Whoooo! Another chaaaaaapter. Really, I should be preparing for my in- class history essay which could take place at any time within the next 2 weeks (yeah, he's so evil, he's making it a 'surprise'---no notes or anything) but I feel like writing about something other than the effects of colonialism upon India, Southeast Asia, and Africa. And I've got a soccer tournament this weekend.....yay! Hopefully we can win something. We've got a kick-butt new forward, and of course ME on defense (no one gets past ) so we should do fine. Maybe if I make my chapters shorter I can get them out faster.......we'll see.
Without further ado---Chapter 14
She looked in upon the two sleeping. They seemed so peaceful, and after all that Trunks had experienced, he deserved a good few hours of quiet, refreshing, dreamless sleep. Pan of course hadn't realized exactly what had kept Trunks up half the night screaming in agony, but she knew enough to give him her undivided attention, which was, of course, the plan. Videl really had hated to ask Baba to do it, but did she have a choice? No. It was completely necessary if Trunks and Pan were ever going to get over their individual bouts of mental angst and figure out that they were destined to save something good from the wreckage created by the androids......together....
Besides, Trunks dream didn't necessarily have to come true---granted, it was a pretty accurate description of events to come.....but all of that could be avoided somehow. She just wasn't sure how. Baba, the little pink- haired witch lady of the Otherworld, was probably sleeping in mid-air right now and caressing her beloved crystal ball. At first Baba had objected to giving such a horrible nightmare to a man who was trying to save the world, but with a little persuasive skill, Videl had managed to get Baba to do it, telling her that the end would come faster this way. Videl smiled her catlike smile as she thought about Gohan, watching even now from above the earth. And now both Pan and Trunks were tangled together, dreaming nothing and feeling everything. Gohan was probably glowering angrily at the way his young and innocent daughter was laying with this much older man, and since he had also known about Trunks' dream, and had actually seen it, he was probably wanting to kill Trunks for the thoughts about his daughter which he knew Trunks had been having during said dream.
Pan's legs were intertwined with Trunks' in a hopeless mess, and his arms were set immovably around her waist. Her face was still against his chest, her arms pressed against it also, as if she were a small child who needed comforting---which, perhaps, she was. Her hair cascaded over his arms and trickled onto his neck, and his head was bent down to touch the top of hers. They looked so.....so.....Videl searched for the word. Happy. That was it. How often could two such tortured souls get away from the ugly reality for a few hours and just rest in each other's arms? Almost never, was her answer to her own question.
But now she was hungry, and she decided to leave the two in peace to go choke down some more disgusting cat food and try not to barf. The things she did for her daughter......
new scene
A bright light flooded the space between her eyelids and her eyeballs. She mentally urged it to go away, but even a quarter-sayajin couldn't manage to move the sun. Her head throbbed with pain. It was the feeling one got after a night of little rest and lots of tears. She half expected to be back in her old, rotting apartment, with her lonely, everyday routine, but even semi-conscious she was able to remember her new living arrangement. She slowly, painfully opened her eyes, not wanting to brave the sun, but feeling increasingly hungrier with every second. Instead of the white walls of her new room in Trunks' apartment, she saw only smooth, tan skin. She stiffened, realizing that the warmth she felt was much deeper than anything a blanket could provide---she was pressed up against someone. Trunks, to be more exact. Her eyes shot open immediately, and she turned her head upwards only to see his gorgeous, sleeping face come directly into her line of vision. He was breathing so deeply, so peacefully, that she really didn't have the heart to wake him up, not after remembering the terrible ordeal which he had undergone last night. His sharp features were completely relaxed, and his eyebrows weren't knitted in frustration or anger as they usually were. A small smile graced his lips, and she wondered what he was thinking.
Yes, what was he thinking? When she thought about it, she hadn't taken the time to get to know him at all. It had been one day after another of sparring and nearly silent meals, but had she ever taken the time to ask him what he was thinking? No. Although she had a feeling that after last night, they were going to have to start becoming a lot more comfortable with each other, as demonstrated by their choice of sleeping positions. She wasn't uncomfortable, but she wasn't used to physical contact with anyone, unless she was hitting someone. It felt so natural, just lying there on his bed, inhaling his citrus-y smell and feeling his warm breath on her face.
Of course, she would have to break contact sometime. For one thing, the experience she was having was much too.....enjoyable for her, and she didn't want to overload her senses. Their hips were pressed much too tightly together, and she felt a blush creep onto her face at the idea of what it implied. If their legs hadn't been permanently meshed together, she wouldn't be having such a problem, but should she be enjoying it as much as she was? She was feeling lightheaded, and she was absolutely sure that it was electricity and not blood that was running through her veins (A/N: and arteries! That's right, this week we're learning about the circulatory system!). Poor, poor Pan. Little did she know that what she was feeling was lust. Or was it love? In any event, Trunks had felt the same electricity between them last night, and it was her turn to feel embarrassed and confused this morning.
Not knowing if Trunks was a heavy sleeper or not, Pan experimented by gently sliding one of her legs out of Trunks'. Needless to say, the experiment failed, and Trunks stirred in his sleep. She also hadn't managed to extract her leg completely. So she was in the same predicament. Somehow the thought of Trunks waking up and finding her pressed up against him in that manner made her blush deepen even further. She didn't want him to think she was needy or childish for clinging onto him in such a manner. Not her---not being her cold, needless self. She still felt as if she must keep up the pretense of being emotionless, but it was getting harder and harder with every minute that passed.
She was still staring intently at his chest, trying to think of a way to untangle herself, when a soft, clear voice rang out above her head.
"Pan?" it said. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly in embarrassment because she knew that Trunks had just woken up. She looked up slowly, her face a brighter red than she could ever remember it being, and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes?" she said, in the most indifferent voice she could muster. She was very aware that her face was still flaming and that Trunks was looking down at her bemusedly.
"Don't you think we should.....um.....untangle ourselves?" he asked. His tone was slightly sarcastic, but the grin on his face spoke his true feelings. It said that he was truly amused to see Pan looking so flustered. And he was. Never before had he seen her so discomposed, so unlike her normal distant self. He wanted to laugh out loud at the sight of her brick red face. However, at the same time, he too wanted to blush. It wasn't just Pan clinging onto him---he was holding onto her as if his life depended on it.
As soon as Pan realized that she wasn't the only one guilty of foul play, she became her old, cynical self. "Yeah, we probably should. I was about to be squashed to death in your arms." She smirked up at him, telling him that she knew he was in trouble. He wouldn't blush, he just looked down at her blankly as she looked back up at him blankly.....
They both burst out laughing. The predicament was suddenly hilariously funny to both of them. But still, both of them were noticeably reluctant to let go of each other, and when they finally did, their eyes were locked the whole time. Pan slid off the bed, her hair tousled and her eyes puffy and red. And to Trunks, she had never looked so beautiful. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. Perhaps it was the fact that she had just spent the whole night with him, comforting him, and keeping him safe, but whatever it was, it was certainly attractive.
Suddenly a loud rumble emitted from his stomach, obviously a sign that food was required immediately. Pan rubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled warmly. "How about I make you some breakfast,"......
new scene
She had decided not to tell him. She sensed that he had been keeping something from her, so it was only fair for her to keep something from him. Especially since she knew that her "something" would cause more than a few embarrassing situations in the near future. She wanted to be truthful, really she did, but her pride was at stake, and she would never admit to what she had done---or rather, not done.
But the fact was, she was standing over a stove cooking bacon, unable to get her mind off of the last night's events. She kept reliving everything over and over again, and every time she did so, a new blush would creep onto her face. She could cover up by saying that the heat from the stove was making her hot, but she was still confused at the rather large amount of blushing she had been doing lately.
flashback type thing
She could remember how nice it was, sleeping peacefully in her bear- hug with Trunks before he had had the nightmare. Even sleeping, she was aware of his intense warmth and the synchronization of their breathing. It was probably the deepest sleep she'd ever had in her whole life. And she was suddenly woken up.
At first she couldn't tell what had startled her enough to wake her up from what she supposed was perfect bliss, but she soon realized that an even more blissful feeling had disturbed her slumber. As soon as full consciousness had been regained, she realized that Trunks hands were wandering all over her body. She gasped sharply and looked up, only to find his eyes closed. At first she had been alarmed and a little frightened because she had no idea how to stop him, but those feelings soon graduated into ones of intense satisfaction. His hands were warm, and strong and soft, and the way he caressed her was so gentle. The fingers of one of his hands were entwined in her hair, and the other hand was rubbing slowly up and down her back, sending chills to every part of her body. She knew she should have been disgusted---she should have started beating him for this act of seeming perverseness, but it didn't feel as if he was trying to grope her or take advantage of her (A/N Actually, Pan, in his dream he's trying to do both to you....sorry for the dissapointment---Trunks is a bad boy ;;---and hey, in all fairness, Trunks hasn't even touched a girl in the whole of his pathetic 22 year old existence, so he deserves a little female companionship, right?). It felt as if he were comforting her, for whatever reason. She was in heaven, however completely odd and disturbing the situation was---and it was certainly odd and disturbing.
Did all sayajins do things like this in their sleep? Was it possible that she admitted her deepest subconscious secrets to her pillow every night, or screamed aloud in agony with every nightmare? She tried to remember if she had ever woken up in someplace other than where she had gone to sleep, or if she'd ever woken up to find her furniture rearranged or something odd like that. Unfortunately, she found herself unable to concentrate because she was experiencing very sharp pain in the region of her scalp. Her eyes traveled upwards and found that Trunks' face was now twisted in agony, and his hands, only a moment ago so comforting, were now clenched into fists, regardless of how much of Pan's hair was still in them. The hand on her back that had so gently caressed her was now squeezing her to death. He was holding her to him so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She could feel the air being squeezed out of her lungs. She whimpered in pain, something she rarely ever did, and then she gasped in shock as she felt warm liquid trickle down her face. Trunks' fist was clenched so tightly that he had cut the skin on his own palm, and the blood was running over her scalp and her face. This was a nightmare, for not only Trunks, but herself.
She struggled to escape his deathly grasp, but she was getting increasingly dizzier with each passing second. Finally, instead of trying to push against him, she tried to slide out. After several agonizing seconds, she escaped and collapsed upon the floor, coughing and gasping.
When she had recovered, she stood up slowly to see Trunks sprawled out upon the bed, looking defenseless and as if he was in pain. The blood from his own hands was flowing across the white bed sheets and sweat poured down his face and chest. Slowly she approached again, weary of his violent behavior, and she called out his name to try and wake him up. This apparently served only to emit a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whimper of pain. Next she tried punching him lightly in the leg, but to no effect. Finally she took him by the shoulders and began to shake him violently in a last ditch attempt to rouse him from his tortuous sleep.
She ran to the bathroom and threw open the cupboard door, searching for a first aid kit---anything that would either help him wake up or let her bandage his hands. Quickly she found bandages and she grabbed a cup from the sink and filled it with water. She ran back and tried to lift up his hands so that she could clean them, but they seemed permanently glued to the bed.......
end of flashback type thing
Pan was snapped out of her silent reverie by a few drops of bacon grease splattering onto her arm from the hot pan. She cursed loudly, dropped the tongs she had been using to turn the bacon, and ran to the sink, turning on the cold water and jabbing her arm underneath the steady flow. Once she had cooled off sufficiently, both physically and mentally, she glanced around to find Trunks staring at her in a dreamlike trance, his elbow propped up on the table, and his head leaning on his hand. He still had that same silly smirk on his face as when he had woken up this morning.
Slowly he sat up straight, and with a grin still plastered onto his face, he formed the question, "What were you thinking about?" And Pan made a vow to let her thoughts voice themselves much more often.
Okay, okay, not really a cliffhanger or anything, so you can't TOTALLY hate me. Anyways, it was so hard to write this chapter, considering I only got ONE REVIEW!!!! That's fine for any of my other laymo chapters, but I busted my BUTT for chapter 13---and let me tell you, that whole "seductive- sexy-scene" thing is DEFINITELY not my thing, but the story needed something to pick it up a little. I worked really hard and totally came out of my shell, and all I get is one review from dear, dear MM.......sniff (not even Toady—who is ungrounded—deemed to bestow a review upon her best friend.....well, to be fair, I kinda printed out the chapter and gave it to her, and she told me in person what she thought of it, so I can't complain.....) at least MM supported me (computer-wise I mean)....okay enough with the guilt trip. I hate doing it but the reviews inspire me to write, and that's what I like to do. So anyways REVIEW!!!!! Oh, and by the way, we got 3rd in that soccer tournament, I kicked butt in my essay, and my finals went off pretty much without a hitch. Just in case anyone wanted to know—yeah right.
Without further ado---Chapter 14
She looked in upon the two sleeping. They seemed so peaceful, and after all that Trunks had experienced, he deserved a good few hours of quiet, refreshing, dreamless sleep. Pan of course hadn't realized exactly what had kept Trunks up half the night screaming in agony, but she knew enough to give him her undivided attention, which was, of course, the plan. Videl really had hated to ask Baba to do it, but did she have a choice? No. It was completely necessary if Trunks and Pan were ever going to get over their individual bouts of mental angst and figure out that they were destined to save something good from the wreckage created by the androids......together....
Besides, Trunks dream didn't necessarily have to come true---granted, it was a pretty accurate description of events to come.....but all of that could be avoided somehow. She just wasn't sure how. Baba, the little pink- haired witch lady of the Otherworld, was probably sleeping in mid-air right now and caressing her beloved crystal ball. At first Baba had objected to giving such a horrible nightmare to a man who was trying to save the world, but with a little persuasive skill, Videl had managed to get Baba to do it, telling her that the end would come faster this way. Videl smiled her catlike smile as she thought about Gohan, watching even now from above the earth. And now both Pan and Trunks were tangled together, dreaming nothing and feeling everything. Gohan was probably glowering angrily at the way his young and innocent daughter was laying with this much older man, and since he had also known about Trunks' dream, and had actually seen it, he was probably wanting to kill Trunks for the thoughts about his daughter which he knew Trunks had been having during said dream.
Pan's legs were intertwined with Trunks' in a hopeless mess, and his arms were set immovably around her waist. Her face was still against his chest, her arms pressed against it also, as if she were a small child who needed comforting---which, perhaps, she was. Her hair cascaded over his arms and trickled onto his neck, and his head was bent down to touch the top of hers. They looked so.....so.....Videl searched for the word. Happy. That was it. How often could two such tortured souls get away from the ugly reality for a few hours and just rest in each other's arms? Almost never, was her answer to her own question.
But now she was hungry, and she decided to leave the two in peace to go choke down some more disgusting cat food and try not to barf. The things she did for her daughter......
new scene
A bright light flooded the space between her eyelids and her eyeballs. She mentally urged it to go away, but even a quarter-sayajin couldn't manage to move the sun. Her head throbbed with pain. It was the feeling one got after a night of little rest and lots of tears. She half expected to be back in her old, rotting apartment, with her lonely, everyday routine, but even semi-conscious she was able to remember her new living arrangement. She slowly, painfully opened her eyes, not wanting to brave the sun, but feeling increasingly hungrier with every second. Instead of the white walls of her new room in Trunks' apartment, she saw only smooth, tan skin. She stiffened, realizing that the warmth she felt was much deeper than anything a blanket could provide---she was pressed up against someone. Trunks, to be more exact. Her eyes shot open immediately, and she turned her head upwards only to see his gorgeous, sleeping face come directly into her line of vision. He was breathing so deeply, so peacefully, that she really didn't have the heart to wake him up, not after remembering the terrible ordeal which he had undergone last night. His sharp features were completely relaxed, and his eyebrows weren't knitted in frustration or anger as they usually were. A small smile graced his lips, and she wondered what he was thinking.
Yes, what was he thinking? When she thought about it, she hadn't taken the time to get to know him at all. It had been one day after another of sparring and nearly silent meals, but had she ever taken the time to ask him what he was thinking? No. Although she had a feeling that after last night, they were going to have to start becoming a lot more comfortable with each other, as demonstrated by their choice of sleeping positions. She wasn't uncomfortable, but she wasn't used to physical contact with anyone, unless she was hitting someone. It felt so natural, just lying there on his bed, inhaling his citrus-y smell and feeling his warm breath on her face.
Of course, she would have to break contact sometime. For one thing, the experience she was having was much too.....enjoyable for her, and she didn't want to overload her senses. Their hips were pressed much too tightly together, and she felt a blush creep onto her face at the idea of what it implied. If their legs hadn't been permanently meshed together, she wouldn't be having such a problem, but should she be enjoying it as much as she was? She was feeling lightheaded, and she was absolutely sure that it was electricity and not blood that was running through her veins (A/N: and arteries! That's right, this week we're learning about the circulatory system!). Poor, poor Pan. Little did she know that what she was feeling was lust. Or was it love? In any event, Trunks had felt the same electricity between them last night, and it was her turn to feel embarrassed and confused this morning.
Not knowing if Trunks was a heavy sleeper or not, Pan experimented by gently sliding one of her legs out of Trunks'. Needless to say, the experiment failed, and Trunks stirred in his sleep. She also hadn't managed to extract her leg completely. So she was in the same predicament. Somehow the thought of Trunks waking up and finding her pressed up against him in that manner made her blush deepen even further. She didn't want him to think she was needy or childish for clinging onto him in such a manner. Not her---not being her cold, needless self. She still felt as if she must keep up the pretense of being emotionless, but it was getting harder and harder with every minute that passed.
She was still staring intently at his chest, trying to think of a way to untangle herself, when a soft, clear voice rang out above her head.
"Pan?" it said. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly in embarrassment because she knew that Trunks had just woken up. She looked up slowly, her face a brighter red than she could ever remember it being, and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
"Yes?" she said, in the most indifferent voice she could muster. She was very aware that her face was still flaming and that Trunks was looking down at her bemusedly.
"Don't you think we should.....um.....untangle ourselves?" he asked. His tone was slightly sarcastic, but the grin on his face spoke his true feelings. It said that he was truly amused to see Pan looking so flustered. And he was. Never before had he seen her so discomposed, so unlike her normal distant self. He wanted to laugh out loud at the sight of her brick red face. However, at the same time, he too wanted to blush. It wasn't just Pan clinging onto him---he was holding onto her as if his life depended on it.
As soon as Pan realized that she wasn't the only one guilty of foul play, she became her old, cynical self. "Yeah, we probably should. I was about to be squashed to death in your arms." She smirked up at him, telling him that she knew he was in trouble. He wouldn't blush, he just looked down at her blankly as she looked back up at him blankly.....
They both burst out laughing. The predicament was suddenly hilariously funny to both of them. But still, both of them were noticeably reluctant to let go of each other, and when they finally did, their eyes were locked the whole time. Pan slid off the bed, her hair tousled and her eyes puffy and red. And to Trunks, she had never looked so beautiful. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. Perhaps it was the fact that she had just spent the whole night with him, comforting him, and keeping him safe, but whatever it was, it was certainly attractive.
Suddenly a loud rumble emitted from his stomach, obviously a sign that food was required immediately. Pan rubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled warmly. "How about I make you some breakfast,"......
new scene
She had decided not to tell him. She sensed that he had been keeping something from her, so it was only fair for her to keep something from him. Especially since she knew that her "something" would cause more than a few embarrassing situations in the near future. She wanted to be truthful, really she did, but her pride was at stake, and she would never admit to what she had done---or rather, not done.
But the fact was, she was standing over a stove cooking bacon, unable to get her mind off of the last night's events. She kept reliving everything over and over again, and every time she did so, a new blush would creep onto her face. She could cover up by saying that the heat from the stove was making her hot, but she was still confused at the rather large amount of blushing she had been doing lately.
flashback type thing
She could remember how nice it was, sleeping peacefully in her bear- hug with Trunks before he had had the nightmare. Even sleeping, she was aware of his intense warmth and the synchronization of their breathing. It was probably the deepest sleep she'd ever had in her whole life. And she was suddenly woken up.
At first she couldn't tell what had startled her enough to wake her up from what she supposed was perfect bliss, but she soon realized that an even more blissful feeling had disturbed her slumber. As soon as full consciousness had been regained, she realized that Trunks hands were wandering all over her body. She gasped sharply and looked up, only to find his eyes closed. At first she had been alarmed and a little frightened because she had no idea how to stop him, but those feelings soon graduated into ones of intense satisfaction. His hands were warm, and strong and soft, and the way he caressed her was so gentle. The fingers of one of his hands were entwined in her hair, and the other hand was rubbing slowly up and down her back, sending chills to every part of her body. She knew she should have been disgusted---she should have started beating him for this act of seeming perverseness, but it didn't feel as if he was trying to grope her or take advantage of her (A/N Actually, Pan, in his dream he's trying to do both to you....sorry for the dissapointment---Trunks is a bad boy ;;---and hey, in all fairness, Trunks hasn't even touched a girl in the whole of his pathetic 22 year old existence, so he deserves a little female companionship, right?). It felt as if he were comforting her, for whatever reason. She was in heaven, however completely odd and disturbing the situation was---and it was certainly odd and disturbing.
Did all sayajins do things like this in their sleep? Was it possible that she admitted her deepest subconscious secrets to her pillow every night, or screamed aloud in agony with every nightmare? She tried to remember if she had ever woken up in someplace other than where she had gone to sleep, or if she'd ever woken up to find her furniture rearranged or something odd like that. Unfortunately, she found herself unable to concentrate because she was experiencing very sharp pain in the region of her scalp. Her eyes traveled upwards and found that Trunks' face was now twisted in agony, and his hands, only a moment ago so comforting, were now clenched into fists, regardless of how much of Pan's hair was still in them. The hand on her back that had so gently caressed her was now squeezing her to death. He was holding her to him so tightly that she couldn't breathe. She could feel the air being squeezed out of her lungs. She whimpered in pain, something she rarely ever did, and then she gasped in shock as she felt warm liquid trickle down her face. Trunks' fist was clenched so tightly that he had cut the skin on his own palm, and the blood was running over her scalp and her face. This was a nightmare, for not only Trunks, but herself.
She struggled to escape his deathly grasp, but she was getting increasingly dizzier with each passing second. Finally, instead of trying to push against him, she tried to slide out. After several agonizing seconds, she escaped and collapsed upon the floor, coughing and gasping.
When she had recovered, she stood up slowly to see Trunks sprawled out upon the bed, looking defenseless and as if he was in pain. The blood from his own hands was flowing across the white bed sheets and sweat poured down his face and chest. Slowly she approached again, weary of his violent behavior, and she called out his name to try and wake him up. This apparently served only to emit a noise somewhere between a grunt and a whimper of pain. Next she tried punching him lightly in the leg, but to no effect. Finally she took him by the shoulders and began to shake him violently in a last ditch attempt to rouse him from his tortuous sleep.
She ran to the bathroom and threw open the cupboard door, searching for a first aid kit---anything that would either help him wake up or let her bandage his hands. Quickly she found bandages and she grabbed a cup from the sink and filled it with water. She ran back and tried to lift up his hands so that she could clean them, but they seemed permanently glued to the bed.......
end of flashback type thing
Pan was snapped out of her silent reverie by a few drops of bacon grease splattering onto her arm from the hot pan. She cursed loudly, dropped the tongs she had been using to turn the bacon, and ran to the sink, turning on the cold water and jabbing her arm underneath the steady flow. Once she had cooled off sufficiently, both physically and mentally, she glanced around to find Trunks staring at her in a dreamlike trance, his elbow propped up on the table, and his head leaning on his hand. He still had that same silly smirk on his face as when he had woken up this morning.
Slowly he sat up straight, and with a grin still plastered onto his face, he formed the question, "What were you thinking about?" And Pan made a vow to let her thoughts voice themselves much more often.
Okay, okay, not really a cliffhanger or anything, so you can't TOTALLY hate me. Anyways, it was so hard to write this chapter, considering I only got ONE REVIEW!!!! That's fine for any of my other laymo chapters, but I busted my BUTT for chapter 13---and let me tell you, that whole "seductive- sexy-scene" thing is DEFINITELY not my thing, but the story needed something to pick it up a little. I worked really hard and totally came out of my shell, and all I get is one review from dear, dear MM.......sniff (not even Toady—who is ungrounded—deemed to bestow a review upon her best friend.....well, to be fair, I kinda printed out the chapter and gave it to her, and she told me in person what she thought of it, so I can't complain.....) at least MM supported me (computer-wise I mean)....okay enough with the guilt trip. I hate doing it but the reviews inspire me to write, and that's what I like to do. So anyways REVIEW!!!!! Oh, and by the way, we got 3rd in that soccer tournament, I kicked butt in my essay, and my finals went off pretty much without a hitch. Just in case anyone wanted to know—yeah right.