Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ COOL CHANGE ❯ When it changes ( Chapter 8 )

A Cool Change

When it changes

 

 

It would have been better if he had stayed behind. But things would have it he was now, shoulder to shoulder in a room that was past its capacity. If they had not announced that he was going to be there then maybe the fan club would not have arrived….

 

He eyed Pan far away… she was in a corner surrounded by her own fans including Yuji… her look was more amused over his predicament then worried over the scowl he was giving Yuji..

 

Cleary to him, no one defied him of what was his, and him not having Pan next to him, was causing some strange feelings to occur. He thought if jealousy was ever a thing a Saiyan felt, but something, his natural possessiveness over his things, was causing his emotions to soar.

 

Pan only kept giving him that look, almost a smirk. He had seen it before, in a similar act.

 

Remembering…

Her and Goten would snicker as he was chased and cornered by women and men who just wanted to be near him. Not just because he was who he was, but because of what he was rich, unmarried, powerful, and in his opinion a good looking person. Once again, he began to think of all the things that made up Trunks Vegeta Briefs, President of Capsule Corp...

End...

 

Her laugh penetrated the room, though no one else could make it out as her specifically, except him. He knew then that she knew exactly what he was thinking about and how he felt right then in that situation.

 

He looked up at where she was and the two met. Eyes locking, his agonized; hers bright.

 

Without a word of apology, Trunks stepped from his position, and began a beeline for her. She only watched as he strode toward her, She noticed how focused he became and knew that they were leaving now.

 

Pan nodded to Yuji and thanked him for the party. Then she stepped out of her corner to close the distance between her and Trunks.

 

She brushed passed the young man and was five paces away from Trunks when Yuji pulled at her arm, trying to get Pan to change her mind.

 

Pan tuned over to say something back to Yuji, when a bright light flashed. Immediately Yuji covered his eyes with his hands releasing Pans arm.

 

Pan stumbled away, and rushed forward to Trunks, who was the only other person in the room not thrown back by the light….

 

The crowed moaned in unison of blindness, and Trunks pulled Pan into his arms and flew swiftly out of the room.

 

She could not help being amused, “Wow, I wonder if I could use that trick at one of my finals?” Came her sassy remark.

 

Trunks grunted, as he increased his speed and flew gaining more altitude.

 

“Trunks are you going somewhere?” she asked timidly.

 

He did not bother looking at her to reply, “You might say that” securing her more tightly to him, as if he did not want her to be free to fly on her own.

 

Pan felt the pressure, and realized that he wanted to be in charge of whatever the situation that was presenting itself. She relaxed into his arms, pretending that only he could fly, only he could hold her like that, like she had not a care in the world nor did she have to do anything, except be there with his determined features, flying them to location unknown.

 

He felt her relax, but was not prepared to see how at ease and willing she was to give over to him and his flight. Her state of mind was subdued and her Ki, even, low. It was if she allowed herself to be off guard and just not be herself. She snuggled to his chest as he flew faster, her own KI lowered, to the point where he could feel her skin begin to chill from the speed and altitude. He raised his to keep them both warm and wondering if he could remember Pan ever being this complacent, almost normal, in human terms\

 

 

 

“Pan!” yelled Gohan

 

Out of his flight, Trunks pulled up and squeezed Pan's arms tightly. He kicked himself because he was so into why Pan was relaxed, that he failed to sense Gohan's approach. Now her father had a worried look, obviously peeked due to Pan's state.

 

Pan opened her eyes to his voice and she looked apologetically to Trunks before acknowledged her father.

 

“Papa, I'm fine” reassuring him that she was not unconscious, nor hurt. Considering that they were the only times that she lowered her Ki.

 

Gohan looked skeptically at the pair and wondered why Pan would do such a thing…

Her Ki spike was not always the first alert that something was wrong… Pan usually always spiked her Ki at some thing or another… However, when her signature nearly vanished, that was probably the most dangerous alert of all…. Being a Parent of a Siayan, Gohan kept a vigil over Pan….as did Goku and Vegeta with their own children and families...

 

Reluctantly, Gohan nodded a curt gesture and left Trunks and Pan staring after his retreating starburst…

 

Sheepishly Pan turned her face to Trunks to see him with a half smile...

 

“I didn't think that anyone would show up like that,” she told him

 

He turned to her with a wider smile and replied, “Pan I was wondering about that, I mean you never have lowered your Ki, it's always spiked and high, if I hadn't felt you breath I would have assumed you died”

 

Playfully she hit him in the arm pouting, “I was just relishing in being with such a strong man,” she told him.

 

“Huh!, usually when a girl is with me she's all excited and spiking her very low Ki…while you, it was like; I don't even know…”

 

“What so you get girls all excited, hey?” she asked

 

“Pan that's not what I meant…” taking a hint at her rising Ki now, that it seemed he pissed her off finally…

 

They looked at each other for a minute Pan's Ki spiking back to normal, forgetting the reason why she let it fall… and she stared hard at the arrogant Prince… \

 

When Trunks made her mad, that was how she referred to him, and now for the first time in a long time, she was mad, at him and the mention of all the girls he had dated… regardless that his fans were drooling over him only 20 minute before…

 

“Hey don't get like this,” he warned her. Trunks did not need a Pan size tantrum brewing, not then not now, things were too undecided…

 

She refused to listen to good senses; “get like what?” bitterness crept inside her voice.

 

“This Pan” he gestured toward her and her surrounding anger. “Don't get mad at me for that comment, I know you… you weren't mad at that frat party, so lets just keep enjoying the moment… Please Pan?” he looked pleadingly up with his best puppy dog eyes, one he saw Bra perfect at three.

 

Pan rolled her eyes, but the smile escaped her and she looked levelly at him.

 

He swore she could stare down a raging dinosaur with those eyes.

Moments passed, and he felt his patience running out. He was not up to any games. He turned his back to her preparing to just go home.

 

Pan not sure what to do, having never had to deal with Trunks like this, was unsure herself, but did not know if letting Trunks cool off would be the best thing… When they were only friends, it was fine, however long it took, she knew he was not far... Now… she realized just how much their lives had changed… Bra and Goten were not around to hear them out… Her father knew something was up… The two of them had to handle this alone, and what was it they were doing?

 

Without a conscious effort, Pan had closed the space and placed a hand on his shoulder…

 

Trunks looked over and down at her…

 

Her eyes held the same realization that he was having… What were they doing?

 

“Pan this is going to sound crazy, but I want you to know this before anything… I love you and your are my best friend.”

 

Pan knew Trunks had told her this before, for a moment she felt disappointed because it didn't warm her as much as she hoped it would… she nodded her head in understanding…

 

Trunks put two hands on her shoulders, glad for her acquiescence. Pan looked up again at him, waiting for his words…

 

“Pan, I love you and I know I am falling in love with you… I think I have for a long time, maybe from the first moment since I met you… Now it is here and knocking me on my ass so to speak… I do not know what I am doing… Can you understand that?”

 

“I...” she finished by nodding her head…

Trunks laugh bellowed out and he took Pan to his chest… If he had managed to silence the Great Pan, then everything in the world would change…

She lingered to him, smelling him loving it. She loved him no doubt, she only dreamed of falling in love, fantasized about falling in love with Trunks… She waited a lifetime to have him say this to her… But the reality of it was, well nothing had prepared her for it…She never had been in relationship that was more then friends…more then boyfriend girlfriend here was a future, one so uncertain, yet so certain. This was what would define them.

 

His laugh subsided, and he wondered what she was thinking. She had been silent for a few minutes. He thought about how anxious he had been only minutes earlier; he had such primal urges that it made him act recklessly. He did not give a dam then, he was willing to throw caution to the wind, and Pan would have probably not argued. He then realized that that was why Pan had let him lead her…She belonged to him, had always belonged to him, and in an effort to make it right, he wanted nothing more then to give himself to her… he was the oldest, the Prince, the President, countless things. This could not be a partial thing as Maron had been... That relationship was the only other one he could compare…Maron had been the only other one who knew him…

 

In addition, Pan did not need his total attention… She was her own person. A very powerful one, one with a future that could rival his own… She did not need him. That was a sobering thought.

It could be so perfect….

 

That was what scared him the most…

 

Trunks took Pan by the hand and flew off. He could feel her energy, but it was low, and she was allowing him again to lead her. He could not figure it all out at that time, so he went Home to CC.

 

There in his room, he turned on the Television, picked out a favorite tape of his and Pan and let it play.

 

Pan knew his mood, and knew that talking was out of the question right now. He wanted her to think, as much as he needed to. She was not ready to talk much herself… And Trunks either knew this or was just as confused as she was…

 

For once Bulma did not make her cute remarks when she delivered food to the room. It was as though everyone knew and knew that this was Trunks and Pan's way… Her scheming would not be appreciated nor could it help now…

 

Trunks spooned her to him, and they stayed like that the rest of the day…He knew that around midnight that they would get up, perhaps spar like they use to… a lifetime ago…