Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Looking Back: No Longer an Option But a Lifeline ❯ Pinch Me, I'm Dreaming ( Chapter 5 )
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By: trunksgirl_pan 
It was all just a dream... or was it?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
It was all just a dream... or was it?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 5: Pinch me, I'm dreaming
Not everyone gets a second chance with love. So why is it that you are here before me?
-Trunks Briefs
His head hurt like hell. A pounding headache he was sure wouldn't go away for awhile. Blue eyes opened to darknes as he realized it was all just a dream. It had felt so real too, more real than any of the other dreams and his heart had been pounding for so long. His breathing had finally evened but he was still sweating profusely just trying to make sense of the dream. He slowly moved to sit up and a cloth fell from his forehead. Picking it up out of curiosity, he wondered why there was a cloth on his forehead.
"Trunks, you're awake," said a voice coming from his left. He looked over, but in the darkness, couldn't see anything. He knew that voice. He had hurt it many times calling his name in passion, but she couldn't be here. She wasn't supposed to be here. Life just wasn't that simple. Girls that left years ago just don't re-appear a man's life when he is missing her more than ever. It just doesn't happen. He wished with all his heart that it did, but he had to face reality.
His mind had to be de deceiving him. Yes, that was it. She wasn't really here. It was probably just a one night stand he had the night before, but in all honesty. If what had happened before was a dream, he couldn't remeber last night. So it was possible. Who was she though? He couldn't care less if he remembered her name or not, but he couldn't even remember her face.
"Who are you?" he asked her. She was silent for a moment, contemplaiting how to answer.
"Trunks, are you all right? Did you hit your head when you fell?" she asked hesitantly.
When he fell? He couldn't remember falling. What had happened? "When did I fall?"
"When you fainted Trunks." Suddenly, he heard two clicks and the bed side lamp illuminated the room just a little bit. That's when he saw her. Disbelieving blue met worried black. She was really here wasn't she? This was her? She was beautiful, just as he had always remembered her. Dark, deep onyx eyes that pulled you in. Long silky smooth black hair that was down. Her wearing it down was a rare occasion, but she only did it she was sleeping. She wore a short silk night gown that clung to all her curves and stopped mid thigh, allowing him the look of her milky white legs. She was breath-taking and he could feel a pool of heat that had started to situate itself between his legs.
His breathing increased again and he didn't know if he was going to faint again, if that was what had happened last time.
"Trunks? Trunks, are you all right?" She moved over a little bit to reach for him, touching his forehead to check for a fevor, but in that moment he felt her. He didn't just see her, he felt her as well. Feeling her meant that she was really here. This wasn't a dream was it? But if she was really here, why was she acting as if it were an everyday thing? They hadn't seen each other in ten years and now she just showed up out of nowhere. After all of that, there was no way she could expect him to be normal could she?
"Pan." His breathing hitched another knot as he said it.
"Yes Trunks, it's me. Are you feeling okay?" She was worried about him.
"What are you doing here?" He needed to know. Did she come back for him? Was her life just as umbareable without him as his was without her? He needed to know. He wanted it to be true. That she still loved him and had come back for him after all these years.
She looked at him in confusion, then it dawned on her. "You really must have hit your head Trunks. Does your head hurt?"
"That doesn't matter. What are you doing here?" he said hurridly, confusing his objective of what he was meaning.
For a moment a look of hurt crossed her eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.
"You really must have hit your head Trunks. Do you realy not know why I am here?"
Cathing on to how she had interpreted the question, her thinking that he didn't want her there rephrased it. "I don't mean I want you to go," he said quickly, "I jut wanted to know why you came back."
The look on her face gave away her complete confusion. "What are you talking about? I didn't go anywhere."
"Then where have you been?" he asked sitting straight up, looking her in the eyes. He could tell she confused, but why? It was an honest question. He needed to know why she ahd left. "I understand that you were angry at me for what I did, but I wasn't ready just yet. It didn't mean I wanted you to leave me."
"Trunks, what are you talking about? What did you do to me? Trunks I never left you." Her breathing was starting to become shallow. "You're scaring me Trunks."
He took in a deep breath and released it before answering slowly. "Where have you been the last ten years, Pan?"
She looked at him and answered just as slowly, "I've been right here with you Trunks. Almost nine years as your wife."
His wife?
Not everyone gets a second chance with love. So why is it that you are here before me?
-Trunks Briefs
His head hurt like hell. A pounding headache he was sure wouldn't go away for awhile. Blue eyes opened to darknes as he realized it was all just a dream. It had felt so real too, more real than any of the other dreams and his heart had been pounding for so long. His breathing had finally evened but he was still sweating profusely just trying to make sense of the dream. He slowly moved to sit up and a cloth fell from his forehead. Picking it up out of curiosity, he wondered why there was a cloth on his forehead.
"Trunks, you're awake," said a voice coming from his left. He looked over, but in the darkness, couldn't see anything. He knew that voice. He had hurt it many times calling his name in passion, but she couldn't be here. She wasn't supposed to be here. Life just wasn't that simple. Girls that left years ago just don't re-appear a man's life when he is missing her more than ever. It just doesn't happen. He wished with all his heart that it did, but he had to face reality.
His mind had to be de deceiving him. Yes, that was it. She wasn't really here. It was probably just a one night stand he had the night before, but in all honesty. If what had happened before was a dream, he couldn't remeber last night. So it was possible. Who was she though? He couldn't care less if he remembered her name or not, but he couldn't even remember her face.
"Who are you?" he asked her. She was silent for a moment, contemplaiting how to answer.
"Trunks, are you all right? Did you hit your head when you fell?" she asked hesitantly.
When he fell? He couldn't remember falling. What had happened? "When did I fall?"
"When you fainted Trunks." Suddenly, he heard two clicks and the bed side lamp illuminated the room just a little bit. That's when he saw her. Disbelieving blue met worried black. She was really here wasn't she? This was her? She was beautiful, just as he had always remembered her. Dark, deep onyx eyes that pulled you in. Long silky smooth black hair that was down. Her wearing it down was a rare occasion, but she only did it she was sleeping. She wore a short silk night gown that clung to all her curves and stopped mid thigh, allowing him the look of her milky white legs. She was breath-taking and he could feel a pool of heat that had started to situate itself between his legs.
His breathing increased again and he didn't know if he was going to faint again, if that was what had happened last time.
"Trunks? Trunks, are you all right?" She moved over a little bit to reach for him, touching his forehead to check for a fevor, but in that moment he felt her. He didn't just see her, he felt her as well. Feeling her meant that she was really here. This wasn't a dream was it? But if she was really here, why was she acting as if it were an everyday thing? They hadn't seen each other in ten years and now she just showed up out of nowhere. After all of that, there was no way she could expect him to be normal could she?
"Pan." His breathing hitched another knot as he said it.
"Yes Trunks, it's me. Are you feeling okay?" She was worried about him.
"What are you doing here?" He needed to know. Did she come back for him? Was her life just as umbareable without him as his was without her? He needed to know. He wanted it to be true. That she still loved him and had come back for him after all these years.
She looked at him in confusion, then it dawned on her. "You really must have hit your head Trunks. Does your head hurt?"
"That doesn't matter. What are you doing here?" he said hurridly, confusing his objective of what he was meaning.
For a moment a look of hurt crossed her eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.
"You really must have hit your head Trunks. Do you realy not know why I am here?"
Cathing on to how she had interpreted the question, her thinking that he didn't want her there rephrased it. "I don't mean I want you to go," he said quickly, "I jut wanted to know why you came back."
The look on her face gave away her complete confusion. "What are you talking about? I didn't go anywhere."
"Then where have you been?" he asked sitting straight up, looking her in the eyes. He could tell she confused, but why? It was an honest question. He needed to know why she ahd left. "I understand that you were angry at me for what I did, but I wasn't ready just yet. It didn't mean I wanted you to leave me."
"Trunks, what are you talking about? What did you do to me? Trunks I never left you." Her breathing was starting to become shallow. "You're scaring me Trunks."
He took in a deep breath and released it before answering slowly. "Where have you been the last ten years, Pan?"
She looked at him and answered just as slowly, "I've been right here with you Trunks. Almost nine years as your wife."
His wife?