Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Memori ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: pan_chan12 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.04.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.04.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
"Pan?" A hand threaded through inky hair, rubbing her scalp soothingly. "Pan... wake up." She groaned and rubbed her face on the textured bed cover. She didn't want to wake up... didn't want to remember.... TRUNKS!
"Trunks?" Her head shot up, and Trunks' hand dropped. "You're awake!" she jumped up from the chair and hugged him as far around his broad chest as her arms could go.
"Of course I'm awake... I only dozed off on that park bench for a couple.. Wait a minute. Where are we?" Trunks' eyebrows grew together in confusion and he looked around the room. "It looks like a hospital..."
"It IS a hospital Trunks...Don't you remember?" Pan's face mirrored his confusion. "You were hit by that bitchy blonde..." His eyes told her the truth; He couldn't remember. "Oh god, I gotta get a doctor!"
Pan tried to move off of Trunks, but he held her to his chest. "You're fine where you're at..." He gave her a smile that sent a shot of heat through her bloodstream, "But if you have to..." he reached behind his shoulder and pressed a red call-button.
Only one guy can look so sexy in a hospital gown... Pan shook her head to clear her thoughts. Come on girl, outta the gutter. She tried to push herself out of the compromising position she put herself in, but Trunks wrapped his arms around her back.
"What are you doing?" She asked, avoiding his eyes. If she looked up, she'd be lost in the urge to kiss...
"I'm holding my wife, of course-"
"WIFE????" Gohan looked at Trunks in horror, while Pan looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
The doctor was a tornado of a white coats as he rushed Pan and Gohan out of the room and slammed the door.
"Humor him." The first words out of the guy's mouth made Gohan's eyes pop even wider.
"HUMOR HIM???? He just claimed to be married to my daughter! My eighteen year old-" The saiyan's tirade was cut off by Pan.
"Uh, doc, why did he say that?" Pan asked, obviously over her shock. "What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he remember..."
The doctor smiled at her in that way that doctors do when someone asks an obviously stupid medical question. "He has an interesting case of amnesia... everything he remembers is based on the last thought he had before the blow that caused him to forget in the first place."
"Ok, so he was THINKING of marrying my eighteen year old daughter! That's ENOUGH REASON to kill him...." Gohan was practically growling.
The doctor sighed and mumbled something like, "Why do I even try...." Then he returned his gaze to the seething father. "Mr. Son, if Trunks is to EVER get his memory back, he must be humored in EVERYTHING. If he says she's his wife, then for the time being, she must ACT like it."
Pan noticed that her usually rational father was very irrational at the moment, so she decided to cut the conversation off and open the door. Besides, she thought, it might be a little fun to be married to the hottest guy on the planet.... And she revealed Trunks with his hospital gown around his ankles.
"KAMI!" She quickly shut the door again. Especially with a veiw like that every day...
"Pan, I really don't want to put you in this situation.. your high school graduation is coming up.. your already going to a very nice, EXPENSIVE college..."
She suddenly had the greatest urge to bang her head against the hardwood door until SHE had amnesia. "Dad, I want to WAIT a few years before I started that 'expensive' college. I've been working really hard since the 5th grade... I'm valedictorian for god's sake!"
"That doesn't mean you get to slack off.. education is very important..."
All she'd worried about was her education.. all through life. She'd never even had time to figure out what she was good at, she just had to LEARN. Pan wasn't even sure what she wanted to do for a job, had never had time to think about it, and it was really late to not know. "Let's NOT talk about this now, OK?" She knocked on the door, ignoring her dad's attempt to continue the conversation. "Trunks? Are you decent?"
"I'd LIKE to get in my own damn clothes!" Came back at her through the door way. "And I'm not leaving here in my boxers either!" Pan looked at the doctor questioninly.
"Uh... lemme go check with the nurse." The doctor disappeared, half-running to the desk. He disappeared for a second, then came back, dragging something. When he came closer, Pan could see the stressed look on his face as he worked to drag Trunks' sword across the tiled hall, the clothes wrapped around the handle in an attempt to creat more friction between his hands and the heavey object. Pan forced herself not to grin.
"Here, let me get that for you." She walked up and plucked it out of his hands with little effort.
"How...huh..." he sat there, panting on the tiles for a minute, staring at the teenager that was almost a foot shorter then himself, hefting an object that weighed at least twice his weight.
Pan smiled, now that her back was turned and the human couldn't see it, and knocked on the door. "Trunks?"
"I don't want to talk to you unless you have CLOTHES!"
Oh, THATS good. "I do have clothes. And your sword- WHOA!" Trunks pulled her in even before she could finish the sentance.
"YES! I love this lady!" Trunks didn't even look at her, just pulled the weighted clothing and sword from her grasp and began pulling his clothes off. Pan's mouth went dry at the veiw of muscles she got before she recovered the decency to blush and turn around. "Uh, I'll just go now..."
Trunks looked up and noticed her positon. He smirked and pulled his pants on before answering. "No, stay... I wanted to talk to you. What am I doing in the hospital with this nasty bruise on my head?"
Pan turned around and glanced at his head. "You took the bandage off!" she tried to sound as disapproving as possible.
Trunks gave her a sheepish grin and turned both his palms up in his version of a shrug. "They itched, and besides, it's just a bruise..."
Pan wanted to remind him that originally it was a cut, and his saiyan healing had merely changed it, but she couldn't. If he didn't even know he was saiyan... "Alright."
Trunks could tell Pan was distracted about something. "Hey, you okay?"
Pan wanted to laugh. HE was just hit by a car and he's asking HER if she's ok... it was just too much. A tear trailed down her cheek as the reality of his mortality hit her.
The fall of quicksilver on her cheek caught Trunks' eye and brought him to her side. He cupped her face in his warm hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry, Pan-chan, I didn't mean to make you cry..." He hugged her against him, letting her cry on his shirt. His hand rubbed soothingly in her hair and up and down her spine, letting her put her thoughts back together.
Pan pushed away from him and wiped off the tears that hadn't quite made it. "I'm okay Trunks, really...-"
"WHERES TRUNKS????" The question-like command rattled through the hospital halls.
"Trunks?" Her head shot up, and Trunks' hand dropped. "You're awake!" she jumped up from the chair and hugged him as far around his broad chest as her arms could go.
"Of course I'm awake... I only dozed off on that park bench for a couple.. Wait a minute. Where are we?" Trunks' eyebrows grew together in confusion and he looked around the room. "It looks like a hospital..."
"It IS a hospital Trunks...Don't you remember?" Pan's face mirrored his confusion. "You were hit by that bitchy blonde..." His eyes told her the truth; He couldn't remember. "Oh god, I gotta get a doctor!"
Pan tried to move off of Trunks, but he held her to his chest. "You're fine where you're at..." He gave her a smile that sent a shot of heat through her bloodstream, "But if you have to..." he reached behind his shoulder and pressed a red call-button.
Only one guy can look so sexy in a hospital gown... Pan shook her head to clear her thoughts. Come on girl, outta the gutter. She tried to push herself out of the compromising position she put herself in, but Trunks wrapped his arms around her back.
"What are you doing?" She asked, avoiding his eyes. If she looked up, she'd be lost in the urge to kiss...
"I'm holding my wife, of course-"
"WIFE????" Gohan looked at Trunks in horror, while Pan looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights.
The doctor was a tornado of a white coats as he rushed Pan and Gohan out of the room and slammed the door.
"Humor him." The first words out of the guy's mouth made Gohan's eyes pop even wider.
"HUMOR HIM???? He just claimed to be married to my daughter! My eighteen year old-" The saiyan's tirade was cut off by Pan.
"Uh, doc, why did he say that?" Pan asked, obviously over her shock. "What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he remember..."
The doctor smiled at her in that way that doctors do when someone asks an obviously stupid medical question. "He has an interesting case of amnesia... everything he remembers is based on the last thought he had before the blow that caused him to forget in the first place."
"Ok, so he was THINKING of marrying my eighteen year old daughter! That's ENOUGH REASON to kill him...." Gohan was practically growling.
The doctor sighed and mumbled something like, "Why do I even try...." Then he returned his gaze to the seething father. "Mr. Son, if Trunks is to EVER get his memory back, he must be humored in EVERYTHING. If he says she's his wife, then for the time being, she must ACT like it."
Pan noticed that her usually rational father was very irrational at the moment, so she decided to cut the conversation off and open the door. Besides, she thought, it might be a little fun to be married to the hottest guy on the planet.... And she revealed Trunks with his hospital gown around his ankles.
"KAMI!" She quickly shut the door again. Especially with a veiw like that every day...
"Pan, I really don't want to put you in this situation.. your high school graduation is coming up.. your already going to a very nice, EXPENSIVE college..."
She suddenly had the greatest urge to bang her head against the hardwood door until SHE had amnesia. "Dad, I want to WAIT a few years before I started that 'expensive' college. I've been working really hard since the 5th grade... I'm valedictorian for god's sake!"
"That doesn't mean you get to slack off.. education is very important..."
All she'd worried about was her education.. all through life. She'd never even had time to figure out what she was good at, she just had to LEARN. Pan wasn't even sure what she wanted to do for a job, had never had time to think about it, and it was really late to not know. "Let's NOT talk about this now, OK?" She knocked on the door, ignoring her dad's attempt to continue the conversation. "Trunks? Are you decent?"
"I'd LIKE to get in my own damn clothes!" Came back at her through the door way. "And I'm not leaving here in my boxers either!" Pan looked at the doctor questioninly.
"Uh... lemme go check with the nurse." The doctor disappeared, half-running to the desk. He disappeared for a second, then came back, dragging something. When he came closer, Pan could see the stressed look on his face as he worked to drag Trunks' sword across the tiled hall, the clothes wrapped around the handle in an attempt to creat more friction between his hands and the heavey object. Pan forced herself not to grin.
"Here, let me get that for you." She walked up and plucked it out of his hands with little effort.
"How...huh..." he sat there, panting on the tiles for a minute, staring at the teenager that was almost a foot shorter then himself, hefting an object that weighed at least twice his weight.
Pan smiled, now that her back was turned and the human couldn't see it, and knocked on the door. "Trunks?"
"I don't want to talk to you unless you have CLOTHES!"
Oh, THATS good. "I do have clothes. And your sword- WHOA!" Trunks pulled her in even before she could finish the sentance.
"YES! I love this lady!" Trunks didn't even look at her, just pulled the weighted clothing and sword from her grasp and began pulling his clothes off. Pan's mouth went dry at the veiw of muscles she got before she recovered the decency to blush and turn around. "Uh, I'll just go now..."
Trunks looked up and noticed her positon. He smirked and pulled his pants on before answering. "No, stay... I wanted to talk to you. What am I doing in the hospital with this nasty bruise on my head?"
Pan turned around and glanced at his head. "You took the bandage off!" she tried to sound as disapproving as possible.
Trunks gave her a sheepish grin and turned both his palms up in his version of a shrug. "They itched, and besides, it's just a bruise..."
Pan wanted to remind him that originally it was a cut, and his saiyan healing had merely changed it, but she couldn't. If he didn't even know he was saiyan... "Alright."
Trunks could tell Pan was distracted about something. "Hey, you okay?"
Pan wanted to laugh. HE was just hit by a car and he's asking HER if she's ok... it was just too much. A tear trailed down her cheek as the reality of his mortality hit her.
The fall of quicksilver on her cheek caught Trunks' eye and brought him to her side. He cupped her face in his warm hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry, Pan-chan, I didn't mean to make you cry..." He hugged her against him, letting her cry on his shirt. His hand rubbed soothingly in her hair and up and down her spine, letting her put her thoughts back together.
Pan pushed away from him and wiped off the tears that hadn't quite made it. "I'm okay Trunks, really...-"
"WHERES TRUNKS????" The question-like command rattled through the hospital halls.