Disfigured 4

Author's Notes: Well here's the latest chapter. The reason I haven't updated in a while is because I just started school, and I had been busy with enrolling and entrance exam tests. So please forgive me for the late update. I also had to refurbish my computer…again. Before I refurbished it I called myself saving what I typed to disk. So when I got ready to upload the thing I found out that I used a bad disk. So I had to type this chapter all over again, and from scratch on top of that. So Enjoy.

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Ages:

Trunks: 40

Pan: 26

Goten: 39

Bra: 27

Marron: 38

Uub: 38

The parent's are gonna be old…eh who cares about the ancient ones.

Haunted Memories.

Chapter 4

(Good memories are always easy to remember, but the bad one's are the hardest to forget)

Pan Son.

(Pan's POV)

From the moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I was lying in the rejuvenation tank. Normally I'm supposed to still be asleep, but for some reason I'm wide-awake staring at the green liquid surrounding me. I could actually feel my wounds repairing itself from the damage done to my body, adding more scars to it. All at once I'm taken back to the day when my former best friend struck me down with a vengeance, and I have come to realize that I would've been dead had it not been for Bulma's quick thinking.

The thought that Trunks wanted me dead stabbed me all over with many pains, and the pain that had hurt the most was the pain of betrayal. I would've gladly given up my life, if only to make him happy, but he wasn't happy and once again I'm reminded of that. If Marron had still been alive, Trunks wouldn't be so angry. Had she lived, I wouldn't be crippled for the remainder of my life. Had she survived, I believed that everyone would've been happy. So once again I'm reminded of the past, and of the memories that should have been long forgotten.

It seems as if memories are all that I have left in this world. I have these same old memories that seemed to plague and haunt me everyday. I have these visions of old memories, and as much as I want to hang on to them, I realize that I will have to let them go eventually. I also know that forgetting them won't be easy, because they serve as a reminder of my past transgressions.

I'm suddenly reminded of the day when I accidentally caused Marron to break her collarbone. Had I known that Trunks would hold this past sin against me, I never would've shoved Mar off that car to begin with. However, my memories wanted to remind me of the past, and so here I am…remembering.

Flashback:

It was a nice warm night, and we were watching a late night movie at the drive in. I had a big bowl of popcorn in my lap, and was enjoying the movie with no complaints. I was seated in between Trunks and Marron on the hood of the car, and for once I was happy that I was able to sit right besides Trunks. We chatted, acted silly, and said crude comments about the movie.

The night progressed smoothly, and I had never had as much fun as I had that night. Everything was perfect, well that was until Trunks and Marron started giving each other that particular look. He looked smitten, and she looked shy. Needless to say, I looked sick. I tried to pretend that she wasn't batting her eyelashes like a lovesick teenager, and I definitely tried to pretend that Trunks wasn't reaching over me just to grab her hand. I felt so invisible and alone, that I had to fight off the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Did I tell you how lovely you looked tonight?" Trunks said while holding Marron's hand in his own.

"Only like…every ten minutes."

"Ugh! Can I puke now?" I thought viciously.

"Do you wanna…?" Trunks asked slyly.

"Do I wanna…what?"

"You know…?"

"Do I wanna puke? You betcha I do." I thought evilly.

"Do you wanna get out of here for a little while?"

"I really wish I could, but tonight we have company with us. It would be really rude to leave Pan out here all by herself. Right Pan?"

"Mmmhumm." I agreed quietly.

"Come on. Pan's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Right Pan? Look, I'll even let her drive my car home. What do you say?" Trunks pleaded.

"I don't know Trunks."

"It'll be fun." Trunks said as he raised her hands to his lips.

In the process of kissing her hand, Trunks inadvertently bumped into me, and I became a little angry because of that.

"I really don't know Trunks."

"Don't you trust me Mar?" He said as he leaned towards Marron.

"Well…yeah." Marron said as she leaned in as well.

"So why don't you come with me?" He said as he pulled Marron closer to him.

He didn't give her a chance to respond, because he quickly pulled her into a lingering kiss. That one kiss had made me highly upset, but it was the fact that they were literally kissing right in front of my face that infuriated me the most.

"UGH! Will you two just get a room, for Pete's sake? "I shouted out in anger.

"Sounds like someone's a little jealous." Marron said in jest.

Of course Trunks started laughing at the little joke, and I suddenly became very angry and hostile. I personally did not appreciate being the butt of anyone's joke, and I wasn't about to take it from my so-called friends either. So in a bout of rage, I shoved my elbow into Marron's chest as hard as I could.

She fell off the hood of the car, and landed on her collarbone awkardardly. The sound of her bone breaking could be heard even among the loud speaker that was perched on top of the car. Soon her screams joined in with the actor's dialog, and all at once I was shocked at what I had done. Even more so was I shocked with the look that Trunks was giving me. I had never seen the look of absolute hatred in his eyes before, and definitely not directed towards me. I was rendered speechless.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING PAN?" He screamed at me while he helped Marron up off the ground.

"I…um…it." I mumbled confusedly.

"Are you all right Marron?" Trunks asked her with concern.

"I think…that my shoulder's…broken." Marron said in short pants.

"Are you happy now Pan? Is this what you wanted?" Trunks asked me.

He turned his angry gaze back in my direction, and I grew equally upset. I have never backed down from a fight, and I wasn't about to start now.

"Well she started it!" I shouted.

"How?" Trunks asked.

Trunks moved closer to me, and I could basically see his Kai fluctuating out of control. I jumped off the hood of the car to the ground, and stood as tall and proud as I could. I wasn't about to let this jerk bully me around, simply because he was stronger than me.

"She called me jealous…as if." I said stubbornly.

I stuck out my chin as an act of defiance, and stepped even closer to Trunks. With my eyes I dared him to display his Saiyan strength, in front of all the onlookers that had since gathered around the car.

"And you hit her because…?" He questioned me.

"I hit her because she was being annoying, and so were you Briefs."

"No, you hit her because you were jealous. Admit it Pan."

"You'd love that wouldn't you."

"You know I never thought that you could be so petty and dirty Pan. I guess it goes to show that I really don't know you at all."

"Well that may be because you're too busy sucking face with Little Miss Blondie-locks over here."

"And you just hate that don't you? You're just ticked off because it'll never be you, isn't that right Pan?"

"Screw you Trunks!"

"Trunks…I really need to get to a doctor. Can we just go?" Marron said as she grabbed his arm.

She placed herself in between Trunks and Pan, and tried pushing Trunks away with her good arm.

"Oh, you would like to that wouldn't you? I should've never invited you here in the first place."

"Well you did. So just get over it already!"

"Trunks…we should just go. This argument is childish, and I think that it we should just drop it."

"Childish! Who are you calling childish you bleached blonde twit!" I shouted in anger,

With the words of anger also came the actions of anger. For in that instance I placed my hand into the center of Marron's chest, and I pushed her with all the Saiyan strength that I could possess.

Trunks head turned in the direction that Marron flew backwards, and he watched as her lithe body crashed into the side of a beat up Buick. Anger raged through his veins with a heated intensity, and he turned back around to face me. Green eyes stared into black orbs, as Trunks raised a heavy hand and struck me in the face. He suddenly realized that he had powered up, and he was able to power down again before anyone noticed the change that he had just underwent.

He turned his angry gaze back at the young woman, who was now lying at his feet. I stared up at him, and he noticed that he did some pretty bad damage. I had a split lip, and long horizontal gash across my face. Trunks could see the tears falling from my eyes, and guilt suddenly overpowered him.

He reached inside of his pocket, and pulled out a sensu bean. He immediately threw it to me, and bent down to where only I could hear his next words.

"If you ever hurt Marron again, be prepared to face my wrath. Don't show your face at my house ever again. As far as I'm concerned this friendship is over."

Trunks then stood back up, and walked back to his girlfriend. He picked her up off the dirty ground, and gingerly placed her in his car. He closed the door, and turned to take one last glimpse at my crying form. I saw the disappointed look in his eyes, and I could do nothing but hold my head down in shame. Tears obscured my vision, and I wasn't able to look back up until I heard the engine of Trunks car roar to life.

I glanced up in time to see the red headlights of Trunks car coasting away further from me, and I was instantly regretful of my actions that night

(End flashback)

Of course Marron instantly forgave me when I showed up at the hospital, offering her flowers as a way to show my penance. Of course it took Trunks a good month before he forgave me, but he finally did. I had made a vow to myself that I would never let my foolish pride and jealousy ruin my relationship between Mar, Trunks, and Myself ever again. We even managed to grow closer because of it, and now things were back to the way it used to be. The anger was there, and the jealousy was there. Trunks was angry with me again, and I was jealous of a dead woman.

Why couldn't Trunks just accept the fact that Marron was gone?" Why did he continue grieving, and more importantly why was he still blaming me? If only I could make him see how sorry I was for everything that has taken place.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I was surprised to see Bulma hovering above the tank. She proceeded to press a few buttons, and the green liquid drained out of the tank. Once the liquid was gone, she pressed another button that caused the tank to open up. I crawled out of the tank feeling weary and beaten, as I grabbed the thick cotton body towel that Bulma was giving me.

I quickly dried off and covered up, because I was deeply ashamed of the scars that marked my treachery towards Marron. I mean, I had left her to die, and I viewed those scars as reminders of that fact.

Bulma couldn't do anything but look at me with eyes full of sympathy. She offered some clean clothes that I quickly put on, and she quietly started drying my hair. She offered no words, or no consolation. However just her mere presence let me know that I wasn't alone. I wondered about the one man that was the very cause of my most recent injuries.

Back in the recesses of my mind, I knew that he felt guilty about what he had done. Trunks had never been able to intentionally hurt me, and not feel any guilt for it afterwards. That was the main reason why he gave me the sensu bean, when he had hurt me at the drive in theater. I wondered if he was all right.

"Where is he?" I asked quietly.

"Pan…you should just leave well enough alone."

"I told you that I'm not giving up on him yet."

"Even if it gets you killed! Pan you could've died today! Doesn't that scare you in the least?"

"Not as much as giving up on the one man I love."

Pure unadulterated shock crossed Bulma's face, and her jaw dropped down to the ground. She rapidly blinked her thick eyelashes, as she took a seat in the chair that sat opposite of Pan.

"How long?"

"I'll never give up on him…even if it kills me."

"No, how long have you been in love with him?" Bulma asked.

"It really doesn't matter…"

"No I want to know. How long Pan?"

"Ever since I could remember, but he doesn't feel the same way about me. That much I know for sure."

"Why are you doing this to yourself. You're just torturing yourself, and for what?"

"For a man who deserves so much more."

"Even after all he did…to you?" Bulma said as she softly caressed my cheek.

"It doesn't compare to what I've done to him. I've ruined his life."

"You saved his life, and he's being so ungrateful to you because of it. Are you telling me that this doesn't bother you?"

"The only thing that bothers me is the fact that there's an hurt and confused Saiyan roaming the streets. I need to find him Bulma."

"You should really think this over Pan."

"I have, and I'm going to find him." I said as I stood up.

"Wish me luck Bulma." I said as I walked outside and flew away into the midnight sky.

"Yeah…because you're going to need it." Bulma said as she watched Pan's retreating figure disappearing from sight.

With that thought in mind Bulma closed the front door, and turned off the light. Her thoughts lingered on the memory of the two men that she loved…and lost.