Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Behind her, Trunks stayed rooted to the spot, cringing at what he had done.
“Pan…look, it’s not—”
“Are you taking me home or am I taking myself?”
Her voice was flat, almost emotionless, but not quite. It was sad, her voice. Too sad to be emotionless.
She heard him sigh behind her.
“Look, Panny, it’s not like that at all…it’s just, well...”
Rolling her eyes, she turned around and shot a challenge at him. At his pride.
“Scared my daddy’s gonna hurt you?”
He flinched away from her words, hesitated, then nodded.
She snorted in disgust.
“Son of Vegeta, scared of a Son? Ha!” Her voice was cruel, nasty, and cold.
Trunks ground his teeth. “Listen, Panny, don’t go away angry, alright? I know you—ok? Just, don’t go away—”
“Why not? Why the hell not? Why, the hell, not?”
Trunks ground his teeth, his jaw tight.
“Panny, you don’t understand—”
She whirled on him, storming back to him, her eyes blazing with suppressed anger, anger so hot it dried her tears and made her eyes water.
“Don’t ‘Panny’ me, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, Mr. President, son of Vegeta, heir to the saiyan throne—no good Dende damned cock sucking bastard!” she cried, unable to keep her anger lidded any longer. But she kept her tears in—she had too much pride not to.
Trunks grew stiff and his eyes flashed, the regret in them now completely gone. He grabbed the front of her jacket, not caring if he hurt her anymore.
“What the hell right do you have,” he growled, his teeth bared, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes narrowed and as hot as hellfire, “to call me a—”
“Every right, in every world,” she hissed back, her voice low and sinister, her own teeth bared and flashing in the moonlight. “So don’t start with me, pretty boy, or I just might have to hurt ya.”
He tightened his grip on her jacket. He was shaking—she was shaking—he was so angry.
“Do you want to know why I’m doing this Panny?” he whispered, his voice threatening but softer now. He still held her in the air, still shook with anger, but he wasn’t trying to cut her head off with lasers of death shot from his eyes any longer.
“Sure,” she replied, sarcastically. “Let’s see what reasons you have for wanting yourself put on my shit list—and Daddy’s hit list.”
He flinched at the mention of Gohan, but held firm in his stance. Gently, he set her down, taking a step back so that he wasn’t so close to her in case she took a swing at him—from this distance, he could at least block her.
“I’m not going to lie to you Panny…” He trailed off, struggled with himself, then looked her in the eye. “I used—in all honesty I—” He cut off sharply, then narrowed his gaze at her. “I just can’t see ‘us’ happening. As great a kid you are, I don’t think we could work out that way.”
It hit her like a slap in the face, a fist to the gut, and an elbow to the back, all at once. It took all she had not to stagger back and start crying, or pass out.
As great a kid you are…great…you are…kid…you’re a great kid.
That’s all I am to him? she whispered inside her own mind. A kid? But—he—and he—we—I can’t believe that—
She cut off the thought and nodded to him.
“And you’re still a bastard.” With that, she spun around on her heel and started walking again.
“Pan, wait—”
“Are you taking me home, or am I taking myself?”