A/N: I'm happier today! Anyways, here's the next chapter considering
I don't have much to say today! Here ya go! Just a reminder: I guess I had
never really finished chapter 1 and nobody asked me if it was really
finished, but I did go and finish the chapter. Please take the time to read
it, it might explain some of the story. Thanks!
Disclaimer: You wanna know what I'd do without you people on my back? Well, read the next chapter's disclaimer!
After a week of secretly meeting, Pan and Trunks made a slip up. They had been out on a wonderful date and were planning on a wonderful night to follow, but they went to Pan's appartment. She had slipped into a deep sleep afterwards, as did Trunks and they hadn't awoken early. By pure unluckiness, Gohan and Videl had decided to pay a visit the next morning. The two lovers had been awoken by a horrified scream from Videl and an outraged yell from Gohan. Pan had opened her sleepy eyes and immeadiately jumped from the bed with her white sheets billowing around her.
Gohan's eyes flashed as he yelled at the couple, "Trunks get the fuck out of here and Pan, I forbid you to see him ever again! As a matter of fact, you'll be living under full watch! Get out!"
Trunks stared at the man, until what he had said finally sunk in. He got out of the bed, earning a blush from Videl and Pan, put on his pant and his shirt. He jumped out of the window, blowing a kiss to Pan. She didn't blow him a kiss back, after all, Gohan was standing next to her. She started to cry, but pushed the tears back down, only the ones that had escaped were racing down her cheeks, burning her flesh with the fury she held towards her dad, but he would never notice that. She was his "little girl" and he didn't want her getting hurt, but he didn't realize he was the one hurting her. She trudged into the bathroom and pulled on a pair of skimpy shorts and a tank top that revealed her six pack. Gohan awaited her outside with a man. Who was he? And why was he here? How did he get here so fast?
These questions were answered quickly, "Here's your new body guard. He's been trained by the Shing Warriors."
Atleast she knew her dad wouldn't lie, but why did she need a body guard that was as fast as this man. These warriors were said to be the best fighters in the world. She frowned at the man and he scowled at her. Maybe I could beat him up. Pan thought and was met with harsh words from her father.
"Stop sizing him up, he could probably defeat you in two blows. So give it up. This man will stick to you like glue. He'll go every where with you," She gave Gohan a funny look, "No, Pan. He won't go into the bathroom with you, but he will stand right outside. Have fun." He growled as he stepped out the bedroom door, grabbing his wife in the process.
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It had been 2 months since Pan's grounding. She was pacing the room, her fury overwhelming, her love growing.
"How can he do this?" She yelled at nobody, forgetting the Shing Warrior, Falcon.
"Easy, he has money." The man said, laughing.
"Shut up, Tian!" Pan yelled again, her temper rising.
Pan walked out of the room and down into the kitchen, hoping that for once Tian wouldn't follow her this time, but that wouldn't happen. She turned towards the fridge, noticing Tiam out of the corner of her eye, and opened one of the large doors, pulled out a frozen dinner and shut the door once more. The microwave door was open, she popped the tray into the microwave and typed in a time and pushed start.
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Trunks looked from his window into the dreary dark. It had been like this since that dreadful day. Did she feel the same? Or was he just wasting his feelings? She's probably found another man and forgotten all about me!
I seriously doubt that. She's sitting in her apartment alone, crying. A small dog said from beside him.
He stared at the dog and shook his head. "No I didn't hear anything."
Actually, you did. My name is Boxer.
Trunks continued to stare at the animal, ontinually shaking his head, "Why are you here? And how did you get in?"
The door was open and I was sent here.
"By who?"
That, I can't tell you.
"Whatever. Are you hungry?"
Indeed, I am. Might you have a bone?
Trunks nodded his head and lifted up the dog, he laughed. "A girl dog? Why a girl?" Boxer was opening his mouth to reply when Trunks stopped him, "Nevermind. Follow me."
He plodded down the stairs and into the kitchen with Boxer right behind him. He opened the freezer and pulled out a large steak, tearing off the wrapper and heating up the food with his ki. The steak landed on the floor infront of Boxer as Trunks tossed it. Trunks left the room, allowing Boxer to eat her steak. He trudged into the livingroom and turned on his large t.v. set, but he soon became restless and exited the house with Boxer following. Boxer didn't bother Trunks, he didn't seem to really be there, but off in his own world. They continued to walk.
Later, Trunks stopped at an area as Boxer bumped his leg. He looked at the dog and ruffled her ears then looked at his surroundings, he was on the large bridge between his apartment and Pan's. He laughed as he remembered the few times they had spent on this bridge, kissing as cars drove by, shining their lights on them and honking their horns. He looked up as he heard heels clanking on the concrete, it was her. Or was it? The image seemed fake to him, but........ he had a slight hope it was her.
She continued to walk towards him, it seemed the person was disappearing in the fog. It hadn't been her. He felt a small hand slip into his and wrap frail, yet, strong arms around his body. His arms automatically wrapped around the petite form. He turned his head down to meet the woman's eyes. Indeed, it was her. She stared into his eyes, finally making a bold move and leaning towards his face, kissed him. He relaxed in her kiss. It seemed so comforting. How could a kiss be comforting? He wondered as she pulled away.
"Hi." She said as they broke away.
Her voice seemed sad, "Pan, I need to say something."
"Okay." She said, her delicate voice barely being heard.
They seemed to be seperated by an invisible shield, barely able to see eachother. He wanted to tell her all about the past 2 months, but he knew that wasn't what he wanted to tell her. It was much more deep than that.
"Pan, every night I fall asleep quickly from the tears and I dream that I'm still awake and your laying in my arms, safe from the world around us. And so my sleep is a peaceful place, but as I wake every morning," He paused, looking deep into her eyes and seeing the hurt as he poured out the details, "...Your never there. I'm always lieing by myself, with only a small picture of you to stare out as I sit on my bed for the day, scarcely eating."
She started to cry and he gave her a tight squeeze. Pan only seemed to see him, it wasn't like before when they would laugh at the young teenagers who honked in delight. This wasn't a happy moment for them to treasure forever. It was a time that tested their love. COuld they really defeat this unseen force? Or would they lose eachother forever.
She peered at him through glossy eyes as her voice came out unsteadily, "Trunks, I, too, have dreams, but not of you."
He looked at her as he felt tears welling into his eyes, how could she do this? Maybe he was right in his earlier thoughts.
"I guess I can't really say that my dreams are.........dreams. They're more like horrible nightmares. Beyond belief. Without you near me, I can't seem to see anything worth living for. I dream of dying, killed by a short dagger strapped onto a man's waiste. As he sleeps, every night, I pull out that dagger and stab my heart 20 times. One for every year I've been without you. And then, I lie on my bed as I watch my blood poor onto my quilt and off the bed, soaking into the carpet, but I'm not in my body. Instead, I float above my body watching as my parents come in horrified. Then, time seems to race ahead to a funeral, everyone I know and love is surrounding me, but you. You, you, too, are in a coffin, being buried next to me. I notice your dead. I hear murmurs saying you had stabbed yourself in the heart 21 times. Nobody knows why, but they say they find it weird that you should die the same way as me, just an hour later on New Years. It seems strange. I hear it be repeated over and over again and I fly off to escape the voices, but they follow me. My decision is to find you, in hopes that I might see your shining face, but I can't find you anywhere. Noone has seen you. Then, I awake in a cold sweat and your still not there." Pan finished as she stared into Trunks' eyes, hers seemingly cold and unknown to him.
Her story shocked him, it wasn't really about her physically killing herself, she knows what can happen. She knew their fate, but how? She meant they would never see eachother again and die emotionally, but why was she to die first and with more pain?
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A/N: I'm ending it here. Yes, I know it wasn't very long. Not even 3 pages, but I figured that was a good ending. If you don't understand what Trunks meant at the end, you probably don't. I'll explain some of it. If you want a bigger detail tell me and I'll e-mail it to you. (Make sure to leave an e-mail, though) Pan had a harder death because she was only stabbed 20 times, making it take a longer time than Trunks who stabbed himslef 21 times. Then, Trunks didn't die until a new year, but in any case he had died. They might not really be buried next to eachother, but they died for eachother. Then, Pan would never see Trunks again, so simbolizing her not being able to find him. I don't know if that helps, but sorry! Ask me any questions you have. I'm not sure I can help you understand. Sorry! In any case, now y'all know what happens when Gohan finds out. Please, please review!
Forgotten Beauty
Disclaimer: You wanna know what I'd do without you people on my back? Well, read the next chapter's disclaimer!
After a week of secretly meeting, Pan and Trunks made a slip up. They had been out on a wonderful date and were planning on a wonderful night to follow, but they went to Pan's appartment. She had slipped into a deep sleep afterwards, as did Trunks and they hadn't awoken early. By pure unluckiness, Gohan and Videl had decided to pay a visit the next morning. The two lovers had been awoken by a horrified scream from Videl and an outraged yell from Gohan. Pan had opened her sleepy eyes and immeadiately jumped from the bed with her white sheets billowing around her.
Gohan's eyes flashed as he yelled at the couple, "Trunks get the fuck out of here and Pan, I forbid you to see him ever again! As a matter of fact, you'll be living under full watch! Get out!"
Trunks stared at the man, until what he had said finally sunk in. He got out of the bed, earning a blush from Videl and Pan, put on his pant and his shirt. He jumped out of the window, blowing a kiss to Pan. She didn't blow him a kiss back, after all, Gohan was standing next to her. She started to cry, but pushed the tears back down, only the ones that had escaped were racing down her cheeks, burning her flesh with the fury she held towards her dad, but he would never notice that. She was his "little girl" and he didn't want her getting hurt, but he didn't realize he was the one hurting her. She trudged into the bathroom and pulled on a pair of skimpy shorts and a tank top that revealed her six pack. Gohan awaited her outside with a man. Who was he? And why was he here? How did he get here so fast?
These questions were answered quickly, "Here's your new body guard. He's been trained by the Shing Warriors."
Atleast she knew her dad wouldn't lie, but why did she need a body guard that was as fast as this man. These warriors were said to be the best fighters in the world. She frowned at the man and he scowled at her. Maybe I could beat him up. Pan thought and was met with harsh words from her father.
"Stop sizing him up, he could probably defeat you in two blows. So give it up. This man will stick to you like glue. He'll go every where with you," She gave Gohan a funny look, "No, Pan. He won't go into the bathroom with you, but he will stand right outside. Have fun." He growled as he stepped out the bedroom door, grabbing his wife in the process.
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It had been 2 months since Pan's grounding. She was pacing the room, her fury overwhelming, her love growing.
"How can he do this?" She yelled at nobody, forgetting the Shing Warrior, Falcon.
"Easy, he has money." The man said, laughing.
"Shut up, Tian!" Pan yelled again, her temper rising.
Pan walked out of the room and down into the kitchen, hoping that for once Tian wouldn't follow her this time, but that wouldn't happen. She turned towards the fridge, noticing Tiam out of the corner of her eye, and opened one of the large doors, pulled out a frozen dinner and shut the door once more. The microwave door was open, she popped the tray into the microwave and typed in a time and pushed start.
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Trunks looked from his window into the dreary dark. It had been like this since that dreadful day. Did she feel the same? Or was he just wasting his feelings? She's probably found another man and forgotten all about me!
I seriously doubt that. She's sitting in her apartment alone, crying. A small dog said from beside him.
He stared at the dog and shook his head. "No I didn't hear anything."
Actually, you did. My name is Boxer.
Trunks continued to stare at the animal, ontinually shaking his head, "Why are you here? And how did you get in?"
The door was open and I was sent here.
"By who?"
That, I can't tell you.
"Whatever. Are you hungry?"
Indeed, I am. Might you have a bone?
Trunks nodded his head and lifted up the dog, he laughed. "A girl dog? Why a girl?" Boxer was opening his mouth to reply when Trunks stopped him, "Nevermind. Follow me."
He plodded down the stairs and into the kitchen with Boxer right behind him. He opened the freezer and pulled out a large steak, tearing off the wrapper and heating up the food with his ki. The steak landed on the floor infront of Boxer as Trunks tossed it. Trunks left the room, allowing Boxer to eat her steak. He trudged into the livingroom and turned on his large t.v. set, but he soon became restless and exited the house with Boxer following. Boxer didn't bother Trunks, he didn't seem to really be there, but off in his own world. They continued to walk.
Later, Trunks stopped at an area as Boxer bumped his leg. He looked at the dog and ruffled her ears then looked at his surroundings, he was on the large bridge between his apartment and Pan's. He laughed as he remembered the few times they had spent on this bridge, kissing as cars drove by, shining their lights on them and honking their horns. He looked up as he heard heels clanking on the concrete, it was her. Or was it? The image seemed fake to him, but........ he had a slight hope it was her.
She continued to walk towards him, it seemed the person was disappearing in the fog. It hadn't been her. He felt a small hand slip into his and wrap frail, yet, strong arms around his body. His arms automatically wrapped around the petite form. He turned his head down to meet the woman's eyes. Indeed, it was her. She stared into his eyes, finally making a bold move and leaning towards his face, kissed him. He relaxed in her kiss. It seemed so comforting. How could a kiss be comforting? He wondered as she pulled away.
"Hi." She said as they broke away.
Her voice seemed sad, "Pan, I need to say something."
"Okay." She said, her delicate voice barely being heard.
They seemed to be seperated by an invisible shield, barely able to see eachother. He wanted to tell her all about the past 2 months, but he knew that wasn't what he wanted to tell her. It was much more deep than that.
"Pan, every night I fall asleep quickly from the tears and I dream that I'm still awake and your laying in my arms, safe from the world around us. And so my sleep is a peaceful place, but as I wake every morning," He paused, looking deep into her eyes and seeing the hurt as he poured out the details, "...Your never there. I'm always lieing by myself, with only a small picture of you to stare out as I sit on my bed for the day, scarcely eating."
She started to cry and he gave her a tight squeeze. Pan only seemed to see him, it wasn't like before when they would laugh at the young teenagers who honked in delight. This wasn't a happy moment for them to treasure forever. It was a time that tested their love. COuld they really defeat this unseen force? Or would they lose eachother forever.
She peered at him through glossy eyes as her voice came out unsteadily, "Trunks, I, too, have dreams, but not of you."
He looked at her as he felt tears welling into his eyes, how could she do this? Maybe he was right in his earlier thoughts.
"I guess I can't really say that my dreams are.........dreams. They're more like horrible nightmares. Beyond belief. Without you near me, I can't seem to see anything worth living for. I dream of dying, killed by a short dagger strapped onto a man's waiste. As he sleeps, every night, I pull out that dagger and stab my heart 20 times. One for every year I've been without you. And then, I lie on my bed as I watch my blood poor onto my quilt and off the bed, soaking into the carpet, but I'm not in my body. Instead, I float above my body watching as my parents come in horrified. Then, time seems to race ahead to a funeral, everyone I know and love is surrounding me, but you. You, you, too, are in a coffin, being buried next to me. I notice your dead. I hear murmurs saying you had stabbed yourself in the heart 21 times. Nobody knows why, but they say they find it weird that you should die the same way as me, just an hour later on New Years. It seems strange. I hear it be repeated over and over again and I fly off to escape the voices, but they follow me. My decision is to find you, in hopes that I might see your shining face, but I can't find you anywhere. Noone has seen you. Then, I awake in a cold sweat and your still not there." Pan finished as she stared into Trunks' eyes, hers seemingly cold and unknown to him.
Her story shocked him, it wasn't really about her physically killing herself, she knows what can happen. She knew their fate, but how? She meant they would never see eachother again and die emotionally, but why was she to die first and with more pain?
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A/N: I'm ending it here. Yes, I know it wasn't very long. Not even 3 pages, but I figured that was a good ending. If you don't understand what Trunks meant at the end, you probably don't. I'll explain some of it. If you want a bigger detail tell me and I'll e-mail it to you. (Make sure to leave an e-mail, though) Pan had a harder death because she was only stabbed 20 times, making it take a longer time than Trunks who stabbed himslef 21 times. Then, Trunks didn't die until a new year, but in any case he had died. They might not really be buried next to eachother, but they died for eachother. Then, Pan would never see Trunks again, so simbolizing her not being able to find him. I don't know if that helps, but sorry! Ask me any questions you have. I'm not sure I can help you understand. Sorry! In any case, now y'all know what happens when Gohan finds out. Please, please review!
Forgotten Beauty