Yeah uh… about getting this story up the next day… oops? I had a crap load of homework and I'm working on a new layout for my site, I really didn't feel like typing it all out. But, I decided that I should, so here it is, chapter 2.
The Lives We Lead - Chapter 2 - To Sea
Trunks led Pan up to the top decks. When she took the last step, she immediately ran to the side of the boat. Fearing that she might be seasick or something (Reminder, they haven't left port yet!) he ran over to her side to see if she was ok. When he got there he saw she was waving to all the people below. He laughed at his own thoughts of her being seasick.
"Enjoying yourself, M'lady," He asked with a laugh, "This must be your first time out to sea."
"Wow.. Glad you could tell," Pan replied sarcastically turning to him, "So what's all this… junk?"
Trunks looked to where her hand had pointed, strewn about were ropes, extra sail fitting and even a pair of boots.
"Also," She added, "Why are there no men up here?"
"Well, to the reason there is junk lying everywhere is because no one has picked it up yet and this just seems like a good place to put it," He actually didn't know why, but that sounded good enough, " The reason there are no people up here is because this is a reserved deck for the captain."
"So then what makes you so special," She asked him, "You certainly are not the captain."
"You're right," He said mater of factly, "But I am the captains son and heir."
This statement took Pan by surprise, that man had a son? They were nothing alike! Of course, she hadn't spent much time with either of them, but still, Trunks was more civil than the captain. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ship suddenly making a start. She watched over the rail again to see the dock slowly moving further and further away.
"Shouldn't you be down there," She asked, once more turning to Trunks, "I mean, shouldn't you help?"
"Tired of my company already, m'lady?" Trunks asked, eyebrows raised.
"No, not yet anyway," She stated with a smirk, "And another thing, don't call me m'lady or whatever, when it's just you and me. I hate that. I am a human you know."
"A high ranking one though. Therefore your title insists that you be called m'lady or ma'm," Trunks defended.
"Yes, well, as a high ranking person I demand that you don't call me that," She turned to see the dock fading away, "Pan will do just fine."
"Alright, Pan, would you like to see the rest of the ship?"
"No, actually," She turned back to him, "I'd like to stay right here and learn more about you."
"Me? What would you know about me," Trunks asked, astonished that she would be so formal, but it was better than him calling her m'lady.
"Why is your hair purple," She laughed, and then covered her mouth quickly, "I didn't mean that."
"It's quite alright," Trunks was smirking, "I don't know, I'm just…. abnormal I guess."
"You seem normal to me," Pan was still looking at the fading docks, "How old are you?"
"I'm 20 years. And yourself?"
"You never ask a lady her age," She turned to Trunks again, "But I am 17 years."
"TRUNKS!!!!" A voice shouted from the lower decks.
Trunks went to the stairwell and the voice shouted again.
"THE CAPTAIN WOULD SEE YOU RIGHT NOW!!"
Trunks nodded his head at the unnecessary screaming and came back to Pan.
"I have to go talk to my father," Trunks took her hand unconsciously, "Would you like me to give you the rest of the tour later tonight? In the moonlight or what have you?"
"That would be very nice," Pan was a little surprised that he had her hands in his, "I'll hold you to that. After dinner."
"Whatever M'lady desires," He took her hands and kissed them, then went to the stairs and disappeared in to the lower deck.
Pan stood for a few moments, looking at the stairwell where trunks had just been. He was very charming and it didn't help that he was handsome. Pan sighed, once again she turned and looked oer the rail, now seeing only water and a few ships. The closet ship to them was behind them, it was a large warship. Twice the size of the one she now stood on. The only reason she thought it to be a warship was because it had cannons coming out the side. Suddenly, a hand came gently down on her shoulder. Pan turned to face the person.
"Father," she breathed, "You frightened me."
"It's going to be a great journey," he ignored her comment, "Your first sea journey. Our first journey. Then we'll get to the new world, and start a new life. It will be something to remember."
He kissed her forehead and walked away. Pan was both surprised and curious. Why would he even bother coming up here if he wasn't going to spend any time or anything with her? What was the point? Although he had never been one for family talks, Gohan had never made an attempt to be comfortable around his daughter. He had made it clear when she was younger that he had wished her to be a boy, but now seventeen years later, there was no other child and Pan was the only heir to one of the largest estates in all the land. She got over this little obsession for her father wanting her to be a boy. Her mother on the other hand, treated her just like any other mother would. To her, Pan had no father, she just had a father figure.
Trunks -----------------------
Trunks had walked to his fathers chambers only to be asked to wait outside for a few moments, which had turned into many minutes. All the while he looked to the upper deck to see Pan. He watched as she looked out to sea, then as her father came and now, as she walked down the ramp to return to her chambers. She looked up, Trunks wasn't sure if she could she him, so he smiled anyway. She smiled back and nodded her head. Then disappeared into her chambers. Trunks sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
Finally the door swung open. Trunks took a step inside. The only light came from the setting sun in the window to his left.
"Captain?" trunks asked to no one.
"Trunks," Vegeta showed himself. He was a rather short man, but his image was still intimidating, "At dinner you will sit next to those people. I can't stand them."
"Captain," Trunks was going to protest but got a sharp look from Vegeta.
"Yes, it is my duty, but you will do it."
"Yes, Captain."
Vegeta waved his hand and Trunks turned to leave. Shutting the doors behind him he let out a sigh. Long journey, starting with a long night. He climbed the stairwell to his chambers. Stepping inside, he lit a few candles for light and started going through his chests. He never unpacked them. He always had them packed in case they had to get off the ship or something or another. He finally found what he was looking for. His dress coat.
After Trunks had dressed he looked himself in the mirror. His white sailor pants were dirty but clean all at the same time. His white over shirt was matching and his black undershirt was as clean as they come. He nodded to himself and walked out of his chambers to the below deck kitchen.
Making sure that dinner was ready, Trunks then walked to the Sons' chambers on the other side of the boat. Knocking twice, he stepped back and waited for an answer. None came. He waited a few more moments, then knocked again. This time he heard feet. The door opened to an angry Gohan. His face shifted into a thoughtful look.
"It must be dnner time," He halfway asked.
"Yes, M'lord. I was here to accompany you," Trunks shifted feet.
"Well, come in," Gohan moved and Trunks took a step inside.
"Videl! Dinner!" Gohan shouted into the other room, "Trunks, is it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, Trunks, would you be so kind to escort my daughter to dinner. She wasn't feeling well earlier and she isn't dressed yet."
"uh… sure" Trunks stammered, "Do you know the way to the dinning hall?"
"We'll figure it out, thanks."
With that, Gohan walked out the door followed by Videl at his arm, walking towards the kitchen. Trunks noticed as they stopped and asked one of the cleaning crew directions. They then disappeared below decks.
"I'm sorry my father made you wait for me."
Trunks spun to the voice. Pan stood with a deep blue dress on. It matched her curves and brought out her features. Trunks couldn't find the words he was looking for.
"Is there a problem, Trunks?"
"No.. .n..o.. problem. You, uh, you look great," mentally slapping himself for sounding like an idiot.
"Well, thank you," Pan blushed slightly, "You're looking dashing in that uniform."
"Thank you as well," Trunks smirked and held out his arm, "Shall we?"
Pan took his arm and let him escort her to the dinning room. Looking into the room she saw black uniforms, just like the one Trunks was wearing, except black. At the head of the table was the captain. Trunks lead her to her seat, pulling out and pushing in her chair for her and then took his seat beside her and across from her parents.
The conversation at dinner was mostly about what Gohan was going to do to the his new village he had been ordered to make. The high officers (the other people in the room) all listened attentively, but Trunks was bored with the talk. He didn't like the idea of living on land. He had been born and raised at sea, only stepping off the ship when they needed supplies.
Pan nugged his knee. He looked at her. She smirked and leaned towards his ear.
"Are you as bored as I am," she whispered, her breathe tickling his ear.
"Probally more so," Trunks whispered back.
"Let's get out of here," she put her napkin on the table and said that she wasn't feeling well and Trunks was going to escort her back to her rooms, no one noticed really, except for Vegeta.
Pan took Trunks arm once more as he led her to the decks above. When they came out, it was very dark and the stars lit the sky. Trunks led her up to the top decks for the second time that day. She looked out into the sea and he sat against a wall.
"Why was your father angry earlier," Trunks asked, knowing it wasn't his place.
Pan whirled at the question. What was he asking that for? He had no reason.
"I'm not sure," she lied. It hurt to much to talk about.
"If you don't want to tell me, it's not my place anyways," Trunks looked up at her only to catch her eyes in an intense stare.
"You wouldn't understand."
"I can try. Or I could just be here to listen," Trunks shrugged his shoulders. Pan stood there for a moment, not sure as what to do and then she slowly sat next to him.
"My father is marrying me to the Crown Prince. He's coming to the New World in a few weeks and we are to be married in three months," Pan stated and looked down, tears forming in her eyes.
"But he's the Crown Prince," Trunks said, "Shouldn't you want to marry him?"
"I don't want a kingdom ruled by a moron. He's in love with me and I hate him," Pan whipped the tears from her eyes, still not looking up, "It isn't even that, it's the act that my father has an arranged marriage for me."
"Maybe it won't happen," he said, her head came up to meet his eyes, curious, "Life has a different plan for all of us, maybe it won't happen."
"I wish it were that simple."
They didn't say anymore on the topic. Soon it started to grow cold and Pan shivered. Trunks, noticing this, took off his coat and put it around her shoulders. Then, hesitantly, put his arm around her. To his relief, she set her head against his own shoulder. They sat there, just like that. Until they heard the ear piercing noise and saw the flames leap into the sky.
Uh oh…. Cliff hanger…. Maharaja. It'll be great, don't worry. Anyways, this time, I promise the next chapter will be out tomorrow. I already have it typed and everything. So you won't have to wait that long. Arighty. Review, be kind. Laterz