Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, at all. Not the characters or the ideas associated with it. I'm only going to say it this once. The only thing I own is this plot. Suing would be a waste of time, I'm 19 and immensely poor.

Detailed Summary: It's easy to fall in love; the hardest part is learning to trust someone else to love you back. A romance/humor that follows Trunks as he learns to fall in love with love and get over his commitment issues. Pan, who has always been in his life, is beginning to take on a new position in his heart. Will he embrace what he knows is right or give into his own fears? Will things go wrong and, if they do, will there be a way to fix it all in the end?

Story Warning: The chapters are shorter than anything I've ever done because I've been trying to limit myself and, honestly, I just don't think I have that much to write about this anymore. I've learned that shorter sometimes is better, but I don't know if you'll agree with me in this case. The story is entitled Half-Crazy for a reason. This isn't like anything else I've ever done and if you don't like it after the first few chapters, though it will start to get more serious later on, I advise that you just stop reading and don't bother giving me gripe about how you don't like it. This was the only thing that kept me from falling into a pit of writer's block insanity, so read it just for enjoyment or get over it. I'm serious.

Half-Crazy
Rated for language/situations
WitchyPrincess

Pan hadn't always been attracted to Trunks, though looking back she couldn't understand how she had missed it. He was taller than her, but not too tall, just the perfect height. His eyes matched the color of the sky during clear summer days. His smile was like nothing she had ever experienced before and her entire world was different the first time he truly directed that smile at her. Not to mention his smell, which was the definition of perfect.

It was probably because he had always been there, always a shoulder when she needed one, that she didn't notice. He had been another uncle of sorts, though they held no relation. And she knew she was like a little sister to him. Those platonic feelings of love had always been mutual and had never been a burden. She didn't start looking at him, in fact, as an actual man until her early twenties, and even then it was less than romantic and purely physical.

It was easy to take him for granted because there had never been anything between them and she had never hoped there would be. Of course, in her young teens, she had flirted and admired him with the best of them but that was only because she was fanciful at that age and didn't even take herself seriously. So he hadn't minded at all, nor had he encouraged her. And that had never hurt her feelings before; they had always been the best of friends, and only friends.

But somewhere in her middle twenties, she couldn't exactly point out where, things had started to gravitate in the other direction. She began to see him, to really see him for who he was, and suddenly being his friend became a little more difficult. She realized that she was attracted to him the day his fingers brushed a strand of hair out of her face and set an entire gang of butterflies loose in her stomach.

She knew then that things were going to get difficult and tried her best to keep everything unchanged.

To be continued...