Orange Star High School- The Legacy Continues...
A/N: Just a quick note. This takes place at a time when Pan is in high school. Trunks, Goten, and Bra also attend Orange Star and obviously their ages have been changed. Pan- 17, Trunks- 18, Goten- 18, Bra- 16. Also, I have added a new character of my own. His name's Eraser and he's the child of Sharpner and Erasa; age 17. This is a Trunks/Pan pairing. Okay, enough of my rambling, on with the story.
Chapter 15- Denial, Anger, and Lust
Eraser entered the school building, a sweatshirt hoodie covering his head completely. Many people stared strangely at him, seeing it was spring time outside and way too hot for a sweatshirt but Eraser ignored them all and proceeded to his locker.
Goten, Trunks, and Pan awaited him there, smirks planted across their faces. Oh how he wanted to kill them all. He walked toward his locker and began opening it, not bothering to even look at the three as he did so.
"I guess hair cuts take away more than just hair," Pan spoke up, leaning casually against a locker.
Eraser continued going through his locker silently.
"Oh come on Eraser, it's not that bad," Trunks commented.
Eraser dumped a book into his bag and slammed his locker shut then took off for the hallway again.
Goten rubbed the back of his head, "Boy, he sure is mad."
Pan rolled her eyes and stood up straight again. "No? Really?! I didn't notice!" She spoke sarcastically.
"Cut the Drama Queen act Pan," Goten came back strongly.
"Go drool over Angelina somewhere, I'm sure she'd love to have another brainless idiot following her around today," Pan commented with a smirk.
Goten narrowed his eyes and without another word took off down the hallway in anger. Pan shook her head, "For Kami's sake, can no one around here take a joke?!"
"It was a little harsh Pan," Trunks replied as the two took off walking.
Pan crossed her arms, "Whatever."
The two kept walking, Trunks casting an eye on Pan as they went. Okay, this is the perfect time. We're alone, by ourselves, with no one around. I should tell her... Trunks thought to himself.
Pan looked over at him from the corner of her eye, "Something wrong?" She asked, "Do I have something on my face?"
Trunks shook his head, "No, you look...perfect."
"Oh, okay, thanks." Pan replied with a sigh.
Trunks nodded and looked down at the floor as the two kept walking. What is it with me anyway? How hard is it to say, "Pan, I like you. A lot. More than a lot."? Okay, it's very hard, but I've got to do it sometime... Trunks turned and looked at Pan, "Pan?"
"Yeah?" Pan asked, slowing down a bit.
"Pan, I-"
"There's our star!" Another voice spoke up, cutting Trunks off in the middle of his sentence.
Pan's eyes went wide, "Oh Dende no! I forgot about them!" Quickly, she ran behind Trunks. "Did they see me?"
Trunks however wasn't paying attention to what Pan was saying. Instead, he was mentally cursing himself for such bad timing. Then again, it wasn't his timing, it was Seiko's.
"Pan!" Seiko called; his camera crew hot on his trail.
Pan groaned and stepped from behind Trunks. Sekio's face lit up and he smiled broadly at Pan, "Beautiful! The camera loves ya!" He took a moment to cast an eye on Trunks who stood near by. "And who might this be?"
"This is Trunks Briefs-" Pan mumbled before getting interrupted.
"You mean Trunks as in Trunks Briefs?" Sekio interrupted.
No duh idiot. Pan thought to herself. She nodded.
"This is great!" Sekio exclaimed, walking up to Trunks, "This will make the movie even better! You don't mind being in the movie do ya kid?"
Trunks shrugged, "I suppose not, I-"
"Great!" Sekio cried, "We'll have you sign the contract and everything later on."
Trunks eyed Pan who merely shrugged in response, "Just go with it."
"Go on with your normal everyday activities!" Seiko replied after noticing that neither Pan nor Trunks were doing anything, "Don't mind us at all!"
"Kind of hard not to," Pan muttered as the two began taking off down the hallway again.
"You can say that again," Trunks added.
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Trunks clicked off the TV and lay back on his bed. He peered at the phone from the corner of his eye and began pondering whether or not he should call Pan. They definitely needed to talk and Trunks undeniably needed to know how Pan felt. He reached over for the phone and pressed the on button.
He listened as the phone began ringing. Once, then twice, then a third time. Just as he was about to hang up, someone picked up.
"Hello?" a voice spoke from over the phone.
Trunks opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out. He was speechless. It was almost as if all connection to his brain was cut off.
"Hello? Anyone there?" the voice spoke again.
Suddenly, the connection to his brain began again and Trunks found his voice. "Hello?"
"Trunks, is that you?"
"Gohan!"
"Yes..." Gohan trailed off, unsure of why Trunks was acting so strange.
"Uh, I...think I dialed the wrong number."
"Okay," Gohan spoke, "Talk to you later then."
"B…bye," Trunks replied, clicking the 'Off' button on the phone. He buried his hands into his face, "Why can't I do it?!" He yelled, and throwing the phone across the room. It landed at the doorway where a certain Saiyan Prince was standing once again. He looked down at the phone then back to Trunks.
"You, me, gravity room, now," He said, leaving the room.
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"Who was that?" She asked as she began munching.
Gohan placed the phone down, "Oh, just Trunks. He said he had the wrong number by mistake."
Pan nearly chocked on her chips, "Trunks?! Calling here?"
"Yes, Trunks calling here." Gohan answered.
Pan swallowed and fumbled with the bag of chips. "He didn't ask to speak to me did he?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, he said he had the wrong number, why?"
Pan almost dropped the chips. "No, no reason."
Gohan peered at his daughter suspiciously. Something was definitely up between those two, however, he couldn't figure out what. "Anything you want to talk about?"
This time, Pan almost lost her footing. She grabbed onto the counter for support and set the bag of chips down. "Of course not, why would there be something to talk about?"
"Well," Gohan started, "You seem to be acting a little strange today..."
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just a little out of it today." Pan started for the kitchen exit but was stopped by Gohan's hand on her shoulder.
"If anything's wrong, you'd tell me, right?"
Pan nodded then took off for the stairs with a sigh. That had been a close one...
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Vegeta paced the floor back and forth, waiting for Trunks to enter the room. Finally, the door to the gravity room opened and Trunks entered wearing his training clothing. He stopped in mid-air as he noticed Vegeta wearing regular clothes.
"Uh, you didn't call me in here to train did you?" Trunks asked.
Vegeta shook and his and pointed to a seat near by, "Sit."
Trunks followed his father's instructions and planted himself on the comfortable bench chair. He looked down and wondered why his father had called him in here. Why else go to the G.R. but to train?
Vegeta peered at Trunks from the corner of his eye then finally, began to speak, "Why haven't you asked her yet?"
Trunks looked up immediately with a puzzled look on his face. "Uh, come again?"
"You know what I'm talking about boy," Vegeta answered.
Trunks remained looking completely baffled.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "You've been hanging around Kakarot's brat too long. I'm talking about Pan!"
Trunks shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "I don't know, I just...can't. I mean-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked downward once again.
"You better talk now boy," Vegeta warned almost dangerously, "If you don't, I have ways of making you."
Trunks looked back up immediately. Whatever kind of ways his father had, he certainly didn't want to test them out. "It's just that, whenever I start to think about her...I start to melt inside and my heart makes all these flips."
"And..."
Trunks arched an eyebrow at his father, "And what?"
"There's more to this than you're telling me, isn't there?" Vegeta questioned.
Trunks didn't know whether he should be afraid or not. The questioning look on Vegeta's face was like none he had ever seen before. It was almost scary...And what more could Vegeta possibly know?
Vegeta stood up from his chair and started toward the exit door of the gravity room, "Come back here when you're ready to talk. Until then, let me assure you that you'll never get what you want..."
With those last words, the door to the gravity room closed and Trunks was left alone.
How's that for a long chapter? It sure makes up chapter 14! I usually update later than this but I finished this chapter in a shorter period of time than I usually do so why not? Hope you liked it!
-DBZAngelX, over and out