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A/N: heh, thought I wouldn't update, didn't cha? Haha. I did. To answer some FAQ's: 1) This will wind up a G/M, if you haven't figured it already. Sorry if you don't like that idea, but it happens. 2) Bra is with Ubuu, I briefly mentioned it in the first chapter and I will again in this one (briefly). 3)Marron and Trunks won't be together three months after this chapter. That is: Trunks and Marron are going to be together for like 3 more chapters (I know, I said that last time, but I forgot one important factor of my plot) so, I'm planning on splitting them around chapter seven. But, this is the last chapter they're shown together really. And even in this one, they're fighting so it's okay. 4) You weren't supposed to know what was in Toby's car, some figured it out, but I never said. Sorry if it confused you. You'll know in this chapt. And, here we go:
Irresolvable Conflicts
He ran his hands through his lavender hair and sighed with exhaustion. She hadn't called. Hadn't called him once. He jumped every time the phone rang, and that was often because it was always making noise, and still not once had it been her. Trunks missed her terribly, hadn't talked to her since last night, and he was literally loosing his mind.
Maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he hadn't been so distant after she'd said she was 'tired', maybe if he'd held her instead. Dende, he couldn't deal with this, but as he reached for the phone to call her, it rang. His hand was already lifting it up before he had time to process that he wasn't dialing out, but someone was dialing him. He hoped it was her.
"Hello?" His voice was anxious and weary, filled with tiredness and hope all at the same time. But the person to answer his call wasn't the one he'd hoped it would be. And yet, he was glad of who it was.
"Hey Trunks. What's wrong?" She got right to the point, he smiled.
"Nothing, Pan. I was just…well I was hoping you'd be someone else."
"Oh, someone with blond hair and crystal blue eyes?" She caught on quickly and, he wasn't sure, but there seemed to be a hint of anger in her voice.
"Something like that. Sorry, but we haven't talked since a brief disagreement we had last night…well, it wasn't a disagreement, so much as…I don't know what it was."
"Did you argue?" That time he was sure of the emotion in her voice, concern.
"No, we didn't argue." He reassured her. "Nothing's wrong really, we just didn't talk. She was tired, you know."
"I thought you two had off days, that you were spending together?" That time there was minor accusation in her speech.
"We did, but I got called in, you know how that goes. Speaking of which, where were you last night around eight?"
"So wait, you work and then you come home to…'talk'…and she claims to be tired? How does that work out?"
"It's nothing. I said, where were you? I needed to know, eight or fifteen, and I was left to decide all by myself. Almost had a mid-life crisis five years too early."
"Please, the middle of your life is at least thirty years away. And you're avoiding the question, I said 'how does that work'?"
"No, you're avoiding the question. Where were you?"
"I was on a date." She spit the information out quickly and made an attempt to bypass it in order to ask him her same question over again, but he wasn't going to let her wriggle away so easily this time, he cut her off.
"You were on a date?" The words danced off his lips in a playful manner that made it obvious he was smiling. "With who?"
"You gossip like a woman, Trunks. And you're not answering my question truthfully. How does that work?"
"Are you still talking about Marron? I've moved on to this mystery man you were dating last night."
"Sorry, but he's taken Trunks, you're going to have to find another new love interest."
"Haha. Cute. So, things went that well last night? He's already taken."
"Yep, it was a fantastic date…for him and some girl named Amber. She snagged him quicker than you could blink."
"Huh?" Trunks sat back in his chair, knowing this was going to be a long story. "A girl named Amber? Pan, you let someone else grab your man without a fight?"
"No, actually I think it was me that was doing the grabbing. She was too busy being shoved and I guess her and Toby kind of got shoved together."
"Wait, Toby? That's that same guy that wouldn't call?"
"I've moved past that Trunks, why don't you?" Trunks sighed and tapped his fingers on the desk in an annoyed manner.
"Pan, if you don't start explaining…" He let the threat linger in the air, testing his angry voice on her to see if she would fidget.
"All right, all right." She did, he smiled to himself. About time someone started listening to him.
"So," She paused dramatically, holding out the 'so' for as long as she could and then drawing in breath to start her story. "I bumped into Toby, who didn't call, at the University and we got to talking and he asked me out. At first I was going to say no, but then I thought about what you said to me awhile ago, you know, about sending all the guys off?" She didn't wait for him to respond, simply knew that he was nodding his head, which he was.
"And so, I said yes. I wasn't sure if that was a good idea later…but…" She shrugged off that line of thought and continued with her story. "He came to pick me up and I rushed him out of the house before the usual stare-down could ensue. Then when I got to the car," Here she paused and he wasn't sure if she was gathering her thoughts or deciding what to tell and what to leave out. Then she resumed her speech.
"When I got to the car there were people in the back seat. A double date, can you believe the nerve of that guy?" She asked, outrage in her voice. "He didn't even ask if that was okay with me! I knew I wasn't going to like this the second I got in the car, I even considered leaving, but, I don't know, I just didn't. Well the guy that came along, Gabriel, was his cousin, and he'd just moved to Japan. He graduated from a University in England and moved here to be with his mom; she just went through a divorce and he thought he'd help her out while he could and stay with her. Isn't that sweet?" She didn't wait for a response, only continued her ramble. "So, Toby was just trying to introduce him to a few people, help him get out of the house. So he hooked him up with this girl, Amber." Here she paused again and he could almost see her smile.
"But, come to find out, Gabe was a lot more to my interest…" Trunks laughed, glad she had found a place to wrap that story up.
"Tsk, tsk Pan." He shook his finger disapprovingly. "You stole poor Amber's date."
"Yeah, but she stole mine too. We're even now."
"So, you plan on seeing…what's his name, again?"
"Gabriel, and yes. He's rather interesting. I think we'll just be friends though." Here he sighed, letting her know that he thought that was a terrible idea.
"Just be friends? You said he was interesting. Why not take a different turn for once and date this guy? You know, give him a chance? Take a risk? Try something new?"
"I try new things all the time. And dating wouldn't be 'something new' for me. I date all the time too. I just think we'd be better off as friends."
"Why?" He challenged, already knowing she couldn't give a sufficient answer.
"Because, dating doesn't always work out, and I like the way his mind works. I think I'd get more from him as a friend."
"Do you hear yourself sometimes? I'm just wondering. You like him and that's why you only want to be friends? Because you like him? That's usually grounds for dating someone. And you said you wanted to be married." He snorted sarcastically and then found that he was listening to the dial tone. "Pan?" He listened, just to be sure, but there was no one on the line anymore. She'd hung up on him. On him! He slammed the receiver down with an indignant look on his face. No one had ever had the nerve to hang up on him, other than Pan a few other times, and it was usually reserved for when he was being a jerk.
He crossed his arms and gave a very Vegita-like scowl to the phone before remembering what he'd originally set out to do. He'd been planning to call Marron, not talk to Pan. But she got him so upset that he didn't even want to consider the possibility of talking to Marron right now. Especially since even Pan thought Marron's behavior was out of the ordinary. Not to mention unfair, which left him in the same angry boat that he had been in last night. So he simply sighed and went back to his stack of papers.
*
It had been three weeks and Trunks and Marron were still upset with one another. One fight escalated into another and then another. Both were searing about how the other didn't call after the first night, and both were seething about how the other was searing about how neither of them called. And then Trunks was yelling because Marron had 'no right to be upset' and Marron was yelling because Trunks was 'an inconsiderate jack-ass'.
The harsh yells turned into icy silence and soft brushes of a kiss in the morning before either of them departed for work. The rough discussions turned into polite questions of one another's day and eventually spiraled into minimal coverage of the other's feelings in general. Only three weeks and their loving glances twisted into fake euphoria and anger hidden behind glossy eyes. And then it broke. The world they knew and was once accustomed to, the life that they built up and promised for each other, fell apart in a mere three months. One event after another pushing the other over the edge. And it started with Vegita…(A/n: the rest is describing the three months that 'broke' things, only the first month in this chapter though)
"Trunks, stop moaning and just come on. The sooner we get this over with, the better." Marron warned as she pulled him into Capsule.
"I'm not moaning Marron. I only said I wasn't in the mood today." He reluctantly followed her, being argumentative as usual. And, as she had been for the past three weeks, she ignored his snappy tone.
"As soon as this is over with…" She mumbled to herself, almost as if she were making a promise. But he wasn't sure if she were promising him or herself. What was going to happen when this was over with? He wondered. Was that some kind of threat? He shrugged and walked into the main room, already being assaulted by his mother.
"There you two are." Bulma sighed with relief, approaching them with a smile, her eyes scrunched at the top to indicate she was upset. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show." Her hands found her hips and Trunks unconsciously backed up three steps.
"We…we were a little busy." Marron admitted, looking guiltily from Trunks to Bulma. The blue-haired woman examined them and smiled, getting the wrong impression of Marron's confession.
"I see." She said slyly. "Busy. Right." She shook her head and shrugged. "Anyway, there are books that need to be looked through in here. Trunks you can go…well, I don't care where you go…just wait until someone calls for you. I don't know…talk with your sisters or something."
He hadn't needed more than that to push him out the door, the only thing that halted his footsteps was the last part of her sentence. Sisters? "Pan's here?" He turned his head in question with his mother, who nodded, and a smile formed across his lips. His eyes were just barely able to catch the glare Marron was shooting his way, but he pulled one of her numbers, he ignored it.
"Great, I've been meaning to talk to her." He reveled in the fact that this statement started Marron, with his saiyan hearing he could pick up on her smart comment.
"I'll bet you have." She replied in a mimicking voice, he didn't wait around to see if his mother had heard it, or even bother with a response. If she wanted to act childish, so could he.
He didn't know why she was jealous of Pan, or when it started, but she clearly was. Whenever he talked to her, or about her, Marron got uncommonly quiet with a little scowl on the top of her forehead. He noticed that she and Pan never hung out the way they used to and even seemed to be avoiding each other. It was kind of a stroke to his ego. He'd never made Marron jealous before, so whatever he was doing, he didn't want to stop it anytime soon. Especially since she used all of her strength to ignore him lately. He had fun setting her off whenever he could.
"Pan." He called out loudly as his foots traveled up the stairs. "Bra. What are you doing? Come and greet the best looking guy on the planet." Pounding steps could be heard traveling towards the stairs and he smirked.
"Brad?…" His sister started, out of breath. "Brad Pitt is in Japan?" She let her eyes dart dangerously around the hall, in every direction, searching for something that wasn't there.
"Haha, B-Chan. I meant, me." She scoffed and shot him and angry glare.
"Don't mess with me that way! And you, the best looking guy on the planet? Yeah, right. I don't know who told you that lie." She turned her nose up in disgust.
"Tokyo Journal, The Sun, Ilumina Magazine…"
"Shut-up Trunks." This was Pan, his eyes shifted to glance in her direction. Unconsciously he noted how nice she looked. Her hair was pulled into a bun, the ends toppling over and falling down her neck. She had glasses sitting on the top of her head, clearly they weren't hers, and a soft touch of chap stick on her lips that gave them just the right shine. Her jeans weren't very tight, but they looked nice on her, and even though her shirt was a size large, it was tucked in at the front and pulled out at the back, almost teasing guys with what her figure really looked like.
"Whose going to make me?" He felt the familiar form of his smirk fitting to his lips again and was glad that Pan was around. He hadn't seen her in two weeks, her company was being divided between him, school, her parents, and…Gabe. She hadn't stopped talking about Gabriel since she met him, he's the sweetest…he's so nice…he is going to be a writer…Trunks didn't care.
It was nice that she was finally meeting someone. It was great that she was happy being…whatever she was with this guy, but it wasn't great anymore when that guy took Trunks' time away. He'd made three wrong decisions about business ventures and she didn't even care. Be a man, she'd said.
"I've already proven I could take you, remember?" She copied his trademark smirk.
"That was before, when I was overworked and tired. Now I've got all this pent up frustration, I'm pretty sure you'd loose." He walked up the rest of the stairs and stood face to face with her, trying to make his presence scare her.
"Aw, You and Marron still at each other's throats? After all this time?" He wasn't sure if she was genuinely concerned or mocking him, because he could see a faint smile at the tip of her lips, but her eyes were sincere.
"Yes. She's being stubborn. Won't talk to me." He sighed and pulled Pan into an embrace. "And I've had no one to complain to. I missed you Pan-pan." His voice was overly dramatic and he could hear his sister gag beside him.
"Gross, I'm going back in my room while you two make out." She waved her hand and headed back to her room, giggling at the horrified expression Pan shot her.
"Well, you know what they say, when they wife's not putting out, go for the best friend." Pan punched his shoulder as he laughed in delight, her anger making him feel better.
"And who says that Mr. Briefs?" She took on a business tone, pulling her body away from his.
"I do, Pan, I do."
"Humph. So," She changed the subject. "Let me get this straight. Marron starts the fight and she stays mad at you? What did you do? It had to have been horrible. Are you not telling me the whole truth?"
"No. I honest to goodness, swear. I've done nothing. Apparently that was the problem. I didn't call, I wasn't considerate, I'm being a jerk. Something along those lines. But personally, I think something's upsetting her and she just doesn't want to talk about it."
"Then why are you telling me? Talk to your girlfriend, Trunks."
"Fiancée, Pan."
"Just makes you look like a bigger ass when you say it that way."
"Thanks, babe." He spoke with sarcasm, rolling his eyes, and pulled her into another hug. "How have you been?" He smiled at the way her hands squished against his chest, as if she were protesting against the contact.
"Why are you still hugging me?" She mumbled into his chest, pushing away with a confused expression.
"I've been deprived of physical contact for a few weeks." He shrugged. "How've you been?"
"Pretty good. Busy, I guess. I didn't realize it'd been that long since we had last seen each other. I'm sorry."
"Gabriel showing you the time of your life?" He was sure his tone was sarcastic, but he wasn't quite clear on why. Well, the bastard had stolen Pan's attention, that was worth not liking him for.
"Not at all. Just, you know, getting to know new people. He's really nice Trunks, you should meet him sometime. I'm sure you'd like him."
"It won't matter. As long as you like him. He's your boyfriend."
"Tsk, tsk, Trunks. I told you he wasn't. We're trying that friends thing."
"Yeah. And that's why you're spending all your free time around him?"
"I've been busy doing more than just 'spending time with Gabe'. Anyway, why are you so hostile about it? You didn't get enough abuse from Marron to know better yet?"
"I'm not being hostile, Panny. Just trying to get you to be honest for once." She had pushed past him and began to descend the stairs. His voice traveled after hers before he followed her, still teasing. "We all know it's about time you started to really date."
"I-" She started, then paused, realizing that he was baiting her. He had been from the beginning. Trunks often liked to piss other people off when he was pissed about something. She clamped her mouth and rounded the stairs, heading-to Trunks' horror-into the main room. The women were gathered there. His mother along with Marron's mother-to her horror-were picking out flowers and wedding assortments. He didn't want to go in there.
"So, Pan-pan, you thinking about taking notes for your big day? You and Gabe that serious?" He tired, unsuccessfully, to bait her again. Anything to stop her from walking into that room. She didn't halt, however, only snorted and went straight in. Trunks paused, feet dancing from the entrance and back, a weary look on his face.
Finally he decided that he wasn't going to go in there. But his decision was in vain. Seconds later Pan was coming back, a devious glint in her eyes.
"Your wife to be wants your opinion on something." She smirked at his annoyed face.
"With what?" He asked, horrification creeping into his tone.
"The color for the floral assortment. She's narrowed it down to four different shades of purple and six shades of blue, she wants you to decide."
His face blanched. "Bra!" He yelled, suddenly wondering why his younger sister wasn't in the front row for this discussion. She loved girly things and she idolized Marron.
"She's been talking to Ubuu for three hours and she still won't let him hang up." Pan tried to withhold the laughter dancing in her eyes from toppling from her lips. "You're fresh out of luck. Go on." She grabbed his hand and pulled at him but he dug his feet into the ground. She tugged harder and then sighed, letting him go.
"Fine, Trunks. I'll just tell Marron, her mother, and your mother that you aren't obeying orders. Then we'll see what…"
"Fine, fine." He relented moving his foot nearly a centimeter before stopping again. "There are six shades of blue? That many blues exist?"
"No, Trunks. I said she narrowed it down to six. There was a whole book full of blue." Pan shook her head, reaching a hand up to innocently tussle his hair.
"A book?" He didn't skip a beat as her fingers dashed into his purple strands and scattered them about his head. "You're lying. There can't possibly be a whole book about the color blue."
"Oh, that's what I said, but there is." She paused as she stepped farther into the room. Marron had been standing there, watching them, and now she had the ugliest scowl Pan had ever seen the girl wear plastered on her face. Her hands moved dangerously to her hips and she bit the bottom of one of her lips, her perfectly manicured fingers twitching slightly.
"I was on my way, Mar." Trunks sighed, knowing he was in for an earful. She opened her mouth a few times, looking angrily from Pan to him, back to Pan again, but promptly shut it after every time. She was standing in such a dumbfounded manner that it had her looking slightly like a fish out of water. Only her anger kept the laughter from pouring from each of their voices.
"I was on my way." Trunks repeated, more annoyed by the second. But a concern was creeping into his voice that was unmistakable. Everyone in the room was dead silent. It wasn't until then that Trunks noticed the solid figure of his father, standing causally at that side of the room, arms crossed over each other, his scowl deeper than ever. It wasn't until then that the first event occurred, one event out of many that sent his life into a spiral of confusion and heartbreak.
"Humph." Vegita moved from his static position, giving the three of them a glance. Without warning, without reason, he did something that would leave Trunks bitter for years. "I'm not going to this wedding, boy." His voice was calm, not a threat but a statement, and filled with withheld disgust and animosity.
"What?" Trunks asked, taken back. He wasn't going? "I'm sorry, father, I thought you said-"
"I did. If you marry the blond, I won't go."
"What do you mean by 'if', father? We're getting married in three months."
"Vegita!" Bulma started, the warning in her tone already clear, the shrill yell high enough to break the glass in the windows. Trunks glanced at Marron long enough to notice her mouth had stopped flapping open and shut and had decided on the open position. Everyone else was too stunned to even move.
"No, woman. I'm not going and that's final." He gave Pan a longer stare than was necessary and, considering it was Vegita, she was very aware of how odd this was. He was looking at her when it was Trunks and Marron's life he was complicating more. Almost as if he were trying send her a message with his glares.
Marron's heart sunk and she crumpled to the floor unable to gather everything that was going on at the moment. "Mar." Trunks went into immediate action. He walked over to her and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, a loving look in his eyes. For the first time in three weeks, she returned it.
"It doesn't matter whether he's there or not. But, listen, I'll talk to him later. Find out what that was about. Don't get too upset…Didn't you have some…flowers for me to decide something about?" She blinked a few times and stifled a cry then shook, as if just hearing him. Her entire demeanor changed from depressed to outraged in mere seconds.
She moved her feet quickly, standing before he had the chance to gather her change in mood. "Trunks Vegita Briefs! If you think the fact that your own father won't show up to our wedding, isn't a big deal, you are sadly mistaken mister! I am not going to marry you without the entire family's support behind us. You know how important family is to me. You know I can't do that!"
"Marron," Pan spoke this time, soothing and yet harsh. "You're missing the big picture. Vegita or no Vegita, you and Trunks…you and Trunks…are in…love," Her stammers could have been concluded to one of many things. Most thought she was recoiling from the dangerous look the blond was shooting her way. Trunks didn't, Pan was too prideful to be scared of Marron, in any state. And Vegita, who was still listening by the doorway, he didn't either.
"Two people that…that love each other…should share in that for the rest of their lives." Now she was talking rapidly, as if she were being hurt with each word and wanted to get the pain over with immediately. The way one would in pulling off a band-aid. "No matter what other people think, if you really love him, you'll marry him anyway." This last part was a dare, a challenge. And Marron heard it for what it was.
"Well," She began, indignant for all she was worth. "If you're such an expert on love, Pan Son, maybe you should be the one getting married. Not me!" Hers was a challenge too, and Pan accepted it for what it was. But the words held more than just a challenge. They held a promise and Trunks heard it, his face went into hot panic, his hands already sweating. She dipped her body around and yanked up her baby-blue-leather purse, matched perfectly with her shoes, and turned defiantly toward the door.
"Marron." He stated, dangerous in his tone. "I'll fix it. I'll fix it tonight, I promise."
"Oh, she's being such a baby, Trunks. Leave her alone. You deserve better." Pan gasped after the words slipped out of her mouth, automatically raising her hand to her lips in shock. Marron turned around, fire burning in her crystal depths, and raised her hand dangerously. She shot it forward and flesh met flesh. If Pan had been thinking clearly she would have moved her head back in feigned pain, but she was not, and she didn't pretend to be hurt at all.
Her temper was getting the better of her and that wasn't good. When Marron was angry there was something to say about it. But when Pan was angry there was no room to even talk. She lifted her hand to retaliate, but at the last second thought better of it and lowered her arm again. She sighed, took a deep breath, and blinked her eyes a few times. Marron scoffed and turned around, neither of them trusting themselves to speak. They both knew that at this moment silence was better.
Trunks obviously hadn't gotten that memo. His mouth shot open in protest, not sure who he was more angry with. "Pan!" He attacked first, her being his responsibility to scold for so long it was habit with him. "What's wrong with you? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"No Trunks, I'm tired of the way she treats you. And you should be too. Really. If it had been me, I would have known after the second night of silence that she needed more time to grow up before we could get married. But you-"
"That's enough!" Marron puffed her features out, making her look worse than she already had. "You tell her everything, don't you? Everything Trunks. It's none of your business what goes on in adult relationships. You're too young to understand it anyway."
"Marron, that's not fair." Trunks tried to keep the peace, but he'd started with the wrong person.
"What?" She shot him a hazardous glare before turning back to Pan. "You mean to tell me that I'm not being fair? Right, because everything she said was true? I'm just a bitch that couldn't be mature enough to set aside our differences so you wouldn't be uncomfortable? She had nothing to do with anything. You had nothing to do with it either."
"What…?" He wasn't sure what she meant, or if he should respond any longer. So far, he'd only made things worse. "What are you…what do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. That little whore does too. If she understands you so well then marry her Trunks, marry her!" It was a command, not a request. She flung her hands into the air and sighed, turning around and walking as calmly as possible out of the room. He tried to grab her and stop her but the look on her face made him shiver beneath his skin. Pan was seeing red by the time everyone came back to their senses.
"That bitch called me a whore." She mumbled, dumbfounded.
"That bitch is going to be my wife." Trunks warned her language with an upsetting stare. "Have you told her something about us that you'd like to get off your chest, Panny?" He sighed, exhausted, and rubbed his hands through his hair.
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Eighteen and Bulma were still gaping, Eighteen in a conservative way, Bulma in a loud, obvious, one.
"Go after her, Trunks!" Bulma commanded, but Eighteen shook her head.
"Leave her alone. Talk to her tonight. She'll have calmed down. She's stubborn but she's not stupid. And she loves you." With that she stood up and walked out, no one knowing if it was after her daughter or not.
"You'd better fix this, Trunks. And Pan, I expected better from you!" Bulma glared.
"How can I fix it if you don't talk to father?" Trunks tried to give her a hint. "That's what Marron was upset about. He started it, you know. Get him to agree to coming the wedding and everything will be fine."
"It won't be fine, that bitch called me a whore." Pan was still glaring, clenching her fists. "If she had been anyone but my best friend's fiancée, I would have knocked her senseless. How dare she?"
"You asked for it, Pan." Trunks warned. "And she's not a bitch…not usually."
"What did I do? Besides tell her the truth?"
"Don't start, Pan. I don't want to fight with you too. I'm going to need you right now."
"I think the blond had a point." Vegita entered the room again, smirking and walking past them all, obviously decided that whatever he'd sought out to do was accomplished.
"What?" Pan yelled, her voice decimals higher than Trunks would have liked, having to stand right next to her. "Are you saying I am a whore? Because if you are-" Vegita's insolent chuckles were disrupting her train of thought. She paused to gape at his rudeness.
"No, woman. I'm just saying that she had a point." He shrugged and walked off, not bothering to offer more explanation than that. Pan turned to look at Trunks, dumbfounded, and angry that she had nothing intelligent to say. Trunks opened his mouth but she hushed him rapidly.
"Never mind. Don't say anything. I'm going home, you go talk to your fiancée. And I…I'll call Gabe. He'll know what to say." She reasoned out loud, too upset and too hurt to be anything else but shocked. Her emotions were on haywire and she wasn't sure exactly what to do. Marron had been unbearable at times, hotheaded, big headed, and even a little air headed, but never had she just been outright cruel. Never had she insulted Pan like that before. Never had she snapped and hit her. They had always managed to get along, even if Marron wasn't one of the nicest friends Pan had, she was still considered a friend. Until that very moment. The moment her hand made contact with Pan's face. After that, history was written, the past couldn't be changed, the action was done and the consequences would be suffered. Not that Pan was completely innocent. She had evoked it, she knew, but that was just a slip of the tongue. She hadn't meant to utter aloud the thought she'd been harboring for so long. But she had. And Marron had slapped her. And then had the audacity to call her a whore.
They couldn't be friends anymore after that. No matter how uncharacteristic Marron's behavior had been. It had been wrong and Pan wouldn't accept her forgiveness plea when she offered it. They just couldn't be friends. Pan wouldn't allow it. She turned and mechanically walked out of the main room, down the hall, and out of the door. Leaving Capsule Corporations in more chaos than it had seen in years.
She was sure Bulma was yelling like no other, at Vegita and at Trunks. She was sure Trunks was still standing in that same spot, wondering what he was going to do with his life now. Wondering how he was going to fix this. And she was just as sure that Bra was now off the phone, wondering what she'd missed and upset that she hadn't been able to see Pan get slapped. This was the most exciting conflict to occur since Majin Buu. And that, in itself, was a sad truth.
A/N: I hope you didn't think it was too bad. I don't know about this one, I thought parts of it were kind of confusing. I apologize for that, I think I'm just rushing myself to get to the good part. I can't wait for the good part ^-^ Well, see you guys on Wednesday! Oh, and please, please, review. I'll love you forever.