Probably the cheesiest title ever, but that's okay! This is Pan/Trunks, FYI. Alliteration will abound, so don't be blown away. On to the fic!
DISCLAIMER: DB/Z/GT belongs to Akira Toriyama. I don't own anything, so dun sue me.
PROLOGUE ONE
PAN'S POV
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling of my cramped quarters on the CC ship, unmoving. All I could think about was the guy I loved. Yep, at ten years old, I was already in love. I'd put Grandma ChiChi to shame yet. Well, at least he was a close family friend.
A knock came at the door. "Who is it?" I called unenthusiastically.
"Goku," a child's voice returned.
"Come on in," I called back apathetically. The door opened, and the age-challenged adult walked in. He closed the door behind him and turned to face me.
"What's wrong?" he said without preamble.
"Nothing," I replied, turning away.
"Don't say nothing!" the super-short Saiyan snapped (try saying THAT five times fast). "You've been moping ever since we found the seventh Dragonball!"
I sighed dejectedly. Was it possible to hide anything from the mini man? I decided to be frank with him. "I'm in love."
Goku fainted.
***ONE HOUR LATER***
After I woke him up and calmed him down, the interrogation process began. "Who is it?"
I decided to play dumb. "Who is what?"
"Who are you in love with?"
I countered with another question: "Does it matter?"
"Well, of course!" he said. "Is he around your age?"
"No."
"How much older or younger?"
I thought about this for a second. Should I answer truthfully and give it away?
Goku sighed. "Look, it's not just me that's asking. Trunks is worried about you, too."
My heard leapt at that. Trunks, my still-secret love, cared enough about me to be concerned about me. Then that blasted voice of reason chimed in. Of course he's concerned, you're best friends, for Dende's sake!
Unfortunately, that's why I couldn't tell him I loved him. I thought that if we started dating, he'd stop being my friend and just be my boyfriend. Plus, I was also afraid of rejection. If he didn't love me, I didn't know what I'd do.
"Pan? Hello?" Goku was waving his hand in front of my face.
"Sorry, Grampa, I was lost in thought." I swung back onto the bed. "Now go away."
He walked out slowly, looking hurt and worried.