Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Isn't Worth Living Without You ❯ Confessions Of The Heart ( Chapter 12 )

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Confessions of the Heart

"Bra, let's go ahead and go home, maybe your father and the others have already went back," Bulma said to her daughter next to her as she stood up. "Ok mom, but can we stop at that clothes store by the mall before we leave? They're staying open extra late tonight."

"Sure, let's just go." Bulma was getting a weird vibe about the whole night and wasn't sure if everything was alright. She just wanted to go home to find her family there in one piece.

"I'm not talking to her dad, no way," Trunks protested as he slumped down on the couch and crossed his arms. "Look, I'm not going to sit around for the rest of my days training her and watch you ignore her while she tries to explain herself to you and you won't listen!"

"Then don't look!" Trunks got smart. Vegeta tried very hard to hold back his anger, understanding that his son was not in his right mind at the time. "Trunks, I am trying my best to be patient with you. Now I don't know why you seem to think just because some girl didn't jump in bed with you when she first saw you means you can cuss me out, but you can't."

"I never said I wanted her to SLEEP with me…" Trunks knew he was lying. "Look, just go talk to her!" Vegeta was getting quite impatient. "I told you dad, I'm not talking to her! If she doesn't like me, then I don't like her! Whatever we had is over and that's that!" he got up and shoved past Vegeta to stomp up the stairs to his room.

"Argh!" Vegeta unconsciously slammed his fist into the wall, making a whole about as deep as half his arm. He pulled it out and yelled, "One of you servants come fix this damn wall!" he stomped out the house to go train and get some stress off.

Pan, even on the 17th floor, could hear the screaming. She was really beginning to hate herself. "I can't believe I was so damn mean to him," she wiped her eyes with her hand. 'Trunks hates me now! I'm such an ass…' She turned to look herself in the mirror.

She saw a sad, crying girl with messy hair and clothes half hanging off her body; she saw a girl who deserved pain. 'How can I make this right? He won't even talk to me!' "Ms. Pan?" A servant walked in. "Y-yes?" Pan sniffed. "Oh, what's wrong dear?" the middle-aged woman came in and shut the door.

"N-nothing," Pan turned back around, hiding her tear-covered face. "You're a horrible liar, child," the woman laughed. Pan glared. "My, you look just like King Vegeta when you do that! Just don't put a hole in the wall like he did," she snorted.

"What do you want?" Pan said, angrily. "Well, Pan, I just came up here to talk to you for a second. I heard quite a lot of that conversation between King Vegeta and the Prince and I would say you're in quite a jam," she said, sitting down on the bed by Pan.

"What the hell were you doing? Eaves dropping?" Pan angrily balled up. "Now you know as well as I do that Prince Trunks could be heard over this whole castle. He was very unhappy and I'm sure you know why." "I'm sure the whole castle knows by now!" Pan wiped her eyes again.

"Oh, come on now, it's not that bad. I've known the prince for a long time and I think I might be able to help you," the servant said. "Really?" Pan sat up at the statement. "Yes. You see, the prince has always been a ladies' man so, naturally, when you rejected him those times, that dealt a hard blow to his pride. You understand?"

"Yes," Pan lowered her head. "So he's sitting up there angry at you and you're sitting down here angry at yourself too; nothing is being accomplished by this." "Well, what do I do? He won't talk to me." "How do you know that? Just because he said he wouldn't doesn't mean he won't, you haven't even tried yet!"

"Now you have to make him listen to you. Just go right up there and talk to him, shout through the door if you have to but say what you need him to hear. Tell him you're sorry and how you feel, don't just sit here and mope, that's getting you nowhere!"

"But it'd kind of a personal conversation, I don't know if I could say it even with us alone," Pan blushed slightly. "Well if you aren't willing to risk someone else hear what you have to say and loose him, then I can't help you. You're such a beautiful girl Pan but if you aren't willing to open up and tell someone you love them, you'll never get a mate." Pan knew she was right.

It was going to be hard but it was something she had to do; she couldn't have him hate her forever. "You're right…I'll do it," Pan wiped the rest of the tears off her face and combed her hair with her fingers as she stood up. "Good! Now don't come back down here unless you two have at least talked!" she ordered.

"I won't," she smiled, one of the few rare moments you have with Pan.

"Trunks? Are you in there? Can we talk?" Pan knocked on the door and carefully listened for any noises or replies. Trunks was startled by the sound of her voice. 'She's got a hell of a lot of nerve coming up here!' he ground his teeth. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Come on Trunks, let me in, I really want to talk to you," she said. "Ha! Oh now you want to be near me?! Now you want to talk about us?! Well, it's a little late for that, isn't it?" he scoffed. "Trunks, come on! Let me in!" Trunks got up and slung the door open.

"Look Pan, I don't know why you won't get it through your thick head, but I don't want to talk to you!" "But Trunks, I-" "I don't care Pan! Do you have to continue to harass me?! Go away!" he started stomping down the hallway to leave.

"Trunks, wait! I wanted to tell you-" "I don't give a damn what you WANTED to say! Leave me the hell alone! I never want to see you again, get out my house!" Trunks' words hit her like a wall. She fell to her knees in heartbreak. "I just wanted to say…I love you," she whispered, tears threatening to spill from her black, sad eyes.

Trunks stopped right in his tracks at the beginning of the steps. His heart stopped when he heard her. "Fine you bastard! I'm leaving and never coming back!" she yelled as she, wobbly, got to her feet and ran past him to her room. "Pan! Wait! Kuso!" he felt horrible. 'How could I ever fix this?'

Well, finally got done with that! Sorry, I know it's short, just like the chapters will probably be from now on but I dunno. Anywayz, see ya'll laterz! Peace out!

Veggie-Trunks