AN: I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been neglecting this fic, and I feel bad! I know you're all waiting and waiting, but I won't do this again, I hope.

I just had a project that was worth 500 POINTS due a few weeks ago, and my job got in the way too. I'll try to work harder, but I'm busy, you guys. I've started testing (CAT 6/SAT 9) and I'll have more time. I PROMISE to update as much as possible.

And, I'm sad to say, that my fandom for Pan and Trunks has been rather low. I find myself more into Naruto's Sakura and Kakashi pairing. Although I don't plan to write any of that type of fiction, I enjoy reading it. But, I won't give up on Pan and Trunks. They are still my favorite couple so don't worry about anything. I don't plan on stopping my fetish. Whenever a fic pops up in my head, I'll write it. Not now though, since I have too many fics right now!

Disclaimer: The sky is blue...

REAL Disclaimer: Okay. Randomness is done. I own nothing...

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Chapter 12: Talk

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Home sweet home, right?

That's a laugh. There were still two weeks of vacation till school was back. It was as if aliens had taken over Pan's, Bra and Marron's brains and actually WISHED for school to come back.

But, it would have occupied them.

Now, they have to be at home and do nothing. They were too tired, both physically and mentally, to do anything else. They didn't want to go out clubbing or stop by the beach because it hurt. It reminded them of all the great things that had happened in their first weeks of summer. Although the summer's training took up a lot of time, they were still allowed to go out and have fun. They'd usually hang out with...

That's just what stopped them from doing anything!!!! It reminded them of their time before their depression had become something normal, a routine even. All they did now was wallow in their pity. And, of course, daydream a bit about their one-time instructors.

Then you all think, 'Just stay home.'

Usually that would be a good idea, but it let their thoughts wander. You usually just sit there and stare at something for hours. Even though it wasn't exciting, it was still something to do. But then your mind decides to butt in and replay memories. They could start out anywhere, from absolutely anything, and end up at...

THEM!!!!

These men were like viruses! Once in your system, they take over everything. You can't enjoy anything or do things that require you to get out of bed. Instead you have to lie beneath your covers and think of ways to get rid of whatever has a hold of you. But it seems that none of these girls could do it. Not one could find a way to remedy their new slothful habits.

So here they were, three teenaged girls locked in a training area (the Son's dojo) and refused to do anything that might remotely take their minds off this state of mentality. They didn't have that fire anymore. It was put out, one week ago tomorrow.

Six days have passed, and they were still so powerless against the control that their "Masters" held over them.

Bra was lying on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. Her cerulean blue hair was a calm sea as it spilled against the cold wooden floor. Her body was turned in every which way. Hands and feet sprawled across the ground. Her dark blue eyes were melancholy, as she gazed upward, her features matching her eyes.

Marron was sitting cross-legged. Her back was hunched over, and her golden locks fell gracefully around her shoulders. Her face was looking at the ground, focusing on her hands at her lap. Her cobalt eyes were crescent-fallen, and her face reflected that emotion as well.

Pan leaned against the wall, her back straight against it. Her head was lolled back against the white barrier as her right knee pointed upward, the other pointing to the left. One of her arms was propped up on her heaven- pointing knee, while the other was lazily at her side. Pan's lips were slightly parted as she looked towards the ceiling. Her chocolate eyes were half-lidded, and her face held no expressions.

This is what happened. They just sat around, doing nothing.

They barely ate, slept or went out. Most girls would be running around the town shopping or just spending time with friends. But they weren't. They EVEN refused to train, especially Pan, and their parents had noticed. When a team of well-known martial artists quit fighting then a banner goes up, and you can't figure out what to do about it.

So, on this day, Videl, Bulma and Juuhachigou decided it was time to do something.

Pan, Bra and Marron didn't know it, but their mothers had a feeling something big was going on. It wasn't just being sad because they had to leave training and their Masters (they didn't know about the whole "incident" in the forest).

Nope. There was something more behind those depressed eyes and sullen attitudes. Something happened, and those three women were going to find out what!

"GET UP!!!!!!!!!!" a shriek called, and the three depressed teens immediately stood. To their surprise their mothers were in the doorway of the training hall they were in.

"Mom, I-" Pan began, but she held up her hand. She was going to do the talking.

"We know that you three haven't been yourselves for the past month," the charcoal-haired woman began, "And I respect your privacy-"

"What are you talking about? None of you do that!" Bra interrupted, and her mother glared at her.

"WELL I WAS TRYING TO BE A GOOD MOTHER AND FIND OUT WHAT WAS WRONG, BUT YOU GOT ALL PMS ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma screeched, and everyone covered her own ears. That woman's lungs could kill if she tried hard enough!

"Auntie Bulma," Marron said, looking at the enraged woman, "We appreciate your concern, but we don't want to talk about it..."

Seeing their daughters' lower their eyes to the floor, they could tell that something was wrong. I suppose you could call it women's intuition because each woman sat next to their designated child, who had already taken back their positions on the ground. Was their problem even bigger than a little pining for their male counterparts?

"What happened...?" Juuhachigou asked softly, noting the small tears brimming in her beloved little girl's eyes. This must have been some kind of problem if her daughter was so upset about it.

"Mom... Have you ever been in love..." Marron began, and everyone watched. As Juuhachigou was about to answer when Marron continued, and added, "...and did he reject you for no real reason...?"

Now that was a surprise.

Videl, Bulma and Juuhachi stared at Marron, who in turn looked at them for their answer. In truth, none of them had ever been dropped for doing nothing wrong. Sure they'd been dumped and had dumped others, but everyone had their own reasons. Whether it is their compatibility or the shallowness that teens have, there was always a reason.

Were they hurt for no reason?

Did their childhood rivals break them into the pieces they are now?

And not one damned explanation?

Small sniffles could be heard, and everyone turned to Bra. She was sobbing softly and her eyes were pinched closed. Tears ran down her pale cheeks and Bulma gasped. Pulling her daughter into her embrace, she allowed her little girl to cry onto her shoulder.

As Bra's tears flooded down her cheeks, painful memories graced Pan and Marron's thoughts. So many tears had been cried because of the past recollections that had occurred over the last few weeks. Their lives had been lit up by laughter, joy and the happiness of days before, as well as darkened by the pain, sorrow and the heartache that had come across their life now.

Watching the opposing emotions battle in their girls' faces, the mothers knew that something had happened. Something big, and they were trying to get over it. But being quiet wouldn't help them get past their troubles. Their girls needed to talk about whatever "it" was, if they truly wished to move on it.

"What happened?" Bulma asked firmly, but Bra merely sobbed harder. Although she was the middle of the three, she was the most sensitive. However this was going overboard. She could handle hours of intense training without breaks or water, but she couldn't stand remembering the simplest things.

"She won't talk about it," Pan said, and everyone turned to her. If they weren't going to get something out of Bra, then Pan would have to be the alternate in her stead. Of course Marron could have told it, but she would probably end up like Bra half way through the story.

"Look. We fell in love. They had girlfriends to try and make us get over them. When we finally told them about it, they shunned us out of their homes and lives. Happy?" Pan said, her crude version of what happened was basically their entire encounter. Not the whole truth, with all the ugly details, but it was the truth all the same.

Staring at each of their daughters, every one of mothers was stunned. So love bit them and the men, who they loved and were still in love with, refused them? AND not one male gave them any real reason?

Okay.

These three adults, who were former martial artists themselves, had a bone to pick with the strongest team in the world!

"THOSE IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma yelled, causing everyone to jump, once AGAIN!

"I agree with Bulma! Who do those boys think they are!? Why I outta...!" Videl fumed, slamming her fist into her palm threateningly. Fantasies of certain three bodies being tortured and then killed were the thoughts that slowly feasted in her mind. She was on a warpath!

"I think we should grab our old things from when we were teens. There are plenty of toys to play with if we want to use 'em," Juuhachi said, a sadistic smirk ghosting upon her lips. She shared her friends' ambitions. Those three young males needed a little lesson in messing with their offspring!

As their mothers planned on the torment their one-sided loves, each girl sighed.

It was nice, cute even. Watching their mothers arrange a way for each of their "Masters'" to be persecuted so they can breathe their last breaths, the younger teens felt a little pride from their mothers. They cared enough to go and kill the men that had hurt them; it was a twisted kind of love. They really did want to watch, as each of their moms' strangled/drowned/tortured/killed their one-time instructors, and each girl looked forward to it.

But Pan, Bra and Marron knew that they'd never let that happen. Even the sounds of their former "Masters" agonizing pain was a nice little dream, but everyone knew that their hearts wouldn't let them live with that guilt. None of them would be able to survive as themselves, knowing that they even HURT the men they loved. It was a give-take relationship. They were always giving, never the ones taking. Their instructors rarely offered anything, so the girls never took what wasn't obtainable.

Pan, Bra and Marron held out their hearts, and they were snatched away.

Trunks, Goten and Uubu never let anything get out of their reach. They held back from their students, but the three girls merely opened up more to them, in hopes of cajoling them out of their shells.

And in the process, their hearts were shattered and taken away by angry hands.

"Now that you know the truth, will you all leave?" Bra asked, her voice a whisper among the loud voices of the trio before them.

Staring at their daughters, they knew that their plans weren't going to be fulfilled. They only wanted to get back at those self-righteous idiots, as well as take out some frustration. But they could see it in their eyes.

They were in love.

So deeply that they were almost afraid of finally hitting rock bottom. But love was endless, timeless. They would remain in their freefall until someone was ready to stop them. Trunks, Goten and Uubu were stupid if they thought they could find anyone who would love them half as much as their daughters cared for them. It would be fruitless to search the world for any person, female or male, because it would only prove their point. That no one could, would or ever love them like these three.

"You're definitely in love," Juuhachi said, patting Marron on the head and nodding at the rest of the group. Bulma and Videl gave their girls an affectionate ruffle through their hair, making Bra leer slightly.

Remembering her comment, a questioning look followed Juuhachi and her two former martial arts partners. As they were about to leave, the older blonde responded:

"You're glowing. They say a woman's most radiant and beautiful when they're in love, and it shows in you three girls."

With that said, they exited, their mother-daughter bonding time was over. But it wasn't a pointless act of kindness. Once they told someone of their feelings, it lifted a little more weight off their shoulders. Perhaps they were healing. Slowly, but surely, they were healing.

They could move on. Not immediately, of course, but with time. If their mothers could act like carefree teenagers (even though the WERE NOT even close to that age anymore) than why couldn't they?

Even though they still felt years older than themselves, each girl was content in living the lives they once cherished and took for granted. They had gone through more than any other teens their age. They trained, fell in love, got their hearts devastated and ripped from them and tossed out of their loves' existence.

And all of these things happened in one summer.

There has got to be a prize for all the shit they had to stand. But they would only get a consolation. To live as they once were, and hopefully find someone to love them as much as they loved their Master Trunks, Master Goten and Master Uubu.

Now, they knew that the likeliness of that happening was slim to none, but it was easier than having their teachers LOVE them. They had made it painfully clear as to who and what they wanted. These girls weren't going to crawl back to them, merely to get pushed aside again.

"All right. Who's up for the mall?" Pan couldn't help but say, hoping it would improve everyone's spirits. They would first need to leave their protected shelter before they could learn to grow up.

When Marron and Bra squealed in excitement, since it was the first time Pan volunteered the mall as a place to actually hang out at. She usually avoided the place like plague. Seeing her friends happy faces once more, one of Pan's rare smiles flitted across her face for a brief nano second. Feeling two arms link with hers, Pan and her friends were going to do it. They were going to live up to their expectations and live life like every adolescent should.

Perhaps now, they could finally put some closing on this chapter of their life.

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AN: Okay guys! Did anyone like it? ((hears crickets)) FINE! Then I give up! I won't write anymore! ((dodges pointy objects)) OKAY!!! I'm kidding! Stop trying to kill me!!!!!

ANYWAY, I'm glad to let you all know that my creative juices are flowing and I think my T/P craze may stay a while longer. I have seen some promising projects, but none of my fave writers are, well... WRITING!!!! So I'm going to keep up with my Trunks and Pan fixation. I may be able to squeeze a few stories out of this little body of mine. Not now though.

I have a lot of ideas, but not enough time. I guess we'll have to see where all my writing is heading. So... REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!

You get it! Right?

Next chapter (if I stay with my schedule): Months have passed since the "incident." Soon, the months turn into a year, and it's summer again. When an invitation to a tournament arrives, everyone is shocked. The ticket is for only the top martial artists in the WORLD! It says they want to make the "Silver Blossoms" a world-class team and allow them to compete in the biggest battle on the planet, but why should the girls do it?

Along with their feelings, the girls threw away martial arts too! They only did a few big-time competitions. Should they compete one last time, announce to their fans that they're done with the arts, at the chance of seeing the men that HOPED they got over? Or stick at home like they usually do, and miss out on the greatest fight that would ever cross their way?

This could get... interesting...

Well, chow for now!

Much love,

Adobo-chan