Ha, well, I seem to have issues updating, if no one has noticed. Actually I just basically forget about these things until like, now. But anyways, here is the next chapter. Enjoy…

Quick recap - Trunks and Pan meet on a ship, ship blows up from unknown causes, they escape the blast on life boats, and have now fallen asleep on the beach of an island that they've found.

The Lives We Lead - Chapter 5 - Morning of Day 1

Trunks squeezed his eyes more closed, trying to block out the blinding sun above him. Moving his hand from his side, he tried to block the sunlight as his eyes fluttered open. Ever so slowly, as if afraid to burn his eyes, he peered out of half closed eyes and looked around, remembering the events of the night before. Then, for the first time, he felt the presence of another body on his chest. Pan had her head situated so on his chest that if there had been onlookers they would have formed a 'T' shape.

He silently rolled his eyes and tried to figure out a way that he might move without waking her, which was obviously not very possibly. So, deciding that he had to do what had to be done, he nudged her shoulder gently. She didn't move. Rolling his eyes once more and letting out a sigh, he nudged harder. This time her eyes shot open and she was standing in moments. He started to laugh at her reaction, when she realized what had happened, she just gave him a death glare and sat back down.

"You need a new way of waking people up," she rubbed her eyes more awake.

"But this way is so much more fun, and the reaction are so much more amusing," he sat up next to her.

Her eyes scanned the island, something Trunks' own eyes had done before waking her. She saw what they had noted last night, a mountain and a lot of trees. The two boats they had used lay side by side next to where they had slept. Everything looked as though it had last night, except now it was daylight. But then she cocked her head and stared at an object on the beach in front of them. Raising one eyebrow, she got up and walked over to it. It was a board, a piece of the ship they had been on the night before.

Trunks had followed her to the edge of the water, noticing the same piece of wood laying on the beach. He looked up and scanned the rest of the beach, noting the various other items that had been washed up. He started walking out into the water more, noticing a small thing bobbing in the water.

"Look there," He pointed out into the water, "It looks like one of our chests."

"Possibly," Pan followed his pointing finger, "But there'd be no sense in --"

She was cut off by the sound of splashing water, Trunks was wading out to get the chest. She rolled her eyes for the second or third time this morning. She had been about to say not to do the exact thing that he had just done, jump out into the middle of the water to get a chest that was probably only full of clothes anyways.

"What, exactly, are you doing," she yelled out to him.

"Getting my chest, what's it look like," He yelled over his shoulder.

"It looks to me like you're being dumb, can't you just wait until the tide brings it in?"

At this Trunks stopped. A sheepish grin spread across his face. He hadn't thought of that one. But after the embarrassment had warn off, he shrugged his shoulders and yelled back to her:

"Already this far out, no sense in turning back!"

At this comment Pan smiled and put her face in her hands. This is who she's stuck with for who knows how long. Great. She sighed and looked up to see Trunks, swimming now, out to the chest. Soon, he was attempting to swim in with one arm on the chest and one arm pushing the water to get him closer to shore. This was a very humorous site. I mean, come on, imagine a man, with purple hair nonetheless, swimming in an ocean pulling a chest behind him. Finally, he found his footing and started to walk back to where Pan had been patiently waiting for him to return. He dropped the chest and fell to the ground, arms sprawled at his side, one leg up the other down.

"That was harder than it looked," he said after he took a deep breath.

"I'm sure it was," she laughed and opened the chest, only to have water pour out of it, "so, wait, if it's full of water… how was it floating?"

"It's hollow besides the stuff in it," he said matter-of-factly.

"Well this isn't going to do us much good," She was slowly taking out the wet clothing and dropping it on the ground besides the chest. Then she came across something she hadn't expected, "What's this for?"

Trunks looked up to see her looking over a small dagger. His dagger that had been given to him by his mother when he was fifteen (coming of age type thing). Deciding she probably wouldn't understand what it was, he just plainly explained it was for self defense and she didn't question further.

Then an idea struck him. They had no clue as to what was on the island. He looked up at the sky and saw no clouds, but from being a sailor he knew how fast weather came in over the water. They should probably find shelter and if nothing else, exploring would give them something to do.

"How about exploring?"

"What," she was still searching desperately through his chest when he had interrupted her.

"Well, we're going to basically be living here until we get found or otherwise find means of escape," he shrugged his shoulders, "Why not learn a little about the island that we have to call home?"

Although she mentally did not like the idea of calling an island in the middle of nowhere with no sign of people home, she agreed that they should probably figure out what was where and what not.

"Good plan," she started putting all the clothes back in the chest, then stood, "Where to first?"

" I say the mountain."

She nodded and they started walking, along the beach, towards the small hill that they were calling a mountain. As they walked, Pan picked up small shells that she thought were interesting or otherwise caught her eye. Also, along the way was more debris from the sunken ship. When they came upon a bunch of kelp, not knowing what it was, Pan knelt beside it and poked it with a stick from nearby.

"What is this," she asked, continually poking it and starring at it oddly.

"It's kelp," when all he got was a quizzically look he sighed, "seaweed?"

"Oh! Ok, makes sense," she stood and walked on, not looking down she suddenly tripped on another bunch of kelp. But she didn't hit the ground, instead she felt two oddly familiar arms around her waist.

"You just aren't allowed to walk," he laughed, setting her upright once more.

"You know what… just… be quiet," she acted mad and turned her back to him.

"Suit yourself, be mad, it was just a comment, or does that trip you off too," he laughed at his own joke, but soon stopped when he felt her slap his shoulder, "what was that for!?"

"What do you think it was for? Making fun of me," she shook her head, "tisk tisk."

"Well you didn't have to hit me."

"Like it hurt, big baby."

He just stuck his tongue out and continued the walk to the mountain, which she soon followed behind him.

Ok, so that was kinda sorta long, which halfway makes up for me not updating for awhile. But since there aren't many people reading this I guess, it doesn't really matter when I update! Oh well, I'll update again next week or something. Have a good one people.