Chapter Six
Now I sit here ten years later, in a little Chinese restaurant in San Francisco, idly stirring my tea and remembering that promise I made ten long years ago. I was in the prime of life then. I touch my face, feeling the fine wrinkle just to the side of my left eye. Old at thirty-two. I sigh heavily and sip some of my tea. I never called him. It makes my heart ache to think of what I have lost. The gold band still encircles my left ring finger; no one has ever wanted me except him. So I sit here, in black slacks and lavender top that hugs my slight figure, just. sitting there. A waiter comes by just as I am ready to ask for my bill, but he only sets a pair of chopsticks on the table and walks on. They are wrapped in a white sleeve with the word 'chopsticks' written in Chinese on the front. And on the back someone has written in Japanese. I strain back to college when I knew the language as well as English. I feel my heart beat faster when I realize what is written, and the handwriting that is so familiar. i'You never called.'/i this is all it says. Everything comes rushing back to me in that moment. The promise that never came true. I look up and see a pair of blue eyes staring back at me. Trunks!" I throw myself at him in a huge hug. He kisses me on the cheek very briefly before he whispers in my ear, "I shouldn't be here with you. I'm sorry, but I couldn't wait for you as long as you waited for me." Trunks pulls away and a look of disbelief crosses my face for a moment as an ache begins to settle itself in my stomach. A woman trails behind Trunks, her black hair pulled into a bun at the top of her head. "Megan, I would like you to meet my wife Pan. Pan, this is one of my college friends, Megan," Trunks says. He smiles lovingly at his wife but not before I catch a glimpse of pain in his wondrously blue eyes. 'What I would give,' I wish at that moment. "Pleased to meet you Pan," I say, forcing a big smile as I shake hands with her. I had gone to California to study acting, and here I was putting on a marvelous show and wearing a mask so no one could see my real face. "Quite welcome, I have heard only good things about you. Trunks said you were the only girl on the entire campus who respected him." She laughs. "We ought to be going, Pan-chan," Trunks interrupts. "Good to see you again, Megan. C'mon, little Meg, keep close to mommy." I could only watch as a little girl with long lavender hair ran to catch up with Pan. 'Meg,' I think to myself, 'He named his daughter Meg.' I leave my money for the check on the table and step out of the restaurant. Almost without noticing, I quietly slip the chopsticks into my pocket and head home, letting my tears fall as fast as the cold November rain that now covers the city.
~**~
So there you have it. While I wrote this thing a few years ago during one night when I sucked down enough coffee and caffeine to kill a full-grown male elephant, (Or a full-grown Vegeta, there really is no difference. ::grins:: I love you, Vegeta!) I do believe that this version was much better. If you want the original, too bad, I'm too embarrassed to even poke at it with an eighty-foot pole, let alone pick it up, it'd probably burn me! I hope you enjoyed Chinese Chopsticks! Remember, I don't own Trunks or anyone else affiliated with Dragon Ball Z mentioned in here. (Though owning Trunks wouldn't be all that bad. Hee hee). So don't sue, 'cause they're not mine, I'll leave it all to Akira Toryama. Ja ne!
Now I sit here ten years later, in a little Chinese restaurant in San Francisco, idly stirring my tea and remembering that promise I made ten long years ago. I was in the prime of life then. I touch my face, feeling the fine wrinkle just to the side of my left eye. Old at thirty-two. I sigh heavily and sip some of my tea. I never called him. It makes my heart ache to think of what I have lost. The gold band still encircles my left ring finger; no one has ever wanted me except him. So I sit here, in black slacks and lavender top that hugs my slight figure, just. sitting there. A waiter comes by just as I am ready to ask for my bill, but he only sets a pair of chopsticks on the table and walks on. They are wrapped in a white sleeve with the word 'chopsticks' written in Chinese on the front. And on the back someone has written in Japanese. I strain back to college when I knew the language as well as English. I feel my heart beat faster when I realize what is written, and the handwriting that is so familiar. i'You never called.'/i this is all it says. Everything comes rushing back to me in that moment. The promise that never came true. I look up and see a pair of blue eyes staring back at me. Trunks!" I throw myself at him in a huge hug. He kisses me on the cheek very briefly before he whispers in my ear, "I shouldn't be here with you. I'm sorry, but I couldn't wait for you as long as you waited for me." Trunks pulls away and a look of disbelief crosses my face for a moment as an ache begins to settle itself in my stomach. A woman trails behind Trunks, her black hair pulled into a bun at the top of her head. "Megan, I would like you to meet my wife Pan. Pan, this is one of my college friends, Megan," Trunks says. He smiles lovingly at his wife but not before I catch a glimpse of pain in his wondrously blue eyes. 'What I would give,' I wish at that moment. "Pleased to meet you Pan," I say, forcing a big smile as I shake hands with her. I had gone to California to study acting, and here I was putting on a marvelous show and wearing a mask so no one could see my real face. "Quite welcome, I have heard only good things about you. Trunks said you were the only girl on the entire campus who respected him." She laughs. "We ought to be going, Pan-chan," Trunks interrupts. "Good to see you again, Megan. C'mon, little Meg, keep close to mommy." I could only watch as a little girl with long lavender hair ran to catch up with Pan. 'Meg,' I think to myself, 'He named his daughter Meg.' I leave my money for the check on the table and step out of the restaurant. Almost without noticing, I quietly slip the chopsticks into my pocket and head home, letting my tears fall as fast as the cold November rain that now covers the city.
~**~
So there you have it. While I wrote this thing a few years ago during one night when I sucked down enough coffee and caffeine to kill a full-grown male elephant, (Or a full-grown Vegeta, there really is no difference. ::grins:: I love you, Vegeta!) I do believe that this version was much better. If you want the original, too bad, I'm too embarrassed to even poke at it with an eighty-foot pole, let alone pick it up, it'd probably burn me! I hope you enjoyed Chinese Chopsticks! Remember, I don't own Trunks or anyone else affiliated with Dragon Ball Z mentioned in here. (Though owning Trunks wouldn't be all that bad. Hee hee). So don't sue, 'cause they're not mine, I'll leave it all to Akira Toryama. Ja ne!