Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changing of the Seasons ❯ Chapter 3 : Screaming Infidelities ( Chapter 3 )

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[A/N: Hey everyone!! Lol, pan-chan16k brought a very important factor to my attention. All this time I wasn't accepting anonymous reviews!! I didn't even know! So if you couldn't review before, I'm SO sorry! Please don't let my stupid mistake discourage you. Anyways, I had no plans for this chapter coming into it, so I'm just going to write what comes to mind. I tried coming up with something beforehand, but because I'm changing the point of view, it was very difficult. I'll probably be able to get the next chapter up by the end of next week, and I actually mean it! I kept to my word about this chapter, right? Enjoy! ~ L.O.P-chan]

Changing of the Seasons

~ Chapter Three ~

by Loaf of Pan

I don't know how she does it sometimes. I really don't know...but when she took off up those stairs, it broke my heart. Is that what she really thought I feel for her? All that animosity and sheer hatred?

I could never hate her, because she was my best friend. She and Goten knew me inside and out, like the back of their hands. And now...She won't be coming around anymore. I just...don't understand it.

This whole anger fix has been going on for the past year now, and I have NO clue how it got started. All I tried to do was be her friend, and watch her and protect her, you know? Kinda like the big brother she's never had. And every time I would try to get close, she'd run away. And what can I do? I'm not going to force her back into a friendship that's lasted since her conception. That's just going to make everything worse. So, I'm just going to try to fix things once again, because that's all I can do.

I walked up the stairs slowly, hiding my ki so she wouldn't realize I was coming up to try to talk to her. She would only run away again. I could hear crying from one of the rooms, but I wasn't sure which one it was. Great, I made her cry. AGAIN. What kind of friend makes their own best friend cry so much? I saw a shadow move and a bed creak from the right. Bingo. Naturally, I peeked under the first door to see if there was any movement. It wasn't this room. I crawled to the next one, and heard the bed creak again. I got up and opened the door. It squeaked and I saw her jump in surprise as I simply stood in the doorway.

"Pan, we really need to talk." I said, closing the door behind me.

"You've done enough, Trunks. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

I sighed and sat on the bed she was laying on. I could see there were tear stains on the pillow and that made me feel even worse.

"I don't hate you, Pan. I care for you a lot. And I just can't understand where all this started. Not too long ago, we were still playing hide and go seek together, and going for ice cream runs at midnight on weekends. Then, you just stopped coming over, and ignoring me. And I still can't figure out why...WHY, Pan?" I looked to her and sighed. She was sniffling and her hair was a mess, and she couldn't even look me in the eye, but she was still one of the prettiest sights in the world. She's going to make one lucky guy happy someday...

She still wouldn't make eye contact with me, but she started to speak after a few minutes.

"You're funny, Trunks. Still don't get it, do you?" She paused for a few moments, and I wondered if she was waiting for me to answer her, but she continued on after a while anyway. "I'm going to be fifteen soon. And I'm going into high school. But everyone still treats me like I'm four. As if I couldn't do things for myself. You can't deny it, and neither can the rest of my family. I can't handle it anymore, and it's obvious you guys aren't going to change, so I'm going away. Maybe when I come back, you guys might treat me the way I deserve to be treated. But right now, I can see it's not going to happen."

I never would have guessed that was the motive behind all of this. Then again, she's always been quite the dramatic one. If she had just said something, I wouldn't have to go through all this. I really missed her. And I was going to miss her so much more.

"Well, when do you leave, Pan? How much longer do I have to see you?" I asked softly, looking at the bedsheet as I avoided her gaze.

"I leave the Saturday after next, Trunks." she muttered.

"But... But that's -"

"In two weeks, I know. But it has to be done, Trunks. I have to show everyone that I'm growing up, and that I'm not a little girl anymore."

"I believe you, Pan. I know you're not little anymore. You don't have to go..." I sighed. I didn't realize that this would hurt me so much. Maybe it was because I had wasted a year of our friendship, and just when I got it back, it was slipping through my fingers. "Please don't go, Pan..."

She smiled softly, albeit sadly, and put her hand on my shoulder. "Trunks, you're all grown up and you have a girlfriend and everything. What do you need with a fourteen year old like me?"

I took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "I suppose that fourteen year old doesn't realize that she is my best friend. She knows me inside and out, and vice versa. I care deeply for her, and I'm a mess without her around. Which is why this past year I've been depressed, sad, and have missed her more than anything in the world. Even more than whenever my girlfriend isn't around, as bad as that sounds. And I'm going to miss her even more now that she's embarking on a journey halfway around the world. Besides, she should know that age doesn't matter."

I saw her face brighten up for a second, and watched it fall into that gray mood again. "That's great and all, Trunks, but it still doesn't fix things. I missed you a lot, and I'll write you all the time when I go, because I'm going, Trunks. And not even you can stop me. You're going to be fine. Hell, I'll probably come back and see you with a family and kids and then you'll have even less time to follow me around everywhere."

I smirked, even though the atmosphere was somber. "I thought the following you around was a bad thing."

"Shut up Trunks. You know what I mean. I'm going to miss you a lot. And things are really going to change while I'm gone, it just never occurred to me how much." she trailed off into a whisper.

And I didn't realize it, either. Not until she had said that. I was going to miss her first date, her first dance, her graduation....and all those special events in between. If she was grown up already, I was really going to miss all those defining moments that would make her a woman.

"Pan, I'm going to promise you something, okay? No matter what I'm doing, no matter where I am, I'm always going to be there for you. We're always going to be best friends. Even if I'm 80 and in a wheelchair. We'll play shuffleboard or something. So don't get all upset when you leave. If you need me, I'll fly all the way to America for you. And even further." Then I grabbed her hand and pinched her extremely hard.

"OWW! Trunks!! What the hell did you do that for? You made me bleed!" she growled, pinching me even harder, which sucked, because she had nails. No, wait, they were more like claws. But I started to bleed, which is what I wanted. I grabbed her hand and rubbed the two wounds together.

"Blood brothers, Pan. We're blood brothers. So, we're always going to have a stronger bond than anyone I'll ever meet and...well...you know...anyway, we'll always have a stronger bond than anyone I ever meet in the entire world. So you never have to worry."

"I didn't need the mental picture, Trunks. But thank you. I really needed that." she smiled again, and that made me grin even wider.

"Pan, you can't resist thinking about me all naked and sweaty, and THAT'S why you couldn't help but conjure up that mental picture."

"TRUNKS! Shut up! I can't believe you sometimes!" She turned as red as a tomato, and bit her lip in a smirk.

Things got quiet for a few moments, and she wouldn't look at me. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Then, a pillow flew at my face and hit me square in the nose. Ah, she's still the cheeky lil' devil she always has been. I heard her giggle and knew everything was finally okay.

"I got you good, Trunks!! Haha, you should have seen your face!!" she said, jumping onto the bed and taunting me.

"Sure Pan." I said, tackling her onto the bed and pinning her down. She looked up to me, and I couldn't help but stare at her. She was staring back at me, and our gazes were locked onto each others, and for a few moments, I couldn't help but wish I was 14 years younger. That sounds horrible, but it's true. I knew I had to find someone as carefree and wonderful as Son Pan to have my children, and it wouldn't matter if I spent a lifetime looking for that person.

I smiled and tickled her for a few minutes, relishing in her giggles, then I stood up off the bed. "Pan, you better not meet any guys that'll break your heart over in America. Because if they do, I'll have to kill them." I watched a smirk creep onto her face, and almost died from the shock of the words that had escaped her mouth.

"Why, Trunks? Are you jealous they'll look hotter than you all sweaty and naked?" she said, standing up on the bed and jumping down quickly.

She really had grown up. I pulled her into a tight hug and refused to let go. "I'm really going to miss you, Panny."

"I'm going to miss you too, Trunks. It's just not going to be the same without you around for the next four years." she sniffled softly.

"Oh, Pan, please don't cry...Promise me you won't cry, because it breaks my heart."

She nodded softly and looked up at me. "I promise, Trunks." She tightened her hug and leaned against me. I leaned down and kissed her cheek in response. And I felt horrible for the feelings creeping around in my heart. She was only fourteen, and I shouldn't have felt the way I did. Oh no, what if Dad found out what was going on between my head and my heart? I'd be dead for sure...Maybe once she left they'd go away, and it was a momentary thing.

I adamantly let her go and smiled. She grinned and walked to the door. "I'm going to go tell Marron the news. I'll be back later or something."

"Yeah, and we'll go get ice cream. Maybe Bra and Goten will come, too."

"That sounds great, Trunks! I'll see you later." she answered, closing the door behind her.

I stood in the room for a while in shock. That does it. I need a vacation. Or a new girlfriend. Or something. Anything that would get rid of the fact that I was thinking about Pan in an...indecent manner. I think I'm going to go to Goten's house for a while...

[Oh my goodness! Look at that, that's like 4 pages!! I just couldn't stop writing!!! But I feel that things are moving too quickly, so I've got to get Pan out of Japan soon. VERY soon. But the next chapter is going to have Marron, whom I really don't like, and who is going to play a semi-large role in this story. it won't be pretty, but I have to get someone to do it, and I don't like making up characters. Eventually, I will, because she needs to interact with people in the school, but it's not necessary right now. And I think I'm going to split focus between Pan and Marron in the next chapter, because we need to hear from Marron, or it won't work. I'll do my best to get that chapter out by next Wednesday or Thursday. So r/r and give me feedback!! Until then! ~L.O.P-chan]