Woooowww..the next chapter..it's amazering. Anywayz, I forgot to say that
I do not own anything Dragonball Z.except for my perfectly legal Trunks
episodes that I bought on VHS from Suncoast! And my Trunks/Goku pillow.and
my Trunks wallscroll...yeeeahhh.
Also, I'm sorry the story reads out really cruddy so far. I mean, I checked the grammar and it's ok, but it reads really weird.some of the sentences are awkward, plus sometimes I forget junk and then that makes me put something different then what.er, never mind. Anyways I really do hope you like it, aside from the bad writing and the messed-up symbols in the first chapter. Those sucked. Oh well. REVIEW! Ok, bye!
Q: What do you do in your free time?
A: Dream about how I can be more like Chris Sabat. (Chris Sabat=The voices of Vegeta, Yamcha, Piccolo, + Mr. Popo)
-From an online interview with Eric Vale.(the voice of Trunks, people!)
Pan was not having a good time. It was February 12th.her birthday, and she wasn't having a good time. Of course, she had never really had a good time on her birthday, but she had been hoping that this time it might be different. She was hoping that since she had taken the initiative and went out, which she was afraid to do because of the androids, and gone dancing, one of the things she used to love, she would have fun. But every man had a one-track mind, and hers was in torment. She couldn't place a finger on the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. It was like a splinter and it was driving her crazy. And she didn't feel like being touched by anyone. It wasn't something that could be avoided with the tightly packed crowd but she shuddered with revulsion every time someone brushed her with an arm, or pushed past. This wasn't normal for her. Human contact wasn't something she'd had an excessive amount of, but she still had a part-time job and had to buy things and she had never minded their company at any other time. She wondered what had brought about this sudden change. She tried to dance but failed. For some reason, tonight she couldn't find the rhythm that she knew so well when she blasted her CD player and danced at home. 'It's just a bad song.' she thought to console herself, but she knew that it was more than that, because she had danced to bad songs many times with people she had not wanted to dance with.
***
As soon as he saw her he was entranced. Totally and completely. He must've noticed her because she wasn't dancing. Wasn't moving her body at all. Just standing there, waiting for something. But he had a feeling he would've noticed her anyway. There seemed to be a soft euphoric light surrounding her that he could not explain to himself. She started walking and her beautiful, pale face was frowning in discontent. He knew exactly who he wanted to dance with and knew he couldn't lose her in the crowd. He walked towards her, trying to think of a way to get her to dance with him, which was extremely unusual, because the only female contact he'd had in his life was with his mother or if he rescued women from the androids. Which wasn't much contact at all. So his bravado on the part of this mysterious girl was very unnatural. He pushed past all the dancing people until.
***
'I need a drink.' Pan thought as she headed towards the bar. She felt a headache coming on. 'Maybe I should have waited and done this tomorrow night and celebrated a late birthday.' Suddenly a fast, upbeat song came on (if you need a guide, think of Technologique Park or a song by Daft Punk) and all traces of her headache disappeared. It caught her completely off- guard. It was the perfect song. She couldn't resist and began to dance, regardless of the revulsion she felt at touching other people. It was a beat so stimulating, so deliciously pure and primordial, that she felt her inner sayajin waking up inside her and taking control. Her father had told her when she was younger that sayajin women, as a rule, loved to dance, so she supposed it was in her blood. Her sense of smell began to heighten and as she began to smell the sweat of all the people around her, she also caught an intoxicating scent. It was coming closer to her and she couldn't stop dancing as the smell filled her nostrils. This alone should have been enough to tell her that something odd was going to happen, as the sayajin part of her had never reacted to anything this way. The smell was almost overwhelming as she lifted her head up and saw right away the man she was sure was driving her crazy. Standing just a few feet away from her he watched her as if she was the only one in the whole place. She barely took in the fact that his hair was a brilliant lilac and instead stared straight into his flickering cerulean eyes, that seemed to change color as he moved closer to her. At this point her mind completely shut off and her instincts took absolute control. She had to be closer to him.
***
Trunks now had no thought in his head of asking her to dance. It was enough just to watch her dance. Her stunning body undulated and swung back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Her raven hair swirled around her and caught her slender neck in an embrace. And when she looked up, she looked right at him, giving him a chance to look straight into her eyes. Ebony, without a trace of emotion, looking as if you could drown in their endless depths. They were absolutely perfect. He realized he must've looked a fool, standing there in the midst of a crowd of dancing people staring, and breathing deeply to inhale the delicate fragrance that surrounded her, but all he wanted was to be closer to her.
***
Both Pan and Trunks involuntarily gravitated towards each other, unaware of the other's past, or bloodline, or name. They didn't say a word to one another, just came closer, and Trunks, looking down into Pan's eyes, gently touched her waist as she grabbed his shoulders and pressed herself against him. The whole time they hadn't broken eye contact and they didn't even as their dance brought them closer together. Pan's mouth was slightly open, as if it were hard for her to breathe. Truthfully, it was. Her heart was going at such a pace, a new sensation overcame her and her lungs couldn't hold it in. But breathing was the last thing on her mind as she spun around only to meet with her dance partner's startling blue eyes. It was like a dream for both of them. They were completely wrapped up in the sensations they were feeling.touch, sight, smell, and sound. Pan's revulsion of touch was a thing left far behind. Her feelings now were quite different; in fact they were an exact opposite. All she wanted to do was touch him and she would be in a state of absolute ecstasy. He felt the same. It didn't matter how they danced as long as they were near each other.
***
The song slowed suddenly and the splinter that had plagued Pan's mind earlier reminded her of it with a sharp stab of pain in the back of her head. She broke off quickly from their dance, turned sharply, and stalked away looking confused, leaving Trunks looking hurt, bewildered, and dazed all at the same time. 'What was I doing? I didn't even know him!' she thought as she stalked towards the entrance with her face down in shame, not even looking where she was going. 'I'm going home and I'm never going out for my birthday again. This is what happens when.' her train of thought was suddenly interrupted as she bumped straight into two people entering. She mumbled a hurried "sorry." as she rushed by with her head still down, wanting to get home badly when she felt her arm being grabbed roughly and her body dragged back. "Look I said I was sorry." she began angrily, and then her voice and breath caught in her throat as she saw who had grabbed her.
***
After Pan had left, Trunks stood there in a daze, wondering what had happened. 'I didn't do anything stupid did I? Dende she was beautiful. I wonder if I should go after her?' After deep contemplation he decided he wasn't brave enough to go apologize/get to know the girl, even though he had faced the two most deadly beings on Earth many times with barely a quaver in his courage. Then he decided to go and claim the alcohol he had come to try. He desperately needed it after finding out why men wanted to understand women all the time.
He sat down at the counter as the bartender turned around and looked at him while inquiring as to what Trunks wanted to drink. As soon as Trunks had replied that he would like a beer he realized that the bartender was laughing silently at him. "What?" Trunks growled.
"Oh nothing." he paused for a couple of seconds and then continued, "I just see everything around here. When a guy comes in with purple ('It's lilac' Trunks thought.) hair and starts to dance with the most beautiful girl we've had here for ages I just happen to notice. That's all."
Trunks ignored him and the bartender turned around and grabbed a beer from a cooler behind him and handed it to Trunks. He then continued, adding to Trunks' humiliation. "I also saw her leave in a huff. What did you do boy? Try to feel her up or something?"
Trunks felt his cheeks burn at the thought of himself taking advantage of a girl. It was just wrong. "I would never do anything like that," he said calmly, "I didn't do anything at all but dance with her."
"Well you certainly attracted a lot of attention there didn't you?"
"Listen, I don't feel like talking about it okay?"
"Fine then. But it looked like you two had known each other for a long time. Is she an old fling?" The only reply he received from Trunks was a burning glare. Oh, if looks could kill.
Ok.that seemed like a good place to end it. Oh no! Please don't throw muffins at me!!!!!! I know I said this chapter was supposed to be a lot longer but I can't do that much! I'm so incompetent I know! I have to go read.but I'd say that's pretty good, ya know, 2 chapters in two days! Ha ha, I posted the other one last night but it was pretty late shoooo I don't know who actually would read it at the ungodly hour of 9:30 ;) ha ha.ya know I'm kidding. Ok, review, I love those..even if you just put "hello" in the box it's all good..really! Ta all!
Also, I'm sorry the story reads out really cruddy so far. I mean, I checked the grammar and it's ok, but it reads really weird.some of the sentences are awkward, plus sometimes I forget junk and then that makes me put something different then what.er, never mind. Anyways I really do hope you like it, aside from the bad writing and the messed-up symbols in the first chapter. Those sucked. Oh well. REVIEW! Ok, bye!
Q: What do you do in your free time?
A: Dream about how I can be more like Chris Sabat. (Chris Sabat=The voices of Vegeta, Yamcha, Piccolo, + Mr. Popo)
-From an online interview with Eric Vale.(the voice of Trunks, people!)
Pan was not having a good time. It was February 12th.her birthday, and she wasn't having a good time. Of course, she had never really had a good time on her birthday, but she had been hoping that this time it might be different. She was hoping that since she had taken the initiative and went out, which she was afraid to do because of the androids, and gone dancing, one of the things she used to love, she would have fun. But every man had a one-track mind, and hers was in torment. She couldn't place a finger on the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. It was like a splinter and it was driving her crazy. And she didn't feel like being touched by anyone. It wasn't something that could be avoided with the tightly packed crowd but she shuddered with revulsion every time someone brushed her with an arm, or pushed past. This wasn't normal for her. Human contact wasn't something she'd had an excessive amount of, but she still had a part-time job and had to buy things and she had never minded their company at any other time. She wondered what had brought about this sudden change. She tried to dance but failed. For some reason, tonight she couldn't find the rhythm that she knew so well when she blasted her CD player and danced at home. 'It's just a bad song.' she thought to console herself, but she knew that it was more than that, because she had danced to bad songs many times with people she had not wanted to dance with.
***
As soon as he saw her he was entranced. Totally and completely. He must've noticed her because she wasn't dancing. Wasn't moving her body at all. Just standing there, waiting for something. But he had a feeling he would've noticed her anyway. There seemed to be a soft euphoric light surrounding her that he could not explain to himself. She started walking and her beautiful, pale face was frowning in discontent. He knew exactly who he wanted to dance with and knew he couldn't lose her in the crowd. He walked towards her, trying to think of a way to get her to dance with him, which was extremely unusual, because the only female contact he'd had in his life was with his mother or if he rescued women from the androids. Which wasn't much contact at all. So his bravado on the part of this mysterious girl was very unnatural. He pushed past all the dancing people until.
***
'I need a drink.' Pan thought as she headed towards the bar. She felt a headache coming on. 'Maybe I should have waited and done this tomorrow night and celebrated a late birthday.' Suddenly a fast, upbeat song came on (if you need a guide, think of Technologique Park or a song by Daft Punk) and all traces of her headache disappeared. It caught her completely off- guard. It was the perfect song. She couldn't resist and began to dance, regardless of the revulsion she felt at touching other people. It was a beat so stimulating, so deliciously pure and primordial, that she felt her inner sayajin waking up inside her and taking control. Her father had told her when she was younger that sayajin women, as a rule, loved to dance, so she supposed it was in her blood. Her sense of smell began to heighten and as she began to smell the sweat of all the people around her, she also caught an intoxicating scent. It was coming closer to her and she couldn't stop dancing as the smell filled her nostrils. This alone should have been enough to tell her that something odd was going to happen, as the sayajin part of her had never reacted to anything this way. The smell was almost overwhelming as she lifted her head up and saw right away the man she was sure was driving her crazy. Standing just a few feet away from her he watched her as if she was the only one in the whole place. She barely took in the fact that his hair was a brilliant lilac and instead stared straight into his flickering cerulean eyes, that seemed to change color as he moved closer to her. At this point her mind completely shut off and her instincts took absolute control. She had to be closer to him.
***
Trunks now had no thought in his head of asking her to dance. It was enough just to watch her dance. Her stunning body undulated and swung back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Her raven hair swirled around her and caught her slender neck in an embrace. And when she looked up, she looked right at him, giving him a chance to look straight into her eyes. Ebony, without a trace of emotion, looking as if you could drown in their endless depths. They were absolutely perfect. He realized he must've looked a fool, standing there in the midst of a crowd of dancing people staring, and breathing deeply to inhale the delicate fragrance that surrounded her, but all he wanted was to be closer to her.
***
Both Pan and Trunks involuntarily gravitated towards each other, unaware of the other's past, or bloodline, or name. They didn't say a word to one another, just came closer, and Trunks, looking down into Pan's eyes, gently touched her waist as she grabbed his shoulders and pressed herself against him. The whole time they hadn't broken eye contact and they didn't even as their dance brought them closer together. Pan's mouth was slightly open, as if it were hard for her to breathe. Truthfully, it was. Her heart was going at such a pace, a new sensation overcame her and her lungs couldn't hold it in. But breathing was the last thing on her mind as she spun around only to meet with her dance partner's startling blue eyes. It was like a dream for both of them. They were completely wrapped up in the sensations they were feeling.touch, sight, smell, and sound. Pan's revulsion of touch was a thing left far behind. Her feelings now were quite different; in fact they were an exact opposite. All she wanted to do was touch him and she would be in a state of absolute ecstasy. He felt the same. It didn't matter how they danced as long as they were near each other.
***
The song slowed suddenly and the splinter that had plagued Pan's mind earlier reminded her of it with a sharp stab of pain in the back of her head. She broke off quickly from their dance, turned sharply, and stalked away looking confused, leaving Trunks looking hurt, bewildered, and dazed all at the same time. 'What was I doing? I didn't even know him!' she thought as she stalked towards the entrance with her face down in shame, not even looking where she was going. 'I'm going home and I'm never going out for my birthday again. This is what happens when.' her train of thought was suddenly interrupted as she bumped straight into two people entering. She mumbled a hurried "sorry." as she rushed by with her head still down, wanting to get home badly when she felt her arm being grabbed roughly and her body dragged back. "Look I said I was sorry." she began angrily, and then her voice and breath caught in her throat as she saw who had grabbed her.
***
After Pan had left, Trunks stood there in a daze, wondering what had happened. 'I didn't do anything stupid did I? Dende she was beautiful. I wonder if I should go after her?' After deep contemplation he decided he wasn't brave enough to go apologize/get to know the girl, even though he had faced the two most deadly beings on Earth many times with barely a quaver in his courage. Then he decided to go and claim the alcohol he had come to try. He desperately needed it after finding out why men wanted to understand women all the time.
He sat down at the counter as the bartender turned around and looked at him while inquiring as to what Trunks wanted to drink. As soon as Trunks had replied that he would like a beer he realized that the bartender was laughing silently at him. "What?" Trunks growled.
"Oh nothing." he paused for a couple of seconds and then continued, "I just see everything around here. When a guy comes in with purple ('It's lilac' Trunks thought.) hair and starts to dance with the most beautiful girl we've had here for ages I just happen to notice. That's all."
Trunks ignored him and the bartender turned around and grabbed a beer from a cooler behind him and handed it to Trunks. He then continued, adding to Trunks' humiliation. "I also saw her leave in a huff. What did you do boy? Try to feel her up or something?"
Trunks felt his cheeks burn at the thought of himself taking advantage of a girl. It was just wrong. "I would never do anything like that," he said calmly, "I didn't do anything at all but dance with her."
"Well you certainly attracted a lot of attention there didn't you?"
"Listen, I don't feel like talking about it okay?"
"Fine then. But it looked like you two had known each other for a long time. Is she an old fling?" The only reply he received from Trunks was a burning glare. Oh, if looks could kill.
Ok.that seemed like a good place to end it. Oh no! Please don't throw muffins at me!!!!!! I know I said this chapter was supposed to be a lot longer but I can't do that much! I'm so incompetent I know! I have to go read.but I'd say that's pretty good, ya know, 2 chapters in two days! Ha ha, I posted the other one last night but it was pretty late shoooo I don't know who actually would read it at the ungodly hour of 9:30 ;) ha ha.ya know I'm kidding. Ok, review, I love those..even if you just put "hello" in the box it's all good..really! Ta all!