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Trunks

Have you ever felt so desperate and intensely frustrated that tears just roll out your eyes? And I mean, you can't punch or yell, or make any other physical action that releases your anger to the person who made you feel this way because it was you, you did this to yourself.

But you can.

You can cut your veins or jump off a cliff or punch your nose, but it's even more frustrating knowing you can't do any of those things, because it takes a lot of nerve, and you're aware you don't have enough of it.

You actually can do something about it, but the truth is, some times we don't want to.

And yes, being scared of doing any of the above, counts as "not wanting".

"Am I interrupting?"

Yes.

"Not at all." I take a gulp to my bottle of beer.

"It's early to be drinking."

I look at my watch. 9 p.m.

He sits next to me. I believe we've never talked before.

"Son Goku, I assume."

"Me indeed."

"It's an honor to sit on your roof, sir."

"The pleasure is all mine." He says. "Not everyone can have Vegeta's children staying under their roof."

"My father would probably not want you to know this, but here between us, Vegeta considered you the only worthy rival to fight against with." I tell Pan's grandfather.

He chuckles. "Oh, I agree. He'd disinherit you if he knew you told me this."

"Well it wouldn't make any difference. Being a Briefs, being poor. Ultimately the same." I keep talking and can't seem to stop myself from doing it. Hmm, I can't handle alcohol after all. "This is why I'm—why we, Bulla and I, are here. Capsule Corp is broke; we put our house for lease."

"Well," Goku speaks up after about 30 seconds later. "Anything for Bulma and Vegeta."

Bulma and Vegeta? He knows mom too?

"Your mother and I are longtime friends." He speaks up once he catches my confused stare on him.

"Oh, I did not know that." I tell him, blinking the information in. I squint my eyes, watching the silhouettes of the mountains. Yep, four bottles is my limit.

"It's getting chilly, you should come down."

I look at my watch. 9:30 p.m.

"I'll be down soon enough."

Pan

"Hey Trunks." I tell him, climbing up the ladder to get to the rooftop. He's shirtless.

"Panda-Chan! That's what your grandparents call you, right?" He asks, a bit more excited than I expected him to. But then I see the bottle in his hand and other empty ones next to him.

I chuckle. "Right. Gran thought you'd be cold so she sent me with this blanket."

"How nice of her." I put it around his shoulders.

"Why did anyone let you come up with this six pack?" I ask, taking the bottle off his hand.

"Why? Are fat people the only people allowed on this rooftop?"

"Gosh what an awful joke."

"Sorry I'm slightly drunk."

"A) That's not an excuse and B) as your evidence clarifies," I point to the various bottles of beer next to him "you're very drunk."

"I am."

"You should be grateful I'm here, you don't seem to have any sense of space or time."

"I don't."

"And you'd probably be unconscious enough to believe you can fly."

"I can't?!" he pushes himself up to stand on his feet, the blue blanket sliding down his tan back. He walks closer to the edge of the flat rooftop.

"Trunks don't do anything stupid."

"If I believe I can do it, I can!"

"I'm being serious."

He bends his knees to take impulse, and before I can stop him, he jumps—towards me, tackling and tumbling me down with him.

And now he's on top of me, his hold on my wrists so tight against the rooftop that it literally starts numbing my hands.

"Could you please let my hands breathe?"

He places his hands next to my head and I can feel the blood flowing through my veins again, but I don't move. I just stare into his boozy eyes.

"Don't even think about it."

Trunks

"Don't even think about it." She tells me, more solid than I expected her to be by now.

I bring my face near to hers. She never closes her eyes, or looks at my lips, or, unlike me, has any intentions to kiss me. She just stares into my eyes, trying to get me back to sobriety.

"Panda-Chan." I whisper, my mouth so close to hers that I can feel the heat of her and my breath combined. "There's something you must know."

Wow, wait, drunken Trunks, what do you think you're doing?

"…I hear you…"

I get my mouth next to her left ear, whispering. "But promise you won't hate me after this."

Don't you dare telling her anything

until she promises she won't

"Trunks," she says, pushing my shoulders slowly until I'm far enough for her to sit up. "Let's go, grandma is waiting for us."

Whew, close. Sober Trunks trapped in drunken Trunks is truly grateful right now.

So we do, Pan climbs down the ladder and I do as well right after her.

"Do not even think of looking under my skirt." I joke.

I hear her laughing under me.

I really like her laugh. It's kind of childish, full of life.

"How many liters of alcohol do you think are running through your veins right now?" she mocks.

"Have I told you how much I like your laugh?"

"I'm sure I would've remembered." She tells me, as she helps me jump off the last step.

"It's just it's nice to hear, like listening to a cat purring."

I can hear the jingle-like ending and her throat catching more oxygen when she runs out of it.

"Are you really comparing my laugh to the purr of cats?"

"NO, I mean," I correct, "you don't literally sound like a cat purring but I like to hear cats purring, it's satisfying. It makes me feel like Christmas Carols make me feel."

"You're fun," she says, "I'll definitely consider getting you drunk in the future."

"I got her pregnant." I tell her, out of the blue, as I stop walking while she stops ahead.

"Marron?" she asks, turning her upper half to me. I nod. She lowers her eyesight down to the grass. She looks thoughtful. "Is that the reason of your ridiculously soon engagement?"

I nod again, staring at the ground instead of her now.

"I don't hate you." She clarifies, and I look at her, and her dark, shiny eyes are comprehensive and warm to me. I must've looked confused, because she kept going. "In case that's what you wanted to tell me up there, I don't hate you. People make mistakes and it happens."

I nod one more time. "Thank you Panda-Chan."

She hugs my perplexed self before we walk inside to Chi-Chi yelling at us.

However, it got me into deep thinking. About Pan and me confessing what I was so afraid to tell her.

It shouldn't have been this easy.

You forgot to tell her the important thing

The one that might actually make her hate you

I love Pan