A/N: Hey! I know it's been a long time since I've written, but
atleast I'm writing now, right? Wow! That wasn't alot, but it seemed like
alot. Anyways, this chapter will be written from the inspiration of three
different songs I've heard in the last hour! Thank you everyone who's been
faithful to me! I love y'all!
Disclaimer: Is it a crime to love?
It had been several days since Pan's incident. Everything had been worked out and Gohan didn't seem to be as mad at Trunks as before, but he wasn't overjoyed about their relationship yet.
Pan bent towards Trunks and placed a kiss on his nose. He giggled from the tickling sensation. She smiled at him, but her smile quickly turned into a frown as she heard the front door being knocked on.
"Who's calling this late at night?" Trunks asked, rising from the bed and looking at the clock.
Pan shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her t-shirt, which she quickly threw on and swished out of the room. The person at the door rang the doorbell another time and Pan yelled, "I'm coming!"
She paused at the door and peeped through the peep hole. A man in a navy blue suit that was wind rumpled was standing outside. His dark black hair was spiked neatly and his coffee brown eyes looked aggravated. Pan's face quickly changed from a frown to a 'Oh Shit!' face.
She yelled out, "Hi, daddy!" as she opened the door. She could hear a crash from the bedroom and assumed it was Trunks trying to hide and 'accidently' fell down. Gohan stared down at her in surprise, wondering why she had spontaniously fallen.
Pan looked up into his face from the ground. He had that concerned father gaze as his eyes fluttered from one thing to another in her living room. Then, his eyes suddenly stopped on something and she looked slowly over, she could just feel her eyes popping out.
Then, she spotted what he saw, it was Trunks' shirt. It had been quickly discarded earlier. She flashed a quick smile at her father and ran over to the shirt. She picked it up and hid it behind her back, trying to pretend like it had never been there. Her father cast her a questioning gaze, but for some reason she didn't feel his ki peaking. Why wasn't he getting mad she wondered.
"Uh...... It's not what you think, Daddy.... You " Pan was cut off as Gohan continued to smile.
"I think it's exactly what I think it is. Where is he?" Gohan asked, his eyes shifting over to the open bedroom door. "I'm not mad."
"What?!" Pan asked, falling over ungracefully. "What do you mean, you're not mad? You're fine with this now, but you couldn't handle it before?!"
"Oh, you misunderstand. I'm not happy, but I'm trying to accept. I figured that purple-haired half-saiyan would be over here. I need to talk to you both. Where's Liam? Has he not gotten back from his sister's?" Gohan asked, eyes continuing to shift, still looking for Trunks. "Oh nevermind. I guess I told him he could stay longer than I thought."
The whole time Pan just continued to stare at her father, trying to puzzle out this situation. Was this really her father? The one who had moved away just so he didn't have to see Trunks' family? The one who had become so pissed last time he almost wasn't subdued? Her mind screamed in agony as her brain racked it with questions. The questions only hung limply on her tongue, her thoughts too unformed to make sense. All she was able to do was mumble.
Gohan took hold of his daughter's arm and led her to the couch, shutting the door by placing his leg behind him and applying a small force. When Pan was seated on the couch, Gohan walked from the living room and entered her bed room. He flicked on the light and shut the door, turning to the area that was now exposed. Purple hair shone brightly, attatched to a nicely formed body. The only clothes on the body though, were a pair of boxers. Gohan smirked at the boy, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Trunks flinched at the movement, expecting Gohan to twist off his head, but instead all he did was smile at him and escort him from behind the door. Gohan opened the door and took Trunks into the living room where he sat him down next to Pan. They both looked over at eachother, their faces stricken with horror. Gohan, acting as if get togethers like this were normal, sat down on the coffee table infront of the two.
"Well, I'm sure you two are both wondering why I'm here so late and why I'm being so friendly. Well, all your questions will soon be answered." Gohan said, looking from Pan to Trunks and then back again before continuing. "Your mother," He said, nodding at Pan, "has decided it's time for me to give Trunks a chance to see if he's really not like his father. I have to say I think she's foolish, but she threatened I would have to sleep on the couch. So, I have unwillingly obliged to her terms." He said, a frown on his face now. Pan had taken ahold of Trunks arm as if it were the only normal thing left. "Trunks, you and Pan are to come to dinner at ChiChi's Friday and we will all have dinner together so Trunks can prove his innocence and I can have a look into, for whatever god awful reason, my daughter fancies you. Agreed?"
Trunks glanced over at Pan, not sure what to do. Pan nodded her head and Trunks followed suit. "Oh, by the way, Videl also made me promise there would be no hostility nomatter what happened until the night was over and I had had a chance to think over any decisions I might make."
"How long is having a chance to think things over?" Trunks asked, desperately trying to wet his throat so his voice didn't come out as a squeak. He definetly felt that the world was caving in and was positive Pan felt the same, his main hint being the way she clung to his arm.
"Well, she said it had to be atleast a week." Gohan said, the frown returning to his face as he realized exactly how long that would be.
"Hehe." Pan said, "That's just enough time for Trunks to escape." She said, trying to relieve the room of its silende, her attempts were unsuccessful.
Her attempts were forgotten quickly though as the door was opened quietly. A beautiful face with midnight hair cut short poked through the opening. Then after the eyes had searched the room, making sure everything was safe, the woman entered. Gohan waved and invited the woman to come in. She obliged willingly and sat down next to Trunks, patting the arm that wasn't captured by Pan.
"Hello, Videl, my sweet." Gohan said with a smile at his wife. "I was just telling these sweet angels here about our dinner plans for Friday."
Videl smiled back at her husband. "Well, as nice as that is, if you're done, we had other plans tonight." She grinned at her husband, recieving a smirk in return.
"As a matter of fact we just finished." He said, rising from his seat and grabbing ahold of Videl's arm, linking the two as they left the young couple ina stunned silence. Videl swinging the door shut after her.
Pan glanced over at Trunks and flashed him a worried glance, "Did you just hear that?"
All Trunks could do was nod his head.
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The days had come and gone since Gohan's propsoal and yet Pan andTrunks were still unable to get over their surprise, but they had to be there and it was Friday so everything was momentarily forgotten as Pan rushed around her bedroom trying to find her summer dress.
"UH!!!!!" She yelled at the walls. "Didn't I leave that damn dress on my chair?" She broke down giggling and looked over at her chair. There was the dress sitting pristinely where she had left it. She smiled and walked over and picked it up. She placed the dress on her front and held it there, swirling arounf the room. She giggled and placed the dress back on the chair and went to her vanity. She began to reaply her make-up, seeing as to how her tears had smeared some of it. She smiled at her face after having reapplied her make-up.
Her eyes twinkled with delight and she walked back over to the dress, slipping it over her butt and placing the top of the dress on her breasts. The dress went down to her knees and had a ribbon around the waist, tying around the side. The dress was strapless, but accented her breasts nicely. She smiled at her reflection. The different flowers spread out on the white material with the pink ribbon really was beautiful and was perfect for spring. She grabbed a black shawl and placed it on her shoulders. She twirled around the room and watched as the skirt flared out around her, showing off a bit too much skin.
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Trunks rushed around his room in much the same fashion as Pan. He furiously brushed at his hair. It wouldn't lie flat. Then he realized the problem, he was using it upsidedown. Trunks frowned at his stupidity and flipped the brush over and began to brush his hair again. His hair immediately complied to his wishes.
Trunks smiled now, and put on his belt. He had on casual/dress clothes. He was wearing khaki pants with a black pearl snap shirt. He smiled, he was sexy! Damn! He was so glad he had aquired both of his parents good looks. Not to mention he had a remarkably slow aging process. He was happy, yet nervous. What if he did something worng? What if..... no! Don't think that, everything will go smoothly.
Trunks walked from his room thinking, and even if it doesn't, I have a week to escape. He jumped into his car and began to drive off towards Pan's apartment.
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Pan was awoken her reverie as she heard a sharp rap on her door and then the door creaking. She smiled and ran into the living room where she jumped upon the man who had opened the door. He smelled of something sweet. She breathed in his scent and kissed him fully on the lips as he swung her around. They were both smiling.
"Well, are you read to go?" Trunks asked, kissing her on her cheeks.
"Yep!" She said, nodding her head. "Just let me go get my purse!" She ran from the room and was back as quickly as she had left.
He smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist, escorting her to the car. He could feel her hips sway as they walked. He turned to look at her, but she was faced away. What he did tonight could make or break everything he and Pan had been working at for so long.
"I love you." Trunks said as he opened the door for Pan to get into the car.
"I love you too." Pan replied as Trunks shut her door and walked over to the drivers side and got in. He revved up the engine and took off.
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A/N: Well, I hope y'all have enjoyed this chapter! Please review! I'd greatly appreciate it! I Love y'all!
Forgotten Beauty
Disclaimer: Is it a crime to love?
It had been several days since Pan's incident. Everything had been worked out and Gohan didn't seem to be as mad at Trunks as before, but he wasn't overjoyed about their relationship yet.
Pan bent towards Trunks and placed a kiss on his nose. He giggled from the tickling sensation. She smiled at him, but her smile quickly turned into a frown as she heard the front door being knocked on.
"Who's calling this late at night?" Trunks asked, rising from the bed and looking at the clock.
Pan shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her t-shirt, which she quickly threw on and swished out of the room. The person at the door rang the doorbell another time and Pan yelled, "I'm coming!"
She paused at the door and peeped through the peep hole. A man in a navy blue suit that was wind rumpled was standing outside. His dark black hair was spiked neatly and his coffee brown eyes looked aggravated. Pan's face quickly changed from a frown to a 'Oh Shit!' face.
She yelled out, "Hi, daddy!" as she opened the door. She could hear a crash from the bedroom and assumed it was Trunks trying to hide and 'accidently' fell down. Gohan stared down at her in surprise, wondering why she had spontaniously fallen.
Pan looked up into his face from the ground. He had that concerned father gaze as his eyes fluttered from one thing to another in her living room. Then, his eyes suddenly stopped on something and she looked slowly over, she could just feel her eyes popping out.
Then, she spotted what he saw, it was Trunks' shirt. It had been quickly discarded earlier. She flashed a quick smile at her father and ran over to the shirt. She picked it up and hid it behind her back, trying to pretend like it had never been there. Her father cast her a questioning gaze, but for some reason she didn't feel his ki peaking. Why wasn't he getting mad she wondered.
"Uh...... It's not what you think, Daddy.... You " Pan was cut off as Gohan continued to smile.
"I think it's exactly what I think it is. Where is he?" Gohan asked, his eyes shifting over to the open bedroom door. "I'm not mad."
"What?!" Pan asked, falling over ungracefully. "What do you mean, you're not mad? You're fine with this now, but you couldn't handle it before?!"
"Oh, you misunderstand. I'm not happy, but I'm trying to accept. I figured that purple-haired half-saiyan would be over here. I need to talk to you both. Where's Liam? Has he not gotten back from his sister's?" Gohan asked, eyes continuing to shift, still looking for Trunks. "Oh nevermind. I guess I told him he could stay longer than I thought."
The whole time Pan just continued to stare at her father, trying to puzzle out this situation. Was this really her father? The one who had moved away just so he didn't have to see Trunks' family? The one who had become so pissed last time he almost wasn't subdued? Her mind screamed in agony as her brain racked it with questions. The questions only hung limply on her tongue, her thoughts too unformed to make sense. All she was able to do was mumble.
Gohan took hold of his daughter's arm and led her to the couch, shutting the door by placing his leg behind him and applying a small force. When Pan was seated on the couch, Gohan walked from the living room and entered her bed room. He flicked on the light and shut the door, turning to the area that was now exposed. Purple hair shone brightly, attatched to a nicely formed body. The only clothes on the body though, were a pair of boxers. Gohan smirked at the boy, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Trunks flinched at the movement, expecting Gohan to twist off his head, but instead all he did was smile at him and escort him from behind the door. Gohan opened the door and took Trunks into the living room where he sat him down next to Pan. They both looked over at eachother, their faces stricken with horror. Gohan, acting as if get togethers like this were normal, sat down on the coffee table infront of the two.
"Well, I'm sure you two are both wondering why I'm here so late and why I'm being so friendly. Well, all your questions will soon be answered." Gohan said, looking from Pan to Trunks and then back again before continuing. "Your mother," He said, nodding at Pan, "has decided it's time for me to give Trunks a chance to see if he's really not like his father. I have to say I think she's foolish, but she threatened I would have to sleep on the couch. So, I have unwillingly obliged to her terms." He said, a frown on his face now. Pan had taken ahold of Trunks arm as if it were the only normal thing left. "Trunks, you and Pan are to come to dinner at ChiChi's Friday and we will all have dinner together so Trunks can prove his innocence and I can have a look into, for whatever god awful reason, my daughter fancies you. Agreed?"
Trunks glanced over at Pan, not sure what to do. Pan nodded her head and Trunks followed suit. "Oh, by the way, Videl also made me promise there would be no hostility nomatter what happened until the night was over and I had had a chance to think over any decisions I might make."
"How long is having a chance to think things over?" Trunks asked, desperately trying to wet his throat so his voice didn't come out as a squeak. He definetly felt that the world was caving in and was positive Pan felt the same, his main hint being the way she clung to his arm.
"Well, she said it had to be atleast a week." Gohan said, the frown returning to his face as he realized exactly how long that would be.
"Hehe." Pan said, "That's just enough time for Trunks to escape." She said, trying to relieve the room of its silende, her attempts were unsuccessful.
Her attempts were forgotten quickly though as the door was opened quietly. A beautiful face with midnight hair cut short poked through the opening. Then after the eyes had searched the room, making sure everything was safe, the woman entered. Gohan waved and invited the woman to come in. She obliged willingly and sat down next to Trunks, patting the arm that wasn't captured by Pan.
"Hello, Videl, my sweet." Gohan said with a smile at his wife. "I was just telling these sweet angels here about our dinner plans for Friday."
Videl smiled back at her husband. "Well, as nice as that is, if you're done, we had other plans tonight." She grinned at her husband, recieving a smirk in return.
"As a matter of fact we just finished." He said, rising from his seat and grabbing ahold of Videl's arm, linking the two as they left the young couple ina stunned silence. Videl swinging the door shut after her.
Pan glanced over at Trunks and flashed him a worried glance, "Did you just hear that?"
All Trunks could do was nod his head.
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The days had come and gone since Gohan's propsoal and yet Pan andTrunks were still unable to get over their surprise, but they had to be there and it was Friday so everything was momentarily forgotten as Pan rushed around her bedroom trying to find her summer dress.
"UH!!!!!" She yelled at the walls. "Didn't I leave that damn dress on my chair?" She broke down giggling and looked over at her chair. There was the dress sitting pristinely where she had left it. She smiled and walked over and picked it up. She placed the dress on her front and held it there, swirling arounf the room. She giggled and placed the dress back on the chair and went to her vanity. She began to reaply her make-up, seeing as to how her tears had smeared some of it. She smiled at her face after having reapplied her make-up.
Her eyes twinkled with delight and she walked back over to the dress, slipping it over her butt and placing the top of the dress on her breasts. The dress went down to her knees and had a ribbon around the waist, tying around the side. The dress was strapless, but accented her breasts nicely. She smiled at her reflection. The different flowers spread out on the white material with the pink ribbon really was beautiful and was perfect for spring. She grabbed a black shawl and placed it on her shoulders. She twirled around the room and watched as the skirt flared out around her, showing off a bit too much skin.
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Trunks rushed around his room in much the same fashion as Pan. He furiously brushed at his hair. It wouldn't lie flat. Then he realized the problem, he was using it upsidedown. Trunks frowned at his stupidity and flipped the brush over and began to brush his hair again. His hair immediately complied to his wishes.
Trunks smiled now, and put on his belt. He had on casual/dress clothes. He was wearing khaki pants with a black pearl snap shirt. He smiled, he was sexy! Damn! He was so glad he had aquired both of his parents good looks. Not to mention he had a remarkably slow aging process. He was happy, yet nervous. What if he did something worng? What if..... no! Don't think that, everything will go smoothly.
Trunks walked from his room thinking, and even if it doesn't, I have a week to escape. He jumped into his car and began to drive off towards Pan's apartment.
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Pan was awoken her reverie as she heard a sharp rap on her door and then the door creaking. She smiled and ran into the living room where she jumped upon the man who had opened the door. He smelled of something sweet. She breathed in his scent and kissed him fully on the lips as he swung her around. They were both smiling.
"Well, are you read to go?" Trunks asked, kissing her on her cheeks.
"Yep!" She said, nodding her head. "Just let me go get my purse!" She ran from the room and was back as quickly as she had left.
He smiled at her and wrapped an arm around her waist, escorting her to the car. He could feel her hips sway as they walked. He turned to look at her, but she was faced away. What he did tonight could make or break everything he and Pan had been working at for so long.
"I love you." Trunks said as he opened the door for Pan to get into the car.
"I love you too." Pan replied as Trunks shut her door and walked over to the drivers side and got in. He revved up the engine and took off.
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A/N: Well, I hope y'all have enjoyed this chapter! Please review! I'd greatly appreciate it! I Love y'all!
Forgotten Beauty