This isn't really a second chapter; it's more of a sequel. The first story was intended to be a standalone short, but so many of you asked for more I decided to do it. Like forever later. Oh, well. Hope you like it!

Note: this is weird, so beware. And try to actually talk to Trunks, it might help.
Or it might confuse you even more…

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Hey! Haven't seen you in a while! You kinda disappeared. What? You forgot about me? Well, you know what? You're a…um…something very derogatory and scathing! I'm leaving!

What? Oh. Oh, I can't stay mad at you. Especially when you have that hairstyle. It new? Yeah, I thought you actually had hair the last time I saw you. No, it's, uh, very becoming. Hehe. Useful for me, cause I can use it as a mirror (laugh stifle laugh).

Yeah, it's about lunchtime, so I thought I'd grab a bite at Ed's. Heh, no. Tony hasn't been working there for a while. He was fired 'cause of a scandal. Two words: Black Market Barracuda. I said three words! Yes, I did! You're dumb.

Anyway, come on, I'm getting hungry. You like liver and onions? No? Oh. Well, neither do I. I don't know why I brought it up! Man, you're persistent.

We're waaaalking, and it's so much fun to waaaallllkkkk when you're in a good moooooood, oh yeah, a good moooooood, and your friends are by your siiiiiiiiiide and everything is fiiiiiiiiiine-Sing it with me! Oooooh-

Hey! That was uncalled for. I happen to have a great singing voice. You probably couldn't sing your way out of a Barbershop quartet. I mean, you would. Sing your way out of it…nevermind.

Ah, here it is, my table. Isn't it great? Definitely better than that stupid little corner job I used to grace with my presence. Hold on. Here come the ladies. What? Of course I have a fan club, don't you? Pff, come on, with that hairstyle you should be able to – wait, gotta sign something.

"Of course I'll shake your hand!" (adoring thanks)

"Why sure, I'd be happy to sign your Rush Limbaugh book!" (titter titter)

"Group picture? Why not?" (random shuffling, click whirr giggle)

"I'd love to dedicate your baby! When's it due?"

Hehe. Huh? Oh, I'm used to it now, but a couple months ago all this attention kinda freaked me out. Most of the time when a few fans appeared I just dove into a convenient locker or held a tree branch in front of my well-proportioned face. Being popular isn't all that easy, you know. Or cheap; social lessons from Goten cost me 50 bucks. Sigh…50 sweet dollars that could have been spent on a new calculator – I mean shirt! Yeah, a shirt. From Abercrombie. Of COURSE I wouldn't want something as geeky as a calculator.

Oh, while we're in the topical vicinity (laugh stifle laugh) how do you like my new digs? Clothing, I mean. Sorry, I get into popular speech patterns a lot. It's a side-effect of coolness.

Yeah, I thought the bling-bling was a little much, myself, but Bra said real men wear jewelry. Of course I listen to my little sister's advice. Doesn't everybody? Tch. Do you even have a little sister, oh Ever-Criticizing one? What, you think she was kidding? But I get so many compliments. Even from Chip, although he does endeavor to compliment me at least once a day. I think he considers it his penance (laugh stifle laugh).

I do like the khakis. So stylish. What do you mean, I wouldn't know stylish if it smacked me in the mouth? Hey, your clothes aren't all that great. Wait, didn't you say you don't even have a fanclub? So sad. No, you're sad! Sad sad sad sad sad!

Look, there's no point in getting argumentative. Things are a lot different now. I feel different now. Ah. Here's the food. What, you don't remember ordering? Well you did.

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Hey, glad you came. Sorry I'm all sweaty, I just finished training. What? No, this isn't a pedometer! Do you know how many uncool points I would get for carrying one of those? It's an mp3 player. Nifty, huh? Hey, you want to know all the cool features? It has like 50 gigs of storage space, usb capabilities, a graphical user interface, and the source code is online so you can modify it and upload cool components to personalize it and – what, you don't care? Aw, but it's so interesting! I'm gonna sulk for a few seconds.

Okay I'm done. Hey, let me grab a towel and we can get going. Yeah, I train a lot now. Every day, in fact. Every. Single. Day. My dad makes me. I guess it's okay cause it keeps my muscles toned for the ladies. What? Pan? Oh, well-

Wait! Here comes dad! Look buff. I don't know, flex something!

"BOY! Why are you out here? I thought I told you to do 200 pushups!" Flex your biceps! Your biceps!

"I did those already, dad. I'm done with my morning training." What, no biceps? Well try your quids then.

"You did those already, eh? ALREADY? How do I know you haven't been out here this entire time?" I knew it was quads. I did, too!

"Um…I'm sweaty and tired?" Nevermind, just be quiet! I'm concentrating.

"Get back in there and do 100 more, I don't care if you aren't lying."

"Aw, dad -"

"Do you want another 50 added on? MOVE!"

I'd better go in. Sigh. I hate pushups. What do you mean, stand up for myself? This is Vegeta. Unless you value your life about as much as a can of rotten peaches, you don't stand up to Vegeta. You grovel. And offer him lots of meat.

Well, I don't care how far you came to see me! This will only take a few minutes. You can come in if you want, but I'm not sure how interesting it'll be. Meet you at school? Okay. But no socializing without me!

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You socialized, didn't you. Well why is that one guy looking at me funny? My shirt? I love this shirt! Hey, I think lime green is a very cool color! Just look at the ladies swoon! Okay, true, there's only one lady and she's like 40 and is actually having a diabetic attack – Ack! That lady is having a diabetic attack! Someone call an ambulance!

"Quick! This person is having an attack! Someone call an ambulance!" Hey, did I say that? Did you say that? I didn't know you had such a high voice. Quite lovely, actually – oh, it wasn't you? Someone over there? I can't see who is talking. Do me a favor and get out of the way. You may be slightly ethereal but you're still opaque (laugh stifle laugh).

Oh. It's her.

Yeah. She's doing a great job helping that woman. She took some classes for first aid and stuff. Yeah, I think she looks great, too.

Wait. No. What? No. I mean, I have to go to class.

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Why did you follow me? Don't you have a class right now? Oh, yeah. I guess you wouldn't attend school if you weren't really part of the storyline…what was that about the fourth wall?

Yeah, I know it was Pan. I know she ignored me. Yeah, well, things aren't quite as peachy as when you left. I mean, I'm perfectly happy and all. Pan just isn't the Aphrodite I thought she was.

I guess I'd better fill you in. Pan and I went out for a good month. It was great. Everyone thought we looked like the perfect couple. No, seriously, I tossed my glasses and lowered my falling-flat-on-my-face count to about once a day. I can't help it if I'm moderately clumsy! Whaddaya mean by that, huh?

Alright, I'll keep going. Where was I? Oh, yeah, the non-Aphrodite thing. Pan wasn't what I thought she was, that's all. Of course, I mean, she's, she's beautiful. Uh, in a very transient, dark sort of way, I guess.

No I'm not being petty. You just don't know what's gone down recently. Oh, sorry! Popular speech pattern again! I'm sure you follow, though, you look like a relatively popular person – though not as popular as me (laugh stifle laugh).

Yeah, so after that month of heaven, Pan just dumped me. Well, okay, so I guess she had some reason, but it wasn't that fair. I mean, I have not changed! At least not that much. Oh, what do you know.

Alright. It wasn't that abrupt a dumpage (hehe. Dumpage. I kill me). I was kinda encouraging the fan clubs at school. And I may have flirted with a couple girls. And, okay, I did start a couple fights in the courtyard. But they were not meaningless! I was standing up for the little guy! Any extra praise that I got for these fights was purely coincidental.

What do you mean by that? Of course the little guy doesn't look like me. What a silly thought.

Well now I'm happy she dumped me. Cause I am now high quality real estate. No, they're not selling me by the square inch!

Plus Pan totally lost cool points, and since she doesn't go out with any of the guys that ask her, she's kinda been marginalized. Definitely UNpopular. But that's okay, because she still looks gorg-I mean how are things in your neck of reality?

Ugh! Stop with the criticism already! Fine, I guess the only way for you to see how right I am is to show you my memory. Of course I can, this is fanfiction, not literature.

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Feel funny? It's like that when you invade another person's brain, even with a free day pass (laugh stifle laugh).

Okay, so this is the area behind the school, and there's Pan and me sitting under the oak tree. I like her hair up like that. She doesn't seem to do it anymore.

Oh! We're talking. We'd better get closer. Don't touch anything! I don't want you messing up my thoughts!

"…but that's just my perception of you. Who you really are, I just don't know."

"But isn't the point of dating to find out who another person really is?" I like that point. I worked on it for a while before this conversation.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you? But it's been a month, and the person I thought would become closer has only faded into confusion. I don't know you from a jock I meet in the hallway." Now, seriously, a jock? Even you agree that I'm discernible from a jock.

Shut up.

"What do you mean? I'm cooler than any jock-"

"See? That's what I mean! You're so concerned with popularity now. You never were before."

"I never was popular before. I don't see how it's a bad thing to be concerned with my own characteristic."

"Trunks, it's not just that. It's a hundred little things, like how you suddenly changed your wardrobe, and how you talk differently, and how you grin like an idiot whenever something female walks by."

"Now that's a little harsh-"

"Trunks." What, you think her eyes are watery? I dunno, it was a windy day. Of course that's a good excuse. "I feel like you…you never really…but you did! I know you did. At least I thought…but now, it's all different, and I just can't see how you ever…" Now is this a coherent sentence? I think not…I am not heartless!

"Listen, Pan, this is just a little bump in the road. I mean, it's not like you don't love me, right?"

Now here's my question. Why didn't she answer me? Why is she just standing there staring at me-well, the other me-with those big all-encompassing eyes of hers, as if she can drill into my mind for this 'who I really am' business?

Why didn't she stay with me?

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Woo! Quite an experience, huh? Bet you never thought you'd jump inside my head this visit. But you see now, right? How unreasonable it all is? There is nothing in that conversation that incriminates me.

Wait, here come a bunch o' girls. Of course I know them.

"Hey, ladies! How is the school system treating you?" Oh, I love it when they laugh at my wit.

"Hee! Awful as always! Hey, Trunks, let's go see a movie this weekend! I hear there are some great double features at the drive-in." What a pretty smile she has. I like her hair, too. Very blonde. Oh, you try being poetic on an empty stomach!

"Sorry, girls, I'm taken this weekend."

"Oh? Who's the lucky gal?" Hey, stop poking me.

"You know me, I never date and tell." Giggles again! Ah, I revel in my fan base… Stop it already with the poking!

Okay, okay, they're leaving. Now what do you want to say?

Shallow? Pff. I'm expanding my horizons. And no, I'm not actually going on a date. In fact I haven't been on one since…well, you know. Not for lack of applications, mind you!

Of course I don't feel guilty. There's nothing to feel guilty about.

Why don't I date other people? I dunno. It just doesn't feel…

No, moral is not the word I was looking for. You seriously think I'm doing something wrong here? Shows what a non-fanclub-having-person knows. Listen, I didn't ask you to come here and yell at me about stuff you didn't experience because you ABANDONED me.

I left you? What a load of…something smelly. And possibly soggy.

Alright, alright. I know. We're partners in arms. And thanks for being there for me when you were. It really helped.

Well, I guess I'd better get back to class. Calculus starts soon! Sigh. I love mathematics. But not as much as I like non-geeky classes. Like gym. And lunch. Of course.

Hey look! At that poster! No, not the one about piglet water polo, although that does sound like fun. The one that says 'Dance' on it. Ooh, it's tonight! We should go and get down with our bad selves! Never say that again? I agree.

But let's go! Yeah, you can like wear some disco outfit and I can wear my John Travolta getup. Of course it's cool, everyone likes John Travolta. Okay, come over at 9:23. Yes, it does matter. You don't know my dad.

See ya! And don't stand me up. I still have scars from the Corolla Egg Incident.

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Ha, you came. Very nice…green…thing. I'm losing my vocabulary lately. No, it's not because of the popular lingo. It's a very legitimate dialect of the greater language! Oh, be quiet.

Ah, time to drive my Red Walrus. My car. You don't like the name? I spent hours trying to come up with something 'startling yet refined.' Walruses are refined! They have mustaches!

We'd best be off, off to while away our youthful hours in revelry and companionship. Yeah, I'm still poetic. I just don't do it as often anymore. Not many people have an appreciation for it. Last time I tried, Chip thought I was going insane and actually attempted the Heimlich. He's not a very bright fellow (laugh stifle laugh).

Here we are! Careful not to shut the door on your-

Oh. That isn't pretty. Hey, you wanna go to the nurse for that? Open the door? Oops! Sorry…

You were faking! Ah, I forgot about the immune-to-pain thing you have going on. Well that wasn't nice of you, making me worry like that!

Oh, hey, there's my fanclub. Who are those guys with them? Hey, why aren't they paying attention to me? I'm waving at them. They must not see me. I'll yell.

"Oh, ladies! Guess who's here!" Was that a snort I just heard from one of them? Why are they acting so cold? Oh, wait, that one's laughing-she's laughing at me? But I thought I was cool!

Well never mind them. They're just leeches. Let's dance. Well, yeah, it will look to everyone else like I'm dancing by myself, but still…Oh, fine. Just sit and gather calories while I impress the ladies with my mad dancing skills. Not my former fanclub, of course.

Okay, sit there so you can see me to the best effect. Here comes the music…and DANCE! Woo! And twist the feet! We're twisting, we're twisting, and stomp stomp stomp, once again now, stomp stomp stomp and hit the floor! Okay, here comes the chorus, hands in the air! And clap clap clap swing your hands! And a swing swing swing, followed by a shimmy! We're shimmying, we're shimmying, and a pause! And we're dancing again! Oh, yeah, feel it in the hips. Swing it, swing it, yeah! Woohoo! Ah, I can feel the rhythm! Can you feel it? Can you FEEL the BEATah? WOOOOO! Thank you, California!

Oh, crap. How long has the entire student body been staring at me? And why do they look so weirded out? My dance kicked seagull! Ahm, this is rather unnerving. Maybe my underwear is showing, is my underwear showing? No? Then why?

I'm getting embarrassed by all this attention! I'm gonna head outside for some air. Are they dancing now? Okay, good. Man, that was weird. And those girls are laughing again!

Yeah, I know they're not worth my time. Hold on, I think the deck is this way…woah. It's Pan. She looks…wow.

Now would you call that dress black or dark blue? Wait, who's that handing her punch? He's whispering something into her ear. She's smiling! No man is allowed to make Pan smile but me! I'm going over there to punch his lights-

Why should I leave him alone? Of course he doesn't have the right to-

I know we're not together anymore. But that doesn't mean…that doesn't mean I don't…

love her.

Crap, why didn't you tell me this sooner? I didn't know I loved her! I mean, I knew I thought she was pretty, and nice, and wonderful, and all that, but love is a huge thing! Maybe that's why she didn't answer me when I asked her if she loved me.

What? It was because I was stupid? Well, is that supposed to be helpful? Cause it's not.

Of course I want to be with her. You don't fall in love with someone every day. But she hates me. She says I've quote unquote changed, and if that means anything pinch me.

Ow! I have changed? Even you think so? Well I guess you're kinda objective. But I still feel like me!

Well, no, I guess the jewelry isn't really me. Okay, the clothes aren't me, either. Plus they're itchy and expensive and they don't give me nearly enough security as my happy pants. But that's what popular people wear, right? Woah. Such strong language from someone so young.

Speaking of language, I guess I could stop using cool words like 'whazzup' and 'bling bling' and 'kumquat.' But it won't be easy.

No! I can't start snorting again! I've been trying so hard to suppress it when I laugh. Well, okay, I guess it would be a bad thing if my brain exploded from the pressure. Sigh. Now I'm changing everything for you! It isn't for you?

Oh yeah. Pan.

Well, I guess I'd better go in and explain to her that I've returned to my spunky, poetic, yet slightly mysterious self (chuckle snort chuckle).

Hey! That actually felt pretty good!

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There she is. The evil male isn't anywhere to be seen. Do you see him? Heh, he's probably hanging around the PUNCH BOWL! Get it? Ooohhh, I kill me.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say. I can't say something dumb like "Pan, I was stupid, please forgive me." I can? Are you giving me permission to be dumb or telling me it isn't a dumb thing to say? Don't answer that.

I'm going to walk over there. Right now. Come on, legs. Come on, move forward, that's it. No, keep going, walk walk walk

"walk walk walk walk-"

"Trunks? What are you doing?" Oh, crap, I was talking out loud again, wasn't I? She probably thinks I'm an idiot. I can't look at her face, I'm mortified! "That was quite the dance, by the way." Okay, I'm looking up.

Huh? She's smiling? And she isn't laughing at me like everyone else. Oh, her eyes. I could stare at them at least until my feet fell asleep.

I have to say it. "Pan, I was…" Oooh, this is hard! But I love her. Okay, here goes. "I was stupid, please forgive me!" How did I get down on my knees? Hey, I did not give you the right to push me down!

But she isn't walking away. And her face, her lovely face, it isn't scornful. No smile, though. Yet.

"Trunks, you know why I broke up with you. I can't just forget all that and continue-"

"But I know how idiotic I've been this whole time! I know I've been trying to be popular and flirting with random girls and acting like an utter jerk. But all the popularity in the world isn't worth anything if I don't-" why are her eyes wide? Is this the right time to say something like this? We're gathering a crowd. "If I don't have you."

Please smile, please smile! Oh, she's lowering her head, I can't tell what she's feeling! Wait, I can't ever tell what women are feeling! Ah!

Huh? Sniffling? She's crying? Oh, I made her cry again! I'm such a loser-

"Trunks, you idiot. I've missed you so much, and all this time I thought you didn't care at all that we weren't together anymore." Hug her? Okay, but if she punches me, I'm blaming it on you. Ah. She's so small. She's shaking, though. I'll rub her back to warm her up. That made her cry harder! Ah! What am I doing wrong? I'd better say something.

"Of course I cared. I tried telling myself I didn't, but I finally figured something out. I l-. I llll-." Man, this is hard to say.

"You love me?" Whoa, her face is really close to mine. She must've eaten a mint or something 'cause her breath smells very…hygienic.

"Yeah." More crying? And she's smiling at the same time? I'll never understand women.

"Trunks, I love you, too." Wow. She has a really tight hug. And her hair is tickling my chin. In a good way. "Kiss me?" Kiss her? In front of all these people? I know, I know, love knows no embarrassment…here goes…

Hmm. Her lips are even softer than I remembered. I think she must be wearing lip gloss, cause she tastes like peaches. And she smells like, like some sort of herb I can't identify. It's nice. Do you mind if I don't think anymore? I think it's better to just feel at the moment.

Ah…

Allegra.

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Hehe, I'm so strange. But there we are. A sequel. I don't think it's as funny as the original, but I felt like writing more, and that's what came out. Bring me your thoughts! I love feedback! It's the best way to improve, dontcha know.