Okay, so maybe I'm supposed to be working on English projects and
Spanish essays......but even I want to know what's gonna happen next.....soooooo,
I've decided to keep on writing. Thank you to all of those wonderful
reviewers. You guys make me feel awesome! Once again, I dedicate this
chapter to Toady.....in fact, I might as well dedicate the whole story to
Toady.
Her brain screamed in alarm, and her heart rate increased tenfold, but still her tears would not stem their fall. Not once had she cried when she'd been told that her father had been murdered, not once had she cried when she'd been told that her mother had passed away, but it seemed as if all the tears that should have fallen so long ago were determined to fall now. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move; her legs curled under her and splayed to the sides and her arms crossed tight over the one thing her father had left behind.
Trunks' mouth closed slowly, and he swallowed, preparing to speak. His mouth reopened, but no sound came out. The only thing he could think was, 'Oh Dende, what is she doing here......what did she have to come in here for?' The look in her eyes was enough to break any heart. It wasn't a look of being betrayed-he sensed that she had never let herself trust him to begin with-but the pain etched into them was haunting. Because, unlike her, when his mother had been killed, when Gohan had been killed, he had cried-he had let out every ounce of anger, but Pan, Pan had held everything in, and it was clearly written in her face.
Her sobs had stopped, but tears still ran freely down her face with no sign of stopping. The end of her nose had turned bright red, and her eyes had swelled but she was still intimidating and beautiful. He felt as though if he didn't explain himself he would be punished to the highest degree by this creature, and he was frightened of the consequences that lay in store for him. She couldn't overpower him physically, but he couldn't imagine life without her in it, and was afraid of what would happen if she decided to leave.
Finally, one strangled word managed to find its way out of his mouth: "Pan......" He couldn't force himself to utter another word. But he knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for not telling her, how stupid he had been. He wanted to beg her forgiveness and her trust, which she had never given him in the first place. He wanted, more than anything, for her to stop hurting.
And then, because it seemed as if words could not possibly make things right, he took a step towards her cautiously, as if he didn't want to frighten her. Her eyes traveled slowly down his body and rested on his feet, watching them pad across the white carpet towards her, and they watched in disbelief, as his knees dropped to the floor in front of her. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt strong arms encircle her, and she found her arms and face pressed against his bare chest.
A million alarm bells ran off in her head and she almost cursed out loud. Her eyes widened in fear and shock and she gasped sharply. Inwardly she screamed, 'This isn't right! He can't touch me! I need to get away!' But this did nothing to stop the sensations gathering in her midriff and she couldn't find the strength to push him away. Instead, she found that all she wanted to do was sit there, wrapped in his arms, and cry. Her stomach was fluttering now in a way that wasn't unpleasant, and she could hardly breathe. The way his skin felt, the heat that radiated from it and the feeling of lightheadedness that she was getting from being in such close proximity to someone---anyone, made her scared. Little by little, ice was melting from around her heart and the barrier between herself and another person was slipping away rapidly. She couldn't stop it now. Without knowing it, Pan had moved her arms around his neck and had buried her face in the hollow between his neck and chest. The ragged clothes had dropped from her hands now and the smell of citrus, stronger than ever, was invading her senses.
It was Trunks' turn to gasp in surprise as he felt her arms slip around his neck. They were so thin and fragile, waiting to be broken. He tightened his hold around her waist and raised one hand to cradle her head. And then he felt it.......his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly it was as if it was beating to a whole new rhythm. He hadn't realized it, but he too had built a wall around his heart, and being this close to Pan had stirred every emotion. When he was around her, his laugh, rare even when his mother had been alive, rang out at every one of her all-too-familiar antics.
'I barely even know her!' he screamed inside his head, 'I can't......feel like this if I don't even know her!' Just as she was screaming, 'I can't get attached to anyone! I know that if I do, I'll only be hurt again! No one can guarantee their life.....if he gets killed, then who will I have to hold on to?'
***
Videl watched as the wounds that had never quite healed in her daughter's heart were ripped savagely open again. She hadn't meant for it to be quite so emotional, but it was her sworn duty to force Pan to open up again. The tail of her host body flicked in frustration and the glassy eyes narrowed. She wanted to do something—anything....but what else could she do in a cat's body?
Videl slunk away from the doorway. She did feel guilty, but knowing the relatively few close moments that Pan and Trunks had shared, and knowing the amount of time left, she could only hope that Pan would finally allow herself to trust someone again. Trust Trunks. And this was only the beginning, because it couldn't be just trust---it had to be love. She clearly had a lot more work to do, and not enough time to do it in.
***
"I'm not angry anymore Trunks---it just hurts," she whispered in his ear, "It hurts like it should have a long time ago." They had held each other for an eternity it seemed, maybe longer. And after an eternity of silence, she was ready to tell him everything.
I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!! *sniff* I know I'm such a bad person. Make the few people who read this junk wait, and then have it turn out to be a short chapter. But I truly did have writer's block, I swear! And now I TOTALLY know where I'm going. Oy. So, hasta la vista! Until next time!!!!
Her brain screamed in alarm, and her heart rate increased tenfold, but still her tears would not stem their fall. Not once had she cried when she'd been told that her father had been murdered, not once had she cried when she'd been told that her mother had passed away, but it seemed as if all the tears that should have fallen so long ago were determined to fall now. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move; her legs curled under her and splayed to the sides and her arms crossed tight over the one thing her father had left behind.
Trunks' mouth closed slowly, and he swallowed, preparing to speak. His mouth reopened, but no sound came out. The only thing he could think was, 'Oh Dende, what is she doing here......what did she have to come in here for?' The look in her eyes was enough to break any heart. It wasn't a look of being betrayed-he sensed that she had never let herself trust him to begin with-but the pain etched into them was haunting. Because, unlike her, when his mother had been killed, when Gohan had been killed, he had cried-he had let out every ounce of anger, but Pan, Pan had held everything in, and it was clearly written in her face.
Her sobs had stopped, but tears still ran freely down her face with no sign of stopping. The end of her nose had turned bright red, and her eyes had swelled but she was still intimidating and beautiful. He felt as though if he didn't explain himself he would be punished to the highest degree by this creature, and he was frightened of the consequences that lay in store for him. She couldn't overpower him physically, but he couldn't imagine life without her in it, and was afraid of what would happen if she decided to leave.
Finally, one strangled word managed to find its way out of his mouth: "Pan......" He couldn't force himself to utter another word. But he knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for not telling her, how stupid he had been. He wanted to beg her forgiveness and her trust, which she had never given him in the first place. He wanted, more than anything, for her to stop hurting.
And then, because it seemed as if words could not possibly make things right, he took a step towards her cautiously, as if he didn't want to frighten her. Her eyes traveled slowly down his body and rested on his feet, watching them pad across the white carpet towards her, and they watched in disbelief, as his knees dropped to the floor in front of her. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt strong arms encircle her, and she found her arms and face pressed against his bare chest.
A million alarm bells ran off in her head and she almost cursed out loud. Her eyes widened in fear and shock and she gasped sharply. Inwardly she screamed, 'This isn't right! He can't touch me! I need to get away!' But this did nothing to stop the sensations gathering in her midriff and she couldn't find the strength to push him away. Instead, she found that all she wanted to do was sit there, wrapped in his arms, and cry. Her stomach was fluttering now in a way that wasn't unpleasant, and she could hardly breathe. The way his skin felt, the heat that radiated from it and the feeling of lightheadedness that she was getting from being in such close proximity to someone---anyone, made her scared. Little by little, ice was melting from around her heart and the barrier between herself and another person was slipping away rapidly. She couldn't stop it now. Without knowing it, Pan had moved her arms around his neck and had buried her face in the hollow between his neck and chest. The ragged clothes had dropped from her hands now and the smell of citrus, stronger than ever, was invading her senses.
It was Trunks' turn to gasp in surprise as he felt her arms slip around his neck. They were so thin and fragile, waiting to be broken. He tightened his hold around her waist and raised one hand to cradle her head. And then he felt it.......his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly it was as if it was beating to a whole new rhythm. He hadn't realized it, but he too had built a wall around his heart, and being this close to Pan had stirred every emotion. When he was around her, his laugh, rare even when his mother had been alive, rang out at every one of her all-too-familiar antics.
'I barely even know her!' he screamed inside his head, 'I can't......feel like this if I don't even know her!' Just as she was screaming, 'I can't get attached to anyone! I know that if I do, I'll only be hurt again! No one can guarantee their life.....if he gets killed, then who will I have to hold on to?'
***
Videl watched as the wounds that had never quite healed in her daughter's heart were ripped savagely open again. She hadn't meant for it to be quite so emotional, but it was her sworn duty to force Pan to open up again. The tail of her host body flicked in frustration and the glassy eyes narrowed. She wanted to do something—anything....but what else could she do in a cat's body?
Videl slunk away from the doorway. She did feel guilty, but knowing the relatively few close moments that Pan and Trunks had shared, and knowing the amount of time left, she could only hope that Pan would finally allow herself to trust someone again. Trust Trunks. And this was only the beginning, because it couldn't be just trust---it had to be love. She clearly had a lot more work to do, and not enough time to do it in.
***
"I'm not angry anymore Trunks---it just hurts," she whispered in his ear, "It hurts like it should have a long time ago." They had held each other for an eternity it seemed, maybe longer. And after an eternity of silence, she was ready to tell him everything.
I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!! *sniff* I know I'm such a bad person. Make the few people who read this junk wait, and then have it turn out to be a short chapter. But I truly did have writer's block, I swear! And now I TOTALLY know where I'm going. Oy. So, hasta la vista! Until next time!!!!