Could This Be True: Chapter three - The Man of His Dreams
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT.

Trunks sighed as he layed face down on his bed. The fluffiness of his pillows surrounded him, an obvious attempt to suffocate himself that wasn't working. Why couldn't he take back those words? Why did he even go over to see Pan in the first place. He grunted as he thought back to his early morning.

*Flashback in Trunks' POV*

I sighed as the ends of my own purple hair tickled against my nose, lips, and cheeks. Man, I really needed to get it cut but I just couldn't seem to part with the early-morning intruder. When I huffed, the loose strands of hair slid off my face and I grinned in contentment. I still didn't open my eyes, I knew I'd be blinded by the sun that was beating down on my face. Hm, I never noticed it until now but when your eyes are closed and light is on them they kinda glow red. I chuckled to myself at the thought, Pan was the one who'd planted the thought in my head during our trip to find the black star dragonballs. Boy that girl had one wild imagination, I could see her being an art teacher-no, she'd be too impatient and would blow the students to Kami knows where with a ki blast.

Raising to an upright position, I opened my eyes when they were completly away from the sun. But in my efforts, I was still blinded by the sun reflecting off a mirror and shining into my eyes. I squinted my eyes shut and stepped up from the bed, my muscles stretched and my joints popped as I turned my body this way and that. My reply was a groan that was accompanied by a sigh that was followed by a yawn. What was with these sequences? Every morning I would be blinded somehow by that damned sun, I'd stretch and almost every part of my body would pop, then I'd sigh and yawn. It was always in that order, always! You don't even understand how frustrating that is to be living in a pattern like that. I went over what was next in my routine, walk into bathroom and undress. "Okay, sounds fair enough," I muttered to myself as I dropped my boxers to the floor and walked out of my bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. I know, I know; undressing first then going to shower doesn't sound like much a change but trust me, it was.

My mother screeched as I walked down the hall and my un-reluctant father rushed from their room thinking something was wrong. I just shrugged and walked on, but I felt my face turn hot. I could almost see my blush for my self. My father looked at my mother and grunted, "C'mon woman! You've got to stop waking me for these idiotic situations! It's not like you've never seen the damned brat naked before!" He stormed off expecting my mother to follow but she stood in the hallway with her face in her hands shaking her head. He grunted and walked toward her, I'm guessing he took her to their room but thats just my guess. For all I know he could have dumped her over the railing and she'd crashed to her death. But that would be impossible, I'd have heard her scream and my father cackle.

I turned the knobs and adjusted the shower then stepped in. My plan for the day was.. what was my plan? Goten was off with some girl he'd met, Goku was probably with Gohan helping him train.. I didn't have anyone to hang out wi- wait, Pan. I could go see if Pan wanted to spar, that girl was always crazy about fighting. Her and Bra had been doing alot of training here lately, which was mainly mine and Goten's fault. I lathered my hair and grinned, Pan had been so ticked off when Goten and I had pretty much mauled her and Bra in a game of touch-football. I could blame myself and Goten with that but Bra wasn't really paying much attention, sports were never really her thing. I rinsed my hair and finished washing my body and turned off the shower and stepped out.

*End of flashback, End of Trunks' POV*

*Pan's POV*

Trunks, Trunks, Trunks! Thats all I could think about! Damn him and his goofy-looking, yet oh so gorgeous purple hair!

"Damn, there I go again, thinking of him," I sighed and looked across the table at my Marron, I'd recently taken up to being friends with her since I'd abandoned Bra. I may be a selfish person, but I wasn't about to use Bra to get to her brother.

Marron shrugged, "Hey, you can't help it. Just go with the flow, everything will work ou-"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT!" I glared at her, "Its not going to work out okay! It's been over four months that I've seen him!" I winced, it hurt alot more to actually say the number of months instead of just saying, 'A while.'

"Pan, your my bestfriend and I wouldn't tell you a lie." her dirty blonde hair swished against the breeze. It was easy for her to say that everything would be okay, Uub and her had been good friends before dating and here they were almost a year later and they were madly in love with one another. So sweet, it almost made me puke at the thought.

"Sure," I let the word flow out on a sigh, I just couldn't help but to think of him. That kiss, it wasn't a goodbye kiss, atleast it didn't feel like one. It felt like more, like a shock had went through my body. I had wanted to lock my hands in his hair and kiss him back, but I didn't want my parents to see. I mean seriously, what would my dad say if he seen me kissing Trunks. Trunks was almost 23, he had a good 5 years on me and I know my dad wouldn't like that.

Marron patted my hand and startled my thinking, she whispered, "Your doing it again, Pan."

"I know," I sighed, "I can't help it though, I.. I.. I think I lo-"

I was cut off by the lunch bell ringing signaling that it was time to go back to class.

The day flew by relatively fast. Like everyday I saw Bra, I wanted to go talk to her and tell her I was sorry. But I guessed she understood because she waved at me and smiled, just like she did everyday, but her smile was hurt. She wasn't the lively bubbly blue headed girl I once knew, she was hurt and she missed me. I missed her too and I hoped she knew that. After last bell I sighed and walked home, not even bothering to gather my things for homework. This was our last week here and I was passing all of my classes with very high marks so I figured one day off wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like I paid any attention anyway. I sighed and walked home alone.

When I got home I lazed around and watched t.v. During dinner I wonder what Trunks was doing then I beat myself up in my mind for even thinking his name. As the battle raged on in my head my father stared at me. I gave up and finished my food then went walking. Nothing had really changed in my routine since what had happened between me and Trunks.

Eventually night rolled around and I lay in my bed that, something told me to stop thinking about Trunks. To stop thinking about his gorgeous blue eyes-GAH! "I really need to stop this!" I yelled at myself. I rolled over on my stomach and breathed in, smelling nothing but the cloth of my pillow I sighed, I really missed being close enough to smell him.

What I didn't understand about myself was, number one, why didn't I just go see him and number two, I was partly Sayain I could kick his ass when I got there for making my life miserable. I sighed and rolled back over on my back and glared at the ceiling. I couldn't just sit here and let that eat away at me,it was un-healthy. Plus it was getting quite hard to keep the secret from mom and dad, the secret of why me and Trunks never hung out anymore. I just told them that we were growing apart because I was headed off to college in a couple of months and that Trunks was a big boy he could take care of himself.

I wiped my eyes, I hadn't noticed the tears even begin to fall. I would be going off to college in exactly 2 months. I'd never hear from Trunks again because I had chosen to go to America. A place in Tennessee, I was going to major in psychology. I'd meet new people, I'd forget about Trunks, I'd fall in love.. I drifted off to sleep caught up in my thoughts.

I woke up before the sun was even out. As I glanced around my room I noticed it was still relativly dark outside so I guessed it was about 6am or so. I layed there and grunted, upset that I couldn't fall back asleep. Giving up I sat up in bed and almost screamed when I saw the dark figure staring at me. A hand reached around my mouth and covered it tightly so I couldn't scream, I suddenly felt dizzy and the room smelled funny. No, not the room. The guy's hand. But cloroform wouldn't work on me, I was Sayian. I felt my body slipping out of conciousness but while I could still muster some energy I whispered, "Trunks.. Trunks help me.." That was that, I fell into a total blackness.

*Trunks POV*

A scream rippled through my body as I sat straight up, almost flipping myself forward off my bed and onto the floor. What a dream man, my hair ran through my purple hair that I'd inherited from my mother. There were cold sweat droplets on my body, that had to of been one of the worst nightmares I've had. And trust me, I've been having them like crazy since I did that to Pan.

The dream was the same as the others, Pan was with another guy he was hooded and in total black. The way she looked at him was with love and the way he cupped her cheek was with love, it was sincere. But as he reached down to kiss her, he produced a knife and brought it up to her throat. Every night before tonight thats how it ended, tonight the man had succeded in cutting her throat. As her blood spilled on the man's hand and out of her mouth across his lips he had smiled. Then he pulled off his hood and it was me. My purple shoulder length hair and my piercing ice blue eyes.

Something wasn't right, I could feel it. It wasn't from the dream, it was.. it was real, Pan was really in trouble.