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THE TRUNKS BLUES


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THE TRUNKS BLUES



Deep in Denialville

Tryin' a' fight the way I feel

I go jello when you smile

I start blushin' - my head rushin'



"Sigh" Pan sat on her bed, her head resting
on her hands. "How come I love Trunks? I don't get it. He's too old for me
anyway, he doesn't notice me at all and look at all the pretty girls he can
have. I'm nothing compared to them" sighed Pan putting down her self some more.



If you stand too close to me

I might melt down from the heat

If ya' look my way one more time

I'm gonna go out of my mind

Whatever you do… Don't do that to me



"Why am I torturing my self so much?!" Pan
looked up at the ceiling of her room expecting it to answer the question.

He's not worth it, I can have really cute
guys my age too" convinced Pan herself.

"But what if I CAN get him? That would be
great" said Pan dreamy to herself.



Don't even think about it!

Don't go and get me started!

Don't you dare drive me crazy!

Don't do that to me baby!



"I really should stop thinking like this"
warned Pan herself. "He doesn't love me back, if I go and tell him, he'll say
no and brake my heart" thought Pan resolute.

"He doesn't HAVE to know, does he? I can
dream about him, can't I?" Pan weighed up the pros and cons. "Well as long as
he doesn't know… I can dream about him I guess"



You make me stop in my tracks

My heart pumpin' to the max

I'm such a sucker for your eyes

They permanently paralyze

What ever you do… Don't do that to me



"Why am I kiddin' myself? I can have a cute
guy myself, it's not like I'm ugly or something… But I only want Trunks, I love
him for as long as I can remember. But why?" Pan scratched the back of her
head.

"Sure, he's cute, and rich, and nice, and
he has a great body, and he's strong, but there must be more to him then just
that… Oh yeah I forgot smart. Nope there is nothing more to him then just that"
concluded Pan. "But what more can you possibly want?? He has everything!"



You've got my heart under attack

You give me shivers down my back

D'ya have to walk the way you do?

I get weak just whatchin you

Whatever you do… Don't do that to me



"I have sooo had it with myself AND
Trunks!" Pan almost screamed. She turned up the radio.



"And now the acoustic version of That Don't
Impress Me Much by Shania Twain!"

announced the announcer *…*



"This calls for some creativity" thought
pan to herself. "I know the whole song by heart" Pan got up and stood on her
bed, the remote as if it was a microphone.



The music starts…



I've known a few guys who thought they were
pretty cute

But you've got being right down to an art

You think you're hotty - you drive me up
the wall

You're a regular a 'look at me'



Oh-oo-oh you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else



Okay so you're a rocket scientist

That don't impress me much

So you've got the brain but have you got
the touch?

Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute

But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night

That don't impress me much



I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in
his pocket

And a comp up his sleeve - just in case

And all that extra hold gel in your hair
oughtta lock it

Cause heaven forbid it should fall out of
place



Oh-oo-oh you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else



Okay, so you're Trunks Briefs

That don't impress me much

So you got the looks but have you got the
touch

Don't get me wrong I thing you're so cute

But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night

That don't impress me much



You're one of those guys who likes to wash
his hair

You make me wash my hands before you let me
touch

I can't believe you kiss your reflection
goodnight

C'mon baby tell me - you must be jokin'
right?



Oh-oo-oh you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh you think you're something else



Okay, so you've got a corps

That don't impress me much

So you've got the cash but have you got the
touch

Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute

But that won't keep me warm in the middle
of the night

That don't impress me much



You think you're hot but have you got the
touch

Don't get me wrong I think you're so cute

But that won't keep me warm on the long,
cold, lonely night

That don't impress me much



Okay so what do you think you're Tom Cruise
or something….

Whatever

That don't impress me much



Music fades away



Pan lowered her self on her bed sighing
deeply, "Wow that really took care of my negative energy" Pan wanted to turn
around to put the volume down a bit when she saw trunks standing in her door
opening. Pan's heart made a big jump and missed a few beats.



"Trunks…." started Pan, a big blush formed
on her face. "How long has he been there?!" many thought ran through her mind.



Author's note I: The songs used in this
'songfic' belong to Shania Twain, and to her only! Though the story I written
by me and belongs to me and to me only. So please don't take any of my used
material!



Author's note II: I left an open ending,
think of a end yourself… be creative!