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A/N: And you thought I was mean last chapter. Bwahaha!
From Bad to Worse
"What's wrong?" Trunks questioned, his face scrunched from obvious stress.
"Everything's wrong." Pan pouted, throwing her hands into her hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail with a yellow scrunchie, and messing it up. Her forehead wrinkled as she looked into Trunks' clear blue eyes, anger and stress clearly evident in her own. Mixed with something he couldn't quite touch…was it fear?
"Well, what specifically?" He asked, trying hard not to look at his watch and rush her out of his office. He had an appointment at three o'clock and she had walked into his office at two-forty looking distressed and highly annoyed.
"The caterer called and apparently they've mixed up our order with someone else's. They delivered our cake two hours ago, wedding top couple and everything." She tilted her head, pain clear in her features as she told him, taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk. He sighed, knowing this was going to take a while, and groaned after taking in the information she'd just given him.
"Pan, the wedding is in two days, they can make another cake by then." He tried to be reasonable about the situation.
"No they can't, Trunks. Not only do they have other costumers, but it took them a week to make that cake. It was huge and they can't get us one that size in such short notice." She sucked in the sides of her cheeks, obviously challenging him to come up with something else. Apparently she had already gone through every option and wanted him to play the same guessing game she had. He really needed to talk about this later.
"Okay…So what did they propose they do? Since this was their error." He quirked an eyebrow.
"Oh, they don't know what they're going to do. It's more chaotic there than it is at my house. You wouldn't believe it. Anyway, we'll have to get married without a real cake. The best they can do is a substitute. It's half the size and the bride and groom cake top people are typical - nothing like us." She crossed her arms defiantly.
"Do you want to go to another company, Pan?" He asked, all fight leaving his voice.
"No, Trunks, I don't want to go to another company." She told him, her voice angered and flat as she spoke. "They're the best."
"Then what's the problem? Is the cake-top couple that important? I can have someone make us a cake-top couple."
"Yes it's important, Trunks. The woman on the top of my wedding cake is blonde. She's blonde with blue eyes. Like I need that reminder on a day that's supposed to be special for me. Of all the luck." Her face hardened as she leaned forward in the chair.
"So you want a new cake-top couple? Okay, done." He nodded, writing it into his schedule book. Pan glowered and reached across his desk, pulling the book out of his hands.
"Are you rushing me?" She absolutely dared him to tell her yes, eyes lighting as she looked down at the book, not really needing an answer to her question but waiting anyway.
"No, sweetheart, take all the time you need."
"Good, because I need a lot of time." She warned him, ripping the page that he had been studying out of his planner. She stood up abruptly, throwing the planner back to him, and walking out of his office door. He stared, curious and confused, afraid to move from the mood she had just taken with him. What was he supposed to do? Quickly, while she was out of the room, he glanced at his watch. He groaned, he only had five minutes left.
"Don't look at your watch, you're not going anywhere. Your secretary's canceling all of your appointments. She's pretty, by the way, I don't recall her being here last time."
"The other one quit." He spoke dismissively, rubbing his temples.
"Well, this one's gorgeous." Pan reiterated, trying to catch his reaction.
"Is she?" He shrugged, honestly not 'in the know' on the subject. "Why'd you cancel all of my appointments, Pan?"
"Because, we have problems Trunks. Problems that need to be resolved in twenty-four hours."
"Pan, I'm off for the next two and a half weeks. This can't wait until tomorrow?"
"I can't see you tomorrow and no this can't wait. What does two days mean to you Trunks? In two days we-are-getting-married." She spoke it slowly to spell it out for him, patronizing in her tone.
"Obviously and I'm very excited. But Pan,"
"Trunks, that wasn't the only problem with the caterer."
"There was something else? I thought you said they were the best."
"They are the best." She challenged, frowning some more.
"Then why are they-"
"Are you through questioning me yet?" She interrupted impatiently. "We don't have time to wonder why. We can only deal with what is, not with what could have or should have been. Stay with me, Trunks."
"Baby, you're not in a very good mood…are you?"
"It took you this long to notice? And since when am I 'baby'?"
"You do know we're getting married, right?"
"Isn't that why I'm here - dealing with all this crap?" Trunks sighed, dropping his shoulders and realizing that he wasn't going to win. Finally he shook his head and held out his arms, motioning his hands so that she'd get the hint and come to him.
"Come here." He spoke as she moved around his desk and was pulled into his arms, onto his lap. "What's wrong? Tell me everything."
"Everything is such a long list."
"I'm all ears." He rubbed her arms and then rested his chin on her shoulder, gently kissing the nape of her neck. "It's not like I have any appointments to make today." He joked, she didn't laugh.
"The caterers screwed up the meal too. The desserts are right, except for the cake, and the sides are perfect. Well, except that there's too much of every side. But the real problem is…" She waited, biting her lip and closing her eyes, apparently from fright. Trunks waited, holding her patiently. "There's no meat. At all. They thought we ordered vegetables-only."
"So…what exactly are they serving, Pan?"
"Rice, all kinds of rice, carrots, corn, steamed vegetables, salad, squash…"
"I hate squash. And carrots."
"I know. Listen. Potatoes, tomatoes, um…Vegetables, Trunks. Just no cheese."
"We're getting different caterers." He stated affirmatively.
"Fine, but where are you going to find them on such short notice?"
"I'm rich, Pan. Anything's possible." Then, after a moment. "We're rich, sorry about that."
"I don't want your money Trunks." He laughed, tickling her sides as he shook his head in amusement.
"What else is wrong?" He was almost afraid to hear the answer.
"There's seventy-five people invited to this wedding."
"You got my mother to cut down the list that much?" He questioned, astonished by the small list.
"Trunks, I told her no more than thirty - friends and family included with business partners." Trunks winced, squeezing her sides again.
"You thought you'd get away with that, Pan?" She stiffened in his arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"One hundred and eighty people were invited to my last wedding." This time Pan winced.
"What's that got to do with me? Marron is a busy-body."
"She is not, Pan. Be civil, she's your aunt now. It was all mom's doing. All I'm saying is you got off easy, love."
"I don't like when you call me love, please stop."
"What's with you attacking everything I say to you? What's wrong Pan?"
"You've asked me that a million times."
"If you'd answer my question-"
"I am answering it. You're just not listening. I wanted a small wedding, thirty was my maximum and your mother completely disregarded my wishes."
"Our mother in two days."
"She'll always be your mother and only your mother."
"Don't forget Bra."
"This is irrelevant, Trunks. Why are you being difficult?"
"I'm not being difficult, you are." He countered, a slight amount of annoyance in his voice when he spoke.
"I'm trying to tell you what's wrong with me. I keep having to try, with no progress. If you're not going to take this seriously then I'll just marry myself." He laughed at that impossible thought, kissing her cheek as she puffed.
"You're marrying me, stop trying to fight it."
"I don't like you."
"You're still marrying me, so what do I care? Are you going to continue or not?"
"Not if you keep being a jerk." She pouted, poking her lower lip out. He turned her face toward him, capturing her lip between his teeth and lightly biting it.
"I'm not being a jerk." He teased. Then, "Okay, I'm sorry." When she continued to pout.
"You ought to be," She told him in a warning tone, ignoring his very odd, very playful behavior. "Because I don't know what I'm doing, Trunks. Your mother is impossible and I feel like I'm being invited to this wedding instead of being the one having it. Between my mother and yours I doubt I even have to show up on Monday. They seem to have everything in control."
"What else did they do?" He asked, knowing she was about to fall into another rampage of disasters in a moment.
"They took my day from me." She pouted and he couldn't help but picture a small child jumping up and down, stomping her feet, as she said it. "This is supposed to be a relaxing time, where I sit back and think about what crap I'm getting myself into. I don't want to have to worry about what our mothers are going to do next."
"You didn't answer the question."
"You mean, what'd they do?" He nodded. "What didn't they do? I wanted a wedding under the chapel balcony, while the sun was setting, right beneath the trees. I could envision it. And my mother changed it so that we would all be sitting outside, in the daylight, with the sun beaming up ahead and everyone praying to get out of heat. I can see it now." She wrinkled her nose and reclined against him, seeking shelter in his form as she tried not to get hysterical.
"Pan," He tried, still wanting to be positive about things. "It's not supposed to be hot on Monday, it's supposed to be a little cloudy. You have nothing to worry about."
"Oh no? And how are we going to fit seventy people in the backyard of the little chapel I picked out? Simple, Bulma says, we won't. She changed the location last month, without telling me. I mean, I could be wrong but I'm supposed to be getting married, not her!"
"We're getting married Pan. And isn't that all that matters? You and I are going to be married in two days - can't you concentrate on that instead?" She moaned and threw her head down, resting it on his shoulder, right next to his neck. "Okay, I'll bite, what's really wrong?"
"That wasn't enough?" She whispered, her breath slinking across his neck and traveling down his spine. He shivered, involuntarily, and shifted to get comfortable again.
"Do you know how attractive that is?" He teased, temporarily forgetting that they were dealing with a couple of crises here. She pulled her face up, giving him a quizzical, yet challenging look.
"Are you telling me that I've just told you all of that and all you can think about is the fact that something I've done is attractive?"
"Well, you are sitting on my lap." He smirked, ignoring the momentary anger that danced in her eyes. "Besides, my thoughts are more pleasant than yours."
"What's wrong with you?" She exploded, jumping up and pushing the palm of her hand into his chest, as if to knock some sense into him. "We're about to be married. Doesn't that concern you? Are you thinking about it at all?"
"Pan, how would you like me to answer that question? What am I supposed to be thinking of right now, exactly? Am I behaving in any way that unnerves you?"
"Yes you're behaving in a way that unnerves me. You're calm!" She threw her hands into the air, getting louder and louder the longer she went on. "Aren't you scared? Nervous? Completely, utterly terrified?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Or do you even care at all? Is this just another business deal to you? Dende! Who am I kidding? I am marrying myself in two days!"
He was up in less than a second, almost panicked with her mood and not sure how to calm her. He pulled her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist, covering her lips with his out of alarm first and then anger as he gathered everything she'd just said in his mind.
She backed up a few steps, shocked, and he followed her, their lips never leaving contact. Her eyes popped open immediately, then, as the kiss became less frightened, less panicked, it became more urgent, more demanding. He kept walking forward until her back met with the wall, her hands coming around his neck in an almost desperate grip.
It wasn't clear which one of them regained their senses first, but almost a second later both of them pulled away, Trunks moving back with a confused look on his face, trying to catch his breath.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked after a second of silence. She closed her eyes and shook her head, frowning deeper than before.
"What's wrong with you?" She challenged. "You weren't supposed to respond that way." She added, as if she were trying to justify her question.
"You just compared yourself to one of my business contracts, completely exploded, and lost total control of all your good sense in less than a minute. I think you need to answer me first."
"It's been building up for months, Trunks." He opened his mouth, thinking she meant the insults she'd just thrown at him, but shut it when she continued. "All this stress. I don't know what's happening anymore. I always feel like I'm on pins and needles and I just want to…I don't know…break something."
"Or pull someone against a wall and-"
"Hello! You pushed me against the wall." She adjusted her shirt, pretending to be really upset, and glowered at him. "Can't you even wait two days?"
He laughed lightly, shaking his head at her attempt to be angry. "It's not working Pan, I can see you laughing through your eyes." He smirked and her mean look transformed into one that showed exactly how unsettled she was. "Why do I feel like you still haven't told me what's wrong with you?"
Her breath heaved in and out before she gathered up the strength to answer. "Chi-Chi said, two weeks ago, that she would call off the wedding if I didn't."
"If you didn't what?" He asked, completely missing the point.
"If I didn't call it off myself Trunks!" She responded, exasperated as she fell against his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, fear lighting, tingling through him as he considered what she had just said. Slowly, very cautiously, he pulled his head back to get a good look at her. He closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, and asked,
"Well, what did you tell her?"
"I haven't called it off have I?" He sighed, more stressed than he could ever remember being in his life.
"Why would she say something like that?" He asked, weight to his voice for he feared he knew the answer.
"She doesn't think you're in love with me." He stepped back, looking at her eyes, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Why wouldn't she?"
"She's may be old but she's not blind." Her tone was flat as she answered, her eyes never meeting his as she spoke.
"Pan, she can't possibly be sure of whether or not I'm in love you. I'm not even-"
"Trunks!" There was panic in her voice as she cut him off, her eyes widening like saucers.
"Yes?" He asked, a little started because he realized what he was about to say. Apparently so had she and, for some reason, it made her uncomfortable. He'd have thought that after all the time she'd spent trying to get him to say those exact words that now, when he was going to, she didn't want to hear them. His face crinkled even more.
There was an awkward silence that followed, both of them moving farther away from each other as if the physical distance could sever the emotional bond. If he wasn't right next to her then he didn't love her. And if she wasn't next to him there wasn't a possibility that she could be wrong…
"So what do you want to do?" He finally asked.
"What's to do?" She shook her head, sighing with relief that he had let the other subject die. "Except go through the motions and hope she changes her mind."
"You should have told me this earlier." He frowned as she sat back down in the chair across from his desk. "We could have come up with a better solution."
"You can't fake love Trunks…" There was an uncomfortable laugh that she threw onto the end of her sentence that made him uneasy. He took a seat as well, studying her face, her eyes. Seeing something that confused him to no end - changed his outlook completely. For the first time in his life, ever since he had known her, he felt that she just might be uncomfortable with the strength of his feelings for her.
"Can't you, Pan?" He questioned automatically, a slightly accusing tone to his voice. The question was left unanswered; he hadn't expected her to respond, but still the silence filled his heart with a sense of foreboding.
But she loved him, though…Right?
***
"I cannot do this!" Was the sullen cry that rose out from a small corner of the dark room. Bra squinted her eyes and she could just barely see the color white moving back and forth across the cold wood floor. She knew that figure was the one that had called out in distress, the girl had been like this for the last half-hour.
"Pan," Bra spoke, reaching blindly in the darkness, trying to feel her way to the girl. She got there, placing a hand on some part of the white that she could find, keeping the girl in one place. "Just calm down, things will be better after we wait it out."
"Things aren't going to be better." Pan cried, her voice shaky and uneasy. "This is Dende giving me a warning - I'm supposed to be running for cover right now. He's thrown me every hint!"
"You're over-reacting." Bra stated calmly, trying to sooth the girl with her tone.
"I am not!" Pan screamed. Bra winced, sure the entire chapel had heard the noise. "Bra, the only way Dende could have been more clear is if he had waited until we got to the part about objections and then poured the rain down on us!"
"Pan, it's just a little storm, it'll subside."
"Subside, she says." Pan pulled her body away from Bra's reach, pacing back and forth in the darkness once again. "It'll subside." She snorted. "I've had too many clues Bra. My wedding cake got delivered to someone else, the cake-top couple never got fixed," She paused here, remembering Trunks' sheepish face as he declared that one day they'd find this funny. Yeah, funny. Or incredibly depressing, depending on how their marriage held up…If they even got married. Right now she was having serious doubts.
"Then, to make things worse, I find out that a million people are invited to the wedding - my wedding - where I only wanted thirty to thirty-five. And my mother, my own mother - the backstabber - decides that we're going to have the wedding outside. So Bulma chooses a different chapel and no one tells me!" She took a breath and Bra cut in.
"Pan, it's not as bad as all that." Bra tried to sooth again, wincing in the dark because it was that bad - it was even worse.
"Oh, no? So what about the fact that the wedding song started to play and then the thunder sounded? Right when I made it outside the rain started to pour! All our guests were soaked and they had to run inside the chapel for comfort. They're still wet!"
"Pan, I know but-"
"And then we get in here and the lightning strikes, the electricity goes out, and everyone has to sit in the dark while I hyperventilate in the back!" She continued her pacing, fighting the urge to ram her fingers through her already damaged hair. "I'm not getting married. It's clear that I'm not supposed to. I mean, it couldn't get any clearer."
"You have to get married, Pan. You're in love with my brother!" This time Bra's own panic button was struck, fright lighting her eyes because she could hear the serious tone to Pan's voice.
"If I was destined to get married, right now, at this moment in time, the electricity would come back on and we could start - excuse me - restart the ceremony. But," She threw her hands up to emphasize the point, though Bra could barely make out any part of her body separately. "As you can see - or maybe you can't see - there are no lights. And everyone's sitting in the dark chapel, freezing and waiting for something to happen. Who's fault is this?"
"Pan, please calm down." There was exhaustion in Bra's voice as she pleaded, trying to get Pan to think things through logically. "They're trying to do something about the lighting. And, in the meantime, you're supposed to be relaxing."
"Well, I'm fine. I'm completely relaxed now. I'm not getting married so that solves all my problems, right?"
"Except the one where you break my brother's heart."
"He'll live." Her tone was deadly serious as she responded and it sent chills through Bra's body. The blue-haired girl looked around the room for help, searching for someone - anyone - who could assist her. But there was no one in the room with her except Pan. Everyone else was trying to solve one problem or another so that the ceremony could begin. And it had been Bra's job to keep Pan calm. She was failing horribly.
She heard a scratching sound and felt the drift of a wind before she realized that Pan was actually trying to climb out of the chapel through a window. That's when her eyes bugged and she stopped standing next to the corner, motionless. Her legs started moving before her brain, arms reaching out to grab Pan and pull her back. They both fell in a heap on the floor as Pan glowered down at the blue-haired girl.
"What's your problem?" Pan questioned moodily.
"You can't just run out on your own wedding, Pan!"
"Try and stop me." Pan challenged, true defiance in her voice. There was a dare there that Bra refused to ignore. Bra grabbed Pan's wrists and pulled them both to a standing position, dragging Pan with all the saiyan strength in her body. She couldn't let Pan get away, her brother would never forgive her.
"What are you doing?" Pan yelled, anger seeping through her words.
"Stopping you." Was Bra's answer as she pulled the girl to the door, never loosening her grip on Pan's wrists. Bra adjusted her hands so that both Pan's wrists were in one hand as she opened the door, but as she did so Pan pulled away. Only she used too much force and her body fell, once again, onto the cold floor. She 'umphed' and tried to pick herself up without loosing too much time. But Bra was already yelling by then so Pan stuck her lower lip out and plopped down on the floor, knowing she'd never get away and live it down.
"Trunks, get your behind back here, now!" Bra called, eyes narrowing though she knew her brother couldn't see the threat in the dark, non-existent-lighting. He could hear it and that was good enough. Three people moved at once; Trunks, Gohan, and Bulma, each of them asking Bra the same question:
"What's wrong now?"
"Trunks, I said, Trunks. I only meant Trunks."
"Is there something wrong with Pan, Bra?" Gohan asked, ignoring Bra's statement.
"Is there something else wrong with the ceremony?" Bulma questioned at nearly the same time, almost frantically.
"I need to speak with Trunks and it's kind of urgent. You guys have nothing to worry about." She looked at her mother and Gohan, praying to Dende that her words would prove to be true. If Trunks could talk to Pan, maybe put some sense back into her head, then things would be all right and they could just go ahead and get married.
"What is it Bra?" Trunks asked, ignoring the presence of his mother and soon to be father-in-law.
"You need to talk to Pan." She spoke softly, hoping the rest of the chapel wasn't listening.
"We're about to get married, Bra…" Trunks stated, right before Bulma burst in with,
"He can't talk to her now. It's bad luck!"
"They've had about all the bad luck they can get…I hope…And if he doesn't talk to her now there might not even be a wedding. So…" Trunks was pushing past her before she even got the last word out of her mouth.
"Pan?" He called gingerly, the words sliding past his lips with urgent tones hidden in the comfort. "What's wrong?" Her back was to him but he could tell she was standing with her arms folded across her chest. She looked beautiful from the back, though her hair was now flat and falling out of the bun - having been previously drenched in rainwater. He had truthfully already seen her from the front as well, when she was walking toward him before said incident with the rain.
"You're not supposed to see me yet."
"I can hardly see you." He lied, knowing the dark would help to confirm his falsehood.
"You've already seen me though." She informed stubbornly, moving further away from him in the dark.
"You didn't answer my question." He tried to move on to something else as he heard his sister shut the door behind him, leaving him to talk with Pan while shoving the parents away.
"It's bad luck, you know?" He didn't respond, simply waited patiently for her to continue or answer what he'd asked her. "You know what else is bad luck? To have the wrong couple on the top of your cake." He opened his mouth to interject but she spun around, continuing before he could get the words out.
"To get drenched in rain before you make it to the other end of the isle." She was ticking things off with her fingers, moving closer to him with each point. "To have your mother change your wedding plans, to have your fiancé's mother change the guest list, to have the wrong food at the reception," She paused for a breath, the events coming so rapidly now she couldn't control her voice level. "To have the electricity go out and have the thunder pounding overhead so that you can't have a wedding outside or in. To know for a fact that your husband-to-be…"
The rest of her words trailed off because Trunks grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly, not letting her continue with her ranting. "Pan, I know all this looks bad but-"
"Don't interrupt me Trunks!" She screeched, yanking her arms out of his hold and backing away from him a bit. "I was just getting started. You want to know what's wrong so why don't you shut up and hear it?"
He wasn't sure if he was supposed to respond to that or not so he shoved his hands into the pockets of his tuxedo and waited to see if she was going to continue.
"Good." She nodded when she observed his silence. "What I want to tell you, and actually, I'm glad your sister called you in here, is that I can't - absolutely can not marry you. Not today, not tomorrow, not next month or next year."
His answer both surprised and enraged her. "Well, it's too late for that now. We're here, we're dressed, and we're getting married in a few minutes."
"No, we're not. I'm leaving Trunks." She spoke with an indignant air to her voice.
"Pan, I think we've been through this a million times. Give me one good reason I should let you leave." There was exasperation, more than anything, in his tone.
"It's not your option whether I walk out of here or not." She cried, outraged. "You can't make me say 'I do'."
"You just said it." He counted smartly. She sighed loudly, throwing her hands into the air but she didn't bother to respond. "All right, Pan, what do you want me to do? You can't seriously want to walk out on me now."
"I can seriously want to and I do." She responded stubbornly.
"You just said it again. Stop teasing me." His voice was so seriously sincere that she took a few moments before she could even think of a response, much less voice it.
"Trunks," But past that, all words left her.
"If you really, really want to go Pan, there's nothing I can do to stop you." His voice was lost, resigned as if he'd already fought the battle and couldn't win.
"Why do you want me to marry you, Trunks?" The thought of hurting him was literally gnawing at her insides. "Why is this so important to you?"
He paused, a crinkled look taking over his brow as she asked her question, hearing the desperation in her voice. She wanted an easy out. She wanted the answer that would make walking out on him weigh less on her conscience. And if she had asked him that question three or four months ago he probably would have given her just that.
But now was not three months ago and he was not going to make something up to appease her conscience. If she was leaving him - Dende forbid and help control the shivers that traveled up and down his spine from fear at the thought - then she was doing it with the weight of the world on her shoulders. And he was not watching her go without a fight.
And besides that, could she really not know the reason why even the thought of her not being a part of his life sent a deep ache in the pits of his stomach? Why he would never, ever want to be without her? Did he even know? Of course he did, plain and simple. He just didn't want to admit it to himself - but if there was ever a time where he needed to say everything he was feeling, this was it.
"Because Pan, haven't you discovered this by now? You're everything I have. You mean the absolute world to me, without you I would not only fall apart but I would cease to exist completely. And you act as if you haven't a clue. Pan,"
The panic switch was hit in her head again and she couldn't let him continue. She had walked closer and closer to him throughout the whole speech and when he got to that part she shoved her hands up and interrupted before his voice could reach her ears with his next words. "Trunks!" She swallowed hard, her face paling so noticeably he could see it in the dark.
"What is it now?" He asked, only concern in his voice.
"I'll marry you, as soon as the lights come back on, just-don't-continue!" Her eyes had bugged, there was terror in her tone, and the last part of each word was enunciated perfectly. He swallowed, not truly understanding what she was asking.
"You don't want me to say that-"
"No! I-don't-want-you-to-say-it." Her hands had found his shoulders. "I'll marry you, only if the next words out of your mouth don't have anything to do with me and love. I'll marry you, but you have to promise me that you're not now, nor will you ever be, in love with me."
"I don't understand what you're asking me, Pan." She sighed.
"It's simple - we're about to make the hugest mistake of our lives here. If you're in love with me we'll only make it worse. I think…maybe this could work, but not if emotions get involved."
"You're in love with me, Pan…Pan?" It was a question at the end, though it had started out as a statement. One that was said with so much confidence it was almost mocking. But she didn't respond for seconds that seemed like years.
"I don't know what love means Trunks. And, to be honest, neither do you. So, let's just not use that word. Promise me you don't love me." It was his turn to stall.
Then, after moments of icy silence, a low chuckle filled the air, filled with pure amusement - sadistic joy. "You know what's funny? Those are the same words that pissed you off a few months ago. And on our wedding day you want me to remind you." He couldn't control the laughter, an empty, bitter sound that made it clear he didn't think it was funny.
"Just say it Trunks. Or help me tell these people this is wrong."
"If that's what you want." For a minute she wasn't sure if he meant helping her telling her what she wanted to hear and then,
"I don't, nor will I ever, love you Pan." He swallowed the bile rising on the inside of his throat and waited, praying he wouldn't be stricken with the lightning as he spoke the words, his throat choking. "And we don't have to wait until the lights come on, they're getting candlelight right now." He didn't wait for her to respond, simply dropped his shoulders and walked out.
He hadn't expected this at all…
A/N: So, you thought there would be love professions and stuff, didn't you? ^_^ sorry, did I screw you over? Don't kill me.