No Happy Endings

Part Four

Pairings: Gh-Tr Tr-Pn

Warnings: Aside from swearing there's nothing that I can think of

Notes: These things here ooooooo are for a change in time, scenery, or character

Disclaimers: I don't own, nor do I claim to own DBZ. This story was written for the Hell of it with no profit.

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Gohan's POV

I pounded heavily on the front door of Pan and Trunks' house, for what seemed like the millionth time within only a small time span of ten minutes. Resisting the urge to simply break the door down and enter myself. But instead I wait.

I can feel Pan's ki inside, but not Trunks'. He's at Capsule Corp right now, I can sense that much. But there's something weird abut their signatures. Fluctuating, small, and hiding.

They both feel almost... nervous.

After another five minutes of pounding on the door and calling for Pan to come and answer it, I just lose all the patience I have before pushing against the door and using enough of my ki to break the lock. Giving me entrance.

"Pan?" I call throughout the house, closing the now broken door behind me and hoping that she won't mind the damage too much.

I really didn't want to invade in on her like this, but I'm still worried. When she called me, crying and sniffling about Trunks only to have the phone get cut off... all the alarms in my head just seemed to go off. And I just had to get here as fast as I could.

At least I now know Trunks is okay.

"D-daddy?"

I whip my head over to see Pan, on the other side of the livingroom and looking a little worn out as she leaned against the doorframe for support as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I blinked at her in shock, quickly walking around the couch towards her and pulling her into a tight hug. And I guess she really needed it, because the first thing she did was start crying her eyes out on my shoulder. And I'm almost too stunned for words. What could of happened to make her cry like this?

"Pan, tell me what's wrong." I pleaded, not liking how my baby girl was crying at all. "What happened?"

She whimpered a little. "He-he left, Trunks left." She choked out before starting up with some more fresh tears.

I couldn't help but stiffen up in anger when she said that. Trunks did this to her? He actually left?

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, not after he married her for the hell of it. He was bound to get bored of her sooner or later. Still, I try to sound sympathetic as I squeeze her just a little tighter. "I'm so sorry, Panny-chan." I said as soothingly as possible. She didn't need to hear my "I told you so" just now. Not when she was so upset.

She shook her head. "No. You don't understand." She cried, turning her head to look up at me.

Truth be told, I didn't want to understand. Trunks married my daughter and then broke her heart. That was all I saw. "Pan, maybe you should go and lie down." I said, leading her towards the couch. "I'll go and call your mother--"

"No, just listen!" She practically screamed at me, wrenching herself out of my hold. "You need to hear this!" She cried out.

I guessed at that point that whatever it was, was pretty important. So I let out a defeated sigh before deciding to give in. "Alright, what's so important?" I asked, not really understanding why she was making such a big deal of wanting to tell me how Trunks left. Because I don't think there's anything she could say that could get me to change my mind about him at this point.

Pan took in a shaky breath, putting her head down so she wouldn't have to face me. "I think you should sit down for this." She said, and I couldn't help but get worried all over again.

What the hell was going on!?

Nevertheless, I did as was suggested. "What's going on?" I asked in a near whisper, getting increasingly afraid that she would say that Trunks had hurt her in some way. Oh God, I hope he didn't. I just don't want to think that he could be capable of ever physically hurting my daughter.

Pan smoothed some black hair out of her face before she took a seat next to me. "Daddy... do you still love Trunks?"

I paled at the unexpected question, finding it hard to believe that she of all people actually asked me that. "Pan, now's not the time for that--"

"Will you stop it! It's the perfect time for it!" She shot back, cutting me off.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Don't talk to me like that! I'm your father!" I snapped back. I didn't mean to get so angry with her, especially under the current circumstances. But continually getting yelled at from my own daughter has long since gotten on my nerves.

She bowed her head a little. "Sorry, daddy." She whispered.

Great, now look what I did? I shouldn't have yelled at her. Her husband just left her and I had to go ahead and lose my temper with her over something stupid. Of course she'd be upset over it!

"Don't worry about it, Pan." I said, bringing her forward for another hug. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you." I apologized, deciding that if she needed she could scream her head off at me if it would make her feel better.

She nodded her head in acceptance to my apology, pulling away just a little to face me. "You still didn't answer my question." She whispered, and I inwardly groaned.

Oh God, do I really have to say it? Why does she care so much about whether or not I do anyway? I shouldn't after what he did to her, but I...

I sighed, putting my own head down in shame this time. "I'm sorry Pan, but I do." I whispered, praying that she had nothing else to say about it and wouldn't be too angered with me.

Pan let out, to my shock, what seemed like a grateful sigh. "Good." Was her reply.

I whipped my head up at her. Did she really say what I thought she said? "What?"

She slowly reached forward before taking my hand into hers. "Daddy, you know how you think that Trunks married me for a prank?" She whispered softly, and I think my eyebrows rose to the ceiling.

O...kay. This was different. Why would Pan bring this up? Every time I do I always either get into real trouble with Vegeta or get told to shut the hell up from my own family.

Still, I nodded.

She hesitated for only a second before speaking again. "Actually, daddy, he didn't want to marry me to begin with." She explained.

There was no way on earth that I heard that right. "Wait a minute... what? What are you saying, Pan?" I asked, never feeling more confused in my entire life than I was at that moment.

"Daddy, Trunks... didn't marry me because it was something he wanted to do. He married me because... because I made him."

I blinked, shaking my head at her, wide eyed with what I just heard. "I don't think you understand what you're saying, Pan." Was all I found that I could say. There was no way she understood what she was saying, not after Trunks had left her. She was probably just... confused.

She looked at me as if pitying me, and that did nothing to help out the confusion I still felt. "I know perfectly well what I'm saying, daddy." She breathed. Squeezing my hand a little as tears started to fill back up in her eyes.

"Pan," I said, startled by her tears. "Pan, don't cry." I tried to wipe away her tears, but she jerked her head away.

"I-I need to s-say this." She choked, sniffling a little.

I went to try and tell her that she could tell me whatever it was that was so important later, when she was more composed. But she cut me off before I could even start. "Do you remember when... w-when you told me that you loved Trunks, and then I told you that I did too?" She asked. And all I could do was nod my head dumbly.

Pan took in a shaky breath, fighting back her tears as she tried to speak. "A few weeks later... He told me that he loved you too." She wailed, and I gasped, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. Suddenly there were a thousand butterflies flying around in my stomach, and I felt severely ill.

She took in a deep breath. "I-I got really mad at him, because he was supposed to love me... n-not you." She cried, flat out weeping her eyes out at this point. "I-I threatened to tell Vegeta on him." She sobbed. "If he didn't marry me then I would have told his father." She cried out before looking back up at me with her tear stained face.

As if waiting for a judgement.

I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Staring at her in wide eyed shock with my mouth hanging open as if she'd just turned into some kind of demon before reaching forth and ripping my heart out. Holding it in front of me to see as it bled in her hand and dripped onto the floor.

Which she practically did.

Trunks... loves me?

I've never felt such an odd feeling before in my life. The sheer joy I had with the knowledge that Trunks actually loves me going against the hurt and anger within me with the knew information that my own daughter knew about it, and then took advantage of it so that she could have him.

...It's undescribable

"Daddy, I'm sorry..."

Every time... every time I would come over here to see my daughter, and she would greet me with a warm smile, as if nothing was wrong. Letting me stay ignorant of the fact that Trunks was the victim of the two as I snarled and sneered at him. Threatened and fought him.

And all the while he loved me.

"I-I didn't think it would get so far..."

Trunks wasn't the one taking advantage of my daughter, she was the one taking advantage of him. He loved me... He loved me and I treated him like... like...

I don't even want to think about it.

"Please, daddy, I'm so sorry."

I couldn't help but take my hand away from where she held it, seeing the despair in her eyes as I did, still staring at her in disbelief.

She knew I loved him. Loved him with all my heart... and she took him from me without a care.

"How... could you?" I asked, still too shocked to really move. And her tears came harder.

This isn't my Panny-chan. This isn't the little girl who had me wrapped around her finger for her entire life. She was something else.

She was the one who would go behind my back, and steal the one thing I had wanted so badly since my divorce with Videl. Since even before then.

I should have known.

Trunks sent me enough hints to figure it out, but I was blinded by fatherly love, and it's hard trying to decide if I should be feeling guilty or not.

Trunks loved me... but he didn't know that I loved him back.

How could he know? When I was trying to kick the shit out of him that night the wedding was announced, how could he have known? What did I ever do for him aside from show him contempt?

And all the while he loved me...

"Daddy, please!"

Pan tricked us, but I was no better. I was the aggressor when it came to our fights. Trying to protect my baby girl from a threat that wasn't even there.

And he just sat there and took it.

I wanted to be sick, I felt like crying my heart out and screaming my head off for what I did. For ignoring the signs and not looking deeper than the surface.

For hurting the one who loved me.

Oh God, Trunks... I'm so sorry.

I said nothing else to the girl in front of me as I got to my feet and calmly headed for the front door. Ignoring her cries for me to stay as I opened the door and stepped outside and took off into the air.

"Daddy, please come back!" She cried out.

But again, I ignored her.

She's not the daughter I know. She's someone else.

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Trunks' POV

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Did that really just happen? And I mean really happen?

Bringing a hand up to softly touch my cheek, and wincing in pain as the bruise that was there sprang to life and screamed at my stupidity for touching it, I knew that it really happened.

I can't help but sigh, leaning against the outer walls of Capsule Corp and sliding down to my knees in exhaustion on the grass.

'Well,' I think to myself in a stupor. 'It could have been worse.'

I did as I said I would do and told my father about myself. I was so afraid I nearly pissed myself when he froze at my words and turned his head to simply stare at me. Like how the bad guys do in scary movies.

He punched me in the face, obviously, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and backed me into the wall before demanding I tell him that what I had just said was one of my bad earth jokes.

"Eheh, sorry pop, no joke." I remember saying to him nervously, a long and awkward silence following as he just stared at me. As if thinking over what I had just said and fighting an internal battle with himself.

Meanwhile I was just praying for some kind of understanding at that point. That maybe he'd let me go and spare my life after throwing me out. I love my dad, I'd never admit to him that I do, but if he were to disown me then that would suck so unbelievably much. But at least I'd still have my life.

What I got was actually better.

After nearly ten minutes of thinking I was going to die, he let go of me before turning to walk away. "Fine, whatever makes you happy." He grumbled before leaving my sight. And I think I fainted at that point, because when I woke up my watch showed that a half an hour had passed.

And so, here I am, still fighting off the shock that I'm not dead or disowned and trying to decide if I should start crying or dancing for joy.

...I think I'll just sit here.

I let out another sigh before getting to my feet and leaning back against the wall.

Well, now that, that's done and over with I guess I can finally divorce Pan. But I kind of doubt Gohan would like that too much. He thinks I married her to be cruel, so if I just up and leave her then I'll probably get the shit kicked out of me. Not to mention the fact that I can sense him at my house. And Pan's probably sobbing out her little rape story to "daddy."

I can't help but groan at the thought. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. I should have gone to Gohan first, then I could have headed him off before Pan could say anything to him.

...No, now that I think about it that wouldn't work either. He doesn't love me. And there's no way in hell he'd like to hear that his son-in-law actually loves him. I don't even know what his opinions are on gays, so even if I wasn't married to his daughter I'd probably still have a room reserved and waiting for me in the ER of the hospital to look forward to.

My life sucks.

Just then, I can feel Gohan's Ki suddenly moving before leaving my house... and heading straight for me.

I think my heart dropped into my stomach as I paled. Great, just great, Pan told daddy dearest that I raped and abused the shit out of her, and now he's coming here to kick my ass all the way to Other World.

I'm gonna fucking die.

Oh well I guess, I hear that hell's looking good this time of year anyway. And at least there'll be some bad guys for me to fight.

I can't help but groan again. Those assholes will probably kick my ass too.

Gohan's flying in pretty fast now, probably the fastest he's ever gone. I know because he comes into sight off in the sky before soaring in and landing not twenty feet away from me within the time span of five minutes. I guess he's eager to get my shit kicking over and done with.

When he starts to march up to me, part of me wants to run for my life, but unfortunately for me, I'm frozen on the spot. And no matter how much I scream at my useless legs to fucking run, the damn things don't move an inch.

I try to open my mouth, to at least be able to deny all the horrible things I know Pan has been saying about me. But my throat feels like hot and dry sand, and no noise comes out.

Fucking useless vocal cords.

I think I'm in shock or something, otherwise I know I'd be feeling the fear that I know is there a helluva lot more than this.

When he approached me, and then finally stopped, I started to shake. Oh ya, there's the fear and horror, I was wondering where it went. This is the man I love who's about to kill me here, so I think I have a right to be scared. That and considering the fact that he's the strongest being on the planet doesn't help out my fear too much.

He's staring at me now. Wide eyed as if trying to bore into my soul and find something in there that he wants. Oh, this is just great. First my dad, now Gohan. What is it that's so creepy about staring at someone like that? Fuck, if he doesn't cut it out I'm gonna shoot myself just to make it stop.

He lifted his hand up towards me, just a little, but I'm so edgy right now that even that puny act was enough to make me wince away from him.

"Gohan--"

I expected him to punch me, blast me, scream at me, beat me, and then slowly kill me.

I expected all of that.

The last thing I expected was for him to kiss me.

And I fainted again.

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Pan's POV

I can feel them now. My father and my soon-to-be ex-husband. Together at Capsule Corp. And judging by the lighthearted feeling of their Ki's, they're doing anything but fighting. Though I can't tell what it is, I really don't want to think about it. Their intimate moments are theirs and theirs alone.

I can't help the few tears still in my eyes at the thought. Trunks wants to be with my father, and my father wants to be with him. And there's nothing I can do about it.

My father hates me. I could see it in his shocked eyes when I told him the truth about the one he loves before he took off into the air without so much as a second glance or saying goodbye.

I can't blame him, really. Not after what I did.

So now I'm here, in the luxurious house I used to share with my husband. Crying my eyes out on the couch and all alone.

'I did the right thing. I did the right thing. I let him go.' I chant in my head, over and over again, trying to make the pain in my heart stop. It hurts so much, I just want it to go away.

Trunks never loved me, it was wrong to try and force him to. But I wanted him so bad! I couldn't help it!

But I did the right thing this time. I know I did. I let him go. I did the right thing.

Maybe if I'm lucky enough, they won't hate me for the rest of my life. But if they did I know I'd deserve it.

If it was Trunks who loved me and my father was keeping me from him, I don't think I could forgive him for something like that. So perhaps it's a little too much to ask them to.

I'm a monster of a person and I make a lousy daughter. I don't deserve Trunks' love.

I guess this really isn't my happy ending.

OWARI