Sorry I havnt updated, been grounded. Hopefully this will hold you guys over til I get back on my feet, and through final exams.
Chapter 5: "Grams!?"
*Flashback*
Sun shining, birds chirping. That's how the world was pictured by a certain blue haired genius.
But for so many years, it was not so. "Everyone! Jump underground. Margret, press the emergency shutoff!" He yelled, and everyone in the vicinity scrambled like cockroaches. Leaving a seventeen year old Trunks, and a fifteen year old Pan to fend for themselves. Since her brother's death, Pan had trained extra hard, but knew it was all in vain. "If you two get killed" Bulma yelled, trailing off.
Trunks smiled and rolled his eyes, "Mother, we will be fine."
*End Flashback*
That was one day she didn't think they would come back. Putting down the recently cleaned wrench, Bulma wiped the sweat off her brow. 'I think I'm getting too old for this.' She thought.
Adjusting the Air-Lock system was getting harder and harder for her as of late.
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"What's shakin' bacon?" Asked Goten. He looked down at a scowling Bra. She sat on the living room floor of her house, working on Biology homework. All she wanted to really do, was rip the work up, and strangle the teacher in frustration. Bra vocalized nothing, but to Goten, her eyes said it all. "Scoot over." He said.
In truth, Goten was a lot like his father, funny, childlike and naïve. But also much like his mother, smart and well-mannered. The two teens sat indian style with books sprawled out in front of them.
Her mother looked from afar in the kitchen, just staring. Vegeta and Piccolo had since finished their conversation, and then the arrogant Prince proceeded to lock himself inside of the gravity room.
Snippets of that conversation played back in his mind.
*Flashback*
"Our little visitor has an interesting past Vegeta." Piccolo said crossing his arms, keeping his voice on the quieter side, well aware of Sayians keen hearing.
"Yes, I am well aware. What are you so worried about?" Vegeta mimicked his actions as they continued to talk outdoors.
The two went on to speak of who she was, and the many possibilities of why she went back in time to see them.
*End Flashback*
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"Pan-chan, wake up." Trunks shook her slightly, lying on his bedroom floor next to her. While everyone dispersed to other places, Pan and Trunks retreated to his room to play the latest video games. But after a while, Pan crashed after losing ten rounds or Halo 3.
With the intent to scare the raven haired girl, Trunks brought himself closer to her. As his hand came to rest on her hip, he looked down at her. The peaceful looked etched upon her features were the one thing he really didn't want to break. Her medium length bangs whisked over her eyes. 'She's so beautiful when she sleeps.'
Nothing could have prepared Trunks for what was to come as his plan to scare her continued. His lips nibbled up her jaw toward her ear. "Time to wake up, my Panna." Trunks whispered gently, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear.
'Where did that come from?' He suddenly thought.
But instead of waking her up, he only proceeded to get her body closer to him. A small arm began to snake around his waist. As his name escaped her lips groggily a shiver ran through his spine. As a strong waft of the young demi-Sayians scent assaulted his nose full force, Trunks began to lose all rationality. He wanted her, and she was ripe for the picking.
Pan began to wake up finding herself nuzzled very closely with her best friend. "Are you okay?" She asked perplexed. His breathing was heavier than normal as his body stiffened, as if trying to control himself.
Then it hit her. "Get off of me, you idiot!" she exclaimed. But Trunks did the exact opposite. He braced his arms on either side of her head, peering down at her. This was about the time Pan began to get nervous, as the ends of her thick hair were twirled within her fingers.
"Will you go out with me?" looking up directly into his piercing blue eyes, there was no way he was accepting anything less than yes.
A simple nod of her head was enough conformation for him, as he captured her lips with his. Biting her bottom lip softly, asking for entrance. As their tongues battled for dominance, Trunks body began to falter as he sunk lower to the floor, body flush with Pan's.
Electricity seemed to run through the Son girl's body. Kissing Trunks made her feel alive, and she didn't want to end.
The room was dead silent, except for the couples deep kissing, as the door opened up to see both Goten and Bra on the other side. Goten sighed heavily, "Dude, not cool."
Their faces went beet red with embarrassment as Bra burst into laughter.
"Dad wants to see you and Goten in the gravity room after dinner." She said between outbursts.
"Which is on the table, by the way." The middle Son finished.
Both Trunks and Pan looked at each other thoroughly confused as to why there was an emergency training session. Then they looked out of the window, and into the darkening sky. Two pairs of eyes grew wide as they figured out what the night really was… The full moon.
Dinner greeted the hungry demi-Sayians late, as the food cooled and Vegeta grew impatient, an unexpected bout of screaming erupted from upstairs.
"Mom?" Bra hollered from her seat on the couch. When another bout of screaming erupted from the hall, that's when she and Goten ran up the stairs.
Mai eventually woke up also to the screaming. The pain of her migraine from the full moon intensified with all of the screaming. "What the hell is up with the screaming, Bulma?" she asked covering her sensitive ears.
She turned angrily in the direction of the young woman, "Don't you use that type of language with me, missy."
Bulma pulled out a journal from the mounting pile of laundry in her arms, thus dropping them all to the floor. Her eyes were mixed with confusion and sadness, with just a dash of disappointment. "You'll never guess what I found earlier." She started.
'Oh shit!' Mai's mind screamed. The last place she knew she left the journal was… was the… Nightstand!
"I just got the chance to skim through it. Why didn't you tell me the truth!?" She demanded. The corners of her eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill. All while the only three onlookers were her daughter, her sons best friend, plus Vegeta at the bottom of the stairs.
The time traveler looked down at the dark carpeted floor, knowing that she had been caught in the act… the act of lying to the entire family. There was a pause, seemingly lasting for several minutes before:
"If I mentioned anything, then my whole existence would be in jeopardy."
A confused Bra interjected into the conversation. "Who are you parents?" For only being thirteen, she was already too mature for her age. Mai quickly flashed a look at Goten, who already put the pieces together.
"Don't worry about it," He said. "They've all gone home." She didn't want them to know yet, because they might just kill her father.
Bulma handed the journal back to its owner, as she opened the book to the inside cover. Mai took a deep breath, while Bulma wiped away silent tears.
"Trunks and Pan are my parents. But you can't let them know, or else I might not be born." She whispered the end.
Bra smiled as small smile as she said, "I don't think you have anything to worry about. When we walked into Trunks room, they were sucking face."
SEE! She did tell them.. well kinda. Next chapter, is back to the future! (see what i did there?) (;