Oh yeah, in case you haven't noticed by now, I have a flair for the
dramatic...thus Pan's sudden heart attack/nausea (I'm not really sure
either) and all the other cheesy stuff. But I would like to make everyone
realize that this story is made up of all my pent up ideas and scenes that
run through my head all day. This should actually be a movie (it would be
soooo much better) but unfortunately, I don't have millions of dollars at
my disposal sooooooo..I am forced to release the ideas and such into
writing. Making it sound cheesy. Like that. Okay, enough with the rant.
Let's get on with the story...cuz it's not that I don't like writing, I can
just visualize the thing so much better in my head and its almost
impossible to describe.
Chapter 11
Pan was angry. A two-hour long spar that tested all of her endurance had eventually resulted in Trunks pinning her to the ground while she gasped for breath and admitted defeat. A cut below her eye bled and drops of blood fell into her mouth. She had never had such an intense training session, and although she could already feel the differences between fighting inanimate objects and half-sayajins making her body stronger, her pride wouldn't allow her to feel satisfied because she had lost.
She wiped the blood and sweat from her face as Trunks walked into the kitchen where she was. He looked up to see her glaring at him. He chuckled, "Don't be a sore loser Pan." She stuck her tongue out at him and splashed her face with water. "Pan, you were amazing. I mean, you're only a quarter sayjin and you're...well...a..."
Pan finished his sentence, "A girl? Is that what you were going to say? Well this girl has fed you and kept this house clean (and believe me, it really needed to be cleaned) for the past 3 weeks. So if you don't want any more edible food, you can go back to eating Lucky Charms for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" By this time, her cheeks were red, and she was furious, not so much for losing, but from hearing such a chauvinistic comment from someone whom she thought would've been more sensitive than the average male, having lost his mom.
She stalked off towards the bathroom, presumably to take a shower. Trunks, realizing his mistake, called out to her. "Pan, wait! I didn't mean it that way!" But she was already gone. He clapped his hand to his forehead in frustration and sighed. He hadn't known she would take it that way. Sayajin females really were weaker than the males, as he'd learned via his mom via his dad. Or perhaps it was just his father's arrogance that had led him to say something like that. Either way, Trunks was tired and sweaty, and he desperately needed a shower. He sighed heavily and followed Pan down the hall to take a shower himself.
***
Pan was dry now and her anger abated. She found that she couldn't be angry with him for long. She walked down the hallway to the kitchen to get food to replenish her energy and on the way she passed Trunks' room. Surprisingly, the door was open. Throughout the past 3 weeks, Trunks had never left his door open except for right before he went to bed because he didn't want Star roaming around his room. Without Trunks in it to distract her, she examined every aspect of the room. Dirty clothes and underwear hung everywhere and the floor was barely visible. Everything about it was drab. The walls were white, the bed sheets were white, and the clothes strewn about on the floor weren't eye-catching in muted shades of black and gray. The only colorful things in the room were his two Capsule Corp. jackets draped over the headboard and a picture of something that lay on top of the nightstand. She knew he wouldn't want her snooping around in his room, but she could still hear the shower running and she figured she'd have enough time to glance at the picture that had suddenly become so curious to her.
She crept in, hovering just above the ground so that she wouldn't have to step all over his junk on the floor. As she drew closer, she could make out a shock of bright blue hair. The same aquamarine color that she had awoken to after her last unsuccessful fight against the androids, during which Trunks had come to her rescue. As she took the frame in her hands she knew exactly who the three people in the picture were. The blue haired woman was grinning wildly and holding a small bundle that she was sure was Trunks. Beside her stood a scowling man who had his arms crossed. Despite his facial expression, his eyes said that he was deeply in love with the woman next to him.
Trunks had said very little about his parents and Pan hadn't bothered to pry into his history, but who else could these people be? She'd seen the smile on the woman's face imprinted onto Trunks' every time he found something funny. And Trunks' dynamic stance and trademark scowl (as she had recently witnessed) were apparent in every aspect of the black-haired man.
Pan was preparing to leave the room, knowing she had already stayed too long to assure that Trunks wouldn't walk in on her, when Star walked in. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but Trunks was slightly allergic to cats, and had already yelled innumerable profanities at Star when she had left several "presents" for him on the living room couch, and even one on his pillow right before bed. Pan's eyes narrowed as she resigned herself to the task of catching the mischievous cat.
She dove over Trunks' bed with sayajin speed trying to grab Star before she darted under the bed, but she was too late. She inhaled sharply in frustration and realized how strongly the bed smelled like Trunks. A citrus-y smell combined with the scent of chocolate....more specifically chocolate-covered gummi bears. Then she realized the only reason the bed smelled like gummi-bears was because he had a huge bag of them on his nightstand. 'Why hasn't he shared them with me!!!' she thought indignantly as she realized that while she'd been in deep meditation on Trunks' (A/N: reeeeeeealy comfy) bed, her cat had been dragging something out from underneath the bed. She slid off the bed on the other side and caught sight of the raggedy orange thing that Star was trying desperately to drag out. She lifted up the bedskirt and pulled out a box from which her cat had managed to procure the orange thing.
She untangled it from Star's claws and unfolded it, holding it up to the light in front of her. And, as the realization of what it was hit her, she gasped in a mixture of surprise and pain. After all the time she'd spent trying to forget, she wasn't prepared for her memories to be thrown cruelly back at her. Her eyes blurred with tears as she gazed upon the last artifact that her father had left in this world---his orange and blue gi that had once been Goku's. The Son family's crest was embroidered in bold black on the back and it retained every ounce of pride that it had once stood for, but there were myriads of holes, rips and tears, and, even more painful, a shock of red blood that bloomed from the collar, laying on the outfit like a scar.
She clutched it to her chest and felt full-fledged tears well up inside her closed eyes. They fell softly and landed on the orange material. She opened her eyes and noticed the box that the gi had come from. On the top of the pile there was another unframed picture, of her father, right before his death she guessed, by his lack of an arm, standing next to a young boy of about 14 or 15 with lavender hair. Underneath the picture was another stack of pictures that made it look as if Gohan had been Trunks' father and they had been one happy family. When her father had told her he was going to train, he must've meant with Trunks. Another outfit of her father's, a simple work outfit, was underneath the pictures. A small brown cloth bag was at the bottom of the box. She recognized it as the bag that her father carried senzu beans in.
Pan couldn't hold in the pain any longer. She began to sob like a little girl, and she didn't realize, so enveloped in her own misery, that the noises of the water hitting tile were gone and that Trunks was standing, still wet, (A/N: doncha just loooooove me?) in a pair of jeans (A/N: and nothing else...makes it more romantic...you'll see) by the door, watching her, mouth agape.
Finito!!!!! Anotha' chapta'!!! Oooooooo it's gonna get gooooood!!!! Bwahahahahahaaaaaaa!!!! I dedicate this chapter to Toady, who can't read any of this because her dad is eeeevil. Bye all!!!!
Chapter 11
Pan was angry. A two-hour long spar that tested all of her endurance had eventually resulted in Trunks pinning her to the ground while she gasped for breath and admitted defeat. A cut below her eye bled and drops of blood fell into her mouth. She had never had such an intense training session, and although she could already feel the differences between fighting inanimate objects and half-sayajins making her body stronger, her pride wouldn't allow her to feel satisfied because she had lost.
She wiped the blood and sweat from her face as Trunks walked into the kitchen where she was. He looked up to see her glaring at him. He chuckled, "Don't be a sore loser Pan." She stuck her tongue out at him and splashed her face with water. "Pan, you were amazing. I mean, you're only a quarter sayjin and you're...well...a..."
Pan finished his sentence, "A girl? Is that what you were going to say? Well this girl has fed you and kept this house clean (and believe me, it really needed to be cleaned) for the past 3 weeks. So if you don't want any more edible food, you can go back to eating Lucky Charms for breakfast, lunch and dinner!" By this time, her cheeks were red, and she was furious, not so much for losing, but from hearing such a chauvinistic comment from someone whom she thought would've been more sensitive than the average male, having lost his mom.
She stalked off towards the bathroom, presumably to take a shower. Trunks, realizing his mistake, called out to her. "Pan, wait! I didn't mean it that way!" But she was already gone. He clapped his hand to his forehead in frustration and sighed. He hadn't known she would take it that way. Sayajin females really were weaker than the males, as he'd learned via his mom via his dad. Or perhaps it was just his father's arrogance that had led him to say something like that. Either way, Trunks was tired and sweaty, and he desperately needed a shower. He sighed heavily and followed Pan down the hall to take a shower himself.
***
Pan was dry now and her anger abated. She found that she couldn't be angry with him for long. She walked down the hallway to the kitchen to get food to replenish her energy and on the way she passed Trunks' room. Surprisingly, the door was open. Throughout the past 3 weeks, Trunks had never left his door open except for right before he went to bed because he didn't want Star roaming around his room. Without Trunks in it to distract her, she examined every aspect of the room. Dirty clothes and underwear hung everywhere and the floor was barely visible. Everything about it was drab. The walls were white, the bed sheets were white, and the clothes strewn about on the floor weren't eye-catching in muted shades of black and gray. The only colorful things in the room were his two Capsule Corp. jackets draped over the headboard and a picture of something that lay on top of the nightstand. She knew he wouldn't want her snooping around in his room, but she could still hear the shower running and she figured she'd have enough time to glance at the picture that had suddenly become so curious to her.
She crept in, hovering just above the ground so that she wouldn't have to step all over his junk on the floor. As she drew closer, she could make out a shock of bright blue hair. The same aquamarine color that she had awoken to after her last unsuccessful fight against the androids, during which Trunks had come to her rescue. As she took the frame in her hands she knew exactly who the three people in the picture were. The blue haired woman was grinning wildly and holding a small bundle that she was sure was Trunks. Beside her stood a scowling man who had his arms crossed. Despite his facial expression, his eyes said that he was deeply in love with the woman next to him.
Trunks had said very little about his parents and Pan hadn't bothered to pry into his history, but who else could these people be? She'd seen the smile on the woman's face imprinted onto Trunks' every time he found something funny. And Trunks' dynamic stance and trademark scowl (as she had recently witnessed) were apparent in every aspect of the black-haired man.
Pan was preparing to leave the room, knowing she had already stayed too long to assure that Trunks wouldn't walk in on her, when Star walked in. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but Trunks was slightly allergic to cats, and had already yelled innumerable profanities at Star when she had left several "presents" for him on the living room couch, and even one on his pillow right before bed. Pan's eyes narrowed as she resigned herself to the task of catching the mischievous cat.
She dove over Trunks' bed with sayajin speed trying to grab Star before she darted under the bed, but she was too late. She inhaled sharply in frustration and realized how strongly the bed smelled like Trunks. A citrus-y smell combined with the scent of chocolate....more specifically chocolate-covered gummi bears. Then she realized the only reason the bed smelled like gummi-bears was because he had a huge bag of them on his nightstand. 'Why hasn't he shared them with me!!!' she thought indignantly as she realized that while she'd been in deep meditation on Trunks' (A/N: reeeeeeealy comfy) bed, her cat had been dragging something out from underneath the bed. She slid off the bed on the other side and caught sight of the raggedy orange thing that Star was trying desperately to drag out. She lifted up the bedskirt and pulled out a box from which her cat had managed to procure the orange thing.
She untangled it from Star's claws and unfolded it, holding it up to the light in front of her. And, as the realization of what it was hit her, she gasped in a mixture of surprise and pain. After all the time she'd spent trying to forget, she wasn't prepared for her memories to be thrown cruelly back at her. Her eyes blurred with tears as she gazed upon the last artifact that her father had left in this world---his orange and blue gi that had once been Goku's. The Son family's crest was embroidered in bold black on the back and it retained every ounce of pride that it had once stood for, but there were myriads of holes, rips and tears, and, even more painful, a shock of red blood that bloomed from the collar, laying on the outfit like a scar.
She clutched it to her chest and felt full-fledged tears well up inside her closed eyes. They fell softly and landed on the orange material. She opened her eyes and noticed the box that the gi had come from. On the top of the pile there was another unframed picture, of her father, right before his death she guessed, by his lack of an arm, standing next to a young boy of about 14 or 15 with lavender hair. Underneath the picture was another stack of pictures that made it look as if Gohan had been Trunks' father and they had been one happy family. When her father had told her he was going to train, he must've meant with Trunks. Another outfit of her father's, a simple work outfit, was underneath the pictures. A small brown cloth bag was at the bottom of the box. She recognized it as the bag that her father carried senzu beans in.
Pan couldn't hold in the pain any longer. She began to sob like a little girl, and she didn't realize, so enveloped in her own misery, that the noises of the water hitting tile were gone and that Trunks was standing, still wet, (A/N: doncha just loooooove me?) in a pair of jeans (A/N: and nothing else...makes it more romantic...you'll see) by the door, watching her, mouth agape.
Finito!!!!! Anotha' chapta'!!! Oooooooo it's gonna get gooooood!!!! Bwahahahahahaaaaaaa!!!! I dedicate this chapter to Toady, who can't read any of this because her dad is eeeevil. Bye all!!!!