Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You Wouldn't Believe It, If I Told You ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: I hope you like this story, I think it has some great potential. R&R!

Disclaimer: If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here typing, I would be out spending all my money. But as you can see I'm not doing that, so I don't own them

Pan stared anxiously at the white door in front of her. She had to knock, she just had to, Trunks said it was important, very important. Though every time her hand reached for the golden knocker, something would cause her to retreat, a feeling of dread would seep into her stomach and hold her back. She didn’t understand, but she knew that something important was about to happen. Trunks has never been this serious in his life. Never.

Sighing, and bounding up all her courage that she possessed, Pan stood determinedly and rose her fingers to grasp the cold metal, and knocked lightly upon the oak door. Seconds felt like eons to her, she felt like bolting, like turning away and not returning, but she wasn’t a quitter. Pan Maria Son was no quitter.

“What?!” Vegeta aggravated face fell into her line of vision, and she smiled pleasantly at the angry man.

“Hi Vegeta, I’m here to see Trunks,” Pan announced respectively, slightly bowing to the king before her.

Vegeta nodded his head at the seventeen year old, allowing her entrance to his home. Stepping softly by him, Pan heard the slam of the front door and shook her in disapproval, though she would never let him see that. Running her hands over the back of the grey couch, she rejoiced in the sensations that were sent up through her fingerprints.

Glancing behind her, Pan saw the king move away, going down the hall that led to the work out room. The room was used quite a lot, especially when the Gravity Room was out of commission, which it was now. She could still remember Bulma’s face turning beat red as soon as the explosion had occurred, and Bra and herself racing out unto Bra’s balcony to watch the fight unfold. Both girls had, had tears streaming down their cheeks, and arms wrapped around their stomachs as they laughed and giggled at the scene below.

“Hello sister-in-law!” a high pitched voice called, and Pan rolled her eyes in annoyance, really, that girl could not keep secrets.

“Bra! I am not your sister-in-law, and you know it!” Pan protested, trying desperately to hide the slight pinkish coloring to her cheeks.

“Yeah, you’re not now, but soon,” Bra said, waving her hand in a dismissing fashion, and Pan stared angrily at her form as she sauntered away.

Sticking her tongue out in Bra’s direction, Pan dashed up the long staircase to the second floor where the entrance Bra’s bedroom was. She ran quickly down the hard wood floor, and looked up expectantly, one more level and she would reach Trunks’ room. Stretching her legs out farther apart, she increased her speed and went briskly up the next flight of stairs.

Gasping, Pan reached the entrance to Trunk’s quarters, and her heart was thumping wildly inside her chest. Trying desperately to rid herself of that feeling, she shook her head back and forth, though nothing seemed to help. Rapping lightly on the door, she hoped to put her mind at ease quickly, she immediately entered when Trunks’ beckoned her to do so.

“Trunks?” Pan questioned, she could see his shadowed figure sitting motionless on the edge of his bed.

No words escaped his mouth, he seemed to be lost in deep thought, pondering something huge in his eyes. Standing, unsure of herself, Pan walked to Trunks’ bent over figure, trying to figure out why he had yet to answer her. She placed a small hand on his muscular shoulder, letting him know that she was with him.

His gaze shifted, and Pan could see the deep emotion playing forth in his blue orbs. Taking in a breath of air quickly, she stared worriedly at Trunks, wanting to help if she could, he was one of her best friends, and crush. She couldn’t understand what made the man so silent, nothing seemed to get under his skin unless either one of his family members were hurt, in danger, or dead, meaning the Son family as well, then he would go over the edge. But everyone was safe, and in a good mood in fact, nothing was wrong with them, but something was terribly wrong with him.

Taking her seat next to the male, Pan nudged him slightly, trying to get a rise out of the lavender haired man, though it didn’t seem to make any sort of difference what-so-ever. Her cobalt eyes looked at his creased face, his brow was furrowed in frustration and hesitation, and his mouth was grim.

“Trunks? What’s wrong?” Pan placed her hand into his, and she could feel his grip tighten around her’s.

“Pan, I need to tell you something, something that I have needed to say for a long time,” Trunks started out, his body shaking in nerves.

“What is it Trunks?” Pan looked at him with curiosity, he was truly worried about something quite big.

“Pan, I’ve known you ever since the day you were born, the day you entered this world. I held you in my arms when I was ten years old, I babysat you when no one else would, I dried your tears when you scraped your knee, I taught you how to ride a bike, to fly, and even to fight. And now we play video games to the brink dawn, watch movies to goodness knows what time, and almost spend all our free time together. I consider you my best friend, and I hope you consider me your’s as well,” Pan couldn’t see where this was going but nodded her head, signaling for him to continue, and telling him that she did consider him to be her very best friend.

“But, recently, well, maybe not recently, but for awhile now, I’ve started thinking differently. I didn’t see little Pan-Chan anymore, I didn’t see the snotty brat that we all spoiled rotten, I saw you Pan. I saw Pan, for the first time I saw you, the real you. And, with this new discovery, I started to feel something that I was scared of at first, but now just need to get off my chest. Pan, I don’t really know how to say this, but, I think, I...think, no, I know it, Pan, I’m in love,” Trunks looked at her face, and Pan could feel sadness well up inside her, yet she felt glee that he had finally found thee one. “Pan, the girl I’m in love with, is you.”

Pan’s eyes shot open in alarm, little sirens and lights went off in her head, warning her of his trickery. Her hand flew up to her mouth, trying to mute the sob that rose from her now dry throat. Her head turned to the side, and a few stray tears worked themselves loose, and fell down the sides of her face. It wasn’t true, was it? No, all he wanted was to get her in bed. That’s all he wanted out of all the women he knew.

“Liar,” Pan hissed out, barely audible to any, yet it was there, and it stung his heart deeply.

“What? Pan, I mean it,” Trunks tried desperately to prove that he was being sincere, he loved the woman that sat at his side, and he wanted her to remain there.

“No you don’t! Don’t lie to me! I know you too well for you to be reeling tall tales like that! I won’t be another one on your chart, Trunks Vegeta Briefs! I won’t be another one of those marks etched out onto your doorframe! Don’t try to get me into bed, because it won’t happen!” Pan shot off the bed, and ran to the door, fully preparing herself to walk out of his life for good. They would no longer be friends even.

“Pan, please, I can’t stand to see you everyday and know that I can never have you,” by this time, Trunks was begging the female in front of him, he couldn’t let her leave, not like this, he loved her deeply.

“Don’t worry Trunks, you won’t have to see my everyday, because I’ll be gone for the next year. I’ll be in Africa with Uub, seems he has some relatives there are in need of help, and I agreed to go with him. I planned to tell you today anyways, so here it is, I’m leaving, and maybe when I get back you’ll of had time to find a whore that is willing,” Pan slammed the door behind her, and she could hear the faint choking sobs from the room she had previously been in.

Rushing down the stairs, she searched for the one that would understand her pride, her unwillingness to fall into a trap such as the prince’s. Her tears wouldn’t stop falling, and she knew it was probably her fault. This was the day she had been dreaming of for all time, the day that Trunks would say he loved her, and he had finally admitted his true feelings. Yet that nagging feeling in the back of her head would not leave her. Would not relent that she was doing the right thing by walking, or rather, running away from him.

Vegeta hit the punching bag furiously, the dust flying off in the opposite direction in which his fist hit. Sweat poured down his forehead, and down the side of his face, dripping from his chin onto the cement floor. His brow was knitted together in deep concentration, almost as if he was fighting a real opponent. His muscles tensed with each swing he took, and his teeth were gritted together in the effort of training.

Vegeta’s head snapped in her direction, catching the sight of Pan’s tear stained face, and her emotionally exhausted face. His actions slowed, then stopped, and he turned to face the quarter Saiyan, noting on how terrible she really did look now. His stern face turned grim, he knew the reason for her agony, not many things could make her cry.

Vegeta held out his arms, in an unfamiliar gesture, but Pan took it none the less. Racing into his arms, she cried to her sensei, telling him of what lies his son had spun. She knew it wasn’t true love, she could see it in his eyes when he had told her, she could tell, and it broke every heart string in her body.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Pan crying her sorrow into Vegeta’s arms. Pan knew that he would be the only one to understand. Bulma would not believe that her son was that corrupt on using women as he did each and every night, she would blame Pan for everything. And Bra would agree with her mother, Trunks had the wool pulled over both of their eyes, he fooled everyone in his family, except Vegeta. Vegeta knew his son more than anyone could ever imagine, he knew the boy inside and out, and he was slightly disappointed in Trunks.

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A/N: I really like this story so far, I think it will be one of my better ones. Please R&R and tell what you think.

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