Author's Note: Well, this is a sad time for me. This fic reflects on what's happened to me in the past couple of days, so don't be harsh in your review. Thanks. Oh, by the way, I don't really know how zenni works, because I don't really know how yen works, so, if it's cool with you guys, I'm just going to use American dollars.
Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine, but I still own Chibi Trunks. ::huggles action figure::
Broken
by Supaa Saiyajin Trinity
Chapter 1: Truth Revealed
"Moshi moshi?"
"Hey."
"Oh, uh, hey! What's up?"
"Not a whole lot. You busy today? I was hoping we could go out to lunch."
"Ummm..." *rustling of papers* "Sorry, I can't, I have a business meeting in half an hour."
"Oh... Another time then, I guess."
"Yeah. Talk to you later." *click*
"Bu--" Sighing, Pan set the phone down. Trunks hadn't even given her a chance to say goodbye. Lately, he'd been getting more and more distant. He was always busy, he'd never call... Why, the last time they'd gone out to dinner was weeks ago.
Dejected, the raven-haired girl lay back on her bed, arms behind her head. She stared up at the ceiling. "Hmmm... I wish I could do something..."
Suddenly, she shot up. Her hands flew to her mouth as a grin spread across her face. "Yosh'! That's it!" she shouted. "I'll BRING him lunch! Then we could eat it together!"
Giddy, she jumped off the bed and rushed down the stairs. Calling to her mother that she would be back in a little while, she grabbed her wallet off the counter and ran out the door.
Swooping through the clouds on the way to McDonalds, Pan felt very proud of herself. 'Boy, is he going to be surprised,' she thought.
She could already see the smile that would grace those perfect lips. 'Pan-chan,' he'd say, "You didn't have to do this."
'I know,' she'd reply shyly. 'But I wanted to...'
At that, he'd take her into his arms and pull her into his lap, and their lips would meet. Trunks' hands would find their way into her shirt, and she'd moan and lean against him...
The goofy look on Pan's face at the daydream was quickly replaced by one of seriousness as she shook herself. Better to save those thoughts for when they would be of more, ah, use.
Landing in the alley next to the Satan City McDonalds, so as not to arouse suspicion, Pan peeked her head out to make sure she had not been seen. She walked in and stood in line. When her turn came, she strode up to the counter.
"Konnichiwa, and welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?"
Smiling at the boy at the counter, she said, "Hi. I'd like to get sixteen Big Mac meals, please. And make it quick."
He looked at her incredulously, blinking. "...Sumimasen, but did you say sixTEEN?"
"Yeah." She raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?"
"Uh, no, that's fine. For here or to go?"
"To go."
"Okay, ummm..." He rang it up. "That'll be $60.45."
She slapped $65 on the counter. "Keep the change."
"Uh, arigato." He stuck the money in the register and handed her receipt. "It'll be a minute." He went in back and called to the staff, "Guys, you better work your asses off, cause some crazy girl up front wants sixteen Big Mac meals, and she wants em quick."
Diligently, all the cooks got to work. Five minutes later, the cashier emerged holding sixteen bags of food and sixteen cups. "Here ya go," he said handing them to her.
"Thanks," she said, and grabbed the bags. Walking out back to the alley, again checking to make sure she was alone, she blasted off in the direction of Capsule Corporation.
***
As Pan strolled into the Head of Department office, she found it strangely empty. The secretary's seat had been abandoned, although papers were strewn about the top of her desk. 'Hmmm... must be on a lunch break herself,' she mused.
Shrugging, she shifted the bags of food to one arm and sauntered up to the door of her lover's office. "Oh, Trunks..." she said sultrily, one hand on the doorknob.
Not getting a response, she called him again. "Trunks?"
A groan was heard from inside the room.
Now she was beginning to panic. It wasn't like him to not respond, even if he was distracted by work. Turning the knob, the sight that greeted her as she opened the door was far from what she had expected to see.
There he was, her lavender-haired Adonis, shirt open, pants bunched around his ankles, body sprawled across that of a brunette, whom Pan realized was indeed Trunks' secretary.
And Pan thought she'd been out to lunch. ...Well, to a certain extent, she had been.
Trunks' forehead and neck glistened with sweat, the back of his shirt drenched. His tie and business jacket, along with the girl's blouse, lay in a crumpled head on the floor next to the desk on which they rested. The smell of sex was unmistakable; it completely flooded Pan's senses.
She could not keep contained the gasp of horror and shock at the scene before her. The bags that she had been holding slipped from her arms and crashed to the ground as a hand flew over her mouth and her eyes went wide.
The sounds caused Trunks to lift his sweaty head from the bosomy chest of his companion, panting heavily, an exhausted expression on his face, eyes half-lidded. But they went wide as well when he realized exactly who it was that had caught him. For a minute, the absolute shock of the situation caused them both to freeze and stare at one another. Abruptly, Pan turned around and made her way out of the room, a hand still over her mouth. The food was forgotten.
"Pan--" In his haste to get up and run after his now ex-fiancée, Trunks tripped over the pants that were still around his ankles. He fell comically, and while dazed for a second, quickly got to his feet, and, pulling up his pants along the way, ran after her. Catching up to her, he grabbed her arm, only to be whirled upon. In a split second, he felt a fist come into contact with his jaw and his body was thrown across the room to the far end. He looked up in surprise.
Pan glared down at him. Her ki radiated around her, giving her the appearance of glowing. While she wasn't a Super Saiyajin, her eyes still burned with the fire that would fuel the transformation. For the first time in a very long time, Trunks felt true fear.
"Don't. Touch. Me."
He gulped cringed at the tone she spoke with. The voice he heard did not belong to the girl he had asked to marry, and now he knew he was done for. Trying to bring her back, he whimpered, "B-But, Pan, I love you..."
Her open hands clenched into fists. She powered up further. "Goddamn it, you bastard, if you loved me, you wouldn't have FUCKING DONE THIS TO ME!"
Giving one last thought, he tried, albeit for what would be the last time, "...Can we at least be friends?"
"...Friends?" Pan stared at him, blinking. "Friends? You sleep with your secretary, you FUCK YOUR SECRETARY, and you think that I still want to have anything to do with you?!"
Then she did something that Trunks didn't expect. She laughed. She laughed long and loud, not holding back at all. But it wasn't the kind of laughter that one would spout from hearing a joke; no, it was evil laughter, the kind associated with her ancient race. Suddenly she stopped, deadly silent, and she began to push herself to the limit, powering up to levels she had only dreamed of. One by one, the memories of all those years spent together as friends, as lovers rose in her mind. Her eyes shut in pain, in anger, that he could do this to her.
Suddenly, the image of her fiancé's perspiring body stretched out on top of that slut's popped up. A growl started deep in her throat, then progressed to a full scream as power rushed through her body. Her hair flickered gold as her eyes began to tear. The rage consumed her, and Pan invited it.
The scream finally ceased, and a moment later, she stood before him, a Super Saiyajin. Golden energy radiated from her body. When she spoke, it was with a deep tone, one with move evil intent than Trunks had ever heard coming from a living being before. "No, Trunks. We can never be friends." That said, she launched herself at him and implanted her fist into his stomach.
It was too late for Trunks by the time that he realized what she was going to do. As he struggled to breathe, he slumped forward and blacked out.
Smirking, Pan sighed and forced herself to relax as she dropped out of Super Saiyajin. She looked down at her left hand, where a beautiful diamond ring gleamed in the sunlight that streamed through the window. Taking it off, she dropped it next to him, and fired a ki blast at it. She watched as it burned, pleased with herself, but also pained beyond imagining. She knew this was the end, and now he would too. She turned and walked calmly out.
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