Bwee! Here comes chapter two! Ish a lil bit short, but it's only suppose to explain the whole flashback thingy so you can't punish me ^_____^ It's a bit sweet and suchies, but the end kind of makes no sense, but it gets the point across. Well, onward!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Monopoly or anything else copyrighted that I might have mentioned. OH! I do own the creepy old landlord though. ^_^
"Well? What the hell are you gunna do now, Trunks?!" Pan screeched, looking him dead in the eyes.
"I don't know! It's not like I have that big of a choice here, Pan!" He yelled back. She gave him a triumphant grin and brought her face close to his own.
"It's time to make a decision, boxer boy (AAAGH! I'm sorry, Lor! I just love that nickname so much^^) What're you gonna do now?" she asked in a low voice. Trunks growled. "Don't call me that! My Mom calls me that!" (And I do ^_^) Pan giggled maliciously. "C'mon, Trunks. You know you have to now." Trunks grimaced, then his face quickly went to his usual passive and smug look.
"Alright..." he said in a defeated sort of way, then shoved all of his colorful paper money into the middle of the board. "I'm bankrupt. You hear me? Bankrupt." Pan did a silent yet elaborate victory dance and scooped up the two hotels she had placed on Boardwalk and Park Place. "I win!" she chimed, then began to pick up all of the property cards. Trunks rolled his eyes and smiled at his friend, also picking up various cards and money.
The Innkeeper/gas station guy had conveniently left a Monopoly board game in the room that Pan and Trunks where staying in. Outside, the storm raged on. Every now and then the two would jump at sudden sounds of branched hitting their window or shingles peeling off the roof at the strong wind. They had managed to keep themselves busy for about two hours, and both had decided that they where too restless to sleep. After all, It's not everyday when you're in the middle of nowhere during a hurricane that could instantly blow your shabby little dwelling clear to the next town.
After they had finished picking up their game, Trunks walked over to the old black and white television and attempted to turn it on. Much to their disappointment, the cable that ran through their room had apparently been either blown out from the storm or chewed through by what Pan hoped wasn't mice. The watched the screen of the old TV buzz for a few moments before flicking it off again. Pan sighed loudly and collapsed on her back onto the shabby single sized bed.
"This is so boring," she complained to trunks who was standing in front of the old foggy and broken mirror with his hands in his pockets. He turned around and gave her a teasing smile. "Would you like some cheese to go with that wine, Pan-chan?" She looked opened one of her eyes and gave him a sour look. "That's not even funny." She said. Trunks, however, chuckled warmly and sat down on the corner of the musty sheets. "Well," he began, "It could be worse, you know."
"How?" "Well, you could be stuck in here with Master Roshi." he said, a wide, all-knowing smile spreading across his face. Pan shuddered and punched Trunks in the shoulder. He laughed again and punched her back, a bit more softly than she had. She couldn't help but smile. Trunks always had a way of making the toughest situations seem like they where nothing at all. Although she would probably never admit it, Pan would rather be with Trunks in the middle of nowhere during a hurricane than with anyone else she knew.
Suddenly, the wind kicked up and they could feel the house move and creak with its age. Pan shivered and drew her arms around her shoulders. Trunks checked his wristwatch. "It's nearly two...Pan, you should get some sleep." She opened her mouth to protest, but instead, nodded her head and stood up to stretch. Trunks smiled and walked over towards the bathroom to wash his face. No sooner had Trunks gotten to the sink and turned on the faucet, he saw Pan in the reflection of the mirror, removing her shorts. Any normal guy would have freaked out, but Trunks, having been around his best friend his entire life, merely splashed a bit of water on his face and continued to watch her in the reflection.
She removed her Tank top and threw it on the floor, then stretched and yawned again. She remained only in her tight black sports bra and a pair of her old high school bloomers which where also black. From all of the times Trunks had seen her stripped down to the undergarments, he had never remembered her being quite so shapely. It almost scared him that his best friend was finally becoming a woman. But he just shook it off and finished washing his face. After scratching her stomach, Pan slipped beneath the musty cotton bedspread, pulled it up to her chin and closed here eyes.
Soon, Trunks walked over to the unoccupied side of the bed and slipped off his white tank top, followed by his jeans. He too yawned and scratched the back of his neck, just about ready to fall asleep, the looked down to check on Pan, only to find her looking back up at him. He smiled and sat down. "What're you doing awake, Toots?" He asked, grinning wearily at his friend. She grinned back at him. "Watching you, Dude."
Trunks sighed, slipped under the covers, and folded his arms behind his head. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt Pan's soft head rest lightly on his chest. He opened an eye, smiled, brought one of his arms out from behind his head and slung it over her shoulder.
"Just like old times, huh?" he asked softly. Pan smiled in the darkness. "Just like old times..." she breathed back to him, snuggling ever closer to him. Although he ached for sleep, Trunks kept his eyes open and watched the woman next to him, determined that she fall asleep before him, but it wasn't so. He could feel her soft eyelashes flicker against his skin every now and then, making it clear that she was still awake.
"Pan?" he whispered as softly as possible. After a moment of silence, she responded. "What?"
"What are you doing awake?" he asked. Pan shifted to be propped up on her elbow. "What are you doing awake?" she shot back, still whispering. He raised an eyebrow, even though it did no good because she couldn't see. "I can't sleep," he said. "Well neither can I." They stood still for a moment, watching each other in the dark and daring one another to go to sleep first. Pan could still see the glow in the dark paint smeared all over the front of Trunks' chest from the mash pit they had been it.
She observed the beautiful variety of neon greens and pinks and looked at the small smiley face she had drawn on him earlier. She smiled and reached out with her finger to trace it. There was one on her chest just like it. All of the paint was dry and she continued to trace the smiley face until her finger ran over something damp. She heard trunks pull air in from his clenched teeth and he draw a hand up and over the spot where her finger and just grazed.
"Trunks...What's this?" she asked quietly, smearing some of the liquid between her fingers. She fumbled for the light and switched it on. Through the dim light, she saw that her fingertips where smeared with Trunks' crimson blood. "I dunno...That cut must have re-opened or something..."He said through a grimace as he fumbled for something to put over the wound. No sooner had Pan gotten a damp wash cloth, the light flashed out and there was a loud rumbling thunder that nearly shook the room. They both heard the winds picking up outside, causing Pan to stumble into bed and begin to shiver violently. She brought the cloth up to the wound on his chest and brushed it gently.
Trunks grimaced and brought his hand up to meet hers. At this instant, both of the froze. Their eyes locked suddenly in the dark of the room, only to be lit by a sudden flash of lightning. Pan felt her heart beating rapidly and she gulped once. Trunks felt as though his heart had stopped completely. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought. "What the hell.." was all that he managed to whisper before he found Pan's lips blocking the rest.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahah! I am EEEEVIL! What the hell can I do? A cliff hanger's good every now and then ::ducks tomatoes:: -.o ok! Ok! I'll post soon. =P Review meee!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Monopoly or anything else copyrighted that I might have mentioned. OH! I do own the creepy old landlord though. ^_^
"Well? What the hell are you gunna do now, Trunks?!" Pan screeched, looking him dead in the eyes.
"I don't know! It's not like I have that big of a choice here, Pan!" He yelled back. She gave him a triumphant grin and brought her face close to his own.
"It's time to make a decision, boxer boy (AAAGH! I'm sorry, Lor! I just love that nickname so much^^) What're you gonna do now?" she asked in a low voice. Trunks growled. "Don't call me that! My Mom calls me that!" (And I do ^_^) Pan giggled maliciously. "C'mon, Trunks. You know you have to now." Trunks grimaced, then his face quickly went to his usual passive and smug look.
"Alright..." he said in a defeated sort of way, then shoved all of his colorful paper money into the middle of the board. "I'm bankrupt. You hear me? Bankrupt." Pan did a silent yet elaborate victory dance and scooped up the two hotels she had placed on Boardwalk and Park Place. "I win!" she chimed, then began to pick up all of the property cards. Trunks rolled his eyes and smiled at his friend, also picking up various cards and money.
The Innkeeper/gas station guy had conveniently left a Monopoly board game in the room that Pan and Trunks where staying in. Outside, the storm raged on. Every now and then the two would jump at sudden sounds of branched hitting their window or shingles peeling off the roof at the strong wind. They had managed to keep themselves busy for about two hours, and both had decided that they where too restless to sleep. After all, It's not everyday when you're in the middle of nowhere during a hurricane that could instantly blow your shabby little dwelling clear to the next town.
After they had finished picking up their game, Trunks walked over to the old black and white television and attempted to turn it on. Much to their disappointment, the cable that ran through their room had apparently been either blown out from the storm or chewed through by what Pan hoped wasn't mice. The watched the screen of the old TV buzz for a few moments before flicking it off again. Pan sighed loudly and collapsed on her back onto the shabby single sized bed.
"This is so boring," she complained to trunks who was standing in front of the old foggy and broken mirror with his hands in his pockets. He turned around and gave her a teasing smile. "Would you like some cheese to go with that wine, Pan-chan?" She looked opened one of her eyes and gave him a sour look. "That's not even funny." She said. Trunks, however, chuckled warmly and sat down on the corner of the musty sheets. "Well," he began, "It could be worse, you know."
"How?" "Well, you could be stuck in here with Master Roshi." he said, a wide, all-knowing smile spreading across his face. Pan shuddered and punched Trunks in the shoulder. He laughed again and punched her back, a bit more softly than she had. She couldn't help but smile. Trunks always had a way of making the toughest situations seem like they where nothing at all. Although she would probably never admit it, Pan would rather be with Trunks in the middle of nowhere during a hurricane than with anyone else she knew.
Suddenly, the wind kicked up and they could feel the house move and creak with its age. Pan shivered and drew her arms around her shoulders. Trunks checked his wristwatch. "It's nearly two...Pan, you should get some sleep." She opened her mouth to protest, but instead, nodded her head and stood up to stretch. Trunks smiled and walked over towards the bathroom to wash his face. No sooner had Trunks gotten to the sink and turned on the faucet, he saw Pan in the reflection of the mirror, removing her shorts. Any normal guy would have freaked out, but Trunks, having been around his best friend his entire life, merely splashed a bit of water on his face and continued to watch her in the reflection.
She removed her Tank top and threw it on the floor, then stretched and yawned again. She remained only in her tight black sports bra and a pair of her old high school bloomers which where also black. From all of the times Trunks had seen her stripped down to the undergarments, he had never remembered her being quite so shapely. It almost scared him that his best friend was finally becoming a woman. But he just shook it off and finished washing his face. After scratching her stomach, Pan slipped beneath the musty cotton bedspread, pulled it up to her chin and closed here eyes.
Soon, Trunks walked over to the unoccupied side of the bed and slipped off his white tank top, followed by his jeans. He too yawned and scratched the back of his neck, just about ready to fall asleep, the looked down to check on Pan, only to find her looking back up at him. He smiled and sat down. "What're you doing awake, Toots?" He asked, grinning wearily at his friend. She grinned back at him. "Watching you, Dude."
Trunks sighed, slipped under the covers, and folded his arms behind his head. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt Pan's soft head rest lightly on his chest. He opened an eye, smiled, brought one of his arms out from behind his head and slung it over her shoulder.
"Just like old times, huh?" he asked softly. Pan smiled in the darkness. "Just like old times..." she breathed back to him, snuggling ever closer to him. Although he ached for sleep, Trunks kept his eyes open and watched the woman next to him, determined that she fall asleep before him, but it wasn't so. He could feel her soft eyelashes flicker against his skin every now and then, making it clear that she was still awake.
"Pan?" he whispered as softly as possible. After a moment of silence, she responded. "What?"
"What are you doing awake?" he asked. Pan shifted to be propped up on her elbow. "What are you doing awake?" she shot back, still whispering. He raised an eyebrow, even though it did no good because she couldn't see. "I can't sleep," he said. "Well neither can I." They stood still for a moment, watching each other in the dark and daring one another to go to sleep first. Pan could still see the glow in the dark paint smeared all over the front of Trunks' chest from the mash pit they had been it.
She observed the beautiful variety of neon greens and pinks and looked at the small smiley face she had drawn on him earlier. She smiled and reached out with her finger to trace it. There was one on her chest just like it. All of the paint was dry and she continued to trace the smiley face until her finger ran over something damp. She heard trunks pull air in from his clenched teeth and he draw a hand up and over the spot where her finger and just grazed.
"Trunks...What's this?" she asked quietly, smearing some of the liquid between her fingers. She fumbled for the light and switched it on. Through the dim light, she saw that her fingertips where smeared with Trunks' crimson blood. "I dunno...That cut must have re-opened or something..."He said through a grimace as he fumbled for something to put over the wound. No sooner had Pan gotten a damp wash cloth, the light flashed out and there was a loud rumbling thunder that nearly shook the room. They both heard the winds picking up outside, causing Pan to stumble into bed and begin to shiver violently. She brought the cloth up to the wound on his chest and brushed it gently.
Trunks grimaced and brought his hand up to meet hers. At this instant, both of the froze. Their eyes locked suddenly in the dark of the room, only to be lit by a sudden flash of lightning. Pan felt her heart beating rapidly and she gulped once. Trunks felt as though his heart had stopped completely. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought. "What the hell.." was all that he managed to whisper before he found Pan's lips blocking the rest.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahah! I am EEEEVIL! What the hell can I do? A cliff hanger's good every now and then ::ducks tomatoes:: -.o ok! Ok! I'll post soon. =P Review meee!
