History of Takeo

A/N:                *coughcough* ahem… how long has it been? Three weeks? Four weeks? I'M SORRY!!! I know I shouldn't have let you wait that long, especially not with ffn.net going bonkers… But I have and I apologize for that… Will you forgive me? This chapter will most likely be pretty short, but I say better a short chapter than no update at all, or what do you think? The next few days are really going to be hard on me… First of all tomorrow, Tuesday, I'll have to clean my room, because first, we get guests on Wednesday, who'll stay for a few days and then on Wednesday is also my 20th birthday (oh god, I'm old!!!).  Then on Thursday we'll have to clean up and then the afternoon my aunt and cousin are coming over, because my cousin's parents, that means my other aunt and uncle, are having their silver wedding on Saturday and we still have to prepare a few things for that. Friday is the birthday of my grandfather and then on Saturday is the silver wedding… You see there's much to do, so I hope you forgive me that this chapter will be shorter.

                        @ Pink Ice: To be honest, I have no idea how many chapters this story will have. But I can tell you already, it could become another Lost Warrior. I've to cover about 25 years after all… But don't worry, I'll try not to make it too long… I don't want to bore my readers and scare them away…

Chapter 4: Where do I go from here?

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Trunks.

That was the last thought she had before she fell asleep and the first thought she had after she awoke. After dreaming of him the whole night, and even though those dreams hadn't been pleasant ones, she would've somehow expected seeing him standing directly in front of her. That was the reason why she had at first been a bit disoriented until she remembered that she was lying in her old room in the dorm. Angela was in one of her lectures, leaving her all alone just Dende knows how long. Alone with the memory of…

Trunks.

Thinking about the dreams of the previous night drove again tears into her eyes, so she squeezed them shut, hoping that she could push those tears away and yet one droplet of the salty liquid escaped and made its way down her cheek. She didn't bother wiping it away, but just opened her eyes again and took one deep ragged breath. She had already shed too many tears over him. Shed too many tears over her situation. When she really wanted to start new, she slowly had to stop dwelling on what had happened. That had been the past and now was the present.

But it still hurt so much.

Don't let yourself go in your self-pity, Pan told herself growling, as she sat up and took a look at the clock in the room. It was 9am, way to early to get up after just about four hours of sleep, but strangely enough she didn't feel tired anymore. She felt restless and needed something to occupy her mind with, so that she would stop thinking about the dreams and/or the happenings from the days – weeks – before. She now had to start to reorganize her life. Pia Shen had been able to start a new life before, so why shouldn't she be able to do that again?

Mmh, she had to make a list of things she had to do. "But first I need to get ready and dressed," Pan decided, grinning for the first time that morning, when a few strands of her long and yet untamed black hair fell into her face.

About half an hour later Pan came out of the to the bedroom connected bathroom, dressed just in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top. Her still damp hair was already brushed and was now fully going down her back, leaving wet stains on the top. But that didn't bother her at all. After this long and hot shower she felt again like reborn and ready for her task.

She grabbed a notepad and a pen from Angela's desk, assuming that her friend didn't mind, and sat down on the bed, covering her legs with the blanket and stared down at the white sheet of paper. When she had been in the shower she had so many things on her mind that she had to do, but now that she was actually sitting here, ready to write everything down, they were gone.

Pan sat there like this for a few minutes, deep in thoughts about what she could write on that still white sheet of paper, when she suddenly got again those bad feelings in her stomach, telling her that the infamous morning sickness was about to strike again. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, hoping that those feeling of nausea would vanish, but in vain. Before her mind could even register what was going on, Pan found herself again hanging over the toilet. There went all the junk food and chocolate she and Angela had devoured last night.

"Trunks Briefs, I hate you," she muttered under her breath, when she was on her way back to the bed and crawled again half under the cover. At least now she remembered one of the things she had to do. Making an appointment with her doctor here in LA, the same one who had already treated her in the last seven years. She quickly wrote it down and after she did it, all the other things were suddenly back again. There were for example those unimportant things like finding a job, an apartment and so on. And she still had to talk to the headmaster of the California Boarding school, to make sure that she could really stay as long as she needed and wouldn't have to sleep on the street.

Time passed fast without that Pan noticed it. After she first had started writing things down, more and more came into her mind what she had to put on the 'things-to-do' list. So she was more than a bit surprised that suddenly the door of the room was opened and Angela stepped in. Startled she took a quick glance at the clock, which showed her that it was already past 1pm.

"Hey Pan," Angela greeted her, as the young woman put down her bag on the desk and then walked over to Pan, sitting down on the bed next to her friend.

"Hey," Pan answered, still a bit shocked that she hadn't noticed that it was already that late and even more shocked by the fact that she hadn't noticed her stomach complaining in any way about the missing of food.

"What are ya doing?" Angela snapped the notepad out of Pan's fingers and started pacing in the room. When she had read the whole list, she looked at Pan, a concerned frown set on her face. "So you really wanna pull this through?" Pan nodded. "And there's no way that I could convince you to go back?"

This time Pan shook her head. "Angela, please understand. I've really messed things up this time. I just can't go back. I've lied to my parents for the past months, slept with the guy who baby sat me and got pregnant, just to lie to him, too, giving him the right to say what he had said. And now I can't go back and tell him or my parents about the baby, because I'm sure that as soon as my father finds out who the father of the baby is, he would hunt him down give him one hell of a beating, if not even kill him."

"Pan, now you're exaggerating."

"No, I'm not. You don't know my father and you have no idea what he is capable of. Believe me, when he's angry, and I mean really angry – as angry as he would get if he found out about it – then he's the most dangerous man on this planet, maybe even the universe…" Pan stifled a sob. "And he would be so disappointed in me. I've always been his girl and his girl would never so those things. His girl would never lie to her parents. His girl would never get pregnant by someone who's much older than her.  I'm not his little girl anymore. I've changed, not just in the last months, but more importantly in the last years. He wouldn't recognize his little girl – he hadn't recognized her, as she stood directly in front of him.  As much as I want to, after what has happened, I can't be daddy's little girl anymore. I just can't go back." A new sob erupted from her body. "I can't…"

"Pan…" Angela's voice was now full of compassion, as she sat down on the bed and began to stroke her friend back.

"Damn it," she sniffed. "I didn't want to cry anymore."

"Then don't do it," her friend said, smiling encouraging. "You've always been strong Pan, so I'm sure you'll make it. Maybe you should do the same as our most wanted bachelor in the world."

"What are you talking about?"

Angela just grinned and got her bag from the desk, taking the newspaper out of it. She cleared her throat and then began to read, "President dumped! This time the luck wasn't on the side on our favorite Trunks Briefs. It seems like his relationship with this unknown young woman came to an unexpected end. Just this time it wasn't he who had left her, but the other way around. But he quickly found comfort in a few more than willing women in a bar, where he had told everyone that the beautiful woman at his side had just left him. But what is it with our CC President and his relationships? More on page 6/7." She stopped and threw the newspaper to Pan, where it landed next to her showing a big photo of Trunks in the arms of a sexy redhead. "See? You aren't the only one who had been left."

Pan felt again tears in her eyes upon seeing this picture and she had started crying again, hadn't it been for Angela who snapped her out of it. "What?" her head jerked up.

"I wanted to ask you, if you wanted to come with me into the cafeteria to have lunch. Knowing your appetite I'm sure your already starving to death. And after that you can fulfill the first task on that list of yours and go to our dear headmaster Richard Jenkins. I'll even come with you, when you want. My only other lecture today is at 3pm."

"Yeah, sure… Just wait a minute until I got dressed in something better…" Pan said, quickly trying to push the picture of Trunks and this redhead aside and got out of the bed.

~Pan~

I can't believe how understanding Mr. Jenkins is. As I first saw him all those years ago he made a rather firm impression on me, but he's one of the most kind-hearted people I know. He actually said that I could stay as long as I had to, after I told him about my current situation. He didn't pry me into telling him more than I wanted to, nor did he tell me I should go home and sort things out. I found no trace of disappointment – neither in his voice, nor in his face or behavior. He even accepted my request of not telling anyone that I'm here. He also promised me to cover for me, in case someone of my family called, telling them that I'm in a lecture or something like that. He said that it was my life and that I have to do what I think is right, but that he would support me fully whatever I'm going to do.

I open the door to Angela's and my room – Angela has now again a lecture – and sit down on my bed, where, unfortunately for me, the newspaper still is lying. I look again at the picture and feel the sudden urge to scream. I truly wish I could hate you for doing this to me – for hurting me so much – Trunks Briefs, but my love for you is still far bigger and I never think that I could ever hate you. When I'm honest with myself, I have to admit that I don't want to hate you either. I want to hate me. It's my fault that things went like this. That my life – our possible future – went down like this. But now I'm ready to start new again, with the help of my friend Angela, Lindsay, Mr. Jenkins and all the other friends I still have and – hopefully – am still going to make here. And with the time maybe the pain, if not goes away, at least becomes more bearable, so that I could live an almost normal life and give my still unborn baby everything it needs.

Taking one last look at the picture, I take the newspaper and throw it into the paper basket.

I know now where I go from here.

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Next chapter: Trunks. What will he do, now that Pan's gone? Will he really start looking for her? If so, how?

As I already said, short chapter, but better than nothing, huh? Reviewing would be nice… ^-^

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