Chapter 4: Epilogue
A/N: I was asked by little-sango to add more to the story (by the way, she's a great writer. Look her up on the search menu). Sadly, this will be the last chapter of Yule Love Him. Why? I'm typing a new story, Don't You Dare Turn Off the Lights! It's really good, so you should read it.
"Trunks? What are you doing here?" Pan asked. Her boyfriend had been in the hospital for a bike accident, and now he's here. Sadly, he isn't supposed to be here. He's been dead for a long time. But here he was, dressed up in a hospital gown, smiling deeply upon Pan. She didn't return the smile. "You're supposed to be in the hospital, resting in your bed." Trunks was silent.
Pan sat down on the couch to think. This was weird, she thought. He was in a terrible accident, and here he is, all bruised up and… stinky. But she looked at him and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Trunks," she exclaimed. Trunks tried to say 'Merry Christmas', but it came out in a mumble. Pan knew what was wrong. He was cold, being out in twenty below weather, and icy too. "Come and sit by the fireplace," she cooed. "I'll make you some hot chocolate." Trunks nodded and followed her into the living room. He made himself comfortable in front of the fireplace as Pan strolled into the kitchen.
As Pan reached for the chocolate mix, the telephone rang. She jumped. She didn't expect that. Pan sighed as she ran towards the phone. "I'll get it," she yelled to Trunks. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she asked. There was sobbing in the background. "Hello? Pan, how are you? It's Bulma," she replied. "Bulma, what's wrong?" Pan asked. "Where are you?" "I'm at the hospital, dear," replied Bulma. "I'm afraid I have some terrible news." Pan gasped. "What happened?" She could hear Goten start to cry. "It's Trunks, dear. I'm afraid he… he… died," she said with difficulty, and began to wail. Pan laughed nervously. "But Trunks is with me. He's resting in front of the fireplace," she assured her. "Look, I know how hard it is for you to accept the fact, but he's right here in front of us, lying dead on the hospital bed." Pan went pale. "It… it can't be," she said to herself as she hung up the phone.
She went to the living room to tell Trunks what a horrible mother he had, thinking that he had died, when he wasn't there. "Trunks? Trunks, where are you?" she called. No answer. That's odd, she thought. Isn't he supposed to be here? She began to search the entire house. The bedrooms were empty. No one was in the bathrooms. The attic and basement were thoroughly searched. The kitchen was empty as well. She started to cry when she heard something at the front door. She raced over there, and found a note. This is what it said:
"My dearest Pan. My mother is right. I am dead. When I was lying in the hospital bed, my muscles gave out. This was a sure Saiyan sign that I was going to die. The only way that I was at your beautiful house was because of that old tradition. Remember that note that was on the kitchen counter? That was from me, the exact moment that I died. You sewed the sprig of the mistletoe we kissed under onto your corset. That brought me back long enough to see how much you still cared about me. Love can only last for all eternity."
A/N: How was that? Now, this is the end of the story. Thank you little-sango for making me write more of this story