Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Anti-Valentines Day ❯ Love and Hate are Siblings. ( Chapter 1 )

Happy Anti~Valentines Day

By: Kinoko

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot of the story. If you dare steal it Vegeta will beat you into a bloody pulp, so there.

Type: Two part One shot.

Genres: Romance, drama, and psychological teen angst.

Ages:

Trunks: 20

Bra: 16

Pan: 16

If you haven't already guessed, this is a Pan/Trunks paring.

Rating-PG-13 for some language and situations that are seriously not meant to be experienced by kiddies under the age of 13. If you think you have a strong stomach, then come one and all!

Summery: Pan goes through stuff (not saying exactly, but just look at the genres) that catches the attention and concern of her best friend and her secret love. Over the years Pan has changed, not only physically but also emotionally and mentally as well. The reason as to why will be reviled here.

This is to tie all of you who are waiting for me to update my other stories, please be patient!!

I'm working real hard, I promise!!

Chapter one: Love And Hate Are Siblings.

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"If there is one thing I hate it's got to be Valentines Day." Pan fumed as she paced around her best friend's room.

Over the years Pan had let her hair grow long, all the way down to her lower back to be exact and her whole form had taken on a more womanly shape thanks to puberty. Pan's eyes that were once just black and held within them the look that said she just wanted a good fight had earned depth over time, making her look like a playful impish fairy with the way they glimmered and shined with any bit of light. She had grown up into a young lady despite her attitude and secret wish to be a child. After all, children didn't have to worry about their future nor had to be concerned with finding a mate.

"You mean besides hating every single guy that has tried to tell you the way they feel about you; I've got to admit Pan you are one mean heart breaker, your worse than me! I at least give them a chance, but you!? Ha! You just outright stomp on their little hearts and put them in the blender and hit the liquefy button before they can get any words out." Bra stated as she watched her inky black hared companion pace back and forth in her large and furnished room. Pan had been Living with her ever since she decided to transfer over to Bra's high school, with the excuse that there were just too many weak jerks to get along with at her old school.

"Bra………I don't expect you to understand my point of view concerning the whole dating thing, but I'll fill you in any way," Pan said, not really caring about all of the guys she had to brutally hurt in order to give them the obvious message that she wasn't interested in any of them.

"Please do cause I really don't understand how you could have so coldly turned down the star of our soccer team." Bra stated before Pan could get on with her explanation; She then turned over and got a pillow from the head of her bead and got comfortable, she felt this was going to take a while.

"It's like this: I think that if your going to have a boyfriend and give him a piece of your heart then he should at least be worthy of holding that piece." Pan said, hoping for Bra to understand her explanation, no such luck. Bra sat there with a perfectly shaped cerulean eyebrow arched in question.

"Pan, speak in my language." Bra said after turning what Pan had said in her head over and over again without understanding it to the fullest.

"Ok…………um………," Pan mumbled as she thought of a way to put her thoughts and feelings in words in a way that her best friend would understand easier.

"How can I say yes to some guy who has strong feelings for me when I already have my heart set on someone else? If I were to give that guy a chance then I'll just lead him on and then upset him when I break up with him because I already know that I don't want him. If I were to date someone its because I consider him good enough to be husband material, and quite frankly all of the guys that have asked my out just want to see if they could get *some* from me." Pan said, hoping that this time around Bra understood what she had said.

"Oh, I see, You already have someone in mind. Who is it Pan? I can't believe you haven't told me yet, who is it!?" Bra asked in a tone that implored her impish looking friend to speak.

"No, Bra, you missed the point. I don't have a someone in mind, but I do know what qualities I want that someone to have, and none of those shallow jerks have any of those qualities." Pan said quickly in order to kill all thoughts of any particular guy that was going through her best friend's mind at the moment.

"You know it just occurred to me that you hate Valentines Day so much because you don't have anyone to share it with. Maybe if you tell me those qualities I could help you and look for someone that fits the requirements." Bra said in as-a-matter-a-factly tone of voice that caught Pan in middle stride and made her stop her pacing.

"I do not hate Valentines Day because of that! I hate it because it's a holiday that is based on nothing but fornicating, premarital sex, hypocrisy, and making businesses get more money by selling cards, candy, flowers, and jewelry." Pan said in a tone that left no room for argument as she threw her hands up to add emphasis to her words.

"Gosh Pan, I never thought about it that way, but you left out that the holiday is for people who love each other." Bra said with a smile upon her face as she saw how worked up Pan had gotten with talking about this sort of stuff.

"Grrrrr." Pan let out a small growl as she glared at Bra who insisted on bugging her today.

"I love you don't I? Want me to go ahead and show you how much?" Pan said sarcastically, hoping to send her the message that she didn't wish to go further with the conversation, no such luck there.

Bra simply ignored her remark and continued with her verbal poking and prodding.

"So, back to what I was saying, what are those qualities, Son Pan?" Bra asked once more in a diplomatic manner that made Pan cringe, her best friend had called her by her full name, something that she only did when she wasn't playing around anymore.

Pan carefully took a seat by her long time childhood cerulean hared friend on the large circular bed as she contemplated on what to say in response.

"I don't want someone that is weaker than me, that's for sure. I want someone who will take care of my needs and me. Someone who can make me listen to what they have to say, someone who can not only break me mentally, physically, and spiritually, but also put me back together piece by piece according to their way." Pan said her first few sentences with out much needed thought but as she progressed her soul was what was speaking, not her mind. Bra had never seen her friend say anything with such certainty and emotion; it made her want to feel like that too.

"That's beautiful Pan, I've never heard your poetic side before." Bra stated in response to her friend's deep meaning words. That simple sentence broke Pan out of her mood and back into her usual demeanor.

"Whatever." Pan said shaking off the last bits of sentimental crap that still hung on to her as she briskly walked out of her best friend's room and into the one that was given to her. She then proceeded to lock her door, not wanting for Bra to follow her into her sanctuary. She had had enough lovey-dovey shit for today.

Pan had redecorated her room to fit her liking; accenting the way she felt. The walls went from the original bright shade of orange to a shade of black that is felt when you're all alone, a shade that Pan couldn't help but recognize with. Over time she had adopted the color to identify herself with; elegantly alone without any bit of light to make the shrouds of darkness run away in fear. In her beautiful dark sanctuary Pan was able to unwind without the fear of being spied upon; the blanket of sunless darkness was her comforter, blocking away any unwanted prying eyes.

She had achieved such a dark look by covering her windows with aluminum paper, which did an excellent job of doing away with the sun's light. She had then also put up thick crimson colored curtains that were always drawn closed, making any and all bits of sunlight unable to penetrate into her shadowy asylum. The only light she allowed was the light of her blood red candles that scented the room of cinnamon apples.

Red, Another one of the colors she identified herself with. Red intertwined with blacks it held the meaning of intense Inner torment for Pan. It reflected upon her conflicting thoughts and feelings, each one being pulled the opposite way of the other.

Pan sighed as she removed the bright orange bandanna that she displayed upon her head wherever she went with the exception of her room. Now a days she wore it to remind herself of what she still wished to be but was slowly slipping away. She longed to be carefree and happy like she was before she realized her age and how she was growing up into an adult. She hated the thought of having to go out and look for someone to spend the rest of her life with, but the fact was that she would have to start soon if she wanted to have a family of her own someday.

"Bra and her stupid ideas, who the hell needs a boyfriend." Pan muttered angrily to herself as she lit up all of the candles within her room to give it light.

"Damn Valentines Day." She growled out, an octave lower than her normal tone, as she began to undress in order to take a hopefully soothing bath.

Pan slowly walked her way into her bathroom where she filled up the tub all the way and then put in some bath salts to add texture to it all. It was unusual for her to take a bath rather than a shower, but today was a special day and she was going to go all out to try and chase away thoughts that she didn't wish to ponder about today. The majority of those thoughts going off to a handsome lavender hared hire to the title of no ouji that currently belonged to his father, Vegeta.

"I'm home!" Trunks shouted as he shut the enormous front door behind him, throwing his car keys on the welcoming front table along with all of the other keys.

Today had been a horrible day at work, and it all started with his overly confidant secretary who had put the moves on him again.

Trunks had finally taken up his place as the king of Capsule Corporation, and since then flocks of young attractive women had been after him………well, more like his ass and mountains of money.

"How was work?" His little sister Bra asked as she touched down on the bottom of the staircase and on to the first floor.

"It was hell; today at the meeting about half of the board members were PMS-ing, and then I had to deal with a new delivery boy who screwed up all of my important documents and accidentally delivered them to the wrong people which cause a huge confusion. (As well as getting desk supplies thrown at him.) Oh, and to top it all off, my secretary has it out for my ass today. Damn, I just can't take her advances on me any more! She comes dressed to work like some cheap prostitute and makes me look bad when she escorts important businessmen into my office. They all think I make her come to work like that so that I can get kicks out of it!" Trunks announced loudly, letting everyone know that he wasn't in a good mood today as he paced around the kitchen throwing his hands up in exasperation every so often.

"Well, that does sound like hell." Bra commented when her brother finished telling her about his day.

"Hungry?" Bra asked as she opened the fridge and dug around for a snack.

"No, I already ate. I'll be in the GR room with dad, call me when dinner is about ready." Trunks responded as he headed for his room to change into some training clothes before he started off to GR room that was already humming in use of his father.

Trunks promptly changed into a black spandex colored suite and then slipped on a white colored armor to top it off, one much like his father's. Then, as trunks was leaving his sleeping quarters he passed by Pan's room which was eerily silent. From what he could tell she was in there because of the flickering candlelight that danced on the crack under the door. He had never been inside her room before and that was mostly because Pan had not allowed it………the only time he remembered going in was when she had first moved in, which was almost a year ago.

Trunks knocked three times and waited for her to open her door, with no avail.

"Pan, its Trunks. May I come in?" He asked in his nicely deep tenor voice as he reached out to the doorknob only to find that it was locked. Was she sleeping? No, she didn't sleep this early in the day………

"I'm coming in Pan." Trunks commented, dreadful thoughts of what she could be doing crossing his mind as he forced open her door by twisting the knob to the point where the lock broke, making the door open without hesitance, reviling a beautifully dark candle lit room with no Pan in it.

`Wow, no wonder she didn't want anyone coming in here.' He thought as he took in the décor of her dimly lit room. The whole room was pained black and it had the color of crimson red all around in little accents to contrast it. Her bed was incredibly breath taking; he never suspected in Pan being this kind of girl! Her circular bed was covered in black metallic silk with bits of gold and red string laced into it for decoration. Mountainous amounts of black, red, and golden decorative pillows laid upon her bedding as well, making it look fit for a queen.

Trunks approached her bed and slowly ran a finger along the fine black silk when a sudden sound caught his attention; it came from the direction of Pan's bathroom.

Trunks silently stalked over to the bathroom's door and pressed his ear against it, waiting to see if the sound would come again.

`Why the hell are you being so nosy!? His mind asked him as he found himself holding his breath in order to hear better.

`Curiosity?' Trunks answered mentally, really finding no other excuse. His mental conversation with his self-conscious quickly ended when the sound of a harsh hiss came to grace his delicate hearing.

It was Pan's hissing.

Trunks's heart jumped in his throat as he heard the same pain filled hissing coming again, and again, and from the person he least wanted to hear it from: Pan.

`What the hell is she doing!?' Trunks's mind shouted in outraged inquiry. He didn't need anything else to push him into just bursting in and seeing for him self, but instead of bursting in he decided to sneak in. He slowly opened the door to the bathroom and thanked Dende for oiled hinges when it didn't squeak in protest.

What he saw scared the living crap out of him and made him freeze over stupefied.

There was pan; her skin especially pale, as the tub filled with water started to get tinted in red. The inky hared imp's eyes were tightly closed in concentration as she pressed the blade of her favorite knife against her arm once again, letting out a hiss when she felt it break her skin. Her thick saiyijin blood flowed freely down the length of her arm and to her elbow and finally into the warm bath's water where it began to tint it a bright pink.

Tears of acid flavored emotions started to ebb out of the corners of her tightly shut eyes and then finally burst their way out of her pained eyes as they cascaded down her moon kissed face.

He had to stop this despite what Pan might do to him; he couldn't allow this to continue no matter the cost.

Once the boiling bath's waters didn't work I had to seek release by other means; ones that I hardly ever use anymore, but recently I haven't been able to shun out the one thing that drives me insane. My object of obsession, the one thing I can never have:

Trunks Vegeta Briefs.

He is the reason of my insanity. I will never be able to have him for myself, and it seems I don't know how to deal with the fact. It's absurd how I can't get him out of my mind or soul……..

It's gotten to the point that I must cause myself pain in order to forget about my fixation.

I can't have him, he wants a woman, and I will forever be a child in his eyes. It just doesn't matter anymore to me, but my heart will simply not comply with my mind, it's so stubborn that I must shut it up by doing this.

This is my escape; this is my way to find freedom from my soul who yearns for him more and more by the minute.

I sware I'm going to end up in a mental institution some day, there are two halves of me that are continuously fighting for dominance inside of me. One of them is the side that hates Trunks with an unforgivable passion, and the other who Loves him so much that it would do anything to simply breath the same air as he does.

Its getting harder to battle the side of me that loves him and the one sure fire way to make sure it doesn't bother me for a while is to do this.

Letting my blood run gives my mind a chance to relax from my constant battling with my other half, and the pain that comes before it when I pierce my skin makes all thoughts of love vanish.

It's his fault that I've had to come to this extent of action, which just kindles the fires of my hatred for him.

How sad for Pan, ::sniff, sniff::

In the next and final chapter Trunks does something to help Pan, but it just seems to drive her further away from him.

There will be a lime warning in the next chapter, but worry not, this whole thing will stay strictly rated PG-13.

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Thank you,

Kinoko