Disclaimer - I don't own DragonBall Z so please don't sue me.
A/N: First off I never got to thank huggybuddy (aka my best friend in rhode island.) for the idea for the wiggling toes, I have to give her some credit cause wiggling her toes was one of her obsessions, which is now one of mine...*twitches* okay...anyways...err...umm...and also I must give great great thanks to vipper902 (aka my idiot *in a good way*) for updating my story for me!!! Also thanks coolkitty2 for giving me my 100th review!! Thanks a lot!!! Oh and my Canadian has a few words of wisdom.
Canadian – A doctor a day keeps the apple away!
*sighs heavily* excuse me for saying wisdom.........
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*~*Monday*~*
Pan slumped in her seat when Trunks arrived on the bus. Her disguise wasn't successful and Trunks plopped down next to her and lowered his head in shame. Pan placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and gently lifted him up. Trunks ignored her gaze and avoided eye contact at any cost.
"What's wrong?" Pan asked. Her eyes pleading. Trunks shook his head softly. Still not looking at her. Pan's eyes started to water a little at the fact that he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. She shoved the thought away and turned her attention back over at Trunks.
"Nothing." He said barely above a whisper as he eyed Pan. Trunks' face was queerly pale. His eyes had small black sleep bags under them, and he had a black eye with about three deep cuts under his eye.
"Trunks." Pan gaped as she gently caressed Trunks' face. He slightly winced at the smoothness of Pan's hand causing her to slightly pull away. "What happened?"
Trunks once again glanced at pan. He saw that she was truly worried about him. Grinning, he gently placed his hand on Pan's face. He leaned into her and delicately planted his lips onto hers. Pan slightly blushed at his advancements, yet the two continued the kiss for ten seconds.
"Thank you." Trunks whispered into her ear, causing her to slightly shiver.
"For what?" Pan inquired. She unconsciously cuddled into Trunks on the bus. Trunks giggled slightly and placed his arm around her shoulder.
"For caring." he said. The two friends then pulled away from each other, not wanting anyone to see them.
"Pan, yesterday Penelope broke up with me." Trunks commented as his head once again lowered in shame. "I feel so used."
Pan tried not to jump for joy but remained to keep a sad look plastered on her face. Trunks smiled again.
"What's so funny?" Pan asked.
"I didn't really like her." Trunks admitted and started to laugh maniacally.
"Trunks...Trunks...TRUNKS!" Pan yelled and slightly hit him in the arm. Trunks glanced at Pan and grasped her shoulders hard. Pan gasped and shoved him away. Trunks cursed himself aloud and turned towards Pan to apologize, only to receive a blow to the face.
"Don't touch me." Pan said and quivered as she backed far, far, far into the window. Trunks, ashamed, moved to the seat in front of her. The two sat in silence until Marron arrived on the bus.
"Hey guys!" she exclaimed. She took a seat right next to Pan.
"Hi." a less enthusiastic Pan and Trunks responded. Both completely avoided eye contact with each other as Marron quizzically glanced at the two.
"What happened you guys?" Marron asked.
"Nothing." Trunks and Pan commented in unison.
"Riiiiiiiight." Marron commented as her eyes rolled.
A few moments later Goten arrived on the bus. Stupidly, he grinned at everyone and sat down next to Trunks.
"DUDE! What the hell happened to you, you got all tore up!" Goten exclaimed as he lifted up Trunks' face, examining it carefully. Trunks pulled away from Goten angrily and glared up at him.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Trunks said mimicking Pan. Pan whacked him over the head for his sarcastic comment.
"Damn you Trunks, why do you have to be such an asshole." Pan said without thinking. She quickly covered her mouth in shock. Trunks sadly looked upon Pan and turned back to Goten. Pan shook her head in shame as Marron tugged on her jacket softly.
"What?" Pan asked.
"What did you do to piss him off like that?" Marron asked and pointed over to Trunks.
"I'll tell you later." Pan said thinking about what Marron said. "Oh and I didn't piss him off."
Marron glanced up at Pan then shot a glance at Trunks. "Then why was he so...so..." Marron pondered as she scratched her head in confusion.
"Bitchy?" Pan asked barely whispering so that Trunks and Goten wouldn't hear them.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the word I was looking for!" Marron exclaimed, earning attention from Trunks and Goten.
"What are you talking about?" Goten asked stupidly.
"None of your business." Marron shot back and turned away from Goten angrily. The rest of the way to school, no one uttered a word.
*~*End of School Day*~* (A/N: Sry, I didn't wanna go through w/ that...)
"Pan." Trunks stated as he cautiously approached Pan by the bus. Pan jumped slightly and glanced up at him angrily. Trunks' facial expressions softened whenever Pan glared at him.
"What?" she asked rather rudely
"I'm sorry about this morning. I truly am. I don't know what came over me, honestly. Will you please forgive me?" Trunks asked with pleading eyes. Pan couldn't say no to the eyes! Damn him! How come he had to do the eyes? Every time Pan would fall for those eyes that could melt ANYTHING into a frozen puddle or whatever...
"Okay...you're forgiven." Pan said and slightly grinned at him. "But Trunks, I just wanted to know..." Pan trailed off.
"Yes?"
"The marks, on your face...are they from Uub?" Pan asked.
Trunks felt a small knot form in his stomach. 'Shit what the hell am I supposed to tell her?' Trunks asked himself knowing the truth of how he really received the three scratches. Trunks shook the thought out of his head and forced out a smile to Pan. "Yeah, they are." He basically said.
"Oh..." Pan trailed off once again as she took her seat on the bus. Trunks sighed heavily and followed after her.
*~*Trunks' house*~* (A/N: Bet you didn't see that one coming!)
"I can't take this shit anymore!" Bulma yelled as she threw herself on the dung colored couch and began to cry in a hysterical fit. Trunks entered their run down home and tossed his back pack to the ground and ran to his mother's side and held her in a strong embrace.
"Are you okay mom?" Trunks asked as he gently rocked his mom in his arms. Trunks listened to the soft sound of his mother's breathing. Thank GOD that she was breathing, who knows what would happen if she wasn't breathing.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma responded and continued to cry as Trunks soothingly caressed her back to calm her.
"It will be okay mom. Shh, it will be okay." Trunks reassured her. Lurking behind the broken kitchen table was none other than Vegeta. The man who was the cause of all this mess.
"What did you do to her now?" Trunks asked and let his mother go as he stood up tall and fearless towards Vegeta. Vegeta only laughed at Trunks' bravery.
"I did nothing." Vegeta stated. "But I'm about to DO something." He slammed his fist right into Trunks' face. Trunks clutched his face and started to breathe heavily.
"Don't touch him Vegeta! Don't lay one finger on him!" Bulma yelled as she ran up to Vegeta and shoved him away with all her might, but failed in the end. "This fight does not concern him."
"But it does." Vegeta stated as he held on tightly to Bulma and whispered something in her ear. Bulma shook her head furiously in disagreement. Vegeta squeezed her arms harder as she let out a small yelp. "That's what I thought." Vegeta grinned and tossed her to the side.
"Get to your room now Trunks. This fight IS between your mother and me." Vegeta said and pointed to Trunks' room which had no doorknob. Trunks wanted so badly to stay there and protect his mother, but he knew well what would happen if he did. BAM. POW. WHACK. And he'd be out. Trunks lowered his head and walked out of the living room and dining room area and into his room. Silently, he listened to his mother and father's fight.
"I'm leaving in two weeks Vegeta, rather you like it or not!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs.
"If you leave woman, I will hunt you down and personally kill you." Vegeta responded.
"I don't care what you do!" Bulma yelled.
"Fine then! Die for all I care!" Vegeta said.
"You're such an asshole."
"Don't call me that woman!" Vegeta screamed as the familiar sound of smacking alerted Trunks' ears. He winced when he heard his mother's yelps and cries.
"Are you leaving?" Vegeta questioned.
"No." Bulma lied.
"That's what I thought." Vegeta said and stormed into Trunks' room. He pried Trunks off the bed and held him by his neck. Trunks struggled to breathe as his father choked him.
"Do you want to be let go?" Vegeta asked and tightened his grip on Trunks' neck. Trunks nodded his head. "Then promise me you won't leave." Trunks didn't respond to this comment made by his father. Trunks started to feel his windpipe closing as his breathing became shortened. He quickly nodded as his father let go of his neck and dropped him to the ground.
'Damn him.' Trunks thought to himself as he bashed his fists into the carpet.
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A/N: Okay everyone we know we want to say it. So....
Awwwwwww poooor little Trunksie wunksie!!!!
Okay well, this was also one of my favorite chapters to write, and I wrote it at *gasps* 4:00 in the morning! oooo I'm good!!!
A/N: First off I never got to thank huggybuddy (aka my best friend in rhode island.) for the idea for the wiggling toes, I have to give her some credit cause wiggling her toes was one of her obsessions, which is now one of mine...*twitches* okay...anyways...err...umm...and also I must give great great thanks to vipper902 (aka my idiot *in a good way*) for updating my story for me!!! Also thanks coolkitty2 for giving me my 100th review!! Thanks a lot!!! Oh and my Canadian has a few words of wisdom.
Canadian – A doctor a day keeps the apple away!
*sighs heavily* excuse me for saying wisdom.........
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*~*Monday*~*
Pan slumped in her seat when Trunks arrived on the bus. Her disguise wasn't successful and Trunks plopped down next to her and lowered his head in shame. Pan placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder and gently lifted him up. Trunks ignored her gaze and avoided eye contact at any cost.
"What's wrong?" Pan asked. Her eyes pleading. Trunks shook his head softly. Still not looking at her. Pan's eyes started to water a little at the fact that he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. She shoved the thought away and turned her attention back over at Trunks.
"Nothing." He said barely above a whisper as he eyed Pan. Trunks' face was queerly pale. His eyes had small black sleep bags under them, and he had a black eye with about three deep cuts under his eye.
"Trunks." Pan gaped as she gently caressed Trunks' face. He slightly winced at the smoothness of Pan's hand causing her to slightly pull away. "What happened?"
Trunks once again glanced at pan. He saw that she was truly worried about him. Grinning, he gently placed his hand on Pan's face. He leaned into her and delicately planted his lips onto hers. Pan slightly blushed at his advancements, yet the two continued the kiss for ten seconds.
"Thank you." Trunks whispered into her ear, causing her to slightly shiver.
"For what?" Pan inquired. She unconsciously cuddled into Trunks on the bus. Trunks giggled slightly and placed his arm around her shoulder.
"For caring." he said. The two friends then pulled away from each other, not wanting anyone to see them.
"Pan, yesterday Penelope broke up with me." Trunks commented as his head once again lowered in shame. "I feel so used."
Pan tried not to jump for joy but remained to keep a sad look plastered on her face. Trunks smiled again.
"What's so funny?" Pan asked.
"I didn't really like her." Trunks admitted and started to laugh maniacally.
"Trunks...Trunks...TRUNKS!" Pan yelled and slightly hit him in the arm. Trunks glanced at Pan and grasped her shoulders hard. Pan gasped and shoved him away. Trunks cursed himself aloud and turned towards Pan to apologize, only to receive a blow to the face.
"Don't touch me." Pan said and quivered as she backed far, far, far into the window. Trunks, ashamed, moved to the seat in front of her. The two sat in silence until Marron arrived on the bus.
"Hey guys!" she exclaimed. She took a seat right next to Pan.
"Hi." a less enthusiastic Pan and Trunks responded. Both completely avoided eye contact with each other as Marron quizzically glanced at the two.
"What happened you guys?" Marron asked.
"Nothing." Trunks and Pan commented in unison.
"Riiiiiiiight." Marron commented as her eyes rolled.
A few moments later Goten arrived on the bus. Stupidly, he grinned at everyone and sat down next to Trunks.
"DUDE! What the hell happened to you, you got all tore up!" Goten exclaimed as he lifted up Trunks' face, examining it carefully. Trunks pulled away from Goten angrily and glared up at him.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Trunks said mimicking Pan. Pan whacked him over the head for his sarcastic comment.
"Damn you Trunks, why do you have to be such an asshole." Pan said without thinking. She quickly covered her mouth in shock. Trunks sadly looked upon Pan and turned back to Goten. Pan shook her head in shame as Marron tugged on her jacket softly.
"What?" Pan asked.
"What did you do to piss him off like that?" Marron asked and pointed over to Trunks.
"I'll tell you later." Pan said thinking about what Marron said. "Oh and I didn't piss him off."
Marron glanced up at Pan then shot a glance at Trunks. "Then why was he so...so..." Marron pondered as she scratched her head in confusion.
"Bitchy?" Pan asked barely whispering so that Trunks and Goten wouldn't hear them.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the word I was looking for!" Marron exclaimed, earning attention from Trunks and Goten.
"What are you talking about?" Goten asked stupidly.
"None of your business." Marron shot back and turned away from Goten angrily. The rest of the way to school, no one uttered a word.
*~*End of School Day*~* (A/N: Sry, I didn't wanna go through w/ that...)
"Pan." Trunks stated as he cautiously approached Pan by the bus. Pan jumped slightly and glanced up at him angrily. Trunks' facial expressions softened whenever Pan glared at him.
"What?" she asked rather rudely
"I'm sorry about this morning. I truly am. I don't know what came over me, honestly. Will you please forgive me?" Trunks asked with pleading eyes. Pan couldn't say no to the eyes! Damn him! How come he had to do the eyes? Every time Pan would fall for those eyes that could melt ANYTHING into a frozen puddle or whatever...
"Okay...you're forgiven." Pan said and slightly grinned at him. "But Trunks, I just wanted to know..." Pan trailed off.
"Yes?"
"The marks, on your face...are they from Uub?" Pan asked.
Trunks felt a small knot form in his stomach. 'Shit what the hell am I supposed to tell her?' Trunks asked himself knowing the truth of how he really received the three scratches. Trunks shook the thought out of his head and forced out a smile to Pan. "Yeah, they are." He basically said.
"Oh..." Pan trailed off once again as she took her seat on the bus. Trunks sighed heavily and followed after her.
*~*Trunks' house*~* (A/N: Bet you didn't see that one coming!)
"I can't take this shit anymore!" Bulma yelled as she threw herself on the dung colored couch and began to cry in a hysterical fit. Trunks entered their run down home and tossed his back pack to the ground and ran to his mother's side and held her in a strong embrace.
"Are you okay mom?" Trunks asked as he gently rocked his mom in his arms. Trunks listened to the soft sound of his mother's breathing. Thank GOD that she was breathing, who knows what would happen if she wasn't breathing.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Bulma responded and continued to cry as Trunks soothingly caressed her back to calm her.
"It will be okay mom. Shh, it will be okay." Trunks reassured her. Lurking behind the broken kitchen table was none other than Vegeta. The man who was the cause of all this mess.
"What did you do to her now?" Trunks asked and let his mother go as he stood up tall and fearless towards Vegeta. Vegeta only laughed at Trunks' bravery.
"I did nothing." Vegeta stated. "But I'm about to DO something." He slammed his fist right into Trunks' face. Trunks clutched his face and started to breathe heavily.
"Don't touch him Vegeta! Don't lay one finger on him!" Bulma yelled as she ran up to Vegeta and shoved him away with all her might, but failed in the end. "This fight does not concern him."
"But it does." Vegeta stated as he held on tightly to Bulma and whispered something in her ear. Bulma shook her head furiously in disagreement. Vegeta squeezed her arms harder as she let out a small yelp. "That's what I thought." Vegeta grinned and tossed her to the side.
"Get to your room now Trunks. This fight IS between your mother and me." Vegeta said and pointed to Trunks' room which had no doorknob. Trunks wanted so badly to stay there and protect his mother, but he knew well what would happen if he did. BAM. POW. WHACK. And he'd be out. Trunks lowered his head and walked out of the living room and dining room area and into his room. Silently, he listened to his mother and father's fight.
"I'm leaving in two weeks Vegeta, rather you like it or not!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs.
"If you leave woman, I will hunt you down and personally kill you." Vegeta responded.
"I don't care what you do!" Bulma yelled.
"Fine then! Die for all I care!" Vegeta said.
"You're such an asshole."
"Don't call me that woman!" Vegeta screamed as the familiar sound of smacking alerted Trunks' ears. He winced when he heard his mother's yelps and cries.
"Are you leaving?" Vegeta questioned.
"No." Bulma lied.
"That's what I thought." Vegeta said and stormed into Trunks' room. He pried Trunks off the bed and held him by his neck. Trunks struggled to breathe as his father choked him.
"Do you want to be let go?" Vegeta asked and tightened his grip on Trunks' neck. Trunks nodded his head. "Then promise me you won't leave." Trunks didn't respond to this comment made by his father. Trunks started to feel his windpipe closing as his breathing became shortened. He quickly nodded as his father let go of his neck and dropped him to the ground.
'Damn him.' Trunks thought to himself as he bashed his fists into the carpet.
*~*
A/N: Okay everyone we know we want to say it. So....
Awwwwwww poooor little Trunksie wunksie!!!!
Okay well, this was also one of my favorite chapters to write, and I wrote it at *gasps* 4:00 in the morning! oooo I'm good!!!