Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Not Forgotten, Not Alone ❯ Always There ( Chapter 4 )

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It was too much to ask for, too much to hope for. She might as well give in now. There was no possible way it was ever going to happen. No sir, it was a fruitless effort made by demeaning dreams.

She was never going to see the top of the desk again. It was dead, been suffocated by the masses of paper work. Pan slowly opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out her daily planer and set it on her only clear space on the dead desk to open it. She idly flipped through the pages to find a date where she had nothing to do, or more importantly, wouldn't be consumed in paperwork.

"What are you doing?" She barely heard the voice as it filtered through the mountain of paper work.

"Looking through my planner."

"For?"

"An open day."

"For?"

"A funeral."

The voice, with peaked curiosity obviously lacing its word, continued in its two-year-old fashion.

"For?"

A sigh escaped her lips as she answered what she hoped would be the final question.

"My desk."

The evident sound of a body hitting the ground was her only indication that the subject at hand was finally over. Pan grabbed her "out" pile and stood, balancing the paperwork with her two hands and chin. The door loomed in front of her as her way out, and she planed to greedily escape for a few minuets. However, composure almost flew from her the moment she saw Trunks' body lying on the floor. It almost made her want to laugh, but then she remembered the way he'd currently become the maker of her working hell, and all notions of laugher left her.

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Not Forgotten, Not Alone

Chapter Four

Always There

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The day felt as though some how some magical being, with which who was evil in every way, had crammed fifty work hours into what should have been only twelve. The world must have thought that she needed to pay for some miss deed that she couldn't remember committing.

A delicate hand raised and waved for the taxi that had just passed by. Chances were she wasn't going to get a taxi anytime soon, and the subway would be packed to bursting. So with a heavy sigh, Pan resigned herself to the long trek back to her small apartment complex. If she hurried, she might even get there before dark.

Giving one last sigh for good measure, Pan started toward the direction of the fastest rout to her home. Her mind wondered off to La La Land after the first few seconds of walking, and because of so, she didn't notice the man standing in front of her with a quirked eyebrow before it was too late. And the man felt as though made of brick and stone, much like the sidewalk in which her behind got to know up close and personally. Neither the man nor the sidewalk welcomed her warmly.

Pan scrunched her face up as her behind and head made their pain clearly known.

"Man you're a klutz. Maybe you should try watching were you walk, they say its good for you."

Her eyes zipped to the man that the voice was coming from. She had to see him enough at work, did she really have to see him after it? Some one up there was looking down at her, finger pointed, and laughing in sadistic glee.

Standing up and rubbing her sore bottom, Pan gave the darkest glare she could come up with.

Trunks simply raised his hands into the air and smirked, "Hey there now, I'm not at fault here. You're the one who walked into me. I'm simply just an innocent bystander to your love filled mind."

Her anger soared and yet all she could do in response was openly gape at the egomaniac. Her fall in love with him? Like there was any possibility that would ever happen. With her mouth currently broken at this time, it drained Pan of all her strength just to mutter out a few words.

"Why you . . ."

Mischief danced in his eyes as his smirk grew larger, "Don't deny it, you know its true. Too bad for you," Here he pretended a dramatic sigh and placed his hand to his forehead in the manor of a damsel-in-distress, "it will only happen in your dreams."

Face red with anger, Pan turned from her Hell maker and marched in the opposite direction. It wasn't until Pan had thought of herself safe from him when his mocking laugher rang out toward her.

"Oh come on, even I know your house is in this direction."

Stomping her right foot, Pan gave him the satisfaction of looking over her shoulder at him before screaming out, "I'm taking the scenic rout!" After that Pan looked in front of herself and continued on in her new direction. Mentally ignoring the laughter that followed her as she did so.

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Pan sat at her little kitchen table, gazing blankly at the wavering candlelight. No birthday cake for her, no cards wishing for her to have a happy and fun filled birthday, all those things had been dead to her since her eighth birthday. Twelve years ago, which marked a time that was still deeply engraved into her memory. No matter how hard she fought to forget, this day of her birthday would spring back on her the memory of her parents.

However, she didn't quite relish the thought of reliving those days in her head; they were just too painful.

Standing up, Pan walked to her living room and grabbed her coat from the hanger. Quickly slipping the black coat on, she left her apartment without a single glance back at her empty table.

She locked her door and continued on to the outside world where the people would be a much needed distraction from her inner musings. There had to be somewhere that she could go to get away. Just to get away.

Her heart stopped.

Yeah, there was a place that she could go. The only question was, did she really want to go there?

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Dark eyes watched as his toy left her place of rest. A smirk fell to place with the thought that her life was like this because of him. Yes, it was his entire fault, in a manner of speaking of course.

His little toy had thought she could hide from him by coming back to the place that it had all started, did she? And how long should he wait till he moved in on her again? Should he visit her in a week, a day, or maybe even now?

His thin lips curled in glee at seeing her pretty little face contorted in fear again. She always did have the most deliciously grand faces whenever he stopped by to see her. It was tempting enough for him to blow his cover again.

A growl formed in his throat. His master wouldn't appreciate it too much if he pulled a stunt like that again. No, it was better for him to wait it out, and see what his darling toy had planed.

Yes, but she should keep a weary eye looking behind her, for there he would be.

Always watching, always waiting.

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Bra practically fell into her chair, a sigh passing from her tired lips as she did so. Bringing a hand to gently rub at her aching head she proceeded to try and massage away the headache that had become a permanent part during her last meeting.

"Stupid Trunks, always finding a way out of these stupid meetings."

Her grumbling was cut short though, when someone she quite distinguishably remembered should be on a day off, walked by her.

"Eh?"

Standing back up, Bra left her office to follow the person who had piqued her interest.

"Hey! Miss Ochi! What are you doing here? Isn't today your day off?"

Bra could have sworn today was Pan's day off. She was the one who filled out the time sheets for Kami's sake!

Said person stopped and turned around to face the voice that was questioning her. A smile formed on her solemn face and she waved to the one person that seemed to be at least half-sane.

Unlike a certain guy she was doomed to work with.

Pan gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of her neck.

"I . . . um . . . still have some paperwork that I need to get done. It's very important and needs to get done . . . um, soon.

It was logical enough, and Bra of all people should know the amount of work she had to do. Her response would go unquestioned, run smoothly, fly over her head, right?

Yep, and pigs were likely to grow brains and run the world.

"Paperwork huh? Right. It sounds to me that you're just looking for an excuse to see my brother."

Pan groaned, would she ever really want to go see Trunks for the fun of it? No, not unless she had need of a punching bag that she could verbally abuse.

Before Pan could come up with something to say, Bra suddenly clapped her hands on Pan shoulders and turned her around. Leaning close to Pan, she whispered into her ears.

"And speaking of the devil."

Pan's heart gave a little flutter at the sight of the man walking towards her. Why was it, that even though she hated him, he could still look so good doing even the simplest things as walking. A battle raged within her between her mind and heart. Her mind was currently telling her gooey mess of a heart to piece itself back together and be strong. While her heart was telling her mind to shut up and keep its thoughts to its self.

But something was oddly wrong about this situation. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Pan mentally sighed. What was wrong, was that Trunks was walking towards her with an oddly colored box, and Bra had chosen this moment to disappear.

Great, just great.

Her heart was still goo, and her mind was still telling her to high tail it and run in a different direction, but her feet stayed planted to the ground. And within mere seconds she had lost her chance for escape and Trunks had stopped in front of her, offering the funny colored box to her.

"I was looking over your information and noticed that today was your birthday. And me being the genius that I am, figured you'd probably show up to work today even though it's your day off."

Pan gave the funny box presented to her a look over. When was the last time that she had received any presents? A real present, something given from the heart, and not the mind? Too long ago, twelve years too long ago.

"For me?" Her voice seemed oddly shy to her, and she wondered what it was about this simple act that could turn her would upside down. Of course, feelings like those don't last long when confronted with Trunks.

"No, it's for your twin. Of course it's for you, who else would it be for?"

Yep, and answer like that was just what she needed to get her head and mind back in track.

Grabbing the present from his offering hand, she stared at it as though it would jump up any minuet and bite her.

"What is it?"

Trunks gave her a quick wink, and then turned and started back down the hallway.

Pan brought the present up to her ear and began shaking it, only stopping when she figured that it might not be such a good idea to do so. After all, the present could be fragile or something.

She gave her shoulders a little shrug and opened the box. What was inside it was something she had not been expecting. But neither did she know why she needed it.

"A sippy cup?"

Now why on earth would Trunks give her a . . . oh.

Sippy cups don't spill what's in them, therefore, she couldn't spill anything else on him.

Like coffee?

Pan's eyes bled red and her eyebrow twitched. He was making a joke of her.

"Trunks you jerk!"

Letting her frustration out in a huff, Pan followed after Trunks to their office. She had gotten to where she knew the hallways pretty good, so she wouldn't get lost in them again. There was an incident she didn't want to repeat again.

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I had to end it right here. I wanted to keep going from this point, but my mind told my fingers to quit typing, and well, they did. Oh yeah, and I um, don't really know how to spell "sippy cup" So I hope you all understood what it was I was talking about. Teehee.

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Next chapter

The truth is explained about Pan and her life. Things get heated with the appearance of "The man with no face."

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Character notes

Pan: I think she's warming up to Trunks now, don't you?

Trunks: Still our two year old butt head.

Bra: Self centered, and stuck on her plan about Pan and Trunks

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To my reviewers: Remember, without you guys, this story would have ended about a year ago. Lol.

I DO NOT OWN DBZ: LOL! Don't fret! I have written more! Mwahhahahahahah HAHAHAHAH.

risika-shardae: *bows* I'm happy you think this is still a good fic! I've been wondering about that myself. LOL. Well, if you don't wanna be bribed, then you can bribe me…with PEPSI!!! YEAH!!

Mii-chan1: Teehee! Yeah, I love Trunks' personality too. I think we might be the only ones though?

DarkChildOfTheNite: Yes, Trunks and Bra will SOON find out about Pan. Here's a little hint for yeah . . . it all revolves around . . . guess who! Bulma! Bwahahahahaha. Ah hem. As for the man with no face, hes sorta a guy I dreamed up. But yep! He showed up in this chappie!

vegeta'z-gurl: LMAO!!! I can't believe your keeping score! I was feeling kinda bad about Trunks so I figured he had to get his revenge somehow. Even if it's a little childish.

SSJ5Tigger: Yep, it's a never ending fight about who stands where. I'm glad my insanity makes you laugh. I know its taken me a while *cough cough* to update, but here it is, in full bloom. Well, sorta.

Ladybugg: *anime drop* Well lets hope shes not the death of our poor Trunks. Then I wouldn't have a story to write anymore. Teehee. Just you keep reading! I have way more in store for this story.

Snowfire_the_Kitsune: I shall take your "mischief" gladly! Yeah, this is sorta reminding me of a movie too . . . But I swear its my own idea! Really! *gives Snowfire a cookie*

Trupan: I think Pan will eventually tell him that. Its just a matter of time till she goes stir craving mad. And the annoyingness SHALL CONTINUE! Oh yes, it shall! Heehee, im happy your liking this!

anonymous-anonymous: Lol! Nice name, im loving that. The drama stuff happens in the next chapter. Yep, my nice, happy, funny parts start coming less and less, and the man with no face will show his ugly head more. Keep reading and you will see.

DANA: Yes, you hit the mark, I am the biggest review hog there is master. And uh hum, since you're my beta for my Honest Nothing, this story has now become my own little independent baby. Hope you like this chapter! And CALL ME SOMETIME YOU BIG BAKA!

I must be the densest person there is…….

Yokiko Pan: OMG!!! Okay, I don't know when you left a review, but um, wow. If you reviewed a LONG time ago then I am soooooooo increadably sorry I didn't leave a response for you. *Bows down on knees* Please forgive me!!

If I forgot anybody, im soooo sorry and ill leave a response at the end of the next chapter. Gomen!

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@,@ So I can give my brain a rest now right?

Fanfic by Inca