The night surrounded her, blinding her, drowning her senses in perpetual darkness
Disclaimer ~ I don't own dragonball/z/gt.
There, now I'm all depressed L
I'm really sorry ppl. This story is
really quite rushed cos I just finished it there and where I live
it's like 5:00 in the morning. Maybe I should write during the
daynahh! That would be something an intelligent
person does ^.~
Anyways, this is dedicated to my best
friend Pan author of 'The Angel of Death'. I'm such a nice person!
You owe me a fic Pan-chan!! (anything with piccolo in it will do
Slight shounen-ai (very very slight. as
in hardly worth mentioning ^^;)
The night surrounded her, blinding
her, drowning her senses in perpetual darkness. Where was she?
What was happening? That's when she sensed him. His kiit
was fading fast. But she couldn't see him anywhere in this
vast land of blinding emptiness.
However, that wouldn't stop her.
Cupping her hands, she put them up to her mouth, ready to call
his name. But when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
Panicking, she clutched at her throat. What was wrong with her?
Was this some kind of ridiculous prank. Maybe she was dreaming?
Questions raced through her head, making her dizzy and a little
Her senses flared as she heard him
call her name in desperation. Without a second thought, Pan took
off into the darkness, willing her legs to go faster. Her vision
was blurring with unshed tears, but she couldn't/wouldn't
stop to brush them away. She just had to reach him in time.
She couldn't see him, but she
could sense him. He was with her, inside her through and through;
but she just wasn't fast enough! She could hear his
agonising scream echoing through the dark, desolated landscape.
Pan thought she could hear him scream again, until she realized
it was herself, crying her friend's name in despair.
That was when the darkness completely
engulfed her. She tried to breathe but she was drowning in tears,
her sobs wracking her body.
"Panwhy weren't you
there for me?"
Son Pan awoke in her bed, drenched with
sweat. She glanced around, making sure that it had all been a
dream. Once she was positive of her surroundings, she leapt out
of bed and slipped into her clothes. Making sure not to wake
anyone, the young teen tiptoed through the hallway, down the
stairs and out into the fresh moonlit night.
She would often sneak out at this time
of night. It was a rare and peaceful time, where the stars were
clear in the velvety sky, and the gentle breeze would
affectionately caress her skin.
Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Pan
sauntered down the path towards the woods. The dark trees looming
overheard didn't seem to scare her this night. She was too
busy trying to interpret her recent dream.
She snorted, that was no dream. It
was more like a nightmare.
Looking ahead to the gap in the forest,
Pan realised that she was getting closer to her special
hideout'. Goten had found it for her when she had been
younger, and ever since then, she had promised herself at least
one visit every week. The spot itself wasn't anything
special, however the view was spectacular; reaching far across
the valley and onto the distant frosted tips of the purple
"Show yourself!" A deep,
familiar voice rumbled through the night air. It seemed to have
come from her hideout.
Pushing the heavy shrubbery aside, Pan
managed to squeeze through the opening and out onto the small
ledge where the giant Namek now stood.
Piccolo stared down at the young teenage
girl, one hairless brow raised high, "You? What are you
Pan looked up at him with a sheepish
grin, "Erm, h-hi there Mr. Piccolo. Funny seeing you here."
Piccolo groaned and returned to his
original cross-legged position at the edge of the ledge, "Listen
kid, I'm not in the mood for a light conversation, so go
His deep, stormy tone of voice would
have scared most people away. However, Pan was not most people.
She had listened to the tales her father had told her when she
was young, and now she could see that the giant Namek wasn't
the hard hearted warrior he portrayed himself as.
Pan unconsciously began studying his
serene, moonlit features. A thought suddenly entered her head.
Her father, Gohan, was happily married to Videl. Her grandfather,
Son Goku was with Chi Chi, Krillen had 18. Even Vegeta had
found love with Bulma!
Piccolo was alone.
Without a second thought, Pan sat
crosslegged beside the giant, moonlit Namek. Piccolo opened one
eye and stared down at her, daring her to speak. Pan kept his
gaze with a curious look.
"What do you want, brat?"
Piccolo hissed, growling deep in his chest.
Pan turned her gaze to the large glowing
moon in the sky ahead. "Have you ever been in love?"
The sudden question itself confused, and
baffled the Namekian warrior, throwing him quite off guard. How
could the girl be so brave? Gohan had never dared ask such
At first Piccolo decided to ignore the
question, hoping that the curious young teen would get up and
walk away. But when several minutes passed, the Namek could still
feel her innocent young eyes watching him. He stared down at her
with his own curious expression.
"Why do you ask?"
Pan pouted, raising her eyebrow, "That's
not fair. You can't answer a question with a question!"
Piccolo smiled lightly before turning
round to face the bright harvest moon. Should the question be had
he been in love, or was he in love? Pan's question echoed in
his mind. Keeping his voice plain and emotionless, Piccolo
replied, "I thought I did. But I was confused." He
paused. "It wasn't-"
He stopped himself before saying 'that'
word. It was a word which could bring so much happiness, and so
much pain all in one fleeting moment.
Pan glanced up at her father's old
mentor. Piccolo expected to turn and see her eyes shining with
pity. He could feel the rage boiling up inside him. The last
thing he ever wanted was pity! He glared down at Gohan's
daughter; coal black eyes narrowed with rage.
But when his eyes met her's, he saw
something more than pity. It felt rather familiar; like the way
his Gohan would look at him. Piccolo sighed heavily. 'His'
"Shouldn't you be asleep or
something?" Piccolo grumbled.
Pan shrugged and began nervously playing
with her hair, "I eh, had a bad dream."
Piccolo's gaze had settled on the
moonlit valley below. "What happened?" He asked quietly.
Pan blushed crimson red as she bit her
lip, "Um, a friend a good friend, was hurt."
She turned away, eyes glazed, "And I couldn't help him."
Pan choked back a sob, "What does it mean?" she asked,
rubbing at her puffy red eyes.
Piccolo gazed at Son Gohan's
daughter. Pan was a mixture of Gohan's strength and
"A dream can mean many things, Pan.
But remember, dreams aren't always a map of yours or anyone
else's future." He shot a fanged smile at her, "You
write your own destiny as you go along, kid."
Each kept their gaze locked on the
others for a little while longer before turning to stare at the
midnight's sparkling display of stars. Thunderous looking
clouds were beginning to roll in from both sides of the glowing
moon hanging in the dark sky.
It was beginning to rain.
Pan took a deep breath as she fidgeted
with her fingers. "Hey, um, Piccolo?" Pan's voice
was barely above a whisper.
Piccolo sighed and feigned annoyance.
"Just get goin' brat. I'm not gonna tell anyone."
Pan grinned happily and flung her arms around the Namek in a
great big bear hug. Before he could react, Pan had planted a big
kiss on his cheek and flown off into the stormy night sky.
Piccolo angrily brushed the wet kiss
away with the back of his hand and snarled, "Damn Sons.
Nothing but trouble." After a second, his green lips slowly
pulled into a smirk and he settled back into quiet meditation.
Thunder and lightning echoed all around
her. The torrential rain had matted her ebony hair, and her
clothes were dripping wet and wrinkled as she beat on the door of
the Briefs house.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Inside, snug and warm, Bulma forced her
heavy eyelids to open. Reluctantly, she turned to her sleeping
husband and poked him sharply in the ribs. Vegeta's eyes
flared angrily as he stared up at his wife.
"What do you want?" He snapped.
"I thought I heard someone at the
door." Bulma said before yawning tiredly. "Did you hear
anything?" She muttered before snuggling against her Saiyan's
Vegeta listened intently. Sure enough,
the brat's daughter, Son Pan, was banging on their door.
Growling, he glanced at the clock on their bedside table which
read 2:00am. What was she doing here at this ti-
Vegeta frowned and glanced down to where
Bulma had begun kissing a trail up his muscular chest to the base
of his neck where she nibbled gently on his sensitive flesh.
Vegeta sighed and grinned mischievously. Rolling on top of her,
he kissed her soft lips once before replying. "Nope, didn't
hear a thing."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Figuring that his parents were 'busy',
Trunks sleepily grabbed his shirt and pants and raced downstairs
to answer the door. He was still trying to get his other leg into
his pants as he opened the front door to his house. His face
blushed crimson red as he realised Pan was standing in the
doorway, soaked to the bone.
"Uhh, P-Pan?" Trunks grinned
sheepishly and quickly pulled his fly up. Taking a step towards
her he asked, "What are you doing here at this time?"
He gave her a curious look and motioned her inside. When she didn't
answer nor move from her spot, Trunks took another step towards
her. His warm fingertips brushed her cheek in his usual brotherly
manner. It struck her heart like a thousand stinging needles.
Was coming here a mistake?
Trunks was becoming seriously worried
about his long-time friend. Pan just stood there looking all hurt
and betrayed. She reminded him of a wounded puppy, and suddenly
Trunks found himself wishing he could comfort her; hold her in
his arms; love her
He shook off that thought the second it
entered his head. Resting his hands on both of her shoulders,
Trunks stared deeply into her eyes. "C'mon Pan, this is
me. Tell me what's wrong."
Pan just stared at him, her chest rising
and falling with every breath. Suddenly, as if she could no
longer keep her burning emotions at bay, she opened her mouth and
"I love you."
Stunned by her own words, but refusing
to show it, she kept her steady dark eyes trained on him. Trunks
fell back in shock. Immediately he regretted his sudden actions
when he saw the hurt forming in her young eyes. He stood back in
the doorway, trying to understand his mixed feelings for the
young girl standing before him in the pouring rain. He could feel
his face burning, however, he still kept his powerful ice blue
eyes locked on her own.
Pan shivered, and laughed half-heartedly,
"I always have, Trunks." Her threatening tears were
beginning to sting her soft, dark eyes. She began praying the
rain would hide them from his gaze.
Trunks shivered slightly from the cold.
Closing his eyes he willed his mouth to open and speak.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Trunks spoke in a small shaky voice. Pan looked up to meet his
gaze, but he hadn't even waited for an answer. In a flash,
his arms had wrapped around her, shielding her from the pelting
She gazed into his eyes, her heart
pounding against his. Pan had known deep down how she had felt
about Trunks, but still she could not bring the words to her lips.
She was afraid.
As Trunks held her in the pouring rain,
he could feel her fear. She was afraid of losing him. Pan buried
her head into his chest, trying to hide the salt tears that were
now stinging her cheeks. Trunks cupped his hand under her chin
and tilted it up towards him. Pan blushed. His deep, powerful
gaze was making her feel a little dizzy. Hand gently stroking her
face, Trunks captured her lips with his own in a passionate,
As the young couple stood under the
pouring midnight rain, Trunks silently promised her, You'll
never have to lose me. Ever. Because I'll love you longer
Pan pulled away from the kiss, and
stared lovingly into his cerulean glazed eyes, "I know."
She hugged him tightly. "Then I guess we're stuck with each
other forever." Trunks stared at her in shock. Had she read
his mind? A bond like that was as rare and precious as Gohan and
However the surprised look on his face
soon disappeared as Pan's warm soft lips pressed firmly
o_O Can anyone say
Once again I apologise for the rushed
ending. I'm really tired cos it's really late, & I just wanna
go to bed!!! ;___; So in other words, flame away cos I'm to tired
to care ^_^
Lotsa love and fried jellybeans! (get
used to it. I say weird things when I'm tired)