Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT. It all belongs to that one dude. The
story belongs to me, if some one else's story sounds like mine, that is
merely coincidence. I did not steal this story from any other author.
Don't accuse me of it.
A/N: Sorry for the mix up, in the prologue Pan is 6 and Trunks is 8. And just to clue you people in on something, Pan, Videl, and ChiChi, all moved in with Bulma and Trunks. This chap. takes place 10 years later, causing Pan to be 16 and Trunks to be 18.
I wrote this story on a whim, as I do most things.
And now, on with the show!!
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Don't Go
Ten long years have passed since the fateful war that was waged against the androids. Though Gohan was able to destroy the android menace named 17, he was unsuccessful with the death of the she demon, 18. She had proven herself to be to great an adversary, thus costing Gohan his life.
And now, in the darkest of times, a young man will take a stand against the evil android. (A/N: Forged in the heat of battle.sorry, watching Xena: Worrier princess right now. Hehe!) He has watched far too many of his friends and loved ones parish under her evil hands. His plan: travel to the past and worn the Z fighters of the dangers that await them in their not-to-far future. And an agenda of his own, see if Goku is as powerful as his mother's stories have portrayed him to be.
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The early morning sun casted it's golden rays of light upon the newly formed dew, creating a false sense of peace and security. At the battered Capsule Corp. building, Trunks slowly awoke to find an unexpected surprise: Pan was lying next to him? Her petite form was wrapped against Trunks' hard muscular body. Trunks, trying desperately not to awake the sleeping beauty by his side, attempted to move one of his arms.
"What the?" he slowly proclaimed when he realized that he couldn't move his arm. It seemed as though Trunks had wrapped himself up as a human burrito through the night, making it nearly impossible for him to move. He struggled with the blankets, and after, with some grunts and groans. But all he was able to accomplish in this mad rush for freedom, was pushing Pan off of the bed. Oops!
Startled awake by the sudden reality that she's now on the floor, Pan yawned and stretched her lithe form. She couldn't fight the fit of giggles that erupted from her mouth when she heard Trunks's continued struggle with his bodyguard of covers. Then, without any warning, she noticed Trunks on the edge of the bed; slowly, sort of dream-like, begin to roll off.
THUD!
Unfortunately, Pan's reflexes were too slow, and ended up as becoming Trunks's personal pillow. Pan began to blush as she felt something.hard against her body. "Um, Trunks, I didn't know you were THAT happy to see me?" Pan chided softly.
Trunks slowly rolled off of her, then, with a mischievous grin, held his head up with one hand and pretended to be puffing a cigarette, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Fits of laughter erupted as Pan and Trunks helped each other up.
Unexpectedly, Trunks's bedroom door flew open and there stood a worried Bulma with a frown on her face. However, Bulma's frown quickly turned right side up, into a bright smile as she clasped her hands together, "Oh goody!"
Trunks and Pan stood there, holding each other with confused looks on their faces, "'Oh goody' what?" Trunks asked, slightly worried as to what his mother might be thinking.
"Am I going to have some grandchildren soon?" Bulma asked, jumping up and down in her typical Bulma joyfulness.
Pan and Trunks's mouths drop to the floor as Trunks managed an irritated, "Mom!"
Bulma, however, didn't lose her smile as she leaned against the door jam, "Then explain to me why you're both in your underwear, holding each other so intimately? You know I wasn't born yesterday!"
Trunks looked to Pan, just now realizing that she really wasn't supposed to be in there. While, when they were younger, no one had thought any different of the same situation, but as they grew older, it became more intimate.
Pan smiled as she said quietly, "I had another dream about Dad's funeral, only this time, the android was there, and she was laughing at his misfortune. Then, she grabbed Dad's dead body from the coffin and used him like a rag doll toy. It was so horrible! I was so afraid when I awoke, that I crawled into bed with Trunks." Pan wavered a bit as she spoke, "I feel safe when I'm near you, Trunks."
Bulma came towards Pan and embraced her in a tight hug, "Don't worry sweetie, It was only a dream, a nightmare at that." Bulma then stepped back and smiled her worried smile, "Trunks, hurry dear, tomorrow we use the time machine, so we have tons of work to finish today."
Trunks nodded his head as his mother left his room. Trunks and Pan looked at each other's feet in a moment of awkward silence. That is of course, until Pan looked up to Trunks and spoke, "Well, um, I'll see you in a while."
"Yeah." Trunks replied, scratching the back of his head - Son style.
"Okay." Pan said, then reflexively lifted up and planted a quick kiss on Trunk's unexpected lips. "Bye!" She said as she innocently exited the room.
Trunks stood in shock, as the sensations of Pan's kiss remained to tingle upon his lips. Why had she kissed him? Trunks really wanted to know. Maybe it was just nothing, maybe it was just a sisterly kiss on his lips; a sort of thanks for not thinking anything more of her sneaking into his room. Trunks chose not to ponder on her actions, it was just a sisterly kiss. Nothing less, and nothing more.
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The day wore on slowly as Trunks worked on the last remaining bugs in the time machine with his mother. He was exhausted by the time dinner came around; fixing himself a quick sandwich, Trunks headed to his room to rest and think on what he needed to get done when he would met up with the legendary Goku and Z fighters.
Sitting on his bed, Trunks let his memories reel back to this morning's situation and the innocent kiss Pan had given him. Trunks was emotionally confused, he felt curiosity, fear, and a small hint of arousal, all because of that one simple kiss. Angry with himself, Trunks figured a hot shower would relax his tense nerves.
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Also on her bed, Pan sat in her room, trying to figure out almost the same thing as Trunks. Why had she kissed him? Did he like it; was he upset because she had? "Ahh!" Pan exclaimed, "What's wrong with me?! I'll just go and tell him it meant..nothing? NO! I'll tell him..shit, I'll tell him I want him to stay!" Pan shook her head in frustration; "I'll just go into his room and see how he reacts to seeing me. Then I'll know." Secretly Pan hoped Trunks would kiss her in return and maybe? "NO!" Pan said with a smile, "He isn't like that."
**~~**~~**
Trunks stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes down cast, hoping his and his mother's plan worked. Taking a deep breath, Trunks stepped into his a- joined room, only to see Pan's small figure sitting on his bed, innocently clutching his worn C.C. Jacket in her arms.
Trunks allowed his eyes to wander over the sight before him. Pan sat still, her shoulder length hair let down and curling softly against her pale checks. She only clothing a flimsy cream nightgown that highlighted her feminine curves. Trunks could see.more than he needed to see! Trunks mentally slapped himself as his eyes continued to stare at the rosy tips he could barely see beneath her gown.
"Uh, Pan? Is there, um, something you needed?" Trunks wanted to slap himself.... again! He sounded so ridiculous?! But he couldn't help himself, not with Pan looking the way she did.
Pan looked up, sadness decorating her delicate face. A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she softly pleaded, "Trunks, please don't go."
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Ahhh, a cliffhanger! I love these things, makes people come back for more!!! Hehe, I so evil!!
What will happen next...pillows and good-byes?
A/N: Sorry for the mix up, in the prologue Pan is 6 and Trunks is 8. And just to clue you people in on something, Pan, Videl, and ChiChi, all moved in with Bulma and Trunks. This chap. takes place 10 years later, causing Pan to be 16 and Trunks to be 18.
I wrote this story on a whim, as I do most things.
And now, on with the show!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't Go
Ten long years have passed since the fateful war that was waged against the androids. Though Gohan was able to destroy the android menace named 17, he was unsuccessful with the death of the she demon, 18. She had proven herself to be to great an adversary, thus costing Gohan his life.
And now, in the darkest of times, a young man will take a stand against the evil android. (A/N: Forged in the heat of battle.sorry, watching Xena: Worrier princess right now. Hehe!) He has watched far too many of his friends and loved ones parish under her evil hands. His plan: travel to the past and worn the Z fighters of the dangers that await them in their not-to-far future. And an agenda of his own, see if Goku is as powerful as his mother's stories have portrayed him to be.
~~**~~**~~
The early morning sun casted it's golden rays of light upon the newly formed dew, creating a false sense of peace and security. At the battered Capsule Corp. building, Trunks slowly awoke to find an unexpected surprise: Pan was lying next to him? Her petite form was wrapped against Trunks' hard muscular body. Trunks, trying desperately not to awake the sleeping beauty by his side, attempted to move one of his arms.
"What the?" he slowly proclaimed when he realized that he couldn't move his arm. It seemed as though Trunks had wrapped himself up as a human burrito through the night, making it nearly impossible for him to move. He struggled with the blankets, and after, with some grunts and groans. But all he was able to accomplish in this mad rush for freedom, was pushing Pan off of the bed. Oops!
Startled awake by the sudden reality that she's now on the floor, Pan yawned and stretched her lithe form. She couldn't fight the fit of giggles that erupted from her mouth when she heard Trunks's continued struggle with his bodyguard of covers. Then, without any warning, she noticed Trunks on the edge of the bed; slowly, sort of dream-like, begin to roll off.
THUD!
Unfortunately, Pan's reflexes were too slow, and ended up as becoming Trunks's personal pillow. Pan began to blush as she felt something.hard against her body. "Um, Trunks, I didn't know you were THAT happy to see me?" Pan chided softly.
Trunks slowly rolled off of her, then, with a mischievous grin, held his head up with one hand and pretended to be puffing a cigarette, "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Fits of laughter erupted as Pan and Trunks helped each other up.
Unexpectedly, Trunks's bedroom door flew open and there stood a worried Bulma with a frown on her face. However, Bulma's frown quickly turned right side up, into a bright smile as she clasped her hands together, "Oh goody!"
Trunks and Pan stood there, holding each other with confused looks on their faces, "'Oh goody' what?" Trunks asked, slightly worried as to what his mother might be thinking.
"Am I going to have some grandchildren soon?" Bulma asked, jumping up and down in her typical Bulma joyfulness.
Pan and Trunks's mouths drop to the floor as Trunks managed an irritated, "Mom!"
Bulma, however, didn't lose her smile as she leaned against the door jam, "Then explain to me why you're both in your underwear, holding each other so intimately? You know I wasn't born yesterday!"
Trunks looked to Pan, just now realizing that she really wasn't supposed to be in there. While, when they were younger, no one had thought any different of the same situation, but as they grew older, it became more intimate.
Pan smiled as she said quietly, "I had another dream about Dad's funeral, only this time, the android was there, and she was laughing at his misfortune. Then, she grabbed Dad's dead body from the coffin and used him like a rag doll toy. It was so horrible! I was so afraid when I awoke, that I crawled into bed with Trunks." Pan wavered a bit as she spoke, "I feel safe when I'm near you, Trunks."
Bulma came towards Pan and embraced her in a tight hug, "Don't worry sweetie, It was only a dream, a nightmare at that." Bulma then stepped back and smiled her worried smile, "Trunks, hurry dear, tomorrow we use the time machine, so we have tons of work to finish today."
Trunks nodded his head as his mother left his room. Trunks and Pan looked at each other's feet in a moment of awkward silence. That is of course, until Pan looked up to Trunks and spoke, "Well, um, I'll see you in a while."
"Yeah." Trunks replied, scratching the back of his head - Son style.
"Okay." Pan said, then reflexively lifted up and planted a quick kiss on Trunk's unexpected lips. "Bye!" She said as she innocently exited the room.
Trunks stood in shock, as the sensations of Pan's kiss remained to tingle upon his lips. Why had she kissed him? Trunks really wanted to know. Maybe it was just nothing, maybe it was just a sisterly kiss on his lips; a sort of thanks for not thinking anything more of her sneaking into his room. Trunks chose not to ponder on her actions, it was just a sisterly kiss. Nothing less, and nothing more.
~~**~~**~~
The day wore on slowly as Trunks worked on the last remaining bugs in the time machine with his mother. He was exhausted by the time dinner came around; fixing himself a quick sandwich, Trunks headed to his room to rest and think on what he needed to get done when he would met up with the legendary Goku and Z fighters.
Sitting on his bed, Trunks let his memories reel back to this morning's situation and the innocent kiss Pan had given him. Trunks was emotionally confused, he felt curiosity, fear, and a small hint of arousal, all because of that one simple kiss. Angry with himself, Trunks figured a hot shower would relax his tense nerves.
**~~**~~**
Also on her bed, Pan sat in her room, trying to figure out almost the same thing as Trunks. Why had she kissed him? Did he like it; was he upset because she had? "Ahh!" Pan exclaimed, "What's wrong with me?! I'll just go and tell him it meant..nothing? NO! I'll tell him..shit, I'll tell him I want him to stay!" Pan shook her head in frustration; "I'll just go into his room and see how he reacts to seeing me. Then I'll know." Secretly Pan hoped Trunks would kiss her in return and maybe? "NO!" Pan said with a smile, "He isn't like that."
**~~**~~**
Trunks stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes down cast, hoping his and his mother's plan worked. Taking a deep breath, Trunks stepped into his a- joined room, only to see Pan's small figure sitting on his bed, innocently clutching his worn C.C. Jacket in her arms.
Trunks allowed his eyes to wander over the sight before him. Pan sat still, her shoulder length hair let down and curling softly against her pale checks. She only clothing a flimsy cream nightgown that highlighted her feminine curves. Trunks could see.more than he needed to see! Trunks mentally slapped himself as his eyes continued to stare at the rosy tips he could barely see beneath her gown.
"Uh, Pan? Is there, um, something you needed?" Trunks wanted to slap himself.... again! He sounded so ridiculous?! But he couldn't help himself, not with Pan looking the way she did.
Pan looked up, sadness decorating her delicate face. A small tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she softly pleaded, "Trunks, please don't go."
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Ahhh, a cliffhanger! I love these things, makes people come back for more!!! Hehe, I so evil!!
What will happen next...pillows and good-byes?