Understanding
Sorry it took long. I just didn't have time. And the reviews weren't helping either. Don't get me wronge. The reviews were wonderful. Its just that I didn't get the number of reviews that I hoped of. I mean, I did my best and didn't get that much of reviews which really made not want to write. I was thinking of not writing this story anymore. But since I got such a wonderful reviews I decided to compelet the story.
REVIEWS:
T/P-FAN-4ever: Thanks for reviewing. It really means so much to me!! And about your question. Trunks is sad. Sadness, madness, happiness, sorrows, love, anger, and finally feelings and emotions are what bond is formed of. In my story anyways!! . Tell me in your reviews about anymore questions. I'd like to answer them.
EVERYONE:(AN:I don"t really remember any of your names. Sorry!!! ) Thanks for reviewing. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!!!
FROM NOW AM TELLIN' YA!!!! AM SO SORRY IF THERE WAS ANY SPELLING AND GRAMMER EERORS!!!!!!!!!! And am so, so, so, sorry that I won't post the rest of 'Bring Me To Life' lyric. I was planning on postting this chapter on Friday. But I didn't cuz I went to watch SpiderMan-2. Its the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST!!!!!!!!! ! Harry Potter SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not mean anything about that. I just don't like it!!!!!! I did like it before. but that was BEFORE. Were're in NOW!!!! Anyway I didn't on saturday cuz I was TOO LAZY!!!Now on with the fic. Enjoy!!!!
CHAPTER 1
PAN'S P.O.V
Ohh gad!! What happened???? Oh my head, my arms, my legs, my stomach, MY CHEST!!! Everything hurts!!!!
Igot up to see that am in a sofa and everything is dark here. Wll its still night. I got up and I felt a need to get a boiling shower.
I got up. Oh my!! Everything hurts!!! What had happened??? Did I jump off a cliff or what??? I went to get something to drink. My throat is so dry. I went to the cooler and drank some cold water. Then I went upstairs to Trunks's room. I opened the door and went inside.
I want to use Trunks's bathroom cuz its the only bathroom I like to use, here in C.C. anyway.
Aha. There was a towal hanging over the door of Trunks's closet. I went to the bathroom. Took off my clothes.
I blasted the water as hot and stronge as it would go and climbed in.
Suddenly the tils were starting a slow spin around me. I pressed my plams into my eyeballs. It didn't help. I sat down waiting for the dizzinness to pass. And letted the water blast at me.
When my body finally felt warm from the outside in, I got back to my feet and scrubbed my hair and face and body. I forced herself to turn off the water.
I warrped myslef in Trunks's towel and crept back into Trunks's room. Now what? Should I sleep naked or should I...Hmmm. I went over Trunks's bureau and opened the top drawer. Waiting for me there were a soft, ribbed wite tank top undershirt and a pair of well-waorn cotton boxers in a faded plaid of blues and greens. Yum!!!
I was thinking about Trunks when he comes back to his room. I'll tell him everything. Everything without lieing. I will tell him I missed him very, very much and I really love him with all my heart. Not to forget the bond thingy between us cuz this pain is killing me I can't handle it any longer.
As I thought of him. The pain had returned. I just ignored it. I went over to the bed. Trun out the lights. and climed in. I pulled the covers over me. Right now I can feel Trunks around me. It feels so good and right. I can smell his nice smell. Its so...rich of him. I just hope that I'd dream of him.
AUTHOR'S P.O.V.
Trunks was walking in the park. He woke up in his bed. He didn't remember anything but the pain....So he went to the park to freash a little.
TRUNKS'S P.O.V.
Whenever I think of Pan. Sadness and haterd grows in my lonely heart.
Not haterd for her.
No.
Never.
But haterd for her boyfreind. He seems such a wemonizer. But..Wait...Am a wemonizer too. But if Pan was mine. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
The pain grows more hurtful and more harmful. I try stoping from thinking about her, but you know, Its really worth it.
I stopped by the swings. And have these such wonderful flashbacks back when I was a teenager and Pan's still a kid. I remember when Gohan and Videl used to go places togather. They always brought Pan to me to babysit her. It was really fun.
Suddenly I felt tired and I wanted to sleep. so I went in the air back to C.C.
When I arrived there, I went sneaking to my window. I really didn't have the nerve to go open the door, go inside, walk all the way upstairs, open my bedroom door, go to get a shower and hop to bed.
So I made it short. Went through my windowan and took a shower. I didn't bother turn on the lights. I went staright to the shower. And then when I was done went to the room wearing nothing but my boxers.
Oh. Jesus. I stepped backward. I suddenly transported to a Three Bears Moment. There was someone sleeping in my bed.
I stepped forward and froze. My heart stopped beating. I stoppped breathing. Brain function shut down.
Could that someone be...?
I turned my eyes to he door and then back to the bed again, sure that the mirage would be gone. It wasn't. There was still a subimely beautiful black haired girl in my bed who looked very much like Pan.
Now. Time to breath, lungs. Time to beat, heart. My vital organs appreaed to need a little coaching. There. Better. okay, deep breaths. Yes.
Trunks you better just calm down, slow down, and think a minute.
I crept a little closer, terrified that this maganificent vision would disappear if I disturbed the air the slightest bit.
Still there. Plz stay. If this was a figment, then he paryed his imagination would keep it up.
I would just look at her. That would be okay, wouldn't it? Even if it was an imagined version of her, I still want to look.
Her head was turned to the side, and her silken black hair. Hair I'd fantasized about more times than was good for me. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow, leaving a shadows of dampaness on the white cotton.
Her bewitching eyes were closed in sleep. Her face was serene and lovely beyond description, light freckles over her cheeks. I drew closer. Panlest, finest down along her jawline.
Her eyelids flickered. I drew back.
She was still there again. I came closer. My eyes moved down her neck.
Oh christ! She was wearing my t-shirt. My t-shirt, which had spent its long, dutiful life covering large, rough stretches of masculine skin, now had the exquisite experience of gracing skin so devicated and fine, it was almost transparents. I envied it.
I saw that the too large shirt had gotten pulled around under her, revealing the sloping side and top of her breast.
I had to look away. Partly cuz it was too much to take and partly cuz its wronge seeing her like this, without her knowing I was seeing her. Without her wanting me too.
I made myself take a few steps backward and putted my hands over my face to regain my composuer. I knew now, more than ever before, that I love her deeply and urgently, with a fierceness that makes me know I'd never grasped, evengrazed, the concept of love before. But I can't go on like this, without knowing how she really felt.
And what if she wasn't real at all but a figment of my mind??? what then?
PAN'S P.O.V.
I was dreaming a blissful dream. Surrounded as I was by his place and his things, it was natural that she should dream of him vividly.
In the dream he was there beside me, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was so close, I could feel his warmth and smell his smell more intensely. An alive smell now.
He took my hand so gently and held it. Just held it. Making me safe. Stanton never, ever, did something so sweet to me. I wish he would...I mean did...
But it was happening. I couldn't help it. I was waking up in spite of every effort fight it. I flicked open my eyes.
No.
I closed them again.
How could it be?
I opened them again. Was the dream still with me?...Or was it...
"Trunks?" I whispered, my heart filled with awe. He was still holding my hand, one of his hands cupping my finger, the other holding my wrist. His bautiful hands with the wide nails and frayingcuticles.
"Pan" He said. I'd never heard my name sound just that way before.
He was leaning forword, leaning over me. So close now. So real. "Can I?" He whispered.
"Plz" I said.
He took his hands from my wrist and touched his finguers to my elbows, then drew them in an air-light caress to my shoulder. "Mmmm" I sighed.
As his head hovered over me. I looked up at hineck and chin, touching my fingner to the place where his whiskers started, moving them up over his jaw, feeling the sight hollow of his cheecks, the stronge bones that come togather at the corner of his eyes.
He gazed down at my head to face him straught on.
"Oh," He said drawing in his breath. He touched his fingers to the ugly bruise along the side of my cheeck and forehead. His face showed real worry.
"Are you okay?"
I felt like crying just then. I'd forgotten about everything that had happened. Now I remembered, I was walking up to my perants and I was sick with pain in my chest, when I couldn't hold it anymore, I fell to the ground fainted.
I didn't realised there were some glass on the floor. When suddenly one big sharpe glass cutted my face skin.
Now I remembered. I felt ashamed of it and all of the ugliness and violence I represented in trunks's good, peaceful life.
"I'm sorry," I said randomly. My eyes filling with tears.
"No, Pan," He whispered." Don't. Just...be with me"
The feelings inside my head were too round and full. I couldn't hold them back. My chest was bursting, and my head was spinning.
He pulled me up so I was sitting in his lap and gently helds my face in his hands. He put his lips, gently as sunlight, to the wound on my forehead, then dotted my cheeckbone with kisses.
Plz, plz, plz, I begged silently. Wishing. Oh God!! And then he found it, and my wish hapened...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry to leave you there but I gotta work on the thired chapter of 'I Don't Wanna Know'.
Anway tell me is it good??? And am sorry if there was any spelling and grammers errors.
NEXT CHAPTER:What did Pan wish for??? What happenend??? Review if you wanna the next chapter updated fast!!
crazy, stupid, silly always, Tears of the Nite.
Sorry it took long. I just didn't have time. And the reviews weren't helping either. Don't get me wronge. The reviews were wonderful. Its just that I didn't get the number of reviews that I hoped of. I mean, I did my best and didn't get that much of reviews which really made not want to write. I was thinking of not writing this story anymore. But since I got such a wonderful reviews I decided to compelet the story.
REVIEWS:
T/P-FAN-4ever: Thanks for reviewing. It really means so much to me!! And about your question. Trunks is sad. Sadness, madness, happiness, sorrows, love, anger, and finally feelings and emotions are what bond is formed of. In my story anyways!! . Tell me in your reviews about anymore questions. I'd like to answer them.
EVERYONE:(AN:I don"t really remember any of your names. Sorry!!! ) Thanks for reviewing. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter!!!
FROM NOW AM TELLIN' YA!!!! AM SO SORRY IF THERE WAS ANY SPELLING AND GRAMMER EERORS!!!!!!!!!! And am so, so, so, sorry that I won't post the rest of 'Bring Me To Life' lyric. I was planning on postting this chapter on Friday. But I didn't cuz I went to watch SpiderMan-2. Its the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST!!!!!!!!! ! Harry Potter SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not mean anything about that. I just don't like it!!!!!! I did like it before. but that was BEFORE. Were're in NOW!!!! Anyway I didn't on saturday cuz I was TOO LAZY!!!Now on with the fic. Enjoy!!!!
CHAPTER 1
PAN'S P.O.V
Ohh gad!! What happened???? Oh my head, my arms, my legs, my stomach, MY CHEST!!! Everything hurts!!!!
Igot up to see that am in a sofa and everything is dark here. Wll its still night. I got up and I felt a need to get a boiling shower.
I got up. Oh my!! Everything hurts!!! What had happened??? Did I jump off a cliff or what??? I went to get something to drink. My throat is so dry. I went to the cooler and drank some cold water. Then I went upstairs to Trunks's room. I opened the door and went inside.
I want to use Trunks's bathroom cuz its the only bathroom I like to use, here in C.C. anyway.
Aha. There was a towal hanging over the door of Trunks's closet. I went to the bathroom. Took off my clothes.
I blasted the water as hot and stronge as it would go and climbed in.
Suddenly the tils were starting a slow spin around me. I pressed my plams into my eyeballs. It didn't help. I sat down waiting for the dizzinness to pass. And letted the water blast at me.
When my body finally felt warm from the outside in, I got back to my feet and scrubbed my hair and face and body. I forced herself to turn off the water.
I warrped myslef in Trunks's towel and crept back into Trunks's room. Now what? Should I sleep naked or should I...Hmmm. I went over Trunks's bureau and opened the top drawer. Waiting for me there were a soft, ribbed wite tank top undershirt and a pair of well-waorn cotton boxers in a faded plaid of blues and greens. Yum!!!
I was thinking about Trunks when he comes back to his room. I'll tell him everything. Everything without lieing. I will tell him I missed him very, very much and I really love him with all my heart. Not to forget the bond thingy between us cuz this pain is killing me I can't handle it any longer.
As I thought of him. The pain had returned. I just ignored it. I went over to the bed. Trun out the lights. and climed in. I pulled the covers over me. Right now I can feel Trunks around me. It feels so good and right. I can smell his nice smell. Its so...rich of him. I just hope that I'd dream of him.
AUTHOR'S P.O.V.
Trunks was walking in the park. He woke up in his bed. He didn't remember anything but the pain....So he went to the park to freash a little.
TRUNKS'S P.O.V.
Whenever I think of Pan. Sadness and haterd grows in my lonely heart.
Not haterd for her.
No.
Never.
But haterd for her boyfreind. He seems such a wemonizer. But..Wait...Am a wemonizer too. But if Pan was mine. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
The pain grows more hurtful and more harmful. I try stoping from thinking about her, but you know, Its really worth it.
I stopped by the swings. And have these such wonderful flashbacks back when I was a teenager and Pan's still a kid. I remember when Gohan and Videl used to go places togather. They always brought Pan to me to babysit her. It was really fun.
Suddenly I felt tired and I wanted to sleep. so I went in the air back to C.C.
When I arrived there, I went sneaking to my window. I really didn't have the nerve to go open the door, go inside, walk all the way upstairs, open my bedroom door, go to get a shower and hop to bed.
So I made it short. Went through my windowan and took a shower. I didn't bother turn on the lights. I went staright to the shower. And then when I was done went to the room wearing nothing but my boxers.
Oh. Jesus. I stepped backward. I suddenly transported to a Three Bears Moment. There was someone sleeping in my bed.
I stepped forward and froze. My heart stopped beating. I stoppped breathing. Brain function shut down.
Could that someone be...?
I turned my eyes to he door and then back to the bed again, sure that the mirage would be gone. It wasn't. There was still a subimely beautiful black haired girl in my bed who looked very much like Pan.
Now. Time to breath, lungs. Time to beat, heart. My vital organs appreaed to need a little coaching. There. Better. okay, deep breaths. Yes.
Trunks you better just calm down, slow down, and think a minute.
I crept a little closer, terrified that this maganificent vision would disappear if I disturbed the air the slightest bit.
Still there. Plz stay. If this was a figment, then he paryed his imagination would keep it up.
I would just look at her. That would be okay, wouldn't it? Even if it was an imagined version of her, I still want to look.
Her head was turned to the side, and her silken black hair. Hair I'd fantasized about more times than was good for me. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow, leaving a shadows of dampaness on the white cotton.
Her bewitching eyes were closed in sleep. Her face was serene and lovely beyond description, light freckles over her cheeks. I drew closer. Panlest, finest down along her jawline.
Her eyelids flickered. I drew back.
She was still there again. I came closer. My eyes moved down her neck.
Oh christ! She was wearing my t-shirt. My t-shirt, which had spent its long, dutiful life covering large, rough stretches of masculine skin, now had the exquisite experience of gracing skin so devicated and fine, it was almost transparents. I envied it.
I saw that the too large shirt had gotten pulled around under her, revealing the sloping side and top of her breast.
I had to look away. Partly cuz it was too much to take and partly cuz its wronge seeing her like this, without her knowing I was seeing her. Without her wanting me too.
I made myself take a few steps backward and putted my hands over my face to regain my composuer. I knew now, more than ever before, that I love her deeply and urgently, with a fierceness that makes me know I'd never grasped, evengrazed, the concept of love before. But I can't go on like this, without knowing how she really felt.
And what if she wasn't real at all but a figment of my mind??? what then?
PAN'S P.O.V.
I was dreaming a blissful dream. Surrounded as I was by his place and his things, it was natural that she should dream of him vividly.
In the dream he was there beside me, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was so close, I could feel his warmth and smell his smell more intensely. An alive smell now.
He took my hand so gently and held it. Just held it. Making me safe. Stanton never, ever, did something so sweet to me. I wish he would...I mean did...
But it was happening. I couldn't help it. I was waking up in spite of every effort fight it. I flicked open my eyes.
No.
I closed them again.
How could it be?
I opened them again. Was the dream still with me?...Or was it...
"Trunks?" I whispered, my heart filled with awe. He was still holding my hand, one of his hands cupping my finger, the other holding my wrist. His bautiful hands with the wide nails and frayingcuticles.
"Pan" He said. I'd never heard my name sound just that way before.
He was leaning forword, leaning over me. So close now. So real. "Can I?" He whispered.
"Plz" I said.
He took his hands from my wrist and touched his finguers to my elbows, then drew them in an air-light caress to my shoulder. "Mmmm" I sighed.
As his head hovered over me. I looked up at hineck and chin, touching my fingner to the place where his whiskers started, moving them up over his jaw, feeling the sight hollow of his cheecks, the stronge bones that come togather at the corner of his eyes.
He gazed down at my head to face him straught on.
"Oh," He said drawing in his breath. He touched his fingers to the ugly bruise along the side of my cheeck and forehead. His face showed real worry.
"Are you okay?"
I felt like crying just then. I'd forgotten about everything that had happened. Now I remembered, I was walking up to my perants and I was sick with pain in my chest, when I couldn't hold it anymore, I fell to the ground fainted.
I didn't realised there were some glass on the floor. When suddenly one big sharpe glass cutted my face skin.
Now I remembered. I felt ashamed of it and all of the ugliness and violence I represented in trunks's good, peaceful life.
"I'm sorry," I said randomly. My eyes filling with tears.
"No, Pan," He whispered." Don't. Just...be with me"
The feelings inside my head were too round and full. I couldn't hold them back. My chest was bursting, and my head was spinning.
He pulled me up so I was sitting in his lap and gently helds my face in his hands. He put his lips, gently as sunlight, to the wound on my forehead, then dotted my cheeckbone with kisses.
Plz, plz, plz, I begged silently. Wishing. Oh God!! And then he found it, and my wish hapened...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry to leave you there but I gotta work on the thired chapter of 'I Don't Wanna Know'.
Anway tell me is it good??? And am sorry if there was any spelling and grammers errors.
NEXT CHAPTER:What did Pan wish for??? What happenend??? Review if you wanna the next chapter updated fast!!
crazy, stupid, silly always, Tears of the Nite.