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[A/N: Hi. I'm Loaf of Pan. You may remember me from other such stories as...probably no other stories. This is the only one I really tried. Honestly, I didn't like the direction it was going in, so as soon as my classes ended last week, I decided I would finish this. (Whoever said college was less hectic lied.) So, with some touching up, I present to you, Changing of the Seasons, v. 2.0.]
Changing of the Seasons
Prologue
by Loaf of Pan
Sometimes it's hard to find yourself in a society like ours. Nobody ever said growing up was going to be easy; I know that. But some people sure as hell don't help very much! And yet, I succeeded somehow. I have no clue how I managed to do this without having a serious emotional breakdown, but enough about that. Even if you think it's meaningless crap, I should just get on with my story…
When I was 15, I was well...immature. All of us are at that age. I was rebellious, stubborn, selfish, overdramatic: everything a normal teenage girl is. And thinking that life wasn't fair, I'd run away a lot. Usually not far, maybe in the forest nearby, but I'd get so frustrated with my life that I had to just get away from it all. Besides, myself having been the "drama queen" I was fabled for, I had to make everyone worry for a while. One problem though...Trunks never worried, he just simply followed me everywhere. It annoyed the HELL out of me! It's as if he didn't care that I needed time to myself. And he caused most of the trouble anyway.
Trunks was an old friend of mine. He baby-sat me when I was a child, and I always was able to trust him with everything, especially after my grandfather died (We won't talk about that…), but after a while, I just stopped telling him my problems and wishes. For some odd reason, his opinion was worth too much. I honestly thought I outgrew him. He never gave up on trying to getting everything out of me, though. He knew I'd come around eventually. I never outgrew him though - I just avoided him constantly. I wasn't quite sure why, either. That bothered me the most. When he would follow me around, I'd just get nervous and hide in some tree and just cry my eyes out. And one day, after I was hiding from Trunks for the umpteenth time, I thought, 'Pan, it's not worth all of the drama and tears. Love shouldn't feel that way.'
Did I just put 'love' and 'Trunks' into the same thought? And, well…everything made sense after that. All the running and nervousness...the blushing and giggles I noticed only after my little discovery. I didn't know how to act around him anymore! But I knew something: If I didn't rid of the problem, I'd have a lot more to deal with.
That's when I noticed Trunks' then-current girlfriend, whom I liked to refer to as the "flavor of the week," in a whole new light. She was gorgeous! Thin, pretty, and blonde; unfortunately I had more intelligence in my pinkie. The fact that he could like someone like that surprisingly pissed me off more than the fact that she was his girlfriend. It was obvious he was just with her for the sex. I may have been young, but I definitely wasn't stupid. But it just wanted to make me prove to Trunks that I was a better match for him. I was much smarter, able to crush enemies easily, defend myself, and I was SO much prettier than she was! I didn't need all of the makeup and a boob job. I just had to show him that.
Unfortunately, that was much easier said than done. He moved through girls easily, and I was still trying my best to capture his attention and act more mature and womanly, but that was somewhat harder to do considering I was still "little Panny," the kid he used to hang out with when he was a teenager himself. I never thought age mattered when it came to love, and I always thought Trunks would feel the same way. I would fill myself with false hopes, thinking things like 'Once he comes to, we'll be together forever,' and 'I know he loves me, but he just doesn't know it yet.'
Naiveté runs in the Son family, so it's not a surprise I felt that way. Deep down, however, I knew they were all a bunch of lies. I just couldn't help but deny myself the truth. It just hurt too much to think that this powerful love of mine was unrequited and could become nothing more. To make matters worse though, I mostly kept all of this bottled up inside me. No one even knew how I felt...except for Trunks' younger sister, Bra. We were very good friends, maybe not the best, but quite amicable. She had that female intuition from birth, and even though she was a year or two younger than me, she was much more knowing in the ways of the teenage female. Bra was physically developed, too. She obviously took after her mother, while no one in my family was particularly curvy. I was the most defined out of all the women, and I was much younger. Still, Bra was eye candy and I was...well...a loaf of bread.
I didn't find school all that helpful, either. The boys weren't ever nice to me. Maybe because I could pretty much pulverize them with one arm tied behind my back. My relationship with the girls didn't fare any better, since they disliked me because I was friends with Trunks, and they felt the way I did about him…well, to a lesser degree. Not to mention Son Goten was my uncle, and he was another heartthrob. I was the freak, the outcast: whatever you want to call it. But who needed them? The objects of their affections were within my grasps, and I loved to rub that into their faces. Yes, I was taught never to gloat or brag...but they made it so much fun!
Bra was my only friend at school, which sucked because everyone liked her, and that's never good for self-esteem issues. So I immersed myself in my studies, but they weren't so hard (I must have gotten that from my father…). When I won more awards, even more people would get pissed off at me, but they would never threaten me. I wouldn't show them any mercy and they knew it. I couldn't help it that I understood things easily. Grandma Chichi was proud of me, but that was the only good that came of the situation. I needed something that would drastically change me for the better. Bra was thinking of something along the lines of a 'C' cup, but I knew that wouldn't work. And I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, either…
So, I got desperate for that change, and it finally came to me in the form of a brochure my dad brought home from work one fine afternoon...