Disclaimer: Must I again tell you people that I do not, nor will I ever,
own DB/Z/GT? Well, then, if I must, I must. I don't own. HOWEVER, if
they would be so kind as to sell the guys of DBZ and GT, I would be very
much obliged to buy.
A/N: I know people don't like to read these things and all: *smiles wickedly* I used to be one of them. Hehe..ssshhh, don't tell no one!! Anyways, since I suffer from lazyism and suckyjobism and all, my chapters will be kninda on the short side. For those of you who don't like short chapters, I hope you don't mind.
Me no kan spel goood, so me real-e sor-e for mis speled words.
And now, on with the story.
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Pillows and Goodbyes
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."
Trunks stared at Pan, surprised by her comment, "Pan, I have to go! We need to try to stop those androids. So that maybe, just maybe, we'll have a future." Trunks coldly spoke.
"But what if you can't stop them!? What if something happens and you can't come back!? What if you're too late to give Goku the antidote!? Damn it Trunks! What if you DON'T come back!?" Pan practically screamed her fear for him dying.
Trunks could only shake his head in disapproval, "Pan we have to at least try! It's better to do something, than sitting here and do nothing."
"Yeah, but." Pan started. So many questions were running through her head. Why did things have to be this way, why did Trunks have to go alone?
"But what Pan? You want us to wait here till that android bitch comes and kills us all, one-by-one. NO! I will not stand for that, I've seen far too many die by her hand. I've had enough, I'm going and that's that." Trunks was pretty heated by the time he had finished his little speech.
Pan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wailed up with tears. She knew why he had to go; she understood that their lives were at stake if he didn't. But she just couldn't get over the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something bad was going to happen, she just knew it.
Trunks crossed the room to stand before Pan; he watched as her tightly wounded emotions flashed across her face. What was wrong with him? This was Pan, his childhood friend, his best friend, and he was talking to her like she was a child, that she didn't understand what this mission meant to everyone's lives.
"I'm sorry Pan. I just get so wound up when it comes to everyone's well being. I feel as if the safety of mankind is resting on my shoulders." Trunks said, speaking softly.
Pan looked up into his deep aqua eyes and smiled, "That's alright, but." Silently Pan grabbed a pillow sitting behind her and quickly chucked it towards Trunks's face, ".but." She stopped again as she watched Trunks' towel, as if in slow motion, plummet to the awaiting carpet.
Trunks was listening intently to Pan's apology when "TWAT." He felt a pillow attack his face. "Hey!" was all he got out when he suddenly felt his towel slip from its tight grasp around his waist. Then, a slight breeze tickled certain areas of his masculine anatomy that really shouldn't be tickled by wind.
Pan's mouth dropped open as she caught a quick peek of Trunk's parts before she managed to turn the other way, and duck into the remaining pillows.
Trunks grabbed the towel from the floor and wrapped it back into its rightful place. He glanced around till he spotted his.boxers (A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I could have used a different word than "boxers." I'll save that one for later!). He slipped them on under his towel. And when he was properly covered, proceeded to grab the pillow from the floor and creep up on Pan.
With a loud "SWAT," Trunks nailed Pan on her pert little bottom, causing her to squeak and jump to the other side of the bed. Pan grabbed the closet pillow next to her, and shortly after, an all out pillow war broke out. A pillow went twirling here, another zooming there. Ending only when Trunks' pillow exploded, sending millions of feathers into the air. Trunks, now unarmed, leapt up at Pan, and easily pinned her against the floor. Once she couldn't move, Trunks ravaged her body with tickles, causing Pan to laugh and scream for mercy. Kicking and squirming the best she could, she tried desperately to get away from Trunks' viscous attack.
Trunks decided it was time that he stop and let her go, only because Pan had begun to cry tears of humor, and had threatened him with the most extremely graphic things that she could think of. The two were both laughing so hard, that they laid next to each other shaking as the euphoria wore off.
Trunks got up onto his side, supporting his head with his hand. Gazing upon Pan, Trunks smiled at the rosy, humor induced, blush across her cheeks. Lighting up the dark pools of her eyes, making them appear as two black pearls against the blush of coral.
Trunks felt the peacefulness and stillness of Pans ki; it soothed what angry thoughts that plagued his mind. Trunks was enraptured by Pan's simple beauty, that without a single thought, he captured her delicate lips in a soft kiss.
Pan was taken aback by surprise as she felt the warm pressure of Trunks' lips against her own. Then, as he pulled away, Pan smiled shyly. She reached up a touched on of Trunks' cheeks; she traced the outline of his cheekbone with a gentle interest. "Trunks, I." Pan started whispering.
"Shhh." Trunks said, softly placing his fingers against her lips, then bending down on his own and kissed her again, but this time a bit more deeply. His tongue tapped lightly against her lips, begging to be allowed in. Pan let it in, and carefully touched his tongue with her own, causing a spark of arousal to shoot through her body.
Trunks was resting half on top of her body, with one hand holding up his head, and the other petting her soft strands of black silk. Her hair rippled throughout his fingers as he moved it between them.
Pan moaned inwardly, she wanted more than just kissing. She arched her body upwards against Trunks, as he once again moved away from her.
Trunks had to stop this before it went to far. Now was not the time for them to make love. Sadly, he thought to himself, he needed his mind on more important things. Not the silky smoothness of her hair, the warmth of her body, and her eyes; the eyes that seemed to be able to see into his very soul.
"Pan, we need to stop." Trunks said hoarsely, "Today is not the day for this."
Pan sighed; her body still ached for his touch. "Okay."
Trunks stood up, and then helped Pan stand next to him. A sudden thought came to his mind, "Pan, will you stay with me tonight? NO sex, just us, lying together in sleep."
Pan smiled, her aching heart eased a bit with Trunks words, "Yeah."
That night, Trunks and Pan forgot all about the horrors around them. They forgot the tragedy in their lives, they forgot, yet still knew in the back of their minds, that Trunks was leaving with the sun up. They slept intertwined around each other, savoring in touches, each others warmth, and the love they both felt take seed and begin to blossom.
Morning came, and with it, Trunks' farewell to his friends and family. Everyone wished him luck, and his mother had even scribbled the word "HOPE!" on the time machine. Yet, with all of the happy faces, only one remained to capture Trunks' attention. Pan stood behind everyone, her eyes down cast and tearful. Trunks slowly made his way to her, he lifted her chin and said, "I love you, Pan. I will return back to you." Tenderly Trunks hugged her and placed a kiss on her lips. But his time was waning short, and he had to pull away from her.
Pan held on to him tightly, not really sure to let him go, as a sparkle lit up her eyes, "Kick some android butt for me!"
With a smile and a final farewell, Trunks leapt into the time machine and left for the past. Hoping only that the path ahead of him would lead everyone into salvation.
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Ohhh! How sweet, I'm so good, j/k. Now then, what will happen next? Can't wait, well, neither can I! And what's this about "Good-bye ChiChi?"
A/N: I would like to thank my dear sister, with out her, this story would still be only about a sentence long, and probably be really boring. Thank you soo soo much
And lets not forget my reviewers. Without you guys, I don't believe I would even bother with this story. Thank you so much for reviewing. Oh, and if you have any comments about this whole story, be sure to fill me in.
Now then, for all you other people who have denied me of reviews, I beg of you, please, PLEASE review. I'm not scared of flames neither, infact, I pretty much welcome them... only if their not dumb, like "your story sucks!" Yeah, those make me mad. If people don't like the story, then why the hell do they read them? People do have brains nowadays, don't they? Anyway, thank you, and have a great day.
Inca
A/N: I know people don't like to read these things and all: *smiles wickedly* I used to be one of them. Hehe..ssshhh, don't tell no one!! Anyways, since I suffer from lazyism and suckyjobism and all, my chapters will be kninda on the short side. For those of you who don't like short chapters, I hope you don't mind.
Me no kan spel goood, so me real-e sor-e for mis speled words.
And now, on with the story.
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Pillows and Goodbyes
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."
Trunks stared at Pan, surprised by her comment, "Pan, I have to go! We need to try to stop those androids. So that maybe, just maybe, we'll have a future." Trunks coldly spoke.
"But what if you can't stop them!? What if something happens and you can't come back!? What if you're too late to give Goku the antidote!? Damn it Trunks! What if you DON'T come back!?" Pan practically screamed her fear for him dying.
Trunks could only shake his head in disapproval, "Pan we have to at least try! It's better to do something, than sitting here and do nothing."
"Yeah, but." Pan started. So many questions were running through her head. Why did things have to be this way, why did Trunks have to go alone?
"But what Pan? You want us to wait here till that android bitch comes and kills us all, one-by-one. NO! I will not stand for that, I've seen far too many die by her hand. I've had enough, I'm going and that's that." Trunks was pretty heated by the time he had finished his little speech.
Pan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes wailed up with tears. She knew why he had to go; she understood that their lives were at stake if he didn't. But she just couldn't get over the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something bad was going to happen, she just knew it.
Trunks crossed the room to stand before Pan; he watched as her tightly wounded emotions flashed across her face. What was wrong with him? This was Pan, his childhood friend, his best friend, and he was talking to her like she was a child, that she didn't understand what this mission meant to everyone's lives.
"I'm sorry Pan. I just get so wound up when it comes to everyone's well being. I feel as if the safety of mankind is resting on my shoulders." Trunks said, speaking softly.
Pan looked up into his deep aqua eyes and smiled, "That's alright, but." Silently Pan grabbed a pillow sitting behind her and quickly chucked it towards Trunks's face, ".but." She stopped again as she watched Trunks' towel, as if in slow motion, plummet to the awaiting carpet.
Trunks was listening intently to Pan's apology when "TWAT." He felt a pillow attack his face. "Hey!" was all he got out when he suddenly felt his towel slip from its tight grasp around his waist. Then, a slight breeze tickled certain areas of his masculine anatomy that really shouldn't be tickled by wind.
Pan's mouth dropped open as she caught a quick peek of Trunk's parts before she managed to turn the other way, and duck into the remaining pillows.
Trunks grabbed the towel from the floor and wrapped it back into its rightful place. He glanced around till he spotted his.boxers (A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I could have used a different word than "boxers." I'll save that one for later!). He slipped them on under his towel. And when he was properly covered, proceeded to grab the pillow from the floor and creep up on Pan.
With a loud "SWAT," Trunks nailed Pan on her pert little bottom, causing her to squeak and jump to the other side of the bed. Pan grabbed the closet pillow next to her, and shortly after, an all out pillow war broke out. A pillow went twirling here, another zooming there. Ending only when Trunks' pillow exploded, sending millions of feathers into the air. Trunks, now unarmed, leapt up at Pan, and easily pinned her against the floor. Once she couldn't move, Trunks ravaged her body with tickles, causing Pan to laugh and scream for mercy. Kicking and squirming the best she could, she tried desperately to get away from Trunks' viscous attack.
Trunks decided it was time that he stop and let her go, only because Pan had begun to cry tears of humor, and had threatened him with the most extremely graphic things that she could think of. The two were both laughing so hard, that they laid next to each other shaking as the euphoria wore off.
Trunks got up onto his side, supporting his head with his hand. Gazing upon Pan, Trunks smiled at the rosy, humor induced, blush across her cheeks. Lighting up the dark pools of her eyes, making them appear as two black pearls against the blush of coral.
Trunks felt the peacefulness and stillness of Pans ki; it soothed what angry thoughts that plagued his mind. Trunks was enraptured by Pan's simple beauty, that without a single thought, he captured her delicate lips in a soft kiss.
Pan was taken aback by surprise as she felt the warm pressure of Trunks' lips against her own. Then, as he pulled away, Pan smiled shyly. She reached up a touched on of Trunks' cheeks; she traced the outline of his cheekbone with a gentle interest. "Trunks, I." Pan started whispering.
"Shhh." Trunks said, softly placing his fingers against her lips, then bending down on his own and kissed her again, but this time a bit more deeply. His tongue tapped lightly against her lips, begging to be allowed in. Pan let it in, and carefully touched his tongue with her own, causing a spark of arousal to shoot through her body.
Trunks was resting half on top of her body, with one hand holding up his head, and the other petting her soft strands of black silk. Her hair rippled throughout his fingers as he moved it between them.
Pan moaned inwardly, she wanted more than just kissing. She arched her body upwards against Trunks, as he once again moved away from her.
Trunks had to stop this before it went to far. Now was not the time for them to make love. Sadly, he thought to himself, he needed his mind on more important things. Not the silky smoothness of her hair, the warmth of her body, and her eyes; the eyes that seemed to be able to see into his very soul.
"Pan, we need to stop." Trunks said hoarsely, "Today is not the day for this."
Pan sighed; her body still ached for his touch. "Okay."
Trunks stood up, and then helped Pan stand next to him. A sudden thought came to his mind, "Pan, will you stay with me tonight? NO sex, just us, lying together in sleep."
Pan smiled, her aching heart eased a bit with Trunks words, "Yeah."
That night, Trunks and Pan forgot all about the horrors around them. They forgot the tragedy in their lives, they forgot, yet still knew in the back of their minds, that Trunks was leaving with the sun up. They slept intertwined around each other, savoring in touches, each others warmth, and the love they both felt take seed and begin to blossom.
Morning came, and with it, Trunks' farewell to his friends and family. Everyone wished him luck, and his mother had even scribbled the word "HOPE!" on the time machine. Yet, with all of the happy faces, only one remained to capture Trunks' attention. Pan stood behind everyone, her eyes down cast and tearful. Trunks slowly made his way to her, he lifted her chin and said, "I love you, Pan. I will return back to you." Tenderly Trunks hugged her and placed a kiss on her lips. But his time was waning short, and he had to pull away from her.
Pan held on to him tightly, not really sure to let him go, as a sparkle lit up her eyes, "Kick some android butt for me!"
With a smile and a final farewell, Trunks leapt into the time machine and left for the past. Hoping only that the path ahead of him would lead everyone into salvation.
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Ohhh! How sweet, I'm so good, j/k. Now then, what will happen next? Can't wait, well, neither can I! And what's this about "Good-bye ChiChi?"
A/N: I would like to thank my dear sister, with out her, this story would still be only about a sentence long, and probably be really boring. Thank you soo soo much
And lets not forget my reviewers. Without you guys, I don't believe I would even bother with this story. Thank you so much for reviewing. Oh, and if you have any comments about this whole story, be sure to fill me in.
Now then, for all you other people who have denied me of reviews, I beg of you, please, PLEASE review. I'm not scared of flames neither, infact, I pretty much welcome them... only if their not dumb, like "your story sucks!" Yeah, those make me mad. If people don't like the story, then why the hell do they read them? People do have brains nowadays, don't they? Anyway, thank you, and have a great day.
Inca