Disclaimer – I don't own DragonBall Z so please don't sue me. And I don't own the other random stuff that I couldn't own either. So…don't sue me.
A/N: The song in the last chapter was Yellowcard (3 songs in here are by them…) with 'Rough Draft' that song is like the bomb! It makes me cry!! begins to ball oh and I also have a few things to straighten out before I begin the epilogue, so…these are a few reader responses:
TRunK-loVEr – err…I checked everywhere and I never said there were any saiyans. I only said that Goten wasn't related to Pan, because I couldn't have Goten die in the story! See, there was a point to having Goten not being related. And I didn't want Bra in the story cuz she would just be another distraction. So, if you can find where I said it exactly then I could apologize to the peoples so yah. Well that was fun!
Canadian – I wanna talk! Can I say something?
Go ahead…
Canadian – Eh! Wassup TRunK-loVEr? I'm doing good eh! I love this life! Living in the A/N's its really fun cuz I get to eat pop tarts and Twinkies! Life couldn't be any better
Oh hey Canadian Bishy! Someone out there is gonna miss you!
Canadian – ooo ooo who?
LoveThatSmirk said she was sulking. Maybe you should cheer her up…
Canadian – wow! So LoveThatSmirk, I just wanted to say that if you're really gonna miss me then just check me out in other fanfics that Jen writes! It's a great way to communicate with me! Truly is I must say! I'm not featured in Too Far Gone though…but I am in Burning!! And I'm gonna be in Living Hell! Ain't it great! eyes begin to water wow! I feel so loved by my authoress! She's truly the greatest you know, giving me all the twinkies! I love her!!!
I love you too my bishy of Canada! Woooooooo Canada! Okay…that's it for now! Now on to the epilogue!!
Trunks left her, she didn't want him anymore. She didn't love him. Trunks was all alone with no one to love. Who would want to love him anyway? Trunks sighed in defeat once again. He groaned under his breath as he flopped down on the small twin bed in his apartment. He really needed to get out more, because ever since he was rejected by Pan, he'd never been the same.
A few years ago his mom had recommended him to counseling, so he could express his feelings to a complete stranger. Yeah, like Trunks would do that. But, for the sake of his mother, he did. The psychiatrist said there was nothing wrong with him. Said he was going to be just fine. Trunks rolled over in his bed to face his nightstand. He opened a medicine bottle and poured 3 pills into his hand and swallowed them without any water.
Last summer, Trunks had tried to murder himself because he had become so lonely without anyone with him in his apartment. He thought about Pan, then he remembered that he was rejected and had come to the conclusion that no one would ever want to love him because of what he did to Pan and her family. Trunks rested his head on his pillow and closed his eyes softly and waited for his brain to discontinue thoughts of Pan.
Sure, Trunks was a very intelligent man, but when it came to love, he was stupid. Every time a woman would ask him to go out on a date, he would refuse. He would blab on about how he can't love anyone but Pan. Pan, Pan, Pan. He would never shut up about her. Trunks pulled out his pocket knife from his pants pocket and held it up to his left wrist. He let the knife blade edge over the outer layer of skin, barely leaving any signs of blood.
He mastered the knife, he knew that if he cut himself too deep he might end up injuring himself and then he'd be put into rehab. Trunks remembered the last time that had happened. It was when he began to cut himself; it was a few weeks after his sixteenth birthday. And of course he cut himself because of Pan. Everything in his life revolved around Pan. How he wanted to lift the curse off of his family, everything! Trunks was found in his room and he looked dead when his mother had found him. After Bulma called the ambulance, and Trunks took a mental evaluation test, he was sent to rehab for six months. Not exactly what one would call a sweet sixteen.
Trunks glanced up at the ceiling in his apartment that he rented. Amazingly, Trunks managed to go to his job; well, when he felt like it. Trunks groaned softly and glanced at the clock. Yet another day wasted to Pan, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He pondered about getting his lazy ass out of the bed and going to work, but decided against it. He really didn't feel like going to work.
The twenty-one year old man forced himself out of the bed and dragged himself into the nice and orderly kitchen. Trunks may have been depressed, but he wasn't going to be living in a pig sty. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a glass and a plate. He then opened a drawer and got out a fork. He sat the plate in the opened microwave and rummaged over to the freezer and pulled out a frozen dinner. Aimlessly poking a few holes in the paper, Trunks sat the dinner into the microwave, shut the microwave door, pressed out 3 minutes, and stood watching his food unthaw in the microwave.
Ding.
Trunks pulled out the frozen dinner that consisted of a small turkey breast, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans. He looked at the meal in disgust and poked it with his fork. The turkey seemed to be rubber and Trunks raised an eyebrow with a questionable look on his face. Not feeling hungry anymore, Trunks disposed of the rubbery substance into a trash can. That was the third day he had gone without any food. He really needed to get out more.
And so he did, Trunks walked over to the key holder which read, "Keys" and picked up his keys to his Volkswagen Jetta. He stepped up to the door and opened the door. Twirling his keys around on his fingers he began to stride to his car. While his keys were suspended in the air, they slipped off of his clumsy fingers.
"Oh shit." Trunks said. He leaned down to pick them up when something snapped. Trunks turned around to see what it was, but nothing was behind him. He heard something hit the autumn leaves directly below him. Trunks gasped in horror and glanced down to see the heart necklace that Pan gave him, and it was the back of it. Trunks dropped to his knees and glided his fingers through the broken chain. He resisted from sobbing and delicately picked up the necklace. Trunks scooted off a little further and picked up the keys to his Jetta. Trunks placed both his hands on either side of his body and forced himself off of the ground with his weight. He continued his walk to the car, utterly shamed at what had happened to the heart necklace. Now he had a reason to go into town, he had to fix the necklace.
Trunks sat down in his car and strained the keys into the ignition. Trunks started the car and began to drive away with the heart necklace in hand. Trunks drove for what seemed an eternity before he found a jewelers store. Content with the appearance of the store, he entered it and glanced around; shiny necklaces of all sorts were scattered on the walls, sparkling rings were displayed in large cases, shimmering pendants were also on display in large cases. The store was spectacular. Trunks eyed the little old woman behind the cases and brought his necklace to her.
"Ma'am, how much will it cost to buy the exact same chain?" Trunks asked. The woman ripped the necklace out of Trunks' grasp and examined it for a moment. Her gaze went from the chain, to Trunks. Grinning at Trunks, with only 3 of her teeth that were left, she cleared her throat.
"Let's see here, Trunks, yes…yes…I see…" the old woman said and continued examining the necklace. Her eyes traced over to Trunks, then back at the necklace. "Do you have children?" Trunks glanced at her oddly and shook his head. "I see…I see…" the old woman began to cackle slightly and then turned back to Trunks.
"Ma'am…how much is it going to cost?" he asked, trying to avoid the fact how she knew his name.
"The curse…yes…the curse…" she mumbled and clutched onto the necklace tightly. "Trunks, what do you say about making a deal with me?" The old woman coughed slightly from dust that arose from the case.
"What kind of deal?" Trunks asked wearily, unknowing if he should truly trust this old woman that he barely knew. And yet somehow she knew who he was.
"Give me the necklace and I'll lift the curse that was granted to your family. There will be no more curse, what do you say to that Trunks?" she questioned. Her silver eyes twitched at the young man. Trunks debated with himself for a while until finally he said something.
"How do I know that you'll stay true to your word?" he inquired. The old woman tilted her head slightly and rubbed her nose.
"Because I'm the same little witch that gave your petty little family that wonderful little curse." She grinned. Her wicked smile disgusted Trunks, causing him to bang down on one of the cases, leaving a small crack in it. She glared at Trunks and smacked his hand with her long nails that left a vague sign of blood on Trunks' hand.
"How will I know if the curse is even lifted?" Trunks asked.
"I'll test you. What do you say to that boy?" She asked.
"Fine. But first, lift my curse. Then I'll give you the necklace." Trunks stated. The old woman smiled slightly then placed both of her pale withered hands on top of Trunks'. She closed her eyes and began to chant something in a different language that Trunks couldn't quite understand. She yelped out a word that sounded like, "faster" but Trunks wasn't paying attention very well. Suddenly, his body was lifted off the ground.
He was forced to close his eyes as rocks rapidly flew around him out of nowhere. He attempted to open his eyes, and what he saw bemused him. It was the one person he expected to see once again. Pan. She was wrapped in a shimmering cloth that barely covered her body, it had been draped over her breast and wrapped around her waist, and her body was suspended in air, her eyes barely opened as she glanced down on Trunks. Pan made her way down to the earth and greeted Trunks with a smile.
"P-Pan." He stuttered. He reached out to touch her, but to his great disadvantage she had slightly moved her body so he couldn't touch her. Pan held in her hand the necklace that she had given him, her eyes began to water and she glanced at the necklace then at Trunks.
"You gave the only remembrance of me away just for a stupid curse to be lifted? You should feel so ashamed of yourself Trunks." She stated. Her essence began to fade away as Trunks lunged forward in an attempt to catch her before she left, but all he managed to do was feel glitter splash onto his face. He was suddenly drifted back into reality by the old woman's cough.
"It's over, now I have the necklace in my possession." She hissed. Trunks glimpsed down at the necklace and then at the woman. He sighed heavily and gulped down hard. What had he done? But then he remembered.
"Test me." He stated.
"What?"
"Test to see if the curse was lifted," Trunks said. "And if it wasn't, then I'll keep this necklace." Trunks clutched onto the woman's hand and glared at her. She rolled her eyes and began to taunt Trunks about his heritage. How he was nothing in this world. How Pan hated him forever and there was no way that she would ever love him again. Trunks grabbed his head in horror at what the old woman had been stating. His power grew and grew as his hair became lighter and lighter until he turned into a super saiyan.
"I'm going to kill you!" he yelled at her and glared evilly at her. A smirk appeared on Trunks' face as he saw a look of fear in the old hag's eyes. She turned away from him and began to flee out of the jewelry store. Trunks charged at her and stopped her before she could leave.
"The curse was lifted! Why won't you leave me to be!" she exclaimed and began to wail.
"Because you said that Pan hated me!" Trunks yelled. Not caring for the old hag because she had bestowed the curse on his family, Trunks killed her with not a single care for her in his mind. His hair beamed back to purple and his eyes turned back to blue. He reached down to pick up the necklace and only managed to salvage the heart that the necklace was on. Shuddering slightly at the sight of the dead woman, he immediately left the jewelers store.
'I've gotta find her, I've gotta find Pan.' He inwardly thought as raced towards his Jetta. He quickly started his car and zoomed off as fast as he could to get back home. Everything on the drive home reminded him so much of Pan. He shook his head slightly and somehow drifted back into reality. Eventually, he arrived at his apartment.
Hurriedly, he unlocked the door and rummaged over to his telephone. He found out Pan's phone number a long time ago, but was just too afraid to call her up and apologize. And one time that he did attempt to call her, her grandfather answered the phone. 'Coincidentally' the next day her grandfather was found dead about fifteen miles away from Trunks' apartment with no evidence of whom the killer was.
He dialed the digits and waited for the telephone to start ringing. Unfortunate for Trunks, it did. He sighed heavily and waited for someone to answer the phone.
"Hello?" a feminine voice asked. Trunks swallowed hard and forced himself to speak.
"Is Pan there?" he questioned.
"This is she." Pan stated. Trunks suddenly hung up the phone and breathed heavily. He found a phone book and searched for Pan's name. After about five minutes of searching he found Pan's name, number, and address in the phone book. He found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote the address down. Content, he picked up his Jetta keys and zoomed out the door in search of the one person who made him head over heals and completely crazy, Pan.
Speeding on the interstate, Trunks frantically glanced down at the address that was written on the scrap piece of paper, the address was about a forty minute drive from where he lived. Trunks sped up once again and watched the road, waiting for his exit to reach Pan once again.
After what seemed like forever, Trunks finally arrived in the town that she was living in. His head raced left and right out of both of his windows searching for the street name. He was just about to give up when his eyes glistened slightly as he saw the street. Swerving, he turned into the street happily and searched for the house that Pan was living in. Trunks found the house and resisted from frolicking up to the house. Both joy and fear raced through his mind as he rang the doorbell on the well designed house. He heard footsteps trot to the door as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers.
The door clicked unlocked and a young boy, about three years of age, answered the door. His big blue eyes shined in the light as Trunks leaned down to make eye contact with him.
"Is Pan here?" Trunks inquired the little boy. The child grinned and chuckled tugging on Trunks' pants, he led him inside of the house. "Wait there! Stop that!" Trunks was about to pry the child's hand off of his pants but resisted when he saw the little boy's eyes water up.
"Aiden who is that?" a female asked as she entered the room.
"Don't know, don't know." Aiden chimed happily and pulled Trunks closer to the woman who was dressed rather casually. Her raven hair was up in a bun, she had an apron on, and was wearing a red shirt with a smiley face on it with a pair of worn out jeans.
"Aiden how many times to I have to tell you not to let anyone in here. Sheesh! I've been babysitting you long enough for you to know that." she glanced up at the young man, who was Trunks, and noticed something familiar about him.
"Looking for you." Aiden said and grinned.
"I'm sorry sir, but how may I help you?"
"Pan?" Trunks inquired and glanced up at her.
"Yes…how may I help you sir?" Pan asked once again. Trunks stood in awe of Pan. She looked incredibly beautiful in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and found something hidden in it. Eventually, he removed a heart pendant. Pan eyed him awkwardly as he handed it to her.
"Look at this, please." He stated. Pan glanced down on the necklace and noticed that the front of it was stunning. A moment later she turned it around to reveal 'Trunks, I love you.' Her memory came back to a certain day in her life. shook her head vigorously and glimpsed over at Trunks. She couldn't understand why this man would have this…unless.
"How, how did you get this?" she inquired Trunks.
"You gave it to me Pan." Trunks said and closed his eyes. Pan gasped and dropped the pendant on the ground. In the moment that it hit the ground, Aiden picked it up and handed it back to Pan.
"Dropped it, dropped it." He chanted and placed it in Pan's hand. Pan ignored the little boy's chants and grabbed Trunks in a strong hold. She resisted from sobbing into Trunks' orange shirt and began to rock herself back and forth in Trunks' grasp.
"I missed you." She said and grinned up at her long lost friend. Trunks glanced down on Pan and returned the grin to her.
See, not exactly sad, not exactly happy, that's what I live for. begins to rock back in forth in a spinning chair. wee! Anyways…I think that this true ending fits the mood. You can make your predictions of what may happen, cause I think that two friends reuniting it quite sweet.
Canadian – eh…me too…Begins to cry but they could have gotten together!
Yeah I know. But I didn't want it to be too cliché. Sorry if anyone is disappointed in the ending, but I'm not too fond of cliché endings where the guy gets the girl or the girl gets the guy and its really predictable and crap like that, but anyways! I'm too lazy to give out individual thankies so here is a big thanks to everyone!
THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING MY STORY EVEN IF YOU ONLY READ ONE CHAPTER THANKS!!
Canadian – and pretty ladies out there earns a glare from authoress who aren't as pretty as the authoress. sweatdrop come stop by some other fan fics to see me! Woo!! Okay I'm out! Eh!
Have a happy mothers day all you mothers out there! Okay! I'm done and have a great day!