Forgotten promises
Chapter four
Disclaimer: If I did own them then the series would still be on.
A/N: I promise it's going to get better. I'm sorry I haven't told you what happened between them yet but it fits better later in the story so I hope you wait…and read.
The knock on the door was so light she wasn't sure if anybody could hear it. She was a nervous wreck and was waiting patiently for someone to open it. As if an angel had heard her plea, the door opened at that very moment. Pan smiled to herself, a long time ago she wouldn't of believed angels existed.
"Pan!" The woman exclaimed happily.
"Grandma!" She hugged Chi-chi with so much force that she could see something was different about her granddaughter.
"Hello dear, what's gotten into you. You seem so cheerful and happy." She laughed and took another look at the joyful teen.
"I was talking to someone, someone we all love very dearly." Pan said excitedly.
"And who may I ask has got you all cheery. You'll have to remind me to thank them." Chi-chi teased. She obviously had no idea who this stranger was.
"Grandpa, Grandpa Goku!" The girl breathed.
Her Grandma had stopped talking altogether. He was a touchy subject and she missed him more than anyone could imagine. Then a tear fell from her eyes and Pan expected her to frown but instead she continued to smile.
"You did?" She asked in a low whisper. "What did he say?" She ushered the girl inside and sat her down on the kitchen chair.
"He said he misses us all very much, especially you. He's going to talk to me soon and told me to go visit everyone. What do you think?" Pan asked as Chi-chi began to weep. "Are you okay Grandma. Grandpa Goku wouldn't of wanted you to cry because of him."
"I know Pan, it's been so long since he has talked to anyone. I'm glad it was you." She put a reassuring hand on Pan's shoulder. "I can't believe it."
"Grandma, it's going to be okay." The young girl went over and hugged her. "Everything is going to be okay…" She repeated, mostly to reassure herself. How could one person affect so many others she thought to herself.
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Trunks and Vegeta were in the gravity room sparring. Vegeta was in an exceptionally good mood today which was a surprise. Trunks on the other hand was in a very bad mood.
"What's gotten into you boy?" Vegeta asked gruffly. It was one thing for him to be talking to somebody else but another to actually be concerned about them.
"Pan!" Trunks stated simply.
"What about her?" He asked in a fascinated tone. It wasn't that he was interested in the actual story itself but more on the people in it. "What did you say to her?"
His son glanced up with an annoyed look. "Why does everyone assume it's my fault!" He sighed. "Okay, maybe it was my fault this time." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "But it isn't always my fault. She came here today and said she talked to Goku. I was in a bad mood and I accidentally told her she was crazy so she slapped me."
"Goku huh?" The smirk on Vegeta's face only got bigger. "I was wondering what that red mark on your face was." He laughed. Then he turned the gravity off and was about to make his way out.
"Where are you going?" Trunks asked annoyed. He needed someone to release his anger on. At that moment Pan walked in with a wide grin. The moment she saw Trunks though, she frowned.
"I thought if you weren't busy Vegeta then maybe we could spar but unfortunately you've got yourself occupied." Pan said angrily.
"Your new sparring mate!" Vegeta said before he closed the door on them.
"I'm sorry Pan," he began but she cut him off.
"I came here to spar Trunks, not to hear your pathetic excuses. Every time you needed me I was there for you. When you were happy and when you were down. Now I'm pleased and I come to you. Guess what you go and do. You throw it all back at me. You tell me I'm crazy and that I'm hallucinating but you know what, I'm not. Why can't you stand seeing me happy?" She sighed. "Why is that?"
"I do want to see you happy Pan. I was just in a bad mood that's all." He said sincerely.
"That's always your excuse. Sometimes when you came to me I was in a bad mood but still I tried to help you. I shared your joy and your pain. Why can't you find it in your heart to do the same?" There was a miserable look on her face.
"Pan, I do care. I really do want to help you." He tried to get her to calm down.
"No Trunks, you don't care. It's always the same with you. You say you can but you can't always be there for me. I need someone I can depend on, someone who's going to share my sorrow and joy. Someone who understands me. That someone used to be you but you're too busy for me now. I'm sorry okay." It almost killed her to say what she just did but she knew she had to make him understand, whether he wanted to or not.
"I'm still here for you. Like I said before I'm never too busy for you." He was unhappy seeing the sad look on her face.
"I'm sorry okay!" She said quietly before walking out and taking to the air.
"Wait Pan!" He ran out after her but she was already gone.
"That was very stupid of you!" Grunted an irritated Vegeta. He had been standing outside the whole time listening.
"You were listening?" Trunks asked angrily.
He shrugged his shoulders in response and was prepared to make his way back into the house to get something to eat. Trunks on the other hand had other ideas. He tapped his father on the shoulder and when he turned around he punched him square in the jaw.
"You had no right!" Trunks shouted.
"I had every right. She was in trouble and she couldn't depend on you. She comes to me when she can't come to you. You were always too busy with that girl you call your girlfriend. You think I didn't know what was wrong with you?" Vegeta spat. Trunks stood there speechless, he never knew. Maybe they were right, she couldn't depend on him.
"I never knew!" He muttered.
"You don't know a thing about her!" Vegeta said in a disgusted tone before walking into the house.
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"What's wrong Pan?" asked a concerned Rita. She had missed two days of school and her friend had come to see what was wrong.
"Everything. I hear my Grandpa talk to me and he's dead. My best friend doesn't understand me. My parents want to help me but I don't want them to." The raven-haired girl sobbed.
"It's normal to hear to hear someone from the past life talk to you when they meant a lot to you. You're just grieving and imagining things. Things are going to be fine." Rita tried to comfort her.
"You don't understand Rita. He really does talk to me." Pan looked up.
"Of course he does!" Her friend sighed.
"Why don't you believe me?" She asked, her eyes were still red.
"Pan, he's gone and you have to understand that. No matter what you do or say, he is gone. He is up there in heaven looking down on you. Guiding you when things go wrong, and smiling when things go right." Rita looked at her with warm eyes. "My mother died a few years ago and I kept seeing her everywhere I went. I kept hearing her whisper stuff to try and comfort me. I know how you feel and I can understand what you're going through."
Pan knew her friend would never understand. She was part saiyan and things went differently for her. It definitely wasn't her imagining things. Her grandfather had spoken to her and she knew Rita couldn't understand it like her. She needed someone like Trunks to talk to, he understood everything. He was part saiyan and knew nearly everything about her. Well not necessarily everything but only the things she wanted him to know. He was different a long time ago. Always paid attention to what she said and they were much closer. The fight was partly her fault. Maybe he really was busy and was just in a bad mood.
"I need to be alone Rita. I'll talk to you tomorrow okay." Her friend gave her a sympathetic look before letting herself out.
"Bye Pan-cha!" She waved to Pan.
The phone rang at that moment but she let it ring. After five rings the person on the other side left a message on the answering machine.
"I know you're there Pan. I wanted to say I'm sorry. I really didn't mean what I said okay. Of course I believe you when you say Goku talked to you. I was just grumpy and being an idiot when I said you were crazy. I'm sorry for every mistake I've ever made. I try to make it up to you but always manage to stuff it up." He paused to try to think of something to say. She was silently crying in the corner. A part of her wanted to pick up the phone and tell him she was sorry too but the stronger side of her told her he wasn't worth it. "Bye for now. I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep!" She cried. Of course he couldn't hear her because she hadn't picked up but still she wanted so badly to talk to him. She wanted to make things right with him.
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"What are you doing dear?" Bulma asked as she walked past her son's room and saw him laying face down.
"I'm trying to get Pan to talk to me. I blew it when I said she was crazy." He said unhappily.
"Even I know better than to tell her she's crazy, especially when it's Goku we're talking about. He is a very sensitive subject. You know she was telling the truth when she said Goku spoke to her so why did you say that?" She went and sat next to him.
"I don't know why I told her she was crazy." He replied exhaustedly.
"Is it cause you don't want to see her happy?" She asked. Her face had an expression which showed no emotion what-so-ever.
"Of course I want to see her happy!" He said angrily. "She's my best friend. Why would I want to see her miserable."
"Maybe it's cause you want to be the one to make her happy. You don't want her to be happy because of someone else. Maybe it's possible you even love her." Bulma gave him a pat on the back and smirked.
Trunks turned his head around and gave her a glare. "Now you're the one that's crazy. She's like my little sister. How could you think of her in that way."
"Whatever you say Trunks. I can see right through your little mask." She grinned.
"There is no mask to see mom. I don't love her in that way and she doesn't love me in that way. I'm sorry okay, you've got the wrong idea about us. I only have those sort of feelings for Marron and I'm still not even sure what I feel for her." He fumed angrily.
"I'm going to leave you alone so you can think okay." Bulma stood up and closed his door so no one would interrupt him.
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Well how was it? I know I ask the same question after every chapter but I like to know what people think. It gives me some kind of idea about where my standards lay. Should it be better, more dramatic, you know. Kind of like an insight. Anyway please R&R. Thanks a bunch.