trunks stopped suddenly, Pyra bumping into the back of him. Without turning to her, he asked in a very irritated, very low, angry voice, "What did she do to you, Pyra?"
Pyra crossed her arms over her chest again, and although he couldn't see her, he knew her face was twisted up in an infuriated expression. "SHE put me in that mental hospital, that's what she did."
Trunks groaned, wondering what the hell he was smoking when he thought going out with this bitch was a good idea, why Gohan didn't kill him for making such a stupid mistake, and why Kami permitted a woman this imprudent to walk the Earth. "Look, Pyra, you have no clue Pan was the one who did that to you, and you know it." She did do it of course, but Pyra had no evidence to pin her to the "crime". Just because they didn't have the best relationship wasn't enough. It was the principle of the thing, and for once, Trunks felt like beating her senseless instead of Pan feeling that way, like she usually did.
"Who else would do it?" Pyra asked, still irritated that he would even suggest that she was wrong.
Trunks whipped around then, his anger getting the best of him. "Damn it, Pyra, how the hell am I supposed to know? And more importantly, who the fuck told you that I even wanted to go back to you when you got out of the funny farm? What gives you the right to come in here, demanding explanations for things that are none of your business any more?! This is my life and you have no right to think I belong to you!" He sighed loudly then. Pyra was more irksome (A/N: Haha, very funny word.) than a rash would be if he had one. "How the hell did you get out anyway?"
Pyra blinked a few times, a little scared. She'd never seen him angry before, especially not this angry. She lowered her voice and her head as she answered this time. "My brother, the one who's a lawyer, threatened to sue them if they didn't release me. And my other brother, he's a doctor, got some papers or something declaring me mentally competent." She looked up at him, with sad blue eyes, pleading to him. "And I never thought you belonged to me. I just thought.... I never realized that my... incarceration would make you want to leave me... especially for HER."
Trunks had almost felt sorry for her, until that last statement. The way she said, "her" made his once decreasing anger rise up again, but he was still calmer than before. He sighed once again, thinking it was probably as good a time as any to tell her exactly why he ever went out with her in the first place.
~*~
"I can not believe I let you drag me back down to this dreadful mud ball of a planet," An angry, raspy voice said to his taller but younger companion. "I thought I left this piece of shit forever when I died!"
"Oh, shut up, Vegeta," Gohan answered. "Keep your bullshit to yourself. I'm not in the mood, and we have a job to do."
Vegeta mumbled some obscenities under his breath, while walking across the Capsule Corp. lawn behind Gohan. He didn't want to go back to Earth, but the only reason he did was because Gohan promised him a week's worth of sparring if he cooperated and did exactly what he asked him to. They practically had to beg the Supreme Kai to let them come back down, but the catch was that they only had an hour to do their business and then they were automatically transported back to the Other World, no exceptions. Vegeta's only real problem with that was that he couldn't see the woman.
Almost as an after thought he looked inside one of the windows of the house and stared at her for awhile. She looked just like he remembered, not that much older or anything. Her blue hair was the same, her eyes were the same, and as she laughed with Kakarrot's brat's mate, he noticed even that was the same. It was a shame she couldn't see him, and he almost felt sad as he watched her, but Kakarrot's brat's whining and calling his name snapped him out of his trance.
"Stupid half-breeds and their over-angered tendencies..."
~*~
"Listen, Pyra," Trunks started, trying to form the right words so that he didn't hurt or anger her in any way, but so she got the message that he wanted her out of his life. It was pretty hard, especially when she proved to be very emotional and attached when it came to the lavender-haired warrior. "I have to tell you something."
"No, you don't," Pyra answered, her voice quick and urgent. Her eyes somehow grew wider, and she looked excessively panicked and paranoid as she kept glancing all around her. "You don't have to tell me anything... that's nonsense."
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, turning her face to his. She looked so frightened that he almost didn't want to tell her, but when she nodded and seemed to calm down a little bit, he cleared his throat, and with one last sigh, he began with, "I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, and you're going to be angry..."
"Trunks!"
Trunks stopped and looked in the direction of the voice he'd just heard, hoping it wasn't the voice he thought he heard. When his suspicions were confirmed, his mouth dropped, and the increasingly blinding light that slowly formed around the owner of the angry voice, made his heart take an athletic leap into his throat.
"Not now... I don't want to die now..." He muttered, attempting to swallow his heart back down.
Pyra narrowed her eyes and turned her head, following the direction of his terrified, crystal blue eyes, but she didn't see the angry half-Saiyan of course, the halo above his head glowing as brightly as the golden aura around him.
"Trunks, what the hell is your problem?" His voice was low and vehemence flowed off it like waterfalls of anger.
"Gohan, this isn't the time..." Trunks said through gritted teeth, gesturing with his eyes towards the bewildered red-head in front of him.
"Trunks, who are you talking to?" Pyra asked, looking like a scared child as she clung to him.
However, she didn't get answered, and through her eyes, Trunks suddenly broke free of her and his wounded arm was raised, and apparently a hurtful pressure was being exerted on it, for he started to wail with pain.
"Gohan, let go of my arm!" Trunks screamed. "It already feels like a train ran over it!"
"You think I give a fuck?!" Gohan screamed back, purposely putting more pressure on Trunks' arm, making him almost weak in the knees from the pain. "All I do give a fuck about is my family, and you have to constantly screw my only daughter over because you have a dumb ass, selfish, manipulative, red-head fetish!"
Trunks looked at the red-head that was just mentioned, her eyes more frightened than ever. However, it wasn't that that made him curious and frightened, it was the low, evil yet familiar laugh of someone behind Gohan. Again his heart made a detour to his throat when the person was revealed.
"You brought my father along?" Trunks said, still weak from the pain in his arm. "Are you that twisted?"
The smirk that tugged at his friend's lips proved it, and if Trunks could feel anything except pain, he was sure he would've shit his pants right then and there.
"Trunks, are you ok?" Pyra asked cautiously, trying to move forward, her legs not cooperating with what her brain was telling them to do. Again she was ignored, but at that moment she wasn't so sure that it was a bad thing.
"Gohan... please..." Trunks was practically in tears by now, and to his surprise, Gohan actually complied. But he wasn't expecting the blow that replaced it, which was a gut-spewing blow to the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for air, which somehow proved to be more difficult than it should be. What is it with these Sons and their gut punches?
"Trunks!" Pyra screamed. "What's wrong with you?"
"Listen to me, kid," Gohan commanded, his voice showing no compassion whatsoever, only the anger than flowed in never-ending streams. "You are going to go in there and apologize to her, and tell her how you feel."
"Don't you think I've tried that?" Trunks croaked out, still choking and gasping. "It's kind of hard when... you're being distracted."
Speaking of distractions, one more person made it on the scene, and much to Trunks' chagrin, it was Videl. The only one who was probably happy to see her would be Gohan, but he was too angry and too focused on the victim at his knees, in so much pain that it actually pleased the older half-Saiyan. Vegeta noticed this and made a mental note of how to get Gohan's power rising, for a more interesting and entertaining sparring match.
"Trunks..." Videl stopped what she was saying when she noticed the shape Trunks was in, and knelt down to him, draping her arm across his shoulders. "Trunks, are you ok?"
"Uh... I think so," Trunks croaked out, having finally found a sufficient amount of air so that his lungs refrained from the urge to make him gasp. He stood up with her, and then he asked her, "What are you doing here?"
Videl's concerned face became more calm then, trying her best to remember what she was going to say. When it hit her, she became concerned again. "Trunks... there's something wrong with Pan."
"What?!" Trunks practically shrieked, along with Gohan, who's anger flowed away like the glowing aura of his Super Saiyan qualities. "What are you talking about? I just saw her not too long ago and she seemed fine."
"You did?" Videl asked, looking a little panicked and pissed at the same time. "Aw... shit..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black walkie-talkie, and called into it, "Bulma, 'Plan A' backfired."
"What?" Bulma's voice was so high pitched that it made the Saiyans wince at the pain it inflicted.
"Plan A?" Trunks questioned Videl.
She laughed nervously, and scratched the back of her head in a sheepish way, just like a Son. "Is that what I said?... heh heh... whoops."
Trunks raised an eyebrow and sweatdropped, but was pulled out of his confusion when he was suddenly jerked around by the collar of his spandex suit, being brought face to face with his furious father.
"Listen, brat," Vegeta said harshly, which was actually his normal tone. "I don't want to hear another word about this. You are going to do whatever Kakarrot's brat tells you, because I'm already sick of this nonsense you've put me through on this pathetic excuse for a planet."
By this time, Pyra was back to questioning him, so frightened she didn't know what to do, and Bulma had arrived on the scene, arguing with Videl and accusing her of ruining "Plan A". And while all this was going on, Vegeta was shaking Trunks so hard that his teeth rattled in his head, and Gohan was beginning to show his Saiyan side again, commanding Vegeta to let him get a piece of Trunks before he kills him.
Trunks was ready to cower in a corner somewhere, his fright triggered by the overwhelming voices around him. - Please let me die... please let me die... Oh, Kami please let die!-
"What's going on?"
Everyone stopped and turned to look at Pan, who had just climbed out of her window, wondering what the hell all of the shouting was about. She cocked her head to the side in confusion, and as soon as Vegeta let his guard down, Trunks ran over to Pan and hid behind her.
"Pan, please make them stop!" Trunks demanded. He'd had enough of this for one night.
"What's... going on?" She repeated.
"Well... uh..." Bulma started, trying to think of the best lie so that she saved her ass. "I don't know what Pyra's doing here, but me and Videl... well we were uh..."
"We were trying to use a plan we made up to get you and Trunks together," Videl interrupted, earning a shove from Bulma. At that she told her, "It's easier and more believable than you stuttering."
Pan looked behind her at the scared lavender-haired man clinging to her shirt, and she almost wanted to push him away, and go back to the hardened facade she'd created over the last 30 minutes, but instead she pulled him to her and hugged him, asking him if he was alright. He nodded, looking like a child as he continued to cling to her, earning a dreamy, "Awwwww," from Bulma and Videl, a smile from Gohan, an irritated grunt from Vegeta, and as Pyra's terror vanished, she responded by being outraged, a more Pyra-like attribute.
"Looks like our plan didn't need to work," Bulma whispered to Videl, just as Pyra was advancing on the two hugging Saiyans. "Damn it, how the hell did she get back here anyway?"
"Wait just a damn minute!" Pyra screamed, pulling Pan off of Trunks. "How dare you steal my boyfriend!"
Trunks groaned and looked up at the blackened, night sky, wishing to Kami that she take his place and die now. "Pyra, I already told you..."
"No, I'm not giving up that easily!" She shouted back.
Pan's face twisted up into an evil smirk with an equally devilish glint in her black eyes. "Want to fight for him then?"
Pyra thought about it for awhile, and after looking Pan up and down, she convinced herself that she could take her. "Alright, just give me some time to change clothes and everything... I don't think a skirt is appropriate fighting attire."
"Fine," Pan said. "Meet me right back here in 20 minutes."
The two women dispersed to their own destinations, Trunks following Pan to her room and the two mothers going to Bulma's to discuss, or rather gossip about the sudden events that just occurred, leaving the dead men outside to digest what exactly happened.
"Damn it..." Gohan muttered, running a hand through his unruly, now black, hair. "I think I owe Trunks an apology."
"And I think I'm going to have fun watching this fight," Vegeta said, smirking his trademark smirk. "It's definitely going to be entertaining."
~*~
"You don't have to do this, you know," Trunks told Pan as he sat on her bed and watched her tie a bandanna around her head. "You already have me... regardless of what Pyra thinks."
Pan suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Trunks. Somehow she didn't really believe what he said was true. Could she really have him that fast? In a matter of minutes and two kisses, he was hers now? It just didn't seem possible.
"Just like that?" She questioned him. "You're mine now, that quickly? No exceptions?"
"None," Trunks told her, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I never should have dated Pyra in the first place... it was just that-"
"Wait," Pan said, bringing her hand up, signaling silence. "Before you try to go into depth and explain things, I want to fight this bitch first. That way, I won't have anything on my mind, except for the battle... although I'm sure that not a lot of concentration is needed to beat that scrawny piece of shit."
Trunks smiled. "Ok then. You go beat her ass for me."
~*~
By the time Pyra arrived, Pan was already on the ground stretching (not that she needed to). Trunks, Bulma, Videl, Gohan, and Vegeta were on the sidelines, Vegeta with a sadistic grin on his face, and while Bulma and Videl weren't showing it, they were certainly hoping to see an ass kicking. Gohan kept eyeing Trunks, trying to find the right words to apologize to him, while Trunks kept his eyes fixed on Pan. He was also forming the speech in his head, explaining his anxiety and fears about pursuing a relationship with his best friend. The process it took for them to finally to get to this point, was definitely interesting.
Pan stood up from her stretching and cracked her knuckles and neck. "Ready bit... er... Pyra?"
She smirked when she saw the angry look on Pyra's face. "Watch it little girl... and yeah, I'm ready."
Gohan grinned as Pan growled at the "little girl" comment and dropped into a fighting stance. "Big mistake, Pyra."
"Make the first move," Pan told her opponent, trying her best to intimidate her.
Pyra did feel a little uneasy, since she was being stared at by a girl with the darkest eyes and hair she'd ever scene, giving her an always confident appearance, but she tried her best to look calm as she charged at Pan, throwing her fist at her as hard she could. Of course Pan caught it with ease, and smirked at her, making Pyra even more scared.
Pan noticed this, however, and used it for an advantage. "What's the matter, Pyra? You scared?"
Pyra growled and reared her fist back again, which Pan effectively caught. Feeling frustrated, Pyra launched a kick to Pan's stomach, which was caught mid-air also. Those two misses earned Pyra a kick to her stomach, sending her to the ground on her back, with a loud and pleasing thud.
"Ouch..." Trunks muttered.
"C'mon," Pan said as she gestured with her hands. "I know you can get up, I didn't put that much effort into it."
Pyra slowly got up, but it was Pan who charged at her this time, throwing a harder kick from her right leg than before. Much to her surprise, Pyra managed to grab it before it connected. She smirked in triumph, but Pan shook her head at her early confidence. In one quick motion Pan swung the other leg up, kicked her square in the jaw, and caught herself before she hit the ground, pushing herself back up just in time to taunt Pyra again, who was back on the ground.
"Can't take the strength of a 'little girl', eh Pyra?" Pan said, in her normal smart ass tone, which made Vegeta smirk. He was beginning to like Kakarrot's grand-brat. After all, she seemed just as cocky as he was. It was a shame Kakarrot and his brat weren't that way.
Pyra groaned, wondering how the hell she got so strong when she was only 18 years old. Determined to prove herself, she got back up and charged at Pan, throwing any kind of punch or kick she could, making Pan literally yawn at the "competition" she was receiving.
"Hey, Trunks," Gohan whispered, a more Gohan-like look on his face, a kinder, gentler, apologetic look. "I didn't mean to... go so crazy or anything. It's just that she's my only daughter... I'm protective of her..."
"You don't have to explain anything," Trunks whispered back, trying to hide it from his mother who was shouting her encouragement to Pan next to him, so she didn't think he was talking to himself. "I know you get crazy when it comes to your family. I was in the wrong too. I shouldn't have played with her feelings like that. But I assure you, I was trying to get rid of Pyra today... things just kind of got out of hand..."
Gohan grinned. "That's a major understatement."
They both turned back to the fight that was taking place, just in time to see Pyra yet again on the ground, and Pan nearly in her face, taunting her like a child, totally amusing Vegeta.
"C'mon, bitch!" Pan shouted, enjoying her victory way too much. "Get up! Don't let a 'little girl' beat you! What's the matter? Can't take it? But I bet you could take everything Trunks threw at you, you little whore!"
Even Bulma and Videl couldn't help but laugh at that one, and Vegeta only laughed harder, while Gohan grinned and Trunks looked away, blushing slightly.
"Kami knows it sounded like he almost killed her in the process," Bulma mumbled, more of a thinking-out-loud statement than a joke. It made everyone else laugh anyway, and Trunks felt he was going to die of mortification.
By now Pyra finally had had enough of Pan's incessant name-calling and was back on her feet. But now she resulted in the technique of a perfect chick fight, rushing up to Pan and grabbing her hair, yanking it like she wanted to rip it right out.
"Hey, bitch, let go!" Pan screamed, grabbing her hair as well. Now they were both clawing at each other with one hand and yanking each other's hair with the other, both of them screaming obscenities so loud that it made the Saiyans ears ring. Trunks found this as good a time as any to stop it, although everyone else seemed to be amused by it. He ran over to them and tried to pull them apart, only to get scratched at as well. He grabbed at Pyra then, seeing as how she should be easier to control. He stepped in front of her and grabbed her arms, while trying to stop Pan at the same time, which wasn't easy.
"Alright, just calm down!" Trunks shouted, extending his arms out to hold the two women back. They complied, reluctantly, as Trunks continued, "I never should have let you two do this anyway." He turned to Pyra, with a concerned, remorseful look on his face, "I'm sorry, Pyra, but we're through. I can't go on like this with you... I'm sorry."
Her anger faded on her face as Trunks dropped his arms at his sides. All she could do was nod as she walked away, but however sad she made herself look, Trunks saw not one tear or any sign of a tear in her eyes. He didn't know whether or not that meant she was in shock or if she was just waiting until she was out of sight before she broke down, but Vegeta saw her flirting with another guy across the street, and disappear with him, laughing like she didn't experience any kind of heartbreak. He shook his head, concluding that some human women were just too strange and vindictive for comprehension.
It was then that Gohan and Vegeta began to fade a little bit, their hour's time almost up, but before he left, Gohan shot Trunks an encouraging, Son smile, the smile Trunks always remembered Gohan having, a smile that reminded him of the good old days, the days before all this chaos began, a smile way before Pan's time. He'd never forget that smile. It was the innocent smile only a good friend was capable of.
"Well," Videl said as she walked up to Pan and Trunks. "I'm off to Bulma's... you two probably have a lot to discuss."
Pan nodded before her mother disappeared with a grinning Bulma. She turned her attention to Trunks then, and ran a hand through his silky, lavender hair.
"Now," She smiled, "What is it that you have to tell me?"
*~*~*~*~*
So, how'd you like it? You know that little thing down there that says "Submit Review" is always a good way to tell me. And speaking of reviews, this fic is my most successful, and the longest fic I've ever written so far. Thanks, you guys! You are true pimps for making my story, along with my ego, so big! This has to be the most fun I've ever had writing anything, so thank you once again. I can't stress that enough. Oh, and as always, ideas, flames, and over all criticism are embraced with open arms. And if you want, I'll be happy to email each and everyone of you fantastic reviewers when the next chapter is out.
Next Chapter: It's the moment you've all been waiting for! Yep, in addition to Trunks and Pan talking things over and coming to a better understanding of where they stand now, more interesting things are going to occur. Hehehe... I'm so evil.
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Chapter 8
Trunks slowly stood up from the floor of the hidden room in his father's GR, bringing Pan along with him. He stared at Pyra, her arms crossed over her chest, as if she was a ghost. No matter how many times he blinked and looked back at Pan, who's hands he was still holding, Pyra just wouldn't disappear. Damn it. Why was Kami so cruel?
"Uh... Pyra..." He stuttered, glancing back and forth from her to Pan. "Wh... What are you doing here?"
"That's beside the point," She replied in a nasty tone, then pointed at Pan. "What is SHE doing here?"
Pan looked at the other two people in the room and sighed, letting go of Trunks' hands. She decided to actually be an adult for once and let these two work things out for themselves. She told Trunks as much as she left quietly out of the room.
"Wait, Pan!" Trunks called, but she only shook her head and kept walking.
Trunks also sighed and ran a hand through his hair as Pyra came up to him, fussing over his wounded arm and questioning him about what he and Pan were just doing (although you would think it would be quite obvious), but he couldn't hear her. He was too busy running out of the GR and trying to catch Pan. But she had already climbed into her window and closed it when he got outside.
~*~
Pan sat down on her bed and let out an exasperated sigh. The one moment she's actually happy in a month's time, that stupid bitch had to come and ruin it. She knew it was too good to be true. But there was something about the way Trunks looked at her that told her that maybe, just maybe, he'd kick Pyra to the curb and come running back to her with open arms, ready push everything bad that ever happened between them away, so that they could start over again.
Her heart stopped though as she looked back outside. Trunks and Pyra were enclosed in a tight lip-lock, and neither one of them looked like it was something repulsive or totally unacceptable. However, instead of sinking to the floor and crying like she wanted to do, she just shook her head and decided once and for all to give up on Trunks. It was obviously doing nothing for her. She just couldn't have him, simple as that. Sure, it hurt to see it, it hurt like hell, but it was time she let go.
Trunks was just another one of those things Kami gave and took away...
~*~
"No!" An enraged father shouted from his perch in the heavens, or the Other World that is. He sat on the ground with his hands buried in his hair, as if he was going to rip it out through all the frustration he was under, which at the moment wouldn't be nearly as painful as watching his daughter in so much emotional pain.
"Calm down, Gohan," Goku said, trying to console his son. He put his hands on his shoulders and felt him nearly trembling in anger.
"How am I supposed to calm down?" Gohan screamed back, never taking his eyes off of the scene on Earth. "He hurt my little girl again! She's given up hope! I can't just sit here and do nothing about it whatsoever!"
"You can't go back down there, Gohan," Goku told him in a stern, fatherly tone. "You can't change what's happened."
"The hell he can't," Chichi disagreed as she approached her husband and son. "He can't just do that to my granddaughter and get away with it." In Chichi's eyes, if her son could help protect the world when he was just a child, he was capable of doing anything and everything he set his mind to, dead or not.
Goku sighed. He too felt almost as stressed out as Gohan did, having to listen to his wife and son bicker and fight with him about what was right and what was wrong and whether or not to intervene in the Pan/Trunks situation. Goku had admitted that he didn't have such good feelings about Trunks at the moment either, but he, along with the Supreme Kai, told Gohan there was nothing more he could do. So he'd been sitting there stewing in his own anger, and just as soon as the tiniest glimmer of hope had shone up, it died. Goku felt sorry for his son, and granddaughter, but he was powerless to stop any of it. And Gohan knew that too, he was just a little more stubborn than Goku thought.
"Look at her, Dad," Gohan said miserably as he stared at his daughter. "She's totally numb now. She has no feelings... almost like... Vegeta."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
The Sons turned around to the always scowling Prince of Saiyans who was, as usual, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. He'd also been monitoring the events on Earth, not that he was trying to check up on his brat or anything (yeah right), but because it seemed to have Kakarrot and his spawn all worked up, leaving him without a decent sparring partner and nothing else to do.
"Don't you want your son to find happiness?" Gohan asked Vegeta, never once turning his head away from the vision of Pan. "Do you want him to end up cold like you?"
"Why not?" Vegeta replied. "It'll make him a good warrior that way. And it'll do your brat good too, boy." He received irritated looks and groans from the Sons, but he surprised them with his next statement, "Besides, I obviously couldn't have been that cold-hearted... I bonded with the woman..."
Everyone stared at him wide-eyed, wondering what in hell made him come to that conclusion. It was true, but for him to admit that he actually loved someone, although not in those words, was a damn miracle. It was almost more unbelievable than any Saiyan having a loss of appetite.
Having reviewed that information in his mind, Gohan grinned almost sadistically as he walked over to Vegeta. "Vegeta, I have a little proposition for you..."
~*~
Trunks pushed the evil redhead off of him and stared at her audacity. He had just gotten through telling her, or trying to explain to her, that it was over, and she had the nerve to kiss him. What was this bitch's problem?
He looked across the yard towards Pan's house, and when he saw her head lower from her window, he could've died. He knew what she must be thinking, but as he attempted to walk over there and straighten things out, Pyra grabbed his arm.
"Would you get off me, Pyra!" He shouted to her, yanking his uninjured arm free, but she grabbed it again. "What the hell is your problem?"
"What the hell is YOUR problem?" Pyra asked as he yanked his arm free again. She walked with him as he advanced towards the Son house. "How dare you go to her after what she did to me?"
Trunks stopped suddenly, Pyra bumping into the back of him. Without turning to her, he asked in a very irritated, very low, angry voice, "What did she do to you, Pyra?"
Pyra crossed her arms over her chest again, and although he couldn't see her, he knew her face was twisted up in an infuriated expression. "SHE put me in that mental hospital, that's what she did."
Trunks groaned, wondering what the hell he was smoking when he thought going out with this bitch was a good idea, why Gohan didn't kill him for making such a stupid mistake, and why Kami permitted a woman this imprudent to walk the Earth. "Look, Pyra, you have no clue Pan was the one who did that to you, and you know it." She did do it of course, but Pyra had no evidence to pin her to the "crime". Just because they didn't have the best relationship wasn't enough. It was the principle of the thing, and for once, Trunks felt like beating her senseless instead of Pan feeling that way, like she usually did.
"Who else would do it?" Pyra asked, still irritated that he would even suggest that she was wrong.
Trunks whipped around then, his anger getting the best of him. "Damn it, Pyra, how the hell am I supposed to know? And more importantly, who the fuck told you that I even wanted to go back to you when you got out of the funny farm? What gives you the right to come in here, demanding explanations for things that are none of your business any more?! This is my life and you have no right to think I belong to you!" He sighed loudly then. Pyra was more irksome (A/N: Haha, very funny word.) than a rash would be if he had one. "How the hell did you get out anyway?"
Pyra blinked a few times, a little scared. She'd never seen him angry before, especially not this angry. She lowered her voice and her head as she answered this time. "My brother, the one who's a lawyer, threatened to sue them if they didn't release me. And my other brother, he's a doctor, got some papers or something declaring me mentally competent." She looked up at him, with sad blue eyes, pleading to him. "And I never thought you belonged to me. I just thought.... I never realized that my... incarceration would make you want to leave me... especially for HER."
Trunks had almost felt sorry for her, until that last statement. The way she said, "her" made his once decreasing anger rise up again, but he was still calmer than before. He sighed once again, thinking it was probably as good a time as any to tell her exactly why he ever went out with her in the first place.
~*~
"I can not believe I let you drag me back down to this dreadful mud ball of a planet," An angry, raspy voice said to his taller but younger companion. "I thought I left this piece of shit forever when I died!"
"Oh, shut up, Vegeta," Gohan answered. "Keep your bullshit to yourself. I'm not in the mood, and we have a job to do."
Vegeta mumbled some obscenities under his breath, while walking across the Capsule Corp. lawn behind Gohan. He didn't want to go back to Earth, but the only reason he did was because Gohan promised him a week's worth of sparring if he cooperated and did exactly what he asked him to. They practically had to beg the Supreme Kai to let them come back down, but the catch was that they only had an hour to do their business and then they were automatically transported back to the Other World, no exceptions. Vegeta's only real problem with that was that he couldn't see the woman.
Almost as an after thought he looked inside one of the windows of the house and stared at her for awhile. She looked just like he remembered, not that much older or anything. Her blue hair was the same, her eyes were the same, and as she laughed with Kakarrot's brat's mate, he noticed even that was the same. It was a shame she couldn't see him, and he almost felt sad as he watched her, but Kakarrot's brat's whining and calling his name snapped him out of his trance.
"Stupid half-breeds and their over-angered tendencies..."
~*~
"Listen, Pyra," Trunks started, trying to form the right words so that he didn't hurt or anger her in any way, but so she got the message that he wanted her out of his life. It was pretty hard, especially when she proved to be very emotional and attached when it came to the lavender-haired warrior. "I have to tell you something."
"No, you don't," Pyra answered, her voice quick and urgent. Her eyes somehow grew wider, and she looked excessively panicked and paranoid as she kept glancing all around her. "You don't have to tell me anything... that's nonsense."
"Are you ok?" Trunks asked, turning her face to his. She looked so frightened that he almost didn't want to tell her, but when she nodded and seemed to calm down a little bit, he cleared his throat, and with one last sigh, he began with, "I know this is going to be hard for you to understand, and you're going to be angry..."
"Trunks!"
Trunks stopped and looked in the direction of the voice he'd just heard, hoping it wasn't the voice he thought he heard. When his suspicions were confirmed, his mouth dropped, and the increasingly blinding light that slowly formed around the owner of the angry voice, made his heart take an athletic leap into his throat.
"Not now... I don't want to die now..." He muttered, attempting to swallow his heart back down.
Pyra narrowed her eyes and turned her head, following the direction of his terrified, crystal blue eyes, but she didn't see the angry half-Saiyan of course, the halo above his head glowing as brightly as the golden aura around him.
"Trunks, what the hell is your problem?" His voice was low and vehemence flowed off it like waterfalls of anger.
"Gohan, this isn't the time..." Trunks said through gritted teeth, gesturing with his eyes towards the bewildered red-head in front of him.
"Trunks, who are you talking to?" Pyra asked, looking like a scared child as she clung to him.
However, she didn't get answered, and through her eyes, Trunks suddenly broke free of her and his wounded arm was raised, and apparently a hurtful pressure was being exerted on it, for he started to wail with pain.
"Gohan, let go of my arm!" Trunks screamed. "It already feels like a train ran over it!"
"You think I give a fuck?!" Gohan screamed back, purposely putting more pressure on Trunks' arm, making him almost weak in the knees from the pain. "All I do give a fuck about is my family, and you have to constantly screw my only daughter over because you have a dumb ass, selfish, manipulative, red-head fetish!"
Trunks looked at the red-head that was just mentioned, her eyes more frightened than ever. However, it wasn't that that made him curious and frightened, it was the low, evil yet familiar laugh of someone behind Gohan. Again his heart made a detour to his throat when the person was revealed.
"You brought my father along?" Trunks said, still weak from the pain in his arm. "Are you that twisted?"
The smirk that tugged at his friend's lips proved it, and if Trunks could feel anything except pain, he was sure he would've shit his pants right then and there.
"Trunks, are you ok?" Pyra asked cautiously, trying to move forward, her legs not cooperating with what her brain was telling them to do. Again she was ignored, but at that moment she wasn't so sure that it was a bad thing.
"Gohan... please..." Trunks was practically in tears by now, and to his surprise, Gohan actually complied. But he wasn't expecting the blow that replaced it, which was a gut-spewing blow to the stomach. He fell to his knees, gasping for air, which somehow proved to be more difficult than it should be. What is it with these Sons and their gut punches?
"Trunks!" Pyra screamed. "What's wrong with you?"
"Listen to me, kid," Gohan commanded, his voice showing no compassion whatsoever, only the anger than flowed in never-ending streams. "You are going to go in there and apologize to her, and tell her how you feel."
"Don't you think I've tried that?" Trunks croaked out, still choking and gasping. "It's kind of hard when... you're being distracted."
Speaking of distractions, one more person made it on the scene, and much to Trunks' chagrin, it was Videl. The only one who was probably happy to see her would be Gohan, but he was too angry and too focused on the victim at his knees, in so much pain that it actually pleased the older half-Saiyan. Vegeta noticed this and made a mental note of how to get Gohan's power rising, for a more interesting and entertaining sparring match.
"Trunks..." Videl stopped what she was saying when she noticed the shape Trunks was in, and knelt down to him, draping her arm across his shoulders. "Trunks, are you ok?"
"Uh... I think so," Trunks croaked out, having finally found a sufficient amount of air so that his lungs refrained from the urge to make him gasp. He stood up with her, and then he asked her, "What are you doing here?"
Videl's concerned face became more calm then, trying her best to remember what she was going to say. When it hit her, she became concerned again. "Trunks... there's something wrong with Pan."
"What?!" Trunks practically shrieked, along with Gohan, who's anger flowed away like the glowing aura of his Super Saiyan qualities. "What are you talking about? I just saw her not too long ago and she seemed fine."
"You did?" Videl asked, looking a little panicked and pissed at the same time. "Aw... shit..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black walkie-talkie, and called into it, "Bulma, 'Plan A' backfired."
"What?" Bulma's voice was so high pitched that it made the Saiyans wince at the pain it inflicted.
"Plan A?" Trunks questioned Videl.
She laughed nervously, and scratched the back of her head in a sheepish way, just like a Son. "Is that what I said?... heh heh... whoops."
Trunks raised an eyebrow and sweatdropped, but was pulled out of his confusion when he was suddenly jerked around by the collar of his spandex suit, being brought face to face with his furious father.
"Listen, brat," Vegeta said harshly, which was actually his normal tone. "I don't want to hear another word about this. You are going to do whatever Kakarrot's brat tells you, because I'm already sick of this nonsense you've put me through on this pathetic excuse for a planet."
By this time, Pyra was back to questioning him, so frightened she didn't know what to do, and Bulma had arrived on the scene, arguing with Videl and accusing her of ruining "Plan A". And while all this was going on, Vegeta was shaking Trunks so hard that his teeth rattled in his head, and Gohan was beginning to show his Saiyan side again, commanding Vegeta to let him get a piece of Trunks before he kills him.
Trunks was ready to cower in a corner somewhere, his fright triggered by the overwhelming voices around him. - Please let me die... please let me die... Oh, Kami please let die!-
"What's going on?"
Everyone stopped and turned to look at Pan, who had just climbed out of her window, wondering what the hell all of the shouting was about. She cocked her head to the side in confusion, and as soon as Vegeta let his guard down, Trunks ran over to Pan and hid behind her.
"Pan, please make them stop!" Trunks demanded. He'd had enough of this for one night.
"What's... going on?" She repeated.
"Well... uh..." Bulma started, trying to think of the best lie so that she saved her ass. "I don't know what Pyra's doing here, but me and Videl... well we were uh..."
"We were trying to use a plan we made up to get you and Trunks together," Videl interrupted, earning a shove from Bulma. At that she told her, "It's easier and more believable than you stuttering."
Pan looked behind her at the scared lavender-haired man clinging to her shirt, and she almost wanted to push him away, and go back to the hardened facade she'd created over the last 30 minutes, but instead she pulled him to her and hugged him, asking him if he was alright. He nodded, looking like a child as he continued to cling to her, earning a dreamy, "Awwwww," from Bulma and Videl, a smile from Gohan, an irritated grunt from Vegeta, and as Pyra's terror vanished, she responded by being outraged, a more Pyra-like attribute.
"Looks like our plan didn't need to work," Bulma whispered to Videl, just as Pyra was advancing on the two hugging Saiyans. "Damn it, how the hell did she get back here anyway?"
"Wait just a damn minute!" Pyra screamed, pulling Pan off of Trunks. "How dare you steal my boyfriend!"
Trunks groaned and looked up at the blackened, night sky, wishing to Kami that she take his place and die now. "Pyra, I already told you..."
"No, I'm not giving up that easily!" She shouted back.
Pan's face twisted up into an evil smirk with an equally devilish glint in her black eyes. "Want to fight for him then?"
Pyra thought about it for awhile, and after looking Pan up and down, she convinced herself that she could take her. "Alright, just give me some time to change clothes and everything... I don't think a skirt is appropriate fighting attire."
"Fine," Pan said. "Meet me right back here in 20 minutes."
The two women dispersed to their own destinations, Trunks following Pan to her room and the two mothers going to Bulma's to discuss, or rather gossip about the sudden events that just occurred, leaving the dead men outside to digest what exactly happened.
"Damn it..." Gohan muttered, running a hand through his unruly, now black, hair. "I think I owe Trunks an apology."
"And I think I'm going to have fun watching this fight," Vegeta said, smirking his trademark smirk. "It's definitely going to be entertaining."
~*~
"You don't have to do this, you know," Trunks told Pan as he sat on her bed and watched her tie a bandanna around her head. "You already have me... regardless of what Pyra thinks."
Pan suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Trunks. Somehow she didn't really believe what he said was true. Could she really have him that fast? In a matter of minutes and two kisses, he was hers now? It just didn't seem possible.
"Just like that?" She questioned him. "You're mine now, that quickly? No exceptions?"
"None," Trunks told her, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "I never should have dated Pyra in the first place... it was just that-"
"Wait," Pan said, bringing her hand up, signaling silence. "Before you try to go into depth and explain things, I want to fight this bitch first. That way, I won't have anything on my mind, except for the battle... although I'm sure that not a lot of concentration is needed to beat that scrawny piece of shit."
Trunks smiled. "Ok then. You go beat her ass for me."
~*~
By the time Pyra arrived, Pan was already on the ground stretching (not that she needed to). Trunks, Bulma, Videl, Gohan, and Vegeta were on the sidelines, Vegeta with a sadistic grin on his face, and while Bulma and Videl weren't showing it, they were certainly hoping to see an ass kicking. Gohan kept eyeing Trunks, trying to find the right words to apologize to him, while Trunks kept his eyes fixed on Pan. He was also forming the speech in his head, explaining his anxiety and fears about pursuing a relationship with his best friend. The process it took for them to finally to get to this point, was definitely interesting.
Pan stood up from her stretching and cracked her knuckles and neck. "Ready bit... er... Pyra?"
She smirked when she saw the angry look on Pyra's face. "Watch it little girl... and yeah, I'm ready."
Gohan grinned as Pan growled at the "little girl" comment and dropped into a fighting stance. "Big mistake, Pyra."
"Make the first move," Pan told her opponent, trying her best to intimidate her.
Pyra did feel a little uneasy, since she was being stared at by a girl with the darkest eyes and hair she'd ever scene, giving her an always confident appearance, but she tried her best to look calm as she charged at Pan, throwing her fist at her as hard she could. Of course Pan caught it with ease, and smirked at her, making Pyra even more scared.
Pan noticed this, however, and used it for an advantage. "What's the matter, Pyra? You scared?"
Pyra growled and reared her fist back again, which Pan effectively caught. Feeling frustrated, Pyra launched a kick to Pan's stomach, which was caught mid-air also. Those two misses earned Pyra a kick to her stomach, sending her to the ground on her back, with a loud and pleasing thud.
"Ouch..." Trunks muttered.
"C'mon," Pan said as she gestured with her hands. "I know you can get up, I didn't put that much effort into it."
Pyra slowly got up, but it was Pan who charged at her this time, throwing a harder kick from her right leg than before. Much to her surprise, Pyra managed to grab it before it connected. She smirked in triumph, but Pan shook her head at her early confidence. In one quick motion Pan swung the other leg up, kicked her square in the jaw, and caught herself before she hit the ground, pushing herself back up just in time to taunt Pyra again, who was back on the ground.
"Can't take the strength of a 'little girl', eh Pyra?" Pan said, in her normal smart ass tone, which made Vegeta smirk. He was beginning to like Kakarrot's grand-brat. After all, she seemed just as cocky as he was. It was a shame Kakarrot and his brat weren't that way.
Pyra groaned, wondering how the hell she got so strong when she was only 18 years old. Determined to prove herself, she got back up and charged at Pan, throwing any kind of punch or kick she could, making Pan literally yawn at the "competition" she was receiving.
"Hey, Trunks," Gohan whispered, a more Gohan-like look on his face, a kinder, gentler, apologetic look. "I didn't mean to... go so crazy or anything. It's just that she's my only daughter... I'm protective of her..."
"You don't have to explain anything," Trunks whispered back, trying to hide it from his mother who was shouting her encouragement to Pan next to him, so she didn't think he was talking to himself. "I know you get crazy when it comes to your family. I was in the wrong too. I shouldn't have played with her feelings like that. But I assure you, I was trying to get rid of Pyra today... things just kind of got out of hand..."
Gohan grinned. "That's a major understatement."
They both turned back to the fight that was taking place, just in time to see Pyra yet again on the ground, and Pan nearly in her face, taunting her like a child, totally amusing Vegeta.
"C'mon, bitch!" Pan shouted, enjoying her victory way too much. "Get up! Don't let a 'little girl' beat you! What's the matter? Can't take it? But I bet you could take everything Trunks threw at you, you little whore!"
Even Bulma and Videl couldn't help but laugh at that one, and Vegeta only laughed harder, while Gohan grinned and Trunks looked away, blushing slightly.
"Kami knows it sounded like he almost killed her in the process," Bulma mumbled, more of a thinking-out-loud statement than a joke. It made everyone else laugh anyway, and Trunks felt he was going to die of mortification.
By now Pyra finally had had enough of Pan's incessant name-calling and was back on her feet. But now she resulted in the technique of a perfect chick fight, rushing up to Pan and grabbing her hair, yanking it like she wanted to rip it right out.
"Hey, bitch, let go!" Pan screamed, grabbing her hair as well. Now they were both clawing at each other with one hand and yanking each other's hair with the other, both of them screaming obscenities so loud that it made the Saiyans ears ring. Trunks found this as good a time as any to stop it, although everyone else seemed to be amused by it. He ran over to them and tried to pull them apart, only to get scratched at as well. He grabbed at Pyra then, seeing as how she should be easier to control. He stepped in front of her and grabbed her arms, while trying to stop Pan at the same time, which wasn't easy.
"Alright, just calm down!" Trunks shouted, extending his arms out to hold the two women back. They complied, reluctantly, as Trunks continued, "I never should have let you two do this anyway." He turned to Pyra, with a concerned, remorseful look on his face, "I'm sorry, Pyra, but we're through. I can't go on like this with you... I'm sorry."
Her anger faded on her face as Trunks dropped his arms at his sides. All she could do was nod as she walked away, but however sad she made herself look, Trunks saw not one tear or any sign of a tear in her eyes. He didn't know whether or not that meant she was in shock or if she was just waiting until she was out of sight before she broke down, but Vegeta saw her flirting with another guy across the street, and disappear with him, laughing like she didn't experience any kind of heartbreak. He shook his head, concluding that some human women were just too strange and vindictive for comprehension.
It was then that Gohan and Vegeta began to fade a little bit, their hour's time almost up, but before he left, Gohan shot Trunks an encouraging, Son smile, the smile Trunks always remembered Gohan having, a smile that reminded him of the good old days, the days before all this chaos began, a smile way before Pan's time. He'd never forget that smile. It was the innocent smile only a good friend was capable of.
"Well," Videl said as she walked up to Pan and Trunks. "I'm off to Bulma's... you two probably have a lot to discuss."
Pan nodded before her mother disappeared with a grinning Bulma. She turned her attention to Trunks then, and ran a hand through his silky, lavender hair.
"Now," She smiled, "What is it that you have to tell me?"
*~*~*~*~*
So, how'd you like it? You know that little thing down there that says "Submit Review" is always a good way to tell me. And speaking of reviews, this fic is my most successful, and the longest fic I've ever written so far. Thanks, you guys! You are true pimps for making my story, along with my ego, so big! This has to be the most fun I've ever had writing anything, so thank you once again. I can't stress that enough. Oh, and as always, ideas, flames, and over all criticism are embraced with open arms. And if you want, I'll be happy to email each and everyone of you fantastic reviewers when the next chapter is out.
Next Chapter: It's the moment you've all been waiting for! Yep, in addition to Trunks and Pan talking things over and coming to a better understanding of where they stand now, more interesting things are going to occur. Hehehe... I'm so evil.
