A/N: Well, I haven't gotten the reviews that I wanted, but you see
I'm extremely bored and so I'm going to start writing this chapter.
Anyways, I told you the chapter would be juicy, and I'm hoping it will be.
Enjoy, my wonderful lil minions. Uhhh..... I guess you guys aren't really
that wonderful and you're not really minions, but..... oh well!!!
Discliamer: I thought about it and ..... oh fine ........ do I really have to? Bye!!!
Pan opened her eyes with a stiff yawn, turning one way and then the other, relieved by the popping of her back. She yawned once again and rose from the bed. Walking into her bathroom, she quickly stripped her clothes from her body and began to run water, stepping into the shower to immeadiately jump back out as she realized it hadn't had a suifficient amount of time to warm up. Sticking her hand into the running water, she relaxed as the heat caressed her skin as Trunks' lips once had. Pan was shocked by the memory. How had she remembered that? Something from so long ago. The water rushed over her body, rinsing the soap from her body, allowing her time to think.
Finally, Pan had to relinquish to the cold air that awaited her as she stepped from the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and raised her ki to dry herself. As she walked back into her room she dropped her towel and quickly pulled on her undergarments and then a pair of baggy pants and a loose t-shirt. She wasn't expecting anyone and so decided to be relaxed that day and be lazy. Her hair was a different story, she had no choice but to tame it, the strong brush thought didn't seem to be doing the job as it quickly snapped. Pan grumbled and reached into a drawer to pull out another hairbrush, succeeding in finishing her hair.
"Why doesn't my hair dry like the rest of my body when I use my ki?" She questioned the room surrounding her.
Her reflection stared back at her, giving no answer. HSe turned her back on it and stalked from the room. Into the t.v. room she walked, past the t.v. and into the kitchen. Smells of fresh food arose to meet her nose. Making her hunger skyrocket. What? She asked herself. Who was in here? Her question was soon answered as she Glanced around the small kitchen. Spotting the person who was cooking the food, she yelled in outrage.
The person turned around with a sheepish grin, "I guess I should have warned you."
He was laughing! Laughing! Wait, why did it matter that he was laughing? She guessed it didn't but that wasn't the point. What was he doing in her house and cooking the extra food Liam had brought back from ChiChi? She growled her frustration and decided, with little thought, that she would speak her fury aloud.
"What are you doing here?" She yelled at him, about to regret it.
"Pan, hear me out--"
"Hear you out? You are not welcome--"
"Pan! Shut up!" Pan shut up from her shock. "Pan, we had a dissagreement. I'm sorry for accusing you. I was wrong and I admit it. You seemingly had done nothing wrong. I hope you know how hard this is for me to admit I did something wrong. I've never done so in my life." Trunks took a deep breath, "I'm sure that you're mad at me and there's not much I can do about that except apologize. Can you forgive me?"
Pan was babbling. Her words were incoherent, she didn't even know what she was saying. Well, he couldn't possibly be lying. Trunks had never admitted to doing any wrongs in his life. He always had money to abck up his claims. Should she forgive him? Poo! Where was her father when she needed him? Well, this probably wasn't the right thing to ask him about, but..........! Gosh!
"I forgive you." Pan heard the words slip from her tongue, gaining a sweet smile on Trunks' handsome features.
"I'm glad." Trunks replied.
He slowly began to walk towards her with his arms open.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Pan said, "You're going to take this slow. I'm still mad at you."
Trunks laughed and turned back to the food. He soon had the food prepared and set out on the table. Pan began to relax as ChiChi's cooking made it's way into her stomache, subsiding the grumbles. Trunks smile never faltered throughout the meal, almost as though he were a robot, talking through the smile plastered on his face.
Pan's stupid side took over in seconds and she was soon questioning herself if he really was a robot. Her curiousity got the best of her and she decide the only way to test him was a little slap across the cheek. She reached her hand across the table and quickly threw her hand across his face, pulling it away just as quickly. Her question was answered by a cry from Trunks.
Pan laughed at him, "I guess you're not a robot after all."
"What is going through that messed up head of yours?" Trunks questioned.
Pan chose not to answer him and began to shovel food again. Trunks shook his head and followed suit. They soon finished and were wandering into the living room. Pan chose a one-person seat and sat down. Trunks then plopped down infront of her and gazed up into her eyes, placing his hands overtop hers.
"Pan, you're ignoring me. I'm beginning to think you only forgave me so you could eat the food I cooked."
Pan turned her eyes from his, not wanting her shame to be seen. She felt his warmth removed from her hands. Now she'd done it, she regretted it. Then, as if to reassure her, the warmth was moved to her cheek and her face was turned back to face him.
"Pan, look me in the eyes, do you really frogive me? Because if you do, you're not acting like it." Pan looked him in the eyes, the pleading eyes made her heart spill.
"Trunks, when you told me I was stupid and you didn't want to see me again, I felt horrible and it was because of you, something I thought could never happen. I love you. I really do want to forgive you but it's alot harder than you think. I can't just forgive you instantly, not after what I went through."
Whatever Pan was about to say was interrupted by his slightly chapped lips being placed onto hers. He parted and then returned as she pulled him back. What was she? A love sick puppy? Well, that probably wasn't too far off. She let him go.
"Well, it seems you can forgive easily." Trunks said with a glint in his eyes.
Pan cuffed him and he put on a dejected look that was soon broken by his gleeful smile. She looked at him, resisting the urge to pull that smug look off his face. Or maybe that wasn't what she wanted. No, she wanted to remove his face from her vision, retrieve his lips and pull them back to the evil side.
"You're a horrible man!" Pan yelled at him and looked away.
"Oh, I'm the horrible one? I'm not the one who gave someone something irresistible and then took it back like a matser shaking a treat infront of his dog and then putting it back up."
Pan giggled helplessly. How funny. Pan definetly could see it, Trunks as a little poodle. Ah, yes, the purple poodle fur was definetly there. Trunks gave her a funny look and she merely shook her head. Both of them relaxing, the tension was easing and the good times would roll, not the heads.
Hours passed and the tension was gone. Pan and Trunks were soon passing frequent kisses. Both were amazed at how much eachother had forgotten in the past couple of hours. At around 11p.m. Pan glanced over at the clock and was amazed to find out the time. Trunks, noticing her shocked look, glanced in the same direction.
"Shouldn't Liam be back by now?" Trunks questioned.
"Yeah. He said he'd be back at 10. You'd probably better go before he gets back and finds out you're here."
"Liam and I are on good terms." Trunks assured Pan.
"If you insist. Although, I'm getting a bit tired." Pan said with a yawn.
Trunks kissed her again and suggested, "How about we go to sleep then my maiden of beauty."
"Normally I would tell you to go home and that it would be awhile before I thought to share a bed with you, but I'm sure you're as tired as I. Although you could--" Pan was silenced once again by a kiss and soon asleep in her bed with a forgotten warmth radiating next to her body, her lips in a smile.
Trunks looked over at Pan and soon fogot the surrounding world and soon dropped into a fitful dream.
He looked over a barren land and saw a lone figure standing, their hair being blown by the wind. It looked to be a woman. His saiyan vision revealed it to be just that, but not any woman, it was the one woman he loved more than his mother. He smiled at her, but she did not smile back.
Trunks walked closer to the woman and saw her shredded clothes and her worn figure. His smile was wiped away with the wind. He stood there, examining her body from head to toe and a grim look made his features diminish.
The confused Trunks began to talk, "What has happened here, Pan?"
"You mean you don't remember from just a few seconds ago? The monster? Your father, mine, Piccolo, Goku, everyone defeated at the hands of him? How could you forget the ugly creature, a small one but seemingly quite capable of victory?"
Trunks could do nothing but stare. What was she talking about? What monster? Trunks looked down at his clothing and noticed long gashes down his tunic, similar to those of Pan's. Whatever it was it must be pretty damn powerful if it defeated all of the special forces including Goku! But why were he and Pan left? Trunks knew they hadn't wimped out, there was no way. Neither of them could possibly look like this if so. Trunks grimaced as a pain lanced up his side and he crumpled to the ground. He tried to stand but couldn't, he looked up to ask Pan to help him up, only to be met by a horrible scene. A small extremely furry monster was attacking Pan. He tried as hard as he could to stand up, but couldn't. It wasn't the pain that held him back, it was a similar monster as the one mutilating Pan.
No! He wasn't just trying to kill her, he was raping her in the progress. Pan was strong but everyone had a weakness and Pan's was rape. She hated it. He tried to stand again, trying to shake off the furry beast.
Suddenly, Trunks was free and his eyes were open to a dark world. His arms were being gripped tightly and he soon realized why he had thought a furry beast was gripping his arms. The hands relinquished and his arms were free. He turned to face the person beside him and saw a bright glowing ball right in his face. Trunks' hands went flying to his face to block out the lights and his eyes shut. A woman's beautiful giggling met his ears and he opened his eyes, the light had diminished and he saw Pan's glowing features. He sighed in relief and pulled Pan close to him.
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A/N: Was that juicy? Anyways, as far as I know the dream doesn't foretell any future doings in the story. Uh........ can you review now? I'm gonna go take a shower! See ya!!!
Forgotten Beauty
Discliamer: I thought about it and ..... oh fine ........ do I really have to? Bye!!!
Pan opened her eyes with a stiff yawn, turning one way and then the other, relieved by the popping of her back. She yawned once again and rose from the bed. Walking into her bathroom, she quickly stripped her clothes from her body and began to run water, stepping into the shower to immeadiately jump back out as she realized it hadn't had a suifficient amount of time to warm up. Sticking her hand into the running water, she relaxed as the heat caressed her skin as Trunks' lips once had. Pan was shocked by the memory. How had she remembered that? Something from so long ago. The water rushed over her body, rinsing the soap from her body, allowing her time to think.
Finally, Pan had to relinquish to the cold air that awaited her as she stepped from the shower. She quickly wrapped a towel around her body and raised her ki to dry herself. As she walked back into her room she dropped her towel and quickly pulled on her undergarments and then a pair of baggy pants and a loose t-shirt. She wasn't expecting anyone and so decided to be relaxed that day and be lazy. Her hair was a different story, she had no choice but to tame it, the strong brush thought didn't seem to be doing the job as it quickly snapped. Pan grumbled and reached into a drawer to pull out another hairbrush, succeeding in finishing her hair.
"Why doesn't my hair dry like the rest of my body when I use my ki?" She questioned the room surrounding her.
Her reflection stared back at her, giving no answer. HSe turned her back on it and stalked from the room. Into the t.v. room she walked, past the t.v. and into the kitchen. Smells of fresh food arose to meet her nose. Making her hunger skyrocket. What? She asked herself. Who was in here? Her question was soon answered as she Glanced around the small kitchen. Spotting the person who was cooking the food, she yelled in outrage.
The person turned around with a sheepish grin, "I guess I should have warned you."
He was laughing! Laughing! Wait, why did it matter that he was laughing? She guessed it didn't but that wasn't the point. What was he doing in her house and cooking the extra food Liam had brought back from ChiChi? She growled her frustration and decided, with little thought, that she would speak her fury aloud.
"What are you doing here?" She yelled at him, about to regret it.
"Pan, hear me out--"
"Hear you out? You are not welcome--"
"Pan! Shut up!" Pan shut up from her shock. "Pan, we had a dissagreement. I'm sorry for accusing you. I was wrong and I admit it. You seemingly had done nothing wrong. I hope you know how hard this is for me to admit I did something wrong. I've never done so in my life." Trunks took a deep breath, "I'm sure that you're mad at me and there's not much I can do about that except apologize. Can you forgive me?"
Pan was babbling. Her words were incoherent, she didn't even know what she was saying. Well, he couldn't possibly be lying. Trunks had never admitted to doing any wrongs in his life. He always had money to abck up his claims. Should she forgive him? Poo! Where was her father when she needed him? Well, this probably wasn't the right thing to ask him about, but..........! Gosh!
"I forgive you." Pan heard the words slip from her tongue, gaining a sweet smile on Trunks' handsome features.
"I'm glad." Trunks replied.
He slowly began to walk towards her with his arms open.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Pan said, "You're going to take this slow. I'm still mad at you."
Trunks laughed and turned back to the food. He soon had the food prepared and set out on the table. Pan began to relax as ChiChi's cooking made it's way into her stomache, subsiding the grumbles. Trunks smile never faltered throughout the meal, almost as though he were a robot, talking through the smile plastered on his face.
Pan's stupid side took over in seconds and she was soon questioning herself if he really was a robot. Her curiousity got the best of her and she decide the only way to test him was a little slap across the cheek. She reached her hand across the table and quickly threw her hand across his face, pulling it away just as quickly. Her question was answered by a cry from Trunks.
Pan laughed at him, "I guess you're not a robot after all."
"What is going through that messed up head of yours?" Trunks questioned.
Pan chose not to answer him and began to shovel food again. Trunks shook his head and followed suit. They soon finished and were wandering into the living room. Pan chose a one-person seat and sat down. Trunks then plopped down infront of her and gazed up into her eyes, placing his hands overtop hers.
"Pan, you're ignoring me. I'm beginning to think you only forgave me so you could eat the food I cooked."
Pan turned her eyes from his, not wanting her shame to be seen. She felt his warmth removed from her hands. Now she'd done it, she regretted it. Then, as if to reassure her, the warmth was moved to her cheek and her face was turned back to face him.
"Pan, look me in the eyes, do you really frogive me? Because if you do, you're not acting like it." Pan looked him in the eyes, the pleading eyes made her heart spill.
"Trunks, when you told me I was stupid and you didn't want to see me again, I felt horrible and it was because of you, something I thought could never happen. I love you. I really do want to forgive you but it's alot harder than you think. I can't just forgive you instantly, not after what I went through."
Whatever Pan was about to say was interrupted by his slightly chapped lips being placed onto hers. He parted and then returned as she pulled him back. What was she? A love sick puppy? Well, that probably wasn't too far off. She let him go.
"Well, it seems you can forgive easily." Trunks said with a glint in his eyes.
Pan cuffed him and he put on a dejected look that was soon broken by his gleeful smile. She looked at him, resisting the urge to pull that smug look off his face. Or maybe that wasn't what she wanted. No, she wanted to remove his face from her vision, retrieve his lips and pull them back to the evil side.
"You're a horrible man!" Pan yelled at him and looked away.
"Oh, I'm the horrible one? I'm not the one who gave someone something irresistible and then took it back like a matser shaking a treat infront of his dog and then putting it back up."
Pan giggled helplessly. How funny. Pan definetly could see it, Trunks as a little poodle. Ah, yes, the purple poodle fur was definetly there. Trunks gave her a funny look and she merely shook her head. Both of them relaxing, the tension was easing and the good times would roll, not the heads.
Hours passed and the tension was gone. Pan and Trunks were soon passing frequent kisses. Both were amazed at how much eachother had forgotten in the past couple of hours. At around 11p.m. Pan glanced over at the clock and was amazed to find out the time. Trunks, noticing her shocked look, glanced in the same direction.
"Shouldn't Liam be back by now?" Trunks questioned.
"Yeah. He said he'd be back at 10. You'd probably better go before he gets back and finds out you're here."
"Liam and I are on good terms." Trunks assured Pan.
"If you insist. Although, I'm getting a bit tired." Pan said with a yawn.
Trunks kissed her again and suggested, "How about we go to sleep then my maiden of beauty."
"Normally I would tell you to go home and that it would be awhile before I thought to share a bed with you, but I'm sure you're as tired as I. Although you could--" Pan was silenced once again by a kiss and soon asleep in her bed with a forgotten warmth radiating next to her body, her lips in a smile.
Trunks looked over at Pan and soon fogot the surrounding world and soon dropped into a fitful dream.
He looked over a barren land and saw a lone figure standing, their hair being blown by the wind. It looked to be a woman. His saiyan vision revealed it to be just that, but not any woman, it was the one woman he loved more than his mother. He smiled at her, but she did not smile back.
Trunks walked closer to the woman and saw her shredded clothes and her worn figure. His smile was wiped away with the wind. He stood there, examining her body from head to toe and a grim look made his features diminish.
The confused Trunks began to talk, "What has happened here, Pan?"
"You mean you don't remember from just a few seconds ago? The monster? Your father, mine, Piccolo, Goku, everyone defeated at the hands of him? How could you forget the ugly creature, a small one but seemingly quite capable of victory?"
Trunks could do nothing but stare. What was she talking about? What monster? Trunks looked down at his clothing and noticed long gashes down his tunic, similar to those of Pan's. Whatever it was it must be pretty damn powerful if it defeated all of the special forces including Goku! But why were he and Pan left? Trunks knew they hadn't wimped out, there was no way. Neither of them could possibly look like this if so. Trunks grimaced as a pain lanced up his side and he crumpled to the ground. He tried to stand but couldn't, he looked up to ask Pan to help him up, only to be met by a horrible scene. A small extremely furry monster was attacking Pan. He tried as hard as he could to stand up, but couldn't. It wasn't the pain that held him back, it was a similar monster as the one mutilating Pan.
No! He wasn't just trying to kill her, he was raping her in the progress. Pan was strong but everyone had a weakness and Pan's was rape. She hated it. He tried to stand again, trying to shake off the furry beast.
Suddenly, Trunks was free and his eyes were open to a dark world. His arms were being gripped tightly and he soon realized why he had thought a furry beast was gripping his arms. The hands relinquished and his arms were free. He turned to face the person beside him and saw a bright glowing ball right in his face. Trunks' hands went flying to his face to block out the lights and his eyes shut. A woman's beautiful giggling met his ears and he opened his eyes, the light had diminished and he saw Pan's glowing features. He sighed in relief and pulled Pan close to him.
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A/N: Was that juicy? Anyways, as far as I know the dream doesn't foretell any future doings in the story. Uh........ can you review now? I'm gonna go take a shower! See ya!!!
Forgotten Beauty