Thanks everyone for reviewing, I've enjoyed reading all the reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'll have up chapter six as soon as I can. (Spirit Demon, I choose to have Trunks and Goten report Gohan because it establishes the closes they formed with Pan when they were younger. Which is why Trunks and Pan were able to forgive and forget so easily. Hope that clarifies everything.)
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"Goten, stop being such a bitch and slow down," Trunks yelled as he ran down the hall, chasing after his friend.
Goten turned around and waited for Trunks to catch up, "Look. I still don't have anything to say to you right now." With that, Goten turned back around, and started heading for Dr. Konica's Anatomy & Physiology class.
Trunks grabbed Goten on the shoulder, and Goten turned around giving Trunks a very pissed off look. "What?"
"Quite being such an ass…or I'm not going to tell you what happened after I went and apologized to Pan."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Say what?" Goten asked, nearly overtaken with shock.
"Oh, hmm. Do you mean the part about me apologizing to Pan," Trunks said with a smirk.
"Uh, yeah, that would be the part."
Trunks began walking back to Dr. Konica's class, with Goten right on his hip. "Well, I thought about what you had said. And I realized what I said was not only uncalled for, but hateful."
"You can say that again," Goten added.
"Okay, you don't have to send me on a guilt trip here."
"Sorry…so what happened after that," Goten asked inquisitively.
"Well, I went back up to the basketball court. When I got up there, my heart just broke. She was seating there, sobbing uncontrollably. So, I apologized to her and then the two of us talked for a while, and sort of talked through our problems. And of course after that, we played basketball. And let the record show, I won both games," Trunks said with a huge smile and gleaming with pride.
"Damn it Trunks, you and basketball," Goten said, shaking his head.
"Hey, I take basketball seriously okay."
Goten just started laughing, "So did anything happen after that."
"Yeah, we went to the store and I bought her some groceries for her room," Trunks said casually.
"You did what?"
"We went to the store and got some groceries for her room. What's wrong with that?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Uh-oh. That doesn't sound like the Trunks Briefs I know. That sounds like the Trunks Briefs from when you and…" Goten didn't finish as he was cut-off.
"Whoa. We aren't going back down that road. I was just trying to be her friend and not her enemy for once. Okay?" Trunks said sternly.
"If you say so buddy. I'm just trying to point out a few of the similarities. No harm in that," Goten said with a smile.
Trunks just looked at Goten and shook his head, "Whatever. We need to get to Dr. Konica's class, we're about to be late."
"Uh-oh. Tardiness. Another something that doesn't sound like you. Are you sure…"
"Goten!" said Trunks as he turned to look at his friend, "Drop it will you."
"Sure Trunks, but I still think that…"
"GOTEN!" Trunks said a bit frustrated.
"Okay, okay. Consider it dropped…for now," Goten said with a smile.
Trunks sighed and continued his way to Dr. Konica's class, with Goten in close pursuit.
The two strode through Dr. Konica's door seconds after the tardy bell rang.
"Hello Mr. Briefs, and Mr. Son. Please try to be in class before the tardy bell rings next time," said Dr. Konica's scratchy old voice.
Dr. Konica was in his late sixties, and definitely looked it. He was a rather large man, and with a huge white mustache. If he had a beard he probably could pass for Santa Clause.
"Yes, Dr. Konica," Trunks replied. Trunks was never rude to Dr. Konica the way he was to Mr. Sharp. Trunks held to much admiration and respect for the aging man. For Dr. Konica was the only instructor that ever saw more in him then just the basketball.
Trunks and Goten walked to the leftmost corner, where they sat in every class. Unlike Mr. Sharp's class though, Pan was sitting on the other side of the classroom. As Trunks walked to his seat, he looked over in the direction of Pan. She was laughing. As Trunks looked more intently, he noticed that Pan was conversing with the guy sitting next to her, Steven.
Steven played on the basketball team, and was the team's starting point guard. Trunks had never liked him very much, always thought he was a little too cocky. Even by Trunks' standards.
Steven was about the same height as himself, but had long red hair. He had roomed with Trunks while in Hawaii, and also was influenced by the hair styles their. For his was very similar to Trunks'. Except it was full of natural blonde highlights from the sun. Steven wasn't anywhere as physically imposing as Trunks, but still had the appearance that he did spend some time in the gym.
Trunks sat down, his gaze locked on Pan and Steven. "Earth to Trunks. Hello, is anyone home?" Goten asked waving his hand in front of Trunks' face.
"What are you talking about Goten?" Trunks asked, as Goten broke his concentration.
"I'm not the one whose lost in Never Never Land again," Goten replied.
"What's this Never Never Land bull shit you keep going on about?"
"Are you telling me you've never seen Peter Pan?" Goten asked, in feigned shock.
"Never mind that dude, is Steven hitting on Pan?" Trunks asked, almost sounding worried.
"Uh-oh. Is someone…" Goten said beginning his routine.
"I knew I shouldn't have asked you," Trunks said, interrupting Goten once again.
Goten sighed, "You know. It does kind of look like that doesn't it?"
"I was afraid of that."
"Yeah, you may be right about that. I don't think Pan knows what she's getting herself into. I don't trust Steven, especially not with Pan. She's like family to me."
Trunks just continued to eye down Steven.
"Do you think we should say something to Pan about it?" Goten asked.
"Don't worry, I'm definitely going to say something," Trunks said fiercely.
"Trunks. You and Pan finally are friends again, so don't do anything stupid," Goten warned.
"Goten you worry to much. It's me."
"Why do you think I worry so much," Goten kidded.
"Ha ha. Very funny, but I'm still going to say something."
"I know, that's why I'm telling you to be careful," Goten replied.
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Trunks stood on the basketball court, located atop the apartment complex in which he lived. Trunks had watched Pan and Steven all day, and had heard Steven talking to a couple of his friends about Pan during basketball practice. But he couldn't distinguish enough of the conversation to know what they were saying. All he knew, was that he didn't like it. Not one bit.
"Well, hello. You're here too I see," Pan said from behind.
Trunks smiled to himself, before turning to greet Pan, "Where else."
Pan let out a soft laugh, "Well, I guess you're right. Where else would the nation's top player be besides practicing."
"Well you don't get this damn good by sitting on your ass," Trunks said arrogantly.
"You're not that good. You're okay…at best," Pan said, trying to hide a smile.
"Not that good? And just okay? I'm hurt," Trunks said gripping his chest.
"Yeah, I'm sure I could penetrate that ego," Pan replied sarcastically.
"I typically wait for the third date but hey," Trunks said with a wink. Trunks facial expression then instantly changed to one of sorrow. "I'm so sorry Pan, it…it slipped out."
Pan's eyes showed that she was hurt, but tried to pretend she wasn't, "It's okay Trunks. That was a long time ago. Let's just move on, we've done so well."
The two stood in silence for a while, before Trunks finally spoke up saying the only thing on his mind, "So, what's up with you and Steven?"
Pan was a bit shocked and then after a second replied, "Why do you want to know?"
"I was just wondering. Trying to be a friend," was Trunks' response.
Pan sighed and said, "Nothing, really. He asked me to go out with him Friday night."
"Are you gonna go?" Trunks said impatiently.
"I don't know yet. He gave me his number, and told me to call him when I decide."
"You're gonna say no, right?" Trunks questioned.
"I don't think that directly concerns you," Pan answered a little bit offended.
"Pan, I know this guy, he's no good. Trust me," Trunks responded, but as soon as he said it, he knew it was going to come back and bite him in the ass.
"Trust you? Tried that before. If you remember, it didn't turn out so well," Pan retorted.
Trunks sighed and walked over and picked up his basketball, "Pan. I know you have absolutely no reason to trust me. For very good reasons even. But you are new here, and believe me, you don't know Steven like I do. He's trouble. You can ask Goten if you don't believe me."
"Look Trunks, I appreciate the warning. I do. I really do. But honestly, given our past, and don't think you should be giving any kind of relationship advice," Pan said sternly.
"But…" Trunks began.
"Trunks! I said I don't want to hear it. I'm my own person, and quite capable of judging people and making decisions for myself. And Steven doesn't seem like that bad of a guy. And if I want to go out with him, I will," Pan said with authority.
Trunks started to open his mouth but Pan glared him down. After a minute, Trunks shook his head and said, "Fine Pan. You don't want to listen to me, that's fine. I tried to warn you but you won't listen, and that's fine. And you are your own person, and can make decisions for yourself. But don't let what happened between us affect your judgment."
"Do you think that's why I'm going out with him Friday," Pan questioned.
"So you are going out with him?"
"Yeah, I probably was," Pan said, again a bit offended. "And I'm not very appreciative that the first guy I might like here, you give me a ton of grief over."
Trunks shook his head and said calmly, "Pan, I'm not trying to give you grief. I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt."
"Oh really. Well I must say given your track record, I find that hard to believe."
Trunks covered his face with his hands, realizing this was a losing battle. Then Trunks dropped his arms and grabbed his basketball. And began walking towards the stairs.
"Are you leaving?" Pan asked, still sounding a bit upset.
Trunks sighed and turned around, "I'm tired of always pissing you off Pan. So this time, I'm gonna try walking away for once." With that, he turned back around and began heading back for the stairs.
Pan stood there in shock. Trunks had changed a lot from who she had remembered. He wasn't that selfish boy anymore. He was something different. Something better.
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"Goten, stop being such a bitch and slow down," Trunks yelled as he ran down the hall, chasing after his friend.
Goten turned around and waited for Trunks to catch up, "Look. I still don't have anything to say to you right now." With that, Goten turned back around, and started heading for Dr. Konica's Anatomy & Physiology class.
Trunks grabbed Goten on the shoulder, and Goten turned around giving Trunks a very pissed off look. "What?"
"Quite being such an ass…or I'm not going to tell you what happened after I went and apologized to Pan."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Say what?" Goten asked, nearly overtaken with shock.
"Oh, hmm. Do you mean the part about me apologizing to Pan," Trunks said with a smirk.
"Uh, yeah, that would be the part."
Trunks began walking back to Dr. Konica's class, with Goten right on his hip. "Well, I thought about what you had said. And I realized what I said was not only uncalled for, but hateful."
"You can say that again," Goten added.
"Okay, you don't have to send me on a guilt trip here."
"Sorry…so what happened after that," Goten asked inquisitively.
"Well, I went back up to the basketball court. When I got up there, my heart just broke. She was seating there, sobbing uncontrollably. So, I apologized to her and then the two of us talked for a while, and sort of talked through our problems. And of course after that, we played basketball. And let the record show, I won both games," Trunks said with a huge smile and gleaming with pride.
"Damn it Trunks, you and basketball," Goten said, shaking his head.
"Hey, I take basketball seriously okay."
Goten just started laughing, "So did anything happen after that."
"Yeah, we went to the store and I bought her some groceries for her room," Trunks said casually.
"You did what?"
"We went to the store and got some groceries for her room. What's wrong with that?" Trunks asked curiously.
"Uh-oh. That doesn't sound like the Trunks Briefs I know. That sounds like the Trunks Briefs from when you and…" Goten didn't finish as he was cut-off.
"Whoa. We aren't going back down that road. I was just trying to be her friend and not her enemy for once. Okay?" Trunks said sternly.
"If you say so buddy. I'm just trying to point out a few of the similarities. No harm in that," Goten said with a smile.
Trunks just looked at Goten and shook his head, "Whatever. We need to get to Dr. Konica's class, we're about to be late."
"Uh-oh. Tardiness. Another something that doesn't sound like you. Are you sure…"
"Goten!" said Trunks as he turned to look at his friend, "Drop it will you."
"Sure Trunks, but I still think that…"
"GOTEN!" Trunks said a bit frustrated.
"Okay, okay. Consider it dropped…for now," Goten said with a smile.
Trunks sighed and continued his way to Dr. Konica's class, with Goten in close pursuit.
The two strode through Dr. Konica's door seconds after the tardy bell rang.
"Hello Mr. Briefs, and Mr. Son. Please try to be in class before the tardy bell rings next time," said Dr. Konica's scratchy old voice.
Dr. Konica was in his late sixties, and definitely looked it. He was a rather large man, and with a huge white mustache. If he had a beard he probably could pass for Santa Clause.
"Yes, Dr. Konica," Trunks replied. Trunks was never rude to Dr. Konica the way he was to Mr. Sharp. Trunks held to much admiration and respect for the aging man. For Dr. Konica was the only instructor that ever saw more in him then just the basketball.
Trunks and Goten walked to the leftmost corner, where they sat in every class. Unlike Mr. Sharp's class though, Pan was sitting on the other side of the classroom. As Trunks walked to his seat, he looked over in the direction of Pan. She was laughing. As Trunks looked more intently, he noticed that Pan was conversing with the guy sitting next to her, Steven.
Steven played on the basketball team, and was the team's starting point guard. Trunks had never liked him very much, always thought he was a little too cocky. Even by Trunks' standards.
Steven was about the same height as himself, but had long red hair. He had roomed with Trunks while in Hawaii, and also was influenced by the hair styles their. For his was very similar to Trunks'. Except it was full of natural blonde highlights from the sun. Steven wasn't anywhere as physically imposing as Trunks, but still had the appearance that he did spend some time in the gym.
Trunks sat down, his gaze locked on Pan and Steven. "Earth to Trunks. Hello, is anyone home?" Goten asked waving his hand in front of Trunks' face.
"What are you talking about Goten?" Trunks asked, as Goten broke his concentration.
"I'm not the one whose lost in Never Never Land again," Goten replied.
"What's this Never Never Land bull shit you keep going on about?"
"Are you telling me you've never seen Peter Pan?" Goten asked, in feigned shock.
"Never mind that dude, is Steven hitting on Pan?" Trunks asked, almost sounding worried.
"Uh-oh. Is someone…" Goten said beginning his routine.
"I knew I shouldn't have asked you," Trunks said, interrupting Goten once again.
Goten sighed, "You know. It does kind of look like that doesn't it?"
"I was afraid of that."
"Yeah, you may be right about that. I don't think Pan knows what she's getting herself into. I don't trust Steven, especially not with Pan. She's like family to me."
Trunks just continued to eye down Steven.
"Do you think we should say something to Pan about it?" Goten asked.
"Don't worry, I'm definitely going to say something," Trunks said fiercely.
"Trunks. You and Pan finally are friends again, so don't do anything stupid," Goten warned.
"Goten you worry to much. It's me."
"Why do you think I worry so much," Goten kidded.
"Ha ha. Very funny, but I'm still going to say something."
"I know, that's why I'm telling you to be careful," Goten replied.
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Trunks stood on the basketball court, located atop the apartment complex in which he lived. Trunks had watched Pan and Steven all day, and had heard Steven talking to a couple of his friends about Pan during basketball practice. But he couldn't distinguish enough of the conversation to know what they were saying. All he knew, was that he didn't like it. Not one bit.
"Well, hello. You're here too I see," Pan said from behind.
Trunks smiled to himself, before turning to greet Pan, "Where else."
Pan let out a soft laugh, "Well, I guess you're right. Where else would the nation's top player be besides practicing."
"Well you don't get this damn good by sitting on your ass," Trunks said arrogantly.
"You're not that good. You're okay…at best," Pan said, trying to hide a smile.
"Not that good? And just okay? I'm hurt," Trunks said gripping his chest.
"Yeah, I'm sure I could penetrate that ego," Pan replied sarcastically.
"I typically wait for the third date but hey," Trunks said with a wink. Trunks facial expression then instantly changed to one of sorrow. "I'm so sorry Pan, it…it slipped out."
Pan's eyes showed that she was hurt, but tried to pretend she wasn't, "It's okay Trunks. That was a long time ago. Let's just move on, we've done so well."
The two stood in silence for a while, before Trunks finally spoke up saying the only thing on his mind, "So, what's up with you and Steven?"
Pan was a bit shocked and then after a second replied, "Why do you want to know?"
"I was just wondering. Trying to be a friend," was Trunks' response.
Pan sighed and said, "Nothing, really. He asked me to go out with him Friday night."
"Are you gonna go?" Trunks said impatiently.
"I don't know yet. He gave me his number, and told me to call him when I decide."
"You're gonna say no, right?" Trunks questioned.
"I don't think that directly concerns you," Pan answered a little bit offended.
"Pan, I know this guy, he's no good. Trust me," Trunks responded, but as soon as he said it, he knew it was going to come back and bite him in the ass.
"Trust you? Tried that before. If you remember, it didn't turn out so well," Pan retorted.
Trunks sighed and walked over and picked up his basketball, "Pan. I know you have absolutely no reason to trust me. For very good reasons even. But you are new here, and believe me, you don't know Steven like I do. He's trouble. You can ask Goten if you don't believe me."
"Look Trunks, I appreciate the warning. I do. I really do. But honestly, given our past, and don't think you should be giving any kind of relationship advice," Pan said sternly.
"But…" Trunks began.
"Trunks! I said I don't want to hear it. I'm my own person, and quite capable of judging people and making decisions for myself. And Steven doesn't seem like that bad of a guy. And if I want to go out with him, I will," Pan said with authority.
Trunks started to open his mouth but Pan glared him down. After a minute, Trunks shook his head and said, "Fine Pan. You don't want to listen to me, that's fine. I tried to warn you but you won't listen, and that's fine. And you are your own person, and can make decisions for yourself. But don't let what happened between us affect your judgment."
"Do you think that's why I'm going out with him Friday," Pan questioned.
"So you are going out with him?"
"Yeah, I probably was," Pan said, again a bit offended. "And I'm not very appreciative that the first guy I might like here, you give me a ton of grief over."
Trunks shook his head and said calmly, "Pan, I'm not trying to give you grief. I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt."
"Oh really. Well I must say given your track record, I find that hard to believe."
Trunks covered his face with his hands, realizing this was a losing battle. Then Trunks dropped his arms and grabbed his basketball. And began walking towards the stairs.
"Are you leaving?" Pan asked, still sounding a bit upset.
Trunks sighed and turned around, "I'm tired of always pissing you off Pan. So this time, I'm gonna try walking away for once." With that, he turned back around and began heading back for the stairs.
Pan stood there in shock. Trunks had changed a lot from who she had remembered. He wasn't that selfish boy anymore. He was something different. Something better.
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