"Gotta keep, one jump, ahead of the breadline, one swing ahead of the
sword! I steal, only what I can't afford! (And that's everything!)" I'll
give you a Homestar marshmallow if you tell me what
movie/song/singer/whatever that song quote is from!!!! Yeah I know you
know Toady..don't sass me!!!! *Licks bottom lip* All right, enough
silliness (is it just me or do I sound like Archibald the asparagus?) and
on to the story!!!
Q: You people are so funny. How can you be that funny?
A: Huh? -Gah.if you don't know by now, there's no hope for you people.
"Pan Son."
He could hear the words echoing through his head, but he wasn't sure if what he had heard had been real or just a figment of his imagination. The last name, surely it wasn't right. It couldn't be, could it? Just a fluke. There could be loads of Sons running about. 'No.she couldn't be.if she was.' He stared as she turned around, eyeing him quizzically. One eyebrow was arched, and her beautiful mouth was opened slightly as if she was about to form a question.
There was no mistaking it. It was Gohan Son in every mannerism, every look, everything, now that he looked back on it. Perhaps he hadn't had quite her temper, but his passionate voice rung out in hers, and there she stood, looking almost Goku-like in her confusion.
"Um, hello?" her eyebrow went down and she turned away again, "Are you okay?" Now her voice was cynical, and there was no mistaking her tone; the one Gohan used whenever he wanted to tease or upset him mom.
She turned back to washing the dishes, unassuming and unaware of Trunks' extreme inner anguish.
"Listen, I have to ask you something. I hope you don't think I'm prying, but I have to know. What's your father's name?" The question was asked shakily, in eager anticipation of an answer. 'This is crazy!' he thought, 'She's not going to say it. Gohan would have told me if he had had a daughter! But she's the right age and.stop!'
At this she whirled around again, and Trunks could see her temper flaring again. "How dare you ask about that?!?" she yelled. And then her face turned stony, and her eyes turned from fire to ice. "Sorry, it's just, my father.passed away.some time ago." At this Trunks' stomach did a flip-flop. "His name was Gohan if you want to know." There was silence for at least a minute, each of the two staring off into space, contemplating the answer.
"Why.why did you want to know?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant, leaning against the extensive granite countertop. Trunks noticed that her skin had adopted a greenish tint and she looked as if she was about to be sick.
Two choices now stood before him-tell her, or leave her in the dark, although since she had already seen him flying, there would be questions, and he knew he couldn't lie his way out of this one. "That's why you could fly, isn't it? You're a sayajin." Trunks advanced upon her slowly, watching her ebony eyes widen in amazement and horror. She opened her mouth to say something and he cut her off before she could say anything. "You eat like a sayajin, and you can fly, and obviously you can fight like one too. You must be at least one-fourth, but I can't figure out why Gohan wouldn't tell me something like this." His voice trailed off, and clearly he was thinking deeply about something. As he looked up, Pan was still staring at him in disbelief, but this time she looked tenser-coiled and ready to spring if he were to come any closer.
When she spoke, her voice echoed throughout the now empty-feeling kitchen, and filled Trunks' ears with mistrust, confusion, and anger. The cadence of her words was slow and menacing, "I want you to explain everything you've just said. I want you to explain how you know what I am, and how you know my father." The glare that accompanied her words was enough to let Trunks know that he was in danger with a sayajin who didn't trust him.
He took a deep breath, preparing for the plunge, and began, slowly at first, to show her that he had nothing to hide. "My father was a sayajin- the Prince of all Sayajins actually." He explained the history of sayajins, most of which Pan had already known, through her father's stories, but she dared not interrupt him. When he had finished with the battle of the androids, in which everyone except her father had died, he got to the part that Pan hadn't known, that her father had taken special pains not to tell her. "Before going into battle, my father made Gohan promise to take care of his wife, my mom, Bulma. What he didn't know was that Bulma was pregnant with me and that he wouldn't get to live to see his child. Gohan was fourteen when that battle was fought and soon after, I was born. How old are you?"
"I turned eighteen yesterday." She answered, devoid of emotion.
"Ah." he continued with slight embarrassment, "Happy Birthday. Anyways, you're only four years younger than me, which means Gohan must've gotten your mother pregnant when he was eighteen. Which reminds me, who is your mother?"
Pan sat, staring at the table, looking half-dead as she spoke, "Videl Satan. And my mother was only sixteen when she had me, she was two years younger than my dad." She looked up at Trunks and he watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek, only to be brushed away by a scornful hand. "Sayajins don't cry." She whispered, quickly looking back down at the table, clearly embarrassed.
Trunks opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but all that came out was a meek, "I wonder why he never told us?"
"Did." Pan swallowed as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, "Did you ever find out how he.how he died?"
"I-um.it was the androids, but I didn't see it. He knocked me out so I couldn't go with him. He said it was too dangerous and that I was just a distraction." He glanced at her and the pain that was etched in her face was almost too much for him to bear. "But hey, at least you knew your father. Mine was dead long before I could ever have gotten to know him. And---my mom was killed not too long ago."
"The androids?"
"Yeah, but it was my fault. I---" He was cut off by a sharp gasp from Pan. It looked as if her heart had stopped for a split second. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes were wide open.
She groaned in pain, "Something's wrong. The androids did something but---my cat! Oh Dende.Star is still at home!! Listen Trunks, I need to go home NOW. Thanks for the hospitality." She darted from her chair and sprinted to the door, with Trunks chasing after her.
"Wait, I'm coming with you!" He yelled, as she took off outside the door. He shot upwards, following her. "Do you even know how to get home?" He shouted as he caught up with her.
"This is Trent isn't it? I recognize the Statesmen's Building. I can find my way home from here."
He nodded in confirmation as he tried desperately to keep up with her. She acted as if she were possessed. They flew onward, over the city and over the expanses of grassland and desert that now lay between every city, where the rest of civilization used to dwell. Soon they had reached a small town at the foothills of a large, snowy mountain. She dove downwards, and Trunks felt his heart beat increase as he realized that flames had engulfed a section of the town.
Pan felt her insides twist as she realized that her apartment complex, one of the tallest buildings, was now lying in ruins on the ground, with the dead bodies of its inhabitants lying everywhere. She landed amid the rubble of the slowly burning building, the flames reflected in her eyes, as she desperately called the name of her cat over and over again.
AHHHHH!!! Okay, okay, I know it wasn't exactly up to scratch, and you're all yelling, "Put some sexual tension between them!!!!" but we have to take it slowly or else it'll just be a mindless flirt-fest (not that there's anything wrong with those mind you! I love 'em!!!) but this story is going to have some depth darnit!!!! And for all of you wondering why I'm making such a big fricking deal over her cat.well, first of all I love cats and secondly, THAT SIGNAL IS OVER A THOUSAND FEET HIGH!!! I mean, secondly, I have a good reason and you won't find out unless you read and I decide to do all my homework super fast every day to work on a new chapter.ahem. That's all for now!
Q: You people are so funny. How can you be that funny?
A: Huh? -Gah.if you don't know by now, there's no hope for you people.
"Pan Son."
He could hear the words echoing through his head, but he wasn't sure if what he had heard had been real or just a figment of his imagination. The last name, surely it wasn't right. It couldn't be, could it? Just a fluke. There could be loads of Sons running about. 'No.she couldn't be.if she was.' He stared as she turned around, eyeing him quizzically. One eyebrow was arched, and her beautiful mouth was opened slightly as if she was about to form a question.
There was no mistaking it. It was Gohan Son in every mannerism, every look, everything, now that he looked back on it. Perhaps he hadn't had quite her temper, but his passionate voice rung out in hers, and there she stood, looking almost Goku-like in her confusion.
"Um, hello?" her eyebrow went down and she turned away again, "Are you okay?" Now her voice was cynical, and there was no mistaking her tone; the one Gohan used whenever he wanted to tease or upset him mom.
She turned back to washing the dishes, unassuming and unaware of Trunks' extreme inner anguish.
"Listen, I have to ask you something. I hope you don't think I'm prying, but I have to know. What's your father's name?" The question was asked shakily, in eager anticipation of an answer. 'This is crazy!' he thought, 'She's not going to say it. Gohan would have told me if he had had a daughter! But she's the right age and.stop!'
At this she whirled around again, and Trunks could see her temper flaring again. "How dare you ask about that?!?" she yelled. And then her face turned stony, and her eyes turned from fire to ice. "Sorry, it's just, my father.passed away.some time ago." At this Trunks' stomach did a flip-flop. "His name was Gohan if you want to know." There was silence for at least a minute, each of the two staring off into space, contemplating the answer.
"Why.why did you want to know?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant, leaning against the extensive granite countertop. Trunks noticed that her skin had adopted a greenish tint and she looked as if she was about to be sick.
Two choices now stood before him-tell her, or leave her in the dark, although since she had already seen him flying, there would be questions, and he knew he couldn't lie his way out of this one. "That's why you could fly, isn't it? You're a sayajin." Trunks advanced upon her slowly, watching her ebony eyes widen in amazement and horror. She opened her mouth to say something and he cut her off before she could say anything. "You eat like a sayajin, and you can fly, and obviously you can fight like one too. You must be at least one-fourth, but I can't figure out why Gohan wouldn't tell me something like this." His voice trailed off, and clearly he was thinking deeply about something. As he looked up, Pan was still staring at him in disbelief, but this time she looked tenser-coiled and ready to spring if he were to come any closer.
When she spoke, her voice echoed throughout the now empty-feeling kitchen, and filled Trunks' ears with mistrust, confusion, and anger. The cadence of her words was slow and menacing, "I want you to explain everything you've just said. I want you to explain how you know what I am, and how you know my father." The glare that accompanied her words was enough to let Trunks know that he was in danger with a sayajin who didn't trust him.
He took a deep breath, preparing for the plunge, and began, slowly at first, to show her that he had nothing to hide. "My father was a sayajin- the Prince of all Sayajins actually." He explained the history of sayajins, most of which Pan had already known, through her father's stories, but she dared not interrupt him. When he had finished with the battle of the androids, in which everyone except her father had died, he got to the part that Pan hadn't known, that her father had taken special pains not to tell her. "Before going into battle, my father made Gohan promise to take care of his wife, my mom, Bulma. What he didn't know was that Bulma was pregnant with me and that he wouldn't get to live to see his child. Gohan was fourteen when that battle was fought and soon after, I was born. How old are you?"
"I turned eighteen yesterday." She answered, devoid of emotion.
"Ah." he continued with slight embarrassment, "Happy Birthday. Anyways, you're only four years younger than me, which means Gohan must've gotten your mother pregnant when he was eighteen. Which reminds me, who is your mother?"
Pan sat, staring at the table, looking half-dead as she spoke, "Videl Satan. And my mother was only sixteen when she had me, she was two years younger than my dad." She looked up at Trunks and he watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek, only to be brushed away by a scornful hand. "Sayajins don't cry." She whispered, quickly looking back down at the table, clearly embarrassed.
Trunks opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but all that came out was a meek, "I wonder why he never told us?"
"Did." Pan swallowed as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, "Did you ever find out how he.how he died?"
"I-um.it was the androids, but I didn't see it. He knocked me out so I couldn't go with him. He said it was too dangerous and that I was just a distraction." He glanced at her and the pain that was etched in her face was almost too much for him to bear. "But hey, at least you knew your father. Mine was dead long before I could ever have gotten to know him. And---my mom was killed not too long ago."
"The androids?"
"Yeah, but it was my fault. I---" He was cut off by a sharp gasp from Pan. It looked as if her heart had stopped for a split second. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes were wide open.
She groaned in pain, "Something's wrong. The androids did something but---my cat! Oh Dende.Star is still at home!! Listen Trunks, I need to go home NOW. Thanks for the hospitality." She darted from her chair and sprinted to the door, with Trunks chasing after her.
"Wait, I'm coming with you!" He yelled, as she took off outside the door. He shot upwards, following her. "Do you even know how to get home?" He shouted as he caught up with her.
"This is Trent isn't it? I recognize the Statesmen's Building. I can find my way home from here."
He nodded in confirmation as he tried desperately to keep up with her. She acted as if she were possessed. They flew onward, over the city and over the expanses of grassland and desert that now lay between every city, where the rest of civilization used to dwell. Soon they had reached a small town at the foothills of a large, snowy mountain. She dove downwards, and Trunks felt his heart beat increase as he realized that flames had engulfed a section of the town.
Pan felt her insides twist as she realized that her apartment complex, one of the tallest buildings, was now lying in ruins on the ground, with the dead bodies of its inhabitants lying everywhere. She landed amid the rubble of the slowly burning building, the flames reflected in her eyes, as she desperately called the name of her cat over and over again.
AHHHHH!!! Okay, okay, I know it wasn't exactly up to scratch, and you're all yelling, "Put some sexual tension between them!!!!" but we have to take it slowly or else it'll just be a mindless flirt-fest (not that there's anything wrong with those mind you! I love 'em!!!) but this story is going to have some depth darnit!!!! And for all of you wondering why I'm making such a big fricking deal over her cat.well, first of all I love cats and secondly, THAT SIGNAL IS OVER A THOUSAND FEET HIGH!!! I mean, secondly, I have a good reason and you won't find out unless you read and I decide to do all my homework super fast every day to work on a new chapter.ahem. That's all for now!