~****************************~
As Trunks looked down at the struggling girl in his arms, he thought, ~How on earth am I going to make this up to her? She's been through so much, and I just basically told her that I didn't want her, that no one wanted her. God dammit, I have no idea what to do with this girl!~
"Pan," said Trunks cautiously, trying not to offend her anymore. "Would you like to talk?"
"Why would you suddenly want to talk to me, parent-killer? It's not like you actually wanted me in your house, or thought of me as anything but a bother. Why on Kami's green Earth would you suddenly want to make me feel welcome?" Pan sniffed, trying not to show the tears that were streaming down her cheeks to Trunks. She had promised herself that she would never cry again, and she had meant it at the time. She finally noticed where they were. "Why did you bring me here?"
"We're here because I need to talk to you. Firstly, I thought I asked you not to call me parent-killer. We already determined that I didn't kill your parents, and that should be good enough for you."
"Why should I believe you? All I've ever seen in you is you being cold and heartless."
"That's not true! What about in the workshop when you first woke up? I was nice to you then."
"Yeah, you were nice, but not caring! You didn't truly care one way or another."
"That's true, but only because I was still afraid that you were going to attack me at any moment."
"That shouldn't matter! If you really weren't a heartless parent- killer, you had nothing to fear from me."
"But you didn't believe me! That was the problem - you didn't believe that I was innocent of what you accused me of. So I was afraid of you. And when I saw you wrapped in your towel later that day, I was so frightened that you would think that I was a slimy Peeping Tom that I just turned and ran. Now I'm not saying I didn't like what I saw, but when I was down talking to my mother, waiting for you to come down so I could apologize, my pride took over and I decided I was going to take after my father, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, and be a cold asshole. You heard the tail end of it, andI'm sorry you did. My mother understands that I don't mean anything I say when I get like that, but you don't know me too well yet, so you immediately made the assumption that I meant it. I didn't., though. You have to believe me! I want you to stay and get to know you better. We are the only Saiyans left alive, you know."
"I know. . . ."
"Alright then. Are you willing to go back with me now?"
"As long as you promise to let me know the next time you are in a pissy mood, okay?"
"WHAT?? I was not in a pissy mood!" Trunks crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue at Pan like a five year old.
"Fine then. Whatever," grinned Pan. "I know! Let's race back to Capsule Corp. Whoever loses has to carry the shopping bags when you take me shopping!"
"You're on!" said Trunks getting an unfair head start.
"HEY!! You cheater! Get back here!"
"You got to catch me first!" Trunks was at least a mile ahead.
"Fine! I will!" said Pan, jumping into the air, thinking, ~Well, maybe I could lower my defenses just a little. . . this guy seems nice enough!~
~***************************~
"Mom! We're back!" Trunks shouted as he and Pan walked through the front door of Capsule Corp. "I got her to come back."
Smacking Trunks on the head, Pan said, "You did not get me to come back, I came back on my own!"
"You're going to pay for that smack, Pan!"
"And who's going to make me, Trunks?"
"I will!"
"Yeah right! Bring it on!" As she said this, Trunks jumped her from behind, pinning her down on the floor. He held both of her arms with on hand and started tickling her.
"Who's the master now, Pan? I think I win this one."
"No you don't! *giggle giggle* I'll never give in!" Pan wriggled one of her arms free and tickled him. Trunks quickly pinned back down her arm and tickled her again.
"Children, children, as pleased as I am to see you both acting like brother and sister, Trunks please don't kill our guest," stated Bulma as she walked down the front steps of Capsule Corp. "That would be most impolite!"
"Yeah, Trunks, that would be most impolite!" laughed Pan, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Fine, fine you little imp, but next time watch out!" said Trunks, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Enough! Both of you, out of my house! Trunks, get the Capsule convertable and drive Pan to the mall. Take the American Express card, and I don't want to see you back here until you have everything on this list. Understand?" Bulma was kidding around, but she noticed that Pan and Trunks were getting along much better than they used to.
"Yes, ma'am. Everything on this list." Trunks looked down on the list, and fell over. "MOM! This is more clothes than I have boughten in a year!"
"Well buy yourself something too then. You wear the exact same thing everyday, and I would think Sakura would like to see you in something else for a change anyways." Bulma turned and stormed out of the room, crashing things with servants following behind her to clean up the mess.
As Trunks and Pan pulled out of Capsule Corp. in Trunks' red convertable, Pan finally asked what she had been holding in, "So, Trunks...Who's Sakura?"
"Oh, did I never tell you? Sakura Himomura, she's my girlfriend. I've been seeing her for about a month now, and I'm really happy with her. She is about 5 foot 6, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She's my age."
"Really? Good for you," said Pan faintly as she leaned back in her seat. ~Why do I feel so disappointed? He's just an older brother to me.~
When Trunks and Pan arrived at the largest mall in Tokyo, Mall of Japan, the headed straight for the female clothing. Neither of them were going to particularly enjoy this trip, so they thought they would get it over with and go to the movies afterward. Bulma said that Pan needed:
6 38C bras
25 panties
6 pair of jeans, 3 light 3 dark
6 pair of shorts, 3 light 3 dark
15 T-shirts, design of Pan's choice
15 casual long sleeved shirts, design of Pan's choice
3 pair dress pants: white black navy
6 dresses, design of Pan's choice
1 prom dress, design of Pan's choice (just in case! ;-)
5 dress shirts, colors of Pan's choice: long sleeved, collared
3 winter coats
2 swimsuits: 1 one-piece and 1 two-piece of Pan's choice
25 pair of socks: colors of Pan's choice
3 pair tennis shoes, design of Pan's choice
3 pair dress shoes: black white navy
3 pair sandals, design of Pan's choice
60 ponytail holders, of Pan's choice
1 bathrobe, of Pan's choice
6 sets nightclothes: of Pan's choice
1 haircut, of Pan's choice
Anything else she thinks she needs, of Pan's choice
After an extremelly embarrassing endevor at the bra and pantie shop, Pan chose the rest of her clothing without a problem, except for the swimsuit. She couldn't decided inbetween two two-piece suits, so she decided she would ask her 'big brother' for his advice. After seeing her wrapped in a towel, and not making a move, seeing her in bikinis sure wasn't going to do anything. "Hey Trunks, I want you to help me make a decision, okay? Trunks? You out there?"
"Yeah, I'm waiting. Come on out." Trunks sat in a chair near the changing room, boredly flipping through a magazine. Suddenly before him stood Pan, in the smallest pink bikini he had ever seen. He could see that what he had thought was the figure of a little girl was actually that of a young woman. He was almost drooling over her, when she snapped her fingers and said, "Hello? Trunks? What do you think? Is this one okay?"
"Okay? Yeah, it's fine," said Trunks, pretending indifference. "I think I like this one better than the next one."
"Okay, well then all we need is for me to find some shoes and maybe a little perfume, and we're out of here, okay? Then we can hit the movies, maybe." Pan went back into the changing room, wondering ~What came over him? He was acting so strangely...~
As Pan came back out, fully clothed in some of her new clothes, Trunks stood up and went to walk behind her to the counter. As he did, he thought, ~How could I not have noticed before? Look at those hips...NO! Wait! You have a girlfriend, Trunks! Snap out of it! She'e four years younger than you! Snap out of it!~
"Trunks?" Pan asked innocently. "Are you okay? Could you give the lady the credit card?" Suddenly, realization dawned on her. ~He's looking at me the same way Minoru did! Why did I ever let my defenses down?!? I'm never going to let myself be hurt that way again..... I refuse!~ "I refuse!"
"What?" said Trunks as they walked out of the store.
"Oh, nothing," replyed Pan, turning a bright red. "On to the shoes."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
After a fairly uneventful shopping and movie trip, Trunks and Pan headed back to Capsule Corp. Bulma greeted them at the door, and had a little suprise for Pan.
"I found out when your birthday is!" Bulma stated proudly, happy with what she had done.
"What? What's a birthday? I've never had one before..." Pan said, wondering what on earth Bulma was talking about.
"A birthday is the day you were born. Normally people have a party and recieve presents on their birthdays. And I found out that yours is September 25th, exactly three months from now. What do you want for your birthday?" Bulma was so pleased with herself that she didn't notice the dropping in Pan's face. Luckily, Trunks did.
"Oh...I don't need anything...You've done way too much already. You don't need to throw me a party, plus there would only be you and me and Trunks there, so it wouldn't be a big party. Don't worry about it, Bulma." With that, Pan reached up and grabbed her bags from Trunks and ran up the stairs.
"Wait, Pan! I didn't even tell you...how old you were going to be..." said Bulma, her voice trailing off as Pan ran away. "What's gotten into her? I thought she would be excited to turn seventeen...."
"Mom, it's nothing you did. I'm sure she was just tired from her shopping trip, and she's trying to adjust to having everything she could possibly want. Here, I'll go talk to her for you if you want." Trunks turned to go, but stopped when he heard Bulma's voice.
"No, Honey, I think we should just leave her alone. She's had an eventful few weeks, and maybe she needs a break. I wonder if she forgot she was starting school next week..."
"Oh, Mom, please don't make her go to school. I know for a fact she'll hate it."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart, but I don't have a choice. She has to learn or she'll never get anywhere in this life. The world is rebuilding itself, and she needs to rebuild herself with it."
~**************************~
Trunks could hear Pan sobbing through their shared wall. ~What could have happened? She was just starting to warm up to us, and now she's in her room crying because Mom wants to give her a birthday party? I know she doesn't like to cry, though I don't know why... It takes something major to make her cry like that... What kind of sense does that make? Screw Mom, I'm going to go talk to her.~
Trunks jumped off his bed and went to the door that connected their rooms. Gently knocking, he heard the sobbing abruptly stop and Pan voice say harshly, "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk, Trunks."
"Well that's too bad for you, because you have become my serrogate little sister, and because of that you are my concern. Now tell me what's wrong with you before I kick your ass."
"You bastard! I said I didn't want to talk, and I meant it!" Pan was really pissed now.
Slapping Pan across the face, Trunks said, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm going to knock that pissy attitiude right out of you if you don't listen to me. All we've ever done to you is treat you like a part of the family. Where the hell do you get off treating my mother like a piece of shit and then storming up here and giving me attitude too? I don't know what it was like at your house, but that's sure as hell not how we treat people around here!"
"What the hell do you care, Trunks Briefs? You've never cared about me, in fact you plainly stated that. Remember?"
*Flaskback*
"It wasn't my idea to put her in the room that connects to mine," Trunks grumbled, thinking that it would have been easier if this girl had never arrived. He voiced that opinion. As he did so, he turned to storm out of the room but he found a certain petite Saiyan in an overly large sundress blocking the way.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bother to you, but you must remember, parent- killer, that you are the reason I'm here. If you think I'm such a bother I'll just go now. Thank you Bulma for your hospitality, and I'll be going now," said Pan, and turned and ran away.
*End Flashback*
"That was a long time ago, Pan, and there's no way that you can use that against me."
"That was this morning, Trunks. Not all to long ago, was it? I'm sure you still feel the same..." said Pan, switching into her native tongue. Trunks just stood and watched while Pan ranted in American and threw her clothes into a bag. As she turned to leave, she said the only word in American that he knew, "Goodbye, Trunks."
With that, she turned and flew out the window.
"SCREW HER! It would be so much more easy if she had never come into my life! I'm going to call Sakura, she can distract me."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
As Trunks looked down at the struggling girl in his arms, he thought, ~How on earth am I going to make this up to her? She's been through so much, and I just basically told her that I didn't want her, that no one wanted her. God dammit, I have no idea what to do with this girl!~
"Pan," said Trunks cautiously, trying not to offend her anymore. "Would you like to talk?"
"Why would you suddenly want to talk to me, parent-killer? It's not like you actually wanted me in your house, or thought of me as anything but a bother. Why on Kami's green Earth would you suddenly want to make me feel welcome?" Pan sniffed, trying not to show the tears that were streaming down her cheeks to Trunks. She had promised herself that she would never cry again, and she had meant it at the time. She finally noticed where they were. "Why did you bring me here?"
"We're here because I need to talk to you. Firstly, I thought I asked you not to call me parent-killer. We already determined that I didn't kill your parents, and that should be good enough for you."
"Why should I believe you? All I've ever seen in you is you being cold and heartless."
"That's not true! What about in the workshop when you first woke up? I was nice to you then."
"Yeah, you were nice, but not caring! You didn't truly care one way or another."
"That's true, but only because I was still afraid that you were going to attack me at any moment."
"That shouldn't matter! If you really weren't a heartless parent- killer, you had nothing to fear from me."
"But you didn't believe me! That was the problem - you didn't believe that I was innocent of what you accused me of. So I was afraid of you. And when I saw you wrapped in your towel later that day, I was so frightened that you would think that I was a slimy Peeping Tom that I just turned and ran. Now I'm not saying I didn't like what I saw, but when I was down talking to my mother, waiting for you to come down so I could apologize, my pride took over and I decided I was going to take after my father, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta, and be a cold asshole. You heard the tail end of it, andI'm sorry you did. My mother understands that I don't mean anything I say when I get like that, but you don't know me too well yet, so you immediately made the assumption that I meant it. I didn't., though. You have to believe me! I want you to stay and get to know you better. We are the only Saiyans left alive, you know."
"I know. . . ."
"Alright then. Are you willing to go back with me now?"
"As long as you promise to let me know the next time you are in a pissy mood, okay?"
"WHAT?? I was not in a pissy mood!" Trunks crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue at Pan like a five year old.
"Fine then. Whatever," grinned Pan. "I know! Let's race back to Capsule Corp. Whoever loses has to carry the shopping bags when you take me shopping!"
"You're on!" said Trunks getting an unfair head start.
"HEY!! You cheater! Get back here!"
"You got to catch me first!" Trunks was at least a mile ahead.
"Fine! I will!" said Pan, jumping into the air, thinking, ~Well, maybe I could lower my defenses just a little. . . this guy seems nice enough!~
~***************************~
"Mom! We're back!" Trunks shouted as he and Pan walked through the front door of Capsule Corp. "I got her to come back."
Smacking Trunks on the head, Pan said, "You did not get me to come back, I came back on my own!"
"You're going to pay for that smack, Pan!"
"And who's going to make me, Trunks?"
"I will!"
"Yeah right! Bring it on!" As she said this, Trunks jumped her from behind, pinning her down on the floor. He held both of her arms with on hand and started tickling her.
"Who's the master now, Pan? I think I win this one."
"No you don't! *giggle giggle* I'll never give in!" Pan wriggled one of her arms free and tickled him. Trunks quickly pinned back down her arm and tickled her again.
"Children, children, as pleased as I am to see you both acting like brother and sister, Trunks please don't kill our guest," stated Bulma as she walked down the front steps of Capsule Corp. "That would be most impolite!"
"Yeah, Trunks, that would be most impolite!" laughed Pan, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Fine, fine you little imp, but next time watch out!" said Trunks, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Enough! Both of you, out of my house! Trunks, get the Capsule convertable and drive Pan to the mall. Take the American Express card, and I don't want to see you back here until you have everything on this list. Understand?" Bulma was kidding around, but she noticed that Pan and Trunks were getting along much better than they used to.
"Yes, ma'am. Everything on this list." Trunks looked down on the list, and fell over. "MOM! This is more clothes than I have boughten in a year!"
"Well buy yourself something too then. You wear the exact same thing everyday, and I would think Sakura would like to see you in something else for a change anyways." Bulma turned and stormed out of the room, crashing things with servants following behind her to clean up the mess.
As Trunks and Pan pulled out of Capsule Corp. in Trunks' red convertable, Pan finally asked what she had been holding in, "So, Trunks...Who's Sakura?"
"Oh, did I never tell you? Sakura Himomura, she's my girlfriend. I've been seeing her for about a month now, and I'm really happy with her. She is about 5 foot 6, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She's my age."
"Really? Good for you," said Pan faintly as she leaned back in her seat. ~Why do I feel so disappointed? He's just an older brother to me.~
When Trunks and Pan arrived at the largest mall in Tokyo, Mall of Japan, the headed straight for the female clothing. Neither of them were going to particularly enjoy this trip, so they thought they would get it over with and go to the movies afterward. Bulma said that Pan needed:
6 38C bras
25 panties
6 pair of jeans, 3 light 3 dark
6 pair of shorts, 3 light 3 dark
15 T-shirts, design of Pan's choice
15 casual long sleeved shirts, design of Pan's choice
3 pair dress pants: white black navy
6 dresses, design of Pan's choice
1 prom dress, design of Pan's choice (just in case! ;-)
5 dress shirts, colors of Pan's choice: long sleeved, collared
3 winter coats
2 swimsuits: 1 one-piece and 1 two-piece of Pan's choice
25 pair of socks: colors of Pan's choice
3 pair tennis shoes, design of Pan's choice
3 pair dress shoes: black white navy
3 pair sandals, design of Pan's choice
60 ponytail holders, of Pan's choice
1 bathrobe, of Pan's choice
6 sets nightclothes: of Pan's choice
1 haircut, of Pan's choice
Anything else she thinks she needs, of Pan's choice
After an extremelly embarrassing endevor at the bra and pantie shop, Pan chose the rest of her clothing without a problem, except for the swimsuit. She couldn't decided inbetween two two-piece suits, so she decided she would ask her 'big brother' for his advice. After seeing her wrapped in a towel, and not making a move, seeing her in bikinis sure wasn't going to do anything. "Hey Trunks, I want you to help me make a decision, okay? Trunks? You out there?"
"Yeah, I'm waiting. Come on out." Trunks sat in a chair near the changing room, boredly flipping through a magazine. Suddenly before him stood Pan, in the smallest pink bikini he had ever seen. He could see that what he had thought was the figure of a little girl was actually that of a young woman. He was almost drooling over her, when she snapped her fingers and said, "Hello? Trunks? What do you think? Is this one okay?"
"Okay? Yeah, it's fine," said Trunks, pretending indifference. "I think I like this one better than the next one."
"Okay, well then all we need is for me to find some shoes and maybe a little perfume, and we're out of here, okay? Then we can hit the movies, maybe." Pan went back into the changing room, wondering ~What came over him? He was acting so strangely...~
As Pan came back out, fully clothed in some of her new clothes, Trunks stood up and went to walk behind her to the counter. As he did, he thought, ~How could I not have noticed before? Look at those hips...NO! Wait! You have a girlfriend, Trunks! Snap out of it! She'e four years younger than you! Snap out of it!~
"Trunks?" Pan asked innocently. "Are you okay? Could you give the lady the credit card?" Suddenly, realization dawned on her. ~He's looking at me the same way Minoru did! Why did I ever let my defenses down?!? I'm never going to let myself be hurt that way again..... I refuse!~ "I refuse!"
"What?" said Trunks as they walked out of the store.
"Oh, nothing," replyed Pan, turning a bright red. "On to the shoes."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
After a fairly uneventful shopping and movie trip, Trunks and Pan headed back to Capsule Corp. Bulma greeted them at the door, and had a little suprise for Pan.
"I found out when your birthday is!" Bulma stated proudly, happy with what she had done.
"What? What's a birthday? I've never had one before..." Pan said, wondering what on earth Bulma was talking about.
"A birthday is the day you were born. Normally people have a party and recieve presents on their birthdays. And I found out that yours is September 25th, exactly three months from now. What do you want for your birthday?" Bulma was so pleased with herself that she didn't notice the dropping in Pan's face. Luckily, Trunks did.
"Oh...I don't need anything...You've done way too much already. You don't need to throw me a party, plus there would only be you and me and Trunks there, so it wouldn't be a big party. Don't worry about it, Bulma." With that, Pan reached up and grabbed her bags from Trunks and ran up the stairs.
"Wait, Pan! I didn't even tell you...how old you were going to be..." said Bulma, her voice trailing off as Pan ran away. "What's gotten into her? I thought she would be excited to turn seventeen...."
"Mom, it's nothing you did. I'm sure she was just tired from her shopping trip, and she's trying to adjust to having everything she could possibly want. Here, I'll go talk to her for you if you want." Trunks turned to go, but stopped when he heard Bulma's voice.
"No, Honey, I think we should just leave her alone. She's had an eventful few weeks, and maybe she needs a break. I wonder if she forgot she was starting school next week..."
"Oh, Mom, please don't make her go to school. I know for a fact she'll hate it."
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart, but I don't have a choice. She has to learn or she'll never get anywhere in this life. The world is rebuilding itself, and she needs to rebuild herself with it."
~**************************~
Trunks could hear Pan sobbing through their shared wall. ~What could have happened? She was just starting to warm up to us, and now she's in her room crying because Mom wants to give her a birthday party? I know she doesn't like to cry, though I don't know why... It takes something major to make her cry like that... What kind of sense does that make? Screw Mom, I'm going to go talk to her.~
Trunks jumped off his bed and went to the door that connected their rooms. Gently knocking, he heard the sobbing abruptly stop and Pan voice say harshly, "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk, Trunks."
"Well that's too bad for you, because you have become my serrogate little sister, and because of that you are my concern. Now tell me what's wrong with you before I kick your ass."
"You bastard! I said I didn't want to talk, and I meant it!" Pan was really pissed now.
Slapping Pan across the face, Trunks said, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm going to knock that pissy attitiude right out of you if you don't listen to me. All we've ever done to you is treat you like a part of the family. Where the hell do you get off treating my mother like a piece of shit and then storming up here and giving me attitude too? I don't know what it was like at your house, but that's sure as hell not how we treat people around here!"
"What the hell do you care, Trunks Briefs? You've never cared about me, in fact you plainly stated that. Remember?"
*Flaskback*
"It wasn't my idea to put her in the room that connects to mine," Trunks grumbled, thinking that it would have been easier if this girl had never arrived. He voiced that opinion. As he did so, he turned to storm out of the room but he found a certain petite Saiyan in an overly large sundress blocking the way.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bother to you, but you must remember, parent- killer, that you are the reason I'm here. If you think I'm such a bother I'll just go now. Thank you Bulma for your hospitality, and I'll be going now," said Pan, and turned and ran away.
*End Flashback*
"That was a long time ago, Pan, and there's no way that you can use that against me."
"That was this morning, Trunks. Not all to long ago, was it? I'm sure you still feel the same..." said Pan, switching into her native tongue. Trunks just stood and watched while Pan ranted in American and threw her clothes into a bag. As she turned to leave, she said the only word in American that he knew, "Goodbye, Trunks."
With that, she turned and flew out the window.
"SCREW HER! It would be so much more easy if she had never come into my life! I'm going to call Sakura, she can distract me."
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*