Howdy y'all! Wow, this is the 7th chapter.I'm amazed. Of course I'm
expecting to finish it and all, it's just, I didn't expect that my summer
would be this open. What with hanging out with Toady almost every day.I
dunno, it's just sorta cool that I got this far so fast. Okay without
further ado.
Q: Is Chris Sabat the coolest guy or what?
A: He's a little long winded and has the breath of a banshee, but I can put up with him for at least 45 minutes at a time.
-Do I even have to say it anymore? The.interview.with.Eric.Vale.
Chapter 7:
'Where in the heck am I?' was the only thought Pan could form as she lay, almost senseless, on some strange bed. Pain coursed through her and she strived to remember exactly what had happened last night. She gritted her teeth and tried to sit up but as she did, and as her broken rib gave her a sudden reminder that she should be lying down, the memory of her tumble into the cliff wall came back to her. And everything else. And the purple-haired man. She lay herself back down. 'Why in the world would he be there? He was flying. And fighting. I saw him. Or maybe I was just delusional with pain.'
The next thing that came back was her near-death at 17's hands. She brought her hand up to her throat and winced as her fingertips brushed against it. 'No wonder my throat hurts so much. I can barely even swallow.' She held her hand up so she could look at it and realized that all her wounds had been carefully bandaged and taken care of. She panicked slightly at the loss of her necklace, which she had never taken off before in her life, but knew that finding out where she was was much more important. 'But what about.' She lifted up her dress, almost afraid of what she might find, and saw that her whole stomach was bound tightly, the reason it had been so hard to sit up. She prayed silently to Dende that a woman had rendered this dressing.
She looked at her surroundings for the first time. It was a rather large room but the view from the window told her she was high up so she suspected she was in an apartment. The room had been painted an aquamarine blue but the paint was barely visible through all the sketches and designs on the walls and ceilings. They were all of one intricate machine. She was too far away to study one closely though, so she just assumed that this room belonged to a scientist of some sort. There were odd little contraptions all over the room. Some were whirring and clicking and she had no idea how they worked or what they did.
Finally she decided that she had to get up. She couldn't just let herself stay in bed, vulnerable. She braced herself and got ready to move, however painful it might be. '1.2.3.' she sat up and almost screamed. Not only was she in pain because of her wounds, but she was sore all over. All of her muscles had tensed up without the hot shower she usually took after a fight or training. 'Aw great, if I'm in any danger at all, I can barely move. Wonderful.' She got up slowly, trying not to over-exert herself, and stood shakily on the ground in triumph. She walked over to the door, slowly at first, and then quickly as she got used to her sore muscles. Silently she opened the door, trying not to make a sound.
She tiptoed out, and then realized she would make less noise if she hovered silently above the ground. So she lifted herself off the ground just enough for her feet not to touch. 'This "apartment" is more like a penthouse.' she thought as she observed the huge living room in which she found herself. A big screen plasma TV, leather sofas, wood flooring, glass coffee table. 'Someone knows how to live in luxury.' One side of the room was just a huge pane of glass that looked out onto the city. And though she knew she was supposed to be cautious in this new, and potentially dangerous, setting, she couldn't resist moving right up and pressing her nose against the glass. "That's amazing." she whispered to herself, completely forgetting where she was for the moment.
"Dende! You shouldn't even be up yet! Why are you out of bed?!?" Pan spun around at the speed of light, releasing a ki ball directly at the source of the noise at the same time. She watched as the man from the night before casually brushed it away and watched it hit and destroy the wall of the hallway behind him. He was wearing the same thing as the night before, a black tank top, pants and a purple (A/N: and really cool!) jacket and was rubbing his forehead sleepily in an attempt to wake himself up further. His hair was tousled from sleep so he had obviously slept in those clothes.
Pan was breathing heavily, and her stomach felt about to burst with the tightly wrapped bandages around it. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same thing but right now I need to brush my teeth. And eat. And take a shower. And probably clean up whatever injuries I got last night. So just make yourself at home I suppose. The kitchen's over there," he pointed a finger to his right where there was an open door, "if you want to make something for yourself. I expect you're hungry. And probably tired. So you might want to get a few more hours of sleep. Once I'm done getting ready for the day I can make you breakfast if you want." He turned and dragged himself out, leaving Pan standing speechless at her cold rebuttal.
'It's him.of COURSE it's him. It's ALWAYS him! How could it NOT be him?!!? He probably has my necklace, that jerk. Dende, I don't even know him and he pisses me off.' Pan was getting lost in her thoughts when her stomach gave her a very polite reminder that it was not full. 'I have to eat something.well, he said make myself at home! And the kitchen's that way so why not?' She walked into the kitchen, automatically searching for ingredients, and began to cook.(A/N: Well, she's lived by herself for a long time! Why not learn to cook?)
On the outside, Trunks had remained calm, acting as if the presence of a scantily clad, super-powered girl in his apartment was of every day proportions, but on the inside he was in total disarray. He had been trying to forget the events of the previous night, telling himself it was just a dream, and when he inspected himself and found the injuries he had sustained, he had mentally groaned and walked out to check on the girl when he had found her, floating, with her face pressed up against the window. He thought of how he had, as a foolish, tired act, put her to sleep in his mother's room. They had a guest room, so why had he automatically brought her there? It would have been painful to walk in there in full consciousness so he supposed he was grateful that she had saved him the mental journey. It was as he took his shower he thought of what he would say to her. He practiced mentally, trying to sound as if he were the epitome of calm and collected. 'Hey, want some breakfast?.No.Hey, my name is.no, that sounds like I'm at an AA meeting.' and so on.
So he toweled off (A/N: Trunks in a towel.yum. ;)), brushed his teeth, and got dressed, throwing on a plain white shirt (A/N: if you're dangerous, it's a wife-beater.;)) and jeans. He had inspected every injury and deduced that a hot shower had taken care of disinfecting so he was fine in that respect. He was finally ready to face her and probably try to make breakfast for the first time in his life (does cereal count?), so imagine his surprise as his nose was filled with the tantalizing scent of food. LOTS of food. His nose could tell. He walked quickly, trying to slow down, even in anticipation of food, and stepped coolly into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was the girl, flipping pancakes with a vengeance, as if they had done something to her. A very frustrated and angry look was on her face as she cooked, and a strand of hair (which she had put up in a ponytail) was hanging right in the middle of her face, causing her to have to blow it out of the way every few seconds and making her even more frustrated.
Truth be told, her frustration was the product of Trunks' kitchen, which had basically rotted away in the time that Bulma had been gone. Most of the cupboard space was occupied with Lucky Charms and Fruity Pebbles. When she had finally found the right ingredients to make pancakes, she couldn't find the bacon, and when she found the bacon, the eggs had to be excavated from the back of the fridge, which was crammed with TV dinners, which were supposed to be in the freezer anyways. By the time she had found everything to cook, she was extremely hungry and extremely mad at a man she didn't even know.
Trunks was still tired from the night before, which resulted in a yawn, "You *yawn* made food?" He stared as she masterfully flipped another pancake and placed it on top of the huge pile that seemed to be growing by the second.
She glared at him, "I made food for myself, if you want something you're on your own lucky leprechaun."
Trunks' mouth was already watering and it took all his self-restrain not to let himself drool as she paused from the pancakes to attend to the bacon, frying in its own fat and adding it to another huge pile of bacon. "But.but.I." he could barely bring himself to say it because somehow, in the middle of his kitchen, next to this girl it sounded shameful, "I saved you."
Obviously this had done it. This was the last straw. Her head snapped up, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she turned off the flames on the stove, turning the knobs so sharply that it was a miracle they didn't break. "Listen! I don't know who you are, or for that matter what you are, but I'd like to get one thing straight. You DID NOT save me. You did NOT save my life. I don't know what you were sniffing last night but this is what happened: We danced, it was wrong so I left. The androids were there so I fought them. Our stupid dance together made me lose concentration which is how I broke this rib," she gestured to her stomach, "so that's one strike against you. Also, I'm guessing since your house has devolved into the imaginary play-world of a ten-year-old, you have no maid or servants. Which means that YOU dressed this wound," again she pointed to her stomach, "which is the second strike against you. I don't care if my rib is frigging broken, I don't want a man to put his hand up my dress, got it? I would've been fine on my own! And lastly, if you hadn't shown up at just the opportune moment, I wouldn't have gotten body slammed and choked half to death! Strike three. I would've been fine with the androids if you hadn't shown up. And I don't know what happened after I passed out, but right now, I'm hungry, and I'm pissed off, so don't go asking for my food! Got it?" She was breathing heavily now. Trunks was now just as angry as she was (sayajin heritage) and was about to retort rather sharply but apparently she had remembered something else he had done wrong and continued, "OH! And what about my necklace?!?!? How DARE you take that off my neck?? Any idiot could see my neck isn't swelling and I've NEVER taken that necklace off. NEVER!!! Do you know how much that means to me? You've just RUINED IT!!!!! So give it back and after I'm finished eating I can go home!" She violently turned back to her work, leaving Trunks standing there, shocked.
Now Trunks was fighting to keep his fists down by his sides instead of slamming them into her face. A vein was going in his forehead and, really, he looked almost exactly like his deceased father standing there, getting completely and totally enraged with Bulma. But Trunks didn't know any of that. All he knew was that this seemingly charming young girl was an ungrateful brat (A/N: er.insert another word here, but I don't cuss, so use your imagination! ^_^;;) and was standing in HIS kitchen eating HIS food. His thoughts strayed for an instant as, once again, his nose filled with the scent of frying bacon, 'Where did I get bacon? Heck, where did I get eggs? And stuff to make pancakes?' But his mind snapped back to reality as he realized he wouldn't get any of the food that was rightfully his. And he was HUNGRY. He had taken her in hadn't he? He was showing her hospitality! Shouldn't he get some of that delicious food which she surely couldn't eat all by herself?
"No, you listen! I did too save your butt and you know it!!! It sure as heck isn't MY fault if dancing with you distracted you. That's YOUR fault! And, by the way, absolutely WONDERFUL how you left me standing in the middle of the dance floor like an idiot! Sheesh! Secondly, what did you want me to do with your broken rib?!?!? Let it just sit there overnight while you toss and turn? Oh yeah, that's a good idea.And it doesn't matter WHEN I showed up, I just did. It isn't my fault that you were just floating there in mid-air, staring at me like an idiot!!! You LET 17 slam you into the side of a cliff!!" Now he began to mock Pan in her previous tirade by making his voice higher and moving his head from side to side trying to imitate her, "Also, I'm guessing that since you didn't even have the strength to block, defend, or evade his attack, you probably wouldn't have been okay with the androids seeing as how you passed out from lack of oxygen!!!" Pan stood in shock, her mouth hanging open (lucky the stove-top wasn't on) as Trunks continued, (now in a normal, but very loud, voice) "And AFTER you passed out, I fought off the androids long enough to bring you back here, TO MY HOUSE! And I don't even know you! Talk about hospitality! I could've just left you out there to die, which, right now, doesn't seem like such a bad idea. And I dressed all your wounds so you wouldn't DIE and I'm letting you eat all my food, so I think I deserve at least a 'thank you' if not breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!" He stopped finally, panting because his voice had been slowly rising in octaves since he had begun. He remembered the last thing that she had said and felt he had to respond to that too, "Oh, and about that stupid necklace!!!! How was I supposed to know it was a family heirloom?!?! It was common sense to take if off, especially if you'd just been strangled. But if you're that eager to leave, and all you need is this stupid necklace, well here," he reached into his pocket and tossed it to her.
She caught it deftly and, after putting the necklace back on, returned to cooking breakfast without a word. Her cheeks were flushed with anger and her pancake flipping had gotten so violent that Trunks worried one might end up on the ceiling. Trunks, normally a very, very soft-spoken man, was almost regretful of his rant. That is, until the girl suddenly turned around, pulled down her bottom eyelid and stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine, you can have some of my breakfast." she said reluctantly, her tone of voice bossy and almost demanding, "how many pancakes do you want?" The whole time she kept her eyes on her work and her eyebrows arched as she asked the question condescendingly.
Trunks shifted uneasily and told himself that he wouldn't have yelled at her if he'd known she would offer him breakfast. "Well.how many of those can you actually eat?" he pointed to the pancakes.
"All of them and more." she answered without looking up.
"Then I want as many as you have." He answered, smirking slightly because he didn't believe she could actually eat that much food.
"Fine, but it's going to take a while. Why don't you take these and I can make some for myself." She picked up the plate, which almost looked like it was sagging under the strain of the weight and set it on the table, along with some syrup and butter that she had dug up from the fridge. "Help yourself. But I highly doubt you can eat ALL of it."
Trunks grinned, keeping his eyes on the food the whole time and unscrewed the cap of the syrup instead of using the pop-top and proceeding to empty almost the whole bottle onto his giant pile of pancakes. "Just watch me." He began to eat with the ferocity that only a sayajin possesses.
Pan watched him curiously, wondering where exactly she knew that eating 'technique' from, and she realized with a start that her father had sat down to the table, his mouth stretched wide open, bending down closely so he could shovel in as much food as possible and ate exactly like this young man. She averted her eyes and went back to cooking her breakfast as her stomach rumbled and reminded her that it was definitely not full. "So you only like syrup on your pancakes?"
"Yaghm," Trunks managed to get out with his mouth full and food flying out. Pan understood it to be affirmative. After a couple of minutes, Pan had created another stack of pancakes, this one bigger than the last, and sat down to eat it at the table with the eggs she had prepared and the bacon, which she had not shared with Trunks. Instead of syrup, she took the tray of butter and dumped it over her pancakes. By this time, Trunks had already finished his (well, for a sayjin) meager meal and was eyeing her food hungrily.
Now Pan had begun to eat with the same ferocity as Trunks and was quite enjoying herself now that her stomach was full. Trunks was still looking at her, or rather, her food, as he tried to get a conversation started without the untimely rumbling of his stomach cutting in. "Well, listen, I know we got off to a bad start and everything, but I'm assuming it's just because we were both really hungry. So, um." he cleared his throat, searching for time because, honestly, he wasn't ready to pour out the secret of his heritage and ancestry to this girl he had just met, but he was insanely curious as to how she had gotten so strong, "So, um, my name is Trunks," he looked up sheepishly, waiting for a reaction, but all he saw was the mound of food disappearing rapidly and a raven head appearing slowly from behind it all. He couldn't help but feel a pang of loss because the sight reminded him so much of Gohan.
She waited until she had finished, sighed in contentment, leaned back, and smiled wanly at him to answer, "Is there a last name to go with that, Trunks?" she folded her hands in her lap and sat up straight as she awaited an answer, still smiling in contentment.
"Briefs," he replied, as emotionless as he could, trying to work out the true nature of the girl as she sat there as laid back as possible.
"Ah, very interesting." She raised one eyebrow, and, apparently feeling the discussion was over, stood up, gathered all the dirty dishes, and stuck them in the sink to wash.
Trunks felt cheated now. He had given her his name and was suddenly dying to know everything about her. "So, do you happen to have a name?" He felt it was the best way to ask the question, even though his nerves were jumping in anticipation and anxiety. It was almost as if he could sense something was about to happen as soon as she spoke, but he was not prepared for her answer.
"Pan Son," she said it while washing dishes, completely unprepared for Trunks' reaction, just as he was unprepared for her answer.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I am shoooo done..isnt' it long? Aren't you proud of me?!?!?! Yeah that's what I thought.but really, I'm proud of myself. I managed to get two, count 'em TWO paragraphs chock full of chewing-out-ness in one chapter doods! Special thanks to Deathbycookie15 and V Son Sayian! They each reviewed like, 4 times or something! Wowee! AND OF COURSE TOADY!!!!!! EGAD! SHE'S WONDERFUL. And also my best friend. Ooooh, I'm listenin' to Queen. Are youuuu!?!?!? I'm also part of the OOCCFWMTFL but you can only be part if you drink excessive amounts of rum (don't worry, I don't, I'm underage, but Captain Jack Sparrow does!), are a very handsome teenage boy, are obsessed with cartoon characters (wouldn't that automatically qualify everyone here?) and have met a friend through froot loops. Yesh, our admittance standards are pretty high. Well, it's the last day of summer for me, so have fun with the last chapter you'll get for a while...ta luvs!!!!!!!!!!
Q: Is Chris Sabat the coolest guy or what?
A: He's a little long winded and has the breath of a banshee, but I can put up with him for at least 45 minutes at a time.
-Do I even have to say it anymore? The.interview.with.Eric.Vale.
Chapter 7:
'Where in the heck am I?' was the only thought Pan could form as she lay, almost senseless, on some strange bed. Pain coursed through her and she strived to remember exactly what had happened last night. She gritted her teeth and tried to sit up but as she did, and as her broken rib gave her a sudden reminder that she should be lying down, the memory of her tumble into the cliff wall came back to her. And everything else. And the purple-haired man. She lay herself back down. 'Why in the world would he be there? He was flying. And fighting. I saw him. Or maybe I was just delusional with pain.'
The next thing that came back was her near-death at 17's hands. She brought her hand up to her throat and winced as her fingertips brushed against it. 'No wonder my throat hurts so much. I can barely even swallow.' She held her hand up so she could look at it and realized that all her wounds had been carefully bandaged and taken care of. She panicked slightly at the loss of her necklace, which she had never taken off before in her life, but knew that finding out where she was was much more important. 'But what about.' She lifted up her dress, almost afraid of what she might find, and saw that her whole stomach was bound tightly, the reason it had been so hard to sit up. She prayed silently to Dende that a woman had rendered this dressing.
She looked at her surroundings for the first time. It was a rather large room but the view from the window told her she was high up so she suspected she was in an apartment. The room had been painted an aquamarine blue but the paint was barely visible through all the sketches and designs on the walls and ceilings. They were all of one intricate machine. She was too far away to study one closely though, so she just assumed that this room belonged to a scientist of some sort. There were odd little contraptions all over the room. Some were whirring and clicking and she had no idea how they worked or what they did.
Finally she decided that she had to get up. She couldn't just let herself stay in bed, vulnerable. She braced herself and got ready to move, however painful it might be. '1.2.3.' she sat up and almost screamed. Not only was she in pain because of her wounds, but she was sore all over. All of her muscles had tensed up without the hot shower she usually took after a fight or training. 'Aw great, if I'm in any danger at all, I can barely move. Wonderful.' She got up slowly, trying not to over-exert herself, and stood shakily on the ground in triumph. She walked over to the door, slowly at first, and then quickly as she got used to her sore muscles. Silently she opened the door, trying not to make a sound.
She tiptoed out, and then realized she would make less noise if she hovered silently above the ground. So she lifted herself off the ground just enough for her feet not to touch. 'This "apartment" is more like a penthouse.' she thought as she observed the huge living room in which she found herself. A big screen plasma TV, leather sofas, wood flooring, glass coffee table. 'Someone knows how to live in luxury.' One side of the room was just a huge pane of glass that looked out onto the city. And though she knew she was supposed to be cautious in this new, and potentially dangerous, setting, she couldn't resist moving right up and pressing her nose against the glass. "That's amazing." she whispered to herself, completely forgetting where she was for the moment.
"Dende! You shouldn't even be up yet! Why are you out of bed?!?" Pan spun around at the speed of light, releasing a ki ball directly at the source of the noise at the same time. She watched as the man from the night before casually brushed it away and watched it hit and destroy the wall of the hallway behind him. He was wearing the same thing as the night before, a black tank top, pants and a purple (A/N: and really cool!) jacket and was rubbing his forehead sleepily in an attempt to wake himself up further. His hair was tousled from sleep so he had obviously slept in those clothes.
Pan was breathing heavily, and her stomach felt about to burst with the tightly wrapped bandages around it. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same thing but right now I need to brush my teeth. And eat. And take a shower. And probably clean up whatever injuries I got last night. So just make yourself at home I suppose. The kitchen's over there," he pointed a finger to his right where there was an open door, "if you want to make something for yourself. I expect you're hungry. And probably tired. So you might want to get a few more hours of sleep. Once I'm done getting ready for the day I can make you breakfast if you want." He turned and dragged himself out, leaving Pan standing speechless at her cold rebuttal.
'It's him.of COURSE it's him. It's ALWAYS him! How could it NOT be him?!!? He probably has my necklace, that jerk. Dende, I don't even know him and he pisses me off.' Pan was getting lost in her thoughts when her stomach gave her a very polite reminder that it was not full. 'I have to eat something.well, he said make myself at home! And the kitchen's that way so why not?' She walked into the kitchen, automatically searching for ingredients, and began to cook.(A/N: Well, she's lived by herself for a long time! Why not learn to cook?)
On the outside, Trunks had remained calm, acting as if the presence of a scantily clad, super-powered girl in his apartment was of every day proportions, but on the inside he was in total disarray. He had been trying to forget the events of the previous night, telling himself it was just a dream, and when he inspected himself and found the injuries he had sustained, he had mentally groaned and walked out to check on the girl when he had found her, floating, with her face pressed up against the window. He thought of how he had, as a foolish, tired act, put her to sleep in his mother's room. They had a guest room, so why had he automatically brought her there? It would have been painful to walk in there in full consciousness so he supposed he was grateful that she had saved him the mental journey. It was as he took his shower he thought of what he would say to her. He practiced mentally, trying to sound as if he were the epitome of calm and collected. 'Hey, want some breakfast?.No.Hey, my name is.no, that sounds like I'm at an AA meeting.' and so on.
So he toweled off (A/N: Trunks in a towel.yum. ;)), brushed his teeth, and got dressed, throwing on a plain white shirt (A/N: if you're dangerous, it's a wife-beater.;)) and jeans. He had inspected every injury and deduced that a hot shower had taken care of disinfecting so he was fine in that respect. He was finally ready to face her and probably try to make breakfast for the first time in his life (does cereal count?), so imagine his surprise as his nose was filled with the tantalizing scent of food. LOTS of food. His nose could tell. He walked quickly, trying to slow down, even in anticipation of food, and stepped coolly into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was the girl, flipping pancakes with a vengeance, as if they had done something to her. A very frustrated and angry look was on her face as she cooked, and a strand of hair (which she had put up in a ponytail) was hanging right in the middle of her face, causing her to have to blow it out of the way every few seconds and making her even more frustrated.
Truth be told, her frustration was the product of Trunks' kitchen, which had basically rotted away in the time that Bulma had been gone. Most of the cupboard space was occupied with Lucky Charms and Fruity Pebbles. When she had finally found the right ingredients to make pancakes, she couldn't find the bacon, and when she found the bacon, the eggs had to be excavated from the back of the fridge, which was crammed with TV dinners, which were supposed to be in the freezer anyways. By the time she had found everything to cook, she was extremely hungry and extremely mad at a man she didn't even know.
Trunks was still tired from the night before, which resulted in a yawn, "You *yawn* made food?" He stared as she masterfully flipped another pancake and placed it on top of the huge pile that seemed to be growing by the second.
She glared at him, "I made food for myself, if you want something you're on your own lucky leprechaun."
Trunks' mouth was already watering and it took all his self-restrain not to let himself drool as she paused from the pancakes to attend to the bacon, frying in its own fat and adding it to another huge pile of bacon. "But.but.I." he could barely bring himself to say it because somehow, in the middle of his kitchen, next to this girl it sounded shameful, "I saved you."
Obviously this had done it. This was the last straw. Her head snapped up, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she turned off the flames on the stove, turning the knobs so sharply that it was a miracle they didn't break. "Listen! I don't know who you are, or for that matter what you are, but I'd like to get one thing straight. You DID NOT save me. You did NOT save my life. I don't know what you were sniffing last night but this is what happened: We danced, it was wrong so I left. The androids were there so I fought them. Our stupid dance together made me lose concentration which is how I broke this rib," she gestured to her stomach, "so that's one strike against you. Also, I'm guessing since your house has devolved into the imaginary play-world of a ten-year-old, you have no maid or servants. Which means that YOU dressed this wound," again she pointed to her stomach, "which is the second strike against you. I don't care if my rib is frigging broken, I don't want a man to put his hand up my dress, got it? I would've been fine on my own! And lastly, if you hadn't shown up at just the opportune moment, I wouldn't have gotten body slammed and choked half to death! Strike three. I would've been fine with the androids if you hadn't shown up. And I don't know what happened after I passed out, but right now, I'm hungry, and I'm pissed off, so don't go asking for my food! Got it?" She was breathing heavily now. Trunks was now just as angry as she was (sayajin heritage) and was about to retort rather sharply but apparently she had remembered something else he had done wrong and continued, "OH! And what about my necklace?!?!? How DARE you take that off my neck?? Any idiot could see my neck isn't swelling and I've NEVER taken that necklace off. NEVER!!! Do you know how much that means to me? You've just RUINED IT!!!!! So give it back and after I'm finished eating I can go home!" She violently turned back to her work, leaving Trunks standing there, shocked.
Now Trunks was fighting to keep his fists down by his sides instead of slamming them into her face. A vein was going in his forehead and, really, he looked almost exactly like his deceased father standing there, getting completely and totally enraged with Bulma. But Trunks didn't know any of that. All he knew was that this seemingly charming young girl was an ungrateful brat (A/N: er.insert another word here, but I don't cuss, so use your imagination! ^_^;;) and was standing in HIS kitchen eating HIS food. His thoughts strayed for an instant as, once again, his nose filled with the scent of frying bacon, 'Where did I get bacon? Heck, where did I get eggs? And stuff to make pancakes?' But his mind snapped back to reality as he realized he wouldn't get any of the food that was rightfully his. And he was HUNGRY. He had taken her in hadn't he? He was showing her hospitality! Shouldn't he get some of that delicious food which she surely couldn't eat all by herself?
"No, you listen! I did too save your butt and you know it!!! It sure as heck isn't MY fault if dancing with you distracted you. That's YOUR fault! And, by the way, absolutely WONDERFUL how you left me standing in the middle of the dance floor like an idiot! Sheesh! Secondly, what did you want me to do with your broken rib?!?!? Let it just sit there overnight while you toss and turn? Oh yeah, that's a good idea.And it doesn't matter WHEN I showed up, I just did. It isn't my fault that you were just floating there in mid-air, staring at me like an idiot!!! You LET 17 slam you into the side of a cliff!!" Now he began to mock Pan in her previous tirade by making his voice higher and moving his head from side to side trying to imitate her, "Also, I'm guessing that since you didn't even have the strength to block, defend, or evade his attack, you probably wouldn't have been okay with the androids seeing as how you passed out from lack of oxygen!!!" Pan stood in shock, her mouth hanging open (lucky the stove-top wasn't on) as Trunks continued, (now in a normal, but very loud, voice) "And AFTER you passed out, I fought off the androids long enough to bring you back here, TO MY HOUSE! And I don't even know you! Talk about hospitality! I could've just left you out there to die, which, right now, doesn't seem like such a bad idea. And I dressed all your wounds so you wouldn't DIE and I'm letting you eat all my food, so I think I deserve at least a 'thank you' if not breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!" He stopped finally, panting because his voice had been slowly rising in octaves since he had begun. He remembered the last thing that she had said and felt he had to respond to that too, "Oh, and about that stupid necklace!!!! How was I supposed to know it was a family heirloom?!?! It was common sense to take if off, especially if you'd just been strangled. But if you're that eager to leave, and all you need is this stupid necklace, well here," he reached into his pocket and tossed it to her.
She caught it deftly and, after putting the necklace back on, returned to cooking breakfast without a word. Her cheeks were flushed with anger and her pancake flipping had gotten so violent that Trunks worried one might end up on the ceiling. Trunks, normally a very, very soft-spoken man, was almost regretful of his rant. That is, until the girl suddenly turned around, pulled down her bottom eyelid and stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine, you can have some of my breakfast." she said reluctantly, her tone of voice bossy and almost demanding, "how many pancakes do you want?" The whole time she kept her eyes on her work and her eyebrows arched as she asked the question condescendingly.
Trunks shifted uneasily and told himself that he wouldn't have yelled at her if he'd known she would offer him breakfast. "Well.how many of those can you actually eat?" he pointed to the pancakes.
"All of them and more." she answered without looking up.
"Then I want as many as you have." He answered, smirking slightly because he didn't believe she could actually eat that much food.
"Fine, but it's going to take a while. Why don't you take these and I can make some for myself." She picked up the plate, which almost looked like it was sagging under the strain of the weight and set it on the table, along with some syrup and butter that she had dug up from the fridge. "Help yourself. But I highly doubt you can eat ALL of it."
Trunks grinned, keeping his eyes on the food the whole time and unscrewed the cap of the syrup instead of using the pop-top and proceeding to empty almost the whole bottle onto his giant pile of pancakes. "Just watch me." He began to eat with the ferocity that only a sayajin possesses.
Pan watched him curiously, wondering where exactly she knew that eating 'technique' from, and she realized with a start that her father had sat down to the table, his mouth stretched wide open, bending down closely so he could shovel in as much food as possible and ate exactly like this young man. She averted her eyes and went back to cooking her breakfast as her stomach rumbled and reminded her that it was definitely not full. "So you only like syrup on your pancakes?"
"Yaghm," Trunks managed to get out with his mouth full and food flying out. Pan understood it to be affirmative. After a couple of minutes, Pan had created another stack of pancakes, this one bigger than the last, and sat down to eat it at the table with the eggs she had prepared and the bacon, which she had not shared with Trunks. Instead of syrup, she took the tray of butter and dumped it over her pancakes. By this time, Trunks had already finished his (well, for a sayjin) meager meal and was eyeing her food hungrily.
Now Pan had begun to eat with the same ferocity as Trunks and was quite enjoying herself now that her stomach was full. Trunks was still looking at her, or rather, her food, as he tried to get a conversation started without the untimely rumbling of his stomach cutting in. "Well, listen, I know we got off to a bad start and everything, but I'm assuming it's just because we were both really hungry. So, um." he cleared his throat, searching for time because, honestly, he wasn't ready to pour out the secret of his heritage and ancestry to this girl he had just met, but he was insanely curious as to how she had gotten so strong, "So, um, my name is Trunks," he looked up sheepishly, waiting for a reaction, but all he saw was the mound of food disappearing rapidly and a raven head appearing slowly from behind it all. He couldn't help but feel a pang of loss because the sight reminded him so much of Gohan.
She waited until she had finished, sighed in contentment, leaned back, and smiled wanly at him to answer, "Is there a last name to go with that, Trunks?" she folded her hands in her lap and sat up straight as she awaited an answer, still smiling in contentment.
"Briefs," he replied, as emotionless as he could, trying to work out the true nature of the girl as she sat there as laid back as possible.
"Ah, very interesting." She raised one eyebrow, and, apparently feeling the discussion was over, stood up, gathered all the dirty dishes, and stuck them in the sink to wash.
Trunks felt cheated now. He had given her his name and was suddenly dying to know everything about her. "So, do you happen to have a name?" He felt it was the best way to ask the question, even though his nerves were jumping in anticipation and anxiety. It was almost as if he could sense something was about to happen as soon as she spoke, but he was not prepared for her answer.
"Pan Son," she said it while washing dishes, completely unprepared for Trunks' reaction, just as he was unprepared for her answer.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I am shoooo done..isnt' it long? Aren't you proud of me?!?!?! Yeah that's what I thought.but really, I'm proud of myself. I managed to get two, count 'em TWO paragraphs chock full of chewing-out-ness in one chapter doods! Special thanks to Deathbycookie15 and V Son Sayian! They each reviewed like, 4 times or something! Wowee! AND OF COURSE TOADY!!!!!! EGAD! SHE'S WONDERFUL. And also my best friend. Ooooh, I'm listenin' to Queen. Are youuuu!?!?!? I'm also part of the OOCCFWMTFL but you can only be part if you drink excessive amounts of rum (don't worry, I don't, I'm underage, but Captain Jack Sparrow does!), are a very handsome teenage boy, are obsessed with cartoon characters (wouldn't that automatically qualify everyone here?) and have met a friend through froot loops. Yesh, our admittance standards are pretty high. Well, it's the last day of summer for me, so have fun with the last chapter you'll get for a while...ta luvs!!!!!!!!!!