Hey everyone, and thanks for the reviews. Thanks TruPan for noticing my slip up. I have fixed it, and no Stephen wasn't suppose to be be there, it was suppose to be Trunks. I had originally wrote this story for myself, which will explain the reason for the name slip up. You may see the name sometime after chapter four, but if you see it in three, its a mess up. So let me know, and I'll go and fix it. I have finished writing chapter four, and I'm now doing some revisions. I'll have it up probably by Wednesday.
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Trunks stared blankly at the tape of the Colleyville/Adolfo Prep game. He wasn't able to concentrate, his mind was racing. Mainly about Pan.
"Oh man, this guy is good. Did you see that last one? It was NBA range easy," Goten said with amazement. Goten looked over at his friend when he didn't respond, "Trunks? Are you even paying attention?"
"Huh? What, yeah. Pick and roll, yeah."
"Pick and roll, I said that like five minutes ago," Goten said with frustration.
"Oh," Trunks answered blankly.
"Dude, if you're not going to even pay attention. Then get out!" Goten commanded.
"What? It's my house," Trunks said in defense.
"Well, too bad. You're the one who suggested we watch film here. And thats exactly what I'm going to do. So, just go work on your jump shot or something."
"Fine," Trunks said not really caring all that much. Plus, shooting around usually calmed him down.
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Pan laid her bag down as she walked into what was going to be her home for the next couple of months. She stopped, looked around and thought, 'It's actually pretty nice. I knew the school provided housing for scholarship students, but I didn't expect it to be so nice.'
Damascus High had built an apartment complex a few years back so that they could attract what they referred to as "distant students." Distant students being those prospective students who lived outside of a 60-mile radius and we're deemed unable to commute. It turned out to be a valuable asset, and the primary reason for the influx in the number of students. The student population has increased 11% since the building was commissioned for use just over five years ago. Which isn't surprising given the building. The complex contained three adjoining buildings, each towering three stories tall. The three buildings shared an underground parking basement, with elevators to the two lobbies that connected the three buildings. The three buildings also shared a gigantic Olympic sized pool that was situated parallel to the main and largest apartment building. On top of that apartment building was a full-size basketball court, which was surrounded by 12 ft. fencing. It was the ideal home for any high school student, especially since each individual student was assigned their own room.
Pan began to walkthrough her apartment, first through her living room and then down the hall to her bedroom. She quickly changed out of her school uniform that she had redressed in after practice. She threw them in her laundry hamper, and made her way to her dresser. She picked out an old pair of basketball shorts, and loose fitting tank top.
Pan was quite beautiful, with long raven hair that fell gracefully to the small of her back. Similar to the way her mom had once worn her hair. She had gorgeous ebony eyes, which had been her calling card nearly all her life. Thay were extremely captivating, they seemed to just pull a person in. She stood at about 5' 4" tall, with a very athletic build. Pan was most proud of her legs and ass though, which were both very toned and muscular. She didn't run all those wind sprints just for her health.
She picked up a pair of her old basketball shoes, and walked back into the living room. She placed her shoes by the couch and thought, 'Just in case I get bored from watching TV.'
She walked to the kitchen, and opened the door of the fridge. "Empty. Damn. I really need to stop being such a lazy ass and get out to the grocery store," Pan said closing the door. She reached into the cabinet and grabbed her water bottle and filled it up.
Now that her water bottle was full, she plopped onto the couch and flipped on the TV. She channel surfed for a little while before thinking, 'Okay, I'm bored. I guess I might as well pay a visit to the basketball court now. See if its even worth a damn. It is on the roof after all.' Pan reached down and grabbed her shoes. When she had finished lacing them up she headed for the door.
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Trunks had been doing shooting drills for more than an hour now. He was dripping with sweat, but didn't even seem to notice. His mind was still gone, and thinking about Pan. He still couldn't believe that she had come to Damascus High, because he really had come to despise her. Not only that though, but his frustration was having devastating affects on his shot. This had been his worst shoot around that he could ever remember. He just wasn't able to focus on his shot or his form. He had actually missed so bad one time that the ball soared off the roof, and he had to go retrieve it.
"Damn it!" Trunks screamed. 'Why can't I just focus?' he thought to himself.
"Umm, are you alright," said a soft voice from behind him.
"Yeah, I'm just frustrated with myself is all," Trunks replied without turning around to greet the voice. He wasn't trying to be rude or anything, Trunks was just a bit frustrated.
"Why is that?" the voice asked soothingly in a soft tone, which broke down Trunks barrier.
Trunks sighed and looked into the setting sun, "Oh, a lot of reasons I guess. But at the moment because I can't focus my mind on anything."
"Well, at least you have a good reason for being frustrated," the voice said with jest. The voice couldn't tell much about who it was talking too. The setting sun only allowed for the silhouette of a man to be seen.
Trunks laughed lightly, before inhaling deeply, never taking his gaze away from the sunset.
"I've often wondered about the symbolism of a sunset. As if it's a final ending to something. And tonight, it seems to be my basketball skills," Trunks spoke somewhat solemnly, but saying the last bit with a chuckle.
The voice walked over to Trunks and sat down a few feet from him. However, he still didn't know who it was as he kept his gaze locked.
"True, sunsets could be interpreted as an end to something, but at the same time, there is always going to be that sunrise. So with every ending, there will always be another beginning," the voice replied.
Trunks sat there for a moment before saying, "I never thought about it that way. Maybe you're right. But that also means all things must come to an end. Because a sunrise is always doomed to end."
"You're right, but with every ending brings that new beginning. High school is going to end, but then there is college, and so forth," the voice answered optimistically.
"Maybe my problem is then, that I'm not ready for it all to end. I often fear, that once I graduate it'll all end. Cause right now, everyone knows me, I've developed a lot of friends. But once I go to college, all of that ends. I guess I'm not ready to accept that," Trunks said somberly.
"Yeah, but once you get to college I'm sure you're going to make more friends. Besides, everyone has to live their own life, so developing new friends is something you're going to have to do," the voice said reassuringly.
"I know. I'm just going to miss this life I have here. I've grown so accustomed to it, though. You know...your voice sounds kinda familiar, my name is Trunks. Do I know…" Trunks said breaking his gaze to finally see who he had been spilling his soul too.
"Trunks?" Pan said quickly, "What the hell are you doing up here?"
Trunks was taken back not only by the fact that he had just spilled his soul to Pan, but by her rudeness just then as well. "You know I could ask you the same thing," Trunks answered just as rudely.
"I live here now. Don't you know that this place is for scholarship students only," Pan retorted.
"What a bitch. I am a scholarship student. You know, by the way you talked a second ago, I ALMOST forgot what a bitch you were!"
"And you ALMOST didn't sound like an asshole."
Trunks stood to his feet before saying, "You know what, Fuck you! Now I remember why I didn't miss home all that much. Because then I would have had to see you."
"I'm glad you left! It made my day when I heard from my mom that you were going to transfer to some private school. But now I wish I had asked her which one, so I wouldn't ever have to see your fucking face again!"
"How did you become such a bitch? It wasn't from your mom, she's a really nice person. Hmm...I guess you must have gotten it...from your dad then," Trunks said harshly.
Pan's father had beat her and her mother when she was younger. It actually wasn't until Trunks and Goten had told their first grade teacher that Pan's bruises weren't from playing, and that they were from her dad hitting her, that something was done. Pan's mom was just too nice and submissive to have ever done anything herself, and she hid it from the other mom's a lot better than Pan had from Trunks and Goten. Her dad was finally thrown in prison on multiple accounts of spousal abusive, child abuse, and one count of attempted man slaughter from when he had put Pan's mother in the hospital previously.
Pan stood there, literally shaking with anger. She was so mad at Trunks that she couldn't talk. In fact, she couldn't even move at all.
"Well, I guess I'll go now. I really should go watch game tapes with Goten," Trunks said with a smile, before heading to the stairs.
As soon as Trunks disappeared down the stairs, and Pan heard the door to the stairs close, she fell to her knees and began to cry.
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Sorry all you Gohan lovers out there. Don't get too pissed, just try to appreciate the story. Well, besides that I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Like I said, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Audios for now.
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Trunks stared blankly at the tape of the Colleyville/Adolfo Prep game. He wasn't able to concentrate, his mind was racing. Mainly about Pan.
"Oh man, this guy is good. Did you see that last one? It was NBA range easy," Goten said with amazement. Goten looked over at his friend when he didn't respond, "Trunks? Are you even paying attention?"
"Huh? What, yeah. Pick and roll, yeah."
"Pick and roll, I said that like five minutes ago," Goten said with frustration.
"Oh," Trunks answered blankly.
"Dude, if you're not going to even pay attention. Then get out!" Goten commanded.
"What? It's my house," Trunks said in defense.
"Well, too bad. You're the one who suggested we watch film here. And thats exactly what I'm going to do. So, just go work on your jump shot or something."
"Fine," Trunks said not really caring all that much. Plus, shooting around usually calmed him down.
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Pan laid her bag down as she walked into what was going to be her home for the next couple of months. She stopped, looked around and thought, 'It's actually pretty nice. I knew the school provided housing for scholarship students, but I didn't expect it to be so nice.'
Damascus High had built an apartment complex a few years back so that they could attract what they referred to as "distant students." Distant students being those prospective students who lived outside of a 60-mile radius and we're deemed unable to commute. It turned out to be a valuable asset, and the primary reason for the influx in the number of students. The student population has increased 11% since the building was commissioned for use just over five years ago. Which isn't surprising given the building. The complex contained three adjoining buildings, each towering three stories tall. The three buildings shared an underground parking basement, with elevators to the two lobbies that connected the three buildings. The three buildings also shared a gigantic Olympic sized pool that was situated parallel to the main and largest apartment building. On top of that apartment building was a full-size basketball court, which was surrounded by 12 ft. fencing. It was the ideal home for any high school student, especially since each individual student was assigned their own room.
Pan began to walkthrough her apartment, first through her living room and then down the hall to her bedroom. She quickly changed out of her school uniform that she had redressed in after practice. She threw them in her laundry hamper, and made her way to her dresser. She picked out an old pair of basketball shorts, and loose fitting tank top.
Pan was quite beautiful, with long raven hair that fell gracefully to the small of her back. Similar to the way her mom had once worn her hair. She had gorgeous ebony eyes, which had been her calling card nearly all her life. Thay were extremely captivating, they seemed to just pull a person in. She stood at about 5' 4" tall, with a very athletic build. Pan was most proud of her legs and ass though, which were both very toned and muscular. She didn't run all those wind sprints just for her health.
She picked up a pair of her old basketball shoes, and walked back into the living room. She placed her shoes by the couch and thought, 'Just in case I get bored from watching TV.'
She walked to the kitchen, and opened the door of the fridge. "Empty. Damn. I really need to stop being such a lazy ass and get out to the grocery store," Pan said closing the door. She reached into the cabinet and grabbed her water bottle and filled it up.
Now that her water bottle was full, she plopped onto the couch and flipped on the TV. She channel surfed for a little while before thinking, 'Okay, I'm bored. I guess I might as well pay a visit to the basketball court now. See if its even worth a damn. It is on the roof after all.' Pan reached down and grabbed her shoes. When she had finished lacing them up she headed for the door.
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Trunks had been doing shooting drills for more than an hour now. He was dripping with sweat, but didn't even seem to notice. His mind was still gone, and thinking about Pan. He still couldn't believe that she had come to Damascus High, because he really had come to despise her. Not only that though, but his frustration was having devastating affects on his shot. This had been his worst shoot around that he could ever remember. He just wasn't able to focus on his shot or his form. He had actually missed so bad one time that the ball soared off the roof, and he had to go retrieve it.
"Damn it!" Trunks screamed. 'Why can't I just focus?' he thought to himself.
"Umm, are you alright," said a soft voice from behind him.
"Yeah, I'm just frustrated with myself is all," Trunks replied without turning around to greet the voice. He wasn't trying to be rude or anything, Trunks was just a bit frustrated.
"Why is that?" the voice asked soothingly in a soft tone, which broke down Trunks barrier.
Trunks sighed and looked into the setting sun, "Oh, a lot of reasons I guess. But at the moment because I can't focus my mind on anything."
"Well, at least you have a good reason for being frustrated," the voice said with jest. The voice couldn't tell much about who it was talking too. The setting sun only allowed for the silhouette of a man to be seen.
Trunks laughed lightly, before inhaling deeply, never taking his gaze away from the sunset.
"I've often wondered about the symbolism of a sunset. As if it's a final ending to something. And tonight, it seems to be my basketball skills," Trunks spoke somewhat solemnly, but saying the last bit with a chuckle.
The voice walked over to Trunks and sat down a few feet from him. However, he still didn't know who it was as he kept his gaze locked.
"True, sunsets could be interpreted as an end to something, but at the same time, there is always going to be that sunrise. So with every ending, there will always be another beginning," the voice replied.
Trunks sat there for a moment before saying, "I never thought about it that way. Maybe you're right. But that also means all things must come to an end. Because a sunrise is always doomed to end."
"You're right, but with every ending brings that new beginning. High school is going to end, but then there is college, and so forth," the voice answered optimistically.
"Maybe my problem is then, that I'm not ready for it all to end. I often fear, that once I graduate it'll all end. Cause right now, everyone knows me, I've developed a lot of friends. But once I go to college, all of that ends. I guess I'm not ready to accept that," Trunks said somberly.
"Yeah, but once you get to college I'm sure you're going to make more friends. Besides, everyone has to live their own life, so developing new friends is something you're going to have to do," the voice said reassuringly.
"I know. I'm just going to miss this life I have here. I've grown so accustomed to it, though. You know...your voice sounds kinda familiar, my name is Trunks. Do I know…" Trunks said breaking his gaze to finally see who he had been spilling his soul too.
"Trunks?" Pan said quickly, "What the hell are you doing up here?"
Trunks was taken back not only by the fact that he had just spilled his soul to Pan, but by her rudeness just then as well. "You know I could ask you the same thing," Trunks answered just as rudely.
"I live here now. Don't you know that this place is for scholarship students only," Pan retorted.
"What a bitch. I am a scholarship student. You know, by the way you talked a second ago, I ALMOST forgot what a bitch you were!"
"And you ALMOST didn't sound like an asshole."
Trunks stood to his feet before saying, "You know what, Fuck you! Now I remember why I didn't miss home all that much. Because then I would have had to see you."
"I'm glad you left! It made my day when I heard from my mom that you were going to transfer to some private school. But now I wish I had asked her which one, so I wouldn't ever have to see your fucking face again!"
"How did you become such a bitch? It wasn't from your mom, she's a really nice person. Hmm...I guess you must have gotten it...from your dad then," Trunks said harshly.
Pan's father had beat her and her mother when she was younger. It actually wasn't until Trunks and Goten had told their first grade teacher that Pan's bruises weren't from playing, and that they were from her dad hitting her, that something was done. Pan's mom was just too nice and submissive to have ever done anything herself, and she hid it from the other mom's a lot better than Pan had from Trunks and Goten. Her dad was finally thrown in prison on multiple accounts of spousal abusive, child abuse, and one count of attempted man slaughter from when he had put Pan's mother in the hospital previously.
Pan stood there, literally shaking with anger. She was so mad at Trunks that she couldn't talk. In fact, she couldn't even move at all.
"Well, I guess I'll go now. I really should go watch game tapes with Goten," Trunks said with a smile, before heading to the stairs.
As soon as Trunks disappeared down the stairs, and Pan heard the door to the stairs close, she fell to her knees and began to cry.
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Sorry all you Gohan lovers out there. Don't get too pissed, just try to appreciate the story. Well, besides that I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Like I said, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Audios for now.