Silly Author's Notes:
Thanks for waiting for this chapter. I know I haven't written since last summer... and that's
pathetic, I know. I'm sorry!
*** Error Correct*** Where it says 'Cub' in Ch. 4, I meant 'Uub'! (damn spell check!)
Anyoo, here's chapter five, finally. I'm extremely sorry for the long wait. I do check reviews often, and I love them! I have 73 reviews at this point, and I think I'll consider writing chapter 6 when I get 90 reviews... *smirks evilly* No, actually, I consider chapter 6 when I have TIME for it. Reviews aren't really a factor, but I'd like to have some to tell me how I'm doing.
Chapter 5 -
I slid into the front seat of Trunks' car just as he was getting into the driver's seat. Goten, Bra,
Marron, and Uub were in the car behind us, waiting for us to start moving so they could follow. I glanced in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow. I could see Goten and Bra cracking up about something, and I wish I knew what it was. I could go for a laugh right about now. I was alone in the car with Trunks, and I was still a little pissed at him for what he did to me earlier. I didn't hear an apology yet, and I, of course, wanted one. I mean, it would be nice.
Trunks started the car and in a moment we were on our way. I settled into my seat and looked out the window at the passing trees. It was raining outside, but not drizzling exactly. It was the kind of rain that fell slow but had those big fat drops that always seem to land on your cheeks, and collected in those same fat drops on the windows. I know Trunks wished he didn't have to leave the top of the car up, but I didn't care either way. The rain was a pretty sight, actually.
"Pan?"
Ooh, Trunks is going to say something to me. Could this be my apology? I certainly hope so, because I've been waiting for it all day now. The stupid baka isn't off the hook with me yet. "Yeah?" I asked casually.
"Earlier," he began, "you said I wasn't old, but that I was 'older'. Remember?"
Yes. I remember. I have a feeling this isn't leading to my apology though, but maybe something more interesting.
"Yeah," I told him, "Why?"
"Well...," he said, and I noticed he shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably. "Older… how?"
I forgot all about the apology I was expecting, because really it wasn't all that important, and stared at him blankly. I felt kind of bad for saying that to him in the first place. I could tell that he'd been thinking about it for a while. Probably not as long as I've been waiting for my apology, but this was Trunks - and for him to mull over something like this wasn't anything I wanted.
"Trunks, that's not what I meant," I paused as I racked my brain for the right words. "I meant that you're older. Older than... well, older than you were before."
"Everyone is older than they were before," he said after some silence. He didn't understand, and
I didn't blame him. I wasn't telling him the exact truth of what him being 'older' actually meant to me. I still wasn't so sure that I wanted to.
"No, Trunks," I said as Trunks parked the car at the club, "That's not what I meant either."
"Then what-"
To avoid answering the question I knew was coming, I opened the door and sprang out of the car. "Come on, Trunks," I called into the car, "let's go!"
"But Pan-"
There was definitely no way I could pretend not to hear him, so I just smirked at him to let him know that I was avoiding the situation purposely. He grumbled something, then muttered something about how if he was so old then he shouldn't be clubbing with us. I smiled up at him and linked my arm through his to show that I appreciated his company as I drug him towards the club. Goten, Bra, Marron, and Uub were leading the way across the parking lot.
We got right through the crowds and into the club because, well, we were with the president of
Capsule Corp. That's an added perk when we're with Trunks. Bra can get us in too, but she's not as easily recognizable as Trunks is. Although with Trunks, that's sometimes a bad thing.
"Well this old ass might as well have some fun tonight," Trunks commented as we entered the club.
"Now that's the spirit," I said sarcastically as we sat down at a booth.
"Panny," Trunks nearly whined. "Why do you think I'm old?"
I sighed. He had a one track mind. And the way he was acting now, it was as if he was trying
to play off the big deal that he had made about it before. I could tell he still really did care though.
"Trunks, for the last time, I… I didn't mean it," I told him.
"Yes you did." He gave me one of those sad, pathetic, 'how could you' looks.
"Trunks!" I laughed. "I do not! Quit your bitching! And don't give me that look!"
"Why?"
"It's....," I tried not to laugh, but it wasn't working. I cracked up. "It's terrible!"
He threw his head back and laughed, and I could tell that he'd stop bothering me about being old... for now, anyway. We were both laughing by now and I started to feel less distanced from Trunks. He ordered a drink for each of us and we settled back with them and watched the scene around us.
"You can't say you didn't miss this," I said as I noticed a sparkle that I hadn't seen in Trunks' eyes in months.
"Of course I did," he said as he took a sip from his drink, "but when I'm buried under mountains of paperwork, it's the last thing I think about. I have too much other crap to worry about. Unlike you, who is content to go clubbing every night and forget about her future and starting a career, and-"
"Excuse me," I interrupted, "I'll have you know that I'll be working at Capsule Corporation starting
in two weeks." Yes. It was true. This was a little piece of information that I'd been keeping from
Trunks, just so I could spring it on him at a moment when he really didn't expect to hear it. That's always a kick.
He stared at me dumbfounded for a minute. "Why didn't you tell me?!" He exclaimed indignantly after he'd regained his senses. "I'm the President; I would have really liked to know this information sooner!"
"You mean you don't want me to work with you?"
This question was aimed at sending Trunks on a small guilt trip. After all, he had just assumed that I was clubbing every night and neglecting my future.
"Of course I want you to work with me! I'm sick of incompetent people working under me! With the workers I have, I'm half surprised that the budget report wasn't written in crayon."
"You have plenty of good workers, Trunks."
"Yeah, but the ones that are ridiculously terrible seem to be around me all the time. So what position did my mother hire you as?"
I paused for a moment. "Your mother didn't hire me."
He choked on his drink a bit. Well, that doesn't do it justice – he pretty much spit his drink across the table. "You mean you went through the whole stupid application process?!"
"Umm... yes...?"
"Pan! You didn't have to do that! We know you, and we would have hired you right away and given you a good position-"
I rolled my eyes and cut him off. "Trunks. That's exactly what I didn't want. I wanted to get the job on my own. Because I had the skill for it. I didn't graduate at the top of my class for nothing."
"Well we know you have the skill for it. What position were you hired as?"
"Umm... actually the guy didn't say."
Trunks slapped his forehead. "Oh Kami," he said as he ran his hand down his face. "That means that you're just going to be filling some random position. They saw your qualifications, liked them, but they aren't necessarily going to use them. They're just going to hire you because your resume looked good and put you anywhere. You can't say you 'didn't graduate at the top of your class for nothing.' Because Pan, you pretty much did just that."
Oh. That's really wonderful.
I sat there as Trunks vented a bit about how I wasn't going to be worked to my potential, and how
I was most likely going to get a job that I was overqualified for or a job that didn't even suit the qualifications that I had. I had been excited about this job before, and he had just crushed it all.
But of course, it was better that he had done it now, rather than have my excitement crushed as they hire me for some kind of janitorial duty or something.
"You know, Capsule Corporation doesn't-"
Before he could finish, a tall blonde approached our booth.
"That's just like you, Mr. Briefs," she began, smiling at Trunks, "always talking business."
Trunks looked up at her and smiled. "Melissa," he greeted, "what brings you here?"
"The music," she said huskily. "Care to dance?"
"Well..."
"Oh, just one song," she begged, giving him the worst puppy dog eyes I have ever encountered.
"Alright, I would never say no to you, Melissa."
Trunks turned to me before he left. "I'll be back in a bit," he said as he walked off with Melissa.
'Don't bother,' I thought to myself. This Melissa girl seems like a bimbo. A whore. Oh, wait - which of Trunks' girlfriends *weren't* these things? Do I even have to answer my own question? I sighed. Melissa was a tall blonde with big boobs and tight, skimpy clothing. She looked like junk to me, but I guess to any guy, she was gorgeous.
And what right did she have asking Trunks to dance anyway? To any other person, it should look like I'm his date. After all, it was just Trunks and I sitting at the table when she asked him to dance. Now I'm sitting here by myself as I watch him disappear with her.
I sighed and stirred my drink idly. That's right Trunks, dance with the whore. Pretend she's beautiful. Pretend that she's interested in you, not your loads of money and good looks.
Goten picked that moment to sit down next to me. "Man oh man!" He cried, "Do you see that babe that Trunks is dancing with?"
I'm not blind, nor would I care if she's a 'babe' or not. I stood up a bit more quickly and irritably than I had intended and mumbled something about going to the bathroom; I don't even know what I mumbled really, I just wanted some kind of excuse to get out of there.
"What did you say?" Goten shouted over the music.
But I didn't look back at him. I know what he must think by now. He must think that I'm in love with Trunks. And really, it's not that. I just can't stand it when he ditches me for blonde bimbos with no real character. Bimbos with nothing special about them besides their excessive boob size.
He doesn't have a future with her. He knows it too. So why he's wasting his time, I can't imagine.
Only after I got into the bathroom did I notice that Bra had followed me there. She pushed the door open shortly after me and hurried in. The bathroom stunk. It was filled with smoke and two girls were making out in the corner, and getting a bit too intimate with each other for anyone to want to watch. Bra scrunched her face up at them and I took the liberty of guiding them into one of the open bathroom stalls. I stepped back and Bra closed the door. Once that matter was taken care of, I walked to the mirror and pretended to be fixing my make-up.
"Why'd you run out like that?"
Of course, I knew she was going to ask this. So, I tell her.
"I'm so sick of watching Trunks go along with all those morons who throw themselves at him! What annoys me the most is now she's going to think that because he danced with her once, it's an open invitation to spend the night at our table, hanging all over Trunks. Now the rest of us have to listen to her boring, self-centered crap for the rest of the night, all because he can't say no to the trash that he's a magnet for."
Bra stared at me for a moment, shocked at my little outburst. "Woa."
The bathroom door opened and none other than Melissa walked in. "Speak of the devil," I muttered to Bra. She giggled. I walked into a stall before she could see me, because I honestly don't feel like confrontation.
Melissa walked up to the mirror and started fixing her make-up.
"You'll never believe who I was just dancing with," she gushed to Bra, as if the two of them were long-lost best friends. "The president of Capsule Corporation! Trunks Briefs. Oh god damn, he's so rich… and so hot!"
"That's nice," Bra said flatly. "I've seen him naked."
Melissa's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. "You have?"
"Yeah. He's real immature and thinks it's real funny to streak through the house when my friends are over."
"He comes to your house?!"
"Yeah. He's my brother."
"Oooh," Melissa squealed. "Do you think you could hook me up with him?"
"Let me think," Bra said, and paused dramatically. Then she laughed. "Oh no, no, I just couldn't! I'd feel so bad for him if I hooked him up with you. I'd regret it for the rest of my life!"
I was cracking up by now, and chose this time to come out of the stall and leave the bathroom with Bra. I didn't look back at Melissa, so I don't know if she shot us any dirty looks or anything. I didn't really care.
"Ugh, I hate that girl," Bra said as we walked back to the table. "She's the daughter of one of the top execs in some company that Capsule Corp. works with. She's a snobby ho-bag. I met her before at some kind of dinner thing, but she doesn't seem to remember me at all."
"Well I'm glad you refreshed her memory."
"Yeah. Me too."
When we got back to the table Trunks was sitting there with Goten, Uub, and Marron.
"Sorry Trunks, dearest," Bra said in a sing-song voice. "I just pissed off your latest dance partner."
"That's okay, he'll just easily find a new one, and she'll be much prettier," I accidentally said out loud. I quickly averted my eyes from the ones that I knew must be looking at me now.
A/N: Well how did you like this chapter? It's been a long time, I know, but a lot has been going on and I just haven't been on my computer as much. And I DO feel bad! Horrible, actually. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Anyone interested in X-Men, be on the lookout for my X-Men fanfiction (it'll most likely be Wolverine/Rogue, or Logan/Marie if you prefer).
Thanks for reading and reviewing. You guys are great.
Thanks for waiting for this chapter. I know I haven't written since last summer... and that's
pathetic, I know. I'm sorry!
*** Error Correct*** Where it says 'Cub' in Ch. 4, I meant 'Uub'! (damn spell check!)
Anyoo, here's chapter five, finally. I'm extremely sorry for the long wait. I do check reviews often, and I love them! I have 73 reviews at this point, and I think I'll consider writing chapter 6 when I get 90 reviews... *smirks evilly* No, actually, I consider chapter 6 when I have TIME for it. Reviews aren't really a factor, but I'd like to have some to tell me how I'm doing.
Chapter 5 -
I slid into the front seat of Trunks' car just as he was getting into the driver's seat. Goten, Bra,
Marron, and Uub were in the car behind us, waiting for us to start moving so they could follow. I glanced in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow. I could see Goten and Bra cracking up about something, and I wish I knew what it was. I could go for a laugh right about now. I was alone in the car with Trunks, and I was still a little pissed at him for what he did to me earlier. I didn't hear an apology yet, and I, of course, wanted one. I mean, it would be nice.
Trunks started the car and in a moment we were on our way. I settled into my seat and looked out the window at the passing trees. It was raining outside, but not drizzling exactly. It was the kind of rain that fell slow but had those big fat drops that always seem to land on your cheeks, and collected in those same fat drops on the windows. I know Trunks wished he didn't have to leave the top of the car up, but I didn't care either way. The rain was a pretty sight, actually.
"Pan?"
Ooh, Trunks is going to say something to me. Could this be my apology? I certainly hope so, because I've been waiting for it all day now. The stupid baka isn't off the hook with me yet. "Yeah?" I asked casually.
"Earlier," he began, "you said I wasn't old, but that I was 'older'. Remember?"
Yes. I remember. I have a feeling this isn't leading to my apology though, but maybe something more interesting.
"Yeah," I told him, "Why?"
"Well...," he said, and I noticed he shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably. "Older… how?"
I forgot all about the apology I was expecting, because really it wasn't all that important, and stared at him blankly. I felt kind of bad for saying that to him in the first place. I could tell that he'd been thinking about it for a while. Probably not as long as I've been waiting for my apology, but this was Trunks - and for him to mull over something like this wasn't anything I wanted.
"Trunks, that's not what I meant," I paused as I racked my brain for the right words. "I meant that you're older. Older than... well, older than you were before."
"Everyone is older than they were before," he said after some silence. He didn't understand, and
I didn't blame him. I wasn't telling him the exact truth of what him being 'older' actually meant to me. I still wasn't so sure that I wanted to.
"No, Trunks," I said as Trunks parked the car at the club, "That's not what I meant either."
"Then what-"
To avoid answering the question I knew was coming, I opened the door and sprang out of the car. "Come on, Trunks," I called into the car, "let's go!"
"But Pan-"
There was definitely no way I could pretend not to hear him, so I just smirked at him to let him know that I was avoiding the situation purposely. He grumbled something, then muttered something about how if he was so old then he shouldn't be clubbing with us. I smiled up at him and linked my arm through his to show that I appreciated his company as I drug him towards the club. Goten, Bra, Marron, and Uub were leading the way across the parking lot.
We got right through the crowds and into the club because, well, we were with the president of
Capsule Corp. That's an added perk when we're with Trunks. Bra can get us in too, but she's not as easily recognizable as Trunks is. Although with Trunks, that's sometimes a bad thing.
"Well this old ass might as well have some fun tonight," Trunks commented as we entered the club.
"Now that's the spirit," I said sarcastically as we sat down at a booth.
"Panny," Trunks nearly whined. "Why do you think I'm old?"
I sighed. He had a one track mind. And the way he was acting now, it was as if he was trying
to play off the big deal that he had made about it before. I could tell he still really did care though.
"Trunks, for the last time, I… I didn't mean it," I told him.
"Yes you did." He gave me one of those sad, pathetic, 'how could you' looks.
"Trunks!" I laughed. "I do not! Quit your bitching! And don't give me that look!"
"Why?"
"It's....," I tried not to laugh, but it wasn't working. I cracked up. "It's terrible!"
He threw his head back and laughed, and I could tell that he'd stop bothering me about being old... for now, anyway. We were both laughing by now and I started to feel less distanced from Trunks. He ordered a drink for each of us and we settled back with them and watched the scene around us.
"You can't say you didn't miss this," I said as I noticed a sparkle that I hadn't seen in Trunks' eyes in months.
"Of course I did," he said as he took a sip from his drink, "but when I'm buried under mountains of paperwork, it's the last thing I think about. I have too much other crap to worry about. Unlike you, who is content to go clubbing every night and forget about her future and starting a career, and-"
"Excuse me," I interrupted, "I'll have you know that I'll be working at Capsule Corporation starting
in two weeks." Yes. It was true. This was a little piece of information that I'd been keeping from
Trunks, just so I could spring it on him at a moment when he really didn't expect to hear it. That's always a kick.
He stared at me dumbfounded for a minute. "Why didn't you tell me?!" He exclaimed indignantly after he'd regained his senses. "I'm the President; I would have really liked to know this information sooner!"
"You mean you don't want me to work with you?"
This question was aimed at sending Trunks on a small guilt trip. After all, he had just assumed that I was clubbing every night and neglecting my future.
"Of course I want you to work with me! I'm sick of incompetent people working under me! With the workers I have, I'm half surprised that the budget report wasn't written in crayon."
"You have plenty of good workers, Trunks."
"Yeah, but the ones that are ridiculously terrible seem to be around me all the time. So what position did my mother hire you as?"
I paused for a moment. "Your mother didn't hire me."
He choked on his drink a bit. Well, that doesn't do it justice – he pretty much spit his drink across the table. "You mean you went through the whole stupid application process?!"
"Umm... yes...?"
"Pan! You didn't have to do that! We know you, and we would have hired you right away and given you a good position-"
I rolled my eyes and cut him off. "Trunks. That's exactly what I didn't want. I wanted to get the job on my own. Because I had the skill for it. I didn't graduate at the top of my class for nothing."
"Well we know you have the skill for it. What position were you hired as?"
"Umm... actually the guy didn't say."
Trunks slapped his forehead. "Oh Kami," he said as he ran his hand down his face. "That means that you're just going to be filling some random position. They saw your qualifications, liked them, but they aren't necessarily going to use them. They're just going to hire you because your resume looked good and put you anywhere. You can't say you 'didn't graduate at the top of your class for nothing.' Because Pan, you pretty much did just that."
Oh. That's really wonderful.
I sat there as Trunks vented a bit about how I wasn't going to be worked to my potential, and how
I was most likely going to get a job that I was overqualified for or a job that didn't even suit the qualifications that I had. I had been excited about this job before, and he had just crushed it all.
But of course, it was better that he had done it now, rather than have my excitement crushed as they hire me for some kind of janitorial duty or something.
"You know, Capsule Corporation doesn't-"
Before he could finish, a tall blonde approached our booth.
"That's just like you, Mr. Briefs," she began, smiling at Trunks, "always talking business."
Trunks looked up at her and smiled. "Melissa," he greeted, "what brings you here?"
"The music," she said huskily. "Care to dance?"
"Well..."
"Oh, just one song," she begged, giving him the worst puppy dog eyes I have ever encountered.
"Alright, I would never say no to you, Melissa."
Trunks turned to me before he left. "I'll be back in a bit," he said as he walked off with Melissa.
'Don't bother,' I thought to myself. This Melissa girl seems like a bimbo. A whore. Oh, wait - which of Trunks' girlfriends *weren't* these things? Do I even have to answer my own question? I sighed. Melissa was a tall blonde with big boobs and tight, skimpy clothing. She looked like junk to me, but I guess to any guy, she was gorgeous.
And what right did she have asking Trunks to dance anyway? To any other person, it should look like I'm his date. After all, it was just Trunks and I sitting at the table when she asked him to dance. Now I'm sitting here by myself as I watch him disappear with her.
I sighed and stirred my drink idly. That's right Trunks, dance with the whore. Pretend she's beautiful. Pretend that she's interested in you, not your loads of money and good looks.
Goten picked that moment to sit down next to me. "Man oh man!" He cried, "Do you see that babe that Trunks is dancing with?"
I'm not blind, nor would I care if she's a 'babe' or not. I stood up a bit more quickly and irritably than I had intended and mumbled something about going to the bathroom; I don't even know what I mumbled really, I just wanted some kind of excuse to get out of there.
"What did you say?" Goten shouted over the music.
But I didn't look back at him. I know what he must think by now. He must think that I'm in love with Trunks. And really, it's not that. I just can't stand it when he ditches me for blonde bimbos with no real character. Bimbos with nothing special about them besides their excessive boob size.
He doesn't have a future with her. He knows it too. So why he's wasting his time, I can't imagine.
Only after I got into the bathroom did I notice that Bra had followed me there. She pushed the door open shortly after me and hurried in. The bathroom stunk. It was filled with smoke and two girls were making out in the corner, and getting a bit too intimate with each other for anyone to want to watch. Bra scrunched her face up at them and I took the liberty of guiding them into one of the open bathroom stalls. I stepped back and Bra closed the door. Once that matter was taken care of, I walked to the mirror and pretended to be fixing my make-up.
"Why'd you run out like that?"
Of course, I knew she was going to ask this. So, I tell her.
"I'm so sick of watching Trunks go along with all those morons who throw themselves at him! What annoys me the most is now she's going to think that because he danced with her once, it's an open invitation to spend the night at our table, hanging all over Trunks. Now the rest of us have to listen to her boring, self-centered crap for the rest of the night, all because he can't say no to the trash that he's a magnet for."
Bra stared at me for a moment, shocked at my little outburst. "Woa."
The bathroom door opened and none other than Melissa walked in. "Speak of the devil," I muttered to Bra. She giggled. I walked into a stall before she could see me, because I honestly don't feel like confrontation.
Melissa walked up to the mirror and started fixing her make-up.
"You'll never believe who I was just dancing with," she gushed to Bra, as if the two of them were long-lost best friends. "The president of Capsule Corporation! Trunks Briefs. Oh god damn, he's so rich… and so hot!"
"That's nice," Bra said flatly. "I've seen him naked."
Melissa's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. "You have?"
"Yeah. He's real immature and thinks it's real funny to streak through the house when my friends are over."
"He comes to your house?!"
"Yeah. He's my brother."
"Oooh," Melissa squealed. "Do you think you could hook me up with him?"
"Let me think," Bra said, and paused dramatically. Then she laughed. "Oh no, no, I just couldn't! I'd feel so bad for him if I hooked him up with you. I'd regret it for the rest of my life!"
I was cracking up by now, and chose this time to come out of the stall and leave the bathroom with Bra. I didn't look back at Melissa, so I don't know if she shot us any dirty looks or anything. I didn't really care.
"Ugh, I hate that girl," Bra said as we walked back to the table. "She's the daughter of one of the top execs in some company that Capsule Corp. works with. She's a snobby ho-bag. I met her before at some kind of dinner thing, but she doesn't seem to remember me at all."
"Well I'm glad you refreshed her memory."
"Yeah. Me too."
When we got back to the table Trunks was sitting there with Goten, Uub, and Marron.
"Sorry Trunks, dearest," Bra said in a sing-song voice. "I just pissed off your latest dance partner."
"That's okay, he'll just easily find a new one, and she'll be much prettier," I accidentally said out loud. I quickly averted my eyes from the ones that I knew must be looking at me now.
A/N: Well how did you like this chapter? It's been a long time, I know, but a lot has been going on and I just haven't been on my computer as much. And I DO feel bad! Horrible, actually. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Anyone interested in X-Men, be on the lookout for my X-Men fanfiction (it'll most likely be Wolverine/Rogue, or Logan/Marie if you prefer).
Thanks for reading and reviewing. You guys are great.