Pan: I was at Capsule Corp. the day Trunks called a family meeting to tell his family his good news.
He was moving out of the house.
Here's how it went….
Me and Bra were sitting in her room, talking about Jimmy and how he embarrassed Marie today, when Trunks came home from Capsule Corp. (He's president.)
I think the entire neighborhood heard him when he yelled, "FAMILY MEETING! BRA!! Get your ass down here!"
Bra looked surprised. She never really heard him cuss at her. We both ran down (I am practically family). The living room was already full of family, and I was ready to leave, but Bulma just waved me back in. I sat down on the loveseat next to Bra, scanning the room. I noticed Vegeta was sitting on the only chair, and Bulma was sitting on the couch, alone. I mean, I know Vegeta can be cold, but really… his wife shouldn't be lonely.
Anyways, I am getting off the subject.
Trunks was standing up, still in his suit. His hair was no longer slicked back; it looked like it had been pulled out of the placement cause he had run his hands through it in agitation. He looked kind of nervous about telling us whatever he had called us for, and to tell the truth, I was just as nervous.
Then it all just kind of tumbled out of him. "I'm moving out."
Just like that. He dropped the bomb on me… us. Everyone had a shocked look on their face, except for Vegeta. He just looked on with a proud smirk.
"Bout time, boy. Should have moved out a while go." Vegeta said. Bulma glared at him.
"Why? Where are you going to live? How are you going to feed yourself? Who are you going to talk to?" Bulma barraged him with questions. I kinda felt sorry for Trunks… but I was a lot angrier with him. I never get to see him unless I sleep over with Bra. Sure, we are friends and all, but he always liked Goten better when it came to hanging around.
Trunks answered the questions (I didn't really hear the answers), then stalked off to his room. I followed him, worried about the look on his face. I had known him all my life, and usually I could read his expressions. This time I couldn't.
In his room, he had a huge cardboard box sitting on top of his bed, and he was throwing clothes into it. Then he began throwing in harder things, and when he missed, they caused dents on the walls. He didn't even notice.
"Trunks? What's wrong?" I asked, dodging a few stray hardcovers.
"Not a thing. Just leave me alone." He answered, still throwing stuff into the box.
"Well then, at least let me help."
"Don't bother. Especially when you do not agree with my decision."
"Your right. I don't agree with it," I said, catching one of his daggers that would have cut my head, " But I respect it."
He looked at me then. Once again, part of his expression was unreadable, but I read part of it…. And that part said he wanted some understanding.
I smiled at him and offered what I could.
"Wanna tell me about it?" I asked, smiling.
"Not right now… alright? I am trying to figure things out for myself."
"Alright. How was your day?"
"Ok… I guess. I only had three major accidents instead of the usual five…"
"Like what?"
"Well, I lost the budgets, nearly killed the nerd who came in to fix my mistake…..that kind of thing. Today I did that, AND I roasted a client."
"How did you do that?"
"The dude came in, without an announcement, and punched me in the back… hard. I used my burning attack before the guy knew what hit him. My secretary came in, did a double take, then dragged the body out."
"Poor Trunks-chan. Going to survive?"
"I think so… but only if you put that dagger down." He said, glancing at the dagger I was still holding. I blushed, then put it down.
"If you hadn't thrown it at me, I wouldn't have touched it." I muttered to myself, but Trunks with his damn sensitive saiyin-jin hearing heard me.
"I threw it at you? I am really sorry. I didn't mean to. Did it hurt ya?" he asked, concerned sounding.
"Course it didn't hurt me." I answered scoffingly.
"Oh."
"Did you mention to your mother that you fried a client?"
"Nope. And I don't plan too, either. She would have my hide." Pan laughed at his comment, and started tossing things from his dresser into the box.
"How are you going to fit everything in that box? Don't you have capsules for that?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I used them so that I wouldn't have to move the furniture I bought." He answered, smiling.
"You planned this way in advance? Cool. Although you might have given your parents some warning." Not to mention me.
"I know, but I wasn't sure I would go through with it. Now I am." He shrugged his huge shoulders and started throwing some more stuff into the box. I was surprised that he never broke the box.
"Oh. Tell me about your new house."
"Well, it is kinda small, but cozy, ya know. It has a front porch with a swing, and shutters on the windows. I just bought some nice simple essential furniture. Then I stocked up the kitchen for a week…. And that is about it.'
"Are you taking your bed?"
"I am going to put it and my dresser into a capsule before I leave."
"Ok."
Bra was standing in the doorway, thinking about something, when I got up to leave. I hadn't realized I was late to dinner… well, my stomach did, but this was the last time I was going to see Trunks, so it gave me a break.
"I gotta get home Trunks. Later."
"Alright… later." He answered back, only looking up once.
I went home. I barley listened as my mom lectured me about being on time. After eating dinner, I went up to my room. I picked up my usual pajamas, a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, and walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, then brushed my teeth and my hair, getting ready for bed. After I finished all that, I just kind of lay down on my bed, thinking about him. Eventually the idea popped into my mind that I could convince him to hire me as a live in maid or whatever. I got so excited about it that I couldn't sleep at all. I went downstairs and sat at the table, drinking a hot cocoa that I didn't make. I was so busy thinking that I didn't notice the ki standing next to the fridge.