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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
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Chapter 10: Never Trust a Saiyan
Trunks turned around. His mouth dropped open. "Pan? What are you doing here?"
"I'd like to ask you the same question," she replied. What was going on? Hadn't they kissed and fallen asleep together on the plane? Was it all a silly dream?
He suddenly turned defensive. "I am eating lunch with my friend, Ashley. We met up at a street crossing and she invited me to lunch. Do you have a problem with that, Pan?"
Ashley did her best to look innocent, batting her pretty eyelashes at Trunks.
Pan was uncertain of what to say. She knew she had a temper, but she also knew she couldn't release it in front of everybody. She was better than that. "No," she said icily, and with a quick twist of her head, she motioned to her friends, "We'll see you later Trunks." And with that they were gone, leaving Trunks and Ashley in silence.
Trunks had seen that lifeless blue stare, and it indeed chilled him, as she had intended it to. Ashley was still clutching his hand, and looked at him with puppy eyes. "That wasn't very nice of them, do you know them Trunks?"
"Yes, but they aren't very important. So, where did you say you live?"
~
Pan was infuriated; the three girls had walked back to their hotel and ordered Chinese food up to their room.
"I can't believe Trunks would do something like that," Marron said, "he's always been so kind and considerate."
"Ya, that girl must have really turned him on," Bra commented.
Pan said nothing. She wasn't sure if it had been that big of an ordeal. After all, what if they were just friends, like Trunks said? Could she trust him? No, she thought. You can't trust a saiyan. She voiced her thoughts aloud to her friends, who reacted as though Trunks had had sex with her or something.
"No way, Pan!" Bra said, "This was bigger, he was having lunch with her for god's sakes!"
"Don't take any chances, hun," Marron agreed, "You should ask him what that was all about today, and figure out what's going through his head."
Pan was resolved to find out. So later in the day, while everyone went up for dinner, Pan stopped Trunks as he was coming out of his room across from theirs.
"Trunks, what was up with that girl today? You're not.. .um... serious about her, are you?" Pan looked up hopefully into Trunks' eyes, and he had to lie to her.
"I'm sorry about the way I acted, Pan," Trunks apologized, "There isn't anything really going on. I'm really sorry if I led you to think that. She just invited me to lunch, that's all. Now why don't we go join the others before they eat all the food?" He smiled then, but Pan saw through it.
What's he thinking, she wondered. There's a lie behind those beautiful eyes of his, I know it. ~
The next day was spent training and preparing for the tournament. Today was Friday, the day before the much-anticipated tournament. Tomorrow it would be held, and then on Sunday everyone would relax, and Monday they would celebrate Chi chi and Goku's anniversary. They wouldn't leave until Wednesday, because the day before the wives had planned a special excursion to Disneyland.
When all of the girls had sparred each other, and every other possible person, except for Pan, who refused to fight Trunks, they all realized how sweaty and smelly they all were, and everyone went up to shower. Pan was exhausted, she had sparred her Uncle Goten and even Grandpa Goku. Her other grandpa, Hercule, no one would see until the beginning of the tournament tomorrow.
Pan saw Trunks disappear right before everyone stopped at Chipotle for dinner. Bra came over and saw him leave too.
"He's got a date. I overheard him and Goten talking. Goten wished him luck, the bastard," Bra looked at Pan to see how she would react.
"Oh, he does, does he?" And she walked away to go speak with her mother.
Dinner had been fantastic, the excitement running high and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Except for Pan. She put on a happy face and responded to questions, but other than that, she picked at her food.
"May I be excused?" Pan asked her mother. "I just want to take a walk, I promise I won't be late."
"Sure, go ahead," her mother had a questioning, curious look in her eyes, but she knew not to probe Pan any further. She knew what it felt like to be in love, and her daughter obviously was.
Pan walked out into the starry night, thinking about how beautiful it was, and how happy she was to be in America. Everything about this city was intriguing, and every new thought burst into a hundred new questions. She got the answers to some, but most of the time she was left to imagine the solutions to the others.
Pan clutched her coat tighter to her body, for it was chilly out. Cold. That was the look Pan had given Trunks yesterday. Inside she knew he deserved it, but she couldn't help feeling guilty anyway. She decided to look for Trunks and his new friend to apologize. She didn't know if it was worth anything, but if she wanted to stay friends with the saiyan, she would have to.
She walked along the sidewalk, gazing at the people who were still up and partying. Some were drunk, and others were in fancy restaurants, politely talking with some foreign businessmen and showing off their wives in their fine dresses and jewelry. Even more people were standing next to the railing, making out with boyfriends or girlfriends. Speaking of which, isn't that purple and red hair? She couldn't really tell since it was dark out and their heads were smushed together like marshmallows.
Pan crept closer for a better look; just to reassure herself it wasn't who she hoped it wasn't. But alas, it was. There they were, without a care in the world. Ashley's hand was on his butt, his hands entangled in her hair.
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
She was a few feet away when she felt her heart truly break and all her guards were let down. "Oh..my..god.." she heard herself say weakly. Her hand was over her mouth in horror.
"What?" Trunks broke his lip lock and noticed she was there. "Oh my god, Pan! I didn't see you there! It's not what it looks like I swear!"
Pan was shocked to feel the warm trickle of tears starting to fall down her face. Again. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be real. Again. He had done it again.
"Please, listen to me!" Pan heard his voice, but it was far away, as if in the distance. She turned and ran; she couldn't take it anymore.
Never trust a saiyan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
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Chapter 10: Never Trust a Saiyan
Trunks turned around. His mouth dropped open. "Pan? What are you doing here?"
"I'd like to ask you the same question," she replied. What was going on? Hadn't they kissed and fallen asleep together on the plane? Was it all a silly dream?
He suddenly turned defensive. "I am eating lunch with my friend, Ashley. We met up at a street crossing and she invited me to lunch. Do you have a problem with that, Pan?"
Ashley did her best to look innocent, batting her pretty eyelashes at Trunks.
Pan was uncertain of what to say. She knew she had a temper, but she also knew she couldn't release it in front of everybody. She was better than that. "No," she said icily, and with a quick twist of her head, she motioned to her friends, "We'll see you later Trunks." And with that they were gone, leaving Trunks and Ashley in silence.
Trunks had seen that lifeless blue stare, and it indeed chilled him, as she had intended it to. Ashley was still clutching his hand, and looked at him with puppy eyes. "That wasn't very nice of them, do you know them Trunks?"
"Yes, but they aren't very important. So, where did you say you live?"
~
Pan was infuriated; the three girls had walked back to their hotel and ordered Chinese food up to their room.
"I can't believe Trunks would do something like that," Marron said, "he's always been so kind and considerate."
"Ya, that girl must have really turned him on," Bra commented.
Pan said nothing. She wasn't sure if it had been that big of an ordeal. After all, what if they were just friends, like Trunks said? Could she trust him? No, she thought. You can't trust a saiyan. She voiced her thoughts aloud to her friends, who reacted as though Trunks had had sex with her or something.
"No way, Pan!" Bra said, "This was bigger, he was having lunch with her for god's sakes!"
"Don't take any chances, hun," Marron agreed, "You should ask him what that was all about today, and figure out what's going through his head."
Pan was resolved to find out. So later in the day, while everyone went up for dinner, Pan stopped Trunks as he was coming out of his room across from theirs.
"Trunks, what was up with that girl today? You're not.. .um... serious about her, are you?" Pan looked up hopefully into Trunks' eyes, and he had to lie to her.
"I'm sorry about the way I acted, Pan," Trunks apologized, "There isn't anything really going on. I'm really sorry if I led you to think that. She just invited me to lunch, that's all. Now why don't we go join the others before they eat all the food?" He smiled then, but Pan saw through it.
What's he thinking, she wondered. There's a lie behind those beautiful eyes of his, I know it. ~
The next day was spent training and preparing for the tournament. Today was Friday, the day before the much-anticipated tournament. Tomorrow it would be held, and then on Sunday everyone would relax, and Monday they would celebrate Chi chi and Goku's anniversary. They wouldn't leave until Wednesday, because the day before the wives had planned a special excursion to Disneyland.
When all of the girls had sparred each other, and every other possible person, except for Pan, who refused to fight Trunks, they all realized how sweaty and smelly they all were, and everyone went up to shower. Pan was exhausted, she had sparred her Uncle Goten and even Grandpa Goku. Her other grandpa, Hercule, no one would see until the beginning of the tournament tomorrow.
Pan saw Trunks disappear right before everyone stopped at Chipotle for dinner. Bra came over and saw him leave too.
"He's got a date. I overheard him and Goten talking. Goten wished him luck, the bastard," Bra looked at Pan to see how she would react.
"Oh, he does, does he?" And she walked away to go speak with her mother.
Dinner had been fantastic, the excitement running high and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Except for Pan. She put on a happy face and responded to questions, but other than that, she picked at her food.
"May I be excused?" Pan asked her mother. "I just want to take a walk, I promise I won't be late."
"Sure, go ahead," her mother had a questioning, curious look in her eyes, but she knew not to probe Pan any further. She knew what it felt like to be in love, and her daughter obviously was.
Pan walked out into the starry night, thinking about how beautiful it was, and how happy she was to be in America. Everything about this city was intriguing, and every new thought burst into a hundred new questions. She got the answers to some, but most of the time she was left to imagine the solutions to the others.
Pan clutched her coat tighter to her body, for it was chilly out. Cold. That was the look Pan had given Trunks yesterday. Inside she knew he deserved it, but she couldn't help feeling guilty anyway. She decided to look for Trunks and his new friend to apologize. She didn't know if it was worth anything, but if she wanted to stay friends with the saiyan, she would have to.
She walked along the sidewalk, gazing at the people who were still up and partying. Some were drunk, and others were in fancy restaurants, politely talking with some foreign businessmen and showing off their wives in their fine dresses and jewelry. Even more people were standing next to the railing, making out with boyfriends or girlfriends. Speaking of which, isn't that purple and red hair? She couldn't really tell since it was dark out and their heads were smushed together like marshmallows.
Pan crept closer for a better look; just to reassure herself it wasn't who she hoped it wasn't. But alas, it was. There they were, without a care in the world. Ashley's hand was on his butt, his hands entangled in her hair.
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say
Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down
She was a few feet away when she felt her heart truly break and all her guards were let down. "Oh..my..god.." she heard herself say weakly. Her hand was over her mouth in horror.
"What?" Trunks broke his lip lock and noticed she was there. "Oh my god, Pan! I didn't see you there! It's not what it looks like I swear!"
Pan was shocked to feel the warm trickle of tears starting to fall down her face. Again. She couldn't believe it. It couldn't be real. Again. He had done it again.
"Please, listen to me!" Pan heard his voice, but it was far away, as if in the distance. She turned and ran; she couldn't take it anymore.
Never trust a saiyan.