Trunks and Pan: Chpt. 1
As he walked along Trunks was thinking to him self, man! What a horrible day! I had to spend the whole thing with Pan again.
I wish she’d realize that she couldn’t reach SSJ even if she wanted to so that I can stop hurting her. She can’t seem to get it though her head!
I hate days like this! I like spending time with her until she wants to start training. Then I have to beat her skull in. She wouldn’t have it any other
way though, man what a girl. I love that trait about her. I wish she wasn’t so much younger than I am. She’d be fun to have as a girlfriend. Oh man!
There I go having those thoughts again! I need to get her off my mind! I think I’ll go see Goten. Maybe he can get my mind off of her for a while.
* * *
Goten sensed Trunks coming from a long way off and was waiting for him when he arrived. Trunks landed and walked slowly towards his friend, he should
probably come up with a good reason for stopping by so suddenly because that would be the first thing Goten asked him.
“Hey, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you for a while yet Trunks,” Goten called when he thought Trunks was within hearing distance.
“Nothing, I just got bored sitting with Mom at home. She and Dad are fighting again, big surprise, and I got tired of hearing it from her.”
“Ok, so, what do you want to do? I know! Let’s spar!”
“Oh God no! Not right now anyway. I just want to sit around for a while,” Trunks replied. He moved towards the door to the living room. As he passed
Goten, he got a good punch in the arm as reply.
“So, you seen much of Pan lately?” Goten asked when they reached the living room. Trunks couldn’t believe it. He loved Goten like a brother, but for
heaven’s sake! He came here to get away from thinking of Pan! Goten never could make conversation.
“ Not really, we trained some today. She still thinks she can reach SSJ. I hate being rough and hurting her. She really is sweet. She won’t let me get away
with being nice to her though, she can tell when I’m holding back. I just wish she’d let you train her for a while, she always wants me to train her,” Trunks
said.
“I know, I’ve tried to train her and she just gets mad at me. I don’t know what she sees in you, you’re not that great of a fighter,” Goten said with a smirk.
“I guess she just likes you. Ha ha! Just kidding,”
Oh man, I can’t believe he just said that Trunks thought to himself. I had better get out of here before he convinces me to get married to her or something!
“Hey Trunks, why is your face so red? Did I hit a nerve? You like my niece don’t you! You are just doing that aren’t you? Please tell me you are!” Goten
said.
“You’re an idiot. I hope you know that. Of course I don’t like Pan! For heaven’s sake! You’re as bad as my mother is to jump to conclusions. If you’re
going to act that way I’d rather just go home and listen to Mom whine.” Trunks replied. With that he went home. I’ll come back later, he thought. Maybe
I shouldn’t have been so mean about that. I hope he didn’t get mad at me. What’s wrong with me anyway? I shouldn’t have been so defensive. Oh well,
he’ll get over it.
When Trunks got home, his Mother and Father had obviously made up, they where sitting on the couch together all snuggled up. As he walked in, he was
suddenly very jealous of them, having found each other across time and space, even if they did fight all the time. I’m ready for something like that he thought
to himself. Now he was sure something was wrong with him, he never had thoughts like that! He had to figure out what was wrong. Who am I kidding, he
thought. I know all to well what’s wrong with me. I am in love Pan.
Pan was sick. Why can’t I get over him? This is awful! How long do I have to feel like this! How long have I liked him now, a year or two? This is wrong;
I need to get over him. Even though he is the only Saiyan around here that’s not related to me, and he is so good looking, and-- “Stop it!” She yelled out
loud. I can’t keep thinking about him like that!
“Pan? Who are you talking to?” Her mother called from the kitchen where she was fixing dinner.
“No one Mom. Just thinking out loud.” Pan called back. She sprawled out on her bed and put a pillow over her face.
“Well in that case, why don’t you come help me fix dinner? Your Grandpa is coming over and you know how he and your Dad eat, we’ll be lucky to get
enough for them to have on helping a piece,” she laughed. “After supper maybe we’ll talk about all that ‘thinking out loud’ you’ve been doing lately.”
“Ok,” she called from underneath the pillow. “Just a minute.” She slowly pulled herself up from the bed. She knew her Mother wouldn’t ask her about
Trunks, she’d forget. She always did. Smiling to herself, she cut up some potatoes to put in with the meat, and began to work on the desert. Her Mom had
already forgotten, she could tell. She hoped her Mom wouldn’t ask her about Trunks, she’d end up telling her how she felt about him. She never could keep
a secret from her Mother.
Dinner was well on its way to being done; so she went over to Bra’s for a while. She wanted to talk to her best friend about him, but how could she tell Bra
that she was in love with her brother? It’s just not right, she thought again. I wonder what Trunks thinks about me?
When she reached Bra’s house, she went in to say hi to Bra’s parents who had, apparently, just made up after a fight, considering they weren’t fighting at the
moment. Then, as she headed towards Bra’s room, she bumped into Trunks. Dummy, she thought about herself as she mumbled something about being sorry
and passed him. Why did I come here? I think I sub-conscientiously wanted to come here just to see him and my conscience mind just told me I wanted to
talk to Bra.
“What’s wrong with you?” Bra asked seeing the look on Pan’s face as she came in the room.
“Nothing in particular,” Pan responded, “I just made an idiot of myself by running head-on into your brother in the hall is all.”
“Ok, whatever,” Bra said, wondering why running into Trunks had anything to do with the red face she saw looking at Pan. I mean, she makes him train her
just about every day; she runs into him a lot then. Oh well, whatever works for her, Bra thought.
An uncomfortable silence had fallen so to break it Pan asked Bra what she was doing that night. As Bra rattled on about some guy or something, Pan tuned
out and faded out into her own little world. In it, Trunks loved Pan as much as she loved him. The first thing she noticed in the real world was the clock at the
end of the bed that said she was about to miss dinner with her grandparents. Grandma would be so mad! She’d better get going.
“Hey Bra, I have got to go home. I completely forgot that Grandma and Grandpa where coming over for dinner. You know how mad Grandma Chichi gets if
everything isn’t just right. I’ll come over tomorrow, ok? Bye!” Pan hollered on her way out the door. As she ran down the hall, she came to Trunks’ room
and happened to glance in. He was lying on his bed almost as if he were asleep, but clearly thinking. Maybe he’s thinking about me, Pan thought and
reddened.
“What’s wrong with Pan?” Bulma asked Bra after she had left. “She came all but running thought the living room to the door and her face was beat red.”
“I don’t know,” Bra said. “She seemed ok, just a little zoned out.”
“Ok honey, whatever.”
I know what’s wrong, thought Vegeta, and I know what’s been bothering Trunks so much. It’s completely affecting his training, but I know better than to get
involved in this kind of thing, he thought with a smile.
“What are you smiling about?” Bulma asked when she came back.
“What? Oh, just that I know the future.”
“You know what?”
“Nothing, except that I’m hungry.”
to be continued...