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Chapter 6

Pan trudged through her building, up the stairs to her 3rd floor apartment. She couldn't believe she had agreed to stay there. How stupid was she? She was now physically smacking herself on her forehead.

"Stupid Pan. Stupid, stupid Pan." She mumbled with each smack and she stopped her self abuse to unlock her apartment door.

She walked in, studying it. She had only moved in about a month and a half ago and now she was leaving it.

She walked to her room and took out her trusty dusty book bag and threw some clothes in. She didn't expect to stay long. She refused to stay long. She was old enough now where she didn't need anyone taking care of her.

Walking from her room about an hour later after cleaning and making sure things were tidy for when she returned she started to think about the positive things. One thing was steadily popping in her head and it rhymed with junks, funks, and bunks. She had to think of something other then him.

At least she would be with her best friend. She smiled brightly at her success in getting him off her mind, if only for that second.

Pan looked at the tiny fireplace on the far wall and walked to it, picking up a large frame that held a collage of pictures that set on a mantle above it. It was a present from Bra. Her grandmother her given it back to her the last time she had come to her house. It was one of the things she had left behind.

Pan calculated it carefully noticing the one of when she and Bra were about eight or nine and they had just gotten out of the pool, both soaking wet in bathing suits sticking out their tongues at the camera with their hands on their hips. She laughed at the pictures and looked at the most recent one they had taken. They were fifteen and it was taken a little before Pan's 16th birthday party. They both had big, Hollywood style sunglasses and their hair was in funky ponytails and curlers with their lips puckered out in kissy faces, holding up piece signs.

Pan heard a knock on her apartment door and startled, she dropped the picture and the glass that covered it crashed to the ground. It felt almost like déj� vu somehow and sent shivers coursing through her body.

"Shit…" she murmured as she looked at the glass and then the door, "Hold on." She yelled as she ran to the door. Looking through the peephole she saw Bra and Trunks standing at the doorway.

As soon as she opened the door a pair of strong, feminine arms wrapped around her neck embracing her in a big hug. "Pan-Chan!" Bra mumbled into Pan's raven hair.

Trunks rolled his eyes and side stepped around them and went into the apartment. He noticed the broken frame on the floor beside the fireplace and walked over to pick it up.

"Bra are you sure she's your best friend? By the looks of this picture I think she has other thoughts in mind." He said with a smirk.

"You're funny." Bra and Pan said in unison and Bra grabbed the picture from him.

"Ahh! I remember I gave you this for your 16th birthday!" Bra exclaimed as she now studied the pictures and picked the broken pieces from the decorative frame.

Pan nodded her head.

"Are you ready?" Trunks asked, changing the subject. He was bored of the reunion.

"Yeah." Pan said as she picked the bag off the floor and slung it over her shoulder. "I still don't see why I have to move in." She said stubbornly, "I can handle him."

"I'm sure you can." Trunks said rolling his eyes again and leading them out the door. Pan waved goodbye to her apartment as he locked the door behind them.

Later that day…

Pan had put what little clothes she had in the drawers and her and Bra were now talking. They were sprawled on Bra's bed, Bra was supported by the headrest with her back resting against it and Pan lay on her back with her legs dangling over the edge of the left side of the bed, head in Bra's lap.

"So how's your uncle Pan?" Bra asked timidly as she played with her blue locks. She was avoiding eye contact.

Pan didn't let the statement go without a smirk. She knew that Bra had had a crush on him when they were younger, she didn't think that it would have still lasted. When she was about the reply the door opened and Trunks and Goten walked in.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Pan whispered as she looked at the upside down figures. She flipped to where they now stood right side up in her vision.

"Don't you know how to knock!" Bra screamed as she chucked a pillow at Trunks' head which he easily caught.

"And when was the last time you knocked coming in any room of mine?" Trunks asked thinking.

"Shut it!" Bra growled and crossed her arms.

"Anyways Goten came to check on Pan. While he was here we thought that we could go out clubbing maybe?" Trunks asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"No way! We're only 18 dumbass." Bra said as she started to play with her hair again. She was still ticked that he had barged in her room.

"I'm the richest man in Japan. I can get you in smartass." Trunks used a mocking tone.

Bra glared at him and then gave Pan a questioning look. Pan shrugged her shoulders and Bra nodded. She cast a glance at Goten who winked at her. She felt her heart melt. "Sure. Now get out."

"Be ready, we're leaving at 9." And Trunks and Goten exited the room with a wave.

Jeremiah

It was around 9 o'clock and Jeremiah found the place where he was sure Pan lived. He would stop in as another surprise. A smirk crossed his gorgeous features.

Knocking on the door he received no answer. He tried again and still nothing. Irritated he decided to let himself in and twisted the handle, cracking the lock and the door creaked open to reveal darkness. He closed the door and flicked on a light switch. He had figured no one was home by now. The place was rather clean and nothing seemed untouched. He couldn't help but notice the broken glass on the floor near the fireplace and ignored it.

He took a sit on the couch and proceeded to wait for her to arrive home.

He would be waiting, wedding ring in tow.

2 o'clock in the morning at Capsule

Bra, Pan, and Trunks were laughing hysterically. The alcohol was definitely talking to them. It took a lot for a Saiyan to get drunk and boy did they test it. It had been the best night they had had in a while. Goten had flew off a while ago, much to Bra's drunken protests, in a sober state.

"Okay okay," Bra said with slurred words, "Who am I?" She deepened her voice, "Hi, I'm Mr. President of Capsule Corps, look at my money and my buffness. RAWR! I can go super saiyan!" and she pretended like she was charging up. They all burst out laughing until Trunks brain registered that they were talking about him. He frowned and stated in the same slurred words, "Who am I?" and grabbed a hold of his chesticles firmly and tried to lift them and puckered his lips, "Hi I'm shopaholic Bra Briefs, look at me being obnoxiously loud!" He shouted and started walking with a deep switch of his hips. Bra and Pan stopped and looked at him for a second before they all started to laugh again and make cat calls at him.�

"Shhh!" Trunks whispered as they made their way inside Capsule Corp and tiptoed up the stairs.

Bra had departed to her room and now Trunks and Pan slightly able to walk better walked their way to the end of the hall where their bedrooms were.

Pan was laughing at an untold joke and threw her arms around Trunks' neck, "That was fun." She said leaning all her weight onto him, balancing what little she had on one foot. Trunks was just as out as she was and when she clung to him he stumbled backwards and they hit his ajar bedroom door and tumbled in. Trunks landed on his head hard and he held it will Pan sat straddled on top of him. They laughed again and looked at one another.

Pan was looking down at him with a lazy smile on her face, slightly curled hair framing her face. With the mix of the alcohol and his instincts Trunks brain was figuratively shut down as he lifted his head and planted a kiss on her lips.

It happened so fast and Pan's eyes were wide as she melted into the kiss and Trunks grabbed her cheeks pulling her closer.

Trunks rolled her over to where she was on bottom, not breaking the kiss. Laughter filled the room. Trunks looked puzzled and realized that Pan was laughing as she parted the kiss and her head landed on the ground with a thunk and she arched her back as she cracked up with humor.

"What's so funny?" He laughed.

"We are SO drunk!" She said, barely able to understand.

"Why do you say that?" He questioned.

"Because you would never kiss me if we were sober." She stated matter of factly as she wiped the laughter tears that were streaming down her face.

"That's a lie." Trunks finally responded.

"Nun huh."

"Yeah huh."

"Then why did it take you so long to reply?"

"Because my brain is dumb right now."

"Isn't it like that all the time?"

"Haha, I'm serious. I'll prove it to you."

"Fine."

"Fine." Trunks said and removed himself from her. The hangover tomorrow would kill.

A/N:

Will Trunks really prove it to her or is it his drunken mind talking? Will something happen between the newly reunited Goten and Bra? Find out in the next chapter of To Mend A Broken Heart

It's been a while. Sorry but I haven't really been getting that many reviews so I haven't much inspiration.

This chapter I wrote during a massive writers block so have mercy on me.

Review Responses:

Silverbirdz: Thanks for the advice and the review. I try to add details but that's probably my worst area, I hope you like this chapter.

liveforDBZ: Yeah I made Jeremiah able to read kis because it makes it easier on me, lol and I changed it to romance just for you. Thanks for the idea. If I use it I'll definitely dedicate the chapter (chapters) to you. :)

VvxluvsSusake4everxvV: Jeremiah's such a stalker, lol. I hope you liked this chapter.

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