|Matters of Fate
Author: Bellchan PM
This is a romance about Trunks/Pan, Juunanagou/Bra, Goten/Marron and how their relationship grow up, mess up, burn up and so on. Just read to find out. There're some adult stuff here. Current chapter: 'Flirt in the Sky'Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,750 - Reviews: 57 - Favs: 3 - Updated: 03-15-01 - Published: 02-23-01 - id: 215498
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- Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. Simply.
*Note: This has nothing to do with "Stray Cats", but the couples are the same, as well as the characters' ages. But just to make things easier, consider this fic timeline is about four/five years after GT series. And I'm not updating any fic before I'm finished with this one. *sighs at the long journey she has right ahead* I hope I can keep my inspiration coming...
Main Characters: Trunks, Pan, Juunanagou, Bra, Goten, Marron. NO VILLAINS.
1 - Misunderstandings
was another beautiful sunny day, a gift from the spring season. She could feel
the strong smell of white flowers, her mother's favorite. Taking deep into that
delightful scent, she rushed towards him with a small basket full of ripe cherries.
"Uncle Juunanagou!" she called, weaving her free hand in the air as she approached him. "May I sit down here with you?"
"Sure, Marron sweetie." he said, stretching out his hand at her under a wide branched tree.
The blonde girl giggled at the treatment, she just loved when he called her that. "Look, uncle Juunanagou... These cherries are ripe and tasty. I hope you like it!" she said, handing the basket to the handsome cyborg. He pinched her nose playfully as a sign of affection. She was gracious, there were no doubts. 'Just like a puppy.' he thought, tickling her stomach for his own entertainment while she struggled to escape.
Not far from there, two figures were spying on them through the glass of the window.
"It seems that he likes her, doesn't it?" asked Kuririn.
"Hnf! Probably. He never treated me like that..." the blonde woman muttered, arms crossed.
"Are you jealous, Juuhachigou?" teased the old man.
"What do you mean?" The female android glared at him, but soon she softened her voice. "I have nothing to complain. I must be thankful for having the chance to see him living again. You know how much I've missed him..."
"Juuhachigou..." he spoke, rubbing her arm soothingly.
Back at the garden, Marron sat there appreciating the splendid blue sky, while she had her head resting on her uncle's comfortable chest. "It's weird..." the girl began. "You're my mother's twin... and I'm older than you..."
"That's because they got my old body restored." the cyborg simply explained.
"Whatever. It's still weird..." she insisted, though she was squealing inside for having such a gorgeous uncle. "By the way, tomorrow we'll have the annual picnic at Kame Sennin's. You're going with us, aren't you?" she asked, hoping he would.
"I don't think so. I'm not fond of those family reunion events." He informed, closing his amazing pair of light blue eyes.
"But uncle Juunanagou... You're one of us now. You should get used to it... Look, sometimes I get bored too but I know Trunks will be there so I don't mind..." the blonde said, daydreaming. He did not respond, actually, his mind was absent and he didn't seem to be paying any attention to his niece.
Son Pan stirred on the bed as her sleepiness finally began to cease. Lazily, she turned her body to the side, only to realize that her head felt like it was as heavy as a stone. "Ouch..." she moaned, pressing her hand against her stomach. It hurt, like she had just threw up a good amount of food. Or liquid.
She struggled for quite a while to keep her eyes open, but her vision was all blurred. It didn't take too long for it become clear, though. She looked around herself. That definitely wasn't her bed. That wasn't her room at all. And those weren't... She lifted the covers, those weren't her clothes.
"Where I am? What the hell..." she mumbled. Stumbling here and there, she attempted to walk, but the dizziness got her again and she fell... right into something hard. Actually, into a man in his dark gray suit who, fortunately, was there to catch her.
"T-Trunks? What are you doing here?" asked the girl, more confused then ever.
"Taking care of a naughty girl who just happens to be in MY house." He replied coldly, while he carried her back to the bed.
Pan just stood there blinking her eyes, completely dumbfounded. Slowly, some few images began to form in her mind. A bar, a guy, a crowded area, loud music and so on. She finally got it. Her date had just dumped her. Not that she really liked him, but she wasn't in a good mood to bear with that. The last thing she remembered was herself being "a bit" drunk and being carried by someone very familiar. Trunks, she supposed.
"Did you bring me here?" she asked.
"Did I have any choice? Your parents are traveling, aren't they? You're lucky for they were not here to see you in that shameful condition." He half scolded.
"Who are you to talk like that? I'm old enough to do whatever I want!" she fumed. He got closer.
"Idiot! What could have happened if I wasn't there? You could've been hurt, abused, raped, to think the worst!" he yelled, impatiently.
"Stop that, Trunks!" she cried, putting her hands right above her head. That surely wasn't a pleasant way to wake up.
The lavender haired Saiyan softened his steady expression, judging he was being a bit harsh, and then sat right beside her. "It'll be all right, Pan." He whispered, soothingly. "Look, I've gotta go work now, but you can stay here as long as you wish. There's food in the fridge. I suppose you know my new house so feel at ease, okay?" he said before leaving. The girl just nodded.
"To feel at ease..." she thought aloud. "Oh, what a shame..." she sighed, a little disgusted with herself. She had never been drunk before, but she knew that when people are drunk they say shit. Could she have said anything embarrassing? Anything... revealing? Like she was actually in love with... No, she did not remember. "Oh, Dende... What have I done? I think I'll never get drunk again! Eww..." she said, shaking her head. "And this... This is Trunks' shirt, so that means... Oh no, he saw me naked!!!" Definitely, the girl was sober. Even though she was speaking alone. And blushing furiously as dirty thoughts danced playfully in her mind... "Aaahhh... Shut up! Shut up! Shut uuuup!!!"
A certain Capsule Corporation President was completely in a hurry to have his job done for the day. He didn't know exactly why, but he couldn't stop being worried with her.
"Pan..." he whispered.
Impatiently, and cursing the world like his father would do whenever he had to sleep in the couch, he signed the last sheaf of papers and didn't wait any longer to grab his briefcase and get out of there. That is, if someone hadn't just entered his office when he was about to leave.
"Marron?" he said, surprised.
"Hi, Trunks! I just came to see if we could have dinner together... You haven't called me these days..." she said, as her small fingers played seductively along his collar.
"Uh..." the young man just stood there like in a trance. He noticed she was all dressed up, perfumed and everything. But then he remembered. "Oh, I'm sorry Marron... We can talk better tomorrow. I have to go home now, Pan must be hungry. See ya!" he said, giving a light peck on her cheek before disappearing in a blink of an eye.
"Trunks, wait!" she shouted, utterly disappointed. "Hey! What is Pan doing at HIS house?" she asked herself, as her disappointment soon became anger, jealousy. "Trunks, I hope you're not..." Without thinking straight, she pulled out her cell phone from her purse and dialed his number. It rang once. Twice. Three times.
"Hello?" said a female voice.
"Pan? This is Marron. Could I talk with Trunks?" the older girl asked, pretending she didn't know he wasn't there.
"Hi, Marron. He didn't arrive yet..." the other replied.
"Oh... Then would you do me a favor, please? When he arrives, could you tell him I won't be late to our dinner tonight?" said Marron, as sweetly as she could make it sound. "Pan?" she repeated, as she heard no response.
"O-Okay, Marron... Bye!"
The blonde girl could tell Pan had got really surprised, by the tone of her voice. "I'm sorry, Pan. I wish I didn't have to do this, but I can't give him up..." she thought aloud, firmly. "Not yet..."
and... Trunks?" whispered a desolated Pan. "Why didn't he tell me
anything? He just called me a few minutes ago asking if I was okay..."
she continued, taking a little time to process what she had just heard. "Of
course, you moron. He was just being gentle. You should already know that."
Pan kept thinking to herself on her way to his bedroom. She just wanted her clothes back and to get out of there. "You're always gentle, why are you always being gentle? It's irritating, Trunks!!! And do you want to know? I will steal this shirt of yours!"
first stars glittered in the sky, like the little fireflies that start rambling
when the night falls. A warm breeze, a calm street, everything seemed to be
perfect... Trunks got out of his car carrying a pile of good smelling pizza,
enough to feed two hungry Saiyans. 'I hope she'll like it.' He thought. 'Oh,
come on, I know she loves it!' and with that, he opened the front door of his
nice big house and just came inside with that huge pile in his hands. But considering
his uncommon strength, it took him no effort.
"Pan! I'm home! Look what I've got for us!" he said aloud and happily, imagining her joyful reaction. "Pan?" he called again, since she didn't respond. "Pan!"
Room by room, he looked for her, but there was no sign of his little guest. He came next to the closest window and sighed in disappointment. 'She's gone... Was I that rude with her today? But she was here a while ago, what did I say wrong?' he questioned himself, judging it was all his fault. He looked at the table and sighed again. 'And what am I going to do with all that food?' He just stood there pensive when the doorbell suddenly rang. He opened the door. It was Marron.
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chapter: "The Prince of The Seas"! ^_^
.:. Well, what do ya think? I know it was short, but it's just the beginning of a long, loooong romance series! (I mean, as long as I keep my inspiration, many things will happen in this story, more pizzas will come and many kisses will be given...) See ya!