AN: Random short story but that's okay. I was bored. Nothing brilliant, but I think everyone will like it. It's been a while since I've done one so don't laugh. I'm rusty.
Summary: (AU) Two-Part. Trunks/Pan. Moving into a new town causes Pan to long for her home in the country and baking with her grandma again. A small bakery has a new position opening and she quickly grabs for the job. As she learns her new town's ways, she falls in love with the baker with a sad smile.
Disclaimer: DBGT is not mine.
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Your Sad Smile (One)
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Xxx Pan's POV xxX
Moving to a new town wasn't what I wanted for a sweet sixteen birthday present!
But that's what I got.
Even now, as I move everything into the house with my parents, I just cant accept this cruel fate. Before I came here, I was happy in my Grandma ChiChi's home in the country with few people to contact, if anyfor that matter. Home was only a fifteen minute walk from her house, since my dad refused to live too far from Grandma anyway.
However, that new job as a professor in West City was too tempting for my mother to just give up on.
Now, my mom was a real city-girl. She did love the tranquility and simpleness of the woods, but her home was West City. She had lived there with her parents since she was a child. However, since her mother had passed away, the city hasn't been so inviting. But my mom was never a quitter. Her homesickness was weighing out her phobia for her hometown and quickly convinced my father to take the offer.
Not being one to refuse a woman when she pouted, my father was putty in my mother's hands. Mom was quickly on her way to start packing and calling Grandpa Hercule for connections, a new home and all that stuff.
It took only a few weeks before everything was done and our new house was set. Our old home would go to my Uncle Goten, who was soon to be married to his childhood sweetheart, Marron Chestnut. She and I were close eversince we first met, and now she was going to be my AUNTIE!
I was going to rub it in her face for such a long time...
But I wouldn't be able to all the way out here, in this new town so unlike my former home. But I was going to make it here. I won't quit. I am my mother's daughter and I can do anything!
But why was moving one of the things I had to do...?
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Well, it's the second week of school and life still hasn't struck me dead yet.
Despite my first thoughts on how horrible life would become, it didn't stink as much as I thought. Public school wasn't going to have me waste away behind a desk like my Grandma ChiChi did. We learned the same things I had learned last year, thanks to all the extra studying I did. It wasn't too bad hearing everything over again, but the teacher went agonizingly, almost painfully, slow. I had caught myself on my instances, watching the clouds roll by very lazily, like my eyelids.
But, not all classes were like this. I had grown to love Physical Education. I was rarely allowed outside, all alone, because it was the middle of the woods, but I did train with my father. Although a bit dorky looking, you wouldn't even guess that my father was actually a former world champ! No way, right? But my family consists of many fighters, my mother and grandma included. It's actually pretty awesome.
So, carrying many past accomplishments, I too trained in martial arts. I was both strong and fast, my reflexes becoming sharper than a cat on the prowl. My body learned fighting like second nature and I grew skilled. So P.E. was an absolute breeze and I grew fond of all the running, since I used to run up trees, this was far easier. Though, I don't think the people in my class were as enthusiastic or proficient as I was.
Oh well. They are weak. I am not.
There was also my elective class. I was taking Home Economics, which reminded me of all the baking I did with my grandma. She had taken it upon herself to teach me how to cook and clean so I would never be able to leave my room untidy or my house too badly cluttered. She saw it as a gift to teach me. I saw it as a pain in the behind.
But I did learn, and I grew quite fond of baking. Although I had burned the stove many times throughout several hundred attempts, I did learn the art of baking delights, mostly for me and my fetish for sweets.
Out of all my classes, this one had become my favorite.
This was also the same class I had met my first friend.
Her name is Bra, Bra Briefs.
She lives with her parents and she's wealthy, a billionairess. But she's not snobby and a brat, but definitely big on shopping. She and I met when we were teamed up to bake some snickerdoodle cookies. Unfortunately, I found out she wasn't very... good with an oven. But she and I did get it under control, despite the roaring flame of the fire that had singed every, last cookie. Looking back, it was funny. Bra, screaming her head off, running to and fro between the oven and the teaher, who was trying to put out the fire. I was, on the other hand, trying to fnd a way to calm her down. The woman was hysterical! But, the crisis was dealt with and all Bra had to do was replace the stove, such a simple task.
I haven't let her live it down since.
I had also learned that Bra had an older brother, but her family had disowned him because he refused the family business three years ago. He would be about thirty now, but she told me he didn't look nearly that old. Maybe twenty-three at oldest, and she can't even state his name. It has been dismissed from her vocabulary, due to her parents' need to forget. I thought this was very strange, but who am I to judge. I am, after all, a little unorthodox myself..
Yes, life wasn't too bad. I am learning these strange new customs and dealings. I had also grown quite attached to this strange new world.
There was also a small bakery that I had become accustomed to seeing everyday on my way home. It was a small little shoppe called "Sweet Smile." It was filled with many hand-baked goods, and the owner was a young man, not much older than me. He was also the baker of his fine products.
His name is Trunks and he always wore such an endearing smile.
However, he was also very melancholy, I could tell. Whenever I purchased anything, he would grin but the light never reached his eyes. His glass-like orbs remained dull and tired as they tried to illuminate, but it wasn't that simple for him. He tried, I know he did, but he came up short.
But, oh, how I would love to see him smile.
Seeing his face brighten at me would make any day complete.
That's why, when the day came and a sign went into his window, I was quick to take the chance to fill it.
I wanted to fill the place where he seemed so lonely. I wanted to be around him, to give him a chance to open up and grin for me. I needed to make this man smile; maybe I could be something special to him. Perhaps, I just wanted to find a way into his heart. I would find my path there, and I could be someone to him, someone dear.
Or, maybe that day, I just wanted him to become the special one for...
Me...
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AN: Wow. Once again, random. Review!
Well, till next time!
Much love,
Adobo-chan
