Alright, here's Chapter 4, I hope everyone likes it. I'm working on Chapter 7 right now, so I'll have 5 & 6 up and due time. I enjoy reading everyone's reviews, they are what inspire me to keep writing. Well, enjoy. (Oh, and Spirit Demon, the three of them knew each other previous to Pan's transfer. Back when they were growing up.)
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Trunks walked back into his room, wearing a huge smile on his face. He was quite pleased with himself. He was sure that Pan was probably screaming and throwing a fit of epic proportions. True, it might have been a little low comparing her to her no good father, but she had really gotten under his skin. So he didn't care.
"What are you all smiles and giggles about?" Goten asked curiously, as he leaned over the couch looking at his friend with wonder.
"Oh, nothing," Trunks said with laugh.
"Nothing my ass. When you left here you were in Never Never Land, now your all smiles. Something's up. Who is she Trunks? Come on. Tell me all about her." Goten asked the last bit with a smile of his own.
Trunks with a look of shock on his face said, "Yeah, I wish."
"So you're saying it wasn't a girl then? Well…then what was it. Something had to put you in such a good mood," Goten asked.
Instead of answering Goten's query, Trunks walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. He soon began to downing the entire bottle, with Goten watching him with wonder.
"Dude, just tell me," Goten pleaded as Trunks continued to down the water.
When Trunks had successfully downed the entire bottle, he wiped his mouth and said, "I saw Pan up there."
Goten almost toppled over and before saying, "You can't tell me she put you in a good mood. You are usually all pissed off after an encounter with her. So what's up this time?"
"Well, usually Pan gets the better of me. Always pissing me off some how. But you can just say that this time, I got the better of her," Trunks said with all smiles.
"How the hell did you do that? No offense Trunks, but you aren't the best in an argument. You just don't have the wit or the spite," Goten stated a little doubtingly.
"Well, I did this time," Trunks answered a little offended. "I told Pan that she's exactly like her dad," Trunks said with pride.
"Okay, I take it back. You do have the spite. And you know what else," Goten said pausing for a second. "You're a fucking bastard for saying something like that to her. Especially after everything the three of us went have been through. No matter the disagreements or whatever that the two of you have had or still do or whatever, nothing justifies saying something like that," Goten said more than a little irritated.
"Dude, you're suppose to be on my side. What the fuck?" Trunks said confused.
"Trunks, I am your friend, and that's why I told you all of that. But fuck, I'm just too ashamed of you right now to stay here," Goten said as he looked for his bag.
"What the hell? Too ashamed of me?" Trunks asked now also a little irritated.
"Fuck yeah I am," Goten said slamming his bag down at Trunks feet, and getting right up in Trunk's face. "I'm so fucking ashamed of you. You're the one who is acting like their father. What happened to you wanting to be better than that. Huh? I…I just can't talk to you right now. I'll see you at school tomorrow or something," Goten said angrily before picking his bag back up and walking for the door.
Trunks just stood there, watching his friend walk to the door, and slamming it loudly behind him. "Yeah well, fuck you then Goten."
When Trunks finally moved, he walked slowly to the couch before plopping down. 'Okay, maybe I did take it a little too far. Maybe,' Trunks thought to himself.
'But what am I suppose to do about that? She said stuff that was uncalled for. Okay, maybe not as harsh as that. But what am I suppose to do about it? I mean, yeah, the right thing would be to go and apologize to her. But she isn't gonna want to talk to me. She's just gonna want to scream and bitch at me some more,' Trunks thought fighting himself.
'Okay, I guess I'll go back up and try to apologize. But she's not going to listen to me.' Trunks thought, standing up walking for his door.
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Pan sat there on her knees, with her hands clasped over her face. She just couldn't stop crying. She and Trunks have had their fair share of battles over the years, but he had never said something so cruel…so personal.
"You…really…are a…fucking bastard…Trunks," Pan said through heavily sobs.
"I know. And I'm sorry," said Trunks in a low voice.
Pan quickly jumped up and whirled around. "Your…YOUR SORRY! YOUR FUCKING SORRY!" Pan said with tears streaming down her face. Pan was now shaking violently, from a mixture of pure rage and dejection.
"Pan, I know we've had our bouts. But I also know what I said a few minutes ago wasn't called for. I was just so pissed off, I said it without thinking," Trunks said quietly and sincerely.
Pan just stood there, with the tears continuing to flow. "I…I just can't believe…you would say something like that Trunks," Pan said before collapsing to the ground once again.
Trunks walked slowly up to Pan, "I can't believe I said it either. Goten already laid into me about."
Pan let out a half chuckle while trying to wipe away the tears and said, "Well good for Goten."
"Pan, I really am sorry I said that. You're nothing like your dad. Your everything but."
Pan looked up at Trunks, "Then why did you say it Trunks. You knew…you knew how much that would hurt me. But you said it anyways."
Trunks sat down in front of Pan and sighed, "I don't even know why myself. I guess I was just so pissed at you. I mean, I'm always getting slammed by my mom for not being as smart as her and granps. So I'm really self-conscious about that, and my basketball wasn't the only reason I got the scholarship for here. At the time, I wasn't even that good."
"You've always been pretty good though," Pan said reassuringly. She remembered the times that her, Trunks, and Goten would be over at Trunks' house, and he would get bitched out for his grades. It wasn't that they were bad, but they weren't perfect like Bulma wanted them to be. Trunks would always try to go hide so that Pan and Goten wouldn't see him crying. Pan had always felt really bad for Trunks when she would find him hiding in a closet, crying his heart out. In her heart, Pan still missed the days when they were all kids. When things were simpler.
"I am so sorry though Pan," Trunks said, with a glistening in his eyes.
Pan knew that if she wasn't here, Trunks probably would be crying. She might not have seen Trunks in like three years, but she still knew him like the back of her hand. "Yeah, and I'm sorry for everything I said too," Pan replied.
"Yeah, its okay," Trunks said softly.
The two sat in silence for sometime before Trunks finally spoke up again, "Hey Pan, when did you start playing basketball? I don't remember you ever playing when we were young?"
"Oh, hmm. I guess right after you and Goten left. Coach Wright came up to me one day, and asked if I could help her out. Their was a lot of injuries and people not passing, so she wanted to know if I could just suit up and fill roster. Well, I just turned out to be a natural. I guess from always playing with you and Goten. I just got better from there," Pan answered.
"Yeah, Goten and I always wondered if you were ever gonna go tryout. You were always pretty good for a girl," Trunks said with a smirk.
"Pretty good for a girl?" Pan said, pretending to be insulted.
"Yeah. You were…okay for a girl," Trunks replied with a smile.
"Oh, just okay?" Pan said with a smile.
"Yeah, you know…Just, about average or so."
"Oh, average or so?" Pan replied.
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Trunks said this time with a huge smile.
"Oh, well if that's how its gonna be: I challenge you to game of 21 Trunks Briefs," Pan said with confidence.
"What? You know you'll lose, right?" Trunks responded.
"Well, someone is awfully arrogant."
"It's not arrogance Pan, its simply fact," Trunks answered with a smile.
"Well, if that's how you feel, when you lose you won't mind…buying my groceries then," Pan said remembering how empty her fridge was.
"Lose? Ha," Trunks said with a laugh. He paused for a second and then said, "Okay, if I lose, I'll buy you groceries. But when I win, I'll buy you groceries anyways. And it can be my apology for what I said early."
Pan sat there for a moment, "Sounds like a win-win situation for me. Especially when I stomp you ass into the ground."
"Oh, ha ha. Bring it," Trunks said with a competitive gaze.
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After playing a best of three, with Trunks winning the first two, Pan finally admitted her defeat.
"Okay, okay, so you beat. But it wasn't fair," Pan complained.
"What? How was it not fair?" Trunks replied a bit flustered.
"It just wasn't. You probably cheated some how or something," Pan said nonchalantly.
"Cheated!? I didn't cheat!" Trunks said calling after Pan as she headed for the stairs.
"Oh calm down. I was just kidding. But now is as good of time as any to collect," Pan said happily.
"Collect? What are you talking about?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Uh, groceries. You are so buying groceries for me. You promised," Pan said a little worried.
"Okay, okay. We'll go get you some groceries…tomorrow," Trunks said tring to hold in a smile.
"My ass Trunks Briefs. I have no food, we're going. And we're going today," Pan commanded.
"Yes your Majesty. As you command, My Lady," Trunks jokingly.
"Exactly," Pan said, and pretended to strut like a queen would.
The two just began laughing and started heading down the stairs.
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Well, I hope you all like it. I'll have Chapter 5 up pretty soon, I still need to do last second revisions and everything. PLEASE REVIEW, I enjoy reading them. Thanks.
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Trunks walked back into his room, wearing a huge smile on his face. He was quite pleased with himself. He was sure that Pan was probably screaming and throwing a fit of epic proportions. True, it might have been a little low comparing her to her no good father, but she had really gotten under his skin. So he didn't care.
"What are you all smiles and giggles about?" Goten asked curiously, as he leaned over the couch looking at his friend with wonder.
"Oh, nothing," Trunks said with laugh.
"Nothing my ass. When you left here you were in Never Never Land, now your all smiles. Something's up. Who is she Trunks? Come on. Tell me all about her." Goten asked the last bit with a smile of his own.
Trunks with a look of shock on his face said, "Yeah, I wish."
"So you're saying it wasn't a girl then? Well…then what was it. Something had to put you in such a good mood," Goten asked.
Instead of answering Goten's query, Trunks walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. He soon began to downing the entire bottle, with Goten watching him with wonder.
"Dude, just tell me," Goten pleaded as Trunks continued to down the water.
When Trunks had successfully downed the entire bottle, he wiped his mouth and said, "I saw Pan up there."
Goten almost toppled over and before saying, "You can't tell me she put you in a good mood. You are usually all pissed off after an encounter with her. So what's up this time?"
"Well, usually Pan gets the better of me. Always pissing me off some how. But you can just say that this time, I got the better of her," Trunks said with all smiles.
"How the hell did you do that? No offense Trunks, but you aren't the best in an argument. You just don't have the wit or the spite," Goten stated a little doubtingly.
"Well, I did this time," Trunks answered a little offended. "I told Pan that she's exactly like her dad," Trunks said with pride.
"Okay, I take it back. You do have the spite. And you know what else," Goten said pausing for a second. "You're a fucking bastard for saying something like that to her. Especially after everything the three of us went have been through. No matter the disagreements or whatever that the two of you have had or still do or whatever, nothing justifies saying something like that," Goten said more than a little irritated.
"Dude, you're suppose to be on my side. What the fuck?" Trunks said confused.
"Trunks, I am your friend, and that's why I told you all of that. But fuck, I'm just too ashamed of you right now to stay here," Goten said as he looked for his bag.
"What the hell? Too ashamed of me?" Trunks asked now also a little irritated.
"Fuck yeah I am," Goten said slamming his bag down at Trunks feet, and getting right up in Trunk's face. "I'm so fucking ashamed of you. You're the one who is acting like their father. What happened to you wanting to be better than that. Huh? I…I just can't talk to you right now. I'll see you at school tomorrow or something," Goten said angrily before picking his bag back up and walking for the door.
Trunks just stood there, watching his friend walk to the door, and slamming it loudly behind him. "Yeah well, fuck you then Goten."
When Trunks finally moved, he walked slowly to the couch before plopping down. 'Okay, maybe I did take it a little too far. Maybe,' Trunks thought to himself.
'But what am I suppose to do about that? She said stuff that was uncalled for. Okay, maybe not as harsh as that. But what am I suppose to do about it? I mean, yeah, the right thing would be to go and apologize to her. But she isn't gonna want to talk to me. She's just gonna want to scream and bitch at me some more,' Trunks thought fighting himself.
'Okay, I guess I'll go back up and try to apologize. But she's not going to listen to me.' Trunks thought, standing up walking for his door.
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Pan sat there on her knees, with her hands clasped over her face. She just couldn't stop crying. She and Trunks have had their fair share of battles over the years, but he had never said something so cruel…so personal.
"You…really…are a…fucking bastard…Trunks," Pan said through heavily sobs.
"I know. And I'm sorry," said Trunks in a low voice.
Pan quickly jumped up and whirled around. "Your…YOUR SORRY! YOUR FUCKING SORRY!" Pan said with tears streaming down her face. Pan was now shaking violently, from a mixture of pure rage and dejection.
"Pan, I know we've had our bouts. But I also know what I said a few minutes ago wasn't called for. I was just so pissed off, I said it without thinking," Trunks said quietly and sincerely.
Pan just stood there, with the tears continuing to flow. "I…I just can't believe…you would say something like that Trunks," Pan said before collapsing to the ground once again.
Trunks walked slowly up to Pan, "I can't believe I said it either. Goten already laid into me about."
Pan let out a half chuckle while trying to wipe away the tears and said, "Well good for Goten."
"Pan, I really am sorry I said that. You're nothing like your dad. Your everything but."
Pan looked up at Trunks, "Then why did you say it Trunks. You knew…you knew how much that would hurt me. But you said it anyways."
Trunks sat down in front of Pan and sighed, "I don't even know why myself. I guess I was just so pissed at you. I mean, I'm always getting slammed by my mom for not being as smart as her and granps. So I'm really self-conscious about that, and my basketball wasn't the only reason I got the scholarship for here. At the time, I wasn't even that good."
"You've always been pretty good though," Pan said reassuringly. She remembered the times that her, Trunks, and Goten would be over at Trunks' house, and he would get bitched out for his grades. It wasn't that they were bad, but they weren't perfect like Bulma wanted them to be. Trunks would always try to go hide so that Pan and Goten wouldn't see him crying. Pan had always felt really bad for Trunks when she would find him hiding in a closet, crying his heart out. In her heart, Pan still missed the days when they were all kids. When things were simpler.
"I am so sorry though Pan," Trunks said, with a glistening in his eyes.
Pan knew that if she wasn't here, Trunks probably would be crying. She might not have seen Trunks in like three years, but she still knew him like the back of her hand. "Yeah, and I'm sorry for everything I said too," Pan replied.
"Yeah, its okay," Trunks said softly.
The two sat in silence for sometime before Trunks finally spoke up again, "Hey Pan, when did you start playing basketball? I don't remember you ever playing when we were young?"
"Oh, hmm. I guess right after you and Goten left. Coach Wright came up to me one day, and asked if I could help her out. Their was a lot of injuries and people not passing, so she wanted to know if I could just suit up and fill roster. Well, I just turned out to be a natural. I guess from always playing with you and Goten. I just got better from there," Pan answered.
"Yeah, Goten and I always wondered if you were ever gonna go tryout. You were always pretty good for a girl," Trunks said with a smirk.
"Pretty good for a girl?" Pan said, pretending to be insulted.
"Yeah. You were…okay for a girl," Trunks replied with a smile.
"Oh, just okay?" Pan said with a smile.
"Yeah, you know…Just, about average or so."
"Oh, average or so?" Pan replied.
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Trunks said this time with a huge smile.
"Oh, well if that's how its gonna be: I challenge you to game of 21 Trunks Briefs," Pan said with confidence.
"What? You know you'll lose, right?" Trunks responded.
"Well, someone is awfully arrogant."
"It's not arrogance Pan, its simply fact," Trunks answered with a smile.
"Well, if that's how you feel, when you lose you won't mind…buying my groceries then," Pan said remembering how empty her fridge was.
"Lose? Ha," Trunks said with a laugh. He paused for a second and then said, "Okay, if I lose, I'll buy you groceries. But when I win, I'll buy you groceries anyways. And it can be my apology for what I said early."
Pan sat there for a moment, "Sounds like a win-win situation for me. Especially when I stomp you ass into the ground."
"Oh, ha ha. Bring it," Trunks said with a competitive gaze.
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After playing a best of three, with Trunks winning the first two, Pan finally admitted her defeat.
"Okay, okay, so you beat. But it wasn't fair," Pan complained.
"What? How was it not fair?" Trunks replied a bit flustered.
"It just wasn't. You probably cheated some how or something," Pan said nonchalantly.
"Cheated!? I didn't cheat!" Trunks said calling after Pan as she headed for the stairs.
"Oh calm down. I was just kidding. But now is as good of time as any to collect," Pan said happily.
"Collect? What are you talking about?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Uh, groceries. You are so buying groceries for me. You promised," Pan said a little worried.
"Okay, okay. We'll go get you some groceries…tomorrow," Trunks said tring to hold in a smile.
"My ass Trunks Briefs. I have no food, we're going. And we're going today," Pan commanded.
"Yes your Majesty. As you command, My Lady," Trunks jokingly.
"Exactly," Pan said, and pretended to strut like a queen would.
The two just began laughing and started heading down the stairs.
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Well, I hope you all like it. I'll have Chapter 5 up pretty soon, I still need to do last second revisions and everything. PLEASE REVIEW, I enjoy reading them. Thanks.